I AM NOT ASHAMED 19 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO CHAPTER XIX On Display Now that I had passed my final Test, it seemed that there was no longer any prohibition on discussing future arrangements with Shizue and Tomoko. In fact we seemed to gossip about little else during slack periods at the office. Because I am so stupid about these things Shizue had to explain to me carefully the difference between what had happened to me last week and what I was expected to do on Friday. "Last week was a Test, don't you see. And we appointed a Master to examine you. He reported to us that you had passed, so now you are a full member of our group." "Yes, I see that. I loved the things he and the others all did to me. Will they do them again on Friday or will it be different?" "It will be different," said Shizue patiently, "because this time you will be making a presentation. Of your own free will. Showing us all the things you like doing best, and inviting us to do the things you most like having done to you." "Oh dear, I do hope I manage all right." "Don't worry, you will. And Tomoko and I will be there to help you. We're your sponsors: we found you and recommended you, and you didn't let us down. You passed your Tests beautifully, remember?" "Will the Master be there too?" "Yes, of course. He will always be your Master and at our meetings you will always be his Slave. You must obey him totally." "Is he your Master too, Shizue?" "Oh no, our friends chose another Master for me when I was Tested -" She fell silent and seemed almost to forget where she was, lost for a while in some beautiful memory. Tactfully I turned to Tomoko. "Is it the same for the men? Do they have to be Tested before they can join?" "Yes, of course!" she said excitedly. "It's exactly the same for them. We choose a Mistress for each man and he has to be a totally obedient Slave to her - in the Test and for ever after so long as he stays in the group." "Are you a Mistress to anyone, Tomoko?" I asked, amused by her enthusiasm. "Do you have Slaves to obey you?" "Tomoko has one Slave," said Shizue, rejoining the conversation. "Tell Kimiko about him." "Oh, he's _so_ handsome," said Tomoko, giggling and blushing. "He's actually a Member of the House of Councillors. You'll recognise him when you meet him: he used to be a famous television personality - that's how he got elected to the Diet. It was lovely testing him, but the others are mean and say I passed him too easily. That's why they haven't let me be a Mistress again. But he's still _my_ Slave, and they can't take him away from me." "Tomoko has a special instruction for him," added Shizue. "Most of us just give orders to our Slaves when we feel like it, but Tomoko has told her Slave that as soon as he sees her, at every meeting of our Group, he is to stop whatever he is doing and kneel down and kiss her toes." "And then he has to say, 'Mistress, is it your pleasure to whip me tonight?'," said Tomoko through her giggles, "and I say 'Later, Slave. You may rise now'. And later on, when he's being very pompous and probably talking politics with the other men, which isn't allowed really, I go up to him and just look at him sternly =" she gave such a pretty demonstration of a stern look that I was sure it would have enslaved any man "- and I say '_Now_!', and he has to prepare at once to be whipped." "Is he being invited to the Company New Year Party?" asked Shizue. "Oh, _yes_, he _is_!" said Tomoko delightedly. "I checked with a girl in the General Affairs Department and he's been on the list ever since he got elected and always comes." I had heard about the Shinagawa Electronics Corporation's annual New Year Party. It took place in a vast hotel ballroom: about three thousand people were invited and the whole affair cost about twenty-five million yen, not counting the present - usually the Company's latest product - which each guest would receive, neatly wrapped up in the Company paper and carrier-bag, on departure. We OLs would all have to be there, sweetly looking after the Company's guests. "Oh, I'm _so_ looking forward to that!" Tomoko was continuing. "He doesn't know I work here. When he comes in I'll give him the Company smile and bow, of course, but when I straighten up I'll change at once to my stern Mistress look, just for a moment." She demonstrated again, charmingly. "I'm hoping I've got him so well trained by now that he just might forget where he is and kneel down and kiss my feet in front of everybody!" She collapsed into giggles once more, but then managed to add, "and of course if he doesn't I'll have _such_ fun punishing him for his disobedience the following Friday." I enjoyed all this discussion very much, and sometimes I thought how much nicer it was than in the old days when Shizue and Tomoko had not trusted me and thought me stuck-up and prudish, but it gave me very little to go on in deciding what to do on Friday. So I was very grateful to my friend Noriko for her offer of help. I called on her at the Marucho Film Company on Wednesday evening, and she took me straight to Matsumoto-san in the costume department. I showed her the outfit I proposed to wear and she tut-tutted about shoddy workmanship, adjusting and strengthening the seams till the corset fitted exquisitely tightly round my waist and enhanced my naked breasts and bottom delightfully. She let me talk through my ideas and then helped me clarify them. First I wanted to present myself as a perfect model of submission, exciting my audience with my deliciously painful stance. Matsumoto-san suggested improvements, and lent me further bondage items from her stock. Then later I would offer myself to be used by my new friends, and we worked out a scenario. Finally she insisted that I should call on her the following week, to return the borrowed items and to give her a full account of how I had got on. "And I'm sure your friends will make a video," she said. "You bring me a copy. I want to see it, and I think other people here will want to as well." She looked meaningfully at Noriko as she said that, but it was only much later that I understood what she had in mind. My heart was beating painfully with anticipation when the following Friday I arrived, well ahead of time, at the address I had been given. I at once recognised the house as the scene of my Test the previous week. Shizue and Tomoko entered soon afterwards, and my wonderful Master had promised to be there to witness my preparation. I gave the two girls an account of what I planned to do, and they were wide-eyed with admiration and excitement. "It's wonderfully clever, Kimiko," said Tomoko, "but are you sure you can bear it for so long?" "I'll try," I said modestly. "Of course she can!" said Shizue. "She's a real submissive, aren't you Kimiko? Just imagine how beautiful she'll look, forbidden to move and suffering so exquisitely for _hours_." It was time to begin. I changed out of my office uniform into my corset, gloves and boots. When I was satisfied with their glossy skin-tight fit, I prepared myself for the next stage of my bondage. On my instructions my friends fixed my elbows tightly together behind my back with a pair of silver handcuffs. They were designed for sadists to use on girls like me, and the chain between the cuffs had been specially shortened so that my elbows met, forcing my breasts forward and my shoulders back. Already I could feel the pain, but there would be so much more to come - building gradually into a tidal wave of exquisite agony which would overwhelm me before the evening was over. Then I stepped onto the little platform placed for me beside the doors to the main room of the house. The tight fit of my boots made my feet seem tiny, and the wonderfully high heels forced them into a curve elegant enough to delight the most demanding fetishist. Balancing on the very tips of my toes and on the high pointed heels I placed my little feet neatly together: the platform was just big enough to support them, and was to be my home for the next few hours. With silver straps which contrasted prettily with my black boots my friends tied my thighs, knees and ankles tightly together. My Master arrived then, and complimented me on my charming appearance. "Please tighten my corset for me," I said. His strong hands could force the buckles together far more tightly than the girls had managed to do. My little waist, of which I was so proud, was tinier than I had ever known it. I was so constricted now by the lovely cruel corset that I could take only little shallow breaths. One of the girls fitted the high black collar, lent by Matsumoto-san, tightly round my neck, adding to the sense of constriction and helplessness which was already stimulating me so powerfully. I could feel love-juice beginning to collect in my cunt: I had not reckoned with that, and realised only now that the gentle tickle as it overflowed and dripped slowly down my bare thighs above the tops of my boots would be another minor torment to add to all the others I had committed myself to enduring. "May I have the tray now, please?" This was another prop borrowed from Matsumoto-san: a square tray in shiny black lacquer such as a housemaid would use to serve drinks. Indeed my discussion with Melody at the Pink Pussycat had first put into my mind the thought of presenting myself in such servitude. The tray had long curved handles fixed to two sides, designed so that I could grasp them in my hands from behind my back. But a rehearsal in Matsumoto-san's room had shown that, with my elbows chained tightly together by the cuffs, my hands became too weak to support the tray firmly enough. Of course I wanted to submit myself to the trial but Matsumoto-san had persuaded me there was no point in being unrealistic, and had arranged two pretty silver chains stretching from the outer corners of the tray to a ring in my collar. So long as I held my head high and kept it in the exact position without moving a millimetre, the tray would remain steady and horizontal. "You look very desirable like that, Kimiko," said my Master. "I think there's nothing left now except the gag. Is there anything you want to say before we insert it?" "Master, will you please order me to remain motionless like this?" "Kimiko, you are supposed to be offering this presentation to us from you own free will. If I have to instruct you to do it, will that not spoil the beauty of your voluntary submission?" "Master, it would strengthen my resolve if I knew that it was your will too." "Very well, Slave. You are so ordered." "Thank you, Master. And ..." "Another request, Slave? Really, this impertinence may have to be severely punished." "I am so sorry, Master. But if I may ... it would make my submission even more complete, I think, if I were not allowed to know how long it is to last. If I stand here counting the minutes till my release, would it not detract from the perfection of the suffering I wish to offer? But to know only that I must continue until it pleases you to end it ..." "Very well, Slave. I shall go away and forget all about you, and you will remain here in agony until I happen to think of releasing you." "Thank you, Master. You are always so good to me. I am ready to be gagged now." They slipped the penis-shaped gag into my waiting mouth so that it rested on my tongue, and bound the straps firmly behind my head. It was fat and filled my mouth, but was not quite long enough to touch the back of my throat. For the next few hours - exactly how long was now for my Master to decide - I would be able to breathe only shallowly through my nose, and would have to swallow my accumulating saliva carefully so as not to choke. I had of course thought of asking to be deprived of all sensory perception during my ordeal, but had found that I needed to be able to see if I was to maintain my balance on my little platform. And of course I secretly did want to see, and hear, the others' reactions to my appearance! From somewhere down below me I heard a sound of metal. My high tight collar made it difficult to lower my head - and once my tray was loaded I would have to avoid even the slightest movement - but I could just see at the edge of my vision Shizue passing something silvery to my Master. "Here is something you didn't request," he said, "though perhaps you should have done. Suzy tells me you have unusually sensitive breasts, and can give yourself an orgasm just by fondling them." I remembered revealing my secret to her the week before. Obviously she had passed it on - but then she was right to do so. I had no secrets here: my sensuality belonged totally to my new friends to use and develop as they wished. Shizue, too, had noticed my sensitivity during our recent love-making and had half-promised me some special experience. Now my Master was holding up in front of my eyes whatever it was Shizue had passed him. I saw a pair of silver discs like those which had been screwed to my nipples on my last visit to this house - but these each had a delicate chain attached, at the end of which was swinging a little silver bell. They tinkled prettily as my Master swung them lightly in front of my face; then he lowered his hands and gently fixed the little plates to my breasts. The lovely pain began to flood through me again. I wanted to beg him to screw the devices to a higher setting, but of course I could say nothing. He left them as they were, the silver chains swinging and the bells tinkling, then gradually falling silent. I knew without being told what the bells meant, of course. "You have another reason to remain motionless, Slave," said my Master. "If you move at all, the bells will ring. Anyone who hears the bells ringing has my permission to punish you afterwards for your disobedience as much as he likes." Now the Filipina maids, delightfully nude except for their heels and short gloves, were loading my tray with flutes of champagne. They looked admiringly - and a little enviously, I thought - at me in my agonisingly painful stance. The girls and my Master directed them so that the glasses on my tray almost touched. From now on the tiniest movement on my part would be betrayed not only by the little silver bells hanging from my breasts, but also by the jingling of the glasses, earning me the severest possible punishment later. He had promised! When the tray was full my Master moved behind me, and I felt him make final adjustments to the straps of my corset. My flesh was beginning to adapt itself to the beautiful new shape into which it was being moulded, and at the price of a little extra torment my waist could be made tinier still. Satisfied at last, he reached for my nipple-clamps, and little by little increased the settings till it again felt as if white-hot needles were being plunged into my breasts. I felt an orgasm building and more trickles of cunt-juice began to make their slow way down my tightly bound thighs. In my delight I could not help wriggling my breasts slightly so that the bells hanging from them began to tinkle delicately like a _furin_ or wind-chime. "Don't worry, Kimiko, that doesn't count," said my Master. His hands left my breasts and he moved round to face me. "But from now on it does. Your offering to your new friends starts now." "Ohh, _doesn't_ she look beautiful!" said Tomoko, her eyes sparkling. "Do let her see herself!" One of the Filipina maids wheeled a full-length mirror, in a shiny silver frame such as you see in dress-shops, out of the ladies' room and positioned it for me. I knew from my rehearsal under Matsumoto-san's direction that the pose I had invented for myself was beautiful and highly erotic, but I was hardly prepared for the lovely helplessness of the girl in the mirror. Surely everyone who saw her that evening, perched motionless as a statue on her little platform, would be wild to fuck her and whip her - as desperate as she was herself to be so rewarded? Then she was gone, and I was alone. The agony of holding the cruel pose without the tiniest movement or relief, and the white-hot pincers on my breasts, combined to flood my body with pleasure. It blended perfectly with the helplessness of being abandoned to my fate with no knowledge of how long I should have to endure it. I began to realise that an unexpected element in the torment I had willed for myself was that I was already quivering on the edge of an orgasm, and would have to find the strength to hold it at bay despite my urgent desire to succumb to it. Other guests now began to enter the hallway, the girls in provocative dresses hinting at the nudity which they would soon be displaying, the men trying to appear at ease despite being already aroused and excited by the thought of what lay ahead. They examined me with pleasure, the women commenting on the endurance I was showing and the men looking forward to using me later in the evening. They helped themselves to glasses from my tray, which were soon replaced by the Filipinas, and passed on through the double doors to the main room beyond. I saw people I partly recognised from television and magazines, including a man I guessed must be Tomoko's Slave. Most came in pairs or small groups; some I knew had used me the previous week and smiled cheerfully at me, congratulating me on my offering and promising to reward me later. One man, a handsome _gaijin_, I was sure I had seen before even though he had not been there last Friday: on his arm was a very young Japanese girl in a beautifully provocative short black dress - open down the front to show her pretty breasts and held together with gold cords. After taking his glass from my tray the man walked round me, examining me from all angles in a way that made my heart beat faster. His companion was obviously devoted to him but did not seem to mind his interest in me. Suddenly I felt his free hand caressing my bare bottom, not gently but in a way that made my flesh tingle with excitement. My breasts shivered and my little bells were on the brink of beginning to betray me: for the first time since my ordeal had begun I lost control and felt the glasses on my tray begin to slip. One of the sweet little Filipinas quickly put out a hand to steady me. The man said nothing, but grinned at me and then nodded in a way that filled me with excited apprehension. I shivered at the thought of the punishment he was surely promising me for my clumsiness. Then he and his pretty young companion vanished into the main room. There was a lull, most of the guests having by now arrived. Suddenly I realised that the young bare-breasted Japanese girl had returned and was standing in front of me. "Oh, you look so beautiful like that! And I had to tell you," she said, all in a rush, "you're so lucky - _he_, Mr Birch I mean, has arranged with your Master to punish you specially later on - you do know who he is, don't you? Oh no, perhaps you don't, we weren't here last week, but we saw you at Megumi Kato's wedding - was that really your first performance in public? You were fantastic - I do adore Kato-san, she's been so good to me _and_ she introduced me to Les-san, Mr Birch I mean, but he didn't touch you then, you see, so it will be wonderful for you tonight. I just wanted you to know. Girls make special appointments and come from all over to be caned by him, he's _such_ an expert and so famous. Among people who are really _seriously_ into bondage and whipping, I mean." She talked herself to a standstill at last, still eager and excited. Of course I could say nothing, but there was something odd about this. She was his companion for the evening, and while I assumed couples split up and recombined as they fancied on these occasions this unsophisticated young girl was obviously obsessed with her handsome and - apparently - expert _gaijin_ lover. She seemed to guess what was in my mind. "Please don't think it bothers me," she went on, "honestly it doesn't, I enjoy seeing him teach other girls, and he's always so good to me, whatever happens he'll take me home afterwards and do _incredible_ things to me. Ohh, it will be worth waiting for! I'm so happy, and I owe it all to Kato-san. If she hadn't taught me ... and introduced me to him ..." She turned away as we were about to be interrupted by a couple of late arrivals. I could not at first see them clearly as I was concentrating on mastering the exquisite pain and incipient orgasm which were threatening my motionless composure. But I heard the girl's cries of delight as she greeted them. I managed to focus my eyes at last and, as the two girls came apart from their kiss, recognised Megumi and her husband Mr Otani. She was looking even more beautiful than I remembered her at her wedding and was showing off her body, lightly tanned from her honeymoon, in only a leather g-string, collar, long gloves and high-heeled sandals, all in bridal white. The pretty rings piercing her breasts were joined by a chain, and her husband was leading her by a leash clipped to its central ring. In his free hand he held a long slender cane also sheathed in white leather. The effect was so erotic that I again felt my skin tingling with excitement - though fortunately I was able to steady myself in time. "Hello, Kimiko!" she said. "We're only just back but we _had_ to come tonight when we heard you were offering yourself. Welcome to the group - and how beautiful you look up there!" "I was just telling Kobayashi-san that Mr Birch will cane her specially later on," said the girl. "Were you, Emi-chan? That _will_ be nice for her," said Megumi. "She won't have much time for me, then," said Mr Otani with what I hoped was mock annoyance. "Once the real expert takes over no one wants us amateurs." "Don't be silly! I've been enjoying your amateur efforts for the past month and you know I can't get enough of them. Of course you must have Kimiko if you want her." She looked up at me. "This is my little friend Emi, by the way. She tends to be a bit over-enthusiastic and keeps on telling everyone all about her sexual experiences, but I suppose that's all my fault for encouraging her." She looked at the girl affectionately. "I'd love to be tied up like Kobayashi-san!" said Emi. "It must feel delicious. And isn't she _beautiful_ like that?" "Yes, she is, and when you're old enough to be a full member here instead of coming as Mr Birch's guest I'm sure you'll show us how nice you can look too." "Ooohh ... Is it easy to hold a pose like that, and is it _very_ painful?" "No it's not, and yes it is. You'll find out soon enough. But for now you must work hard and practice being a pretty submissive." Mr Otani pulled impatiently on the leash attached to his wife's breasts and flicked her bare bottom lightly a couple of times with his cane. She let out a little gasp of pleasure and looked up at him adoringly. The three of them passed into the main room, Emi prattling happily about the cruel things her wonderful lover had recently done to her. I was still excited by Megumi's appearance. It was strange to recall that a month ago I had been prudishly shocked by her provocative going-away outfit: and here I was envying her for being permitted to show herself in public wearing almost nothing but nipple-rings and a lead! It was not my place to make suggestions, but perhaps I could hint to my Master that I too would love to be taken to parties dressed like that. And what fun it would be to be driven there through the evening traffic, challenging anyone to notice. No other guests arrived and as I stood motionless on my platform I began to wonder sadly about the lovely things I was missing. Of course it was wonderful to be subjected so totally to my Master's will, and with nothing else to think about I began to feel myself losing the battle to control the orgasm surging through my tormented body. Already the glasses on my tray were beginning to jingle slightly as I trembled with anticipation. "All right, that will do," my Master's voice said suddenly from behind me. "If it were me I'd leave the shameless little slut up there for another hour as a punishment, but she's managed to make every man in the place wild to have her and they won't wait any longer." [Next in Part 20: Chapter XX: The Beginning] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams