Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 18 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, MF, bd, tort, exhib, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 18 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER XVIII The Birthday Party At last the day of Haruka's birthday party arrived. I insisted on going myself to the shop in Asakusa to collect her present. It was pointless trying to persuade her to wait till the evening before trying it on, so I gave way easily and enjoyed decorating her with it as she stood before the mirror wearing only heels - not the high-heeled boots that would be part of her cat costume that evening but the sort of simple heels she normally wore around the apartment, knowing that they enhanced both her sexuality and my appreciation of it. I began by locking the glittering steel collar round her neck, letting the multiple chains dangle and sparkle; then at last, as her pleas became ever more insistent, slid the little metal sleeves gently over her erect nipples and screwed them tight. At once the looped chains took up the elegant draped arrangement over her breasts which the designer's skill had intended. She looked adorable and irresistible, and her happy squeals as she adjusted the clever little clamps blended delightfully with the tinkling of the multiple chains. "What would you like to do now?" I asked. "Have you any new videos for me to watch? Something with whipping and that, to give me an appetite for tonight?" So she spent the rest of the afternoon lying in front of the TV monitor, playing with her new toys and with a vibrator, and dreaming of being one of the girls on screen subjected to the most ingenious sexual tortures the Japanese AV industry could invent. As she was the guest of honour I took care to get her to Sayaka's party in good time. "Oh, those girls are so lucky!" she said as I guided her towards the bedroom, "and so happy! Their faces are so serene and ... and somehow _contented_ as they are tied up and whipped and everything! Do you think I could ever star in movies like that?" "I don't see why not," I said as I positioned her in front of the big mirror. "I mean, it's not the money. It's not even knowing that the men watching are having a great time dreaming of whipping and torturing me themselves, though that's very nice. It's being the centre of attention, making those men in the video think of all those lovely ways of satisfying me! Not that I ever am satisfied ..." she tailed off. "Did you notice the studio name on the videos I lent you?" "Yes. Marucho. You told me you know the woman who runs it." "Slip your boots on first," I said, handing her the right boot and placing the left carefully spread out on the carpet for her. "You'll probably need plenty of this baby-powder. Fujiko showed you how to use it, didn't she?" Haruka nodded and, stepping out of her everyday heels, began to ease her legs into the skin-tight black plastic-coated fetish thigh-boots. "Absolutely everything in Marucho videos is genuine," I went on. "Nothing is faked." "Including the whipping?" asked Haruka anxiously, looking up from smoothing her right boot up her thigh. "Certainly including the whipping," I assured her. "I thought so," she said. "I know in some videos it's faked. The whip doesn't really touch the girl and the swishing sound is put in later. I can always tell." "I know Kato-san of Marucho very well," I went on. "When I met her she was eighteen and just starting as an actress. The way you will, I hope." "Were you lovers?" she asked with a saucy giggle. "Of course. She was - is - very beautiful. We still fuck occasionally. Her husband doesn't mind. He travels a lot on business." "She's married?" "Yes. To the head of the company. She's done well. I promised to introduce you to her and one day I will. She's always interested in new talent." "Does she - does her company - make uncensored movies? I don't want to waste time making the other sort." She had finished with the left boot now and posed admiring herself in the mirror. The result was even more erotic than I remembered from her appearance emerging from the cubicle in Fujiko's shop - and of course the beautiful steel collar round her neck and the delicate chains hanging from it and decorating her breasts added powerfully to the effect. She was immediately aware of my erection but I quickly handed her the matching skin-tight sleeves or handless gloves. "Yes. Marucho is a group of companies now and they have branches based in the US which can issue uncensored movies. Of course they find their way into the Japanese market, smuggled in or through the internet." "I'm glad. Uncensored videos are the best. So much more beautiful. Don't you agree?" "Of course I do." She posed, admiring herself in the mirror, sighed happily and lifted her long hair above her head. "I'm ready for the corset now. Do you know," she added after a pause, "I think I've _always_ been ready." I picked up the pretty cruel corset from the bed where I had arranged it neatly, and wrapped it round her. Then I began the pleasurable business of tightening the black laces round the hooks and eyelets at the back. "Surely it can be tighter than that," she said disapprovingly. "Of course. But this is just the beginning. When we arrive at the party I'll adjust it." "Really, really tight? Promise?" "Sure. So tight that you will almost faint. Now, do you want to put your claws on now or leave it till we get there?" "Oh, now I think." She sat, with difficulty, before the dressing-table and clipped the black metal decorations to her fingers. Then she stood, turned and pretended to attack me with them. "You'll do, I said. "Just a short coat or cloak and we can go." "Must I?" "Yes, you must. It's too early to parade through Tokyo exposing your tits and arse. When we come back = well, that might be another matter." If we do come back together, I thought. The premonition that something important was on the point of happening was still strong in me. Haruka could feel it too. I knew, even though we had not discussed it again since our serious talk over lunch in Shinjuku some days before. "Haven't you forgotten something?" I picked up the furry black tail, holding it by the long ridged plug intended for insertion into her tight arsehole. "Of course not. I'll fix it for you when we arrive." With Haruka skipping excitedly beside me, we left my apartment in search of a taxi. The street-door of the apartment block where Sayaka lived opened immediately when I announced my name into the intercom. When the elevator doors hissed open on the penthouse floor one of her slaves, dressed in the black slacks which seemed to be their uniform, was waiting respectfully for us. I kicked off my shoes in the entrance lobby but of course Haruka stepped up into the carpeted corridor in her high-heeled boots which were part of her costume for the evening. I guided her into the room set aside for coats, relieved her of the short black cloak she had reluctantly worn for the journey and tightened her corset for her. The extra constriction made her arsehole pout prettily as if asking to be entered. She leant forward over the back of a chair as I pulled her cat-tail from one jacket pocket. I had not troubled to bring the oily liquid but instead lubricated the tail's anal plug by inserting it briefly into her juicy cunt and twisting it from side to side. Then, holding her in position with one arm over her shoulders, I pressed it slowly into her arsehole. As each deeply cut ridge pushed its way past her delightfully tight anus she let out a little squeal of pleasure and I had to grip her firmly to stop her bouncing away from me. At last it was in all the way. I released her and let her twist round, trying to see the effect in the dressing-table mirror as her anal muscles fruitlessly tried to expel the intruder, making the tail swish sexily. "It's lovely!" she said. "Much sexier than the girls on stage at Synthesis!" "I'm sure," I said. "Come here." She stood in front of me, eyes sparkling through the holes in her mask and lips parted in youthful lust. From the other jacket pocket I produced a black lead and clipped one end into the ring in her steel collar. Then, without waiting to be asked, I gave the little metal sleeves torturing her nipples an extra twist. She stiffened for a moment, then smiled ecstatically. "Oh, thank you!" she said, "thank you for everything!" I led her out into the corridor and into the main room of the apartment. Sayaka was waiting for us in what I recognised as one of her favourite postures: relaxing in a comfortable armchair and using one of her naked male slaves as a footstool. He was supporting himself facing upwards on hands and feet roughly in the shape of a table: the position must have been very uncomfortable but his head was buried between her legs with his tongue slurping vigorously inside her cunt, and his erection showed how much he was relishing his privileged status as her favoured sex-toy. When she saw us enter, Sayaka pushed him away with her heels. He scrambled to his feet and scampered off licking his lips. "Haruka, how lovely you look!" she exclaimed. "What a beautiful costume ... turn round, let me look at you properly! Oh, I just love the collar and the chains and those pretty _pretty_ nipple-clamps - they must feel wonderful!" "It's my birthday present from Bob-san," said Haruka modestly. "Yes, he does have good taste, doesn't he - and knows how to make a girl look good and feel great. Bob, you must tell me where you got it. I know it will excite my _ojisan_ if he sees me like that." I promised to let her have the details and ordered Haruka to get down on hands and knees. I led her crawling round the room on her lead, occasionally stopping to greet other guests by kneeling and begging with her hands in their long claws folded under her chin. Yes, I know cats do not normally sit up and beg like dogs, but this cat did and very tempting she looked too when she did it. Apart from the group of young male employees of the company run by Sayaka's _ojisan_, attached as slaves to her establishment for as long as they satisfied her, the only guests yet to have arrived were the twins Kin and Gin. As usual they could be distinguished only by the gold and silver colour of their identical costumes. For this party they had chosen outfits made up mainly of a mass of delicate chains: each wore a collar and a belt with little chains joining them down the front, supposed to cover their breasts but in fact allowing them to peep delightfully through the gaps which opened as they moved, and a short skirt of multiple chains hanging and swaying from the waist. The effect was charming and made even more erotic by the hint of bondage contributed by the nose-hooks which they were both wearing, kept lightly in place by matching little chains passing over the top of the head and round the face. Before Haruka had completed her crawling circuit of the room there was a flurry of excitement and several slaves rushed to the front door of the apartment. Soon they appeared obsequiously escorting an elderly man walking bow-legged in an office suit, shoes replaced by house-slippers. Clearly this was Sayaka's _ojisan_, come to watch the party she had arranged, and she ran to welcome him and settle him into a comfortable chair. I brought Haruka over to him and introduced her while she knelt between his widespread legs with her hands resting on his knees. Without any prompting from me she at once begged his permission to suck him. "No, my dear, that's very kind of you and I'm sure you would do it very nicely, but not just now. I'll sit here for a while and watch the pretty things you and the others do to celebrate your birthday. I expect that will stimulate me and later when the whipping starts I'll enjoy taking part in it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Oh, yes, sir! If _you_ do it ..." "Now go and have fun while I watch." Sayaka came up to me and murmured that a programme of events had been arranged in which Haruka would take part, and that her _ojisan_ would become impatient and bad-tempered if the performance did not begin at once. I helped Haruka to her feet and Sayaka and I led her to a small table on which two sets of cards had been arranged. I knew this game well and quickly explained it to Haruka. "The idea is, you choose the things that will be done to you. You take a card from each little pile, turn it over and see what it means." "Do I really get to choose?" "Well, sort of. You don't know what the card means till you pick it up. In fact I recommend you to take the top card from each pile. I expect Sayaka and her friends have chosen experiences for you which will be more fun if you are subjected to them in the right order." "Oooh, what fun!" Haruka obediently took the first card from the upper pile and turned it over. It showed a girl's face as she sucked a cock. I imagine she thought it was hardly an exciting experience to be offered but she politely let out a little squeal of pleasure; then picked up the first card of the lower pile. It showed a girl's bottom being elegantly whipped with a nine-strand cat. This time her pleasure was genuine. "If you will come this way, Mistress Haruka ..." said one of the polite slaves. A little platform had been set up in front of the _ojisan_'s chair, like a coffee-table but strong enough to bear her weight. Beside it was a stand on which a variety of coiled whips had been neatly arranged. Haruka looked at them longingly. "I think it would be better if I removed your corset. And your mask and tail," I said before she could take up position. "Must you?" she asked sadly. "You can have them back later." "All right. But I want to keep my collar and nipple-clamps on. Your present!" "Of course. And your boots and gloves. You will look tempting enough like that!" I quickly unlaced the corset and pulled the tail gradually from her arse, enjoying the way she wriggled as each ridge in the anal plug slipped out. They and her cat mask were respectfully taken away by a slave, and Haruka climbed onto the platform arranging herself in a kneeling position. She clearly knew what to do, spreading her knees wide so as take up a firm stance and lifting her bottom as high as she could. At the other end of the platform she gripped the corners hard and threw her head back, licking her lips sexily and leaving them slightly open as she eagerly awaited the entry of her first cock. The tense but elegant curve of her body, sweeping down and up again between her willingly offered face and arse and decorated by the random pattern of her long hair, made a sweet picture as she crouched on her little platform, longing to accept the pleasures being prepared for her. For a moment I felt a twinge of envy: where had she learned this charmingly shameless posture of a girl longing only to give and receive delight? Were such whipping-and-sucking sessions regular events at the hostess clubs where she worked, or did they arise spontaneously at the private parties to which her admirers invited her when she was off duty? One of the slaves removed his trousers and stood by her face, his throbbing erection offered to her lips. Another chose a simple unknotted cat from the stand and took up position ready to start the whipping process. Before drawing his erection into her mouth and throat, Haruka looked up at the slave. "Tell _him__," she whispered, a slight backward movement of her head indicating that she meant the slave holding the whip, "that when I've made you come it will be his turn. To be sucked. But someone else must take over the whip. And so on." "Certainly, Mistress Haruka," said the slave. And the first stage of Haruka's birthday display began. She raised one hand and slid the slave's cock slowly and smoothly into her mouth, stroking the shaft with her fingertips as it progressed. Once it was fully in place she prickled his balls lightly with the tips of her metal claws. At the same time her other slave lifted the whip and skilfully teased her, tickling her bottom gently with the slim lashes. Then without warning he brought them down hard, letting them swish sexily round her hips before releasing her and falling to the floor. I saw his colleague tense and gasp as the sudden sensation made Haruka grip his cock tightly for a moment with her mouth before resuming her slow, maddening caress. Lucky fellow, I thought, knowing only too well the expert quality of the way he was being sucked. The whipper was clearly determined to give of his best, despite the simple unsophisticated instrument he was using, and varied the speed and power of his strokes, delighting her bottom, her lower back and the narrow band of her thighs above the top of her tight boots. All too soon his fellow-slave let out an incoherent cry: like every man who has ever entered Haruka's mouth he could not hold back his explosion of cum however hard he tried. He gripped her shoulders attempting to remain upright, then withdrew with a murmured expression of gratitude and stepped aside. The whipper put down his cat and walked happily round to receive his reward. His successor was ready, holding I noticed a somewhat crueller whip with tightly knotted lashes. Haruka will enjoy that, I thought - but I know even better. The second phase was even shorter: the slave in Haruka's mouth had been so stimulated by the pleasure of whipping her that he was eager to come, and while she may have tried to hold him back I knew that the assault of the knotted cat was exciting her so much that she was losing control. I nodded to the next slave in line, making it clear that I expected to have my own turn, and selected a whip of many lashes beautified not only with hard knots but with tiny glittering metal points. She will like that, I thought - especially as she doesn't know it is coming. Soon enough she was indeed showing her love for the new instrument, wriggling on her stand so much that I had to hold her waist with one arm as I brought the whip down with all my strength on her yearning bottom and on her upper thighs, aiming especially for that sensitive fold at the point where the rounded loveliness of the bottom abruptly straightens into the graceful column of the leg. How wonderful, I thought for the thousandth time, that something as beautiful as a girl's arse should inspire such love, and be equipped with the sensitivity to enjoy so profoundly the expression of that love! Before dropping the whip and handing over to the next in line, I unrolled one of the cool damp cloths piled on the table with the whips and gently stroked the part of Haruka I had been pleasuring. The tiny metal points had drawn spots of blood, which I removed leaving only the scattering of little crimson dots prettily decorating her smooth amber skin. "Was that you, Bob?" she asked happily as I presented myself to her mouth. "I thought it was too good to be one of these amateurs." "They try hard to please you," I said. "Yes. I suppose they do. It would be nice ... I wonder, if some _ojisan_ ever gives me a team of young slaves ... training them would be fun. Ooh, _that_ was good: this one knows what to do!" "He's been watching me." She giggled for a moment. "Well, I hope he has a lot of stamina! I intend to make this last. Give me your lovely cum now. But don't hurry." I did my best, but Haruka has been sucking cocks ever since she was just thirteen and even when she tells you to take your time her soft and expert mouth is irresistible - and her little smile of triumph when she makes you come is adorable. To make it more difficult my erection was wedged into her throat and the varied strokes of the slave whipping her were making her gasp with surprise. Keeping my self-control was almost impossible, but I am glad to say I did not entirely forget my manners and pulled back out of her throat just before the bolts of cum burst along my cock, so that she was able to savour them on her tongue rather than having them blasted straight down to her stomach. Once she had finished with me I left her rewarding the slave who had whipped her so well and wondering with girlish enthusiasm what instrument the next in line would use to tease her inflamed bottom. Other guests had been arriving. Over to one side of the room Kin and Gin had started a charming lesbian display, watched by slaves not required for other purposes and by a stocky well-muscled man who had joined the party while I was occupied with Haruka: I guessed he was the twins' shared lover the truck-driver Kunikazu. With him was Fumie, who must also have arrived while I was too busy to welcome her. In her heels she was several centimetres taller than Kunikazu but he was happily stroking her naked bottom in a way which suggested he had already discovered its erotic possibilities. I was glad she had quickly found her first partner of the evening: she had been obliged to come on her own as her husband's company, with typical indifference to employees' personal lives, had sent him off to Osaka for a month to inspect a manufacturing plant there. The plant's managers would want to ensure his report was favourable, I reflected, keeping him in a good mood with evening entertainment, and part of the intense rivalry between Japan's two main cities is Osaka's conviction that its prostitutes are more beautiful and inventive than those of Tokyo. But meanwhile Fumie was neglected and her enchanting arse was going to waste. I waved at her across the room, but then turned my attention to another girl whom I had not seen before: she was being conducted around the room by her lover on a white leather lead attached to a tall matching collar which forced her to hold her head up high. I was intrigued by her air of serene confidence and examined her carefully as she was led towards me. As well as the tall collar she was wearing a white leather head-harness with ball-gag and straps either side of her nose which then joined on her forehead and passed over the top of her head to join the collar at the back. Her nudity was prettily enhanced by tweezer-style nipple-clamps, with sliders to adjust their pressure, and a matching clitoris-clamp, joined by a delicate chain in a Y-pattern down from her nipples and up from her clitoris meeting in a navel stud. Unusually for a girl showing herself off at a sex-party she wore no heels but had instead chosen flat white slippers tied over her insteps such as a dancer might wear; but her legs were so shapely, well-muscled without being over-exercised, and she moved with such grace and fluency that her elegant nudity hardly needed the enrichment of high-heels. "Who is that lovely girl?" I asked Sayaka urgently. "Her name is Kokomi," she said with a knowing smile. "We were at school together and she was one of the original members of the Chain Gang. Didn't I tell you about her?" "Oh yes - I remember now. A gymnast, isn't she? Sounds very intriguing. Is the man with her a regular partner or ..." "Well, of course she's available for anyone to fuck at a party like this or she wouldn't be here. But they are an item. They do a special show at clubs - I'm sure I told you - and they promised to demonstrate this evening. You'll like it. Very stimulating!" Meanwhile Haruka had decided to stop playing the whipping-and-sucking game and was ready for the next stimulation prepared for her. As before she "chose" the top cards from the two little piles, which required her to be placed kneeling on a little platform with her neck and wrists held in holes in a heavy wooden board while receiving electric current from vibrators inserted into her cunt and arse. She ran off happily to be enjoy this new pleasure while two slaves helped Sayaka's _ojisan_ out of his chair and positioned him where he could operate the remote control: subjecting helplessly bound girls to elaborate electric shock torture was one of his specialisms, I recalled, and Sayaka's eager submission to it and the beauty of her screams as the torture mounted accounted for her position as one of his favoured sexual playthings. I decided to leave Haruka to entertain the audience which was gathering round her while I returned to Kokomi. Her partner had removed her clamps and was helping her out of her head-harness and collar. Slaves placed a set of steps for her and she was carefully helped to mount them; when she was ready she took up an elegant gymnastic position poised on one foot, the other leg raised and her arms stretched out with the fingers presented like a ballet dancer's. The man displayed her to the group gathering around her and invited their applause. Then he raised the cane he was holding in his right hand, a long slim strip of flexible wood sheathed in white leather, and without warning brought it sizzling down onto her naked bottom. The force of the blow made her jerk slightly forward, but at once she returned to her graceful pose. I was close enough to catch a sharp intake of breath but she made no other sound. Her partner waited a few seconds to allow the anguish of the cane's first stroke to flood through her and then raised the slender white instrument for the second time. Aiming carefully slightly lower down her bottom he struck again. I could hear it hum as it descended and see how it flexed, almost like the lash of a whip, taking up the shape of her firm flesh as it embraced it, then flicked outwards again and finally straightened. It was as if the giver and receiver of exquisite agony, the sharp upright cane and the smooth rounded bottom, were lovers, melting into each other in a passionate kiss before separating to draw breath for the next fusion of two into one. Again she remained motionless: again she was almost silent, only her soft voice begging for even greater bliss revealing her approach to orgasmic paradise. I recalled Sayaka describing Kokomi's masochistic displays as weird but very erotic to watch. In her current pose she received six or seven strokes, the beauty of her suffering increasing as hairline threads of crimson called up by the sharp edges of the cane slowly wrote themselves across the amber perfection of her arse. Then there was a pause as by unspoken agreement she relaxed, shifted on her stepped platform, and took up another taut pose. This time she was leaning back, supported on one foot, the other leg bent at the knee, her arms in a circle above her head. Her partner put down the cane and stood with a whip dangling from his raised right hand. It was made up of three braided white lashes and this time he gave her less time to absorb the exquisite pain of each stroke. The heavy plaited leather snakes kissed her breasts, then her stomach, then her hips, then her breasts again as she held her pose, only her gentle voice thanking her lover and imploring him to whip her harder betraying the transcendent experience the beautiful threefold lover was giving her. It was indeed an extraordinarily erotic sight and my cock was fully responding to it. Suddenly I felt a lithe body pressed against mine, with hard nipples sliding delightfully over my back. Clever little hands reached round to the front and took hold of my cock. Was it Haruka? A quick glance to one side assured me she was still helplessly imprisoned in her wooden board, squealing happily as Sayaka's _ojisan_ played with the remote control delivering electrical stimulation to her love-holes. "Is this for me, Bob?" murmured a sexy little voice from behind me. "It certainly could be, if you'd like it ... Hi, Fujiko," I added, twisting round in her arms just enough to confirm my second guess. "Didn't see you come in. Have you been having fun?" "Well, in a way ... I'm building up an appetite first. You could call it self-torture. But it will be worth it when I find a man to free me from this and take his reward." She let me turn round to face her and look her over. She was of course nearly naked apart from her silver high-heels but was wearing some kind of glittering metal ornament covering her crotch and secured by a belt. "What's this?" I asked unnecessarily. "A chastity belt!" she said proudly. "Don't you remember seeing it in the shop last time you were there with Haruka-chan?" "How does it come off?" "Ah, you want me, do you? I thought you did." "Of course I do. I always want you. But I expect you have some naughty new perversion to try, rather than straight sex." "Yes ... well, someone once said chastity is the most unnatural of all sexual perversions so when this belt came into the shop I thought I'd try it for a while and see what it felt like." "Trust you! But I thought it had a pair of vibrators fitted inside." "Sure it does. But they stimulate me just enough to drive me wild with lust but not enough to satisfy me. Nice! This is the remote." She unhooked a little device from her collar and passed it to me. I experimented with the controls and increased the maddening titillation being delivered to her love-holes. One button was marked with a key, but I did not touch it. Then I hung the remote back on her collar. Of course she was free to adjust the settings, and unlock the metal belt, whenever she wanted - but I could see that she preferred to enjoy the fantasy of being at the mercy of her lovers. "Sadistic beast!" she said happily. I leant forward and was about to kiss her when another voice interrupted. It was Haruka, on her way to discover the next pleasure that had been prepared for her. "Hello, Fujiko!" she said. "I'm so glad you could come ... I didn't see you arrive." "No, of course not, you were having a lovely time over there ..." Fujiko gestured elegantly towards the stand where Haruka had been held captive and subjected to electric shocks by Sayaka's _ojisan_. "Look!" said Haruka suddenly, "Fujiko is wearing a chastity belt! How pretty she looks." "Yes. It's lovely," said Fujiko, politely applying the compliment to the shining metal armour adorning and protecting her love-holes rather than to herself. "You remember, you saw it in the shop when you visited me recently. How is the cat costume? Has it attracted a lot of attention?" "Oh, lots, thank you. I'm so grateful for your advice. I had to take most of it off while I was, you know, whipped, but it's been lovely ... But _he_," she continued, returning to her grievance about the chastity belt, "was too mean to buy it for me! And look how beautiful it is! I'm sure it feels lovely too." "Yes, it does rather," said Fujiko primly. "Honestly, Haruka," I said, feeling the need to assert myself against this feminine onslaught, "you know I gave you a very special birthday present." "It's beautiful," said Fujiko politely, examining Haruka's collar and the chains joining it to her nipple-clamps. "Williams-san has such good taste." "Yes, of course, and I'm very grateful. But I'd love to try wearing a chastity belt like that. Building up a huge appetite and not being able to satisfy it," Haruka went on, her face glowing with a kind of spiritual ecstasy at the thought of being possessed by such awesome sexual yearning, "and I'm sure it would make men want me even more. Because they can't have me, I mean. Just imagine all that wonderful lust and what it would feel like when at last I satisfy it! That's right, isn't it Fujiko?" She slipped an arm round her friend's waist. Fujiko said nothing but smiled happily. "Won't you _please_ buy me one?" Haruka appealed to me at last. "I'll buy it for you," said an authoritative male voice before I could reply. "If you like." I turned quickly and at once recognised the tall handsome man who had spoken as a once celebrated baseball player who, now elected a member of the House of Councillors, frequently appeared on television discussion programmes giving his opinions on the need for a more aggressive approach in foreign affairs and economic management. There was something else about him I could not immediately place. At last I had it: this was the man who had detained Haruka after her performance at Synthesis. Haruka had got there before me of course, bowing respectfully and addressing him as "_sensei_". "You remember me, Haruka-chan?" he asked, knowing very well that she did. "Of course, _sensei_! How could I forget? And all the lovely, lovely things you did to me ... that we did together ... I'm so glad you are here." "Sachiko-chan's Master suggested I should come. He said there would be some willing girls here." His eyes wandered over Fujiko's temptingly unavailable nudity before returning to Haruka. "I understand you're the birthday girl! Seventeen, isn't it?" "Oh yes, _sensei_!" "Well, if you enjoyed the things we did together last time we met, let's go and do them again ... if your friends will excuse us," he added politely. Sachiko, being the attentive hostess, had come bustling up, accompanied by three of her slaves, to ensure that this important guest had everything he wanted. Fujiko and I bowed respectfully as the little group moved off, Haruka gazing up at him adoringly, to where the two of them could make their choice of whips. Fujiko and I were left on our own. I glanced quickly at the stand with its wooden framework, then looked at her. "I don't know if you've noticed," I said, "but there's a very pretty piece of equipment over there. No one seems to be using it. Shall we take a look?" She smiled demurely. She said nothing but unhooked the remote control of her chastity belt and handed it to me with a formal bow. I was now her master, she my slave. We moved without hurrying to enter the happiness awaiting us. [Next in Part 19: Chapter XIX: A Business Discussion] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk