Learning_About_Myself.03 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/03 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION PART 03 CHAPTER III The Video It was late when I woke the next morning, and I found I was alone under the _futon_. For a while I stretched out luxuriously, enjoying that lovely feeling of total well-being that - I now know - comes to a girl who wakes after having been thoroughly fucked. It must have been after ten, but that hardly mattered. It was after all Saturday, and I had been up very late the night before - Reina had been demanding and kept me sucking and probing her pussy for ages until she at last achieved a shattering climax and fell asleep in my arms. Not that I would have missed a moment of it. I felt proud that, beginner as I was, I had been able to bring such an experienced woman to a pinnacle of satisfied lust. At last I got up, stowed the bedding in its cupboard, took a quick shower and went to get myself some breakfast. Reina was definitely out: her shoes had gone from the entrance-hall and she had put her sexy boots from last night tidily away in the shoe-cupboard. I found I was ravenously hungry after all my exertions. While eating I considered what to do during the day while I waited for her return. I had promised to meet some friends at Omotesando for window-shopping and a simple lunch. Did I really have to go, I wondered? It would surely be boring for the sophisticated girl I was becoming to hang out with a group of schoolgirls. But then I remembered that I was supposed to be living a double life: a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl as well as a sexy _habituee_ of Tokyo nightlife. So, rather in the spirit of someone undertaking a penance, I put on my school uniform, locked up carefully and went off to join my friends. In fact I enjoyed myself. It was fun to revert to being a giggling schoolgirl, blushing at the clumsy insinuations of passing boys. But I found that I now looked at the older men, who leered at us and tried to rub themselves against our thick uniform skirts on the crowded street, in a different light. They had the capacity to give me the satisfaction I now longed for; and I - yes, even I - had the power to direct their lust and make it do what I wanted. That was a remarkable new thought. In fact I was so preoccupied with it that my friends asked if I was quite well, and I had to make a big effort to be cheerful again and join in their giggling conversations. It was mid-afternoon when I returned home. The house was still empty, but when I went into my little room to get out of my uniform I at once saw that there was something lying on top of my schoolbooks on my desk. Reina had been there, and gone again. In fact she had left two things for me. The first was a single sheet of paper, a gaudy flyer from a bar or nightclub. It showed a beautiful girl dancing under spotlights. She was wearing fishnet stockings of the kind designed to stay up without a belt or garter. Otherwise she wore only a tiny bra and panties, in deep pink matching her stockings. They were nothing more than three tiny triangles of cloth. The upper pair covered the centre of her breasts: under the harsh lighting of the spotlights I could see the shape of her erect nipples poking through them. The lower one only just concealed her pussy, and I could make out little wisps of hair escaping prettily along the sides - unlike me, she was not shaved or hairless. Her body gleamed excitingly in the lights. I wished so much I could do what she was doing. Maybe one day ... I stopped myself daydreaming and examined the sheet more carefully. The writing gave details of the bar where she was performing and the words "Tonight special! Microbikini oily dance!" Attached to one corner was a little post-it note in lime green with, in Reina's splashy writing, the message, "I thought we might go here tonight." Underneath was a second and even more exciting item: a DVD. On the cover was a beautiful photograph of Reina, wearing long black gloves in a shiny material and a little matching bikini panty. Her lovely breasts were bare and she gazed at the camera with a provocative, challenging look. The photograph reached only as far as her knees so I could not see what she had on her feet but her stance suggested that she was wearing high-heels. The name printed along the side was Mai Kogure, but there was no doubt that it was Reina. The title of the DVD was simply _Ensuroru no. 42_.[8] I turned the box over. Along with screaming slogans and details of the company which had produced the video, there was a montage of smaller pictures of Reina being kissed, stroked and fingered. One of them was a close-up of her face steeped in the sexual ecstasy I remembered vividly from the climax I had succeeded in giving her the night before. As you can imagine I lost no time getting out of my uniform and into casual clothes. I rushed to the living area where the television and DVD player were kept and squatted down in front of the screen, my heart thumping. It was, I later came to understand, a fairly standard JAV or "Japan adult video", divided into three sections and lasting a little over an hour. The first section opened with Reina, wearing only a pretty bikini and high-heels, seated in an armchair and being interviewed by an off-screen male voice. She answered simple questions about her name, age, _surii-saizu_[9] and sexual experience. She used the name Mai Kogure as on the DVD cover; and unless the video had been filmed some time ago understated her age. When asked when she had enjoyed her first sexual experience, she blushed prettily and admitted that she had been thirteen. "_Hayakatta, ne_ (that was early)!" exclaimed the invisible interviewer, to which Reina replied shyly, "But it was _so_ nice ..." "And you have had lots of sex since then?" asked the interviewer. Reina looked down, pretending to be embarrassed, but admitted that she had. "Do you enjoy _onani_?" "Of course!" "How often?" "Oh, usually once a day," she replied, sounding more casual now. "And how long?" "Well ... yesterday it lasted forty, maybe forty-five minutes ..." "That's a long time!" Reina looked at the camera with a charmingly innocent, wide-eyed gaze. "Oh, do you think so?" Suddenly two men stepped into shot, one each side of her. For the camera Reina looked startled, but in reality she must have seen them approaching. They were wearing only underpants, and reached out to stroke and pet her. Neither of them was good-looking, I thought: the one on her left was rather old and fat, and while the other was younger and more muscular he had orange hair standing up in spikes. But she seemed to enjoy what they did to her. Soon they had pushed up the top of her bikini so that her beautiful breasts were exposed, and began to stroke and lick them. She twisted round in her chair and began to kiss the interesting bulge in the younger man's underpants, at the same time reaching behind to stroke the older man's cock too. The marks of her saliva showed dark on the pale grey cloth. Then, just to be fair, she turned and sucked the older man and stroked the other's cock with her long fingers. Then she began to pull down the older man's underpants till his erect cock sprang into view. Or partly into view, because to my surprise it was obscured with a sort of fuzzy blur over that part of the screen. How strange, I thought: I want to see his cock and I can't - not fully. I must ask Reina why. But there was no time to wonder about that. Reina pulled his underpants till they fell to the floor, and began to stroke and kiss his erection. Oh lovely, I thought - I often do that, and I know how beautiful it is! Then she turned and did the same to the younger man. Again, that strange blur appeared on the screen. Once both cocks were free, she drew them towards her face and began to kiss and suck them in turn, then squeezing them both into her mouth at once. One of the men unfastened her bra for her so that she was completely free. She looked up at him, thanking him with her eyes for his kindness. Her sucking and stroking became faster and more passionate. It didn't take long. The younger man grabbed his cock, stroked it himself, and soon his cum spurted into her open mouth, some of it spilling over her lips and chin. Then the older man came too, copiously anointing her breasts. She fell back into her chair, her eyes half-closed and her face transfigured with blissful contentment. The translucent blobs and streaks of cum glistened on her face and breasts. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. The screen went dark, and when it brightened again at the start of the second episode Reina entered wearing a delightfully short red skirt and just a white halter hiding her breasts and tied beneath them. She had white high-heeled mules on her feet. At first she walked elegantly to and fro, showing herself off. Then she moved to a black leather couch, kicked off her mules and lay down. Her hands began to caress and massage her breasts, first through the thin white cloth and then directly as she untied the halter and dropped it on the floor. She gasped with pleasure, pulled up her little skirt and began to masturbate in earnest through her tiny gold thong. Her fingers soon pushed the thong aside so that they could stroke her pussy and clitoris directly. Again that strange blur on the screen, obscuring the one thing that surely everyone wanted to see - Reina's lovely cunt. She was groaning with pleasure now and rolling from side to side. She raised her knees and as the camera moved I could see her pointing her toes in the way a girl often does when she starts to come. Of course I was with her! My casual skirt was loose and I had already pulled it up round my waist so that my fingers could stroke and probe my own naked, hairless pussy. I could feel the thick juice gathering in my cunt and wetting my fingers. Suddenly Reina rolled over on the black leather couch and lay on her front, her knees drawn up and her skirt too up round her waist so that her bottom was fully visible except where the narrow band of her thong just covered her crack and her arsehole. Her hand reached round between her legs, pushed the gold thong aside again and, so far as I could see through the blur, passionately stroked and entered first her cunt and then her arsehole. I couldn't do the same without losing my view of the screen, but I lifted my bottom off the floor and was able to reach far enough round myself to tickle my own arsehole. Oh, how lovely it was! I was moaning and sobbing with her. At last she came, and the camera panned round to show her ecstatic face as she savoured her orgasm. The third sequence was a bit different from the usual, even though of course I did not know that, having no standards of comparison - this was, after all, the first sex video I had ever seen. There were two people on the screen. One of course was Reina, dressed in a shiny black skirt and high-heeled boots, long black gloves and a lovely black corset which made her waist exquisitely small while leaving her breasts uncovered. The other was a man, naked apart from a mask covering the upper part of his face, his hands above his head and tied to a bar hanging from the ceiling. Reina began by standing very close to the man, stroking and caressing his face and chest with her gloved hands and then rubbing her naked breasts gently against him. He moaned with pleasure and I suddenly remembered the way she had stroked my face, neck and shoulders the evening before as Bob caressed me with his lovely whip. Then suddenly she too had a whip! It was like the one I had enjoyed: nine long slim lashes fixed in a short handle. She swung it to and fro, and the lashes stirred sexily. Then she took up position behind the man and after teasing him with a few false starts swung the lashes against his naked bottom. He flung his head back and let out a startled cry. Then she did it again. And again. He started to groan, and I could just make out that he was begging her to whip him more and harder. Did _men_ enjoy being whipped like that, just as I did? That was a new and startling thought. She stopped, then moved round to the man's front and caressed him gently. She kissed him tenderly on the mouth and stroked his nipples. "Was that nice?" she asked him teasingly. "Would you like me to do it more?" "Yes ... yes ..." "Ask me nicely then. Be a good boy." "Please will you ..." "Yes?" "Please do it more. Please." "Do what?" She kissed him and tickled his chest before he could reply. "Please whip me. Again. More ... harder ..." "That's better! I wanted to hear you say it. Say it again!" "Whip me ..." "Is it so nice?" "It's wonderful. The way you do it." "Perhaps you'd like to watch." She quickly removed his mask, hanging the whip from one wrist by the loop at the end of its handle so that her hands were free. There was a big mirror on wheels against one wall, which she brought over so that it stood in front of him. Then, as he watched, she removed her skirt. She was of course naked underneath. She walked round him again. She took a firm grip of the handle of the whip in her right hand, braced herself with her feet apart and gathered the ends of the lashes together in her left. Then she began to whip him again: hard, frequently, apparently endlessly. She stopped again, and stood close behind him, rubbing her crotch against his pink buttocks. She reached round and took his cock in her right hand, stroking it happily. "Beautiful, beautiful big cock," she murmured in his ear. "Wouldn't it like to come inside me?" "Yes ... yes ..." "In my nice juicy love-holes?" "Oh, yes ..." "It's so lovely and big and hard because I whipped you, isn't it?" He could only moan in agreement. "I think we'll make it even bigger and harder first, shall we?" No answer was necessary. Again she took up position behind him and began to whip him even harder and faster than before. The man let his head fall back and moaned in ecstasy. At last she stopped again and moved round to his front. She gave his cock another friendly stroking, then reached up and freed his hands from the bar above his head. He massaged his wrists, then took her in his arms. They kissed passionately. "Ready?" she asked teasingly as they came apart. For answer he seized her right hand and pulled the whip off her wrist. Then he took her waist in his left arm, bent her over and brought the lashes down hard two - no, three - times on her naked bottom. "Oh, yes! Oh yes ... yes - _please_!" she whispered as he allowed her to stand upright again. There was a black leather couch against one wall: perhaps the same one on which she had masturbated so beautifully in the second sequence. Without waiting for instructions she went and knelt on it, her arms along the back and her hands gripping it tight, her lovely hair tumbling down her back as she raised her head and offered her firm round bottom to him to pleasure as he wished. The lashes were soon rising and falling, tumbling over her buttocks and thighs in the same random pattern as her hair was making over her back and shoulders. She screamed with joy and begged him incoherently to whip her harder. Every time the lashes caressed her they seemed to kiss me too, as beautifully as Bob's loving strokes had done the evening before. Of course I was masturbating furiously now, recalling what had been done to me, enjoying what was being done to her. Suddenly, as if by mutual agreement, the whipping stopped and Reina moved round on the couch, kneeling and facing him with her hands behind her head. Now it was the turn of her beautiful breasts to receive the whip's love. She knelt proudly so that her lap and upper thighs were also exposed to the caress of the lashes. Sometimes they fell on the corset which bound her waist so tightly - could she feel that? Did it add to her pleasure? Again they changed position. He threw the whip aside and she knelt lengthways along the couch, offering her bottom this time to his hard, thick cock. Clearly her cunt was already soaked with love-juice summoned up by the whipping and he needed no lubrication. So far as I could tell behind the blur, he thrust firmly and smoothly into her love-passage, and after resting there a moment began to pull out and in, out and in, gripping her thighs in his hands while she responded to his rhythm, screaming with happiness. After about twenty thrusts he pulled out again, turned her round onto her back and pushed her thighs up so that her crotch was - apart again from the infuriating blur - completely exposed. He entered her again. At last he came; and pulled out to show his cum dripping from her pussy. The camera moved up her body and closed in on her ecstatic face. "Oh! Oh!" she said when at last she could speak; and then, in what I now know are often the final words of a sex video, "_Kimochi yokatta, wa_! That felt so good!" It was over. I had been so preoccupied with satisfying my own desire that I had hardly been watching the screen during the final episode. I dragged my fingers out of my own pussy, wiped them on tissues from a packet in my skirt pocket and hunted for the remote control. I wound back to the point where she had freed the man's hands from the overhead bar and started the disc again. After fiddling with the buttons I found how to slow the playback to half-speed and settled back to enjoy every stroke of the whip in full detail. This time I couldn't take my eyes off it. I really felt as if it was I, not Reina, who was being granted this lovely experience. I enjoyed not only the sensation, recalled so vividly from what Bob had done to me, but also the aesthetic beauty of the lashes swishing through the air and falling in random patterns on Reina's longing arse. I was soon on the brink of an orgasm to match hers, and when for the second time the man abandoned the whip and thrust his cock into her cunt I lost all vestige of control and screamed in ecstatic climax just as she did. When I came to myself, the disc had ended again, and Reina was seated astride on one of the upright chairs looking down on me with an amused smile. I sat up hurriedly, my heart beating and my face red with shame and embarrassment. "That's all right, dear!" said Reina kindly. "I'm glad you were having such a nice time. In fact, I'm flattered. We make these videos to give people pleasure. And it looks as if you enjoyed it all right." I still could not say anything, but sat up with my skirt pulled tightly down over my legs and my arms round my knees. "Which scene did you enjoy most?" I had to say something now. "The last scene," I said in a shy little voice. "Where you whipped him, and then -" I felt myself blushing uncontrollably, but managed somehow to finish "- he whipped you ..." "Yes. I'm rather pleased with that scene. In fact, I had to persuade the company to include it. You see, it's a bit different from the usual programme in a standard video." I looked at her, wanting to know more. "We'd been experimenting with ideas for a BDSM video for me to star in. Bondage and Discipline, Sado-Masochism," she explained. "The trouble is, even though I wanted very much to make it, the Adult Video business is specialised. Compartmentalised. Once a girl specialises in masochism videos, she is known for that and it's difficult to do anything else. I wouldn't have minded that, but the company weren't sure they were ready for me to stop making standard fuck videos. So I had made the one scene, and it looked like going to waste. Until they agreed to include it in my video in the _Enthrall_ series." She went on talking, obviously giving me time to recover from my embarrassment at having been caught masturbating. "But despite the studio's worries, my fans really liked it. I had lots of letters begging me to make more BDSM scenes." She giggled charmingly. "Quite a few volunteered to act with me. They all wanted to be the man who gets whipped." I looked up at her. At last there was something not too embarrassing I could ask her about. "Do men really like being whipped?" I asked. "As much as we do ... I do?" "Quite a lot do. So long as it's done really, you know, nicely. With style. By a girl who takes the trouble to dress up and act the part. As an _ojosan_ or a _sadisu-chan_." "What's the difference?" "Well, a 'princess' type - _ojosan_ - looks very distant and superior, and gives the impression of despising men, wanting to treat them as her slaves and humiliate them. Some men love that and can't get enough of it. But you have to check first! A 'little sadist' or _sadisu-chan_ is much more of a fun girl who just does the whipping as a bit of foreplay. And she enjoys that sort of foreplay herself, so she constantly teases the man with her whip and tempts him to grab it and take his revenge by whipping her." "As happened to you ..." I gestured at the screen. "Yes. That was such fun. He was a really good partner." "I think I would enjoy that sort of whipping," I said. "Being a _sadisu-chan_, I mean. Whipping him, you know, just a bit ... to get him in the mood ... and then ..." "I'm sure you would. I _know_ you would." "There's something I want to ask you," I said. "Sure. I'm here to tell you anything you want to know about your future career." "My ..." I gasped. Reina had never before said so clearly that she expected me to become a sex-video actress like herself, and that she would be my mentor and guide. This was too big and exciting a thought for me to take in all at once. I could not yet find words to discuss with her all it meant and might mean. I took refuge in the practical matter that had been bothering me. "In that video," I went on, "every time you were making love - and the camera showed your pussy and your lover's cock - the picture went all blurred so I couldn't see properly. Why did it do that?" "Yes, you're right to ask. That's the absurd censorship system in this country." "Censorship? But why ... how ..." "Japanese law says you're not allowed to show pussies and cocks. So they have to be hidden by something called a mosaic." "I don't understand. Surely that's the whole point of a sex-video, isn't it? Seeing a beautiful girl - like you - taking a lovely cock ..." "Of _course_ it is!" said Reina, getting more and more excited. "The censorship is absurd! It makes no sense at all. It makes Japan look ridiculous. We have the second largest pornography industry in the world, after the American, and easily the best in terms of quality, and we are still required to spoil our work with this idiotic mosaic." "I'm very ignorant, I know," I said modestly, "but can't anything be done about it? Can't you just refuse to do what the law says?" "That's very clever of you." I blushed, hoping that she was pleased rather than annoyed with me for having - apparently - asked the right question. "We argue about that a lot," she went on. "Do we attack the mosaic nonsense head-on by challenging it, or do we push for improvements bit by bit? In America they got rid of censorship by attacking it. Their courts were persuaded that not letting a girl show herself off nude was a breach of her right to free speech." She giggled. "I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. It wouldn't work here." "So what can we do?" I asked. Later, thinking over this discussion, I realised that by saying "we" I had accepted Reina's assumption that I would join her in the sex industry. "Well, the censorship used to be much worse. I suppose pushing to have it reduced and finally removed is the right thing to do. Even though it's very frustrating! You won't believe it, but we used to have to put the mosaic over still pics too! Well, we got rid of that. Everyone is now free to produce _hea-nuudo_[10] still pictures. And the mosaic in videos is much less intrusive than it used to be. One day ... What the idiots in charge of this country don't understand," she went on, standing up and waving her arms about in her excitement and enthusiasm, "is that our videos make people happy. Or perhaps they do understand that and don't want people to be happy." "But why wouldn't they?" I asked, astonished. "Oh, you know ..." she said vaguely. "If people are having a happy time just enjoying themselves, they wouldn't want to work so hard. And the politicians are worried women aren't having enough children. Of course we don't have children! We know sex is for pleasure, not for that." "And I suppose," I said cautiously, "our videos help girls to understand that." "Yes! Yes! We make people happy. And how do we do that? By showing them something beautiful. There's nothing more beautiful than a tight, juicy pussy with a thick cock sliding into it ... and a girl squealing with joy. Or the happiness on a girl's face as she kisses and sucks a lovely erection." "Oh ..." I murmured, remembering. "Our customers - the people who buy and rent our videos - are mostly men of course. A man enjoys watching the fucking, and he masturbates to it, or dreaming of it afterwards. But he learns something too! He sees a beautiful girl screaming in orgasm, and he sees what the man in the video is doing to her. He wants to feel that he's a real hero too, who can make girls scream with happiness. So next time he has a girl, he tries to do what the man in the video did. At least, I hope he does!" "Oh, yes ... I hope so too! How lovely for her ..." I whispered. "But not all our customers are men. A lot of young girls watch them too. You know that, don't you? We show them how to be happy. How to make their lovers happy. We teach them what's really good, what to ask their lovers to do to them. Why do you think the shops that sell whips and clamps and restraint gear and other pretty sex-toys are doing such good business?" I suddenly thought of the smart carrier bags Reina sometimes used. They came from a shop called "Restraint", I suddenly remembered. She was still speaking, unstoppably. Perhaps she should become a politician herself, I thought. She talks more sense than any of them. "Because we've shown girls how lovely those toys are and what pleasure they give - and we've shown men how to use them on their girls - and we've made it easier for girls to ask for them. They just have to say, 'Please do to me what that man did to his girl on the video we watched together.'" "And sometimes," I said, hardly able to contain my admiration, "that girl on the video is you." "That's right! And one day soon it will be you." I felt as if I would burst with pride and excitement. "Do you think," I asked, choosing my words carefully, "by the time I am able to make videos like you do - do you think the censorship will have ended?" "Well, it can't last much longer. Already some studios are refusing to accept it." "Ah ..." I said, remembering that I had asked about that earlier in this discussion. "They say they are making videos only for the export trade. You can't make those with the mosaic. It would be absurd. And of course the so-called 'export' videos enter the Japanese market. Whatever the law says. It can't be stopped, especially these days with the internet and downloading. So that ought to undermine the censorship." "Do you ... could I ... make 'export' videos like that? Uncensored ones?" "I haven't yet. The trouble is, if you are known to do that, then it's difficult to get work from the other studios. And I'm a freelance. I want to be able to work with any studio that likes me. But some girls get round that by using two names. Of course everyone knows it's the same girl, but so long as they don't _have_ to know ... Maybe one day ..." "That's what I'll do," I said firmly. I was surprised at my own determination, and for a moment was afraid that Reina might be annoyed with me for my lack of deference to her seniority and experience. But she just laughed and changed the subject. "Now we must get ready for this evening," she said. "You saw the leaflet I left for you? You'd like to go to that club?" "I'd love to. With you ..." "Oh, I'll be there. To look after you. You're not quite ready yet to go to places like that on your own." FOOTNOTES [8] "Enthrall". An example of the unerring ability of Japanese marketing people to choose for their products English words totally unsuited to expression in _katakana_. - B W [9] "Three size", as a Japanese girl describes her bust, waist and hip measurements. - B W [10] From English "hair-nude": pictures which show girls' cunts in all their natural beauty, without intrusive censorship. - B W [Next in Part 04: Chapter IV: My First Public Performance] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams