Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 9 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 09 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER IX Presents Sometimes, for example when I was feeling in a generous mood following a worthwhile payment from one of my editors, we would go on a shopping trip. In our early days together Haruka had, like many young Japanese girls, longed for fashionable clothes and accessories from the stores and boutiques where young people gathered. But as her sexuality, and I could say her professionalism, developed she saw less sense in spending money on such things and took an interest instead in the sort of provocative dresses and shoes she had seen worn by the experienced prostitutes and entertainers who had become her role-models. And I noted with interest, and amusement, that "accessories" now meant not newly fashionable handbags and electronic gadgets but up-to-the-minute developments in the technology of decorating and stimulating her body. She had acquired quite a collection of nipple-clamps and vibrators of different styles and - knowing how much I loved to see her wearing them and masturbating with them - had no difficulty in wheedling new presents out of me. We had enjoyed a late breakfast together as usual, while Haruka described with delighted giggles some of the less usual things that her admirers had done to her the previous evening. Then it was time for her regular training session. It was such a pleasant day - warm and sunny but with a welcome break in the humidity which is such a trial in the Tokyo summer - that Haruka begged to be given her whipping on the balcony of my apartment rather than in the windowless sound-proofed torture-chamber. I was reluctant to agree but at last did so on condition that she agreed to be gagged: I did not want to take the risk that her delighted squeals would attract the attention of my neighbours. So, ball-gag firmly buckled in place and gripping the balcony rail with her hands as she gazed out over Akasaka, Haruka happily gave her nakedness to the kiss of her current favourite, a cat with multiple strands of thin knotted whipcord. When the session was over she looked so pretty wearing her gag that I wanted her to keep it in, but of course she was bubbling over with things she wanted to tell me about how nice the whipping had been, and the fantasies she had spun in her sexy imagination as the clever lashes stung and prickled her sensitive bottom and thighs. "Ooh, I pretended I was out in the street ... nude except for my heels and clamps ... and you were whipping me so beautifully, and I was screaming and begging for more. And then other men came and joined us, and they were carrying whips too, and they all joined in. It was _lovely_!" "I'm sure it was," I said lazily from my armchair. "For all of us. Were you tied to something or free?" "I was free, just like I was just now on the terrace. I was walking along - dancing along - holding my arms above my head so that the whips could touch me everywhere, and the men were in a sort of circle round me and keeping up with me ... ooh, do you think we could do that?" "Well," I said cautiously, "it might make a good scene in a video." Haruka jumped onto my lap and wriggled into position so that her crotch could rub against mine. "Please spank me while I kiss you," she said indistinctly. We did that for a while. "What shall we do now?" she asked at last. "I thought we might go out," I said. "I owe you a present: I was paid well for that article you helped me write. You remember, about the way you came off stage into the audience at your strip-club and some of them took you into a private room and gave you your first experience of candlewax torture." "Ooh, that was such fun!" She looked dreamy for a moment, then pouted and said, "Why had _you_ never done that to me?" "Well, I was leading up to it ..." I replied vaguely. "But now that I know you like it ..." "Oh, I do - I do!" she declared, kissed me and then returned to reality. "Where shall we go? Omotesando? Shinjuku?" "I'd like to take you to Asakusa," I said firmly. "We could see what the dress-shops and shoe-shops are selling these days, and then have lunch somewhere." "Lovely!" "Go and put some clothes on, then." "Must I?" she asked teasingly. "Yes. But not too much. It's a lovely warm day and the other girls will be looking their best. Especially the sort of girls who do their shopping in Asakusa. You don't want me to pay more attention to them than to you, do you?" She stuck her tongue out at me, then ran up the stairs. For our shopping expedition she chose a wide pink miniskirt with a frilly hem and a crisp white sleeveless blouse. With matching white heels she looked a dream of innocent prettiness, but I knew she had chosen the simple wide skirt rather than a tight sexy one because it would float free from her bare tingling bottom as she walked and let the fresh air flirt with her simmering pussy while it cooled the stinging torment left by my whip. A quick feel confirmed that under her top she was wearing no bra, only her beloved clamps. Her current favourites were the type Fumie had worn with two little steel bars screwed tight onto her nipples: the toothed clips with little bells hanging from them were now used for dressing-up rather than everyday wear. Of course the wide skirt was no protection against the pressure of the seats in the subway trains on the journey to Asakusa, but she made no complaint: in fact I noticed that after we had changed trains she sat with her skirt discreetly raised so that she could enjoy the intimate contact with the rough velvet material of the upholstery. "What are we going to buy?" she asked eagerly once she had finished relishing the sensation and the admiring glances of the other girls in the carriage. "Well, I thought we might start by _looking at_ some new dresses," I said with careful emphasis. "And _if_ we find something suitable then we could _consider_ some shoes to go with it." "Ooh, nice! A sexy dress?" "Of course. Something suitable for parties." "And then?" "Well ..." I said, not really wanting to be drawn, but then giving way as usual. The memory of the morning's delightful whipping session on the balcony was still tickling my lust agreeably, and I decided she deserved a reward. "It's your birthday before long, isn't it?" "Yes! In October. I'll be seventeen!" "I'm thinking of a present for you. A piece of jewellery. I think I know where to get it." "Ooh! Tell! Tell!" "No, you'll have to wait. But I think you'll like it." She grabbed my arm and kissed me. The other girls who had been discreetly keeping us under observation with sideways glances from their beautiful dark-brown eyes blushed at this vulgar but somehow attractive public display by a _gaijin_ and his girl, and briefly looked away. Then we arrived at Asakusa. It was only a few minutes' walk to the broad avenue leading to the Kannon Temple, lined with shops where the professional girls - and girls who might not be full-time professionals but knew how to dress so as to hold on to their lovers - bought their clothes and shoes. Do I need to say that "looking at" the latest sexy dresses on display led to buying one? Haruka quickly fell in love with a skin-tight minidress in a shiny blue material which, she insisted, would be "just right" for the private parties to which we were sometimes invited. Any objections I might have had to spending money too freely faded when I saw how delectable she looked wearing it. So I bought it and she insisted on walking out of the shop wearing it. Then of course she had to have shoes to go with it, which led to a happy half-hour in the big shoe-shop a short distance further down the avenue, with Haruka pirouetting in front of the mirrors in choice after choice. But at last she decided on a pair of pretty silver sandals with 5-centimetre platform soles and the highest and narrowest heels she could manage. On any other girl they might have looked tarty and flashy - at least for outdoor daytime wear, however appropriate at an evening party; but on Haruka the hint of a little girl just discovering her sexuality and trying out her elder sister's clothes was irresistibly charming. In reality of course the clubs where she worked and performed had given her ample experience in wearing such impracticable footwear with elegance, and she danced down the street clinging to my arm. The tight skirt of her new dress only just covered her bottom and tended to ride up as she skipped along, so perhaps it was a good thing that the kindly woman in the dress-shop, noticing her lack of underwear, had made her a present of a matching g-string panty in glittering blue material to wear with it. Or perhaps on second thoughts it was a pity rather than a good thing. "Where are we going next?" Haruka asked eagerly. "A special shop. Where they sell special things to please special girls. If I can find it. I haven't been there for ages." "For my present? The present you promised me?" "Yes. Now be quiet a moment and let me think." After a few false starts I recognised the side-street I was hunting for. And - yes - the shop was still there. I opened the old-fashioned sliding door and we were greeted as we stepped inside by a warm "Welcome!" from an elderly lady in a plain kimono. The display cabinets containing items of body jewellery and other exotic tools of sophisticated sexual stimulation were just as I remembered them. "It has been a long time!" exclaimed the proprietress as she looked at me. "You remember me? I am surprised!" I replied politely. "Of course! I always remember my customers. Especially those with such good taste." "Thank you. You are very kind ..." She looked at Haruka with a thoughtful smile, leaving it unclear whether she had been referring to my taste in girls or in the equipment she sold. Both, perhaps. [16] "I hope you have been well and that the business has prospered," I added politely. "Thank you, yes. I cannot complain. There are still gentlemen like yourself who take pleasure in seeing their companions looking their best with pretty enhancements. And of course young ladies visit me when they have learned to enjoy the special enrichment of their senses that I have to offer ..." "I am glad." "So what can I do for you today? I remember you were always generous in buying nipple-clamps for your young ladies. I have some rather special ones imported from China. The sensation they convey is remarkable ..." Haruka's eyes lit up with excitement. "I can see the young lady appreciates such things. The _sensei_ is a good teacher ..." I waved aside the compliment. "I had in mind something rather special. A piece of jewellery - a birthday present. She will soon be old enough to be invited to parties, and will need to look her best." "Of course. Can you describe what you have in mind?" "I have a picture here. Not exactly right but it is a starting point." I pulled a paper from my inside pocket and spread it out on the counter. "As you see, it is a kind of necklace or collar combined with little nipple-clamps. Of course she would have to wear a rather revealing dress to make the most of it, but I think she could carry it off ..." "Indeed she could. Charming." She examined the design carefully. "I think I would like something a little more elaborate," I went on. "More chains, and broader ones _here_ ..." I indicated the chains looping from the throat to the nipples "... and more substantial clamps. Perhaps the little steel sheaths that slide over the nipple and can be tightened so that they grip it as much as required. I think you know the style I mean ..." "Of course. It is a favourite with my more sophisticated customers." Haruka was gazing fascinated at the design, too thrilled by its implications to say anything. The old lady looked at her with a kindly smile. "The effect would be delightful," she said. "It would stimulate the other guests and the young lady herself. But I would have to have it made specially. Although I do have something a little like it, even though not quite so elegant. Excuse me just one moment ..." Haruka was wriggling with excitement. "Will you really buy me that? It's lovely ..." "And you will look lovely wearing it. No man will be able to resist you!" The old lady returned, bearing a glittering piece of steel body jewellery which she spread out on a piece of black velvet. "It was ordered specially by one of my regular customers but it has not yet been collected. I could easily have another made if it pleases you. Would you like to try it on, dear?" Haruka made it plain she would like nothing more. She quickly untied the strings behind her neck and let the front of her dress fall, revealing the little clamps from which she was seldom parted, gripping her naked breasts with their pairs of steel bars. "Very nice, dear, very nice," said the old lady with a friendly smile. "It's so good to meet a young lady who understands these things ... they make all the difference, don't they?" She gently unscrewed Haruka's clamps, gave them a quick polish before placing them carefully on the counter, and fitted the steel collar round her neck. Then she attached the pincers to Haruka's nipples. "There's a mirror over there, dear." Haruka was already examining herself delightedly. "There is of course a ring in the collar so you can have the fun of being taken around on a lead. Let me find you one." "Which type do you prefer?" I asked Haruka while the old lady was opening and closing drawers. "This one is lovely!" she said in a breathy whisper. "So ... you know ... helpless - a slave! But of course your design is lovely too!" she added quickly. The old lady came up with a long silver chain, a dog-lead clip at one end and a leather loop at the other. She deftly attached it to Haruka's collar and passed the handle to me. I practiced leading Haruka around the limited space of the shop. "May I ..." said Haruka. Without waiting for a reply she slid her dress down her hips and stepped out of it. She looked enchanting in just her glittering blue g-string and tall silver shoes. I led her to and fro a little more. The old lady watched in silence. "They're both delightful," I said at last, "but they are really for different kinds of parties. The other design is more for a sophisticated dinner-party, don't you think, with sex to follow?" I looked from Haruka in her steel decorations to the picture in my hand. "Why don't you think about both designs for a while and let me know when you have come to a decision?" "Yes. Let's do that," I said. "Her birthday is in October, so I'll be able to give you plenty of notice." I knew only too well, of course, that I would almost certainly be brought by a determined and persuasive Haruka to buy her both. "Right, Haruka," I said. "We must go. Put your dress on. I'd love to lead you down the street the way you are now but I mustn't." Haruka looked as if she was about to argue just for the fun of it but I picked up her dress and handed it to her. The old lady released her from the collar and clamps and I fitted the steel bars to her breasts again, lovingly twisting them to the highest pressure. Then Haruka tied the strings of her dress behind her neck, loosely enough to allow passers-by to steal glimpses of her decorated breasts, and with suitable courtesies we left the shop. Haruka was silent for a moment or two, clearly deciding how to open her campaign. "When can I go to parties dressed like that?" she asked. "Soon." "Before the time of my birthday?" "I don't see why not." I realised at once that I had walked right into her trap. "But the necklace thing you promised me is for my birthday, you said. So I'll need something else to wear at parties before then. Don't you think I should have the collar to wear now, and the necklace for when I'm seventeen?" "That wasn't what I had in mind." "Didn't you like the way I looked in the collar?" she asked, unfairly starting a new line of attack. "Yes," I said briefly. "Well, then ..." "Oh, all right," I said, giving way to the inevitable. "Ooh, you are so good to me! Let's go home so I can thank you _very_ specially!" "What about lunch?" "Surely you want to fuck me and whip me ... and other things ... more than you want lunch?" I had lost again. Anyway, I was keen to know what "other things" she had in mind. "When you said 'other things', what did you ..." She looked up at me with an innocent smile as she skipped along beside me in her platform shoes. "Oh, you remember I told you about how the gentlemen tortured me with candlewax last night?" "Uh-huh." "And you said you had been planning to introduce me to that kind of sex?" "Mm'mm." "Well, that's what I want you to do to me this afternoon ... after all, they might want to do it to me again this evening and I need to practice." "All you have to do is lie there nude, and wriggle and squeal while they do the work." "That's what I want to practice this afternoon." "We don't have any candles," I said. "But come to think of it, we're in the right place ..." The big red candles used for subjecting girls to wax torture are intended for decorating Buddhist altars - and the place to buy them is of course the area around a big Buddhist temple. Which was precisely where we were. I turned round, Haruka excitedly following me, and we walked briskly back towards the Kannon Temple. On the left as the avenue broadened out into the plaza before the main steps there was a traditional shop selling candles, incense and altar decorations. The monk in charge giggled vacuously as I explained what I wanted. Did he know what his candles were mostly used for in these days of limitless sexual experimentation by Japanese girls? Or did he just accept the expansion of his shop's business as one of those things that happened as a gift from the Lord Buddha and which it was not the purpose of a mere mortal to try to understand? I ordered a dozen candles and received them neatly wrapped in a brown-paper parcel and placed in a plastic carrier bag. "Now lunch," I said firmly. "But you said ..." "If I'm to work this afternoon I need to be properly fed." It was a very small victory but it made me feel my masculinity had been restored. FOOTNOTES [16] My previous visit to this interesting establishment, a rare survival of old Japan but in what is after all still a traditional part of Tokyo, had been in the company of a delightful girl called Natsuko whose sophisticated masochistic tastes had been even more finely developed than Haruka's. See the story "Ropes and Whips" in the fourth Megumi book, _Unfinished Affairs_. - B W [Next in Part 10: Chapter X: Playing Games] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk