Learning_About_Myself.18 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/18 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 18 CHAPTER XVIII I Take Charge I woke early the next day. Instead of being tired and sleepy after all my hard work the previous evening I was alert, as if I were somehow living at a higher level. My whole body felt as if it had been remodelled, its senses acute and fine-tuned. I had been sleeping naked, and when I sat up on my _futon_ with my arms round my knees a strange comparison came into my mind. This, I thought, is how a good-quality musical instrument - a violin, say - must feel when it has been finely adjusted and played by a master. My sexuality had been tuned to a higher and more precise pitch than it had ever known before: I had done things I had never known were possible. Oh, that cane and the blazing music it had played on my bottom! Oh, that arse-fuck and the delicious craving it had planted deep inside me! But now I did know about such things. A new sensual life was about to begin. It stretched out enticingly before me. I jumped up and ran, still naked, to the bathroom where I took a luxurious shower. Then, after reluctantly putting on some clothes, I made myself a large breakfast. I found that my appetite for food was as strong as my desire for more sex. Even so, I just could not keep still. I had always known, or at least guessed, that sexual activity was the best possible exercise a girl could take; but after the previous evening's training session I felt like a racehorse eager to be given its head. Goodness, what a mixture of thrilling metaphors: first I felt like a musical instrument, now I was a racehorse! I must pull myself together, I thought. There were things to do and arrange. I had undertaken to provide my host of last night with a sexual display at his next party. Time to get started! I already had ideas of what form that might take. In my new state of mental and physical readiness there was nothing I could not do. I began by calling Reina and giving her a brief description of the previous evening and outlining my plans. She was impressed. "Goodness, Saa-chan! Are you sure you can manage that?" "Oh yes. If you and Matsumoto-san will advise me and help me with, you know, costumes and stuff." "Yes, of course you must talk to her." "That's my next phone-call." "And you'll need things ... equipment ... Listen: you've heard me talk about a shop called Restraint, haven't you?" "Well, yes, you've mentioned it, and of course you use those elegant bags from there." "Right. It's in Shinjuku. I'll text you details of where exactly. They have the most _beautiful_ fetish equipment. Whips, bondage gear and so on, but much more than that. All the latest kinky sex-toys from China and so on. You'll be astonished. And of course you'll need lots for a team of seven girls." "I'm afraid it's going to cost rather a lot," I said anxiously. "Never mind. I'll see that Roido-san pays you well. Pays me, I mean!" She laughed. "You and your friends are doing this just for the fun of it, of course. Now, when you go, ask for a girl who works there called Fujiko. You'll like her. She's sweet, and has the most imaginative attitude to sex. She'll provide you with everything you need." I was about to ask nervously what I was to do about money when she added, "I'll warn her you're coming and tell her to put everything on my account." However, a visit to Matsumoto-san came first, so in the afternoon I visited the kindly old lady once again and gave her a detailed account of the party. Her interest was intense: every fuck, every suck, every kiss of whip and cane had to be described. But I did not grudge it to her: she had been so helpful about my costume, and I enjoyed her cries of "How lovely for you, dearie!" and "Now, when _I_ was your age ... have you tried that?" When at last she was satisfied, I told her about the sexual display I was planning. Once again she was most helpful, knowing immediately how to work out the details of what I had only vaguely imagined. "How many of you will there be, dearie?" "Seven, I hope - including me." "All experienced?" "Well, yes: lots of sex, of course, in groups, parties and so on: and some of us have done professional work." "Whipping?" "I'm not sure. There may be a few who haven't tried it yet. I'll make sure they do." "Yes, you must do that. Now, let me think about what you should all wear. Just a little, of course: the sort of thing that emphasises a girl's nudity even more than nudity alone does. Pass me that pad." "Oh, you are clever! That's lovely!" I said, as she rapidly sketched girls wearing straps, open bras and so on. "Well, I did spend most of my life working in the fuck-film industry. Making you sexy little sluts look even more cute and desirable than nature intended. Now, you had this sweet idea about chains ..." Quickly she sketched seven girls chained together in a dancing row, and then in a ring. "Something like that, don't you think?" "Oh, yes! It makes me feel ... you know ... just to imagine it!" "What are you planning to call your group?" I knew the answer to that. I had known it ever since waking up in the morning, my mind humming with ideas for elaborate group sexual activity. "The Chain Gang," I said firmly. "Yes. I like it." I left Matsumoto-san's studio with a couple of bags full of clothing for my new group to practice with. From there I went straight to Shinjuku and in a side-street near the station plaza found the shop Restraint where Reina's little friend Fujiko was just starting her evening shift. Even I in my inexperience could see that there was something very piquant about such a sweet and charming girl being employed as a salesgirl at a counter piled high with chains, whips, clamps and other ingenious equipment designed to overwhelm a girl's sensuality with agony and bring her to the pinnacle of bliss. There were not many customers in the shop that early in the evening and most of them were only leafing through the racks of specialist magazines full of sadistic photographs and cartoons, so Fujiko and I were able to chat freely. She assured me that, with the help of her lovers, she personally tried out all the new items which came into the shop and could therefore make recommendations with sincerity. Before we discussed my requirements for the Chain Gang she showed me things I had never dreamt of ... they were so lovely! There was one device called the Double J, a vertical metal bar fixed to bands fitting snugly round a girl's neck and waist, then curving between her thighs and dividing into two, ending in huge vibrating dildos to delight cunt and arse. The adjustable neck- and waist-bands were lockable and Fujiko described how she would shyly surrender the keys to her lover of the moment along with the remote control, and then be entirely at his mercy for hours on end. "Even ... in public - under your clothes?" The thought was so overwhelming I could hardly say it aloud, even in a whisper. "Yes!" Fujiko murmured, our heads almost touching. "Yes ... I see you _understand_ ..." Oh, how I wanted one of those devices! But I was there on business and Reina had not given me free use of her account at the shop to satisfy my own lusts and fantasies. I would have to earn the right to do that. "Chains," said Fujiko when I showed her Matsumoto-san's designs. "In polished steel, I think. Cuffs, in black leather. Nipple-clamps, of _course_. Oh, how pretty you will all look! I do wish I could be with you!" "I wish you could, too," I said politely. "I'm sure you know much more than we do about such shows ... entertainments." Fujiko looked away and smiled politely, then produced a package from a shelf in the display cabinet. "These are something new," she said. "Very pretty. You stick them on your face and breasts. Look!" She opened the box, selected one of the little translucent plastic shapes and fixed it to her cheek. I gasped. It looked exactly like a streak of cum decorating a girl's face after she has coaxed a lover to climax over her mouth. "Oh, how pretty!" I said. "Yes, isn't it? And it gives the men you meet a very clear idea of what you want them to do! Please ... take these packets with our compliments. They will look nice on you and your friends. If I may suggest - don't overdo it: just one or two. The idea is to look as if you had missed it in cleaning yourself after, you know ..." She giggled prettily. I signed for the items I had chosen, Fujiko packed them neatly into a Restraint carrier bag, and I left her to serve other customers. == The next job was to ask Masumi to get the group together at her parents' house. "Oh, I have so much to tell you!" she said as she opened the door to me a few afternoons later. "And I want to talk to you too!" I replied as we ran up the stairs. "But you first!" I added politely - she was after all my host. "Tell me first of all, though: who else is coming? Were you able to get them all?" "Kin and Gin are here already," she said, unnecessarily: they welcomed me happily as she opened the door of her room. "One or two others said they would probably come ..." "Saa-chan, you're looking so pretty!" said Kin, or it might have been Gin. "So are you both!" I responded. They were, too. As usual they were wearing cute little outfits, identical except that one was in red and the other in blue. Today they had each chosen tight, low-slung shorts and a sweet little sleeveless top with a high neck but cropped just below the breasts to leave their slim tummies bare. The material was shiny and if it had borne company logos they would have looked just like pretty race queens.[30] They must have had an interesting time on the journey here, I thought - in fact they had surely been propositioned so often and had so many opportunities to let themselves be picked up it was a miracle they had made it at all! "Masumi wanted to tell us about her latest adventure!" said Kin - or maybe Gin. "But she thought she should wait for you," said the other. "And now Saa-chan's here, so do tell, Masumi!" they said in unison. "Well ..." said Masumi. She and I sat down on her bed, while Kin and Gin squatted elegantly together on a cushion, their arms round each other. "It was so exciting!" Masumi went on. "I actually took part in a video!" "A sex video?" "Oh, how thrilling!" said Kin and Gin. "Yes," said Masumi with a pretty blush. "It was like this. Saa-chan and I like to go to a place in Yoyogi Park where young people meet ... you know. But she's been so busy with her clients that one day I went with Jun and Aki instead. I was wearing one of the special bikinis that Saa-chan got for me from her friend - under my clothes, of course. In fact I have it on now." "Oh, do show!" "Let's see!" Masumi obediently stood up and then, rather shyly, unzipped the summer dress she was wearing and let it fall to the floor. Thanks to Matsumoto-san I had been able to increase her and my stock of microbikinis, and she was wearing a particularly pretty one made of narrow bands of shiny gold cloth. The top outlined and lightly supported her plump breasts without hiding them, while the bottom half was made up of a transparent, almost invisible, belt of plastic material round her waist and a narrow gold band passing down between her legs and then up again glittering in the cleft of her arse. I guessed that where it covered her clitoris the band had on the inside the teasing _manzuri_ strip which was one of the designer's special features. Masumi ran her finger along it as she fiddled with the bikini, making sure it fitted perfectly. "Ooh, how lovely!" "Oh, pretty!" exclaimed the twins. "I want one just like that!" "So do I!" "Gold for you and silver for me!" "Wouldn't that be fun?" "I'll get them for you," I said firmly. "But now let Masumi tell her story. I want to know what she did." "Well," Masumi continued, picking up her dress and hanging it up neatly in her closet before sitting down again beside me, "we had brought _goza_ mats with us to sit on. Jun and Aki sat on one and I had the other. Some of the other girls there had taken off their street clothes and were sunning themselves in bikinis so of course when no one was paying much attention I did the same. I was wearing only a skirt and T-shirt so I could take them off discreetly while I was sitting down. Then I just lay on my mat in the sun." "I don't suppose you were alone for long," said Kin, or maybe Gin. "No. Some boys came and joined me. I knew some of them from the times I'd been there before of course. And then we moved out of the sun into the shade under the trees so we could be more private ... I suppose I should have watched out for Jun and Aki, to make sure they were all right, but I guessed they could look after each other. Anyway, after a while ..." she blushed and looked down at the floor for a moment "... one of the boys suggested we might go somewhere where they could take some photos of me. I didn't quite understand why we couldn't do that where we were in the Park under the trees, but they were insistent that they knew a special place." I nodded. I knew how insistent boys could be, and how difficult it was for a Japanese girl not to be obedient. "So I put my clothes on again and my shoes and we left the Park together. Three young men and me. I waved at Jun and Aki as we passed and said I wouldn't be long and were they all right, and they said they were. Outside the Park we found a sort of van waiting for us with another man in the driving-seat. We all got into the back. It was very spacious and comfortable. One of the young men picked up an elaborate video camera from the front seat, and began photographing me as we drove along. Of course the other two kissed me and fondled me and I soon had my top and skirt off again. I didn't mind because it was only what we had been doing in the Park - and I wasn't _quite_ naked because I still had my bikini on." "No, not quite," I said with a smile. Fortunately she didn't understand my little joke, and continued with her story. "It was so exciting, driving through Tokyo and letting them do anything they wanted to me in the back of the van! They took it in turns to come in my mouth while the other one fingered my pussy; and then the young man with the camera handed it over to the others and had me himself. It was lovely! But we seemed to be going a long way. At last we pulled over into a parking space in an area where there was a bit of open land between houses. It was a main road but not an expressway so there wasn't a lot of traffic. The young men helped me out of the van and showed me how to pose in just my heels and bikini without any of the houses in shot, so it looked as if I was on my own in the countryside. After I'd done some of that, we made up some group shots with them - you know, just kissing and fondling each other. They were so clever with the camera! "Then suddenly they started waving at a truck which was coming towards us along the road. It pulled into the parking area beside our van, and my friends had a brief private chat with the driver and his mate. And they got out and joined us. They were so nice and friendly! Well, you can imagine that after all that stroking and kissing I was ready for anything. My friends brought a _futon_ out of their van so we could be comfortable and soon the men from the truck and I were having such a lovely time together. They removed my bikini - oh, so nicely and gently - and they did such wonderful things to me!" Kin and Gin had taken their tops off by now and were fondling each other's breasts as they listened to Masumi's tale. "Oh, if only we'd been there too!" one of them said softly. "But it began to get dark," said Masumi, "so we had to say good-bye. The driver and his mate thanked me so nicely, and drove off. Then the rest of us got into our van and drove back to the city centre. I didn't bother to return to the Park - I had my things with me, you see - so they took me home. It was such fun being nude in the van as we drove along, but of course when we were nearly home I asked them to stop playing with me so I could put on my bikini and my other clothes again. And I said how clever it was of them to arrange for their two friends to arrive at just the right place and at just the right time. And can you guess what they said?" "No," I said, even though I already had. "They said the two men in the truck weren't their friends at all, that they had just waved the truck down and invited the driver and his mate to join in our game! And ... and they had asked them to _pay_ for it! They had said I was a cheap prostitute looking for business by the roadside! Wasn't that _awful_?" She buried her face in her hands. I couldn't tell if she was really upset or just afraid of seeming to show off. "But wouldn't you enjoy being a prostitute?" I asked her gently. "Like I am?" "And like we are?" added Kin or Gin eagerly. "Well, we are sort of." "Yes, we get paid!" "Oh, yes we do! But the money doesn't matter - it's such _fun_!" Masumi looked up slowly. I was relieved to see that she was smiling. "It was lovely ..." she said slowly. "And before I said good-bye I gave them my e-mail address. A few days later I had an e-mail with a big attachment. It was an edited version of the video they made! It was so professional. And, do you know, I hadn't realised, but they had put up a sign at the parking-place reading 'Would you like to play with me?[31] Whatever you like: only ¥10,000'!" Kin and Gin burst into giggles. "At that price you might have had a whole line of clients!" "Wouldn't that have been lovely!" "So you've made your first professional sex-video," I said. "How clever of you. I'd love to see it! I wonder what they're selling it for." "You mean ..." She looked at me in a mixture of horror and excitement. "Of course. I'm sure it's available on the net. You're a professional at last! Congratulations!" The doorbell rang. Masumi jumped to her feet, quickly pulled her dress out of the closet and put it on again. As soon as she had gone I turned to the twins. They had taken off their miniskirts now, revealing that they had been wearing only tiny thongs in gold and silver, and would soon be preoccupied only with each other. There had been a time, I remembered, when I had been rather shocked by their mutual sexual attraction. But I was more tolerant now. After all, if it is true that only a girl _really_ knows what another girl likes, then the relationship between twin sisters must be uniquely full of shared insight and pleasure. As well as delightful to watch, I thought! But I had to interrupt them before they could become too carried away. After all, I was - I hoped - about to introduce another pleasure into their incestuous bond. "How are things at the bath-house?" I asked. "Oh, lovely!" they said happily, speaking together and over each other as usual. "We've volunteered for extra shifts. The clients keep asking for us! Of course lots of men like to be serviced by two girls at once - it's called _jitensha_, 'bicycle', isn't that sweet? - but I suppose when we do it it's extra special." "What do you and the clients do together? What do they do to you?" "Well, you know what happens at a bath-house. We all get wet, of course, and then we squirt lots of liquid soap over each other and lie on an inflatable mat and we wash the client with our bodies. You know, squirming all over him with our breasts and pussies, and stroking his cock." "And then you have sex together?" "Of _course_! Actually, we're supposed to use a separate room for sex, rather than the bathroom, but who wants to waste time going to a different place? With the two of us, we often do some lesbian to start with, just to get us all in the right state of pleasure, then one sits on his erection and the other sits on his face. And we swap round from time to time. Such fun! And then he comes, and thanks us, and leaves, and we rinse off and dry each other, and clean up the bathroom, and then it's time for the next client! Lovely!" "Do your clients ever," I said, choosing my words carefully, "want to do anything special to you? Er, spanking for example?" "Oh, yes!" they said together. "We enjoy that! Once we're all really, you know, in the mood and ready!" I decided it was safe to introduce the subject I was working towards. I picked up the bag I had brought and pulled out a whip. It was a simple one: just a bundle of narrow leather lashes without knots or other refinements - meant for gentle slapping rather than true whipping. I did not need to say anything. The twins fell on it with eager excitement and waved it around without really making contact with each other. "Yes, it will feel lovely," I said in reply to their enthusiastic questions. "Why don't I show you ...?" They eagerly removed their thongs and, fully naked now, took up position kneeling side-by-side on the floor by Masumi's bed. I arranged them leaning forward, gripping the rail on the far side with their hands. They turned their faces inwards and began to kiss. Careful, I said to myself. I get only one chance at this, at showing them how beautiful it is. With love ... always with love. I took off the T-shirt and denim skirt I was wearing, revealing the microbikini I always wore nowadays instead of normal underwear. I stood to one side of the delicious pair of bottoms offered to me, measured my distance carefully, and brought the black leather lashes sharply down on both girls together. Their delighted squeals and the vigorous joint wriggling of their arses told me all I needed to know. I did it again, harder - and again. They screamed with excitement and could hardly stay in position. I varied the angle of my strike and began to tickle their thighs and then their backs. After a few minutes of that I judged that their charmingly pink bottoms were ready for more stimulation, and began to give it to them with serious commitment. I gradually became aware that someone was trying to attract my attention. I stopped whipping and turned. Masumi was back, but accompanied not as I had expected by Jun or Aki or even Kokomi but by a young man. I let the lashes fall and gazed at him in astonishment. "Jiro!" I said at last. "What on earth are you doing here?" He smiled at me shyly. "Good afternoon, Mistress Sayaka," he said. The twins stopped complaining and begging, rolled over and sat up. "Hi, Jiro," they said as if it were the most natural thing in the world to see him. "Mistress Kin, Mistress Gin," he murmured. "How beautiful you looked being whipped together! I am sorry to have interrupted your pleasure." "That's all right. There'll be plenty more. Now that we know! Saa-chan, we want our own whips." "Not black. Gold," said Kin. "Silver," said Gin. "Think how the clients will love watching us whip each other!" "Never mind the clients!" said Kin. "Think how _we_'ll love it!" I dropped the whip on the bed. I was vaguely aware that Kin and Gin seized on it and began experimenting on each other, but I needed to find out about Jiro. "Well," said Masumi, "a little while ago Jiro called me. He had my mobile number, you see, because we gave it to him when we invited him to join us that day in the school gymnasium. You remember?" "Of course," I said. How could I forget? "And he wanted us to meet. So we did. And he had a proposal. He said he wanted to work as our Slave." I looked at him in astonishment. He smiled shyly and looked down at his bare feet. "He's been very good!" Masumi went on, trying to justify what had happened in my absence. "He looks after us, cleans up the mess we make, does our laundry ..." "It's such a pleasure to serve you, Mistresses," said Jiro diffidently. He began to gather up the pretty outfits which Kin and Gin had left lying on the floor, folding them and smoothing them with a loving expression on his face, then placing them neatly on a chair. Then he did the same to my skirt and T-shirt. Finally he picked up the little thongs Kin and Gin had left on the bed, smelling and stroking them longingly. "So pretty," he murmured to himself. Then, turning to me, "Mistress Masumi and the other Mistresses have been so good to me," he said. "I want nothing more than to serve them and be a good Slave ... er, Mistress Sayaka, do you have any laundry for me to do? Washing my Mistresses' clothes is such a treat for me ... especially their underwear ..." "He's very good!" said Masumi again. Jiro disappeared into the tiny shower-room off Masumi's bedroom and I heard the water running. "I hope he can dry our thongs in time for us to wear them home," said Kin. "Never mind! It will be even nicer _not_ to wear them," said Gin. I was still surprised at Jiro's happy servitude, but I was beginning to see how useful to my future plans for the group a committed and hard-working Slave could be. It was time I took charge and explained what those plans were. I made room for myself to sit on the bed beside the twins, and captured their attention by taking the whip away from them. "Now listen, everyone," I said. "It's a pity Aki and Jun, and Kokomi, can't be here but we can fill them in later. I have had a very important offer from a very wealthy man who holds wonderful parties. You know, where rich and powerful people go to have sex with each other, and with girls like us." I had their attention now, all right. "He has asked me to get together a group of girls to put on a show at his next party." Well, that wasn't quite the way it had happened. I had offered to run a show for him and he had said I could if it was good enough. Having discussed my plan with Matsumoto-san and with Reina I thought it would be. But everything depended on the others being willing to co-operate. "And I have a Plan," I went on. "It will be difficult and we must all work very hard. But it will be a wonderful opportunity for us. We all want to be invited to parties like that, don't we?" No one disagreed with that. "So from now on we, and the other three if they agree and I hope they will, are a performance group. Specialising in sex-shows." "Ooh, yes!" said Kin and Gin together. "Very, very high-quality sex-shows to please real connoisseurs," I went on. "What shall we call ourselves?" asked Masumi. I had planned to come on to that later, but there was no harm in discussing it now. "I have an idea for that," I said, "but does anyone else have a suggestion first?" No one did; but then to my surprise Jiro murmured something. "Yes?" "May I speak, Mistresses?" "Of course." "You are all so beautiful ... may I suggest The Seven Graces?" "Well, yes, a good idea," I said, naturally deferring to the only man present, even if he was a Slave. "But my idea - and you'll see why I thought of it when you hear my Plan for our first show - is The Chain Gang." No one objected. I began to explain my Plan. FOOTNOTES [30] "Race queens" are the pretty girls in delightfully sexy uniforms who are employed to staff company stands at trade fairs. The practice began, and is still most common, at motor racing tracks or other promotions connected with the car trade, hence the name. Companies compete to employ the prettiest girls and dress them in the most revealing uniforms. Many porn starlets, nude models and the like have been talent-spotted at such events. - B W [31] _Asobitai_? "Would you like to play?" is the Japanese prostitute's standard hopeful approach to a potential client. - B W [Next in Part 19: Chapter XIX: The Chain Gang] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams