ALL I EVER WANTED 19 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST CHAPTER XIX Restructuring "When this is all over," said Mr Otani one evening when the two of us were alone in bed together, "and the company is back on its feet again, don't you think it would be a good idea if you and I got married?" For a moment I was too astonished to say anything. Then, "Of course!" I cried. He took me in his arms and kissed me. "But before I say yes ..." I said. "You just did," he reminded me. "Yes, I know, but you took me by surprise." "That was the idea." "Yes," I said, recalling Matsumoto-san's advice from long ago, "but I want to ask you something first. Promise to tell the truth. Are you sure you have only one child?" "Yes. Pretty sure." "And you really want another one?" "You mean," Mr Otani said uneasily, pulling away from me a little, "you might want to have a child yourself? If we get married, I mean?" "What do you mean, 'if'?" I asked indignantly. "You just asked me, and I said 'yes'!" Then I took pity on him. "No, of course I don't want children. I want to go on with my career, and come home every night to be fucked by you - and other things. I just meant, isn't Sammy enough of a handful for you already, without having to put up with me too?" "Different sort of handful," he said indistinctly as he showed me what he meant. Later he asked: "Where would you like to go for a honeymoon?" "Oh - I don't know - a desert island. Somewhere with palm-trees, blue sea, and no clothes." "I'll start searching the atlas at once." The next night I asked: "Have you found our desert island?" He looked at me guiltily. "Honestly, Megumi darling, I've been so busy ..." "Never mind. But I've decided one thing. I know what I want for a wedding-present." "Sure. Whatever you like." "It's something you and Mr Nagao promised me a year ago almost. Something I know he at least very much wanted me to have." "I'm sorry, I ... so much has happened recently ... you'll have to remind me." "I want," I said firmly, "to have my nipples pierced and fitted with pretty gold rings. I want you to do it to me. And I want it done on camera." "Oh, Megumi ..." he said, "darling ..." He was so worn out that he fell asleep at once in my arms. The following afternoon we were all - actors, technicians, office staff - called to the studio. Rows of chairs had been arranged in Studio One, the smaller of our two main studios, and Mr Otani, with only Mr Niijima for support, was to address us all. In a Japanese company it would be normal for the Chairman to inform only Division Heads of important decisions, allowing them to pass the information on and down as they thought right. But Mr Otani's American ways meant everyone in the company should hear the news direct from him. I could see how little Mr Niijima approved of this alien practice. "I know this has been a difficult time for you all," he began, "and I am grateful to you for the confidence and understanding you have shown while we have been working to rescue the company from the consequences of Mr Nagao's illness." As I told you, I am not a businesswoman but the deal that had been worked out was, so far as I understood it, as follows. Mr Otani would transfer a lot of capital from his own company into ours. He would become Chairman in place of Mr Nagao, who would move up to be President. "The objective is not to cut back operations or find economies," he continued. "On the contrary, I want to expand the company's activities. Marucho products are beginning to sell very well in the United States. We must exploit that market position. We have an important asset in the full-length movie we have been making here and in San Francisco. It is almost ready for release. I am planning a major launch for it in California as well as in Japan." There was a rustle of excitement. Torao-san, the head cameraman, was also Chairman of the company union. From his expression, I guessed he was already in the know and had promised the workforce's co-operation. No doubt that was one of the many lengthy tasks Mr Otani had taken on during the past few days. "I want to tell you something else," he said. "One of Marucho's biggest assets is its star, Megumi Kato." I blushed modestly and looked down. "She is certainly going to remain with the company. In fact, to make sure of that - and for other reasons too, of course - I am going to marry her." Show-business people are a sentimental breed, and any doubts his audience might have had felt about their and the company's future were swept aside in an orgy of kissing and excited congratulations. We were determined to get married as soon as we could. The piercing of the holes in my breasts, and the fitting of the rings, would take time - or to be more precise my recovery from the operation could not be rushed. Obviously I had to be fully restored, and ready for every kind of sex, by the time of the honeymoon. After several wasted office script conferences, we decided there was no point in trying to construct a plot in a hurry round the operation. A scene in which Megumi Kato subjected herself willingly to such treatment would be a most valuable property: my fans would love it, but of course it could be done only once. It made no sense to waste something so uniquely beautiful in a rush job. Torao-san recommended that we just filmed the scenes, kept them in stock and decided how to build a major movie round them later. I was amused to think of one of my most spectacular appearances ending up, even temporarily, in Torao-san's famous collection of odds and ends, mixed up with shots of my and my colleagues' cunts which had never made it into sex videos released long ago. The first step was to film me excitedly choosing the rings which were to be welded for ever into my flesh. The studio persuaded a famous jewellery shop in the Ginza to allow some location shots: the Manager was impressed to hear that they were intended for a movie to be released in the United States as well as Japan. Matsumoto-san dressed me in a costume that was both sexy and demure: short, of course, but somehow fluttery and virginal as well, with little lace gloves and a hat; and one sunny autumn afternoon I was filmed going up the store's imposing front steps on Mr Otani's arm. The shots inside the store were staged at a time when it was officially closed for business, and showed an excited me with a respectful shop assistant going through racks of rings till at last I selected a pair of thin gold ones inlaid with little diamond chips which ought to feel wonderful sliding and twisting through the holes in my breasts - once I had had them cut. Of course the operation would be performed on camera, but as I have said there just wasn't the time to plan a complete video around it. So we had to take decisions on how to plan the scene so that the result would fit later into a proper story. And that in turn meant deciding whether to cut both breasts at once or in two separate scenes. With the wedding getting ever closer, I would in reality have both holes cut at the same time, but it would offer more scope for creativity if we used two different settings. But what should they be? There were moments when I wished I had never asked for such a complicated wedding-present! At last everything was sorted out and I arrived at the studio in good time one morning for the piercing operation. Matsumoto-san dressed me in a sober little business suit with the skirt down to my knees: we assumed that the story, when finally written, would centre on a sexually inexperienced little girl who went to a doctor's office to consult him about something ordinary but was drawn into revealing - to herself as well as to him - her secret, perverted desires. The medical office had been set up in Studio One: with minor variations it appeared in many of Marucho's videos. Mr Otani played the doctor, of course, with a beautifully sinister style. I admit I was quite afraid of him as the scene progressed! Midori and Noriko played the nurses. The outline we had agreed on was that, after a series of innocent exchanges across the doctor's desk about my medical and sexual history, Mr Otani would invite me to sit in a big, complicated chair made of leather and stainless steel. Under pretence of examining me, and with the nurses supporting me, he would in fact manage to tie me securely to the chair with my legs wide open. There would of course have to be linking scenes edited in later to explain how all this happened. Once I was helplessly bound to the heavy chair, Mr Otani took a pair of surgical scissors and carefully cut off my clothes while leaving the ropes intact. He ripped my tights apart at the crotch. Midori and Noriko were out of their uniforms by now, wearing only nurse's shoes and caps with white g-string panties: later on Mr Otani would have to make a scene in which he had the fun of undressing them and playing with their bodies while I, the patient, was forced to watch, horrified at first but then with growing sexual excitement. The three of them stimulated me with a series of vibrators and dildos: this would not only be exciting to watch, but was also necessary in providing me with a source of pleasure to balance the pain of the piercing. At last Mr Otani prepared to make the first hole. He stimulated my right nipple till it stood out as proudly and firmly as it could, then held it tightly in the jaws of a sort of pair of pincers passed to him by one of the nurses (and carefully sterilised off-camera by the company's regular doctor, present in case anything went wrong and real professional care were required). The main difference from a normal pair of pincers was that there was a hole on either side of the jaws. Through these holes, and my firm, excited nipple, Mr Otani began to push a needle. I was so aroused by what was being done to my pussy that I had almost forgotten the planned climax of the scene. The pain of the needle was unexpectedly intense: I screamed and writhed realistically, but helplessly, in my bonds. One nurse soothed and comforted me while the other attended to my need for even greater sexual stimulation. The point of the needle was sharp, of course, but its body was thick and grooved, designed so that it could be twisted to and fro as it passed through me, carving out a hole big enough to accommodate the ring with ease. Soon my usual delight in the combination of pain and pleasure asserted itself, and my screams were of imminent sexual climax. The wonderfully teasing needle seemed to take for ever to pass through me. When Mr Otani had demonstrated during the planning stage, I had seen how a sleeper, a thin gold bar with a stop at one end which would hold the hole open while my nipple healed, was screwed to the end. At last the sleeper was fully in place. Mr Otani unscrewed the needle, and deftly inserted the other stop into the thread thus revealed: the sleeper was now doing its job and could not accidentally slip out of the hole. Before releasing me from my bonds, Mr Otani as doctor removed the dildo from my cunt, and kneeling on the carpet in front of me gave me a glorious fuck, the two naked nurses holding and petting me while he murmured his congratulations on my bravery in withstanding the operation. At last I was free, and led away by the nurses - our arms round each other's naked bodies as the doctor returned to the paperwork on his desk. Then we were all back on set for another hour doing reaction shots and close-ups under Torao-san's careful supervision. Of course we could not repeat the cutting of the hole - if the technicians had not recorded that satisfactorily it was past praying for - but Mr Otani removed the lower end of the sleeper and screwed the needle back into the thread, twisting the body of the instrument gently in its hole for the cameras. Even in the tender state of my nipple I began to have an inkling of the pleasure the movement of the ring in its hole would one day give me. At last the experts were satisfied and we took a short break before proceeding to the cutting of the second hole. After a lot of discussion we had decided that this should be quite different from the first scene. It was to be a sort of dream sequence, set in the torture-chamber - another set which featured often in Marucho's products. How this would be fitted into the eventual story, and how it could be explained that a dream could lead to the actual piercing of my left breast, were problems to be left to the script-writers. We moved into the larger studio, Studio Two, which had been set up for us. This time Midori and Noriko were dressed as sexy she-devils in identical dominatrix outfits, Midori in green and Noriko in hot pink. Tight shiny corsets in plastic material pinched their waists but left their breasts and arses uncovered; they were matched with long skin-tight gloves and high spike-heeled boots. Each girl was fitted with a long flexible tail like devils are supposed to have, a sort of ridged handle at one end plugged firmly into her anus. Midori and Noriko had great fun swishing their tails sexily by contracting and wriggling their arse muscles![10] Since I was supposed to be dreaming, I wore a little transparent nightdress - and had been persuaded for once to appear barefoot, appropriately for a girl supposedly in bed, despite my conviction that not wearing heels made my legs look short and plump. The two girls were carrying whips in matching colours, of course, and sexily flicked their tails and cracked their whips as with their spare hands they dragged me, feebly protesting, into the torture-chamber. They soon had me chained by the wrists to a hook which dangled from the ceiling. With my arms pulled high above my head, the shortie nightdress I was wearing rode up to my waist, leaving my arse and thighs bare to the attentions of their whips; but after a while they ripped the transparent garment off me anyway. As I hung there naked, agonisingly stretched between the metal hook and the tips of my bare toes which just touched the floor, they set to work in earnest. I twisted and danced under their beautiful knotted whips, begging my tormentors at first to stop and then, as pleasure mounted in me, not to stop, the lights shining on me and the cameras sliding lasciviously over me, occasionally treating the audience to a view of my right breast pierced by the golden sleeper, contrasting it with the still unpenetrated left one. Just as I was convinced that just one more delicious stroke from the whips would tip me helplessly over the brink into endless orgasm, Mr Otani entered, dressed all in black with a long black cloak, as a sort of all-purpose devil in the sexual dream I was supposed to be having. Midori and Noriko stopped whipping me as soon as they saw him, and stood to attention on either side of me swishing their tails. "So, what have we here?" he asked. "A young lady who was lying in bed having a fantasy of being whipped," explained Midori. "So we thought we'd bring her down here and let her enjoy it for real," added Noriko. "Very good!" said their master. "Continue." So, as Mr Otani watched, the two girls whipped me again. The interruption had brought me down from the height of near-orgasm I had been experiencing, and it was a while till I reached it again. Just as I did, Mr Otani ordered them to stop once more, despite my anguished pleas that the ecstasy should continue. He walked over and stood close to me as I dangled from the hook above my head. "Did you enjoy that, little one?" "Oh, _yes_!" I said, "it was wonderful! Why did you make them stop?" "You are forbidden to reach sexual climax until I give you permission. From now on your orgasms are a gift from me and me only. You have lost the power to control them yourself. You are my property - my slave. Do you understand?" "Yes, master. I am your slave - now and for ever. But ..." "But ...?" he asked fiercely. "_Please_ hurt me more! Whip me again! Torture your slave into endless ecstasy!" "Is it torment that you seek in my realm?" "Yes, master. The greater the torment, the greater the ecstasy. I know that now. I am your willing slave!" He made no reply, and examined my body more closely. With his gloved fingers he flicked my right nipple. "You have had one breast pierced but not the other. Why is that?" "I am waiting for my lover to choose the time," I said. "That is a good answer. I am your lover now, and the time has come." He turned away from me. "Bring her over here!" he commanded. The girls quickly untied me from the ceiling hook and pulled me to where a horizontal bar was hanging, just at the right height for my arms to be chained to it. Mr Otani looked at me approvingly as I stood helplessly naked before him. He stripped off his heavy black gloves. "Are you ready and prepared for it?" he asked. "Oh, yes!" I replied. "Please pierce me." While Midori stood ready to support me, Noriko brought him the implements on a tray. Again I felt the agonising sweetness of the needle entering my willing flesh, its rifled shaft carving its way through me. The delicious pain brought my long-denied orgasm irresistibly close, and as his fingers unscrewed the needle from the sleeper, and fixed it into place with the little end-piece, I was groaning and gasping with pleasure, my cunt spilling its thick nectar down my thighs. "Put her back in her bed, and let her awake from her dream," he commanded. "She knows the truth about herself now. She will be back for more." That concluded the scene. We did the usual close-ups, and then the studio doctor checked my holes and the position of the sleepers. "A very professional job, if I may say so, sir," he said. "The holes are nicely centred and should heal well. Anyone would think you had been doing this for years." "Well, I have been practising," said Mr Otani. "On how many girls?" I asked, teasing him. "Oh, just in the kitchen. I started with sausages, and then worked up to _umeboshi_. I got quite good at them." "What?" I exclaimed as Midori and Noriko collapsed into giggles. "You mean ..." The thought of comparing my lovely, firm nipples with wrinkled, sour pickled plums so outraged me that I burst into tears. "I _hate_ you!" FOOTNOTE [10] Of course I immediately had a costume like that made for myself to wear at parties. I love wearing it and keep the tail firmly in place, flicking it to and fro, even while I'm fucking - it's incredibly arousing, for me _and_ for my lovers! [Next in Part 20: Chapter XX: Wedding Preparations] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams