I AM NOT ASHAMED 06 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER VI The Evidence The next day was Monday, and in the afternoon a package was delivered to me at work. It was in a neat white carrier bag sealed with tape round the handles, with the logo of the Marucho Film Company discreetly printed on it. Inside was an unlabelled video tape, and a little album of photographs, the prints neatly arranged two to a page behind plastic sheets. How nice, I thought, they had already sent their guests pictures of Megumi's wedding reception. I was sure there would be one of her in her white wedding-dress: that was the way I wanted to remember her - so sweet and virginal. I opened the album at random, and to my horror the first print I saw was a well-lit and pin-sharp photo of a naked girl, blindfolded and her body tightly bound with ropes, kneeling upright under bright lights and sucking the erect cock of a man standing in front of her. Oh, dear Gods, it was me! "Holiday photos, Kimiko-san?" asked Shizue from behind my shoulder. "Do let me see!" She must have come up behind me without my hearing. I looked up at her, terrified and scarlet with embarrassment, desperately spreading my hands over the open album in an attempt to hide the pictures from her. But I was too late. "Oh, _very_ nice! Let me see!" she repeated, pulling firmly at the book. "You mustn't! They're private! Oh, please, Shizue, don't!" I could feel the plastic sheets covering the prints sliding relentlessly from under my sweating fingers as she pulled. Suddenly the glass doors to the hallway opened and our boss came in. "What's going on here? Why aren't you working?" he said sternly. I stood up and we both bowed low. I could just see that Shizue had the presence of mind to flip the album on my desk closed before he could notice what it contained. "We are very sorry, sir," she said formally. "We are both very much to blame for our misbehaviour. Please forgive us. It will not occur again." "I hope not indeed. Kobayashi-kun, will you come to my office. I have instructions for you." "Certainly, sir," I said and followed him. What else could I do? When I came back, Shizue and Tomoko were looking through my photos together. They were giggling and chatting, but as quietly as they could so as not to annoy our boss a second time. I forced myself to join them. "Oh, don't be so unkind to me!" I begged them, "please give them back! I didn't know anyone was taking pictures! They're terribly private. Please." Tomoko giggled again. "You _have_ been having a nice time!" she said. "Kimiko, you've nothing to be ashamed of," said her friend with authority. "We _love_ this kind of sex - don't we Tomoko? We think it's wonderful that you enjoy it too. But you _are_ a funny girl, keeping it all so secret! Why didn't you tell us you liked performing at parties? We could have gone to all sorts of exciting places together and done such lovely things." "We're regulars at the Friday night sex parties now, aren't we Shizue?" said Tomoko. "I'm sure we're well enough known to be allowed to bring a guest. Especially a submissive." I looked from one to the other, terrified and astonished. "But I'm not ..." "Yes, Kimiko," said Shizue, "someone like you who loves being tied up for sex will always be welcome." "But I _don't_ ..." I said, desperately trying to convince her that the evidence didn't mean what it so obviously meant. "I think it was very bad of you to be so secretive," she continued. "You must have done it a lot, you're so good at it. Just look at this photo, and this one - Gods, you're brilliant, Kimiko!" "And she tried to make us believe she was so virtuous," added Tomoko accusingly, supporting Shizue as usual. I could not decide which was worse: to be seen as promiscuous and hypocritical with it, or to admit that I had abandoned my virtue so ecstatically at the very first opportunity. Yesterday's discussion with my sister Fumiko had given me the answer, I thought; but somehow I had lost it again. "Ooh, look at this!" said Tomoko, who had taken the album from Shizue and was leafing through it again. She looked at me with new respect. "You _are_ lucky! That must have felt lovely." It was a photo of me bent forward, tightly bound and with a man's cock a long way up my arse. Despite the gag and blindfold it was possible to detect the blissful expression on my face, and I could indeed remember how much I had loved the extraordinary, heavenly thing that was being done to me. I could now see that the man fucking my eager, helpless bottom was Mr Williams. For a moment my panic subsided as I felt pleased that it had been he, and not a complete stranger, who had been the first man ever to take me there. Tomoko was right: it _had_ felt wonderful! The peace and harmony Fumiko had spoken of began to flood through me again. The photograph showed clearly the lovely ropes biting firmly into my smooth, plump flesh: looking at them made me want to do it all over again, now, at once ... Then I returned to reality, and the dreadfully embarrassing situation I was in. "Oh, please," I implored the two girls again, "I'll do anything for you in return if you'll only let me have the pictures back, and promise to forget you ever saw them!" "No, Kimiko," said Shizue firmly, "we'll keep these till next week. On Friday night we'll show them to our friends, and see what they think of them. And you, and I, and Tomoko are going to look at your video together. If it's as good as I think it must be, we'll take that to show at the party too." "Oh, no, _please_ don't!" I cried. "I just can't bear to think of other people seeing how naughty I was. I don't know how I let it happen. I think ... I _know_ I had too much to drink, and then I let them persuade me, and once it started I was so excited I couldn't stop ... Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself!" I could feel the tears beginning to come. Shizue put her arm round my waist. "You've nothing to be ashamed of," she said in a kindly voice. "We all start like that. We secretly know what we want, and something has to happen that makes us accept that and really do it. Having a little too much to drink is often what makes it possible. The photos are beautiful, and you obviously had a marvellous time. You're so lucky. And now that we know the truth about you, Tomoko and I will take you to places where you can have nice things like that done to you just as much as you want." I looked at her gratefully, and sniffed. "But I don't think that _is_ the truth about me." "When you see the video you'll realise that it is. You'll be able to relive the lovely time you had, and look forward to the next time. Don't you want to see it?" she added insinuatingly. "Oh, _no_!" I said, the tears flowing again. The trouble was that I did, very badly. When you work in a consumer electronics company it is not difficult to get access to a video machine. As soon as work was finished we three girls watched my video in an unoccupied conference room, carefully locking the door first. It showed edited highlights of the party after the wedding reception was over, starting with my first sex with Mr Williams on a couch - had they really filmed _that_? - then showing me on stage, stripping and dancing naked, first nervously then more and more confidently and happily. Then followed a few general scenes of the guests enjoying sex together all over the studio. Finally my bondage scene was included almost complete. Somehow I found it possible to detach myself from the girl on the screen, and let her outrageously wonderful performance arouse me, as if she had nothing to do with me. At last Tomoko rewound the tape while Shizue switched on the lights. Then they stood up and bowed formally to me. "That was a magnificent performance," said Shizue. "In my opinion our Friday night group will be keen to meet you as soon as possible, and will be glad to welcome you to our sessions just as often as you want. But we shall have to show them this first." I felt faint, trembling and breathless as I sometimes did when I knew a man was looking at me and finding me sexually attractive. The girl on the screen - who wasn't, of course, me - had stirred up the most powerful feelings inside me. I began to realise that one of those feelings was excitement at the thought that my - her - performance was going to be enjoyed by a roomful of complete strangers. "Thank you," I just managed to say. "I am very glad you think I did well." [Next in Part 07: Chapter VII: The First Test] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams