Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 7 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 07 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER VII Technology "Ooh, I do like Fumie!" said Haruka as we returned to the living-room. "She's going to be my elder sister! We agreed." "I'm surprised you have anything in common," I said, teasing her. I knew very well what they had in common: the evidence was scattered casually uncoiled on the table before us. "She's going to be a respectable married woman, and you - you're going to be a very _un_respectable little whore!" "You do say the nicest things!" said Haruka, kissing me. "What shall we do now? Can I have another go with the fucking-machine?" The thought of Fumie walking through Shinjuku naked under her wide miniskirt, the pretty steel instruments sweetly torturing her breasts to or even beyond the limit of her endurance, had aroused me and given me an idea. "It's Saturday," I said. "Let's go out." "All right. Can I wear my nipple-clamps?" "Of course. Put on a blouse and skirt. And nice high-heels. And I have a new toy for you to try. You'll need to wear panties though." "Can't I be nude underneath, like Fumie was? Anyway, my bottom feels _soo_ sensitive!" "You'll need something to hold it in. The new toy. But you can wear I-pan [14] if you like so as to leave your bottom free." Haruka nodded and went upstairs obediently to dress. While she was out of the room I opened the closet, put the whips neatly away and took out a little box which had been lying neglected in a drawer for a while. It was surprising, I thought, that it had not occurred to me before to try out on Haruka the device it contained. She reappeared wearing a crisp white blouse and wide miniskirt very like those that Fumie had worn. She could not resist posing for a moment - the little exhibitionist! - on the last stair, then lifted her skirt to display the narrow white band coyly hiding her pussy and crotch. I handed her two of the items in the box. "Slip these in." They were vibrators, of course, one for each of her love-holes, but without wires. Haruka inserted them swiftly, then rearranged the band of her panties to hold them in place and dropped her skirt. "How do I switch them on?" "You don't. Wait." I turned away so she could not see what I was doing, then pressed both buttons on the radio-controlled remote for about five seconds. The effect was most gratifying. Haruka jumped as if a passer-by had stroked her bottom, and her hands flew to her crotch. "Aaah ... that's ... but that's fantastic! Give me the control!" "Oh, no," I said. "You don't have that. It's for me." "You mean ..." The implications began to sink in. "We're going out for a walk. After all, it's such a lovely day ... when I feel like it, and only when I feel like it, I will switch on your vibrators. Of course I won't tell you in advance. It's a game, a test of your self-control. If you don't give yourself away, you win. If I manage to take you by surprise, I win." Without letting her see what I was doing, I pressed the button for her anal vibrator, then changed to the one in her pussy, then turned them both on, then switched both off. She jumped and looked startled at first, then began to walk elegantly across the room, somehow concealing the stimulation shimmering through her. "Am I winning?" she asked with a giggle. "Yes. For now. But I'm not really trying to win just yet." "What a lovely toy! How long has it been around?" "Oh, quite a while. Lots of girls use them, when they're out with their lovers. Or even on their own: no wires to give them away, you see." "How nice!" "There's even a new variation coming on the market which responds to a signal from a mobile phone. [15] The girl wears it in her cunt or her anus, and when her lover is thinking of her he lets her know by speed-calling the number." "You mean, he could be anywhere ... anywhere in the world? And I would never know when to expect it? How wonderful! And of course ..." Haruka's fertile sexual imagination was working fast "... I could give the number to _all_ my lovers and I'd never know which one was calling me! Where can I get one of those?" "They're not quite on the market yet. The phone companies are still arguing about the details." "You'd think they would want the business." She shrugged and changed back to the immediate prospect of pleasure. "Let's go out now so you can test me." "Sure." I put on a light jacket so as to have somewhere to hide the remote, and we set off down the hill from my apartment block to Akasaka Mitsuke subway station. I made Haruka walk a little ahead of me so I could watch her reactions. I managed to surprise a few little squeals out of her, but she soon learnt to control herself. The only sign of the stimulation the vibrators were giving her was the radiant expression on her face, which attracted attention from the men she passed. If I had not been walking fairly close behind her she would have been picked up and whisked off to a love-hotel or down a side-street long before we reached the station. On the train I made sure we sat opposite each other on the bench seats. She was wriggling prettily, her sensitised bottom giving her no peace, and I let her settle down before suddenly giving her a prolonged burst in both love-holes. A little way further up the carriage a girl of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in the sort of teasing clothes young schoolgirls like to wear in the holidays - tight t-shirt and denim shorts cut to show the lower curve of her bottom - jumped and blushed deeply with embarrassment: clearly she too was wearing a radio-controlled vibrator which happened to use the same frequency as Haruka's. I avoided looking directly at her and maintained a straight face; although she kept staring anxiously round the carriage between spasms I was able to ensure that she never knew the signal was coming from me, and had the great pleasure of bringing her close to an involuntary orgasm by the time we reached our stop. My efforts to trick Haruka into giving herself away with little squeals of pleasure, or even driving her to helpless public orgasm, were a complete failure. As we walked along Omotesando and its fashionable shops with the crowds of young people, and shared a simple lunch in one of the cafes, the only clue to the sensual turmoil which I was sure was surging through her was the slightly detached and withdrawn expression on her face. Even though she was defeating me I was proud of her. Those nightly sessions of playful nudity and joyous fucking in her strip-clubs and hostess bars had developed her into a lovely, self-assured sensual being, delighting in her sexuality but fully in control of it. Of course she would happily entertain her admirers by driving herself to shattering orgasms as she stripped, masturbated and fucked on stage, but she could already choose for herself whether to display or internalise sexual stimulation. "I won!" she said as she stripped off her clothes on our return to my apartment, "... didn't I?" "You won." "What's my reward?" "What do you want?" "You know what I want. The fucking-machine." "Sure. I still have a lot to learn about how it works." "What you must do," she said, "is try each contact separately. I'll tell you exactly the level I like. Then you can set the whole thing up to my requirements." "Yes, I'd enjoy doing that." "You know that sheet or whatever it is I was lying on?" she went on. "Yes, it's woven from fibres which can be electrified." "I soon worked that out when I was lying on it. It's lovely. And I had an idea. Could I have a dress made of that material?" "And wear it in public, you mean? At parties?" "Mm'mm." "Well, I suppose you could," I said dubiously. "But it would have to be skin-tight if it was to have the proper effect on you." "Of course." "And you couldn't wear anything under it." "Well, obviously." "And then there's the problem of the electrical power. You don't want to spend the whole party plugged into the mains! There are batteries, of course, but you'd need quite heavy ones to be much use ... still, it's a lovely idea and it would be fun for you to wear a dress like that in public! I guess it would feel like wearing a vibrator except it would stimulate you all over at once." "That's right. I knew you would understand. All you have to do now is make it happen." "I'll ask my friend Fujiko at Restraint about it and see if she has any suggestions." "And don't forget to ask about the vibrator controlled by mobile phone. I want that the moment it's available!" "Sure." "I was thinking about that while we were out. You know mobile phones have a big choice of ring-tones and vibration patterns." "Of course. The users set the one they want and change it whenever they like." "Could I set the vibrator to do different things to me depending on the number the call is coming from?" "I've no idea. But I suppose it could be done." "Well, I was thinking ... if you could make the vibrator do that, and I gave its number to all my lovers, then I could try to guess who was calling me from what it feels like!" "That's a lovely idea." "Yes!" she said excitedly, "it would be a bit like that game I play sometimes - you know, sucking men when I'm blindfolded and having to guess who each one is just from his taste!" "Do you play that game? At your clubs?" "Of course! It's such fun! If I'm right, I get a reward, and if I'm wrong, I pay a forfeit." "What's the difference?" "Well, obviously, the reward is to choose what nice thing he does to me next, and the forfeit is to let him choose." "More or less the same thing for you, isn't it?" "Yes, I suppose it is, really," she said vaguely. "Now, my new master is waiting for me in your special room. I want him to torture me beautifully all night long. I _love_ him!" FOOTNOTES [14] "I-pan" is the Japanese girl's word for the sort of panty which consists only of a waistband and a narrow strip down the front more-or-less covering her crotch and then fitting into the crack of her arse before joining the waistband again at the back. While technically modest, it leaves the tops of the thighs and the bottom completely bare, and can easily be pushed to one side if it is in the way. - B W [15] I am rather proud of having come up with this idea myself years ago: see the story "Modern Technology" in my collection _Work in Progress_. - B W [Next in Part 08: Chapter VIII: Life with Haruka] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk