Learning_About_Myself.17 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/17 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 17 CHAPTER XVII Roido-san's Party I must get on with my story, because there are important things that happened to me which I want so much to tell you about. So you must please understand that even though I don't mention them all, I had lots of lovely sexual experiences similar to the ones I've already described. The dating agency kept me busy and I enjoyed that, but the men who asked for me were rather similar in the things they wanted to do with me. I suppose that's not so surprising: they recommended me to their friends and their friends had the same sort of sexual interests. In my free time I visited Yoyogi Park again and other places where young people gathered, on my own or with my friend Masumi, and of course that led to lovely open-air encounters like the ones I have already told you about. The sweet little bikinis Matsumoto-san had given me were a great success. Sometimes I would modestly strip off my dress and pretend to be lying innocently sunning myself on the grass in the technically modest but cleverly revealing costume, and then be taken completely by surprise when young men were inspired by my virtual nakedness to want to make love to me. _That_ was fun! It taught me a lot about exactly how long I should pretend to resist: enough to stimulate a lover's desire nicely, but not so much that he might think I was serious and back off. That is something every girl should learn early in her sexual career if she wants to enjoy turning her rape fantasies into reality. And above all there were visits with Reina to clubs and bars where she was known and I was welcomed as her innocent and inexperienced cousin who had of course no idea of the intriguing sexual services which it was their business to supply to their male customers. In case you are wondering, yes - I did continue to shave my pussy, and the effect that had on my lovers was very satisfying. Reina was right: as long as a girl is still able to present herself as innocent and inexperienced, but burning with desire to learn, she should make the most of it. == Clinging excitedly to Ken's arm, I danced onto our hosts' big lawn one warm evening two weeks later. From distant corners of the garden I could hear the pretty squeals of girls being whipped and fucked, making me already long to share in their happiness. The summer evening was still light and I could see couples standing together on the grass, murmuring as their hands explored each other, or coupling passionately on the _futons_ and mats laid out for them. More intriguing were the figures I could now make out under the trees, girls hanging helpless by their wrists and twisting from side to side as their lovers teased them, played with them or sent long lashes whistling round their nakedness. I was of course wearing the glittering silver harness Matsumoto-san had given me, set off by matching high-heels and, screwed firmly to my breasts, my favourite nipple-clamps from which long decorations swung and tinkled. After careful thought I had decided not to attach the dog-lead chains to my clamps: that was a lovely idea but, as Matsumoto-san had suggested, would be more effective as a form of bondage when at last I could have my nipples properly pierced and fitted with rings. The lips of my shaved pussy pouted longingly and - I hoped - provokingly between the tight straps of the harness. Ken had been as good as his word and had booked a whole evening and night of my time from my dating agency. I had arrived at his apartment punctually, wearing the costume he had specified under a light coat. I carried no purse: Reina had assured me make-up and other feminine requisites would be easily available at our hosts' house, and I had pinned my front-door key and a little cash for emergencies securely inside a coat pocket. He said he was pleased with my appearance and assured me it met the requirements laid down for the evening's party. I had hoped he might be inclined for a little light whipping and fucking before we left - just to get me in the mood for what was to follow - but he was in a hurry to leave. One of the limousine cars he rented through his apartment block was waiting for us in the street. While the discreet driver pretended not to notice I slipped off my coat and during the journey enjoyed the feel of the expensive leather upholstery against my naked bottom and thighs - not to mention Ken's attentive stroking and petting of me through the gaps in the harness. It was almost as good an appetiser for the party as teasing sexual foreplay at his apartment would have been. The party took place in a big house and garden out beyond Shibuya. The establishment seemed enormous by normal Japanese standards. Ken explained that the owner, whose name was Roido-san, was a wealthy foreign businessman married to a Japanese lady whom he had met long ago while she was a successful actress in adult videos in the days when the industry was new and expanding fast. Roido-san's business had been industrial chemicals, Ken said - at least, I think that is what he said, it didn't sound very interesting - but he had spotted the growth opportunities of the pornography industry and had invested in it heavily. His investments had done well, but he had taken care not to be greedy, and not to interfere too much in the day-to-day running of the studios: in that way he had avoided conflict with the powerful syndicates which had also spotted that there was money to be made out of the sex industry and had moved up from their traditional base in the Osaka region to take it over. They, or so Ken explained, were content to let him draw a reasonable profit from the capital he had invested in return for an agreed rake-off for them. In return they protected him against newer, greedier syndicates and allowed him to enjoy his retirement surrounded by the young stars and savouring the varied sexual services eagerly provided by even younger girls hoping he could give them a start in the industry. Girls like me, I thought, as I listened carefully to what Ken had to tell me about the inner workings of my profession. So once we had arrived, and Ken had arranged a time for the driver to return and collect us - and the driver had promised to look after my coat for me - I was presented to a handsome elderly _gaijin_ with a fine head of grey hair. At this early stage in the evening he was still dressed in open-neck shirt and slacks. I bowed respectfully, but he took my hand western-style as he welcomed me to his home. Then he drew me towards him, kissed me, patted my bottom, looked me over with what I hoped was approval, and finally reached down and ran a finger gently along the lips of my exposed pussy. I gasped with surprise, and with pleasure. "Very nice, Ken-san," he said. "I congratulate you." "Thank you, sir," said Ken formally. I was impressed by the quality of Roido-san's Japanese. Of course he had lived in Japan for many years, or so Ken had told me, but not many _gaijin_ take the trouble to learn our language well. "You'll let me borrow her later on, will you? After you've had her a few times yourself?" "Of course," said Ken. "I hope you'll like her. She's hoping to become, you know, a stripper, an actress ..." "Are you, now?" said Roido-san, speaking directly to me, the fingers of one hand playing with the decorations dangling from the little metal sleeves fastened to my nipples. "What is your name?" "I am Hanako, sir," I said. "And how old are you?" "I shall be sixteen in September, sir," I said, thinking it best to be truthful. "Well, let's see what we can do. And what _you_ can do, of course. Meanwhile, you are welcome. Enjoy the party." "Thank you, sir." I bowed low again, the decorations swinging and tinkling as I did so. "Those are pretty," said Roido-san as I came vertical again. "Nice clamps, too." "Thank you, sir," I said again. "These are my favourites. They grip well without hiding anything. You don't mind my wearing them, do you sir?" I added anxiously. There was no earthly reason why he should mind - quite the contrary - but I thought it right to defer to his opinion and experience. "Course not. They look great on you. You like wearing them?" "Oh, _yes_, sir! They feel so lovely!" "Good. Always wear them nice and tight. They're best like that, aren't they? A man likes to know his girl is enjoying a little pain. Good quality sex involves pain as well as pleasure, don't you agree?" "Yes, sir," said Ken, answering for both of us. I looked up at Roido-san, tears of happiness making my eyes sparkle. Ken took my arm and led me away. "Well done. He likes you. If he takes you later, do a good job and he'll help you." We walked through the big reception room and out into the garden. Most of the girls were wearing sexy harnesses like mine, but some were in party dresses. Ken explained that Roido-san liked to have a few girls at his events who had never been there before, and had come expecting a straightforward party rather than an evening of nudity and endless sex. It was so sweet, said Ken, to watch them begin to understand, and drop their inhibitions along with their clothes. And once they had discovered the joys of party sex they would, of course, be eager to join wholeheartedly in the fun - as I was about to do. "But things haven't started yet," I said teasingly. "They will soon, darling, they will ..." He took me in his arms and kissed me. "Shall we go and choose some whips now?" he asked gently. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears of happiness, hardly able to speak. "Oh," I said at last, "Oh ... you are so good to me!" We walked back into the house. Beyond the big reception room was another room which, Ken explained, was normally used for discreet dinner-parties attended by our host's wealthy and influential contacts. During and after dinner they would receive the very special services of some of the most beautiful and skilled girls in my profession, given a detailed briefing on the sexual requirements of each guest. Ken said that Roido-san's carefully guarded database of the preferences and tastes of powerful men in Japan was one of the ways he maintained his privileged position in what could be a ruthless industry. He had no need to make use of his detailed knowledge for his own advantage: the awareness that he possessed it was enough. It thrilled me to think that, if I worked hard and with sincerity, I might one day be thought worthy to take part in one of these events! Now however the room was set out with tables loaded with different sorts of equipment. Ken took me over to a display of whips. "What do you fancy, Hanako-chan?" he asked gently. "Oh, may I really choose?" "Of course! I want to be sure I whip you the way you like best." I felt as if I wanted them all, they were so beautiful! But after a while I found the sort of instrument I loved best, with many long thin lashes in what I now know is called whipcord, decorated with tiny hard knots along their length. Nearly all were in pure white with just a few in bright red. It was such a nice effect, and I tried to imagine how teasingly pretty the coloured lashes would look as they embraced me. Of course I love the kiss of the whip, but whipping is an aesthetic as well as a sexual experience. If the girl looks beautiful in her bonds and under the lash, that will please her lover and inspire him to even greater efforts in both whipping and fucking. As I ran the long, thin strands of knotted whipcord through my fingers, the prospect of being tickled and excited and made beautiful by this lovely instrument made my heart beat so fast I nearly fainted. Ken quickly slipped his arm round my waist to support me. "You like him?" he asked. "Oh, yes! He's beautiful! Please make love to me with him ... make him love me, I mean ..." "I will. It'll be nice for us both. But how about him as well?" In his free hand he was holding a thin wooden cane tightly sheathed in black leather. I watched as he skimmed it to and fro a few times, showing me how flexible it was. As it flickered through the air there was a faint humming noise. I watched and listened fascinated, my mouth open with the thrill of it. "Look!" said Ken. There were upholstered chairs standing near the tables. Ken slashed the cane down on one of them, and it made a deep, sharp indentation in the soft seat. "Oh, yes, _yes_!" I said. "But please love me with the whip first. Then, when you think I'm ready ..." "I understand, darling. When you are at the gates of paradise, your whole body on fire, a few quick strokes with the cane ..." "Yes! Hard ones, oh _hard_ ..." "And I can promise you the most glorious orgasm." It sounded too wonderful to be true. But how well he understood! "Now, you take the whip and the cane, and come over here a moment." I cradled my new toys in my arms and followed Ken to another table. There he selected a silver metal pole a little under two metres long, and a couple of straps in silver leather. "What are those for?" I asked. "You'll see. You'll like it, and so will I. Now, let's go back into the garden." I hung the long whip round my neck and twisted it round me like a scarf. That way I could continue to stroke the many knotted lashes with the fingers of my left hand while carefully holding the lovely cane, with its promise of agonising bliss, in my right. Other guests smiled at me, sharing my happiness, as I proudly followed my lover, my master, my _teacher_ through the house and out into the garden. Ken found an area of lawn where we could have some space to ourselves. At his request I removed the long many-stranded whip from my neck and placed it and the beautiful black-sheathed cane reverently on the grass. "That's a beautiful harness you are wearing," he said. "It's driving me crazy with lust for you." I looked up at him gratefully. "But if I'm to whip you really well it would be nicer - for us both - if you were nude." Quickly I unbuckled the mass of shining silver straps, and added the pretty garment to the pile on the grass. I could feel my skin shivering - but not from the feel of the evening air on my nakedness. No: from the expected feel of something quite different. How I longed for the thrilling kiss of the whip and the cane! I suddenly thought of something. "May I keep my clamps on my breasts?" I asked hesitantly. "Yes, that would be nice. Just make sure they're firmly fixed." I gave the screws a further twist, enjoying the extra level of agonising sensation the little toys granted me. "Now, stand with your shoulders well back and your hands on your hips." As I did so, I felt the long silver pole slide between my elbows and along my back. Then the leather straps fixed my elbows and wrists to the pole, and Ken's hands pressed gently on my shoulders pushing me onto my knees. Being fixed to the pole gave me an unexpected sensation of helplessness. I wasn't bound, and I could still walk easily - though I imagined I would have to be careful not to bump into other guests with the ends of my pole. Yet somehow I felt as submissive as I had done when Bob Williams had introduced me to rope bondage. It was an astonishingly exhilarating experience. As I knelt, my back towards him, I felt the slender strands of the whip tickle my shoulders. Without his having to tell me, I knelt upright so that the lashes could delicately explore my back and my bottom. Their tender touch thrilled me, all the more because I knew it was only the beginning. I suddenly remembered something Bob had taught me. Without turning round I put my head back and, in my most innocent little-girl voice, implored him "Oh, please don't hurt me! Oh, _please_! Be kind to me ... I promise I'll never be a naughty girl again!" There was an approving murmur and some scattered applause. I realised that some of Roido-san's guests had gathered round us and were preparing to enjoy the spectacle of my submission to Ken's whip. Then I heard a male _gaijin_ voice saying in poor Japanese, "Shouldn't we make him stop? I'm sure she's done nothing wrong. Nothing to deserve being punished, I mean!" From the same point in the circle round me I heard a Japanese girl giggling. "Don't be silly! She's longing for it, can't you tell?" "Then why ..." "Because she knows no man can resist a girl who begs for mercy like that. Clever! He'll whip her even harder now." I heard the girl laugh sexily. "She'll love it," she added. "But ..." "Watch. And learn. Then we'll go over there under the trees and you can do it to me." After a short pause I heard the _gaijin_ man say, "I shall never understand Japanese girls." "Don't try," I heard her reply, as if from a great distance. "Just enjoy." Now I could concentrate only on the maddening caress of the lashes which were striking my back and shoulders more firmly. I felt Ken's free hand under my left armpit, urging me to stand up. I did so, my back still towards him, leaning forward and offering my bottom to the love I knew was to come. The long strands of the whip swished round me, pleasuring me more and more as they encircled my hips, kissed me and fell away. How right I had been to choose this whip! As well as the loving embrace of the elegant lashes I could feel the bite of every one of the hard little knots as they dug into my skin, adding a sparkling delight to the glow of happiness which was possessing me. I became bolder, dancing in the shimmering rain of lashes, turning towards Ken so that my breasts and tummy could take their share. I tried to keep up my pathetic pleas for mercy, knowing how much he must enjoy hearing them; but soon it was impossible. I could express only my true feelings, thanking him instead for all the love and happiness he was giving me. Then, suddenly, it stopped. I twisted round to look at him, my face showing I am sure my sense of betrayal and loss. "But why ..." "Darling, I can't wait any longer. I must have you!" I suddenly understood how selfish I was being, wanting to take all the pleasure while giving him nothing in return. "Oh, yes, _yes_ ... of course! Take me - how do you want me?" "Hands and knees," he ordered. Quickly I scrambled into position as best I could. My hands, still strapped to the silver pole, were hardly able to support me. The grass prickled my breasts and left cheek as I fell forward. I felt his hands on my hips as he knelt behind me. "Oh, so pink, so pretty!" he said. His lust for me was so urgent that he had no time for kissing and fondling. And what did I need with foreplay, I who had been expertly kissed and pleasured by the lovely whip, driving me to the brink of orgasm? My lust was as burning as his. I moved my knees apart on the grass offering my dripping cunt to his cock. Immediately I felt the head slide into me, pausing for a moment before the full length of his shaft followed. For just a while his beautiful cock lay inside me where it belonged; then he began to pull out and thrust in again while his hands seized my thighs and held me in the right position to be used. I was screaming and begging even more frantically than I had done under the whip. Without warning he pulled out completely. Again, just for a moment, I felt that emotion of betrayal as my ecstasy trembled and began to ebb. But only for a moment. Then something wonderful happened: I felt the head of his cock pressing determinedly against my arsehole as his fingers left my thighs and began to pull my buttocks apart and force my anus open. My mouth opened to scream but I could make no sound in the face of this unprecedented assault with its mingling of pleasure and pain. Of course I had sometimes stroked my anus delicately with my fingertips in masturbation sessions, marvelling at the shivering delight it could give me, but this was different! The head of Ken's cock forced its way through the tight ring of muscle and then gradually, so slowly, millimetre by millimetre, ploughed its way up my tight passage, like a flaming sword enforcing abject surrender. At last I felt the tickle of his public hair against the sensitised skin of my bottom. He was lying over my arched back, his hot breath scorching my neck. It was like being raped by a dragon, I thought, frames from a fantasy _manga_ I had recently read flashing into my mind. "Oh, darling, it's wonderful - so hot, so tight!" I was too overwhelmed to make any reply. Slowly, delicately, he pulled a little way out of me so that he could slam into me again, achieving even greater penetration. As his cock and my tight passage moulded each other to a perfect fit, I returned to the heights of bliss which I had attained under the whip. And then ... oh, then I felt his cock swelling even more firmly within me as the cargo of hot cum began to force its way up, up, along my sheath until it burst gloriously into my very centre. I think I must have fainted. When I returned to the garden from a confused vision of being raped by an army of devils with red-hot cocks as we floated together somewhere above the earth, I found myself lying in Ken's arms being gently stroked and petted. He had removed the silver pole to which my arms had been fixed. And then a strong male voice which I remembered having heard before, in another life, was saying: "Ah, there you both are! May I borrow her now?" I looked up and saw our host Roido-san standing over us. Ken scrambled to his feet. "Yes, of course you may, sir!" he said. "How would you like her?" "Oh, I think just some straightforward sucking. She may have to work hard for it, though! I've just been having a very strenuous time with your sister." "I didn't know Kimiko was here this evening. I hope she gave you satisfaction?" "Yes. She satisfied me all right. But now I'd like to see what your young lady is capable of. Teasing cum from a man who's almost drained is always a good test. You up for it ... what's your name ... Hanako-san?" I pulled myself together and remembered my party manners. "Of course, sir! I'd be delighted! But you must forgive me if I don't do as well as Kobayashi-san's sister." My host pulled off the towelling robe he was wearing and knelt naked on the grass in front of me. I scrambled into position on my knees and elbows and took his soft penis reverently in my hands. As I kissed it and stroked it, I could feel it pulsing as its strength and desire returned. It soon blossomed into a fine cock, veined and deeply ridged, its gnarled shape somehow suggesting the varied experience it had no doubt accumulated over the years. I did not take it at once into my mouth, much as I wanted to, but continued kissing and licking it, the tip of my tongue probing teasingly into all its indentations. "You like sucking cock?" I heard him say from above me. "Oh, _yes_!" I replied between kisses. "I adore it! I've always loved cocks, ever since the very first one I saw ..." (kiss) "... and kissed ..." (lick) "... and sucked ..." (gentle nibble with my lips) "... and milked of its lovely, lovely cum!" I lifted the cock up a little with one hand and began to tickle the sack containing his heavy balls with the fingers of the other. I lowered my head a little so that I could kiss his hairy scrotum. Then - very daring - I took the whole of it into my mouth for a while; then released it to dangle free. "You like that, sir?" I asked; then without waiting for an answer began to draw his hard cock into my mouth. "Yes." Then, over my head I heard him say, "Whip her for me, will you, Ken?" "Of course, sir." Suddenly the shimmering beauty of the many knotted strands of the whip embraced me once again. I wriggled my bottom as Ken showered the whip's kisses over me. Under their stimulation I began to suck Roido-san's cock harder and systematically, drawing the head right to the back of my throat. There were still several centimetres yet to enter me and I was preparing to open my throat and swallow the head so that the whole glorious length could be mine. "Very nice," I heard him say. "Very nice indeed. It's good to be sucked by a girl who's being stimulated herself. You know, rhythmically. Whip her harder," he instructed Ken, and at once the hard knots of the long strands began to sparkle as they made love to my bottom and thighs. "You like being whipped?" he asked. Of course there was no way I could reply with my mouth so full, but I managed to grunt out something which I hoped he would understand as the obvious answer to his question. The extra stimulation from my throat pleased him, and I soon experienced that lovely moment when the cock you are sucking begins to swell as the precious spasms of cum begin to be propelled along it. Quickly I pulled back a little so that the head of his cock lay at the back of my mouth. I wanted the delicious cum to coat my tongue rather than shoot straight over my throat and down to my stomach. I heard him groan with pleasure, and his hands seized my head as his climax passed beyond his control. I kept the cock in my mouth, one hand lightly holding his balls, till I was sure I had extracted the last drop of cum. Then I slowly withdrew it, my tongue wiping him clean. Ken, somehow knowing what I wanted, continued his regular whipping of my bottom and did not stop till, reluctantly, I sat back on my heels and opened my mouth so that my lover could enjoy watching me swirl his gift round in my mouth, blending it with my saliva and slowly swallowing it down, sip by sip. When at last I had finished, Roido-san stood up. "That was good," he said. "You're all right, Hanako-chan. We must see what we can do for you. Once you are old enough." I scrambled to my feet and stood submissively before him. "Thank you sir," I said. "I am most grateful for your favourable impression. And," I added rather naughtily, "thank you for your lovely cum! I _did_ enjoy it!" "Did you now? That's good." He patted my cheek in a fatherly way, bent to pick up his robe, and strode off with it dangling over his shoulder. Before Ken could say anything someone else had joined us. "Hello, Ken-chan!" said a high, feminine voice. "Good evening, sister dear," Ken replied. "I heard you were somewhere about. Having a good time?" "Yes, thank you," said the newcomer politely. She turned towards me and Ken introduced us. His sister Kimiko was very pretty and instead of a leather or plastic harness was wearing ropes tightly round her upper body. I remembered Ken saying that ropes suited her because she was a little fat, and I could see at once how exciting they must feel pressing into her plump flesh. Other than the ropes, she was wearing only black high-heels and black leather cuffs round her wrists and ankles. "I was watching you suck Roido-san," she said, still in the sort of high extra-polite voice of a well trained Office Lady. "You were so good! I could tell he enjoyed it - and you were able to make him come quite quickly. I was impressed! After all, he'd only just finished fucking me. Twice." She giggled in mock embarrassment. "And it must have felt _so_ lovely being whipped while you did it." "Yes, it did," I said shyly. "Do you love being whipped so much?" There was no need to say anything. She could read the reply in my face. "I'm so glad for you! You don't mind my saying that, do you? After all, he _is_ my brother, and I know how good he is at making girls happy! Not that we ... you know ... well, just occasionally, incest adds a little spice to sex and sometimes at parties ... not when he has a partner with him like tonight, of course, but maybe the host will announce that we are brother and sister, twins he says sometimes even though we're not because that makes it even more, you know, unusual, and we put on a sex-show for the guests ... such fun for them! And for us ..." I gazed at her in astonishment, feeling quite overwhelmed. Of course, Kin and Gin, I remembered ... but then sisters were different from brother and sister ... weren't they? "But anyway," she went on in her cultivated little-girl voice, "I'm so glad you've discovered the whip. And clamps too, of course," she added politely, reaching out a finger and gently stirring the decorations swinging from my breasts. "How old are you?" "Fifteen," I said. "Oh, that's so nice. I was late discovering sex, you see ... not just the whip but sex altogether. And I've been working hard to make up for it ever since!" She giggled prettily. "Now I must leave you, it's been such fun to have this little chat, but I can see my next lovers just arriving!" Impulsively, she took me in her arms and kissed me. "I'm so glad you're planning to join us in the sex industry. Make adult videos and that. It's much the nicest thing for a girl to do. So long as she's really, really devoted to all kinds of sex. And I can see you are." She let go of me, moved away and waved happily at someone behind my back. I turned, and now I could see a group of three men approaching. They were naked and seemed to be carrying a lot of equipment. Kimiko jumped up and down girlishly as she waved, then with a little scream pretended to run away from them, heading towards a big tree which stood at the edge of the lawn. Of course they soon caught her up. She made sure of that. "Do you think we could go and watch?" I asked. "Of course! It'll be fun. Kimiko always gives a good show. It's the way she enjoys it so much." We walked slowly over towards the tree. I had done nothing about putting on my harness again and Ken did not tell me to. It felt nice being fully nude in the open air, especially when Ken slipped his free arm round my waist. In his other hand he was, I knew, carrying the whip and the elegant black-sheathed cane. Just knowing they were there made me shiver, even though the evening air was warm. "Thank you for what you did to me," I said quietly as we walked. "Before Roido-san joined us, I mean." "Oh, that? Yes, it was lovely. I didn't know it was your first time. I hope I didn't hurt you." "No, no ... at least, it _did_ hurt, but nicely. Please do it to me again." "I'd love to. But you must let it rest a while first. Like when you lost your first virginity, I expect." "It's funny," I said thoughtfully, "I never especially wanted to be fucked there. But now that I have been ... now that you've shown me how lovely it is ... there's a sort of tickle there, deep inside, that won't leave me in peace. It's telling me if I want it to stop I must find some other lovely man to fuck me there again. And soon after that I suppose it will start tickling me again. Do you think it will go on like that, _never_ leaving me in peace?" Ken stopped, turned and kissed me. His hands stroked my bottom. "I hope so," he said as we pulled apart. "I hope so, too," I murmured. "Oh, I do hope so."[29] With an effort, I returned to reality. "Let's go and watch your sister now," I said. "She is so pretty, tied up like that." Kimiko's lovers had joined her black leather wrist-cuffs with a short chain and attached a rope which they had thrown over a branch of the big tree. The rope had been pulled so tight that she was almost suspended in space, the toes of her high-heels only just touching the grass. Two of them were whipping her and had set up a rhythm between them, a long braided leather whip whistling round her hips, followed by the random kisses of a many-stranded instrument on her stomach and breasts. She had thrown back her head so that her long hair cascaded down almost to her waist, and in her submissive Office Lady voice was begging them not to hurt her. Bob Williams had been right, I thought: even to another girl, her pathetic pleas for mercy were very stimulating. The three men had brought a big selection of equipment with them from the tables set out in the house, and the one not for the moment occupied in whipping Kimiko willingly agreed to Ken's request to draw on it. "Give me your hands." I held them out and he quickly strapped black leather cuffs round my wrists. "Put your arms round the tree." I moved round so as not to be in the way of his sister Kimiko and her lovers. The tree was big. How many years had it stood here, I wondered? Certainly longer than the house whose garden it decorated. My hands did not meet as I embraced it, and I felt rather than saw Ken clip a chain to my wrist-cuffs holding me loosely in position. The rough kiss of the tree's bark stimulated me yet further. "Feet apart." I hastened to obey. I felt him buckle a pair of cuffs round my ankles, and chain them together round the tree. Now I was hugging the old tree with my whole body, relishing the feel of its rough surface. Or was it embracing me? I let my head hang back and waited. Then, suddenly and without any warning or preliminary gentle teasing and tickling, the myriad knotted cords of my wonderful lover slashed down onto my still sensitive bottom. Without having to be told I moved as far out from the tree as my chains would allow me, pushing out my bottom and yearning for more of the whip's loving embrace. Again and again it struck me, then without warning moved up to enchant my back and then down to my thighs with the prickle of its lashes and the dark sparkle of the hard knots. I gasped and begged for more, my happiness too overwhelming to allow me to play the titillating part of a girl in agony pleading for mercy. Suddenly Ken changed the angle of his whipping, sending the lashes up between my open legs where some of them were able to find my pussy and - in a final glorious climax - kiss my clitoris. With one part of my mind I knew, of course, that the elegant black-clad cane was still waiting patiently for his opportunity to have me. But in the ecstasy to which the many-stranded whip was driving me I could experience only the present as it was measured out in its steady embraces. Suddenly there was a tiny pause in Ken's whipping - but before I could stammer a complaint a line of white-hot fire was inscribed across my now highly sensitive bottom. For what seemed an age the extreme sensation flooded through me, then gradually ebbed as its source declined to throbbing heat. I screamed at the top of my voice and with all my heart. I was beyond words. No longer thanking my lover and begging for more, I just sang and vibrated with heavenly bliss. Time no longer meant anything to me, but I suppose Ken was letting me experience the full glory of the first stroke before driving me to yet further ecstasy with the next. Then it came: a second white-hot line etched with precision a millimetre below the first. Another long pause, while a huge wave of sensation carried me yet further up the shore and then brought me part of the way back again. And then another ... and another ... Ken told me later he had planned to give me only six strokes, but found the beauty of my screams so arousing that he could not resist granting me several more before deciding he had given me as much as my inexperienced bottom and mind could accept. By then I had fainted, only the chain linking my wrists round the tree holding me more or less upright. I have no idea how long I remained lost in a state of grace. Nor can I find words to describe what it felt like. I only know that if there is such a place as heaven, as some people believe, then I found it at the age of fifteen. Thanks to my wonderful lovers and their understanding of my sexuality I have returned to it often. Whether it is somewhere outside the physical world, or is hidden in a secret part of myself to which the whip and the cane hold the key, I do not know. Nor does it matter. It exists, and I know the way there. When I at last returned from my private heaven and opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the cool grass, Ken holding me in his arms. My wrist- and ankle-cuffs had gone and so had the clamps on my nipples. When he saw that I was awake, he wiped my face and breasts gently with a damp cloth and then kissed me. "I think it's time we left," he said, "if you can manage it. The car must be waiting." "Help me up," I said. He stood, then bent over me and took my hands. I found I could stand. My bottom was still throbbing from the strokes of his cane, and the regular pulse of warm pleasure helped to steady me. My silver harness and other things were still lying where I had left them. Ken gathered them up for me. "Please ..." I said, "let me stay naked. It feels so good ..." "Of course. But wouldn't you like your clamps? They make you look so sexy." I giggled and pulled back my shoulders so that my breasts stood out proudly. Ken attached the little steel sleeves to my erect nipples and slowly twisted the screws, and their fierce grip added to the pleasure from my throbbing bottom and the cool caress of the night air on my nakedness. Slowly, Ken supporting me with his arm round my waist, we moved back towards the house. We found our host slumped in an armchair in the living-room, a girl kneeling between his legs and slurping happily as she sucked his cock. He saw us approaching, with the obvious intention of saying our farewells, and placed his left hand on the girl's head. "No, don't stop!" said Ken. "Let her go on enjoying herself. We just wanted to tell you we are leaving now, and thank you for everything." I bowed low, but was still so unsteady on my feet that I had to cling to Ken's arm to maintain my balance. "Thank you so much!" I gasped when I was upright again. "It's been wonderful! I couldn't have had a better introduction to parties like this!" "You're welcome! Any time Ken feels like bringing you. Or you can come on your own, of course. So long as you don't mind not having anyone to keep an eye on you." "Er ... how do you mean?" "Well, girls on their own get used a lot. Specially sexy young ones like you. And her." He waved his hand vaguely towards the girl kneeling between his legs. "It's her first time here too. And without a date to look after you, you can't say no ... to anything." "But I wouldn't _want_ to say no!" I protested eagerly. "That's my girl. Come any time you like." "I want to ask you," I said hurriedly, aware of Ken's attempts to urge me towards the door, "do you have a show sometimes? I mean ..." I went on as he looked up in surprise, "... if I came with a group of girlfriends, could we do a special act for you?" "Sure. Why not? It'd have to be good, though. You know ... ahh ..." The girl sucking him brought him suddenly to orgasm. I was not to learn then what Roido-san meant by "good", but I had ideas of my own about that. The limousine was at the front-door only a few moments after we had appeared, Ken looking round for the car and I standing naked beside him. The courteous driver stood in front of me, holding my coat ready for me to put on. I gave him a modest smile and shook my head slightly. It had been far too lovely an evening to spoil by wearing unwanted clothes in the final minutes. I slipped onto the back seat, enjoying once again the smoothness of the leather against my well-whipped and stimulated nakedness, and Ken walked round behind the car to join me on the other side. The journey back to his apartment block in Roppongi Hills took only a few minutes so late at night. He was almost silent, just stroking and petting me as I lay against him. Of course I was praying that he would want me to join him for a final session before our evening together finally ended. How much I longed to be fucked and whipped again in the private intimacy of his apartment! But he did not suggest it. I was beginning to understand the hardships of the prostitute's life. The problem was not having to be available to a man whenever he wanted me: I loved that, it made me proud and happy to think that my sexuality was becoming so well trained that it could be switched on at maximum strength and in any number of varied ways at a moment's notice. No, it was the lack of spontaneity that hurt. Was I available to Ken because he had bought me for a set period, during which he had the right to do anything he wanted to me? Or because we rejoiced in each other's sexuality and wanted to explore every dark thrilling alley it might lead us down? Alas, I had to admit it was the former. I could not tell him how much I longed to feel his beloved cock penetrating me one more time or his loving whips caressing me again. It would seem as if I was forcing myself on him merely in the hope of an extra hour's payment. And as we arrived at his block he just kissed me good-bye and prepared to leave the car. "It's been lovely," he said. "Thank you for being my date for the evening. The driver will take you home." "Wait, wait!" I cried desperately, scrambling out of the car and following him up the steps. I flung myself into his arms, feeling them envelop my nakedness. "Thank you, oh thank you! You've been so good to me! It's been the best evening in all my life!" "Well, well," he said, kindly but surprised. "I enjoyed it too. Let's do it again some time. And good luck with your career." He freed himself from my embrace, pushed buttons on the keypad beside the big glass door, and vanished with a friendly wave. The driver was holding the rear door of the limousine open for me. I took a sudden decision. I would prove to myself that even a happy and willing prostitute could make her own life. "I'll sit in front," I said. The car, like many chauffeur-driven limousines in Japan, was left-hand drive so I walked round the front and opened the right-hand passenger door without waiting for him to help me. My coat was neatly laid out on the seat and I pushed it to one side. Seeing it there reminded me of something. I hunted quickly in the pockets and found my mobile. It was very important to me that Ken should not be charged for any more of my time from now on. I punched in the code for the office answerphone and, checking the time by the car's clock, reported the exact moment when my session with him had ended. Then I turned to the driver, and in my most subservient and seductive little-girl voice guided him on the way to my home. The street outside was empty and dark. I told him to stop about fifty metres from our house. "You've been so kind and helpful," I said sweetly, before he could get out to open the car door for me. "Wouldn't you like to ... er ... I mean, I'd enjoy it so much if you ..." "You don't have to do that," he said gently. "Unless of course you really want to." "Oh, but I do!" I said shyly, making myself blush and hoping he could see it in the car's dim courtesy lighting. "Shall we ... I mean, wouldn't you be more comfortable in the back?" "Well, if you're sure ..." I got out into the street and let myself into the back of the car. It was spacious and before joining me there the driver pressed the buttons to move the front seats as far forward as possible to give us even more room. As soon as he was settled I unfastened his belt and, leaning on the floor, pulled down his trousers and underpants. The cock that greeted me was nothing special but it was already throbbing into life. I stroked it and sucked it, and when I was satisfied with my handiwork straddled his lap and began to feed it into my wet cunt. "Oh, that's good," I murmured "So good! And I need it so badly ..." His hands took my waist and began to control my movements as he thrust deeper into me, withdrew and thrust again. He had put his uniform cap on the seat beside us. I picked it up and wore it at what I hoped was a suitably coquettish angle. "Oh, very pretty!" he said, one hand now off my waist and caressing my breasts. I unscrewed my nipple-clamps: I wanted to feel his hands and fingers exploring me fully. I had got the rhythm right now and no longer needed his guidance as I rose and fell over his cock. I urged him to add to my pleasure - and his own - by squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. It did not take him long to come. He had probably been dreaming all evening about what happy couples had been doing to each other in Roido-san's house and garden. I thanked him prettily, reached for the box of tissues on the back shelf and help him clean himself. Then I was out of the car again, discreetly paying no attention as he rearranged his uniform trousers. "Oh, I guess I'd better wear this now," I said as he again offered me my coat. "The neighbours ..." I let him enjoy a last feel of my breasts before I broke away from him, buttoned my coat loosely, waved good-bye and made for home in little girlish steps. I felt in my pocket for the house key and fumbled with the pin holding it there. The driver - my kind lover - waited politely till I was inside the house before pulling smoothly away. FOOTNOTES [29] Yes, it has gone on tickling and tormenting me ever since. Whatever I am doing, I am aware of it. It's like having a maddening little vibrator with no off-switch permanently lodged deep in my arse, stimulating me gently all the time! I resist it as long as I can - and then suddenly I can't any more and give myself, and the man I am with, a lovely treat! Arse-fucking is very beautiful, but I like to keep it for special occasions and then give my anal muscles plenty of time to regain their strength and elasticity. - S O [Next in Part 18: Chapter XVIII: I Take Charge] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams