Learning_About_Myself.16 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/16 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 16 CHAPTER XVI I Prepare for a Party "Well, dearie, it sounds to me as if you had a very worthwhile evening," said my new friend Matsumoto-san. "Have some more tea. After all, being paid for sex is good, but it's even better when it's fun as well. Don't you agree?" "Oh yes! Of course I do!" I replied eagerly. "It's more than just fun. It's ... oh, I can't describe what it means to me. Sex is the most wonderful thing there is. There _couldn't_ be anything more wonderful. I understood that the very first time a boy gave me his cock to stroke, and it was so beautiful I just had to kiss it, and then it slipped into my mouth as if it belonged there, the most natural thing in the world ... and then ..." "And then he came?" "Yes! It was the first time anyone had done that to me but I knew - I just _knew_ - I wanted it to happen to me again and again. And then all the other wonderful things ..." Matsumoto-san was such a sympathetic person I felt I could tell her all about my sexual experiences without embarrassment. She had time for me, that was her secret, I suddenly thought. Not like my mother, who was always so busy ... not that that was her fault, of course. An elderly woman who took a maternal interest in me but _wasn't_ my mother, so I didn't have to feel awkward about speaking frankly to her ... The moment I had arrived at her untidy studio to return the beautiful clothes she had lent me, she urged me with her jolly laugh to give her a full account of everything Ken and I had done to each other the previous evening. "It's the only pleasure I have these days, hearing what you pretty little sluts get up to on your dates," she had said. "And don't forget, if you want a really fun evening with plenty of sex, dress the way Matsumoto tells you to dress." And now I was telling her quite openly about my first schoolboy lovers in the school gymnasium all that time ago. "Nice for you, dear," she said. "How old were you?" "Thirteen," I admitted with a little blush. "A very nice age to start," she replied with an encouraging smile. "How long did it take you before you began to enjoy the taste?" "Well, a little while," I said. "The first time it happened I was so surprised I didn't really know what I was supposed to do with it. I mean, I knew in theory about cum and all that, but it was so sudden ... the way it burst along his cock and flooded into my mouth - it was wonderfully exciting, of course, but all so new to me! I hardly even remember swallowing it, though I suppose I did. The thing I remember best is him holding me and cuddling me and thanking me and saying how fantastic I was." "But then?" "Of course I wanted to do it again as soon as I could and learn to do it better. And, yes, I did like the taste. But best of all was controlling it - making his cock grow, taking it into my mouth slowly, and being the one who decided when he would be allowed to come. When I wanted to encourage him I would tickle his balls with one hand and stroke his buttocks with the other, and if he let me I would slip my longest finger into his anus. He could never resist that! Sometimes he would grab my head and crush my face against him and thrust his cock down my throat. That was _so_ exciting! But even then I was the one in charge." "That's right, dearie! Never forget that!" "Of course they like to think they are in charge," I said with a giggle. "Let them. Let them think it if they want to! We girls know better!" "Yes ... I think I knew that from the very start." "And I expect before long the boys wanted to explore your pretty cunt?" "Yes, but I had to be careful about that. I knew that it might mean ... but now Reina has provided me with, you know, pills so I'm free to do what I like." The thought of Reina made me bounce eagerly on the couch. "She's been _so_ good to me. Thanks to her I discovered much more about sex, and more things I like doing. She took me to clubs and so on, and taught me not to be shy about being nude before an audience, and fucking with everyone watching ... that's so marvellous, don't you think?" "Oh, yes, dearie: I know, I know." "And this thing about being in charge: I understand it even better now. I am the one who decides to go nude. Sometimes the men call out to me and demand that I take my panties off and so on, but I do it when I'm ready and not before. And all those lovely hard, strong cocks waiting for me ... Reina explained to me that they are _mine_. I _made_ them. They weren't there before I teased the men and was nude for them to enjoy looking at. So I can do just what I like with them. That's such a wonderful feeling!" Matsumoto-san just nodded, her smile broader than ever. "And then her friend Mr Williams taught me about whips and ropes ... Oh, I've been so lucky!" "Yes, you've been lucky. Luckier than some girls anyway. You've discovered how to use your own sexuality the way it's meant to be used. To give yourself pleasure - and to give pleasure to other people too, of course. That's what a girl's sexuality is for." "Don't all girls discover that?" "Well, some are slow. Their sexy bodies develop, but their understanding of what it all means doesn't keep up. Such a shame - such a waste. That's one of the things that's good about working in the JAV industry: our videos teach girls what their pretty sexuality is for and how to use it." "Yes - I learnt a lot from the video Reina-san let me see. How to do things I hadn't thought of doing before." "I'm sure you did. Did Ken Kobayashi tell you about his sister Kimiko?" "Yes. He told me how she became a JAV actress. Do you know her? I'd love to meet her!" "Of course I do. I've dressed her often for her videos. Here, have some more tea. She was slow in learning about herself, but she's been making up for lost time since, the sweet little slut. Specialises in BDSM - did he tell you that? You know, being tied up and tortured and whipped." I nodded eagerly. "She gets a lot of fan-letters," Matsumoto-san went on. "From men, of course, telling her how they long to whip her themselves. But also from girls who've discovered new pleasures from watching her and copying what she does. Or has done to her. They're so pathetically grateful in their letters. That's so sweet and touching, I always think. But then I'm a sentimental old woman. Still, our industry does so much good. Giving employment to girls, and teaching others how to make the most of themselves. The world is a much better and happier place now that pornography is universally available. Still, you haven't come here to talk about that. When's your next date?" "Well, I don't know definitely, yet," I said carefully. "I haven't heard anything from my agency. But Ken-san ... Mr Kobayashi ... did say he wanted me to be his date for a party he's been invited to." "A sex-party, of course?" "Well, yes, I suppose so." "Aren't you a lucky girl, invited to a sex-party with a man like that! You'll have a great time. Has he told you what he'd like you to wear?" "Yes - he said the theme of the party was 'harness' and I was to wear that. He assumed I knew what he meant, and I was too embarrassed to ask." "So you've come to ask me! Quite right." She heaved herself to her feet and carried the tea-tray back to the kitchen. "Girls who wear what Matsumoto tells them are never disappointed," she went on, still talking as she went. "Help me move that table out of the way - that's right - then get your clothes off and stand there." She bustled round the room, hunting in drawers and returning with a bundle of what looked like black leather straps. I had stepped out of my cropped top and miniskirt and placed them neatly on the littered couch by the time she returned, and was unhooking my bra and slipping off my panties as she wheeled up the tall mirror. I expect you have seen a girl dressed in fetish harness often enough - either your own girl or a model in pictures from the internet - so I don't have to describe the design in detail. Of course then it was all new to me and wonderfully exciting! Basically harnesses come in two types. One sort has a leather or plastic collar round the neck, belts round your body above your breasts, below them, and round your waist, and then a vertical strap joining them all together down your front before passing between your legs and up your back. Where the straps cross they are joined either with rings or with metal studs. The other design of harness has a sort of diamond pattern, the main belt looped round the back of the your neck then crossing between your breasts and being joined by other diagonal straps and ending between your legs as before. Both types have buckles or other devices at the back to tighten the straps and ensure that your body is held smoothly and tautly. The big difference is whether the strap between your legs covers your crotch, perhaps with a modest little leather vee, so that your lovers have to undress you before they can fuck you - or does the belt divide into two narrow straps which fit snugly into the sensitive valleys at the tops of your thighs, so that your pussy is, like your breasts and your bottom, fully exposed? Of course I like that type of harness best: you can be fucked while still wearing it, without having to take anything off or loosen the strap embracing your crotch, and that feels especially lovely. But whichever type you choose, wearing a tight harness is enormously exciting, especially at a party or in a public place. It is just as exciting for your lover, who sees your nudity prettily enhanced by the taut straps with their hint of bondage and submission, and will repay your trouble with some of the best fucking and whipping you will ever experience. As I stood in the middle of the room in just my heels, Matsumoto-san dressed me in the different harnesses she had selected and tactfully remained unusually silent while I admired the beautifully provocative image in the tall mirror. "Would it be all right," I asked shyly, "to wear nipple-clamps as well?" "Of course it would, dearie! You'd look lovely like that! And ... no, you don't have a navel stud, do you?" "No. I know what you mean, but I've never had it done. I couldn't hide it and my school wouldn't like it." "Never mind. One day, when you've left school. Three pretty decorations, matching, dangling from your breasts and navel - that would be charming, don't you think? Now," she went on without waiting for an answer, "girls usually wear black harnesses, which is nice, but we want you to stand out and be noticed. It'll be your first sex-party, yes? And of course your first time in public wearing only a harness. So if you take Matsumoto's advice you'll wear white. You know, virginal - like a bride on her first night. That will titillate your lovers nicely." She bustled over to her closets and drawers again. "Or even better: look at this lovely silver one!" With her skilful fingers she quickly removed the harness I was wearing and buckled me firmly into the one she had found. Of course it divided at my crotch leaving my pussy exposed, and the narrow silver straps glittered and sparkled in the light. As a final touch, she added tiny matching circles to my breasts, just big enough to cover my nipples, with silver decorations swinging perkily from the tips. They weren't really nipple-clamps - the clips holding them in place hardly had that much grip - but I could see at once how they added to the tempting sexiness of my outfit. "Ohh ... it's _beautiful_!" I said. "And you do it justice, dearie. Take my advice. Wear it. He'll love it. They'll _all_ love it, and you'll have a splendid time. Oh, I know - here's a little extra something to add to the effect." She pulled some light chains from a drawer and quickly untangled them. Two ends clipped to the decorations fixed to my nipples. The chains then joined in a leather handle. "Don't you think it would be fun to be led around the party by your lover pulling you along by your breasts?" she asked with a fruity laugh. "His property, but everyone else lusting for you? Of course what you really need is rings piercing your nipples. Then you can clip much stronger leads to them. And other things." "Oh, I'd love to ... but I can't, not while I'm still at school." "I know, dearie, I know ... But it's something to look forward to, isn't it? Still, there's your outfit. Have a lovely time!" "May I really keep it, till the party? I don't know when it will be ..." "Of course. It's yours. And take the black ones too." "Oh, but I can't!" "Yes, you can. They all come from a studio wardrobe. They have hundreds. They'll never miss them. In fact they expect to lose them - their girls wear them at public promotions and they don't stay on long. A pretty slut starting in the sex business like you needs lots of things of this kind in her closet." "Thank you! Oh, thank you! You're so good to me!" "Well, you know what I want in return. A full account of everything that you get up to at the party. That's the only pleasure I have these days. Now, let me help you out of that, and I'll pack them all up for you." She watched me critically as I pulled on my panties and hooked my bra. "Is that the sort of underwear you usually wear, dearie?" "Well," I said, remembering the exciting and revealing costumes I had worn under Reina's guidance, "it depends. I wasn't planning to meet anyone today, so I didn't think it mattered really." "It _always_ matters," said Matsumoto-san sternly. "You never know when you'll meet someone you want to look your best for. Now, I have some things that have just come in ... they were sent me by a young woman who designs bikinis and hopes I'll encourage my girls to wear them. Well, she markets them as bikinis but you can wear them just as well at parties or as underwear. Have you noticed the sweet little things girls are wearing on the beach these days?" It was a long time since I had been to a beach - it wasn't the sort of holiday my mother and I were able to take - but I had seen photos in magazines of girls showing themselves off in delightfully teasing bikinis which hid almost nothing. Of course I didn't have such fashionable items in my closet. "Try this one," she went on, handing me something that was little more than a couple of pale pink strings. When I sorted them out I saw that they were similar to the microbikinis I had worn to dance in at the club Reina and I had visited, though the three little triangles were even smaller. It took only a few moments for Matsumoto-san to tighten the strings behind my back and round my waist, while I adjusted the tiny scraps of cloth so that they just covered my cunt and my nipples. I twisted and turned, admiring the effect in the mirror. From the back I looked almost nude. "Lovely!" I said. "It would be so nice to wear it on the beach." "Or under your clothes," she said. "Until you start taking your clothes off. Or your lover does. Now, try this one. It's rather special." It was dark red. The top, instead of two little triangles, had two rings of cloth which fitted neatly over my nipples and were held open by the strings tied firmly behind my neck and round my back. The lower triangle was minute and felt strangely rough on the inside. It only just covered my clitoris, and instead of then narrowing to a single band passing over my pussy it divided into two strings which embraced my cunt and pressed its lips together into a provoking pout. "You need to wear it really tight, dearie," said Matsumoto-san, adjusting the little buckle holding the back together. "Now try walking in it." As I did so I felt the little scrap of rough cloth which just covered my clitoris rubbing maddeningly against it with every step. My mouth fell open with astonishment and I gazed at her. "Nice, isn't it? The designer calls it the _manzuri_ strip.[28] It never stops tickling you whenever you move. And the two strings pressing your pussy-lips together: see how they leave your cunt uncovered but make it extra tight for anything trying to enter it. Think how nice that will feel for your lovers. And for you." I gazed at myself in the mirror, moving slightly from side to side so as to go on enjoying the _manzuri_ effect. The upper part of the bikini was adding to my feeling of arousal, holding my nipples firmly as they peeped pertly through the fabric rings. I considered the implications. Wearing this lovely garment under my clothes would keep me in a permanent state of sexual stimulation, ready - no, eager - to receive any man who wanted me. And what a pretty contrast between the panting impatience of my dripping cunt and the virginal constriction of its pouting lips! I already knew what I wanted to do. I would beg Matsumoto-san to let me have another bikini the same. I would give it to my friend Masumi and we would make another expedition to Yoyogi Park together, both wearing them under loose minidresses which we had only to raise a little ... oh, the endless lust and fucking we would enjoy! "It's wonderful!" I said with obvious sincerity. "I have ... I have a friend, a girlfriend, we like to go out together, you know ... looking for boys ..." "Of course! Take a matching one for her. Here - pale blue. Will that do? It's the only other one I have in the same style - you'd like to be a matching pair, wouldn't you? And I must do my duty by the designer who sent them. Here's her card. If anyone asks where they can buy these, be sure to tell them." The card showed a woman's name, a business address and the words "Beach and Party Wear". I stowed it away carefully in the bag with the other garments and the underwear I had been wearing: there was no question now of taking off the dark red bikini with the _manzuri_ strip. Finally I pulled on my cropped top, which rubbed pleasantly against my erect nipples peeking through the tiny bikini top, and my denim miniskirt. Matsumoto-san looked at me approvingly. "Yes, you'll do, dearie, you'll do," she said. "Just as soon as you're old enough to join the industry properly. When are you sixteen?" "Not till September," I said sadly. "Well, keep up the assisted dating till then. It's good practice. And stay in close touch with Reina. She'll look after you and see to your training while keeping it all legal. As soon as you're sixteen we'll see about some official glamour shots for you and some proper stripping and sex-club work. You won't be able to take money for it, of course - you'll just be doing it for the experience till you're eighteen - but you're on your way, dearie - you're on your way." I went to the entrance, clutching my bag of goodies, and bowed low in farewell and gratitude. Once outside, I walked confidently back towards the station, every step generating lovely feelings of desire from the tiny strip nestling tightly against my clitoris and hidden under my miniskirt. Matsumoto-san was right, of course: a girl should always expect to be about to meet a lover, even when she had no specific plans, and dress so as to be ready for him. The gentle but merciless stimulation of my clitoris by the clever _manzuri_ strip was making my pussy gasp with desire to be entered. Which of the men in the carriage looking longingly at my legs and bottom would be the first to turn his lust into action and take me? I hoped he wouldn't keep me waiting long, whoever he was. FOOTNOTES [28] _Manzuri_ means literally "ten thousand strokes" and refers to what a girl does when she rubs her crotch against something - like masturbation but more discreet and without using her fingers. - B W [Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Roido-san's Party] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams