Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 2 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, tort, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 02 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER II Experiences "You were going to tell me how you came to be performing at the strip-club," I said at last. "You know, where I first saw you." "Well, you remember I told you about Taka-san's elder sister Kazue." "Of course." "She was very kind to me. I was terribly flattered, and I suppose you could say under her spell. As I told you, it never normally happened that a girl of nearly sixteen, grown up and sophisticated like Kazue-san, took an interest in much younger girls like me. Of course I know now that she worked with strip-clubs and, you know, places like that looking out for new talent." "Does that bother you? You don't feel she used you or exploited you?" "Not at all! I suppose if I'd known at the time I would have minded. Felt that she wasn't really interested in me after all, just trying to use me. To make money. But now, of course, I know she was doing me a wonderful favour. Helping me on my way to the life I longed for. I didn't know then that I longed for it, but I know now!" This was so profound, such an insight into Haruka's youthful sexuality, that I thought it best to say nothing. I just kissed her gently and petted her. The little bells hanging from her nipples tinkled prettily. "And of course she needed money. To pay off her debts. I understand that now." I understood too. Many a pretty Japanese girl wins her start in the sex business through being in debt. She gets into the habit of joining friends at a bar in the evening for one of those thick sweet drinks that girls seem to like so much - a sort of substitute for semen, I suppose, which is what they are longing to drink whether they know it or not. The bar is glad to give her credit. The expenditure is modest but gradually mounts up, and she soon finds she owes more than she can pay. Then the _mama-san_ applies discreet pressure: if it's not convenient to pay just now, would she like to meet a friend of hers who might be able to give her something in return for a little work? Not money, of course, but some credit to set against her bill. Nothing too difficult or demanding - indeed she would enjoy it. What sort of work? Well, there is something special about her, after all. Something fresh and charming, something people are willing to pay a lot for the right to share and enjoy with her. Perhaps she is undervaluing herself by not making use of her special talent, that unique beauty only a young girl has! The _mama-san_ knows, of course, that her target has secretly fantasised about becoming an _aidoru_, an "idol", like the girls she has seen in magazines [6]. Soon enough she is posing, innocently provocative, before a camera. Having conquered her shyness in the privacy of a studio she progresses to stripping in intimate theatres and serving as a delightfully nude waitress in tasteful sex-clubs, coyly accepting invitations to step into a private room for more intimate encounters with gentlemen who really appreciate youthful beauty ... oh, it makes me feel quite sentimental to think of girls like that being helped into a life they had secretly dreamed of but never quite known how to enter. Of course the _mama-san_ carefully calculates the credit they earn so that it is never quite enough to pay off their debts, and makes sure other expenses mount up: for costumes, sex-toys, pretty whips, maybe even some discreet surgical enhancements ... and the girls come to enjoy the life so much they would never dream of giving it up even if they could. Until they get older, of course, and begin to feel the pressure from all the eager younger girls longing to make a start in a business which values youthful freshness and sweetly corrupted innocence above all else. But by then, if they have learnt their trade well, they are in a position to choose between offers from wealthy men wanting sexually skilled mistresses with at least the appearance of youth ... I turned my attention back to Haruka. "So how did she help you?" "There were four of us. Me and three friends my age. The others were enjoying a lot of sex too, of course: I wasn't the only one! So I guess she thought we might all be of interest to the clubs she worked for. She was nice to us and flattered us. She was very charming and pretty, and we all admired her so much!" "Was she working as a stripper and nude waitress and so on too?" "Of course she was! Is. But I didn't know that then. One of my friends had her sixteenth birthday, and she took us out to a restaurant for a simple meal after school. Of course it wasn't exactly the girl's birthday - she had to be with her family that day - but near enough for a little celebration. And when we'd finished she asked if we'd like to go and see a little show at a place she knew nearby." "And you all said yes." "Of course! We squeezed into a taxi and went there." "And it was a strip-show." "Well, yes, but not only that. It was very tasteful. She had made a few phone calls and when we arrived we were welcomed by such a nice respectful young man who took us to a table near the stage and gave us all nice drinks - pretty drinks, mostly fruit-juice with just a little taste of alcohol and with little paper umbrellas decorating them. Most of the other people there were men. Some had girls with them, but lots were on their own. They were friendly but mostly left us alone. And Kazue discreetly looked after us if anyone seemed to be getting _too_ friendly." "What was the show like?" "Oh, there were girls dancing and singing and wearing such pretty costumes! And then the young man who had welcomed us spoke into a microphone and invited everyone to welcome a special performer. She was so beautiful! Wearing a lovely minidress, all sparkly, with pretty high heels and long shiny gloves. I'd never seen a girl undress on stage before but she did it so beautifully ... she took off her dress, very slowly and making it slide gradually down till it fell to the floor. Then she danced a bit in just her bra and panties, which were blue and shiny like her gloves. She knelt down on the edge of the stage with her back to the audience, very close to where we were sitting, and turned her head so that she could smile, oh, so nicely! at a gentleman at the table next to ours. Then she lifted her long hair and - can you guess what happened? - he unhooked the back of her bra!" "He didn't!" I said, making fun of her I am sorry to say. "Oh, yes, he did! And then she stood up and let the bra fall down her arms, and she took it right off and leant over the gentleman who had helped her and hung it loosely round his neck. I was close enough to hear and she said, 'I won't need this anymore, will I?' Then she danced round the stage again in just her little panties and her long gloves and her high-heels. Oh, she looked so beautiful - and so happy! Her breasts were big and firm and bounced so nicely as she danced: just the kind of breasts I want to have! Do you think I will get breasts as beautiful as that if I keep on rubbing cum into them?" "Of course you will. And if you wear your pretty nipple-clamps." "Oh, do they help too?" I assured her they did, even though I hadn't the slightest idea if it was true. "And then," she went on, more and more excited as she recalled her first vision of on-stage nudity, "she knelt down again on the edge of the stage, facing the audience this time, and reached out and took the hands of two gentlemen in hers. And she put their hands on her hips and I could just hear her say, 'Oh, please take off my panties! Please!' They were the kind that are held up by little bows on the hips, you see." "The best kind," I assured her. "So the two gentlemen she had chosen slowly pulled the little bows till her panties came apart in their hands and of course they wanted to reach out for her, but she quickly moved away and rolled across the stage keeping her legs together. But then she squatted down on the edge of the platform and opened her thighs wide so everyone could see her pussy! It was so beautiful! Not completely shaved but neatly trimmed so that the hair didn't at all hide her cunt-lips or her sweet little clitoris. With one hand she waved happily at the audience but with two fingers of the other she pulled her labia gently apart so everyone could see inside. A great cheer went up. Even I couldn't help joining in, and clapping enthusiastically: when she saw me do that, she looked at me and smiled so beautifully. Oh, I admired her so much!" Her description was making me feel quite aroused. Of course I had seen performances like that at strip-clubs hundreds of times, but there was something so sweet about Haruka's enthusiastic first response to the beauty of public nudity ... and of course I knew what was about to happen. "And then ..." she was saying, "oh, _then_ ...! The lovely naked lady came down to the front of the stage again, and this time straight to our group! She held out her hands to us and said, oh so kindly, 'Why don't you come and join me?' I was thrilled - well, you can imagine. I didn't really know what she was asking us to do, but I wanted to do it, whatever it was. Surely the others felt the same? I forced myself to look away from the lovely lady and glanced at my friends. They were covering their faces with their fingers, giggling and squealing 'No! No!'. I felt so ashamed of them for being so silly, and felt I had to make up for their childish behaviour. I turned back to the stage. The lady was looking straight into my eyes and there was something hypnotic about her gaze. It seemed to be saying, 'Come and do what I do! You know you want to ...' And of course I _did_! "I stood up and found my way past the chairs and table and up the steps onto the stage. She took my hands and pulled me towards her. 'I've never ...' I stammered, 'please tell me what to do ...' "'Don't worry,' she said in the sweetest possible voice, 'everything will be fine!' And there I was standing beside her, looking out at the audience, while she raised one of my hands in the air and asked them to welcome me!" "So that was you first public strip?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Yes! Of course I wasn't properly dressed for it as she had been. I was wearing quite a nice party dress with a short skirt, but nothing glamorous like the dress she had worn, and I didn't even have proper high-heels on like she had." She raised one elegant leg and waggled her pretty foot to and fro, admiring her impractically high shoe. I admired it too. I made a note to spend some time sucking her little toes. Many girls can be made to giggle helplessly if you tickle and lick the cleavage between their toes: it was high time I experimented with Haruka's. "But before I could lose my courage she helped me take off my dress ... and there I was standing before a cheering audience in just my underwear! It felt lovely, but at the same time I was ashamed of my boring white bra and panties compared with the pretty shiny blue ones she had worn. Well, I knew what to do because I had seen her do it! I went and knelt on the edge of the stage, facing inwards, and I looked round at the gentleman sitting nearest to me, and I lifted my hair up out of the way with one hand - it was in a long ponytail, you see - and I didn't even have to tell him what to do because all at once ... oh, then I felt his fingers fiddling with the hooks of my bra, and it was falling off! But I wasn't as quick as she had been in moving away, and before I could stop him his hands were round my front stroking my breasts! Ohh! It felt so good! You know how sensitive my breasts are and how I just can't control myself when someone strokes them ... I found myself leaning back in his arms and in another moment I'd have started to come and would have begged him to take me! But my new friend saw at once what was wrong, took me by one elbow and helped me to my feet. So there I was standing on stage topless! I flicked my ponytail over my back and let everyone see me. It was strange, but somehow the eyes of all those gentlemen on me were almost as arousing as the hands of the one who'd taken my bra off for me!" "Yes," I murmured, "a lot of girls feel that, the first time they go nude for an audience." "Well, of course I wanted to get rid of my ugly white knickers as quickly as possible. I was ashamed of them. And I was committed now. I was standing there beside the lovely lady who had been so kind to me, and she was _beautifully_ nude, and I just _had_ to be like her! But I had a problem: I was wearing tights. Nice tights, but taking them off wouldn't be very elegant and would break the spell, if you see what I mean. I suppose that's why real strippers don't wear tights - just pretty stockings that stay up. Had you noticed that?" I said I had noticed. "My new friend and Kazue understood at once, of course. Kazue came up on stage - the gentlemen cheered her, I expect they thought she was planning to be nude for them too - and between them they pulled my tights down and off and helped me back into my shoes. Then all I had to do was turn my back on the audience while I made the best I could of slipping off my knickers. And then I was nude!" Haruka kicked again in her excitement, waving her little feet in their pretty tight shoes. "Nude ... nude ... nude! It felt as if I had wanted to be nude before an audience all my life, and had only just realised it. It gave me a funny shivery feeling all over, just being nude and knowing that all the nice gentlemen were looking at me and liking what they saw. I danced around the stage to the music and let the gentlemen see my pussy and my bottom and - and everything!" "Did they touch you, stroke you?" "No, not that first time. The music ended, the curtain was drawn across, and Kazue helped me into the wings. My underwear and tights were lost for ever, of course, but she helped me into my dress. It was exciting wearing it with nothing underneath: still nude but secretly. There was cheering from the audience, and I looked back onto the stage. The curtain was open again and the lovely nude lady was still there: a gentleman was coming up out of the audience to join her and was beginning to stroke and fondle her. It was a beautiful sight and she looked so happy! "'Oh, why can't I do that?' I asked Kazue, almost in tears. "'Not this time, dear, but you may next time. I promise.' "'So I may do this again? Please? When? Soon? Tomorrow?' "She laughed and kissed me. "'And when I'm nude I may let the gentlemen do lovely things to me - like he is doing to her? Will you promise me that? I want to do it _so_ much!' "Of course she said yes. She made arrangements with the respectful young man and the next evening I arrived at the little theatre in good time. I'd been looking forward to it all day, I could think about nothing but having that lovely shivery feeling again ... you know, the way I feel when I'm nude and gentlemen are looking at me and liking what they see." "I'm looking at you and I like what I see," I said as she paused for a moment. "Does that give you the same feeling?" "Yes - a bit. It's nice. But the more gentlemen there are looking at me and wanting me, the nicer it is. Do you understand that?" "Of course. So you arrived at the theatre excited at the thought of your first real performance as a stripper. How old were you then, by the way?" "Sixteen. Well, _nearly_ ... I'm sixteen now and that was last year, you see. Anyway, they had such a sweet, sexy costume ready for me! I was early and they made me wait off-stage for quite a long time and it made me feel so excited, wanting to perform so much and not yet being allowed to! But then at last it was my turn. The young man made an announcement saying I was new and had never stripped before, but wanted so much to let them all see what I could do. Well, _that_ was true - after all that waiting in my pretty sexy costume I wanted desperately to get nude for them! I stripped the way I remembered my new friend doing it, and when I was nude at last - oh, it felt _so_ good, even better than the time before! - and couldn't bear to wait a moment longer I asked the gentlemen to join me on stage, and the nice young man made sure they took their turns politely. They fondled me and kissed me and sucked me, and I sucked them and invited them to enter my pussy with their beautiful strong cocks, and ... oh, it was wonderful!" "Did you take them all?" "Oh, I think so. It would have been such a waste not to, don't you think? When I'd worked so hard to make them all want me so much?" She was sprawled against me now with her legs apart, wanting me - I was sure - to stroke her pussy. So I did. It was full of juice, showing how much her story had aroused her with its happy memories. I licked my wet fingers, relishing the flavour. "High time you sat on my face again," I said. "Can't let that go to waste." "Ooh, yes ... how do you want me?" I arranged myself comfortably on my back on the _futon_ with my feet towards the railing of the balcony, and as I had expected she squatted over my face with her body upright, looking outwards, waving her arms joyfully above her head and imagining herself showing off to anyone who might be watching. As she no doubt did every night at her club when giving her youthful nakedness to favoured members of her audience. I held her tightly by the waist, opened my mouth and clamped my lips over the complex of pussy, pee-hole and clitoris. My tongue dug deep into her cunt and the accumulated nectar poured slowly into my mouth. I gasped as I felt her clever hands begin to stroke my erection - she'd better be careful, I thought: I don't want to come. That is, I _did_ want to come: any man being skilfully stroked by a lovely naked sex-kitten like Haruka would want to come, but I didn't want to come _yet_. I soon realised though that her evening sessions at the strip-club had taught her how to bring a lover to the brink and then keep him there. There was no reason why we shouldn't both remain in this state of near-ecstasy as long as we both wanted to. Of course I knew the standard procedure in clubs like Haruka's. After getting naked and showing herself off in the way she had done at her initiation, and had described to me so enthusiastically, the stripper would choose a man sitting near the edge of the stage and invite him to finger her pussy. She would make a big thing of wiping his fingers with some kind of cleanser, then open her legs wide as she squatted in front of him, throw her head back and squeal happily as he thrust in and out. Then it would be the turn of some lucky admirer to be helped out of his clothes and find himself imprisoned between her thighs just as I was now, lapping up her delicious cunt-juice while she stroked his cock. The final part of the show would be straightforward fucking in varied positions, probably with several men at once. This would require careful organisation by the MC to keep order - I remembered once being at a club when control collapsed and an orgy broke out, the girl screaming with joy as the audience invaded the stage and she was comprehensively gang-raped in all her love-holes, other performers being hurriedly brought in to manage the overflow. There had been a time - it still just about continued when I first came to Japan and started exploring the Tokyo sex scene - when strippers were no more than that: girls who took their clothes off, finally removing their g-strings and posing nude at the very end just before the lights went down and they hurriedly escaped off-stage. No involvement with the audience was permitted. But now, thanks to relentless competition between strip-clubs and the pressure of demand from the paying public - not to mention the girls themselves - full audience participation is the norm and the stripping, however enjoyable, is just the start of the entertainment. Once the girl is nude the real fun begins as she shares her beauty with her admirers and happily offers herself to be fucked on stage - and often in private rooms afterwards where more specialised activities, and the equipment required for them, are discreetly available. No wonder Haruka was loving her new work and looked forward eagerly to her evenings on stage! Reluctant though I was to stop drinking her love-juice - well, it would go on accumulating in her cunt and would be waiting for me when I returned to it - I pulled my tongue out of her pussy, moved slightly forward along the valley of her crotch and began to make love to her little clitoris. I could hear her cries of triumph as she rode me change almost at once to shuddering gasps of near-climax. How sweet the clitoris is: the key (well, that's what the word means, after all) to the mass of sensitive nerve-endings with which a girl's crotch is packed. Fucking a lovely, eager girl always makes a man feel a hero, but personally I never feel more of a champion than when I am teasing her little love-button and am fully in control of her ecstatic lust. She is mine then, my living breathing sex-toy, and I can do absolutely anything to her that I want! If you don't include a few minutes of tickling and licking your girl's clitoris in your sex sessions you miss some of the greatest rewards fucking has to offer. However I had yet another place of joy to visit before being finished with Haruka's sexual control centre. Abandoning her love-button, and ignoring her protests, I moved my tongue back down her crack till it was in position to tease and tickle her arsehole. She had admitted coyly to me when I questioned her that she was still an anal virgin. Of course she had stroked herself there when masturbating, enjoying the strange pleasure it gave her, but she had never experimented with anal dildos or butt-plugs. Her little love-hole was as tight as ever, and the man to whom she one day shyly offered her young anal cherry would be a lucky man indeed. I swirled the tip of my tongue round the pretty rosebud, and pretended to be trying to enter it. The squeals of joy I could hear were almost as great as those I had inspired by adoring her clitoris. After a while I gradually returned to her cunt and enjoyed the copious love-juice she had been making for me; but it seemed a pity to waste the lubrication of her anus. I let go of her with one hand and began to stroke her firm bottom, at last succeeding in pressing the tip of one finger against her rosebud. With a kind of gasp it gave way just enough to allow half of one finger-joint to enter before slamming shut again and grasping it with a muscular spasm that was almost painful. The grip was too tight to allow me to start even a slight enter-and-withdraw or rotation rhythm, but I had at least given her a hint of the exquisite pleasures which her anus was designed both to give and receive. I wrenched my finger free from her arsehole and placed both hands firmly round her waist. Pleasuring her as I had been doing was almost as enjoyable as being pleasured by her - but only almost! My needs were becoming urgent. I gave her cunt a last loving kiss, then lifted her off my face and twisted her lithe little body round till she was lying partly on top of me. I could feel her heart beating wildly against my chest. She opened her eyes, looked at me and giggled. "Your face is all sticky! You _have_ been a greedy boy!" "Of course I have! I've been a greedy boy in a candy store!" "Wait." There was a box of tissues on the table beside the empty oil bottle. She reached across, pulled out a handful and started to wipe my face. Then she returned to the much more enjoyable business of stroking my cock. "Do you want me now?" she asked with pretend shyness. "Of course! From behind." With a happy giggle she scrambled quickly into position on her hands and knees, the bells attached to her breasts swaying and tinkling as she offered me her firm bottom. I held her thighs and pulled her onto me as I penetrated deeply into her juicy cunt. As I thrust in and out I was tempted to move that tiny distance up from one heaven to the next and mount an assault on her arsehole. After all her stimulation my erection was rock-hard and I was confident I would be able to burst through her anal defences without trouble. But no: the surrender of that virginity must not be a sudden shock, it had to be prepared in the tenderest and most loving way possible. The final penetration of the tiny hole would still be a glorious rape but the flaming pain must be inseparable in her mind from the loving tenderness so that future conquests of her anus would always be the ultimate marriage of agony and delight - the two blending so that they became inextricably the same thing. That, I knew, was how the beauty of feminine masochism came to full bloom. So I restrained myself: but even thinking about it stimulated me so that a mere twenty or so strokes in and out of her pussy brought me to orgasm and I collapsed on top of her, joining her in great gasps and spasms of ecstasy. "Oh, that was lovely," she said as her heartbeat gradually returned to normal, "you are so clever! Thank you!" "I enjoyed it too," I said. This - although true - was perhaps going a little too far. Japanese girls are not accustomed to such praise from men: it disconcerts them and may even spoil the sweet submissiveness of their natures. But they soon learn that _gaijin_ are very peculiar. She scrambled to her feet. "If you don't mind, I'll go and take a shower now," she said. She unclipped the metal clamps from her breasts and placed them neatly in my hand with a little bend of the knees, a sort of half-curtsey. "Thank you very much for these! I wonder - when I come back, will you have any ... you know ... other, er, toys for me to play with?" Without waiting for an answer she walked towards the sliding door into the living-room. As she went she gathered her long hair in one hand and tossed it over her shoulder. It was a pretty gesture - she knew it was pretty, I had seen her do it when nude on stage. She took little steps in her high-heels, holding herself very upright. The movement made her bottom wiggle delightfully. I began to regret that I had not, after all, raped her arsehole while I had the opportunity. Had she perhaps been half expecting me to? As she stepped over the threshold into the living-room, Haruka glanced back over her shoulder and gave me a charming look of wide-eyed innocence, the tip of one finger between her lips. She understood very well, she seemed to be saying, how I was lusting after her virginal bottom and, while pretending not to understand why, was enjoying the way it provoked me. It is possible, I thought, to be too careful about how one introduces a young girl to each new sexual experience, worrying that too abrupt an initiation might upset her and put her off something you want her to enjoy. At Haruka's age a girl should be a seething mass of unfocussed sexual desire behind a facade of virginal innocence. Every technique - every experience - from simple cock-sucking through arse-fucking to the most sophisticated and skilfully applied masochistic agony, is part of the mix. Techniques she has not yet encountered are not unknown mysteries: deep down in her bursting sensuality they are already there, already part of her unconscious heritage as a sexual being. It is my mission, as I develop young girls' sexuality, to tap these ancient wells of ecstasy and channel them up from her unconscious to her conscious awareness, so that they become entirely natural parts of her daily sexual performance. Never mind fucking Haruka's arse: the opportunity had passed but others would come soon enough. She wanted it without knowing she wanted it. But I had today taken the first step in revealing to her the secret delights of exquisite pain. The simple nipple-clamps had been a great success. I must move on swiftly to more elaborate forms of orgasmic agony. I keep my more sophisticated equipment - whipping-frames, electrical stimulation devices, fucking-machines and the like - in my secret torture-chamber on the upper floor. It has a combination lock and is sound-proofed, so girls cannot escape and may scream as much as they (and I) like. But while I am happy for a girl to know that this private paradise exists - and I am about to describe the little trap I had laid for Haruka - I like to set aside plenty of time for her first real introduction to it. Meanwhile I kept a few simple instruments in a discreet closet in the main living-room, so as to have them handy to use on girls who, like Haruka, visited me for some straightforward downstairs fucking. It was time to make a selection while she was busy in the bathroom. I was still holding the nipple-clamps with their little bells which she had temporarily removed: I placed them reverently on the centre of the low table. Day-dreaming about her sweet arsehole had given me an idea and from the drawer where I kept smaller items for decorating girls' bodies I dug out another little implement which had been designed to form part of a set with the clamps and added it to the display. On either side I laid out some neatly coiled whips and a couple of thin, flexible canes sheathed in black leather. I completed the arrangement with a pair of leather wrist-cuffs and a matching collar, their long chains already attached. All I had to do then was wait. The bathroom was off the main bedroom on the upper floor, but I could just hear the shower running. I noted with a mixture of amusement and affection that she had left her pretty high-heels neatly at the bottom of the curved open-tread staircase. I picked up one shoe and examined it. How small it was, and how elegantly the profile of the sole supported the curve of her little foot as the long slim heel forced her to stand and walk on her highest tiptoes! It was still warm and slightly damp from intimate contact with the foot it had been clasping and decorating. I smelt it gently and felt my cock twitch in sympathy with the sensuous aroma. Yes, it was high time I devoted a session to sucking Haruka's sweet toes and perhaps teaching her the refined art of stroking a lover's cock with her feet [7]. The shower had stopped, and soon I heard the bedroom door open onto the upper corridor. I put the shoe back where she had left it and waited. I could imagine her walking naked, noiseless on her bare feet, along the carpeted corridor towards the stairs. She seemed to be taking rather a long time. Yes, female curiosity had won again, I thought. So often it leads a girl into sexual adventures which may frighten her at first, but from which she finds she does not want to retreat. At last I saw her begin to descend the stairs. She stood on the last step, a vision of virginal innocence in her fresh, unadorned nakedness. Then she came down the last step, put on her pretty sparkling high-heels, and posed - a vision now of extremely _un_innocent beauty and promise. On the whole I liked that one better [8]. When I took her in my arms she seemed willing enough to be kissed and fondled, but somehow a little preoccupied. After the first minute or two of pleasure, I pulled away slightly and looked at her curiously. "I, er ... that is ... upstairs ..." she began. "Yes?" "There's a room upstairs," she said, her curiosity overcoming her embarrassment. "A room I hadn't seen before. I, er ... that is, I looked inside for a moment -" "Oh, no!" I said, trying to sound sincere. "I didn't leave it unlocked, did I? I really shouldn't have done that - and _you_ shouldn't have gone in there!" "Shouldn't I?" she asked, her big eyes all innocence. "Well, for one thing, the door might have locked itself behind you," I said, still trying to act sincere and hoping she would not guess that I had left the lock latched open so that she could safely give full rein to her curiosity. "You wouldn't have known how to get out. You might have been trapped there for ages. The room's sound-proofed, you see." "Is it? Why?" "Well, it wouldn't do if the neighbours heard girls screaming, would it?" "Do girls scream in there? Why?" she asked, already guessing the answer but looking even more innocent than before. "A _lot_. As much as they like. Or as much as _I_ like," I went on, taking her firmly in my arms again and tickling her bottom with my fingernails in a way which I hoped might give her a tiny hint of the sort of things that made girls scream so beautifully and satisfyingly. She felt the need to change the subject and pulled away from me. "May I have my nipple-clamps again?" "Of course. They're on the table." She picked them up and brought them to me. "Will you put them on for me?" she asked coquettishly. "They feel even nicer when you do it." That is an invitation I can never refuse. Especially when the girl making it is young, beautiful and nude apart from her heels. I took the clamps from her one by one, stroked her nipples to full erection, and slowly allowed the sharp teeth of the little implements to bite lusciously into her breasts. "Ahh ..." she said happily. Then, "What's this?" "It's part of the set," I said vaguely. "Yes, but where does it go?" "Well," I said teasingly, "it's too small to be held in your mouth or your cunt, so ..." "You mean ... ooh, how lovely! ... will you, er ... insert it for me?" "There's some oil left in the bottle." Cooing with pleasure she squeezed out a few drops onto the fingers of her right hand and reached round till she could caress her anus and gradually push her fingers, one by one, a little way inside to lubricate the tight passage. She had obviously done something of the kind often enough during her masturbation sessions. I stood watching her, unable to take my eyes off the pretty sight, and stroking the anal dildo waiting patiently to be inserted. It was about twenty centimetres long and consisted of a slim flexible finger, tapering towards the tip and joining a series of perfect spheres. At the thicker end was a little cross-bar designed to fit snugly along the crack in her arse and stop the dildo penetrating further than it should. Two chains ending in silver bells, matching those already dangling from her nipple-clamps, were attached to the cross-bar. The elegant instrument would not only feel wonderful inside her, its little bells would look very pretty. All I had to do was insert it. "Take your hand away and lean forward," I instructed her. Her upper body horizontal and the bells swaying from her breasts, Haruka bent over, supporting herself with her hands on the low table. I gently pressed the slim tip of the dildo against her rosebud. She flinched but then controlled herself and held steady, offering her anus to her new lover's approach. "Oh! Ohh - _ohh_!" she said, as the first sphere pushed its way through her lubricated anus. The rosebud emitted an audible sucking sound. I paused for a moment. "All right?" "Oh, yes - _yes_!" Twisting the dildo gently to help its progress, I moved it further in and eased the second sphere into her passage. There was an audible gasp but no complaint, so I continued without pause till all the spheres were in place and the cross-bar fitted snugly between her buttocks. I had been holding the bells in the palm of my hand while my fingers continued their delicate operation, but now I let them dangle freely. In her leaning position they tenderly caressed her cunt. She stood up slowly, the bells now swaying between her legs matching those hanging from her breasts. All four of them tinkling prettily, she moved quickly to the big wheeled mirror I kept in a corner of the living-room, twisting to and fro as she examined her newly enhanced beauty. "It seems ... somehow it seems to be moving inside me!" she said. I did not explain, but the spheres inside her were not solid but thin shells, each holding a steel ball small enough to vibrate at every movement she made, transmitting its energy through the shell to the wall of her anal passage. Called _benwa_ balls in Japanese, these toys have been known in the Far East for centuries and can be used in either the cunt or the anus - or both at once. They require of course no batteries and can be worn indefinitely, providing an endless source of pleasure - secretly, unless the user is so stimulated that she gives herself away. "May I wear it always?" Haruka asked, turning back to me and clasping her hands pleadingly. "Of course. It's flexible enough to bend as you move, and it matches the nipple-clamps." "Oh, you are so kind to me! I'll _never_ take it out ... except when of course ..." She giggled naughtily. The set had been a present from my friend Fujiko who worked as a salesgirl in a Shinjuku sex-equipment shop called Restraint. She had suggested that my "little girls", as she called them, would find it stimulating. I didn't mind saying farewell to her present: it was high time I called on Fujiko again. She probably had many ingenious new torture devices to show me, which she could borrow from stock so that we could spend a happy evening together trying them out. Fujiko's uncomplicated delight in skilfully applied pain was as endless as my pleasure in giving it to her. "Let's go and sit down," said Haruka, "I have something to ask you about. If I _can_ sit down, that is!" "I don't think you'll be sitting down much," I said, trying to look serious, "if you go to your club wearing _that_." "Oooh!" she said with a seraphic smile, as the implication of what I had said sank in. "But if you want to, you'd be more comfortable without the bells. Bend over again." She obeyed at once, and I unhooked the little chains from the cross-bar of her anal plug. Before she could stand up again I gave her plump buttocks a friendly smack. I enjoyed the way my hands bounced off the firm curved flesh. So did she. When she was upright again, I attached the bells to her nipple-clamps. There were holes to receive the hooks in each leg of the little pincers, and now she was prettily decorated with two bells swaying and tinkling from each breast. She stood on tiptoe and kissed me, then took my hands and pulled me over to the couch. Just to see what it felt like, she first sat correctly, knees together, her bottom neatly placed on one black leather cushion. She let out a little murmur of pleasure; then shifted position so that she was taking the weight on one buttock only and leaning against me, her legs sexily crossed and one foot swinging. "That room upstairs," she began shyly, her eyes fixed on her high-heeled shoe as it moved up and down, "there were things inside ..." I said nothing, but tried to look severe. "There was a sort of metal frame, with chains and leather straps hanging from it ..." "Yes. It is for fixing girls to. So that they can't escape when I punish them." "Oh ... I guessed so ... Will you -" I could tell she was about to say, "fix me to it and punish me", but suddenly she changed direction "- I've seen frames like that before." "Have you now. Where?" "In a club where I worked." "I didn't know you worked in more than one club." Her gaze shifted from her shoe to my erect cock. She took it in one hand and began to stroke it gently. She seemed to want to put me in a good mood. Well, I already was of course. "One evening ... when I reported for duty at my strip-club, the manager asked if I would work a session at another club instead. He called it a hostess club. A nude one, he said. It was part of the same group, but not a strip-club, because ... well, because the girls were nude anyway, so didn't need to strip!" For the first time she looked up at my face, and giggled delightfully. "One of the girls who worked there had called in sick - her _Anne no hi_ [9] had come early - and he asked me if I would stand in for her, the early evening shift, six till nine." "So you agreed." "Well, of course!" Clever of the manager, I thought, to get Haruka to agree to move up a stage in her experience of the sex industry by appealing to her loyalty to her employer. Though he need not really have bothered - anything which meant tempting men by flaunting her nudity met with Haruka's complete approval. She was tempting me very effectively just now. "I think," I said carefully, "if you are going to tell me about your experience in the nude hostess club you should stop stroking my cock. Just for a while. The two things together may be too much for me. I might come in your hand, which would be a waste, don't you think?" "Would you like to come somewhere else?" she asked innocently. "Yes. Very much. But I also want to hear about your hostess club. You said they had whipping-frames there." "I didn't know what they were, of course," she said, still holding my cock but no longer stroking it. "I asked one of the other girls and she told me how a girl could be tied completely helpless into a frame, while the gentlemen took turns to whip her. She asked me if I enjoyed being whipped. I had to admit that I'd never experienced it. I said I wasn't sure I'd like it. But, do you know, even though I had no idea what it would feel like there was something inside me telling me that I'd love it and really, really wanted it. Just like before a boy put his cock in my pussy the first time. Even though I didn't know what it would be like I still knew it would be lovely and I wanted it. Does that sound strange?" "Of course not. Being whipped is one of the most beautiful experiences a girl can have. I'm glad you're already looking forward to it." "Will _you_ whip me, and show me how beautiful it is? I'd really, really like that. Now?" "Later perhaps. Go on with your story." "Please don't make me wait long. Now that I know about it, my bottom is ... I don't know ... sort of tingling with excitement. Or do you think that's the nice thing you put in there?" "Both, I expect. But go on." "Well, I think the other girl guessed what I was feeling. I plucked up my courage and asked if we would be whipped that evening. She said probably not: the six-to-nine shift was too early and there wouldn't be many gentlemen there. But on the later shift ..." "I can imagine. But what did happen on your shift?" "Well, I served the gentlemen drinks, of course, and sometimes they asked me to suck them so I did that ... you know, I'm so glad I'd already had all that experience at the strip-club. It felt so natural and nice to be nude when I was serving the gentlemen. I was a bit shy that very first time I was nude in public - but of course I had my friend Kazue to help me and the other girl who was already on stage, so I soon got over that, and when I saw how much the gentlemen in the audience liked what I did and appreciated me and made me feel I'd done well - after that, being nude for them was what I wanted to do most in all the world!" "Did the gentlemen ask to fuck you properly or was being sucked enough?" "Oh, two or three did, of course," said Haruka airily. "There were places arranged for us to make love comfortably. It's a very elegant club." "Have you been back since?" "Well, actually ... I was going to tell you, but we've been so busy today ..." "You're going again this evening?" "Yes! How did you guess?" "For the nine-to-midnight shift this time?" She nodded, her eyes sparkling. "You'll enjoy that." "When I looked inside that room upstairs," she said, choosing her words carefully, "as well as the, you know, frame, there was something else." I just looked at her. I knew what she was referring to, of course, but I had no intention of helping her: I wanted to hear her describe it. "It was a sort of machine ... with a big metal arm sticking out over a low table. And there was a, you know -" she giggled prettily "- a vibrator or a dildo or whatever you call it fixed to the end of the arm. A very big fat one." "Oh yes," I said, trying to sound casual, "that's a fucking machine." She gazed at me, her mouth open and her eyes wide, obviously considering what a machine like that might mean for her. "Did you see the leather straps fixed to the table?" I asked, helping her out at last. "They're for a girl's arms and legs and so on, so that she can be held there and can't move at all." "And then the machine ..." "That's right." "Oh, may I try it? Now? Please ... _please_?" Her hand was stroking my cock again. I don't know if she was doing it deliberately or if it was just an automatic response to the idea of being strapped to the table, the helpless victim of the tireless machine. Whatever the reason, she was bringing me dangerously close to climax. "Something else first," I said firmly. "Back to the _futon_. On the balcony. I want you on hands and knees. Submissive." "Ooh, yes, yes!" she said, jumping up eagerly. "Then I can pretend _you_ are the machine!" I didn't have the machine's endless stamina, of course - especially after what she had been doing to me. But when she had taken up position on the _futon_, shivering slightly in the cool evening air out on the balcony, and had squealed happily as I spanked her firm bottom a few times, I seized her thighs trying to pretend that my hands were the leather straps waiting for her in the torture-chamber and entered her in a single thrust. It didn't last long, of course, but her lust to be taken was as urgent as my desire to fuck her and we came together in the most satisfying way. "Now," said Haruka, as we lay in each other's arms and breathing and heartbeats had returned to something like normal, "will you take me upstairs and strap me into your fucking machine?" "No," I said firmly, "not yet." "Well, what about tying me into your whipping frame and punishing me?" "No, not that either. Not yet." "But when, when? I _must_ have it! I must learn what it's like! Surely you can see that?" There were real tears spilling from her eyes and trickling down her cheeks now. I very nearly gave way. There is something so irresistible about a beautiful nude girl in tears, especially when she is imploring you to whip her and torture her. "Listen," I said, somehow managing to resist her, "I know you want it. I want to do it to you. But when I take you into my torture-chamber I'll need plenty of time. You have to leave for your hostess club in what? Another hour?" "Yes! But that's just why you must teach me about being whipped now so that I'll know what it's like! How to behave and so on! The other girls told me there was sure to be whipping in the late session and I do so want to be good at it!" "You'll be very good at it whatever I do." "But I don't want to be an ignorant beginner who's never been whipped before. Surely the gentlemen won't like that?" "On the contrary, I assure you that's _exactly_ what they'll like. Every man dreams of whipping a girl for the first time, and hearing her beg for mercy." She thought for a moment. "If you show me first what it's like, then I can _pretend_ to be a beginner. You know, completely innocent. If that's what the gentlemen like. But I can pretend better if I really know already ..." I kissed her, relishing the salty taste of her tears. So lovely, I thought: only sixteen and already fully grasping the principles of sexual teasing, of how the provoking stimulation of prettily assumed innocence can inflame male lust twice as fiercely as the real thing. Oh, I do love Japanese girls! "I promise," I said seriously, "to give you a full session upstairs very soon. Tied up, whipped, tortured to endless orgasm - everything you've ever dreamed of and lots of things you've never even imagined. But I refuse to spoil it for both of us by rushing it." "When?" she asked. "Tomorrow?" "All right. Tomorrow. I think I have another girl coming to see me but she can join in. You can take turns." For a moment she was about to object, but then began to see the erotic possibilities of working with another girl. "Ooh! Can I whip her?" "Of course. And she'll whip you. You'll enjoy that, and so shall I. But what I can do, before you leave tonight, is give you a little taste of the whip. Not upstairs, and not with the really cruel instruments, but just a taste." She scrambled to her feet at once. "Yes! Oh, yes please! Where? Out here?" "Go and have a wash. Then join me in the living-room. Just heels. I'll have the other things ready for you." She ran off to the stairs and made for the bathroom again, glancing invitingly at me over her shoulder as she went and wriggling her hips provocatively in response to the vibration of the _benwa_ balls snug and deep in her anal love-hole. Left alone, I sorted affectionately through the whips and canes already laid out on the low table and added others from the closet where I kept them. It was good to recall the happiness these long strips of leather and cord, and slender slips of bamboo and birch, had given to so many girls, encircling their hips and lovingly caressing their breasts under my direction. I picked up one of my - and my girls' - favourites: a long handle from which budded many strands of thin whipcord embellished with hard little knots and, just occasionally, tiny metal prickles which added brilliant stars of sharp agony to the stimulation of the lashes. The deeply ridged handle was designed to slide into the victim's gasping arsehole whenever I needed a pause, making it possible to turn her into a pony-girl involuntarily flicking her bushy tail as she thanked me by nuzzling me and sucking my erection. What fun girls and I had enjoyed with this clever instrument! Haruka would love it, I thought. But she was due at her hostess club in an hour or so, and her clients would not thank me if she appeared before them with the pure ivory satin of her virginal arse already marked by the caress and bite of the whip. How it would look when _they_ had finished with her - now that was another matter! Reluctantly I coiled the beautiful instrument and put it away again. There were after all others, their smooth leather strips designed to create only a pretty pink blush which would make her arse even more appetising. "Are those for me?" a breathy little voice murmured as arms encircled me and hands reached for my erect cock. "Yes, darling," I said without turning round. "Just gentle, introductory whips. The really advanced ones are upstairs in the torture-chamber." "Ooh! When do we begin?" "Now. Give me your hands." Swiftly I strapped the black leather cuffs round her wrists and locked the D-rings together. Then I knelt on the carpet and fitted cuffs to her ankles, joining them by a slender chain about sixty centimetres long. "May I ... may I keep my clamps on?" she asked in a breathy little voice. "Of course." "Will you tighten them for me?" I fiddled with the little decorations, enjoying the almost silent "aaah!" with which she welcomed the increased bite of the sharp teeth. In fact she had already adjusted the springs to something close to full strength. As I held her breasts in position I could feel her rapid heartbeat. "Over there," I said, indicating the black leather armchair. "Kneeling. Arse towards me." The little bells hanging two from each nipple tinkled prettily as she ran to take up position. I walked round to the back of the chair and pulled her bound hands sharply down. She twisted her head to one side as her face was pressed against the soft leather. Of course I would have preferred to suspend her by her wrists from an overhead hook, or arrange her over a padded horse of the kind used in a school gymnasium, but this was to be only an introduction, a first teasing taste of what would from now on be an essential part of Haruka's expanding sensuality. She would hold her position without needing to be restrained. I was sure of that. And in future being helplessly bound to whipping-frames and other equipment would be an extra layer of joy for her, as she played the part of a girl cruelly forced to endure a torment from which in reality she had no wish to escape. I glanced at my watch. She would have to leave soon if she was to be at her club in good time. I decided to risk leaving the anal dildo in position: I would be doing no more than stimulate her round bottom and the teasing movement of the _benwa_ balls would add to her pleasure. I picked up the whip I had prepared for her and ran the long smooth leather strips through my fingers. I did not ask if she was ready to receive it - I knew she was. I stood to one side of the armchair, raised the lashes and brought them down onto her waiting arse: hard but knowing that I, and the whip, had more energy in reserve. I gave her about twenty strokes in a slow rhythm, gradually increasing their power and towards the end introducing a little variation by allowing the lashes to wander as they wished up over her back and down her thighs. As always the random pattern of the lashes on her skin added to the beauty of the experience I was sharing with her. I finished off with two strokes at maximum strength, scattering the lashes over the pink glow of her bottom. I walked round to where her head was hanging over the back of the armchair and lifted it gently with the whip-handle under her chin. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing fast. At last she returned to something like normal, smiled, stretched as well as she could with her wrists bound, and opened her eyes. "Was that good?" I asked. I already knew the answer of course. She let out a sound that was half-way between a moan and a purr, and at last managed to speak. "More, please - more!" she murmured. "_Please_ don't stop!" "That's enough for now," I said firmly. I coiled the whip neatly and put it back on the low table. Then I unbuckled the cuffs constraining her wrists and ankles. As I did so I gently stroked her pink bottom, enjoying the way she flinched and trembled. Then I picked her up, carried her to the couch and arranged her on her side with her head on my lap. I allowed her to go on enjoying her nipple-clamps. "You will do it to me more, won't you?" she asked at last, looking up at me pleadingly. "Of course. Tomorrow." "Not now?" "Be sensible, Haruka. You are due at your club in half-an-hour." "Yes, I suppose I must get ready," she said, but did not move. "Lots and lots tomorrow? I'm free all day!" she added anxiously. "Of course." "Upstairs, in your special room?" "Yes, you're ready for that now." She let out a long happy sigh. "I want to ask you about something," she said seriously. "When you started whipping me ... it was wonderful of course, I never wanted it to stop ... and something woke up inside me. That's the only way I can describe it. It was if there was a little ... I don't know ... spirit inside me saying, 'I've been waiting for you to do that! And now you have I'll never let you stop!' And of course I don't want to stop! Never, never!" I stroked her breasts, playing with the little chains dangling from her clamps. "A little _oni_," I suggested. "A devil." "That's right! A cute little _oni-chan_! He's in charge now, making me do the things we both love best ... Do other girls have that?" "Oh, yes. At least the girls I like to fuck do. And he's not the only one, is he?" "No! How did you guess? I've only just begun to understand this, but every time I discover something new about sex a little _oni_ wakes up and starts telling me to do it more ... the first time I was nude before an audience, and the first time I was fucked on stage, of course it felt so wonderful I wanted to do it again and again, and I thought it was as simple as that, just loving it and wanting it, but I can see now! There's a little devil there saying 'I'm in charge of that, and you'll do what I tell you!' Ooh, I love all my little devils, they're so good to me." "There are more of them waiting for you. You know that, don't you?" "You mean ...?" "Every time you learn something new, another little devil will come alive and demand that you do it for him again and again." "How wonderful!" She thought for a moment. "Are there many more things for me to learn? Many more cute little _oni-chan_ waiting to be woken up?" "Oh, yes." "You will teach me, won't you? Whatever they are?" "Sure. Starting tomorrow. But now it's time for you to get ready for your hostess club." She began to stand up. "I suppose so. At least I can be nude again there. And enjoy knowing that the men's cocks are all getting stronger and harder and wanting me more and more ..." "And taking you, of course." "Of _course_! If they ask me ..." "And who knows? You may learn something new there. Something I haven't taught you yet." She giggled in that specially delightful way she has when she is thinking about sex, and stood up. Without any prompting from me she removed her nipple-clamps and placed them on the table. She bent over and I knew she wanted me to remove the probe from her anus, which I did slowly enjoying her gasps of pleasure as each of the multiple spheres popped out through her rosebud. One day, I thought ... Then she made swiftly for the staircase and her last trip to the bathroom. I followed more slowly, enjoying the fluid grace of her legs and hips ahead of me, and dressed in my bedroom while she was busy washing. She came out of the bathroom, stepped into her heels again, and picked up the clothes she had abandoned immediately on arriving at my apartment some hours ago. She slid the denim miniskirt with frayed hem elegantly up her legs and hips, then pulled the cropped sleeveless top over her head. She had been wearing no bra when she came and the thin cloth showed the shape of her erect nipples. This time she didn't bother with panties either: perhaps she preferred the direct contact of the rough denim against her freshly whipped and sensitised bottom. "How are you planning to get there?" I asked. "Oh, it's only a few stops on the subway," she replied casually. "Yes, but dressed like that you may never get there. I'd better drive you." She didn't argue. I was sorry in a way to deprive her of the pleasure of being groped on the subway train but with her aroused sexuality on a knife-edge she might not be able to resist the whispered invitations to accompany her admirers to a love-hotel - or even just to a secluded spot up some side-street - and it would be a black mark against her at her club if she arrived seriously late for duty. I accompanied her into the elevator and she wriggled provocatively against me as we descended to the basement garage. I unlocked the car and she slid into the passenger seat. It was, as she said, only a short distance to the hostess club and I pulled up by the staff entrance with fifteen minutes to spare. "Have a good time," I said as she scrambled out onto the kerb. "Tell me all about it when you get back." A couple of men stopped and looked at her appreciatively. She glanced back over her shoulder with a coyly inviting smile, then disappeared through the doorway. FOOTNOTES [6] Pin-up or glamour shots of pretty girls posing in swimsuits or as the most innocent of soft-core nudes are known in Japanese as _gurabia_ or "gravure" photography, a word originally used to describe a printing process. A "gravure idol" is known as a _guradoru_ or "gradol" and is officially referred to as an amateur to conceal any suggestion that she might have been paid for her work. It is a big moment in a girl's career when she becomes eighteen, or can pass for it, and shyly removing her bra and panties displays her sexual skills in her first real fuck video. Her studio will trumpet the news that a popular amateur "gradol" is at last offering herself as an AV or adult video actress. - B W [7] The original film version of _Lolita_ opens with a lengthy close-up shot in which James Mason, as Humbert, gently paints Sue Lyons's toenails - a scene which still packs a definite erotic punch for those who have taken the trouble to cultivate a proper fetish for pretty feminine feet. - B W [8] "High heels may well be the most potent aphrodisiac ever concocted," says Dr William A Rossi, in The Sex Life of the Foot and Shoe (1976; new edition 1993). Clearly a girl in heels inspires lust in the viewer because her legs are lengthened and made more shapely, and because she is forced into a stance which pushes forward her hips and breasts. The hint of imprisonment, of being unable to escape even if she wishes to, adds to the pleasure her appearance gives the observer. But heels also have an aphrodisiac effect on the girl who wears them. When a girl approaches climax she often experiences an involuntary contraction of the calf muscles which causes her to point her toes. Whether she is aware of it or not, standing on tiptoe can induce a sensation of imminent orgasm, which stimulates the pleasure centres of her brain and enhances the desire for sex. - B W [9] _Anne no hi_ or "Anne's day" is a Japanese girl's term for her period. It is a slightly old-fashioned expression and I was surprised to hear a young girl like Haruka use it. It comes from Anne Frank's description of her first period in her _Diary_. - B W [Next in Part 03: Chapter III: First Whipping] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk