Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 6 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: MMFf, bd, tort, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 06 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER VI Fumie and her Fiance So as Haruka lay in the mechanical arms of her tireless lover, lost in a private heaven of her own, I met Fumie at the door of my apartment. She was wearing a wide miniskirt in pale green and a crisp white blouse, both of which she removed as soon as the door was shut. Underneath she wore no bra, only pretty lacy panties. "I was nearly picked up on the subway," she said casually. "If your plan doesn't work and the fiance still won't satisfy me, I may have to make that part of my daily routine." "Tell me which train you take," I said. She smiled at the compliment and made for the stairs. "Fumie," I said, "I think you've forgotten something ..." She quickly removed her panties and added them to the blouse and skirt neatly folded on the arm of a chair, posed coquettishly at the foot of the stairs, then scampered on ahead of me. "Are these shoes all right?" she asked as I caught her up at the door to the torture-chamber. "Fine," I said. They were smart high-heels, noticeably taller than the shoes she normally wore with her OL uniform. I could have insisted on tight fetish shoes with 15-centimetre heels but decided the fiance should be introduced in stages to the finer points of sado-masochism. I opened the door and stood aside as she entered. "Where shall I ..." Then she noticed Haruka lying under her blanket as the huge drill twisted and hammered in her cunt. "Never mind her," I said. "I told you I had a pupil. She won't interfere. She's happy on her own." "Lucky girl!" said Fumie. "Now, I think for his first sight of you we want something simple. No whipping-frame. Just a moment while I tie your hands." I took a pair of steel cuffs from the instrument table. She held out her hands to me and I locked them round her wrists, then joined them with a short chain between their D-rings. I pressed a control and a hook descended from the ceiling. Soon she was suspended gracefully by her wrists, the cuffs and chain glittering in the spotlights, her long legs elegantly balanced on her heels, her head back and her hair cascading down towards her bottom. I looked at the clock. "He'll be here in less than twenty minutes. I think we should start, don't you? Get you in the mood?" "Yes," she murmured. "Yes please." I picked up a simple cat of nine leather strips, then thought better of it. That would do for him - a beginner. Instead I chose an instrument with multiple strands of thin whipcord, some with hard knots along their length. The knotted strands were a bright red while the others were black: I knew how beautiful the combination would look scattered randomly across her quivering flesh. Whipping a girl should if possible be an aesthetic as well as an erotic experience. [12] I stood in front of her, postponing for the moment the pleasure of working on her arse. I flicked the lashes lightly over her thighs, her tummy, her breasts and then her thighs again, tickling her lightly, just a gentle teasing. Under the bright lights shining on her I could see her shiver and break into goose-bumps. Then without any warning I slashed the whip down hard over her stomach: once, twice, and then returned to my gentle teasing while she screamed and begged - for more? for mercy? At that early stage of a whipping session a girl doesn't know herself which she wants and nor do I. I paused for a moment to enjoy her helpless pleading, then settled down to whip her steadily and hard, all the way from her knees to her breasts and down again. Another pause; and then it was time to pleasure her back and bottom. I adjusted the ceiling hook so as to stretch her a little more and force her upwards, her heels lifted a little off the floor. Now she would dance for me prettily on the tips of her toes as the whip swung her to and fro. I walked round to her back. I hung the long whip from my right wrist by the loop in the handle and used both hands to push her head gently forward till her chin rested on her breast. I gathered her long hair together, twisted it into a loose braid and let it tumble down her front. Time was short now but I couldn't resist running my hands lightly down her ivory back and then caressing her exquisite bottom. She moaned lightly in a mixture of pleasure and protest at being made to wait: yes, she was now clearly begging for more of the whip's sweet torment. I slipped the loop off my wrist and took up position. Her lovely bottom was waiting for me. As usual I began by whipping it lightly, with a teasing caress. Then, without warning, I struck it hard and continued to do so slowly and rhythmically. The strokes swung her forward and then from side to side, as she moved her feet and tried to maintain her balance; but after each cycle of movement her bottom returned for more, pushing towards me as far as her stretched position hanging from the ceiling allowed. She was screaming lightly and prettily, imploring me not to stop - to whip her harder. In my pleasure at the enchanting and arousing sight I almost lost track of time. But before either of us had even begun to have enough the red light flashed to warn me that someone had pressed my apartment's call-button on the street-door. Leaving Fumie to moan and protest at my neglect, I activated the intercom and the fiance announced himself. I told him to take the elevator to my floor and went down to welcome him at the entrance to my apartment. He was, naturally enough, stiff and suspicious. In return I greeted him formally and invited him to enter. I don't normally bother with house-slippers in my apartment - my visitors usually spend their time there either naked or wearing high-heels - but I had placed a pair ready at the entrance, thinking that Japanese rituals would help put him at his ease. He stepped neatly out of his shoes and into the slippers. He must have noticed the whip coiled in my left hand but made no comment. The rules of Japanese politeness did not provide for such a phenomenon, and it therefore did not exist. Before proceeding any further towards the living-room he produced a card-holder from his jacket pocket and slipped a business-card from it. "I am Hayasaka," he said, handing me the card with a stiff bow. "Shinsuke Hayasaka." "Thank you," I said, putting the coiled whip down on the little hall table so that I could accept the card formally with both hands. I examined it respectfully. It revealed that he was, as I had expected, head of some planning section in the company where Fumie worked. "I am Bob Williams. Er ... will you excuse me one moment?" Obviously I didn't carry my name-cards while whipping his fiancee. I went quickly into my office near the front door and chose one of the plastic boxes I kept on my desk: the box containing cards with the designation "sex therapist" and a totally bogus western medical degree against my name. I handed it to him with a murmured apology for keeping him waiting by my lack of forethought. This ritual completed he drew in a hissing breath and I picked up my whip. He allowed me to show him into the living-room. "Thank you for coming," I said. "Fumie-san has asked that you join her upstairs. If you will accompany me ..." At the torture-chamber I activated the combination lock, opened the door and invited him formally to enter. He was so startled to see Fumie hanging naked from the ceiling by her cuffs and little steel chain that he did not even notice Haruka writhing silently under the tireless attentions of the fucking-machine. She was hanging exactly as I had left her, her chin on her breast and her long hair hanging down her front partly obscuring her breasts. I moved to stand behind her, holding her by the hips and making her sway gently as he stared at her. "Fumie-san has asked you to meet her here," I said, choosing my words carefully, "so that you may learn something about her. That's right, isn't it, Fumie-san?" Slowly she raised her head and gazed at him silently. "She tells me she enjoys it when you make love to her," I continued, not pausing as he tried to intervene, "but there is one important thing missing in what you do to her. This." I let go of Fumie and held up the whip I had been holding in my left hand. I let it fall from its neat coils so that the long lashes tumbled gracefully to the floor. "_This_ is what she longs for more than anything else in the world," I said. "Watch - and learn!" I stood back, raised the instrument, and resumed the slow, luxurious whipping which had been interrupted by his arrival. Fumie supported what I had said by moaning with pleasure and, as her passion built, begging me to whip her harder and thanking me in the most flattering terms for my skilful love-making. But of course that was all for his benefit and instruction. After about thirty strokes I paused. "Oh, _please_ don't stop!" Fumie begged dramatically. "It's so wonderful! I want it to go on for ever!" "You see?" I said to her fiance. "You understand now how cruel you have been, depriving her of the one sexual experience she wants more than anything else?" I could see him swallowing hard and trying to speak. I continued without waiting. "You love her, don't you? Of course you do! You are looking forward to a full sex-life when you are married? Of course! I'm sure she does all the things you like best." Again he tried to speak but I did not allow it. "So you must do the one thing to her that she loves above all. Please understand that I am talking to you as a professional. But let me tell you also, more personally, when you see how she enjoys it, you'll love doing it to her." I gave her a few friendly strokes, and she moaned and begged for more. "Now you must make it up to her. All that neglect ... Come and stand here. May I suggest you take off your jacket?" He handed it to me silently and I draped it over the one comfortable chair which the room contained. Then, with a murmured apology, I took him gently by the shoulders and made him take up exactly the position I had occupied. Touching a Japanese man whom you hardly know goes very much against accepted custom but he was so overwhelmed by the experience he was undergoing that I doubt if he even noticed. I fetched the whip with the simple leather strips and placed the handle in his right hand. "Like this," I said. Feeling a bit like a tennis coach instructing a beginner, I raised his arm and then helped him bring it down hard so that the black lashes pleasured Fumie's bottom. "Ooh! Ooh, lovely!" said Fumie encouragingly. I helped him again a couple of times, and then gradually let go, watching approvingly as he took up the rhythm of the whipping. Fumie was already squealing happily and begging him to do it harder and harder. Young love, I thought sentimentally. A couple learning to share with each other the greatest pleasures life has to offer. I left them to it and went to unwrap Haruka from her blanket. Naturally she was lost in a world of her own, groaning behind her gag as the great drill plunged in and out of her dripping pussy and the multiple electrical contacts attached to her body tickled and stimulated her with their maddeningly unpredictable charges. To get her attention I gave her tummy some light strokes with the whip I was still holding. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. I quickly unbuckled the gag from her mouth and gently wiped her face. She smiled happily. "How are you. darling?" I asked unnecessarily. "In heaven!" she said. Then, with a worried look passing over her face, "You won't turn it off, will you? I haven't had _nearly_ enough!" "No, not yet. I just want you to do something for me." I opened my trousers and showed her my erection. She smiled up at me. The support for her head was designed to be lowered as well as raised. I let her hang downwards so that her mouth was in a convenient position to be used. She opened it obediently and I entered her, thrusting past her throat muscles deep down towards her stomach. With her hands bound to the bed she could use only her expert lips and tongue to stimulate me - and soon I felt her make use of her throat, squeezing and then releasing my shaft with maddening skill. She took her time and I was in no hurry, but at last I felt the cum prepare to shoot up my cock and burst into her. I pulled out some distance so that she could savour the liquid she loved so much as it squirted onto her tongue. I had to cling to her shoulders for a while to keep my balance as the spasms overwhelmed me, but then I withdrew fully - slowly, so that her lips and the tip of her tongue could squeeze out the last drops of cum. Then I adjusted the headrest so that she could lie comfortably as she swirled the semen round her mouth and swallowed it in slow sips. "It's time I let you out of all this," I said when she had finished. "Oh, must you?" said Haruka sadly. "I've been enjoying it _so_ much!" "I'm sure you have - and you look lovely wriggling around in it," I said, "but we mustn't neglect our guests." In fact Fumie and her fiance seemed very happy on their own, making up for all the time they had wasted. He had settled into a steady routine, the black leather strips kissing her bottom with a sexy slapping and sucking sound, making her sway on the tips of her toes while squealing prettily and begging for more. Still, the torture-chamber was getting crowded and it was time they went off to explore each other's sexuality on their own. Meanwhile I turned off the hammer feature of the fucking-machine's oversized drill and made the bit withdraw slowly from Haruka's dripping cunt. Then I turned to the control screen of her bed and gradually reduced the level of electrical charge to zero, before removing the many clips from her sensitive body, releasing the straps and helping her to her feet. "Ooh, that was lovely," she said as she stretched and eased her arms and legs from their cramped position, "but not _nearly_ enough! When can I have it again?" "Soon," I said evasively. I turned to the other pair of lovers. Although he was too proud to show it, Shinsuke was getting tired and was not sorry when I told him it was time to take some rest downstairs in the living-room. Together we released Fumie from her chains and I introduced the two girls to each other. "Haruka, take Fumie-san to the bedroom," I instructed her, "and help her to shower. Here, take this." I handed her the whip I was holding. "When you're both ready, come and join us downstairs." There was no need to instruct Fumie that the rule of nudity and high-heels would still apply, even outside the torture-chamber. Haruka would see to that! In the living-room I offered the young man a drink, but he chose coffee. He joined me in the little kitchen as I made it. "I'm very grateful to you," he said suddenly, breaking an embarrassed silence. "I didn't know." "Can you understand now what your problem was?" I asked, choosing my words carefully and trying to sound professional. "Yes. I thought when she invited me to ... do those things to her ..." "To whip her," I said encouragingly. "Yes ... I thought she would suffer, but was offering to subject herself to what she imagined were my secret desires ... an urge to, you know, torture and humiliate her. I was ashamed that she imagined I had such desires, and would want her to make such a sacrifice." "But now?" "Now I know she really, really wants to be whipped. And enjoys it. Thanks to you." "And you know that you ..." "I know that I really love doing it to her." "I'm glad." I wanted to add, "that you are going to be so happy together," but thought better of it. "You see," I said, thinking it would be safer to play the _sensei_, "it's what a girl's bottom is for." He looked at me, startled and wanting to learn more. "All the other parts of a girl's body that we use for sexual pleasure," I went on, "her mouth, her breasts, and of course her cunt ... they all have obvious anatomical purposes. We may use them for sexual purposes they didn't originally evolve for, especially her mouth, for example, but we can see why she has them. Her bottom is a sort of bonus. It's very beautiful, it's a lovely firm cushion just stuffed with sensitive nerve-endings longing to be caressed. Stroking her bottom, pleasuring it ... whatever you do, you can't do it any harm. It's there to be made love to." "Even with the whip?" he interrupted quickly. "_Especially_ with the whip. Once she's discovered that's the best thing there is. And nearly all Japanese girls do, very young. Usually when they are beaten by a male teacher. Which is allowed in Japanese schools, thank the gods. It's part of their sexual education." "I see." "At first the girl feels hurt and humiliated. But then the pain applied to her bottom stimulates her, turns to pleasure, floods all through her, if she's lucky gives her her first orgasm." We took our coffee into the living-room and settled into leather armchairs. "By the way," he said, avoiding my eyes, "I couldn't help wondering ... up there ... what it feels like. Does it seem strange for a man to ask that?" "Not at all," I said. "Lots of men get pleasure from being whipped, caned and so on." He shuddered slightly at the mention of caning. "So long as it is done by a beautiful girl, sexily dressed. A girl you know and love, like Fumie-san. I think she would be a very tempting _sadisu-chan_." "_Sadisu-chan_?" "Pretty little sadist. Not a real bully of a dominatrix. Though with experience you might find you enjoyed having Fumie-san play that role too. She is very adaptable and very generous in her love-making." I paused for a moment, hoping I had not gone too far. "You don't mind my saying that about her, do you? Please ... think of me as being a bit like a doctor. Nothing personal." "Of course. You've been very helpful. And you knew her before I did." "Yes. And the nice thing about playing the masochist," I went on, retreating to safer territory, "is that when you've had enough you can take your revenge. Grab the whip and use it on her. Tell her she's been very naughty and deserves to be punished. I promise you, girls _adore_ being dominated and disciplined like that!" Especially your Fumie, I thought, but did not say it. He looked thoughtful, but before he could reply there was a peal of girlish laughter from the corridor outside the bedroom. Fumie and Haruka appeared on the staircase, their arms round each other's waist, balancing prettily on their slender heels as they came towards us. Fumie was holding the whip in her free hand, I noticed. Haruka had put on her beloved nipple-clamps, the little bells tinkling joyfully as the longed-for pain surged through her breasts. They had clearly prepared their entrance carefully. They posed at the bottom of the stairs, released each other, gave a little pirouette, and were then back in each other's arms kissing deeply. "Oh, we had such a lovely time together in the shower!" said Haruka. "And then when we had dried each other we played a game with the whip. Fumie-chan knows how to whip _beautifully_!" she added with a coy glance at her new friend. "Haruka-chan has been telling me about all the lovely things you do to your girls!" said Fumie. Of course this was just to make an impression on her fiance and make him realise that he needed to expand his sexual repertoire. She already knew very well the things I did to my girls - some of them, anyway. "More, please!" said Haruka. "We haven't had nearly enough - have we, Fumie-chan?" "I'd love to try that ... machine ... the one Haruka-chan ..." said Fumie shyly. "We'll stay down here for now," I said firmly. "Haruka, you clear away the coffee while I get things ready." Haruka picked up the empty mugs and danced off to the kitchen, Fumie chasing after her waving her whip. The two girls couldn't get enough of each other, I thought. They were a pretty sight together, and were giving me ideas. Meanwhile I pulled out a couple of cats with decorated lashes and a long braided leather whip from the drawers where I kept them, and laid them neatly on the centre table. Then, as an after-thought, I chose some other small items and hid them for the moment in my pocket. The girls returned from the kitchen. Haruka immediately pounced on one of the whips and pretended to use it on Fumie. "Ooh, aren't they _beautiful_!" she whispered, running the knotted and decorated lashes through her fingers. "Can you imagine how lovely they'll feel when he - _they_ - whip us?" Fumie said nothing. She knew, of course, but Haruka had not seen her enjoying her whipping: she had been lost in her own private paradise. She now handed the whip she was holding to her fiance with a little bow. Her eyes were on him, but I could see they were sparkling with mischief mixed with sweet lust for the whip's kisses. "Fumie-san," I said, "do you like the little decorations Haruka is wearing?" "Oh, yes!" she replied. "They're so pretty, and Haruka says they feel wonderful!" I took from my pocket the pair of clamps I had been hiding. They were a different design from the ones Haruka was currently wearing, the sharp teeth of the metal clips driven deep into her erect nipples by steel springs. These clamps each consisted of two miniature steel bars with a little curved space between them in which the nipple could nestle as the bars were gently and lovingly screwed together at each end. At last the increasing agony reached the point at which the girl could endure no longer and the appropriate degree of excruciating compression was precisely reached [13]. I handed them to Fumie and the two girls cooed over the cruel beauty of the design. "If you like them, they are yours," I said. "I'm sure he will be pleased to fit them for you ..." "Oh, please," she murmured to her fiance. "They will feel even more wonderful if you put them on for me." He examined the mechanism and tried one of the clamps out on his finger. Then he placed the steel mechanism over her erect left nipple and twisted the screws till the pressure of the tightening bars was sufficient to hold it in place. He looked enquiringly at her, and seeing that she made no protest fitted the other clamp to her right nipple. "Very pretty," he said, after swallowing a few times. "Oh, may I see?" begged Haruka. The effect was indeed very pretty. "But I can hardly feel them," said Fumie. "They need to be _much_ tighter." Of course she could have tightened them herself, but every girl knows how much more arousing it is, for her and her lover, when she implores him to torture her rather than doing it herself. They stood close together while he twisted the screws further, constricting her yearning nipples while she gasped at the mounting agony. "Oh, thank you, thank you ..." she whispered when at last she could bear no more for the moment. "Now, whipping!" said Haruka firmly. "Where shall we do it? Will you tie us up?" "I thought we might go outside," I said. "Every kind of sex feels better in the open air." "Ooh, yes! What fun!" "But you must behave. Both of you. We don't want the neighbours coming up to rescue you! No screaming. I suppose it would be best if I gagged you." "No, no! We promise we'll be good. Don't we, Fumie?" "All right. But remember: any sound from either of you and the whipping stops." A good test of endurance, I thought: to have it stop is the last thing they will want and it will be fun to see them choking back their usual joyful squeals and forcing themselves to maintain strict silence. I led the way onto my little balcony. There was not much room and I told the girls to stand side-by-side, Fumie on the left and Haruka on the right, gripping the rail with their hands, looking out over Akasaka and leaning forward with their bottoms temptingly offered to the whips. Of course binding a girl till she is helpless and then whipping her is beautiful and deeply satisfying. But there is something infinitely touching in the sight of a girl, especially a very young one like Haruka, freely offering herself to this ultimate pleasure without the slightest constraint. Shinsuke took up position behind Fumie and a little to her left. I handed him one of the knotted cats and he began to swish it over her bottom, building up to a steady rhythmic discipline. I let Haruka wait for a while: she would enjoy it all the more for being impatient. Then I stood to her right: there wasn't room for me to stand between the girls so I would have to use a back-handed stroke on her. I began by sending the lashes curling round her thighs, keeping her bottom for later. Then suddenly I shifted to her back and shoulders - teasing her, trying to take her by surprise and trick her into crying out. At last, after revisiting her thighs and the backs of her knees, I slashed the whip as hard as I could onto her pretty round bottom. I heard an "Aaah" of pure happiness escape her. I stopped at once, leant forward and pulled her head up towards me by her hair. "Naughty!" I said. "I told you: no sound. And you promised. No more whipping for you." "Oh, no, please!" she begged. "You can't be so cruel! I won't do it again - honestly! It just felt so good, I couldn't help it ... please go on whipping me!" And then, with an alluring touch of coquetry, "It's so lovely when _you_ do it!" I can never resist an appeal like that, especially not from a sweet young girl like Haruka. "All right. You deserve to be punished anyway. But don't do it again." She murmured her thanks as I released her, gripped the rail harder and pushed up her delectable bottom more firmly, straining towards the happiness she longed for. I suppose I gave her about twenty strokes, really hard ones, picking up Shinsuke's rhythm. Then I decided it was time for a change. I had brought the braided leather whip from the living-room, thick at the handle end but tapering to a long flexible plaited thong ending in a pretty little bow of ribbon. The whip was crimson and elegantly matched the colour of the lines it would create on a girl's bottom as the blood rushed to the surface to welcome its kisses. I handed it to Shinsuke, taking away his simple cat. "You first," I said. "You see, it's long enough to embrace them both together ..." He saw what I meant at once and, after a few experimental slashes through the air, sent the long braided whip sizzling round the two delicious bottoms offered to him. The girls were very good and brave: I could hear two sharp intakes of breath as this unexpected assault registered in the pleasure centres of their minds, then they braced themselves against the balcony rail waiting for more. I let him give the girls ten profound expressions of the whip's love before suggesting that it was time for a pause. Fumie and Haruka whimpered lightly at this neglect. The ten crimson lines written across the four smooth buttocks were already blending into a hot blush of deep pink. Then it was my turn. With the back-handed technique I was obliged to use I could apply the whip only lightly, but I made up for that by aiming at the pretty fold between the curve of the buttock and the top of the thigh, which experienced sadists - and masochists! - know is deliciously sensitive. I allowed the whip just six precisely placed caresses. Then I took Haruka in my arms, freed her fingers from the rail and supported her into the living-room. Fumie's fiance was, I suppose, doing the same for her. Haruka could hardly stand, but twisted round in my arms, kissed me passionately and thanked me incoherently for the happiness I had given her. When at last the two girls were somewhat recovered, they held each other as they climbed the stairs, while we men stood and marvelled at the beauty we had created across their slowly retreating bottoms. Soon they returned, chattering happily, their faces cleaned and make-up repaired, Haruka carrying a bottle of body-lotion. They settled down on the carpet at our feet to share the lotion, wriggling and squealing as they began to soothe each other's inflamed bottoms. A prettier sight would be hard to imagine. "Haruka-san," said Fumie, "my breasts seem to have gone numb ... my nipples, I mean - I can't feel the clamps anymore." "Oh, that happens," explained Haruka confidently from the depth of her experience. "You need to release them from time to time - allow the blood to return. Let me show you." She unscrewed the little steel bars from Fumie's breasts and massaged the nipples, rubbing lotion into her breasts. "Ooh, yes - they're tingling now ... lovely!" said Fumie. "Now you can wear them again. Let me!" Fumie arched her back and let out pretty "Ooh" and "Aah" and "Tighter please!" murmurs as Haruka wound up the little bars, imprisoning Fumie's nipples as tightly as she could. "Thank you, Haruka-san! You're so good to me!" Then the girls were in each other's arms again, wriggling on the carpet and kissing fervently. Did I just say there could be a prettier sight than the pair of them stroking and soothing each other's blush-pink bottoms? I was wrong. At last Fumie took the initiative in freeing herself from Haruka's slippery embrace. She looked up at her fiance, kneeling correctly to avoid the pressure of the carpet on her tender bottom, and indicated the plaited whip which I had dropped casually on the low table. "Won't you please," she said tentatively and formally, "if it is not too much trouble, whip me again before we leave ... just a little?" "Oh but Fumie," he said, with perhaps a hint of reluctance, "we have stayed far too long ... surely we should ..." "Not at all," I interrupted heartily. "But I have another idea. Haruka, why don't you whip Fumie? And then she can whip you. Wouldn't that be fun?" Haruka leapt up, her eyes sparkling, grabbed the whip and passed another to her new friend. "Oh yes!" she said, "that would be lovely! Turn round Fumie and let me ... but don't forget to whip me too - as hard as you can!" They were clumsy at first, twisting and turning as they danced round the room, each trying to bring their lashes to bear on the other. But after a while they worked out a pretty routine, each taking it in turn to offer her bottom to the other and then spinning round to repay the gift. At last they collapsed onto the floor again, giggling helplessly and caressing each other. "I think," said the young man carefully, tearing his eyes away at last from the delightful naked femininity squirming and squealing at our feet, "we should go. You have been so kind. I owe you a lot. We both do." "Nothing at all. It has been a pleasure to help and advise you." "Fumie-san ..." he called, asserting his authority. She freed herself from Haruka's embrace and sat up. "But before we go," he continued, "I have one question. You have a lot of, er, equipment here. Where can I ... we ... buy things like that?" "Well, there are any number of shops and websites that supply them," I said, standing up and crossing to the set of drawers against the wall. "You know, toys for lovers. But there is one place ..." I hunted in a drawer and found a card from Restraint in Shinjuku. "The girl who runs the section that sells the things you want is a friend of mine. Her name's Fujiko. Tell her I sent you and she'll look after you. I'll just ..." I found a pen and prepared to write on the card, hesitating over the correct characters. Haruka, impatient at my _gaijin_ clumsiness, took the card and pen from me and wrote "To introduce ..." in her splashy schoolgirl hand. She handed the pen to me and I signed "Bob" in _katakana_. "There's a little map on the back," I said, giving Shinsuke the card. "It's near the West Exit to the station, but you know how difficult Shinjuku is. Please understand that this is just a shop I know and use. I don't get a commission or anything like that." "Of course," he said. "I understand." It was true so far as it went. But Fujiko would thank me very specially for sending new customers her way. With any luck she would have new clever items of bondage and torture equipment in stock which we could try out together. "Well then ..." said Fumie, standing up. "Now, I had some clothes when I came!" She walked over to the chair where she had left them and slipped on her crisp white blouse. I noticed that she did not remove her nipple-clamps. Well, I had said they were hers to keep, and it is always a pleasure to see a girl become addicted to such pretty toys. It was no accident that I had chosen specially for her clamps of a type which fitted flat against the breasts making it possible for a girl to wear them discreetly under her clothes. Then she stepped into her pale green miniskirt without putting on her panties first. Perhaps she didn't fancy the feel of them clinging to her still sensitive bottom, I thought; or maybe the idea of being naked under her wide short skirt excited her. She walked elegantly on her high-heels to join her fiance and handed him the unwanted panties, which he folded and put in his pocket without comment. Then she took his arm and they prepared to leave. He had lost his house-slippers but I told him not to bother about finding them. Together the loving couple walked to the door of the apartment, Haruka tripping happily after them. Shinsuke stepped into his shoes, and we all bowed formally to each other and murmured the usual polite formulae, Haruka's nudity contrasting piquantly with Fumie's neat blouse and skirt. The door closed behind them. FOOTNOTES [12] If there is a difference. The more I look at great works of art and make love to sweet Japanese girls, the harder it is to separate the erotic response from the aesthetic. After all, the curves of a girl's body form the most beautiful line in nature, and I wonder if it isn't the basis of all visual arts even when the subject is not the female nude. When I bring an enthusiastic girl to orgasm, her body stretched in ecstasy and her lovely face declaring the spiritual revelation she is experiencing, she is as beautiful a creation as any work I have seen in a gallery. - B W [13] Pretty, don't you think? I'd love to meet the man - or girl - who designed them. They look charming on a girl showing off her breasts at a party. They are also fun to use on a bound girl who cannot prevent you from slowly increasing the pressure as she screams deliciously in agony and begs for mercy. - B W [Next in Part 07: Chapter VII: Technology] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk