Learning_About_Myself.11 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/11 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 11 CHAPTER XI A Business Meeting Telling me to go to sleep was no doubt good advice in theory, but difficult to put into practice: I was just too excited at the thought of tomorrow's meeting with Bob Williams and his ropes, and then with the mysterious woman who would help me with my future career. But at last I did fall asleep, and was rewarded with a lovely dream of being kidnapped by many-tentacled alien monsters and subjected to exquisite experiments in their space-ship laboratory. The next morning my excitement made up for my lack of sleep. After I had cleared away breakfast and Reina had made some phone calls, we set off for the Akasaka district again where Bob Williams had an apartment. On Reina's instructions I was wearing the simple floral dress from the previous day. "Nothing at all underneath, I suppose?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "That's right. You're learning fast!" she replied with a smile. "Do you know what I'd really like to do? Put on a pair of nipple-clamps. That would be so nice and stimulating." "Why not? Good idea. He'd like that." From where I had hidden them I quickly found the little pair of metal sheaths, nothing more than wide rings of steel to slide over the nipples and held in place by the tiny screw underneath which could be adjusted so that the pretty instruments gripped as tightly as I desired. "Ooh, yes! Lovely!" I said, as I slipped the little decorations over my erect nipples and twisted the mechanisms till my sensitive breasts felt as if they were on fire and a warm glow spread all through me. "Wouldn't it be lovely to wear nothing else?" "Yes, I'm sure!" said Reina with a laugh. "Lovely for you and lovely for everyone who saw you. At a party, or a photo-shoot, or in a video. But no, not on the subway or in the street." "But I'm sure I've seen shots of girls nude in public," I said doubtfully. "Oh yes. There's a flourishing little sub-genre of the sex-video industry. _Roshutsu_, they call it. Going out nude. Short videos of girls walking around nude in busy streets, or lifting their skirts to show that they're nude underneath. You know, flashing shots." "I'd _love_ to do that! Mayn't I? Have you ever done it?" "No, I haven't. But girls I've met in the industry who've done it say it gives you a rush like nothing else. It requires a lot of organising, though. Protection. Watching out for the police and so on." "So why couldn't I ..." "You must understand," said Reina becoming serious, "that our industry is very ... what's the word ... compartmentalised. If a girl becomes known for making a particular kind of video, then she may get a lot of work doing that, but then it's difficult to persuade the studios to take her on for other things." "Oh, yes - I remember you telling me your studio didn't want you to make _sadisu-chan_ scenes. Because then it would be difficult to do other things." "That's right. It wasn't that I didn't want to, or didn't enjoy it - it was just that they didn't want me stuck in a particular niche. And nor did I. If you're to have a career in the adult video industry, we'll have to plan very carefully what you do first and how you progress through the different genres." "Do you really think I can have a career like that?" I asked, my heart beating fast. "Of course! That's what I keep trying to tell you. I've been watching you all this time we've been together. You're a natural for it. But we mustn't waste you. I hope Kato-san - the lady you're seeing later today - will take responsibility for you and guide you." I stared at her. I could say nothing. It was too much to take in. My fingers strayed to my breasts and fiddled with the mechanism of my nipple-clamps. Reina stopped being serious and laughed again. "Yes, you do look nice wearing those!" she said. "Here - let's improve them a bit." She fiddled with the oddments she had left lying around on my mother's - temporarily her - dressing-table and came towards me with something glittering in her fingers. She lifted each of my breasts in turn and hooked a little chain to the underside of each clamp. I turned towards the dressing-table mirror and stooped so that I could see what she had done. I now had a pretty silver arrow suspended from each breast, swaying sexily as I moved but pointing downwards. "There!" said Reina happily. "Just in case anyone who sees you forgets that you have something even nicer to offer him lower down. Or her. Not that anyone could fail to notice. You have kept your pussy-hair shaved, haven't you? Good girl! Now put on your dress and hurry along. We mustn't keep people waiting." == So it was that I found myself sitting beside her on the subway heading for Akasaka Mitsuke station, my knees and thighs primly together below my short wide skirt and my eyes modestly downcast, but my cunt throbbing from the glow spreading from my tightly clamped breasts and my mind full of dreams of a life filled with the most intricate and sophisticated sexual experiences. Bob's apartment was in a strange pyramid-shaped block down a side-street in Akasaka. From the entrance hall we took the elevator to the fourth floor and Reina rang the bell beside the only door. "He has the whole floor?" I asked in an awe-struck whisper. "Two floors," replied Reina. "It's a duplex." Before I could say anything else the door opened and Bob was greeting Reina with a kiss. Then he nodded to me and I bowed respectfully. "It's Sayaka-san isn't it?" he said with a friendly smile. "Do you remember me?" "Of course!" How could I not remember the man who, with the gentle loving strokes of his whip, had given me the key to a whole new world of sexual delight? He led the way into his apartment, down a short corridor into the main living-room. It was big and comfortably furnished, and looked out down the hill of Akasaka through sliding windows along one wall. To one side was a broad spiral staircase leading up to the floor above. There was a strange noise coming from one corner of the room: a sort of strangled sobbing and gasping. I turned towards it and saw a naked girl sitting on an upright armchair. I looked at Bob in surprise. "I hope you don't mind," he said, speaking to Reina rather than to me. "One of my pupils. She's here for a sensitivity-raising session. I'd arranged the appointment before you phoned. She'll be no trouble, and we can hold our discussions while she gets on with it." "Of course," said Reina. "And you are in such demand, Bob _sensei_ ..." "And anyway, I know it sounds silly," he went on, "but nowadays I find I like to have a girl here just getting on with enjoying herself and, you know, decorating the apartment and making mood music. It looks pretty and sounds nice, and it stimulates me. I suppose I'm getting decadent and perverted in my old age." Reina kissed him. I continued to gaze in fascination at the girl. "That's one of the things we all love about you, Bob," she said. "You get more and more decadent and perverted. We can hardly keep up with you. It's a hot-chair, is it?" "Yes. My pupils love their sessions on it. I had it made specially - with two dildos, for the arse as well as the cunt. They both vibrate and give electrical stimulation, of course." "How long has she been on it?" "Oh, about an hour so far. It's her first session, so two hours should be enough." He slipped an arm round Reina's waist and took her over to a comfortable couch upholstered in black leather. "I have to be careful," he went on as they sat down together. "I used to have the chair in my special upstairs room ... you know ..." "The room you call your torture-chamber," said Reina in a soft voice. "That's right. And one afternoon I had a pupil here using the chair ... she was quite experienced and I left her on her own while I went to the bedroom to shower and change my clothes. And when I came out I was so preoccupied with the evening ahead that I forgot all about her. I came back very late and was getting ready for bed when I suddenly remembered that she was still there!" "And was she all right?" "Oh yes. When I released her she thanked me very prettily and asked why I hadn't let her stay there longer!" As neither of them was paying attention to me I wandered over to the corner to look at the girl on her chair. She was naked apart from white boots with very high silver spike heels and a sort of white leather harness over her head and face: straps held a white ball-gag firmly in her mouth and buckled round the back of her head, while other straps passed on either side of her nose, joined on her forehead and led over the top of her head to the back of her neck. Other white leather straps bound her wrists and ankles tightly to the chair's arms and legs. From behind her ball-gag she was able to let out only stifled moans and gasps, and the humming of the mechanism on which she was doubly impaled could be heard clearly. Bob had finished talking to Reina and came across to join me. He looked down affectionately at the bound girl, but her eyes did not react: she seemed lost in a world of her own. "I think she's enjoying herself, don't you?" he said. "Oh yes, I'm sure she is! But what is it all doing to her?" "There are dildos in her cunt and arse, of course, vibrating, thrusting in and out, and giving her random electrical stimulation." "M'm, nice! How long do you plan to keep her here?" He took me aside and spoke softly so that the girl could not hear. "Well, as I was telling Reina this is her first experience of the hot-chair so I think two hours should be enough. She's had one hour already. But part of the pleasure of imprisoning a girl on the hot-chair is that I don't tell her how long I plan to keep her there. She has no idea how long the stimulation will last. All she can do is try to tolerate it with no hope of release. Nice for her, don't you think?" He took me by the waist and we moved back towards the chair. "It's time to make some adjustments. We don't want her to get used to it, do we?" He picked up a clean cloth from a little table and carefully wiped the saliva and sweat from her face. Then he slowly adjusted some controls at the back of the chair. The girl's body stiffened and she flung her head back, letting out a strangled scream. I could hear the humming of the mechanism increase and the random pulsation was now more distinct. She wriggled on her seat as much as her tight bonds would allow: was she trying to get away from the maddening dildos or snuggling down onto them even more firmly? Both at once, perhaps. "She has very pretty breasts, don't you think? As well as everything else." She certainly had: not quite as big as mine, perhaps, I thought with a touch of satisfaction but firm and round, the hard erect nipples betraying the way the tormenting mechanisms in her lower love-holes were arousing her. "I've deliberately left them alone so far," he said. "I don't want her to have everything at once. But ..." He picked up a whip with broad strips of white leather dangling from its handle. He measured his distance carefully, then began to lash the girl's breasts, slowly so that she had time to appreciate each stroke before the next followed it. She seemed to push her chest forward as if welcoming each one and longing for the next. Using a white whip on a girl restrained with white straps was very elegant, I thought. After ten or a dozen strokes he put down the whip and began to fondle her gently. "Yes, I think she enjoyed that," he said. "So now it's time for something more, well, interesting." He reached behind the chair and pulled out two metal clips on the ends of wires. He carefully attached the clips to her nipples, and when he was satisfied that they were tight enough adjusted more controls on the chair-back. The girl's body stiffened again and the moaning from behind the ball-gag became more intense. "Electrical stimulation, you see," he explained, "the voltage fluctuating randomly and of course each breast on a different cycle from what is happening to her cunt and arse. And no way she can escape it. Well, that should keep her happy for a while." "Yes," I murmured, and then, almost silently, "lucky girl!" "Would you like to try it some time?" asked Bob with a kindly smile. "Ooh yes - may I really?" "Of course! We'll make an appointment for you." He looked again at the bound girl, and reached out to pat her cheek where the harness left it open to his touch. "She's just sixteen," he said. "Her name is Chisa. She was dancing at a strip-club and dreaming of a career in the sex industry. Like so many girls! You too, I guess?" I blushed and nodded. "It was just one of those ordinary clubs where they announce Amateur Night if they see a girl in the audience so she can get up and show what she can do. And when she's nude and thoroughly aroused they let her choose someone to have her. I expect you go to places like that?" I said nothing, and after a moment he went straight on with his story. "Then one night a man came into the Club and spotted her. He's rich and can afford to keep several girls for his private use. I guess he rents them out to friends when he doesn't need them. Anyway, he tried her out - of course she had the sense to choose him as her lover when she'd had enough of dancing nude on her own. He liked her, and offered to add her to his stable if she could ... you know ... increase her stamina - keep going longer - and expand her repertoire. He has some very special tastes, you see. Of course in Japan a man can easily find girls who will gladly participate in _any_ kind of sex, the more unusual the better, if he knows where to look and can afford to pay them. But Chisa-san's Master prefers his girls to be young and innocent. He likes to feel he is debauching them when he makes them submit to his ... er ... specialisms. It pleases him if they are frightened and, you know, upset by what he does to them, and only gradually come to enjoy it and want it. So the girls have to learn the things he likes, and _then_ pretend to be too innocent to know what they are. Do you follow?" "Oh yes! It sounds fun." "So a friend advised her to apply to me and I'm training her." "How wonderful!" "Yes, it is. For both of us. Of course he'll get tired of her after a while. As she gets older and loses her innocence." "Her _apparent_ innocence," I suggested. "That's right! I knew you'd understand. But with what she'll have learnt from him - and me - she'll be sure to land work in high-class establishments and studios." I said nothing but my face must have showed how much I envied her and longed for the same opportunities. "Now, you've come here for some training too, haven't you? Reina-san said you need to learn about bondage." Again I blushed and nodded. "Come over to the middle of the room, then, and take your dress off." Once I was nude he made me turn round and pose in different positions. He stepped close to me and flicked the little decorations screwed to my breasts. "Very pretty. You like wearing them? Yes, I see you do," he added as he adjusted them even tighter and observed my reaction. "Well, leave them on for the moment if they please you! Now, where did I ..." He hunted in a drawer and produced a rope. He held it in front of me. It was doubled with a big loop at one end, loose ends at the other and several knots along its length. It was coarse, well-used brown hempen rope, not plastic. "We'll start with something very straightforward. Now, I want you to watch carefully what I do and learn to do it yourself. It's a good bondage creation to start a session with: shows your lover that you enjoy being roped up and invites him to do other more restrictive things to you. Lots of girls get pleasure from wearing it. You'd be surprised how many girls you see around, looking like innocent little virgins, are actually wearing a rope like this under their clothes instead of a bra and panties." He placed the big loop over my head, then pulled the double rope down my body, between my legs and up my back till he could tuck it through the loop behind my neck. There were three big knots down my front - one above my breasts, one below them and one at my navel - and two more which nestled delightfully in my cunt and arsehole. Suddenly I felt him bring the two ends of the rope round under my armpits and through the space between the first and second knots. He pulled them tight and twisted them round the double rope along my back. Then he did the same with the space between the second and third knots, pulled the rope tight and twisted the ends through the rope at my back again. Finally what was left of the two ends was tied firmly round my waist and finished in a bow at my front. The result felt lovely. The coarse yet flexible rope kissed my skin and imprisoned my breasts beautifully. Best of all, as the ropes tightened with each turn round my body, the knots at my cunt and arsehole pressed ever more firmly into the places they were designed to fit. Mr Williams encouraged me to walk up and down the room and with every step my lower love-holes felt as if they were being probed by the fingers of an expert lover. No wonder girls secretly wore ropes like these under their clothes! The only surprise was that they somehow managed not to give themselves away by constantly coming in public. "How does it feel?" asked Bob. "Wonderful!" I gasped. "I never want to take it off! Can I really wear it under my clothes - in the street, everywhere?" "Of course! That rope's a present for you. It fits you just right and you'll soon learn how to put it on as quickly as you put on your bra and panties. If you _wear_ bra and panties, that is," he added with a little laugh. "Watch the girls you pass in the street or sit opposite in the subway, and you'll soon learn to tell which of them are secretly wearing ropes like that. Now that you've learned to wear one yourself, you'll recognise the sort of special glow it gives a girl. It's a style of rope bondage called _karada_, by the way. I guess it's an abbreviation for _karada-doresu_ or body-dress." "I suppose so," I said vaguely. "How do girls manage not to come, wearing this? I'm sure I will. All the time." "You have to learn to control yourself. Hold back from the brink. Most girls find it adds to the pleasure. Teasing yourself like that. Then when you meet your lover the first fuck is even more tremendous. And of course seeing you nude in your secret bondage ropes excites him and gives him ideas for even nicer ways of tying you up." I said nothing, but I was sure he could tell from the way my heart was beating and my eyes were sparkling that I was longing to excite a lover like that. "So now you know about the B of BDSM. Bondage. BD stands for Bondage and Discipline. DS stands for Domination and Submission. Discipline, Submission: being tied up, restrained, punished, gladly doing whatever your Master demands. And of course you know what SM is: sado-masochism. The joy of giving pain and receiving it. Named after two of the greatest benefactors of mankind - and womankind - who ever lived. Never mind all the religious thinkers and political leaders: give thanks to the Marquis de Sade and Ritter von Sacher-Masoch." Reina, who had been sitting silent on the black leather couch during all this, suddenly laughed. "Bob is an expert on historical pornography as well as everything else," she said. "He knows all about what our ancestors wrote about sex." "My ancestors too - westerners," Bob interrupted. "They weren't as clever and ingenious as yours, or the ancient Chinese, about sexual pleasure. But they knew a few things all the same." "I must say Bob sometimes has lovely ideas from his reading about how we can pleasure each other," Reina went on. "But personally, I prefer doing it to reading about it. I guess most people do, and always did." "Well, yes," said Bob, "I'm sure men were whipping girls and tying them up, and girls were begging for it, ages before de Sade and von Sacher-Masoch came along and described it so beautifully." "I don't think," I said shyly, "I'm really a masochist. I was discussing it with Reina-san. Masochists enjoy pain, don't they? But I'm not like that. I mean, I don't feel it as pain. When you ..." I looked up at him anxiously, but knowing that I was flirting with him too "... taught me to enjoy the whip that day we first met, it certainly wasn't pain. It was like being kissed and stroked by the most gentle and loving partner. And it's always like that." "You've been whipped since then, have you?" "Oh yes," I said coyly. "But it's never been quite as beautiful as when you did it." "Well, I'd better do it some more then, hadn't I? We have a little time before Kato-san arrives." He thought for a moment. "It's interesting, what you just said. I think I'm a sadist all right, but I don't want to hurt girls just for the sake of hurting them. One of my greatest pleasures is watching girls come. And I whip Japanese girls because they love it so much, and come so beautifully when I do it to them. So let's go to my secret room and then you can show me how nicely you can come for me." He slipped an arm round my waist and guided me to the curving open-tread staircase which led to the upper floor of his apartment. Reina glanced at the girl on the hot-seat who was groaning in ecstatic agony as the increased settings of the apparatus tormenting her drove her helplessly into her private paradise. Deciding that she was safe on her own for a while, she followed us. We turned right on reaching the upper corridor and came to a door with a push button lock. Bob entered the code and the door swung open. He pressed switches and the windowless room lit up. I looked around in surprise: there were vertical metal bars in the centre and I could see a red X-shaped frame from floor to ceiling against the back wall. There was a comfortable black-leather armchair and a narrow couch against one corner. "Don't be frightened," said Mr Williams. Despite his words, I knew it would please and stimulate him if I showed that I _was_ a little frightened. I was sure he shared the tastes of the wealthy man who was buying little Chisa downstairs. I hoped he did, anyway. I made myself tremble slightly. His arm tightened protectively round me. "I'm ... I'm not," I said hesitantly. "Frightened, I mean. Not really." I shivered again. "It's just that I ... don't know what to expect ..." "Don't worry! I told you: I won't hurt you - more than you want to be hurt, that is. Stand in the middle there." I obeyed. He went over to a closet which I had not previously noticed and returned with something in glittering metal. "Hold out your hands." The thing he was holding turned out to be a pair of handcuffs which he quickly fastened round my wrists. He picked up a remote control like that used for a TV set - except that there was no TV set - from the arm of the leather chair and pressed a button. With a humming noise a hook on the end of a chain descended from the ceiling and dangled in front of me. Mr Williams arranged the short chain of my cuffs over the hook and it began to rise again, stopping only when my hands were as far above my head as they comfortably could be and I was stretched tightly, my heels only just in contact with the floor. "Very nice," he said, and returned to the closet in the corner. "Now, I think you will enjoy this." He showed me a long whip of many strands made from thin cord. He ran them through his fingers in front of my face, pointing out the tight knots tied in each lash. I already had experience of whips like that, of course, but tried to look as if it were new to me. "Will it ... will it hurt?" I whispered, as if barely able to speak. "He will kiss you beautifully," he continued, not answering my question directly. "He will love you and you will love him." "Yes," I whispered. "He will, when _you_ use him. And I will, I will ... try to bear it," I added, making myself shiver fearfully again. He smiled and patted my cheek with his free hand. Yes, my pretence of fear at what was to be done to me was stimulating him just as I had hoped. "I shan't gag you, he said. "I like to hear a girl scream, beg, whatever. And of course this room is sound-proofed." "May I keep my nipple-clamps on?" I asked anxiously. "Yes. That type won't injure you, even under the whip. But I think we'd better take off the little chains. Just to be safe. Help me, will you, Reina-san?" Together they removed the tiny metal arrows dangling from my clamps. Bob moved behind me and I heard the whip's long lashes rustling sexily as they uncoiled and fell to the floor. Then he lifted them and for the first time they embraced me, lightly, and oh so lovingly. "Ahhh ... oh, lovely ..." I gasped as the wonderful tender kiss on my sensitive bottom overwhelmed me. And it began. Rhythmically, steadily the lashes wrapped themselves round my hips, kissed me with increasing passion, fell to the floor and rose again. I swayed from side to side, the rough embrace of the rope and its teasing knots pressing greedily into my love-holes adding to my joy. Yes, there could be nothing more glorious than this: to be bound, to be helpless, to be made love to by this wonderful instrument, wielded by a man who was enslaved by my tantalisingly vulnerable nudity. "Oh, I love you, I love you - more ... more ..." I begged. I didn't know whether I was professing love for the whip, for my bondage rope and handcuffs, or for Mr Williams. All of them at once, I suppose. Then the whipping stopped, but only for a moment. Before I could protest, he was standing in front of me, raising the lovely whip and preparing it to kiss my breasts and tummy. Oh, how beautiful it was, wrapping itself round me as I looked down and watched it at work! And how exquisite it felt, the kiss of the knotted lashes blending with the fire from my nipple-clamps! I wanted it never to stop. I wanted to live for ever in this heaven of loving sensation. Suddenly I became aware of a red light flashing on the wall. The whip's embraces faltered and stopped. "That's the front door," I heard Mr Williams say. "Must be Kato-san. Would you mind going, Reina? I'll prepare Sayaka-chan." So near to heaven, and yet it was all over already! Mr Williams lowered the hook from the ceiling, freed me from the cuffs and passed me a cloth with which to wipe my face and body. Then he led me out of the secret room where I had been so happy and down the stairs again. In the living-room an elegant lady in a short-skirted business suit and efficient-looking black heels was talking to Reina. They were discussing the girl who was still bound to the hot-seat. "Oh, yes - I heard about her," the elegant lady was saying. "She's been chosen to be one of ---'s girls, hasn't she?" She mentioned a name even I had heard of, that of a man who had made a fortune from owning television channels and had been elected to the House of Councillors the previous year. There had been some critical comment, I now remembered, about a very rich man having apparently managed to buy votes despite the strict rules limiting campaigning expenses, but I hadn't paid much attention. After all, celebrities often got themselves elected to the Upper House of the Diet and seemed to add some colour to the otherwise drab world of Japanese politics. "Yes, that's right," said Reina. "Lucky girl, don't you think? She happened to catch his eye at a strip-club and has the inexperienced, innocent look he likes. Bob is giving her some sensitivity training." "That's right," said Bob, abandoning me and joining the group. "She has a lot to learn but she's doing well. Would you like me to take her gag out? Then we could hear her scream and beg for mercy. She does it very prettily." "Better not," said the visitor. "We have some business to discuss." "Of course, I'm just teaching her the basics," Bob went on. "How to make her orgasms last ... how to beg for mercy in a way that guarantees she won't get it - you know the sort of thing. Some other experts have been brought in to teach her the very special sexual practices her new master specialises in." "And then teach her how to look as if she knows nothing about them," added Reina with a laugh. "That's what he likes, isn't it, and is prepared to pay for: a completely innocent girl whom he can introduce to some very _un_innocent sex." "While she begs him prettily to spare her. But you remember the fuss there was," said the visitor, "when one of his girls was so frightened and upset when she discovered what he wanted to do to her - what she was expected to do to him - that she ran away. It cost him a lot to hush that up. So now his girls have to be specially trained to look and act innocent and let him feel that he's introducing them to things they never dreamt of but soon come to love." "That's very Japanese, don't you think?" put in Mr Williams. "Pretending so realistically that the pretence becomes the real thing." "Do you think so?" said Reina vaguely. "But they last only six months or so. Then he gets tired of them. He can see they aren't innocent any more." "And that's where Mr Otani and I come in," said the lady. "They're often just right for us. They've learned to act, and when they come to us all that training isn't wasted. Still, you didn't ask me here to discuss _her_ future." She turned towards me and I bowed respectfully. It seemed strange to be greeting this elegant stranger wearing nothing but my nipple-clamps, silver high-heels and a rope tied tightly round my body, but she did not appear to find it odd so I did my best to act naturally. "My name is Megumi Kato," she said. And you are ...?" "I am Sayaka," I replied shyly. "Of course. Come and sit here." She patted the big black couch beside her and we sat side-by-side. I took up a respectful posture, knees together, turned towards her, but I was very conscious of the arousing feel of the leather against my well-whipped bottom and thighs. "So, Sayaka-san, you are hoping for a career in the sex industry." "Well, yes ... that is ... it's not so much a career ..." "Oh? And what do you want to do then?" She smiled encouragingly so I went on as best I could. "I mean ... what I want - what I've wanted for _ever_ so long - is lots and lots of sex." I could feel I was blushing foolishly, but at last I had got it out. "It seems to be - it _is_ - the most important thing in my life. I think about it, dream about it all the time. Ever since I, you know ... And my cousin Reina has been so kind and helpful. And she thought ... I thought ..." "You could get all the sex you wanted working as a nude model and JAV actress. Well, that's true enough. When was your first time?" "I was thirteen," I said, looking down and blushing again. "A very good age to start. It became the most important thing in your life right from that moment?" "I ... er ... I enjoyed it of course and wanted to do it again. And I soon found that the more I did it the more I wanted to do it. _Had_ to do it. It's been like that for me, more and more, ever since." I had never spoken so openly with anyone about my sexual desires - not even with Reina. But somehow this woman made me want to tell her everything. She smiled at me again - oh, so charmingly. There was something maternal about her - but I had never been able to speak so frankly to my real mother. "Well, that's a very nice and natural desire to feel. And I'm sure you get plenty, a pretty girl like you." She looked at me approvingly. "How old are you now?" "Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in September." "And what experience have you had?" "Well, mainly with other girls after school. And then with some of the boys. But since Reina became my friend," I went on with increasing confidence, "she's taken me to places where I've done some stripping and nude dancing. For an audience. That was _lovely_. And we went together to a park one Sunday and picked up some young men and had sex in the open air. That was _fantastic_. And then a school-friend and I went out together and a group of men took us and ... and ..." "Gang-raped you?" "Is that what it's called? Yes, on a pedestrian overpass with people watching." "Did you enjoy that?" "Oh, _yes_!" "And what has Bob been teaching you?" She looked round at him with an affectionate smile. I was not then experienced in other people's relationships, but it suddenly occurred to me that the elegant lady and the handsome _gaijin_ must have been lovers. Perhaps still were. "Mr Williams was the first man who ever whipped me," I said shyly. "And today he taught me about ropes ..." My hands strayed of their own accord to the _karada_, as he had called it, embracing me. "Well, Sayaka," said Kato-san in a more businesslike voice, "let me explain. I run a studio which makes JAV, sex videos. Together with Mr Otani, who is also my husband. It's called Marucho. Perhaps you've heard of it?" My blank face must have made it obvious that I had not. "Never mind, you have now. I began like you: a girl who could never get enough sex, and when I was eighteen I started work acting in sex videos for the company I now run. And because I was a young sex actress myself I take a special interest in the new girls starting in the profession." I nodded. It felt as if my dreams were coming true. As I had admitted to Kato-san, I had never given more thought to my future than wanting it to contain as much sex as possible. Even though Reina had spoken to me a lot about the idea of making use of my love of sex to build a career in the sex industry, I had not really thought about it in practical terms. But looking at this wonderful woman - so beautiful, so assured, so experienced - I decided in that moment that working for her company - for _her_ - was what I wanted to do with myself. The sex would be frequent and varied and wonderful: I was sure of that. But above all I would be doing it for her. I would be her pupil, her _deshi_ or disciple. For the first time in my life I had found a hero, a role-model, whom I could admire and worship. I pulled myself together and made an effort to concentrate on what she was saying. "Since Mr Otani and I took over the company we've expanded it into new areas. Sex videos are still our core business, but we now work with associate companies - photographic studios whose work we market, strip-club chains for whom we supply girls from our stable of young actresses, even agencies recruiting young call-girls to go on dates with their clients. They send their best girls on to us when they're old enough and have learned all they can in the 'assisted dating' business." "But I'm doing that!" I interrupted, startled. "_Enjo kosai_. Assisted dating. That is ..." I added, confusedly, "... I will be doing it. Very soon." "I'm delighted to hear it," said Kato-san with a kindly smile. "It's the best way for a young girl like you to learn about the sex trade. Then when you're sixteen, and if you work hard and do well, we can think about some photo-shoots with one of our associate studios. Just gravure[18] glamour at first: bikini shots and so on, then a few _te-bura_[19], then properly topless, finally building up to shoots with full nudity. _Hea-nuudo_ of course - at least that battle for freedom has been won." "It sounds wonderful," I said. "Will you really help me to do all that?" "Of course! If you work hard and deserve it. It's a matter of building up a fan-base, you see. People will have seen your stills, building up to your nude shots, in magazines and on the net. Some will have caught your act at strip-clubs, or read about you. There'll be rather coy interviews with you, in which you'll describe your feelings in posing for the camera or stripping on stage, and be all shy about the suggestion that you might go further. My studio will handle all that. We know how to titillate your fans with hints of a first real sex video on the way. We'll have them longing to see it. They'll be writing you fan-mail, begging you to let them see you fucking." I was overwhelmed. I felt as if someone was making love to me, stroking me, kissing me, preparing for the wonderful moment when he would take me to heaven with his whip and his cock ... "Will it be ... will I be tied up, whipped?" I asked anxiously. "Ah, you love that, don't you? I understand. So did I when I started! Still do ... Well, once again, gradually. We start with a shy eager girl keen to make love. Masturbating. That sort of thing. Then perhaps a video with a _little_ bondage. A harness when making love, cuffs, some gentle spanking. And at last we make the big breakthrough. You see, the industry is very fragmented." "Yes," I said shyly. "Reina warned me about that." "Girls are easily stuck in particular niches. If you specialise in BDSM you tend to stay there. It's the same with censorship. That wretched mosaic. I'd love to show you without it, but we may have to start that way. Then we respond to your fans, give way to their desire to see you fully nude. Plenty of publicity when you transfer to a studio specialising in uncensored movies - which just happens to be one of my companies. More coy interviews about how your fans want you to do it, and you long to meet their wishes, but are worried they'll be disappointed ... You see?" I nodded. It was all a bit too much to take in at once. But there was one point I had to explain, even if it made me seem immodest and pushy. "I do want ... I know it may not be possible from the start ... but I do want to do uncensored movies. And lots and lots of bondage and whipping scenes." She smiled and nodded. "That's good. But I'm glad you see you have to work up to it. After all, it's a way of structuring a career - making it last. And of course you can do all the bondage and torture scenes you want at exclusive events, private parties - you know." I sat back on the leather couch and took a deep breath. It all seemed to good to be true. "When ...?" "Yes, I know. You want to start at once. So did I, all those years ago. But we cannot, we absolutely cannot, use you in videos till you're eighteen. All the more so because we are expanding our US market and they're very strict about it. We have to certify that all our actresses are over eighteen." "But that's years away!" "That's exactly what I said when I was your age! Or a bit older. Do you know, I insisted on having my screen-test at Marucho on my eighteenth birthday, so as not to waste a single day? But listen. You start now as a call-girl with the assisted dating agency. You'll enjoy that and it's excellent training. Very, you know, varied. Reina-san will look after your finances, right?" She looked towards Reina who nodded. "Of course lots of girls of your age ignore the law and take the money, but if you're going to be a Marucho star we must make sure there are no scandals in your background. You'll be sixteen in September, you said. So we can start you then at photo studios and strip-clubs. Not before. Our rivals would love to be able to show that our new star had performed sex-acts in public for money when she was under-age. And then two years later ..." "It seems such a long time to wait." "Don't worry. It will pass quickly enough when you're enjoying yourself. And, as I said, there'll be private occasions where there are no rules. In fact presenting yourself as under-age - exaggerating it, pretending to be only fourteen but already in love with bondage and so on - is part of your attraction. You'll see." "Yes," I said, hardly able to speak with such a wonderful prospect opening before me. "Don't worry. I do want to use you. And I can't promise anything but you might well become a star. I could see at once that you have what I'm looking for. A little on the tall side, long legs, slim figure but with good breasts and bottom ... yes. Nice long hair - have you always worn it long?" "Well, yes ..." "Keep it that way. Different girls for different companies, and Mr Otani and I control quite a few companies, but for our core business Marucho you're the type we need. Elegant and yet dripping with sex." I could hardly speak but managed to murmur my thanks. "Now I must be going. But there are just two more things before I do. First, do your family know what you're planning to do and are they happy about it?" "There's only my mother ..." "I'll look after that," said Reina. "She'll be all right. Leave it to me." "The other thing is very, very important. Look into my eyes. No drugs. I mean it. I won't have any girls in my studio - in any of my companies - who take drugs. You never have, have you?" "No, of course not." "Stay that way. I used not to have to say that. But these days, there are drugs around everywhere, even in Japan. And especially in our industry. I can't imagine why. I'd have thought endless sex in all its varieties was such a high in itself no one could possibly need anything more. But remember what I said. No second chances." She stood up, straightened her skirt and picked up her handbag. "See Kato-san out, won't you, Sayaka?" said Mr Williams casually. For a moment the idea of opening the front door in my state of nudity startled me; but then I remembered: I am a nude model and sex performer now, I thought. This wonderful woman has accepted me in my new career. I ushered her respectfully down the corridor, opened the door and accompanied her as she crossed the hallway to the elevator. I bowed low as she entered and waited till the elevator doors closed before returning to Mr Williams's apartment. There was no one else around to see me. I felt sorry in a way. My final task before leaving was to help the others liberate Chisa from her bonds. Mr Williams stopped the mechanisms of the hot-chair and loosened the straps holding her wrists and ankles, while Reina carefully unclipped the electrical contacts from her nipples and removed the gag and harness. She seemed unable to do anything for herself: her eyes were closed and she was moaning slightly, lost in a world of her own. Reina and I gently wiped her face; then we lifted her inert body from the dildos which had been penetrating her, and laid her carefully on the leather couch. Mr Williams fetched a blanket from upstairs and tucked it gently round her. "Is she all right?" I asked. "Oh yes," he replied. "More than all right. She'll come round, probably tomorrow morning, and then wish she hadn't. She'll be begging to go back to where she is now. Wherever that is." I walked over to the chair she had occupied. The big dildos were beautifully modelled in stiff but flexible translucent plastic. I longed to feel them inside me. The thick one was just like a real cock, and was at present slippery with the love-juice its ceaseless vibration had produced from Chisa's cunt. The narrower one for the arsehole intrigued me: rather than being in the form of a slim cock or a finger as I had expected, it consisted of half-a-dozen round balls fixed to a long probe. I felt a pleasant tickle in my own arsehole as I took in what it might mean to have those balls push their way one by one past my anus. "May I really try it one day?" I asked shyly. "Of course. I promised to let you know when I have an appointment free for you. One day," he went on, "when I get rich, I'll buy several of these chairs. Wouldn't it be lovely to have a whole row of them, permanently occupied by a series of delightful girls all squealing in orgasm!" "May I ask you a question?" I asked after a moment. "Of course." "When you said that man's girls had to be trained to enjoy very specialised sex, and then had to learn to behave as if they _didn't_ enjoy it or know about it, what exactly did you mean?" "Oh," said Reina, joining us, "it's like when you're being whipped, and instead of saying what you really want, you know, 'Please whip me more! Whip me harder!' you beg him to stop, not to hurt you, and scream that you can't bear it." "Yes, I see," I said. "But if you do that isn't there a risk that he _would_ stop?" "On the contrary," said Mr Williams. "Nothing pleases a man more, or inspires him to greater efforts with the whip, than hearing his girl pleading for mercy and begging him not to hurt her. That way he has much more fun. And so does she." "Of course he knows she is pretending," said Reina, "and knows she actually wants him to whip her more. But she pretends very realistically." "Very Japanese. Like I said," said Mr Williams. "And it's the same with Chisa-san and her Master," said Reina. "By the time she comes to him, she will be expert at the kinky, depraved sex acts he wants her to perform, and will thoroughly enjoy them. But she will act the part of an innocent little virgin who knows nothing about these things, and will be horrified and beg for mercy when she discovers what he will force her to do. _Much_ more fun for him - and for her." She looked at me anxiously. "You _do_ understand that, don't you?" "Of course. But please tell me: what are the special things he likes to do to his girls?" She patted me kindly on the cheek. "Ah, that's another lesson for another day." FOOTNOTES [18] "Gravure", which originally referred simply to a printing technique, has been adopted by the Japanese sex industry as the term for non-nude shots of pretty girls. - B W [19] Te-bura, literally "hand bra", is the term for topless shots of young girls coyly hiding their breasts with their hands. - B W [Next in Part 12: Chapter XII: A Family Conference] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams