Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 15 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, bd, tort, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 15 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER XV Interlude The connection with Synthesis added a further dimension to Haruka's life. She still performed shifts at the members-only clubs where she was a popular attraction, but insisted that the manager arrange to lend her whenever she could be spared to the big public theatre. I do not doubt that he benefited substantially from whatever deal he struck with the Synthesis management, whether financially or by being owed favours in return. I did not enquire. Nor did it bother Haruka that her youth and beauty were being exploited in this way. She was unpaid but was benefiting from increased experience - and of course enjoying herself hugely. Otherwise our days followed the same pattern as they had always done. Haruka got up late, and once breakfast was over ran joyfully upstairs to my torture-chamber for the first whipping session of the day. As her fresh sexuality continued to ripen, fed by both her new experiences and by my own extensive video collection, it was she rather than I who suggested new ways of binding and torturing her. Our relationship was never in danger of falling into sexual routine. "I've been thinking," she said over breakfast one day soon after her meeting with the wealthy man who had taken her home after her first performance at Synthesis. "Yes?" I said warily. "I'd like you to tie me up and whip me the way my lover did the other night. That was _so_ nice. You know, arms and legs spread out and suspended from my shoulders." So I fitted a spreader to her ankles and bound her outspread arms with leather straps to a long horizontal bar, forcing her into a star shape. Chains from under her shoulders were then joined and passed over a ceiling hook. "Nipple-clamps," she ordered as she hung suspended there, her heels just skimming the floor. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I won't be able to whip your breasts. Not without the risk of the clamps being torn off and damaging you." "Doesn't matter, so long as they are tight enough. With weights, please." So I attached a new pair of clips with sharp steel teeth and specially strong springs - the result of a recent visit to my friend Fujiko at Restraint - and as she gasped and insincerely begged for mercy added pretty chains from each of which was suspended a heavy steel ball decorated with spikes, tickling and prickling her tummy as they rolled to and fro. [24] "What are you going to whip me with?" she asked eagerly. "Well, you said you liked heavy braided whips," I said, and then, remembering her account of her earlier encounter, added "this is a brand new one - it needs breaking in." I held out my new toy for her to see clearly. It was an advance on the single braided leather whip which she had enjoyed the other evening: from the thick handle sprouted nine individual braided lashes each nearly two metres long and tapering to a little bow of ribbon. I ran it through my fingers, separating the lashes and demonstrating the whip's flexibility, as she watched greedily. It too had come from Restraint. It was not strictly true that it was new and unbroken: it had been when Fujiko had daintily produced it from its box on the shelves over which she presided and suggested a trade price, but of course I had surrendered to her urgent request that I try it out on her during our date after she had finished work. Her ladylike cries of appreciation at my efforts had been most gratifying and I hoped it would have a similar, but rather stronger, effect on Haruka. "He's _lovely_," she said, "but are you sure he won't mark me too much?" "You're not on duty till nine tonight, are you? The marks should have faded by then however hard I whip you." "Well, I do have a lunchtime date," she said with a pretty affectation of embarrassment. "But I think I'd like him to see them ... the marks I mean ... they should give him ideas." "I'll make sure you're looking very appetising," I said. I was not yet finished with my preparations. I pulled a black leather face-mask from a drawer and placed it over her head. It included a little nose-hook and a ball-gag, both of which I fitted firmly by tightening the straps. There was a ring at the front of the gag from which I suspended another spiked steel weight swinging on the end of a chain. It made her hang her head but I wanted her to look up proudly, so I attached the ring at the top of the helmet to the hook in the ceiling. "Are you ready, darling?" Of course she could not answer from behind her gag, but of course she did not need to: she was always ready. I began, as usual, by teasing her, letting the long lashes tickle her back lightly while she murmured in frustration from behind her ball-gag. But then without warning I raised the whip and brought it down hard on her bottom, first with just the tips of the braided lashes and then with the thicker parts nearer the handle so that they could wrap themselves twice round her hips in their fiery embrace. The frustrated groans gave way to strangled cries of agony. Again. And again. The whip's kisses were now beginning to leave elegant dark-red trails on her light-gold skin. Down a little, letting the lashes wrap themselves round her legs, first together in a single embrace, then with quick flicks round each thigh in turn aiming ecstatic kisses from various angles at the glistening cleft between them. Then up again, round her waist and tummy, though careful not to let the lashes in their eagerness tear at the sharp clamps biting into her breasts. After twenty or so strokes it was time for a short pause. I hung the whip by its loop from my left wrist and let the lashes fall gracefully to the floor. I unbuckled the gag and let it hang loosely while I gently wiped her face. "Enjoying it, darling?" "Oh, yes! _Yes_! Please don't stop!" "Of course I won't." For a while I played with the steel balls dangling from her tortured breasts, making their spikes prickle and tickle her unwhipped tummy, then adjusted the clamps so that their sharp teeth bit even more firmly into her nipples. Next I shortened the chains hanging her from the ceiling until her feet were off the ground and she was suspended entirely from her shoulders. I left her ungagged - I longed to hear the music of her unconstrained screams - and gripped the whip's handle in my right hand. No more teasing now! Taking up position in front of her, relishing the look of fear and longing in her eyes, I brought the lashes down firmly on her lower stomach. At first she swung away from me in her chains, then as the whip embraced her and then released her it pulled her back towards me. Again. And again. She was screaming continuously now, not welcoming each stroke individually but responding to the continuum of sensation, the music's volume and pitch rising and falling. Without breaking the rhythm I moved behind her again and decorated her curved bottom with long streaks of dark red from the braided lashes. As often at this stage of a whipping I felt as if I was not taking part myself but just there to bring two lovers together, she and the whip yearning for each other and consummating their mutual lust. She swung to and fro, the whip pulling her back into its fiery embrace and she joyfully surrendering to it. Time for another pause and a change of pace. I let her hang there by her chains for a few moments, tearfully begging me - begging the whip - to resume loving and delighting her. Without consulting her I put it down on the instrument table and instead picked up a gentler replacement, the one with many thin strands of whipcord decorated with hard knots along their length. It had always been one of Haruka's favourites and I knew her flesh, highly sensitised now by the vigorous embrace of the braided leather lashes, would relish the myriad tiny points of pain bursting over it like showers of golden stars. I lengthened the overhead chains again so that her feet touched the ground, and then began. With pretty "oohs!" and "aahs!" of delight she swayed in her firm stance, offering her bottom to the whip's light kisses. I worked round her, letting it pleasure her from all angles, flickering over her hips, her tummy, her legs and, trusting that it was too gentle to interfere with the grip of her nipple-clamps, at last giving her breasts their share of happiness. This morning whipping session had gone on for longer than I normally allowed so I slowly brought it to an end, finishing with a couple of affectionate spanks with a broad paddle on her bright pink bottom. Then it was time to release her: I removed first the ankle cuffs, then - despite her protests - the nipple-clamps, and the gag with its hanging _uni_ spiked ball. Finally I unbound her arms from the horizontal bar and the chains which had suspended her from the ceiling. The chain connecting the top of her helmet to the ceiling came away at the same time but it amused me to leave her in the helmet itself with its cute nose-hook. I took her in my arms, wiped her face tenderly as well as I could through the helmet's mask, and kissed her. "Oh, you were so good to me!" she murmured, "so, _so_ good! But you haven't finished, have you? Be good to me more ... take me in all my holes! I need it _so_ badly!" "So do I, darling ... so do I." "Of course! You've been working hard ... and I've just been enjoying myself." She raised her hands to her head and felt the helmet, now the only thing she was wearing apart from her heels. "Shall I keep this on?" "Would you like to? You look very pretty and helpless like that." "If it pleases you." "It does - but I think I have an even better idea." I helped her remove the helmet, then hunted in a drawer and found a metal and leather muzzle, wiped it carefully and inserted into her mouth. Like the ball-gag and nose-hook she had worn earlier it was fitted with straps: broad ones which buckled behind like a collar and narrow ones decorated with metal studs and spikes which passed either side of her nose and over the top of her head. The round plug dangled from a little chain. "It suits you," I said, tightening the straps. "You look even prettier and even more helpless." I turned her so she could see herself in the mirror. She wriggled delightfully in my arms and tried to agree with me; then picked up the plug, examined it and said something which might have been "What does this do?" So of course I demonstrated how it fitted tightly into the metal hole over her mouth, with the pretty implication that her mouth was available only when it suited her owner to use it. Then I picked her up and carried her into the corridor. The door to the torture-chamber clicked shut behind us. She put one arm across my back and her other hand on my shoulder, looking up at me with her eyes shining in anticipation. Of course she could say nothing but she kicked with her legs - the little flirt! - as she had seen girls do in the porn videos she enjoyed watching so much. I shouldered the door into the bedroom open and placed her carefully on the bed. She quivered and twitched prettily as her inflamed and sensitised bottom touched the rough sheet, still rumpled from the night. I left her to enjoy the stimulation as I stood up again and removed my trousers. Naked and achingly erect I returned to the bed and unscrewed the metal plug from the frame which covered Haruka's mouth and held it in the perfect position for penetration. Without a moment's hesitation she scrambled up into a kneeling position. She waved her hands in the air and then put them behind her back, making sounds from within her muzzle which I interpreted as meaning "Please bind me!" "Good idea!" I said, and quickly added a simple pair of handcuffs. She was prepared now to receive me. I carefully inserted my erection into the sheath waiting for it, and she began to suck. It is a strange sensation, being sucked by a girl who is handcuffed and forced to wear a muzzle: she cannot use her lips or fingers, of course, and must try to make you come using only her tongue and throat. It takes longer and for that reason alone is more fun for both of you. However on this occasion I did not plan to come in her mouth, just to use it for lubrication and a foretaste of stronger pleasures to come. So after a few minutes of her expert stimulation I withdrew, sealed her mouth with the plug again and turned her onto her hands and knees so that her lower love-holes were enticingly displayed between buttocks and thighs still glowing pink and marked with trails of dark red. She knew what to expect and eagerly took up position. I began with a deep plunge into her cunt, the nectar dripping from it and the saliva drenching my cock making the penetration gloriously complete. I could hear strangled gasps from her muzzle as I slammed against her sensitive bottom. For a while I remained there, grinding against her with my hips as my cock luxuriated in the channel prepared for it. But there was better yet to come, and after a dozen or so slow thrusts I withdrew completely. Without having to be told Haruka reached back with her manacled hands and managed to pull her buttocks gently apart, preparing her arse-hole for my entry. I took it slowly, relishing the loving struggle between my cock-head and the tight muscular ring of her anus. She had been buggered often enough by now to have learned how to relax and allow easy access to her anal love-hole, but she also knew what a pleasure it was to a man to feel that he could penetrate its secrets only by loving force after a preliminary skirmish. She was just playing at making it difficult for me to enter her, but what a lovely game it was - for both of us! I was inside now, and began the slow invasion, my strong erection opening her tight sheath millimetre by millimetre. There was no hurry. It was all mine - mine to conquer and enjoy for as long as I wished. Except of course that its exquisitely tight caress, and Haruka's own delicate pulsation and expert dragging of me ever deeper into her secret passage, was sending urgent amorous messages to my balls: "Come! Send your hot sperm into me! Show me how you love me!" She was in control even though she pretended not to be, sucking my virility from my balls, pulling it relentlessly along my cock, forcing it to spray up, up as far as she desired, into her very centre. I surrendered happily to her power over me, feeling the spurts of cum squeezing along my tightly gripped erection, shooting joyously into her greedy passage. We clung together, relishing the perfect union which only satisfied lust can give and making it last as long as we could. Then I felt myself shrinking and slipping out of her grip. The transcendent feeling was ending at last. But we knew we could revisit it whenever we wanted to. Haruka turned onto her back, held out her wrists for me to release, struggled with the straps of her muzzle, and was free. "Oh, you were so good to me! And it was such fun wearing that mask! I love being fucked when I'm tied up. Promise to do lovely things like that to me again?" "Try and stop me." She giggled happily. "It's nice being helpless and at your mercy." "When you know perfectly well I'm the one who's helpless. I just need to look at you wearing fetish gear and I can't help doing whatever you want." "Oh, isn't sex wonderful?" She stretched out luxuriously, then took my left wrist and looked at my watch. "Is that the time? I'm going to be late!" "Won't he wait for you, whoever he is?" "Oh, I expect so. And if he doesn't, there'll be someone else." "Never have any trouble getting picked up, do you?" I said, reaching out to slap her bottom as she stood up. "Of _course_ I don't!" she replied with a toss of her head, and strode off to the bathroom. I was already in the living-room when she came down, fresh and sweet as ever, her long hair in a simple pony-tail, carrying a bag in one hand and a dress over her arm. To my surprise she was wearing a sort of thong - she normally preferred the thrill of going _nopan_ or panty-free when on dates. I examined it as she stood before me, flirting coquettishly. It consisted of a narrow band round her waist supporting a cord snugly between her legs, on which were threaded a number of round beads placed so as to press teasingly against her clitoris, cunt and arsehole. "Very pretty," I said. "Where did you get it?" "Oh, one of my lovers," she replied casually, "you know, someone who took me home after my shift at the strip-club. He said it looked nice on me. It feels nice too." "I'm sure it does." "Help me with this." She stepped into the short blue halter-neck dress she had been carrying and I carefully slid the fastener up her bare back while she tied the loose bow behind her neck. She was already wearing her heels so she was set. "See you later." "Have fun," I replied with a farewell pat on her bottom through the tight blue miniskirt. The front door of the apartment closed behind her, leaving me to complete some writing assignments and tidy up my accounts. After that, I had an appointment of my own to keep. I returned during the afternoon to find Haruka sitting on the floor watching a porn video. To my surprise she was not nude but had some sort of shawl draped over her shoulders. "How was the date?" I asked. "Fine." "Good fucking?" "Oh, yes." The shawl, I now saw, was the sheet of soft electrically charged fibres which I kept with the fucking-machine in my torture-chamber. "Where did you get that?" I asked, surprised. "Well, I thought ... that is ..." "I've never given you the combination for the lock on the door, have I?" I said, not waiting for her to explain. "Er, no, but it wasn't difficult to find out. I just watched what you did when you took me there." "Indeed. That was naughty of you," I said, trying to sound severe. She looked up at me, startled. I was not really angry with her, but we had found early on in our relationship that pretending that she had been naughty and deserved to be punished added spice to our love-making. "I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed one or two things ... so long as I put them back ..." "One or two things, eh? And what else have you taken?" "Oh, just a whip ... a _nice_ whip," she went on as if that made everything all right. I said nothing and waited for her to explain. "My date today ... well, it was our first real date. We'd met once before, in a cafe, but this was going to be the first time we made love. And men can be so unimaginative." I went on saying nothing, waiting for her to continue. She did not normally tell me what happened on her secret lunchtime pick-up dates - not that she had any obligation to, of course - and I was interested. "I mean, men know we girls like being fucked. But they often don't understand that we love being whipped too. Remember our friend Fumie's fiance - husband now, I suppose? He had to be told. Well, my date today is not very experienced and I thought ... if I had a nice whip in my bag and showed it to him when we got to where we were going then he would know what to do." "And did he?" "Oh, _yes_ ..." she said with a happy smile. Her eyes slid back to the video screen. "Look what they're doing to her! Ooh, the lucky girl! Will you do that to me? Please?" The girl in the porn video was nude, wearing only ropes holding her arms to her sides and round her ankles. She was suspended upside down by her feet from an overhead hook, her hair just skimming the floor. Two men were taking it in turn to whip her as she swung rhythmically between them. "I'd have to invite a friend to join me if we're to do that," I said. "Of course! Why don't you invite several friends so you can all share me?" "What a lovely little whore you are!" I said. I bent forward and kissed her, then arranged the soft white shawl round her, smoothing it gently over her shoulders and breasts. Even from the reverse side I could feel through the cloth something of the endless electrical tingling which was delighting her. She thanked me quietly, though whether for the gesture or the compliment I did not know. For both, perhaps. FOOTNOTES [24] This pretty device is known as an _uni_ or sea-urchin. Once again an instrument originally designed for the punishment of criminals in feudal times has been cleverly reconfigured by the modern Japanese sex-industry into something which gives delight to happy couples pleasuring each other. - B W [Next in Part 16: Chapter XVI: Haruka's First Sex-Video] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk