Learning_About_Myself.19 THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/19 BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS FINAL REVISED EDITION Part 19 CHAPTER XIX The Chain Gang When we were able to explain our idea of the Chain Gang to our friend Kokomi she at once agreed to join us. I was glad because she had often shown us how she could use her skill as a gymnast to put on remarkable sexual performances, almost as much fun for us to watch as they must have been for the men she chose as her partners. I wasn't so concerned about Jun and Aki: if they didn't want to join us we could soon find replacements from among our friends. But after giggling and keeping us waiting while they made their minds up, they at last agreed. So we were seven. That at once created a new problem: we were too many to plan and rehearse at Masumi's house. I put the question to Reina, who quickly had the answer: she arranged for us to have the use of a rehearsal room at one of the studios where she worked part-time. Of course it would cost money, but she would take it out of my accumulating earnings which she was holding for me, and was confident the fee which Roido-san would pay us for our performance would more than cover the expense. I must say we all seven felt very grown-up when we arrived at a real sex-video studio for the first time, even though we were not there to perform on camera! This is where I belong, I thought, and I am sure the others felt it too. The routine I had planned and discussed with Reina and Matsumoto-san was quite simple. There was no point in going beyond our capacity on our first project. But I was confident we could rely on our fresh and youthful appearance, the pretty decorations pointing up our nudity, and above all our boundless youthful appetite for sex to make a good impression on our host and his guests. As soon as I was satisfied that we could put on a good show I spoke to Roido-san. It cost me a lot of effort to get past his secretaries, but I was still full of the determination I had found in myself after my earlier experiences at his house, and was at last able to remind him of his promise to me. After that one of his staff, in charge of organising the next party, suddenly became very helpful and we soon agreed on the details. Of course the seven of us, with Jiro in attendance, arrived at his house in very good time on the evening of the party. He had kindly set a room aside for us. We were soon out of our clothes and Jiro was helping us get into costume. I had given a lot of thought to what we should all wear and discussed it in detail with Matsumoto-san. She had ruled out my more extreme ideas. "Dearie," she said, pouring herself another cup of green tea, "these people you want to have you at the party are used to kinky sex with girls restrained in fetish gear with chains and padlocks and stuff. Yes, that sort of thing is lovely but it works best with slightly older, more sophisticated girls. What you and your friends have to offer is youth. Youth and an uncomplicated love of sex. That will tickle their appetites and make sure they give you a really good time. Pretty and eager and sexy, that's the look we are aiming at." "But does that mean we're wrong calling ourselves The Chain Gang?" I asked anxiously. "Are chains too ... what you said ... kinky?" "No, they can be really good on a young girl. But the secret is to make her look as if she doesn't fully understand how arousing they are." "I was thinking," I said tentatively, wanting to change the subject a little, "how lovely those gloves were. The ones you lent me. They really helped me a lot, appealing to an older man with lots of experience." "Yes!" said Matsumoto-san enthusiastically. "That's a really good idea. For a starting-point. Pass me that pad." We were to be dressed all in silver. I had to be firm with Kin and Gin on that: of course they wanted to be in contrasting colours, or at least in their trademark gold and silver. But I insisted, and the others backed me up, that we would look best if we were identical - interchangeable fifteen-year-old non-stop fucking-machines, as Kokomi put it. She had picked up that phrase from a pornographic website she enjoyed visiting, and it excited us all so much to imagine ourselves like that! We were each to wear long silver gloves and a broad silver collar and belt snugly round neck and waist. Of course we also wore cuffs in black leather fitted with strong D-rings round our wrists. Some of this came from Fujiko at Restraint, and the rest from the studio wardrobes to which Matsumoto-san had access, together with strappy silver shoes with very high slim heels and long narrow cords which twisted round the ankles and ended in a neat bow. Much of our rehearsal time had been spent getting used to running and dancing on the precarious heels. Then there were the chains - again all in silver. I insisted that we should all wear my favourite style of nipple-clamps, the little metal sleeves which slipped over the erect nipples and could then be tightened so pleasurably. Fujiko at Restraint had been able to obtain seven sets for us, all with pretty silver bells hanging from them on delicate chains. Another thicker chain was clipped to a ring in the collar and passed between the breasts till it joined the belt. Finally, one of the most important items of the costume: a short heavy steel chain attached to the ring of the left wrist-cuff. It looked as if it was firmly locked there but in fact the ring opened easily on a spring when twisted by finger and thumb. So there we were, all seven of us in our identical silver Chain Gang costumes, waiting nervously to be called. Jiro fussed round us, making sure that our long gloves were moulded immaculately to our arms, that the cords of our shoes were elegantly tied, and teasing us by tightening our nipple-clamps and flicking our little bells so that they tinkled prettily. Finally we gave him the task of sticking the little plastic blobs and steaks of imitation cum to our cheeks and breasts, which I must admit he did very artistically. Masumi and I were going through our dance routine for the hundredth time. Kin and Gin were giggling together, never still for a moment; and Kokomi was practising elegant gymnastic poses: one of her favourite sexual games was to take up a motionless position and challenge her lovers to make her lose control by tickling and whipping her. Only Jun and Aki, who frankly had not attended enough rehearsals, were nervous, sweating and working each other up into a panicky state. Jiro was doing his best to calm them, gently wiping the sweat off their nakedness with cool damp cloths. At last one of Roido-san's staff put his head round the door and called simply "Ready!" Quickly we got into line - me in front, then Kin and Gin, Jun and Aki, the imperturbable Kokomi where she could keep an eye on them, and Masumi at the end. Each of us (apart from me of course) clipped the free end of her chain to the D-ring in the right cuff of the girl in front. I opened the door, and we were off! I skipped through the house with the others following, and we all made an entrance onto the terrace, pausing and posing as dramatic chords blasted from the loudspeakers. Couples and groups interrupted their love-making on the lawn, looked up and applauded. Then I led the group onto the grass, weaving our way round the other guests, using a skipping dance-step and raising our knees high in the way we had rehearsed. The lighting engineers followed us with their spots, making the silver of our costumes glitter. The little bells could hardly be heard above the music but their pretty chains swung in the lights. We took our time curving and dancing round the garden, the guests gathering close to us as we went, but at last we reached our objective: the big tree at the edge of the lawn. We danced round it, then formed a ring facing outwards. As I caught up with Masumi at the end of the line, I quickly clipped the free end of my chain to the ring in her right wrist-cuff. We were chained together now, dancing round the tree, pulling away from it as far as our chains would let us, moving back in and pressing our naked bottoms and backs against its rough bark, lifting our arms above our heads and shaking the chains imprisoning us. The guests cheered and applauded. It was time for the next scene. I reached out to Masumi and snapped her right wrist-cuff open. Now we could dance in line again and we wove in and out of the guests once more, enjoying the feel of their questing hands as they reached out and stroked our nudity. But then we were back at the tree again, this time facing inwards and our chains locked together. We moved out, we moved in, we came to a halt leaning forward, our outstretched silver arms pressing against the tree and our bottoms straining yearningly outwards. Some of the guests were already holding whips and canes, chosen earlier from Roido-san's stock so that they could pleasure each other as they made love in the garden. But I could now hear Jiro moving among the guests, offering them many-stranded and knotted whips from the stock he was carrying. I could not make out what he was saying, but knew he would be politely urging them to stimulate our temptingly offered arses. They hardly needed to be told and almost at once I felt the lashes' embrace. The pretty squeals and pleas for yet more love rising from round the tree told me that all seven of us were being treated to the climax we had been longing for. Whipping a girl the way she longs to be whipped is hard work and also very stimulating. It was not long before my unseen lover was overcome by the need of relief. I felt his hands grip my waist and I responded by leaning forwards and outwards as hard as I could. There was no need for lubrication: the kiss of the whip had called up copious love-juice from my cunt, and at once I felt a thick, wonderful cock pressed against me and forcing its way into my love-hole. I screamed with happy lust and pushed back as hard as I could, while his hands found my breasts and added to the bliss flooding from my tortured nipples. It did not take long - for both of us, our need was too great to allow us to spin out the pleasure. But there is always the next time ... always ... always ... His head was close to mine as he leaned heavily on my back. "That was wonderful," he said. "It was beautiful," I murmured. "Thank you ... oh, please do it to me again!" "Come and join my friends," he said after a pause. "That is ... can you?" He pulled out of my cunt and freed me from his weight. I quickly uncoupled myself from Masumi on my left, but when I turned to Kin on my right she was not there and my end of the chain which had connected me to her left wrist had vanished. I guessed she, and perhaps Gin too, had broken away from the circle of girls and were no doubt busy elsewhere in the garden. I turned to face my lover. He was a tall and athletic _gaijin_, but I had guessed he must be from the size and strength of his cock - and of course from his quaint Japanese. He was also naked, which was nice. He took me in his arms. I reached up and kissed him, then began to stroke his chest with my gloved hands, gradually moving one hand down to caress his cock. It was still big but only at half-mast, and I looked up at his face anxiously. He bent down to pick up his whip from where he had dropped it when he entered me, put his other arm firmly round my waist, and led me towards the centre of the lawn. We stopped beside two Japanese men who were sitting on the grass playing with a naked girl. Although they too were without clothes they had the unmistakable aura of wealth and success about them. "These are my friends," said my lover. "They brought me to the party." The two men scrambled to their feet and greeted me politely. "We enjoyed your dance," they said. "Yours and the others'." I thanked them. The girl they had been playing with looked rather put out and soon wandered off, deciding there was nothing more for her in this group. I felt sorry for her, but was sure that in this gathering a pretty nude girl would not be neglected for long. "Do you live in Japan?" I asked my lover politely. "No, not any more. I did once, but now I visit. I do business with my friends here." "And we were invited this evening," said one of the Japanese, "so we brought him along." I noticed that he did not refer to my lover by name, even though that made his sentence sound rather rude. I never did discover who any of the three were. We all sat down on the mattress the Japanese men had been using. "Are you enjoying the party?" I asked, realising as soon as I had said it that it sounded rather foolish. "Very much. Especially now," he added politely. I blushed and was uncertain what to say, disconcerted by the strange foreign habit of paying girls compliments. Fortunately he did not wait. There was something he wanted to say, even though it meant a struggle with his limited Japanese. "I love ... girls," he began. He was clearly searching for a word, and raised his right hand, shaking the whip from side to side to suggest it. "_Muchi-utsu_?" I said quietly, helping him. "That's right. I love it. But in my country it's difficult. Girls don't like it. Or say they don't. You have to pay prostitutes extra. Even then they don't look as if they are enjoying it. But here ..." "How strange," I said. "We Japanese girls love it. Once we've learnt. It's the best thing there is." "Exactly! Japanese girls love it. I love it. That's why I love Japan." There was obviously only one thing to do. I stretched out on hands and knees, my bottom towards my _gaijin_ who enjoyed whipping Japanese girls, at the other end my hands reaching for the cocks waiting for me. As I stroked and sucked and swallowed, my new master made love to me the way we both liked best. == When all three men had had me as many times, and in as many ways, as they wanted I excused myself and wandered off to see what my friends were doing. Jiro saw me and came running up. "Are you having a good time, Mistress Sayaka?" he asked respectfully. "Yes, thank you. Are the others?" "I think so. I don't know about Mistress Kin and Mistress Gin: they are entertaining a group of lovers on the terrace but told me to go away. I obeyed them, of course, but I was sad: they looked so beautiful covered in oil and stroking each other ... The other Mistresses are over here." To one side of the lawn simple whipping-frames had been set up and hooks attached to the boughs of trees. I soon spotted Masumi hanging by her chained wrists from a tree, swinging and turning as men took turns whipping her plump bottom and thighs: anyone not familiar with her sexual preferences might have thought her screams and appeals not to be hurt meant she was in serious distress, but I of course knew her better. Feeling a little envious, I clipped the loose end of my chain to the cuff on my right wrist: surely showing myself with my hands bound would give someone the right idea? Jiro touched my elbow and drew my attention to a group gathered round a whipping frame. They opened a space for us and I suddenly made out Jun and Aki. Someone had found ropes and bound them tightly together, thigh to thigh, breast to breast. They were hanging from their frame with their feet off the ground, swaying from side to side as they were whipped, squealing and wailing at full volume. Those two will never learn to behave elegantly, I thought. Perhaps one day we should replace them ... Nearby was someone who was always elegant: balanced on one foot on a little platform, her other leg raised and her arms above her head in a ballet pose was Kokomi. A man was methodically caning her bottom with a slim riding-crop sheathed in black leather. She did not move a muscle or make a sound. "How _can_ she do it? She's a marvel!" I heard a girl in the crowd say. I knew, or could guess. She was lost in a heaven of her own, and had trained her athletic body to obey. All this happiness, and the fun I could imagine Kin and Gin enjoying as they exhibited their bath-house skills on the terrace, made me feel sad and lonely. There was an empty hook hanging from a tree nearby. I went and stood under it, taking up what I hoped was an enticing pose with my chained hands above my head and one knee slightly bent. I did not have to wait long. [Next in Part 20: Chapter XX: My Birthday Treat] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams