I AM NOT ASHAMED 16 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER XVI Between Heaven and Earth My Master came to me, and asked me gently if I was ready to entertain them all again. Of course I was! He helped me to my feet and steadied me as he led me through the room and out onto a wide covered terrace. The air was cool and pleasant there, and several people had already gathered outside: drinking, making love or just enjoying the view over the garden as it lay dark in a secret hollow surrounded by the condominiums and office blocks of modern Tokyo. Those not preoccupied with each other joined us, and helped to hold me upright on my narrow heels as my Master knelt beside me and set to work roping my legs together again. He was very thorough and the ropes were wonderfully firm this time: round my thighs just below my bottom and just above my knees. He did not twist the ropes around each other between my legs, but clamped my thighs so tightly together that there was no room for any movement at all. When he had finished he looped other ropes vertically, down my back and along my front between my breasts and over my pussy, knotting firmly together the ropes which held me and leaving the ends tied and dangling. Finally he tied my ankles, and added another rope just below my knees. It was almost impossible to stand now without constant risk of tumbling over onto the floor of the terrace, but my friends carefully held me upright while my Master tested my ropes for tightness and tugged on the knots. Then he gave an order and I felt myself being tipped backwards: my feet left the floor and I was lying in the cradle of their arms. The familiar feeling of helplessness, of being committed beyond recall to accept meekly anything they chose to do to me, began to wash over me and stimulate me wonderfully. My nipples strained achingly through the gaps in the ropes containing my breasts; I could feel my pussy wetting my thighs and my arsehole panting with desire to be penetrated. Something was moving in the darkness above me, and suddenly I could make out a hook descending on a chain from the ceiling of the covered terrace. My heart beat fast as I began to understand the new punishment that was in store for me. The hook stopped just above my knees and my Master twisted round it the loose ends of the ropes dangling there. "Would it be fun to gag and blindfold her, do you think?" I heard a man's voice say. "Better not," a girl replied. "She might choke, and then we'd have to take her down. Anyway, don't you want to hear her scream?" So they were planning to do more than just hang me up! I promised myself I would reward them by screaming as piteously as I could. "Are you ready for your next appearance, Slave?" my Master asked. "Oh yes, Master - please do it to me - whatever it is!" I begged him. The hook began to rise slowly. For a while it simply took the slack of the ropes, but then I felt my knees being lifted inexorably. Soon my thighs were vertical, and my dear friends were holding only my shoulders off the ground. Then that too was unnecessary as the crane took my full weight; my hair brushed the ground, then even that contact was broken, and the hook was motionless. I hung upside-down, my body bent only at the knees, twisting slightly as the ropes settled and took the strain. I felt, rather than saw, my body being bathed in light and warmth as spotlights were adjusted and shone on me, highlighting my helpless nakedness. I have seen photographs taken of me in that position and know how astonishingly erotic the effect must have been for my audience. But how can I describe how it felt for me? If I have managed to convey at all the delight I had learnt to find in being helplessly bound, in the cruel kiss of the ropes biting into my smooth flesh, above all in the power my helplessness gave me to cast aside all shame and revel in the way my sexuality responded to anything my tormentors did to me - then in my present position, hanging by my knees and thighs from the roof, that delight was raised to a power I had never imagined possible. An extra twist in my pleasure was the knowledge that I was displayed and lighted for the inspection of anyone who cared to look out of the windows of the tall buildings around the house: if sex-parties were frequent entertainments here, then surely the neighbours made the most of it, waiting behind darkened windows with binoculars ready? I did hope so. I heard Suzy's voice in my ear again, her short hair tickling my cheek and neck. "Are you enjoying it, darling?" My breathing was laboured and I was concentrating on calming it, afraid that too much exertion would lead to a choking fit and the abrupt end of this sublime sensual experience. I guessed there were yet greater pleasures to come - and even if there weren't, I wanted to stay tied up like this for ever. I smiled as best I could and moved my head a little in a gesture I hoped she would interpret as a nod. "I _think_ she's enjoying it," she said to someone I could not see. "Well, _I_ certainly am," he replied, "she looks gorgeous." I think it was the man who had wanted to gag me. "Do you know what I'd like to do to her?" "You always have such clever ideas. What is it this time?" "I'd like to stuff my cock into her mouth." Oh, how wonderful! I forced myself to keep calm, knowing that I would need to take it carefully and slowly. My lover lay down on a blanket spread over the tiles of the terrace, moving around till his erection was exactly under my mouth. There were only a couple of centimetres separating us. By sticking out my tongue I could just touch the tip of his cock and taste the little drop of pre-cum which his excitement had already produced. I felt the hook being lowered gently and opened my mouth wide, encircling his cock with my lips as soon as I was close enough. Whoever was in charge of the crane raised me again, then lowered me, trying to get our positions exactly right. My lover moaned with pleasure as my mouth slid up and down his shaft. At last everything was just right. I found it impossible to swallow his erection in my upside-down position so had to make do with sucking and kissing that part of it which I could take into my mouth without gagging. My tongue swirled round his beautiful meat, teasing him and tempting him, relishing his groans of pleasure as he raised and lowered his hips in a fruitless attempt to penetrate me more deeply. As my tongue caressingly explored all the crevices and veins of his cock, I played the game of trying to remember if I had had it in my mouth before. No two cocks are identical, and every man's cum has its own special flavour. The differences are very subtle, but I do my best to remember them and love astonishing a man by softly saying to him, after I have brought him to orgasm and greedily swallowed his creamy sperm, "You've been in there before, haven't you? Welcome back!" At last my lover of the moment could hold back no longer, and spurted deliciously into my throat. Alas I could not swallow his cum, much as I longed to: the risk of choking on it was too great. But I held the thick, tasty liquid in my mouth till he had moved from under me and Suzy came to see how I was. She understood my problem at once and leant forward to kiss me, open-mouthed, her tongue embracing mine as I dribbled the cum, now well mixed with my saliva, from my mouth to hers. "That was nice," she said dreamily as she finished swallowing. "How do you feel?" I did not want to talk much, but croaked out the words "Marvellous ... so helpless ... everyone watching ... happiness ..." "Good," said Suzy with a return to her usual briskness. "Ready for something special?" "Mm'mm," I murmured blissfully, my heart beating fast again as I wondered what it might be. I remembered the wonderful orgasm born of the excruciating delight of the _hado_ candle-wax torture. "How are your pretty breasts?" she asked, reaching up to caress and kiss them, tweaking the nipples between her fingers. I whimpered shamelessly with pleasure. "As sensitive as ever? Well, they should enjoy these." She held out a pair of objects in front of my eyes, and I focussed on them as best I could. They were silvery metal discs, each with a hole on one side and a knob on the other. Suzy showed me how twisting the knobs made the cruel clamps inside grip tighter and tighter ... "Oh, _please_ ..." I begged her. My erect nipples slid easily into the metal, yearning to be imprisoned in the holes prepared for them. Suzy took her time over tightening the clamps, and at first I felt no more than a friendly pinch on each breast. But little by little she screwed them tighter, and the agony began to mount. As I had told her, my breasts are unusually sensitive and they had received little attention so far that evening: the touch of the ropes binding them gave stimulation without relief, and much as I had longed to feel the hot wax of the candles pouring over them, that had been unkindly denied. So now the sharp bite of the clamps sent waves of luxurious sensation rolling through me. My bonds and the ropes suspending me began to vibrate as I squirmed as best I could in delighted agony at the approach of orgasm, hoarsely imploring Suzy to increase the pleasure yet further. At first she twisted the clamps tighter as I begged her, but when I was on the verge of my climax she stopped - even though I was sure the clamps were still a long way below their most painful setting. She moved away, and a man I did not recognise squatted down in front of my face. My whole body now seemed to be throbbing with desire as the agony flowing from my breasts consumed me, but through the haze of pain and sexual climax I became aware that he was talking to me and holding out things for me to look at. "Here is a pretty cat-o'-nine-tails," he was saying, swishing it to and fro before my eyes. "See the little hard knots buried in the soft lashes. Wouldn't you like to feel them dancing over your body? And look at this flexible plaited whip. Can you hear how delightfully the leather creaks? And see how long it is - it could embrace you several times at each stroke! Now, here's a smart riding-crop: not as flexible as the others, but oh, how it stings! Don't you long to feel your rider flicking you casually but so precisely with this?" I had a sudden vision of my customers at the Pink Salon, demanding the "horse-ride" service. How lovely it would be to do that to a man armed with a riding-crop and urging me to ever greater efforts! But even if I had been capable of speech, I knew it was not my place to make choices. After I had remained silent for a few moments, I heard Suzy's voice again. "I think she'd like to feel them all, don't you?" I was so grateful to her. She knew! The man left my area of vision, taking his whips with him, and Suzy rewarded me with a further upward twist of the wonderful nipple-clamps. I groaned with pleasure. "Be brave, darling," she said. "This is going to hurt you terribly. More than anything you have ever experienced." Before she moved away I saw her nod to someone who was out of my range of vision. Suddenly a great blinding bolt of pain engulfed my naked arse and thighs. After a moment I understood that they had begun with the long plaited whip: as the man had promised, it was long enough to encircle me at least twice, leaving a great girdle of pain round my hips. The force of the stroke caused me to swing on my hook, which brought me straight into the path of the cat. The nine lashes were so soft they did no more than caress me, but the tight, hard knots left a whole constellation of little stars of delicious sensation wherever they touched. I gasped with pleasure and excitement, only to be greeted with a line of white-hot fire as the riding-crop bit lusciously into my arse. Swinging helplessly between the three men with their different whips, I felt my climax building again. I was blessed with two sources of pain at once: the unending stream of agony flowing from the clamps biting into my breasts, and the random strokes of the whips - one all-embracing, one speckling me with unpredictable points of pleasure, and the crop writing its fierce and precise lines into my quivering flesh. For a brief moment I was static near Suzy. "Oh, darling Suzy, tighter, tighter - I beg you!" I croaked, and, sensing the beauty of my approaching crisis, she quickly twisted the clamps to the highest setting. It was as if white-hot needles were being plunged into my breasts, sending messages of joy and pleasure to my gasping, dripping cunt, while the rest of my body quivered delightedly under the random strokes of the whips. Fire filled every part of me as I rode my climax to the heights of ecstasy. I was no longer conscious of myself swinging helplessly on my hook from whip to whip: rather I was floating freely, a conduit for all the happiness and pleasure in the universe. A lucky stroke of the long whip caught me full on the clitoris, and the fire which filled me exploded, disintegrating me into atoms ... I was flying effortlessly somewhere in the sky above Tokyo, the warm sun delighting my naked body, careless as to whether any of the people below could see me. I had never in my life felt so happy. Somewhere down below was something, I had forgotten what, which tied me to the earth, but it could wait ... [Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Master and Slave] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams