Learning_About_Myself.10 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/10 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 10 CHAPTER X I Meet Harry and Anton "Reina-san," I said when we were alone together at home again, "please tell me: what exactly is a masochist? You remember you said that girl we met might be one." Reina had promised that our last evening together before my mother's return would be a very special one. We were to visit another of the clubs of which she seemed to have such a wide knowledge, but she refused to tell me anything about it in advance. We had bathed together once again, and she had carefully checked that my crotch was as innocent of hair as ever. Then, to my surprise, she had taken the razor and, after lathering herself copiously, had carefully shaved her own pussy. "It's not that I'm trying to compete with you, darling," she explained. "My days of looking like a little innocent who's only just discovered sex are long past. But this evening's a special occasion." Now we were taking it in turns to massage each other in the steamy bathroom, and I was kneeling behind Reina as she squatted on her little stool, teasing the knots out of her shoulders with my fingers. "Surely you know, don't you?" she replied to my question. "Well, yes - but what did you mean about that girl?" "A masochist is a girl who enjoys pain," she explained patiently. "But what _is_ pain - I mean, the pain you say a masochist enjoys? It can't just be what I feel when someone whips me. That doesn't hurt at all - it's lovely! It's another kind of pleasure: it makes me feel even sexier." "Have you never," she asked thoughtfully, "done something really naughty at school and been seriously punished for it? Beaten, I mean? Or had a friend who did?" I was about to say no, but then I remembered a girl at school. A year or more ago there had been an outbreak of stealing from girls' lockers and schoolbags. It had been thoroughly investigated and at last traced to her. We had none of us liked her much, so we had shown no sympathy as an announcement was made, and we had watched in silence while she was taken away. Hours later she had returned, obviously distressed and trying not to cry in front of us. Even though we hadn't liked her, we tried to comfort her then; but she made it very clear she wanted to be left alone. The next day she was still silent and solitary, but there was something strange about her, a sort of radiance, a special quality, as if she had been through a life-changing experience. I told Reina this story. "There you are, then! She was beaten severely, and after the first shock and humiliation she found she enjoyed it." "But I could never do that!" "You don't _know_ you couldn't. But don't worry about it. If it comes to you it will come, and meanwhile you can go on enjoying being whipped for its own sake. That's not masochism - it's just a special extra aspect of your sensuality. You're very lucky to have it." "But what do I do if it does come? This ability to find pleasure in real pain?" "You'll know what to do. For every masochist there's a sadist." "You mean ..." "A man - or a woman - who enjoys hurting you as much as you enjoy being hurt. It's one of the most wonderful sexual relationships you could ever have. If it comes to you, be grateful. If it doesn't, you have so much else to enjoy!" She stood up. "Now we must get ready. This evening is going to be fun." == Reina had instructed me to wear the same simple dress I had worn on the journey home from the dating agency office - "Just that, no corset, nothing at all underneath, not even the collar you insisted on keeping," she dictated firmly - and while I had dreamt of wearing something more exciting and stimulating, for me as well as for those who looked at me, I was sure she had good reasons for her choice. She told me to go and get ready in my own room with the sliding shutters closed while she made some phone calls. When I reappeared, trying to make the most of my little floral dress, her appearance took my breath away. She was wearing just a tight short sheath in shiny red plasticised material which left her shoulders bare and was zipped tightly up the back, long skin-tight black gloves in similar glistening material, and a black collar snugly round her neck. As we stepped down into the little hallway and I put on my favourite silver high-heeled sandals, I saw that she had laid out for herself a beautiful pair of black high-heeled boots which reached almost to her knees and were fastened by long black laces zig-zagging round silver hooks all along the front. As she stood in front of me I felt I had never in my life seen anything so sexily beautiful. "We'll treat ourselves to a taxi tonight, since it's our last evening," she said as we left the house. Our destination was a building in Akasaka, a district normally too exclusive and expensive for me even to think of visiting. There was a discreet entrance and Reina pressed an intercom button. The lock buzzed as soon as she gave her name and we entered a lobby with a reception desk staffed by two beautiful girls in pretty low-cut minidresses. They bowed respectfully to Reina and told her to go through the door marked "Office". A man in a tuxedo rose from behind a desk. The office was tidy and smartly furnished: the whole atmosphere could not have been more different from the dating agency office I had visited earlier that day. "Everything is ready for you, Kogure-san," he said. "And of course for Sayaka-san. I have reserved two seats at the front. I haven't made any announcement: I thought I'd wait till you are both seated." I wondered for a moment what he meant by calling Reina Kogure-san, but then I remembered that Mai Kogure had been the professional name on the DVD she had let me see. The one, I fleetingly remembered, that had ended with the beautiful scene showing Reina as a charming _sadisu-chan_ with her sweet whip ... The man pressed a button on his desk. One of the beautiful girls from the reception desk entered, and on his instruction conducted us into the main room of the establishment. It was dominated by a semi-circular stage raised on three shallow steps; there were rows of comfortable seats arranged round it. The place was fairly full but as the man in the tuxedo had promised there were two empty seats at the front. The receptionist conducted us to them, and Reina settled into one of them with me on her left. The lights were low in the auditorium. On stage under the bright spotlights a girl was dancing. She was wearing only a pretty gold panty and matching high-heels. As she danced she played teasingly with the bows on her hips holding up her panty; then coyly she turned her back, looked provocatively over one shoulder, and slowly pulled the little strings till the panty fell. She turned to face the audience and posed sexily, delightfully naked apart from her heels, twirling the little scrap of gold cloth from one finger. Her pubic hair was not shaved like mine but trimmed into a neat triangle. There was applause. How _lovely_, I thought - not for the first time! - to be allowed to show oneself off nude in front of an audience! How natural, what a perfect way of expressing one's sexuality, of teasing oneself delightfully, of preparing to surrender joyfully to a room full of lustful cocks! Was this girl going to do that? Of course she was! With a charming smile she tossed the little panty into the audience, not looking to see where it fell. A cheer went up as a man stood and, kissing and smelling the piece of cloth which he had been the first to claim, made his way to the stage. He took the naked girl in his arms and kissed her; then they left the stage together and made their way through the audience to an area at the back of the room where couches stood ready to accommodate the happy love of audience members and willing performers. Yes, I have been here before, I thought. On my very first evening with Reina: at a club where a girl had danced, stripped naked, and then walked so beautifully, so proudly, so naturally in her perfect nudity through the crowded room with her reward, a lover ... who, I suddenly recalled, had whipped her beautifully in their private encounter. At least, on the occasions when I relived the incident and masturbated over it, that was what I assumed had happened. I hadn't understood then the meaning of the rhythmic swishing and the feminine gasps and squeals coming from the behind the closed door, but I did now ... She had been a girl just like me, or just like the me I was planning to be; I never learnt her name or spoke to her - except in my fantasies - and yet she had at once become my ideal, my guide. I felt the man seated on my left stroking my thigh. His hand was moving further and further upwards: soon his fingers would be under my short skirt and approaching my crotch. Of course I didn't object - why should I? His lust had been aroused by the sight of the lovely nude girl who had danced for him, and for all of us, on stage and I was now getting the benefit of it. What could be nicer? The lights came up in the auditorium and the man in the tuxedo came on. He made a brief announcement that we had the special privilege of welcoming in the audience the celebrated sex-star Mai Kogure, whose videos would be well-known to all lovers of beauty. There was a rustle of interest. She had kindly agreed to perform for us, accompanied by her new pupil. Goodness, he meant me, I thought, as this was greeted with applause. The lights went down again, and a couple of stage hands set the scene, pushing on two frames made of strong poles in black metal about two metres high and a bit less across, one to each side of the stage. Black curtains were drawn behind them. Something else which I couldn't quite make out, black against the black curtains, was now dangling above the stage. The stage hands withdrew, bright spots came on shining white against the black stage set, and then two men entered, one from each side, wearing only black slacks. They were _gaijin_, fair-haired, tall and their bare arms and chests muscular. They advanced together to the front of the stage and smilingly held out their hands to Reina. She stood, faced the audience, bowed respectfully, then turned back to the stage and ascended the steps, elegant in her high-heeled boots. She stood close to the man on her right and they began to kiss. Her gloved hands caressed his bare chest, pinching his nipples; then moved down to stroke his buttocks through the black cloth of his slacks. After a while she swung round and did the same to the other man - except that her right hand was still straying over the first man, tickling the obvious bulge in his pants. Then she had both hands on the second man, stroking his hidden cock too. The first man took her by the waist, then began to slide down the zipper holding her brilliant red sheath dress together. I was breathless with excitement, longing to see it fully undone and the dress fall to the ground revealing - what? Was Reina beautifully nude under her dress as I was under mine, or had she more to remove? She had. As the red dress fell apart, we could all see that she was wearing a shiny black corset, very like the one I had worn for my portrait photographs at the dating agency - except that that had been red, of course - squeezing her slim waist but leaving her breasts and bottom uncovered. As she posed and showed herself off between the two men, I could see that the corset was laced up the front, the black cords zig-zagging between shiny metal hooks very similar to the design of her boots. How elegant! Reina advanced to the front of the stage, smiling and gesturing to me. She wanted me to join her! I excused myself politely to the man sitting on my left, whose fingers were now dabbling lightly in my wet pussy, stood up and followed Reina up onto the stage. The audience welcomed the newcomer with polite applause. She kissed me gently, then passed me to the man on her left who took me in his arms and began to undress me. Oh, how gentle he was and how I longed to be nude for him and surrender to everything he intended to do to me! All he had to do was unfasten the zipper down my back and let my simple dress fall to the floor. I stepped out of it: he picked it up and tossed it into the wings. Would I ever see it again? I didn't care. I felt as if I never wanted to wear clothes in public again. He held me in front of him, displaying me to the audience while his hands caressed and explored me. I glanced to one side to see what Reina was doing. She was on her knees in front of her man, in the process of undoing his belt and letting his slacks fall to the floor. He was wearing no underpants and his huge cock dangled between his legs, half erect. He seemed to have no pubic hair - or perhaps it was fair like the hair on his head and less visible than the wiry black bush of a Japanese man. Reina stroked and kissed his cock and it rose obediently into her hands. I felt as if I had never seen anything so beautiful. "May I do that to you?" I whispered to my partner. "Please?" "Of course!" At once I was on my knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt. Then I too had an enormous, almost hairless, cock to play with. I kissed and worshipped it with my lips and hands, my heart beating fast at the thought of the pleasure this magnificent instrument would soon be giving me. But after a few strokes he withdrew from my mouth, bent down and, taking me gently by the elbows, pulled me to my feet. "Now it is time for you to fix us to the bars," he whispered in his quaint Japanese. "Both of us." He kicked his pants to one side with one bare foot, and together we moved to the metal frame on our side of the stage. As I looked more closely I saw that shining steel handcuffs were attached to the vertical bars near the top. My man took up his submissive position willingly, facing the audience, and I reached up on tiptoe and clicked the handcuffs shut round his outspread wrists. On the floor larger cuffs were attached to short chains stretching from the bottom of the bars. I knelt, and as the man moved his feet apart for me snapped the cuffs closed round his ankles. At once the feeling that this magnificent male body was my helpless prisoner overwhelmed me. It was no longer for me to submit to him and his desires: he was mine now to do what I liked with. I stood again and stroked his chest and pinched his nipples as Reina had done earlier; then I reached down and tickled his obedient cock. "Over here, Saa-chan," I heard Reina say; and then, loud enough for the audience to hear and enjoy, "My little apprentice is learning fast." The other man was standing inside his metal frame, waiting for me to imprison him with the two sets of cuffs provided. When he too was helpless I began to tease and tickle him, while he looked down at me and smiled with pleasure. Reina meanwhile was standing centre-stage and began to remove her long black gloves. It is remarkable how erotic a skilled stripper can make the process of taking off her gloves, or her stockings for that matter. She is not revealing any part of herself that would normally be hidden, and yet peeling off gloves, whether she is otherwise naked or not, can be very provocative and arousing. Certainly it was when Reina did it. When she had finished, she handed one of her gloves to me and then waked over to the man on the right. She reached up to his face, kissed him, and then placed the glove she was still holding over his eyes, tying it tightly behind his head so that he was completely blindfolded. She gestured to me, and I did the same to my man. It wasn't easy because he was so much taller than me, but he bent his head and helped me as best he could. It obviously aroused him to be so completely at my mercy: his wonderful cock was fully erect and I could feel it throbbing as I stroked it and began to dream of the ecstasy I would surely feel when I at last gave it permission to power its way into my wet pussy. I stood on tiptoe and kissed his mouth again. "You are forbidden to come," I said to him, trying to make my voice both intimate and audible to the audience. "Whatever I do to you, you must control yourself and not come." "I will do my best to control myself, Mistress," he said in his strange-sounding Japanese, "but it will be difficult." "It will be _very_ difficult," I said. "I shall make sure that it will be as difficult as it possibly can be. But you must not come. If you do, I shall have the pleasure of punishing you for your wickedness." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I know I will enjoy it, whatever you choose to do to me." I know what to do with this man, I thought. I have done it all already, to Jiro in our school gymnasium. But he was a weedy fellow compared with this powerful giant who has been miraculously placed at my mercy. And there had been seven of us tormenting and teasing poor Jiro together - how good it would be to have them all here to help me work over this magnificent victim. What a show we could put on! There was something else missing, I thought. Here I had only my hands and my nude body to tease him with. I had no tools. No sooner had I thought that than one of the stage hands entered silently. He was carrying exactly what I wanted: a long whip of many strands. In fact he had two: one he gave to Reina and the other to me. The narrow strips of leather were bright red: how clever, I thought, they would show more clearly under the lights than a black whip against the black background, and help the audience to enjoy watching what I would do to my victim. It didn't occur to me at the time, but looking back on it I saw that I had already begun to acquire stagecraft, to understand how best to help my audience to appreciate every detail of my public sexual display. My blindfolded victim wouldn't know, I thought, what I held in my hand. He couldn't guess the wonderful, thrilling sensation I was about to inflict on him. I walked quietly round his helpless body, the lovely whip dangling from my right hand, and took up position. I ran the long lashes through my left hand, then without warning flicked them hard against his muscular buttocks. Again. And again. His head jerked back and his whole body tensed in its steel cuffs. "Oh, Mistress," he said, "Oh ..." I varied the angle of my strike, letting the multiple lashes kiss his back and then his thighs. In between I stroked his buttocks gently with my free hand. Always with love, I thought. That is what I was taught. You must always caress your partner with the whip _lovingly_. The whip is an extension of your hands, with which you stroke your lovers so as to pleasure them. With this wonderful tool you can stroke even more tenderly. That is what it is for. It is a way of loving even more intensely. It was heavy work, though! My right arm was growing tired, and I was doing my best to please him as he begged me to whip him harder and harder. At last I had to stop. And I was longing for the moment when - surely - he would seize the whip from me and reciprocate my love with all his strength. I walked round to his front and untied his blindfold. He let his head fall forward and I lifted it with the handle of the whip under his chin. "Did you enjoy that, Slave?" I asked, recalling Reina in her _sadisu-chan_ video. "Oh, yes, Mistress! You are so good to me ... Please love me more." "Soon." I began to concentrate on teasing and stroking his cock. Before I fell to my knees I reminded him severely that he was forbidden to come. Somehow he managed not to, despite my best efforts with my tongue and lips on his glorious erection, or my tickling fingers on his heavy balls. Perhaps he was skilled at resisting the tormenting teasing of Japanese girls, all longing to harvest the evening's first cum as it spurted hotly into their mouths. Or perhaps I was just too inexperienced and needed to practice more ... I gave up for the moment and turned to see what Reina was doing to her man. She too had removed his blindfold, and was now releasing him from his cuffs. She smiled across to me and indicated that I should do the same. I wondered where to find the keys and then discovered that the cuffs were fitted with simple release buttons: although they looked strong and professional, they were obviously made specially for bondage play. My man stepped away from his frame, rubbed his wrists and then took me in his arms. His erection pressed excitingly against my lower stomach. "Won't you whip me now, please?" I asked him in the cutest little-girl voice I could manage. "I want it _so_ much. And after all, I did it to you ..." "Yes, and it felt lovely. But not just yet." Another stage in the presentation was about to begin. He left me and joined the other naked man. The black object hanging from the ceiling was lowered and I saw that it was a sort of hammock of interlaced black leather straps, suspended by silver chains from each corner. The two men lifted Reina and placed her on her back in the little hammock so that her head hung from one end and her bottom and legs off the other. She quickly raised her legs and twisted them round the silver chains so that her crotch was fully displayed. My man knelt before her, pulled the little hammock towards him and buried his face in her juicy cunt. Oh, how lovely for him! I thought, remembering my first experience of sucking Reina and drinking her love-juice. The other man approached me and for a wonderful moment I thought he was about to prepare me for fucking. But he just moved the frame to the left, angling it towards Reina and her lover, and instructed me to stand within it so that he could lengthen the chains of the wrist- and ankle-cuffs and lock me into them. Then he returned to Reina, standing where her head dangled upside-down from the leather hammock, and placed his cock where she could suck it and draw it into her mouth. It was the cruellest possible torture for me, desperate for sex as I was, forced to watch the glorious fucking which Reina was being granted for her own pleasure, that of her two lovers and of course for the enjoyment of the audience. Soon my man - the man who had been mine - rose to his feet and thrust his beautiful cock into her cunt. At the same time she was not just sucking the other cock: I could see from the movement of her throat muscles that she was swallowing it deeply inside her. The two men pulled her to and fro in her little leather cradle while I watched, desperate to be fucked myself - and with my hands bound I could not even masturbate! I thought they would time their orgasms so as to come together; but the man fucking Reina's mouth at last pulled out and sprayed his cum over her lovely face, hanging helplessly upside-down with her wavy hair dangling almost to the floor. He was quickly followed by her other lover who moved round with his cock in his hand and added his rich contribution to the sperm decorating her. At last I was granted relief. The two men gestured to the audience, inviting anyone who wanted Reina to step up on stage and take her. And as volunteers began to arrive and pleasure Reina, they picked up the two whips from where they had fallen to the floor, took up position on either side of me, and began together to lash me ... my bottom, my thighs, my tender breasts, my tummy, from time to time even a heavenly flick between my legs and onto my pussy and clitoris ... harder and harder, endlessly, as I wriggled as best I could in my bonds and implored them to whip me more. Before me an endless line of men were fucking Reina, coming in her cunt and in her mouth, or pulling out in time to add to the pretty streaks and gobbets of cum decorating her face and breasts. Would it be my turn soon to be fucked so comprehensively and so beautifully? Surely yes - but just now Reina was receiving what she longed for and deserved, and so, in my whipping-frame, was I. Two girls lost in a heaven of love and ecstasy! At last, with that bit of my mind that was not preoccupied with my own happiness, I became aware that the line of men fucking Reina in her harness was coming to an end. The last two exploded in the love-holes they had selected, withdrew, offered her their dripping cocks to clean with her tongue, shrugged on their clothes and left the stage. For a few minutes my two lovers stopped whipping me and left me to hang lonely in my bonds while they helped Reina to her feet and supported her as she withdrew, to clean herself up and recover from the continuous orgasm she had been enjoying. At last they returned to me. "Well, what shall we do with this little one?" asked the first. "I think she's ready, don't you?" replied the other. "Oh yes, oh _yes_!" I couldn't help saying. They laughed. "She doesn't know what it is, yet she still wants it!" said one. "Of course!" I begged them. "Whatever wonderful thing you want to do to me, I want it too ... oh, _so_ much!" They turned together back towards the audience. "Well, who'd like to have her?" they asked, alternating their sentences. "She's longing for it, I promise you! She'll give you all a really good time! Come on, she's all yours! She's desperate! You can do anything you like to her!" But no one stood up and approached the stage. For a few moments I was overcome by a terrible conviction that I just wasn't good enough. None of these sophisticated, sexually experienced men wanted me or thought me worth the trouble of fucking. I was on the edge of bursting into tears. But the two handsome _gaijin_ turned to me, smiling sympathetically, stretched out their hands and began to stroke me. "Don't worry!" they said. "It's not your fault! They've all worn themselves out fucking your friend Kogure-san. But you look lovely bound like that. _We_ want you! We want you terribly." They did, I could see that. Their huge cocks were erect and pointing at me - if only my hands had been free I could have stroked them and loved them. One of the men left the stage for a moment while the other began to free me from my bonds. I fell into his arms, thanking him and begging him to fuck me - to take me any way he wanted. The first man returned with a sort of wheeled trolley upholstered in black. He parked it in the centre of the stage; then with the help of his friend carried me to it and placed me on the edge. I sat there happily swinging my legs and reaching out for the lovely cocks on either side of me, my hands free at last to show how much I wanted them. "Doesn't she look pretty?" said one of my lovers to the audience. "Why do you think you look so pretty?" the other asked me. For a moment I had no idea what to say, but then inspiration came to me. "Because I am nude," I said. "Nude for everyone to look at and enjoy. I want to be like that _always_! And because I want so much to be fucked." "A good answer," he said. "Yes - but we can make her even prettier, don't you think?" said the other. There was a drawer built into the trolley on which I was sitting. One of the men reached into it and pulled out a pair of nipple-clamps, simple metal pincers with little bells already attached. "Oh, yes - please!" I said. "I _love_ them!" "You've worn them before, have you?" "Lots and lots!" I replied happily. "When I'm nude and being made love to ... secretly under my dress when I'm out ..." Together they attached the little instruments to my erect nipples, adjusting the mechanism to give me the maximum sensation. They flicked my breasts so that the little bells tinkled. While I thanked them for their kindness, one of them fitted a black leather collar round my neck. The other then showed me a pair of metal hooks on the end of a leather strap. He held my head carefully and gently fitted the hooks into my nostrils. They felt strange but the sensation of restraint and bondage was very arousing as he led the strap over the top of my head and attached it to the back of my collar. He tightened it slowly and I found myself forced to raise my head till I was looking up over the audience and towards the ceiling. Together they made me stand up and walk towards the front of the stage. "Do you want to be fucked, Sayaka-san?" one of them asked. "Oh yes - oh _yes_! So much!" I replied, my voice sounding a little strange with the hooks and strap constricting my face. "Does nobody want to fuck this sweet little girl?" asked the other, addressing the audience. "So young, and so keen! How old are you, Sayaka-chan?" he asked me. "Fourteen," I said, hoping it would help to make myself out to be even younger than I really was. "Have you been fucked in public before, Sayaka-chan?" asked the first man. "No, never!" I said. Another untruth, of course, but in the best possible cause. "I want it _so_ much!" "Only fourteen, and her first time before an audience. Surely someone would like to fuck this hot little _roriita_?" "Oh, _please_!" I added. "You do it, and we'll watch," called out a man in the second row. "Would you like _us_ to fuck you?" they asked together. "Please! Oh please! Fuck me, fuck me!" So they conducted me back to my little trolley and placed me there on my hands and knees. I wriggled with delighted anticipation and the little bells suspended from my nipple-clamps tinkled in sympathy. I made sure I was kneeling neatly with my knees tucked well up under me so that my bottom was correctly placed for them to enjoy; the hooks in my nostrils forced me to hold my head up high with my mouth open ready to receive any cock that chose to enter it. There was scattered applause from the audience: so they were enjoying watching me being taken even if they were too exhausted to take me themselves! And then it began. I felt one of the huge cocks demanding entrance to my pussy and I pushed gently back onto it: oh, I wanted it in there as much as it wanted to penetrate me! Simultaneously the other cock began to enter my half-open mouth. I licked and sucked and worshipped it, and encouraged its progress past my throat and, it seemed, half-way down to my stomach. With my cunt and throat muscles I massaged and stroked these glorious instruments of pleasure. How wonderful it was, I thought - not for the first time - to be a girl with the power to call this male lust into being, to use it, to love it, to _force_ it to pleasure me and do everything to me I wanted! There would always be more, I thought: an army of cocks waiting for me, wanting me, always ready to satisfy my endless desire while at the same time stoking it up to an even higher pitch. Men, I knew, had to stop after fucking till they were ready to do it again - like the worn-out men in the audience - but _I_ never had to stop! Why should I? I could fuck for ever. I don't know how long it lasted - not for ever, alas, we always fall short of our ideals - but when at last my two lovers had each come in my mouth and in my cunt I felt myself lifted up and borne tenderly off the stage. When I opened my eyes I was lying on a couch in a little room. My two lovers were there, smiling down at me, and so was Reina. I could hear music playing in the stage area and cheers from the audience: another girl had taken my place, I supposed, and was already stimulating the spectators by stripping and dancing prettily for them. "Oh, you were so good to me!" I said when I had returned to something like reality. "Who are you, and why are you working here?" They laughed. "Which question shall we answer first?" said one. "Well, the reason we work here is obvious. It's because we get to fuck Japanese girls. They're the best in the world. Oh, yes!" he went on as I modestly tried to deny it. "Beautiful, clean, and _so_ enthusiastic! They'll do anything! And they love being fucked by _gaijin_ as much as we love fucking them! They find us exotic. This place is a paradise. I never want to leave it." The other nodded in agreement. "And your other question ... My name's Harry. I'm American. I have a job as 'adviser' in a Japanese company. They think I'm a typical American so when I tell them what I think about a product they imagine that's what all Americans will think. It's quite well paid, the OLs are very pretty, and I have my evenings free for fucking. He - " he gestured at his friend " - works as a freelance designer. He's the clever artistic one, and works out the routines we use on stage. The audiences like them, the management are happy and the girls are fantastic." "Well, we hope so," said the first man. "Places like this are always looking for something new, so we keep trying to work out new acts. Of course it's all about fucking and whipping, however we dress it up. Or undress it," he added with a laugh. "My name's Anton. I come from Austria." "Australia?" I asked uncertainly. "No. Not Australia," he said severely. "Austria. You know. _The Sound of Music_ and all that." "Anton doesn't think much of _The Sound of Music_," said Harry with a laugh, "but it's the one thing about his country that everyone knows." "Nonsense!" said Anton indignantly. "Mozart ... Schubert ..." "Ah, yes. Austria's great public relations success: convincing the world that Mozart was an Austrian and you-know-who was a German." "Harry, if you wish us to remain friends you will stop that." "Where did you meet?" I asked hurriedly, trying to avert a quarrel I did not understand. "In a bar," said Harry. "One of the girls said we must be brothers because we looked so similar. But we'd never met before. We shared a girl that night - d'you remember, Anton? - and she enjoyed it so much she wouldn't take any money." "I will never forget her," said Anton, cheerful again. "She was so _small_ - when we took her, one at each end, you could hardly see her! But she was like a dynamo of sexual energy." "That gave Anton the idea of working out a series of sex acts and offering them to managements like the one here." "And when we're 'resting' from doing that," said Anton, "we spend evenings at ladies' clubs. You know, the discreet places where older women go to relax with young men." "That's quite good fun," said Harry. "Of course, I prefer fucking young girls. But I must admit older Japanese women have trim bodies and know a lot. And they're very generous with tips and presents." "Which they can afford to be," his friend put in. "The women who have us at the ladies' clubs are very well paid company executives, TV personalities and so on. But they make us work hard for it!" "Saa-chan, I think it's time we left," said Reina, speaking for the first time. "Harry and Anton have work to do." "More young girls to fuck?" I asked naughtily, and then regretted having been so impertinent. "Of course!" said Harry, who didn't seem to mind. "It's Saturday night. This place will be open for hours yet. Come on, Anton! We're sex-slaves, remember? Back to work!" == "Reina," I said as we lay naked in each other's arms that night, "that was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me." "Yes, dear," she said. "I know. I enjoyed it too." "I never want to do anything else," I went on seriously. "I mean, I have to stay at school a while longer, till I'm sixteen at least, and then my mother wants me to go on to a secretarial college and get a job as an Office Lady in a company, and all that, and I'm sure that's very sensible. But it's not really living, is it?" "So what would you call really living?" She shifted position on the _futon_ and turned me so that I was lying on my back while she leant over me. I could feel her hair tickling my shoulders and neck. Normally that would have excited me and I would have pulled her down onto me as a preliminary to yet more kissing and fondling. But somehow I felt that this conversation, the last we could have together before my mother's return, was about to become the most important discussion in my life so far. I thought carefully about how to reply to Reina's question. The simple - and, so far as it went, truthful - answer would have been "sex", but somehow I needed to say more than that. Of course sex was hugely important to me, as it surely is to every girl, but just because it is something every girl wants and enjoys I had to find the words to express how very special it was to me. "When I was ... having that experience earlier this evening," I began at last, "it felt incredibly wonderful. It was much more wonderful than anything I'd felt before. Of course I was tingling all over - I always am when my lovers do nice things to me." I paused for a moment, feeling very grown-up at being able to speak of having lovers - more than one at a time. "But when they, you know, took me to paradise with the way they loved me, it felt as if I wasn't me any more, as if I had been completely remade and was living in a way I had never lived before and had never really guessed a girl could live. I'm still feeling that now, a bit. And I want to go on feeling that, for ever and ever. I want to be loved like that and taken to paradise. All the time. Now that I know where it is, and how to get there." Reina smiled down at me encouragingly, resting on one elbow, her chin on the palm of her hand. "You see," I went on, anxious to explain what I meant now that I had somehow found the words, "it isn't only the sex. That's fantastic of course. But it's even more wonderful because I'm doing it while everyone watches. When I'm on a platform with an audience there, or - " suddenly I remembered how it had felt at the dating agency that afternoon " - in front of a camera, and get naked for the audience or the camera to see, that's when the wonderfulness begins. And making love to a man I've never met before and whose name I've never heard ... knowing that his lovely hard cock and his desire for me have been made by my nudity and my sexiness and are all mine to do just what I like with, and then when he loves me and whips me because _I_ want him to ... not just because he wants me, though that too of course, it feels so beautiful and so - so pure!" "You're a very lucky girl," said Reina. "Don't you feel like that?" I asked anxiously. "Don't all girls?" "_I_ feel like that," she replied, "and that's why I do the work I do. I couldn't imagine doing anything else. And so do you. I could tell that the moment I saw you when I came here to look after you. You're just like I was at your age, only more so. Of course you will do what I do. What do you think I've been training you for?" I looked at her, startled for a moment. My overwhelming experiences and emotions during the evening had temporarily driven out of my mind her plans for my future. "But what about other girls?" I asked again, really wanting to know. "And - " an awful thought suddenly struck me " - how long does it last, this feeling? Will I be too old for it one day? You know, like my mother?" "That's two questions!" she said with a laugh. "Not all girls feel a desire for sex, especially public sex, as intensely as you do. Those who do make a career out of it, as you will. The others keep sex as a recreation, a hobby, something to make up for the boredom of everyday life. And as for how long it lasts - well, a career as a nude model and sex performer, if you're lucky, might last as long as five years. If you're not so lucky, just a year or so. You've no idea the pressure there is from newcomers. Japan is full of young girls desperate to get their chance in the sex business. Girls like you are now." "But that's terrible! I hoped it would last for _ever_!" "Well, you may be luckier than most. The industry depends mainly on young beginners: innocent dewy-eyed girls who look as if they've only just discovered the wonder of sex in public and can't get enough of it. But a few girls manage to go on much longer. They develop into older, more sophisticated sex actresses and role-models. And anyway, I was talking about the career. I didn't mean that your sex-life will be short. If you are sensible and save your money, and make useful connections, you can become the sex-partner of a rich and successful man, if that's what you want, or build up a stable of lovers. Or even both. Quite a lot of men like to have first call on the services of a former sex-actress, and then leave her free to do exactly what she likes the rest of her time. So long as she's discreet, of course." I gazed up at her open-mouthed. It was so much to take in! Could I one day be the mistress of a wealthy man with, I hoped, interesting sexual tastes and a strong appetite? Or did I want to be the centre of an army of lusty young men dedicated to satisfying my appetite - or trying to satisfy it, in vain of course? That idea was such fun I began to giggle. "Some girls just accept that it won't go on for ever, and use their connections to get a job with a company. Knowing what men want is quite useful experience for success in an office job. And you can keep sex as a hobby on the side. Like your mother does." "You mean," I said in astonishment, "my mother - " I wanted to say "has lovers" but somehow the words would not come " - goes on dates?" I finished lamely. Reina laughed. "Of course! You don't think all those late evenings are on company business? Some are, of course. But she gets asked out by other executives; and sometimes she goes to ladies' clubs. You know, where older women can meet handsome young men for discreet sex." Suddenly my astonishment at this discovery that my mother had a sex-life was replaced by a recent memory. Harry and his friend Anton had spoken of "ladies' clubs" where well-paid older women, hard-working female executives, went to relax with handsome young men. It hadn't meant much to me at the time, but now I was amazed by the thought that the men who had just pleasured me so beautifully might previously have fucked my mother! "Time to go to sleep," said Reina. "Remember, you have an important appointment tomorrow morning." "Yes. With Bob Williams, isn't it? Why are we going there? Is it something to do with my career? Or does he - " I added with a naughty giggle: " - does he want to whip me again?" "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She laughed, leant forward and began to tickle my tummy with her elegant long nails. "You'd like him to whip you again, nice and hard, wouldn't you, you insatiable little ...?" "Of course! I'd love it!" "Well, perhaps he will." She became serious again. "But there are two other reasons. The first is that he will have someone calling on him tomorrow whom I very much want you to meet. She can help you a lot if you make the right impression on her, so make sure you do." "She?" "Yes, she. The other reason is that there's one thing missing from your sexual experience and I've left it very late to have you taught. You've never been tied up for sex, have you?" "Rope bondage, you mean?" I said, sounding as casual as I could. "Oh, you know about it, do you?" "I've read about it. And seen pictures. It seems rather thrilling. But I've never done it." "It _is_ thrilling. Very. And Bob Williams is an expert with ropes. For a _gaijin_, that is. You'll love it." "Have you been bound for sex, Reina?" "Oh yes. Frequently. I adore it. And so will you. Now go to sleep." [Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: A Business Meeting] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams