I AM NOT ASHAMED 17 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER XVII Master and Slave The vision faded slowly, and after I do not know how long I opened my eyes to find myself lying naked on a couch. The noise of the party continued in another room, but I was almost alone. One part of my vision had been true: I felt warm and contented, my body at ease and, for the moment at least, satiated. My ropes had all been removed. I was wearing nothing but my gloves and my shoes, and someone was massaging me, gently removing the flakes of red candle-wax which had not already been flicked off me as I was whipped, rubbing cream into my naked skin ... someone who knew very well how to give pleasure. I looked round, and smiled happily. It was Suzy. "Oh, I have had such a lovely time," I said lazily. "Why couldn't it last for ever?" "Nothing lasts for ever," she said briskly, "though I began to wonder if you would ever come out of orgasm. You were screaming and begging for more for ages. In the end the men whipping you had to stop, and then we realised you'd passed out and took you down. Don't you remember?" I thought back. It was all a blur, but a few things stood out. "The cat was lovely," I said sleepily. "Yes, a cat is good when the man knows how to use it. It's not as strong as the other types of whip, but it's so wonderfully random. You never know where the tails are going to land. And the one they were using - you know, with the little knots in the lashes - that's _so_ nice. It leaves lovely little points of pain all over you, which you can go on enjoying for hours afterwards." I sighed happily as I remembered. I also remembered another cat like that, somewhere, in a drawer, waiting for me ... "I thought you preferred giving it rather than getting it," I then said teasingly. That reminded me of something I should have said before. "Oh, and those _wonderful_ nipple-clamps! Thank you, Suzy, so much! You can't imagine the pleasure they gave me - it was as if my whole body were on fire." I turned on my side and held out to her my arms in their long silver gloves. "Oh, I do love you!" I cried. "And I love you too, Kimiko!" At once she joined me on the couch, and her strong arms crushed me against her naked body, our tongues fighting with each other as we kissed passionately. Gradually I turned onto my back, relishing the sting of the rough cloth against my tender skin as Suzy lay above me, pressing her hips onto mine and rubbing herself against me. Of course I had enjoyed occasional experimentation with my school-friends, so innocent that one could hardly call it lesbian, exploring each other's bodies and wondering at the growth of our young breasts and the first down between our legs, but - apart from the little exhibition performance with Shizue at the love-hotel, designed to stimulate our shared lover into further efforts - this was the first time I had tried sex with an adult woman. Suzy had been so kind to me, and her strong body felt so good against mine, that I just hugged her to me and let her do whatever she wanted. After a while she disentangled herself from my arms and slid slowly down the length of my passive body, kissing and sucking me as a man would do. I felt her clever tongue probing and licking between my legs. Soon my silver hands were playing with her short golden hair as I gently directed her head to the places where I most longed for her skilful touch. "Oh, darling Suzy, let me do it to you too!" I exclaimed after a while, feeling guilty at letting her do all the work. She looked up and nodded eagerly. The couch was too narrow for our enthusiastic love-making and we were soon rolling over the carpeted floor, my head firmly clamped between her sinewy thighs as I pushed through her other patch of golden hair - Suzy was a natural blonde with pubic hair beautifully soft compared with my springy black curls - eagerly seeking the strong, sweaty flavour of a _gaijin_ cunt. "Oh, it _is_ nice with another girl!" I sighed contentedly when later we paused for a while. "I never realised quite _how_ nice." "Well, I'm so glad you let me be the one to teach you," said Suzy from my other end, where she was dabbling her clever fingers in my soaking cunt. "I've always been a lesbian, I think, but I've only recently discovered what fun Japanese girls are." "M'm, are we?" "Of course you are - you all love sex, and once I manage to get through all that pretty false modesty it's _so_ nice ..." She gave my pussy a little kiss. "I found out only a few months ago," she continued. "I'm an actress, you see, and I got a job on a joint American-Japanese production, and that brought me here ... I had a lovely lesbian scene with a delicious young Japanese actress. Unfortunately she's gone now, married to some man ..." We sucked each other a little more, I trying to console her for the loss of her girlfriend. "Have you really never done it with a girl before?" she asked after a while. "Well, hardly. At school a bit, of course - but all the girls do that. Once recently with a friend, just to tease a man we were sharing ..." "_Men_! Who needs them?" said Suzy indignantly. "Well, they do have things we don't," I said reasonably. "Oh, if _that's_ what you want ..." said Suzy. She scrambled clumsily to her feet, nearly kicking me in the process. From the floor I could just see her run to the mantelpiece over the empty fireplace. She returned with an object in pink plastic, a model of a large erect cock, which she buckled round her waist with a pair of straps. "Try _this_ for size!" she commanded. I sat up on my knees, reaching for the dildo. It was enormous, and I longed to feel it inside me. "Oh, _yes_!" I begged. "Where? How? Oh, darling Suzy, fuck me for ever and ever ..." She positioned me leaning on my hands against the stone-tiled wall beside the fireplace, my body almost horizontal, my legs slightly apart in their silver high-heels, presenting my arse and pussy to her at a convenient height. "Will it be nice for you, too?" I asked, conscience-stricken at the thought that I could do nothing for her in return. "Oh, yes, don't worry about that. The other end is very stimulating against my clit. Now, you asked for it and here it comes." It was as well my pussy was well lubricated with her saliva and my own juice, because she jerked the rounded end of the dildo into me without preparation, quickly sliding the full length of the plastic deep into my cunt. The sensation was fantastic and she rode me as eagerly as a man - more so as she never had to hold back to postpone orgasm. Clearly each thrust gave her as much pleasure as it did me, and we were soon sobbing together with desire as her crotch slapped rhythmically against my arse. The thought that the plastic dildo would never tire and that this glorious fucking could go on for as long as we both wanted it to was marvellously exciting, though I must admit a corner of my mind regretted that I would not have that special moment when a lover can resist you no longer and you feel his cum begin to force its way up his cock on the point of bursting, hot and unstoppable, into whichever hole he is using. Suddenly I heard the door open behind me. "All right, Suzy, you've had your turn," said my Master's voice. "She's mine now." Grumbling, Suzy withdrew the dildo from my cunt. I turned, and fell to my knees. The Master was naked, his erect cock even larger than the plastic one with which Suzy had been pleasuring me. I could not take my eyes off it, not even to look at his face and guess what orders he had for me. I crept over the carpet towards the wonderful thing, longing for it, reaching out for it as soon as I was close enough, stroking it with my silver-gloved hands, kissing it, cuddling it against my breasts ... At last I managed to look up at his face. "Oh, Master, please take me with this. I must feel it inside me - now. Then punish me any way you like for my presumption, but first fuck me. Use me. Use your slave." He said nothing, but I took his smile as permission. I bent again over his magnificent cock, working on it in earnest, licking and kissing the tip as I prepared to start it on its long journey into my mouth and down my throat. Once I was holding it firmly between my lips my hands were free for other duties: with one I tickled and lifted his beautiful balls, still full I hoped of creamy cum which my love would soon draw from him; the other crept slowly round his buttocks till a finger could caress his anus. Did I dare to penetrate it? I had no experience - what a pity I had not asked Sachiko to teach me, while I had the chance, what a girl could do to a man there that gave him so much pleasure. Meanwhile the tip of his enormous cock had reached the back of my throat. I concentrated on lowering my tongue and prepared to swallow. "Just a moment, Kimiko," said his voice, "let me lie down first." Gently he freed himself from my hands and mouth, then reclined on the carpet, resting his head against the sofa so that he could see me at work. I was vaguely aware that other guests were looking at us through the open door, coming closer to watch. I paid no attention. Kneeling now in front him on the carpet, I concentrated on pulling his cock back into my mouth. Again I prepared to swallow it, silently thanking Bob Williams who all those weeks ago had taught me how. But my Master's organ was so huge that I had difficulty opening my throat wide enough to receive it. I felt I was bound to choke - how dreadful it would be to reject, however involuntarily, something I so adored! At last the head of his cock was in, past my unreliable throat muscles, and I could concentrate on drawing the rest of the glorious length deep, deep inside me. I was kneeling with my face almost buried in his stomach, but from above me I could hear groans of pleasure. How wonderful to know that I was doing it the way he liked! I pushed my lips further and further down the magnificent shaft, feeling it snake its way along my throat till the head must surely be emerging into my stomach. At last my chin was pressing against his huge balls. I hugged them gently with my silver hands, wishing my mouth were big enough to take them too. I felt rather than heard the Master give an order to Suzy. In a moment she was kneeling behind me, her hands firmly pulling apart the cheeks of my arse as she wriggled into the right position. Then the thick plastic cock began to squirm into my cunt again, still wet with the juice it had evoked only a few minutes ago. I felt myself helplessly pinned by these two huge weapons forced deep into me - one whose permanent erection could pleasure me for ever if I wished it, the other the adored tube of flesh which it was my duty and delight to worship. From behind me I could hear Suzy letting out whoops of excitement as she pressed the dildo into me, its other end rhythmically pulsing as she did so against her clitoris. My Master's groans of pleasure were now increasing, and suddenly I felt his hands seize my head, taking control of my movements up and down his shaft. My tongue flickered over the part which occupied my mouth, while the tightness of my throat muscles, in their frustrated urge to gag and choke, squeezed and caressed the central portion of his cock. Oh, if only this could last for ever, like my penetration by Suzy's artificial cock! But soon I sensed the approach of that glorious moment which, for all its durability, the plastic dildo cannot give. The movement of his cock became faster and more urgent; and then the spurting cum began to force its way up the narrow channel, swelling it further inside the tight sleeve of my throat. As he came, he gradually raised my head, withdrawing from me, baptising my throat, my mouth and my tongue with streams of delicious fuck. For a few moments he was all mine, helpless in my tight embrace. Gradually I released him, relishing every drop I could tease from him. I knew what I must do. As he left my mouth I waved Suzy away, and as soon has she had withdrawn scrambled up and squatted over his cock, drawing it quickly into my cunt before it could lose its potency. Gasping with this new pleasure, I rode him hard and fast. At first I was leaning forward, pressing my gloved hands into the carpet, but then I suddenly changed position, leaning back so that my cunt muscles could grip his cock firmly and bend it forward to fit snugly inside me. Soon his hands were holding my hips, pulling me forward again; I squatted now with my body upright, my silver arms waving above my head in a gesture of triumphant submission as I rose and fell under his guidance. Suddenly my Master turned his head towards the watchers in the doorway and, in a hoarse voice, called out some words which I did not catch. A man stepped forward and pressed something into his right hand. Could it be ...? Oh, Gods, it _was_! I felt the riding-crop slash viciously into my arse as my rider spurred me on to even greater efforts. I lifted my hips as high as I dared till only the head of his cock was inside my pussy, then lowered my cunt firmly down its whole glorious length in a single movement, to be rewarded by another fiery stroke from the crop. Again and again I repeated the sequence, earning my wonderful reward, shamelessly screaming with happiness. At last it was over and I reluctantly pulled myself away from him. Suzy, still wearing nothing but her strapped-on dildo, kissed me passionately - her tongue seeking any remains of the Master's cum which I had not yet swallowed - and wiped the sweat and fuck from my body with a couple of the wet towels brought in by the pretty nude Filipina maids. Shyly I lay down on the carpet again beside my Master. He smiled and put his arm loosely round me. "You were good, Slave," he said. "Thank you, Master," I said as I snuggled against his chest. "I loved everything you ... and your friends ... did to me. But -" I looked anxiously up at his face, hoping I was not about to be presumptuous "- there is one other thing you could do to me. One place your cock has not entered me." "Up your arse, you mean? You would like that?" I nodded silently. My heart was thudding against him - he must feel it and understand how I longed for him to use me there. That evening he had bound me, whipped me, come in my mouth and cunt, pissed on me and given me freely for his friends to use. Surely he would know how I longed for him to make my experience perfect and complete. Suddenly his hand moved down my back and his fingers entered the cleft between my buttocks. One began to probe gently at the entrance to my arsehole - just as I had done to him earlier. "I'm afraid you're too narrow for me, Kimiko," he said, "it'd hurt you too much." "How can I be hurt too much by you?" I asked indignantly, pulling away from him but still pressing my arse against his maddeningly arousing finger. "You know I adore it when you hurt me. I -" I began to choke and sob in my sadness and indignation. Surely he could understand. "Yes?" he said gently, pulling me back towards him by his hand on my buttocks, while the finger continued to tease me. "I love you, Master," I said. "I worship your cock, and your whips. I want to submit to you in every way a girl can. Oh, _please_. Tie me up, screw the beautiful clamps to my nipples, whip me, fuck my bottom and make me scream." He looked at me tenderly. "Very well, Kimiko," he said. "You shall have your wish. But not here. We will go home now. Go and get ready." A girl stepped forward and took me to the bathroom. It was Shizue: I had noticed her with Tomoko among the crowd as I made my first entry into the big room hours ago, but had been too busy with my own pleasures to look at her closely. She was wearing a shiny black dress cut low to reveal her pert breasts fully, the flared skirt so short that it did not quite cover her crotch. She looked charming and I could make out some pretty whip-marks on her bottom. She signalled to one of the nude housemaids to bring my dress from where it had been stored. "Oh, Shizue!" I said with a deep sigh once we were alone together, "how can I thank you for letting me come here? It's been pure heaven ... and when I think of what is to come, when I'm alone with the Master ... I'm so happy I can't bear it!" "You've given us all a good time too," she said. "Tomoko and I were so proud of you. And I'm sure you've passed your Test, though it's for the Master to say, of course, once he's really finished with you later tonight. Then you'll be free to join us at our Friday night meetings whenever you like." "Are they always held in this house? And where am I, anyway?" "I'm not allowed to tell you that yet. But as soon as the Master as your examiner tonight has passed you as fit to join us, you'll be told where to come next Friday. Tomoko and I will be there as your sponsors, of course, and will invite you to give us a special display." "What sort of display?" I asked anxiously. Was this yet another Test? "That's up to you. You must think of some way of showing us what you can do. Of course your special talent is as a submissive, so you have to find some way of making everyone want to use you - never mind, we'll all help you. Now there's one thing I want to tell you, while we're alone. Once you've been introduced and are really one of us, I'm going to invite you somewhere very special as a reward. Have you ever heard of the Paradise Club?" I gazed at her in amazement. Of course I had heard of the Paradise Club: Sachiko had mentioned it as the ultimate dream of girls who had become addicted to every kind of uninhibited and bizarre sex in public, but had obviously not thought to tell Shizue in her report on our encounter. Now I was going to see it! Fortunately Shizue did not wait for an answer. "It's a very private club and not many people know of it. I recently became a member. That's where I go on my own some evenings after work, don't you see? It's a fantastic place: only the sexiest girls and the handsomest men are allowed to join - and the girls have to be completely nude _all_ the time and do _anything_ the men want them to do! With everyone watching, of course." "It sounds _wonderful_!" I said. "And are you really going to take me there?" "_If_ the Master says you've passed your third Test," she added firmly. "But I'm sure he will. You must promise me not to tell anyone, though. Especially not Tomoko. She'd be very jealous because I haven't taken her there. She wants me to, of course, but I'm not sure she's up to the Club's standard. Not yet, anyway." "Of course ..." I thought for a moment. "Doing anything the men want, does that include, you know, being whipped and things like that?" "Oh, _yes_!" she replied eagerly. "There's a beautiful torture chamber equipped with absolutely _everything_ a girl could ask for. I spend most of my time at the Club in there, actually, and I expect you will too ... some of the Gentlemen members are really expert sadists, and when they learn about your special tastes you'll be _so_ popular." A few minutes later, cleaned and refreshed, and once more squeezed into my beautiful silver dress, I was seated beside the Master in his car, my eyes closed as he threaded his way through the residential streets and I dreamt of the wonderful things that were still to be done to me. == I lay helpless on my Master's bed, my hands tied behind my back and my knees and elbows roped together as they had been two weeks ago for David's pleasure. And for mine too, of course. Round my waist and neck were broad belts in stiff black leather, buckled almost too tight to endure - but not quite. "Undress," my Master had commanded curtly as we entered his bedroom. I did so immediately of course, peeling the tight silver skirt from my bottom as I stood in the doorway. I had lost my little g-string at the party, of course, and didn't want it anyway: the time for such coquetry was past. I left the dress where it fell and walked confidently, naked apart from my gloves and my silver heels, to the bed. I felt ready for anything - but above all for the culmination of our love-making which he had promised. My anus, so small and tight that even a finger had difficulty entering it, felt ticklish as I imagined the assault of his huge, wonderful cock. My Master made me wait for it. He ordered me to stand, feet apart, with my back to the end of the big bed. He opened a drawer and showed me a set of straps and belts in black leather. One broad collar fitted snugly round my neck, the stiff leather obliging me to hold my head up proudly. Then he bound my hands behind my back with a narrow strap, clipping it to my collar with a short chain so my wrists were pulled up high and my shoulders forced back. Another broad belt fitted tightly round my waist, and I saw him nod, satisfied that I was decorated as he wished. For a few minutes I was left alone, facing the gallery of ecstatic girls who, through being whipped and fucked in this room, had entered their private Paradise. I so longed to be found worthy to join them. My Master suddenly appeared again in my line of vision. He was holding something in his hands - something I guessed would prove very exciting but which I could not see while the leather decorations I was wearing forced me to hold my head so high. He smiled. "Have you ever felt one of these?" he asked gently. "I think you'll like it." He raised his hands till the thing they were holding was level with my eyes. It was another strap, but much longer and more flexible than the ones he had used to bind me. It was broad, too - four or five centimetres, I guessed. Slowly he twisted the belt to and fro, showing me how soft and yet how cruel it was. My skin began to tingle as I longed to feel its length sizzling round my bottom and thighs, moulding itself tightly to me as its surface kissed me with sweetly agonising pain. "Oh, Master, it's so beautiful - please teach me!" "Very well, Slave, if you are ready." "I am always ready for you, Master - surely you know that." "That is a good Slave. It is a pleasure to punish you. Have you any last requests before I begin?" "Only that you whip me as hard and as long as possible, Master. And -" "And?" "And that you remember your promise, Master," I added with great daring. "My promise?" "Your promise to let me take your wonderful cock into my poor little bottom." "I shall not forget." He wound the end of the strap a few times round his right fist, and slashed the belt a few times experimentally through the air. I almost fainted with excitement at the thought of what it would mean to feel it embrace my eager flesh. I did not have long to wait. I sensed my Master take up position behind me, his feet wide apart, the strap dangling from his right hand. Then, preceded by a rush of air lasting only milliseconds, it struck me. A band of red fire burnt its way at an angle across my buttocks, then, as the flexible leather turned and fitted snugly round me, over my crotch just above my clitoris before ending on my left hip. The embrace slackened and the belt fell away, only to snake round me and hold me blissfully again, and yet again. This was a broad-brush painting of agony onto my delighted body, different from the delicate lines exquisitely written into my flesh by David's cane. As always I had to endure a couple of strokes of pure anguish before I began to respond with the warm flow of pleasure which flooded through me from some mysterious source and mingled wonderfully with the pain. But I should not say "endure" - I was learning to love the pain too and to wish there was a way of making it last longer, of postponing the pleasure. Some corner of my mind was thinking that I should find some way of exploring the sexual possibilities of pain for its own sake, rather than as a mere trigger for pleasure. But the rest of me was overwhelmed with happiness; I could hear my voice begging my Master to hurt me more, beat me harder - and screaming with joy when he did. The wonderful strap moved up my body, caressing my back and even my breasts; then down again almost as low as my knees, inspiring me to move my feet apart in their silver heels so that it could lovingly torment each thigh in turn. But there was nothing to equal the feel of the beautiful thing embracing my bottom and hips, leaving its broad band of hot desire every time it fell away and my Master prepared to strike me again. Even the most perfect experience comes to an end, and at last my eyes focussed on my Master, standing in front of me smiling, with the strap dangling from his hand. "Did you enjoy that, Slave?" he asked gently. He was naked. I did not remember when he had undressed. I fell to my knees, somehow avoiding falling over despite my bound hands. His cock, hugely erect, was pointing towards my lips. "I trust it pleased my Master to punish his Slave," I replied, after a few false starts. "It pleased me. As you see." His free hand gestured vaguely towards his erection. "Now I shall reward you." "You mean ..." "Now I shall fuck your arse. As you requested. It will give me much pleasure to enter such a narrow hole, and it will hurt you terribly. But it is what you want." I tore my gaze away from his cock and looked up at his face. "Oh, please hurt me, Master. Use me. To be used by you is my greatest joy." "Suck me first." Quickly I lowered my head as best I could to the task. I teased him, taking him a little way into my mouth, then drawing him in more deeply and making as if to swallow the glorious thick length into my throat, then tickling the sensitive underside with little kisses from my flickering tongue. He began to groan and to sway where he stood. Suddenly, afraid I suppose that he could not resist much longer the temptation to come in my mouth, he pulled roughly away from me and helped me to my feet. So it came about that I lay, bound and helpless, on my Master's bed, offering my arsehole to his well lubricated cock. My bottom felt hot, and was still tingling deliciously from the attentions of the strap. Was this just an illusion and part of my pleasure in the whipping, or would I actually feel hot to his touch? "God, Kimiko, you should see yourself," he was saying. "Your bottom is bright red. Beautiful! And so _hot_!" I could feel his strong hands caressing my tortured flesh, bringing back memories. "I can't wait to get in there." Nor did he. His hands parted my buttocks, and the head of his cock, drenched in my saliva, began to press imperiously against my little rosebud. I tried to open it for him but my help was of little use. Soon the splendid pillar of meat was forcing its way through, up - up into my very centre. My narrow tube embraced the flaming lance which was transfixing me. I seemed to be screaming again, begging him to stop, not to stop, to use me, hurt me ... His voice too seemed to be raised in a thin scream, babbling of the beauty of his progress up my body. At last the skin of my bottom, highly sensitised by the hours of whipping it had received that evening, detected the prickle of his hair as he reached full penetration. For a while we lay still together, hardly speaking except to say how much we loved each other. Yes, my Master was telling me that he loved me, and calling me by my name! I was no longer his Slave - except of course that I _was_, willingly and with all my heart - but his partner in the creation of beauty and pleasure. Gradually he began to move again, pulling carefully a little way out of my anus only to thrust back into me, perhaps just a little further still than he had managed when entering me the first time. When he was certain that I could tolerate the movement, and that he did not risk damaging me permanently by pulling my anal passage inside-out, he became bolder, thrusting and retreating vigorously. I felt no pain any more - just a wonderful warmth, as if the heat of my tormented bottom was pouring through my anus and flooding my whole body. And of course the incredible fullness that I had experienced with David, made all the more perfect by the huge size of my Master's cock. Again I was overcome by the desire to be squeezed as I was squeezing him; to be corseted as tightly as I could endure it - no, tighter than that, much _much_ tighter, so tight that I would faint in breathless joy. Now of course, thanks to my new friend Sachiko, I had the outfit I wanted. Next Friday I would display myself in it for the pleasure of my new friends. Oh, my waist would be so tiny, my breasts and bottom would stand out so proudly, ready for my friends to use for their pleasure ... Meanwhile I was gasping with delight as my Master rode me harder than ever. The sensation of being ridden made me long to be whipped again with the riding crop. It was too late to ask for that now, but some pain I must have. "Oh, darling, please pinch my nipples!" I begged. His hands were already stroking my breasts, and now he responded to my need, sending a cool edge of pain to mingle with the heavenly warmth spreading from my anus. At last I could tell that we were approaching the end. He was trying to hold back but his heart was beating fast; I could feel his erection thickening, filling my arse even more tightly as the cum began to force its way up from his balls. I pressed my bottom as firmly as I could against his crotch, begging him to burst me apart, to fill me to the brim with his wonderful fuck. And then it happened: I could feel the mighty erection shooting bolts of hot cum way up my intestines, so powerfully that I almost expected to taste it spurting up my throat into my mouth. It was over. He had taken all three of my holes in one evening. I was complete. == "Could a girl live on cum, do you think?" I asked as, free at last from my bonds, I knelt in the shower helping my Master wash. "I don't see why not," he said. "It's nutritious and full of vitamin E. Of course, you'd need quite a lot of men - one man couldn't keep you satisfied." "Even you?" "Even me." "What a wonderful idea!" I said, beginning to imagine it. "A lot of men. A whole stable of them. Whenever I'm hungry, I command a dozen or so to parade in front of me, erect. Sometimes I suck the cum from them, sometimes I order them to masturbate for me. And when I'm thirsty, I have three or four always standing by, ready to pee into my mouth." "And when _you_ want to piss, you just summon a man and tell him to put his mouth to your bottom and receive it." "So it just goes from him to me and from me back to him! How lovely!" "Let's try it now," said my Master. Quickly I took up position, leaning backwards as I squatted on my heels, avoiding the spray from the shower and holding my mouth eagerly open. Soon, for the second time in one evening, the hot stream from his now softened penis was pouring into me and I was gulping it down delightedly. Despite the warmth, it tasted salty but refreshing, like one of those canned drinks designed to replace minerals lost by athletes. Once the last drops had spattered over my face, we finished washing and dried each other with the big bath-towels. "Tell me when you're ready," he said, looking down at me with a slight smile. He had filled me so full with his golden stream that I could already feel my bladder swelling uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, Master," I said, blushing and acting a little coy as I looked away from him, "but I think I need to ... you know ... to pee ..." "Good!" he said. "Come into the bedroom and give it to me. Every drop." He lay on his back and I straddled his face, feeling the tip of his tongue flirting with my little pee-hole, teasing it as I tried to persuade my muscles to obey my unaccustomed order to let go while squatting on a bed. At last the flow began, and I could feel through his lips the strong throat-muscles gulping it down. "Was that nice?" I asked shyly as we lay together again. "Lovely," he said. Then he sat up, and reached for his watch. "Get some clothes on, I'll drive you home." As I sorted through my two outfits - my party dress and my office uniform - I remembered that my mother would still be awake. She would be puzzled to see me return from a party still dressed for the office - but my dress was so _very_ sexy and revealing. I did not want her to disapprove and try to interfere with my choice of clothes in future. I decided she would have to get used to modern fashions, but to be on the safe side wore my dress with office tights and panties. When the Mercedes had pulled up at the side of the street near my house, my Master reached across and kissed me, his free hand sliding under the top of my dress and caressing my breasts. "Thank you for everything you did to me," I said. "You were good." "I can't wait till next Friday." "Yes, you'll be doing your display, won't you?" My heart nearly missed a beat as it occurred to me that he had just told me I had passed my final Test. "Will you help me, Master?" "Of course." I let out a deep sigh of contentment. Then I suddenly thought of something. "I'm hungry," I said. He understood at once what I meant. "Better not here," he said. "There's too much light. People might see - your neighbours." "I don't care if they see," I said. "I _want_ them to." He looked at me for a moment, then pushed the passenger seat as far back as it would go. He carefully climbed over from the driver's seat, while I knelt as best I could on the thick carpet between his legs. I unzipped his trousers and freed his cock, already half erect. With one hand I pulled apart the bow of my halter-neck, letting the little silver triangles fall forward and stroking his erection to full strength with my bare breasts, masturbating him with them as Sachiko had taught me at the Pink Salon a few days earlier. It felt good. In any case, in my cramped position it would not be easy to get my mouth down low enough to suck him properly. I was beginning to wriggle down when I realised I had almost left it too late: he was close to coming. His hands were on my back now, pressing my body against him and making it difficult for me to move. When he came I was able to catch some of it on my tongue, but most of his cum spattered over my breasts. When he released me I dabbled my fingers in it and licked them. "That was nice," I said. "I wish I could keep it there forever." Somehow we scrambled back into our seats. I noticed a ladder starting on my left knee. It was so much better anyway without tights, or underwear. "Want a tissue?" "Thank you. I suppose I must make myself look respectable before I go in. I wish I didn't have to, though." "So why do it?" "You mean, just go home half naked, with my face and breasts covered in your cum, and say 'Look, everyone, it's the new me'?" "Well, you've got to tell them sometime." "Yes, but I've only recently discovered the truth about myself. I don't think I know yet how to explain it. Anyway, perhaps my mother's beginning to guess. My sister certainly knows. And my father doesn't need to, of course." "Well, don't leave it too long." "No. Anyway, thank you for all the fantastic fucking, and the whipping." "And the pissing." "And that too. Promise to do it all to me again next Friday. _Especially_ the whipping. I know I'll dream every night about being a Slave again, being punished by my cruel Master. I've got to think of a display for you all, haven't I? But being your Slave has to be part of it. You will be the cruellest and most sadistic Master there ever was, won't you, always thinking of clever new ways of torturing me? Please promise!" "I promise, Slave. Goodnight." "Goodnight, Master." My mother was drinking tea, and reading the evening edition of the _Mainichi Shimbun_ with half an eye on the television, when I came in. As I expected my father had not yet returned from his business entertaining. "Hello, dear," she said, "Was that your new boyfriend bringing you home? I thought I heard a car." "Well, it was someone I met at the party who kindly drove me back," I said as I knelt beside her at the table and reached for the teapot. "Was it a nice party?" "Yes, thank you. Lots of my friends were there." "I'm glad you have so many friends now. I was a bit worried you weren't meeting enough people ... That's a nice dress." "Oh, it's nothing much ... something I bought recently," I said, very much aware that in my kneeling position the tight silver skirt was hardly covering my bottom. "They're very short again, aren't they?" she asked, looking me over with a touch of severity. "Yes," I said firmly, determined to take this opportunity to forestall criticism of my new wardrobe. "All the girls are wearing skirts like this. Even shorter, sometimes." "That's nice, dear," she said absently, returning her attention to the television. "They were very short when I was your age. I always thought it was a pity the fashion changed. The girls looked so nice in them ... Of course in my time we had the A-line skirts, not the little things cut tight round the bottom that you young people wear now. I suppose that's how I got to know your father." I looked at her in surprise, not quite sure how to respond. "But you be careful, dear. Have a good time while you can, but remember marriage means a home and a steady income. Just liking sex with each other doesn't last." I was beginning to feel quite embarrassed. "Is the bath ready?" I asked, to change the subject. "Yes. I was keeping it hot for your father, but he won't be back for a while yet. You'd better use it. I always try to get your father to use it before he comes to bed. Otherwise there's a smell of what he's been doing, and with whom ..." She looked at me severely again, and I was afraid she could somehow detect what _I_ had been doing, and how imperfectly I had managed to clean my face and breasts. But had they done things like that in her day too? This was getting even more embarrassing. "You didn't invent it, you know, dear, just because you've started to enjoy it so much," she said as I left the room. "But I'm glad you're having a nice time." [Next in Part 18: Chapter XVIII: The Pink Pussycat] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams