UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 04 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO PART 04 CHAPTER IV The Show: A Dream of the Future I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that Chiyoko achieved her ambition and became a successful nude dancer and waitress in some of Tokyo's most exclusive and discreet establishments. She never lost her taste for bondage and the whip - well, no girl ever does if she is introduced to them sensitively - and often worked whipping displays into her performances. The following account is all her work. I have no idea if it is a fantasy or describes a real show in one of her clubs. Is Ayako in this tale the same Ayako who was one of my pupils? Perhaps. There are lots of Ayakos in Japan, thank the Gods! It's a special occasion. There must be forty or fifty men in the party, sitting in groups at tables arranged at floor level round the little stage on which we girls will soon be performing. In fact the stage is just a sort of platform, two shallow steps up from the floor, and curved so that all the audience can get a good view of us. The steps go right round the curved front of the stage, so that we can come down and join the audience, or invite individual guests to come up and join us, as the show develops. It's a very intimate little club, and I love performing there. The stage has some sophisticated equipment, though - more than you would think from the simple lay-out. We've all done this show before and know each other pretty well. The club's _mama-san_ tries to get the same team together whenever the show is requested but of course there are changes sometimes. I was first engaged three or four weeks ago - the management of a club where I have worked almost since I started in the sex business told me the _mama-san_ was a girl short and had asked them for a recommendation. Of course I was thrilled to be chosen. Because I was new we had to run through the routine before the guests arrived that evening - three times so I could learn each of the three parts I might have to play. The guests must have liked me because since then the _mama-san_ has asked for me again, and my management has been very good about giving me time off to accept. Tonight will be the fourth time for me. It's a sweet show and I love doing it, even though I've never yet been the lucky girl chosen for the main part. Perhaps tonight will be different. The show needs only seven girls, which isn't many to entertain such a lot of men, so we are specially chosen to please the audience - with pretty figures, firm tight flesh and possessing that special something which inspires the most refined and most sophisticated lust. (You see why I was so pleased to be chosen!) At my club there is usually one of us for every two men, or three at most. And instead of the dear little g-strings which are all we are permitted to wear as we entertain our guests - to start with at least, they don't stay on long, of course! - here we wear quite elaborate costumes. But the costumes are very stimulating and because there are so few of us we get plenty of sexual attention. The costume is mainly a corset, in shiny material, designed to leave the breasts and bottom uncovered, and bound _very_ tightly - as tightly as we can bear it - round the waist. With it we wear long shiny black gloves and black shoes with the slimmest and highest imaginable heels. It's like being forced onto the very highest tiptoes wearing those shoes, and it took me a while to get the knack of wearing them: you just have to take tiny steps, and be careful about not turning too suddenly. Once I'd got the hang of it I found out where the _mama-san_ bought the costumes, and had a couple of pairs of shoes and a corset made for myself. My lovers - the ones I fuck for fun on my free evenings - adore seeing me pirouetting round wearing only the shoes, and begging them to tie me into the corset. I like to think - I know it's vain of me - that my figure is pretty enough not to need enhancing by a corset. But of course that isn't the point. It's so nice for my gentlemen to be allowed to constrain me, imprison me. Their hands are so strong that the corset makes me deliciously breathless - and then when they fuck me like that I sometimes faint with excitement and happiness! Back to the show. I mustn't forget to mention that over our long gloves we all wear black leather wristbands with strong D-rings fixed in them, and the ankle-straps of our pretty shoes also have matching D-rings. Each girl's corset is a different colour: gold, silver, black, red, green, blue and pink. When I am taking part in the show I wear the silver one, which I like very much. I find the combination of shiny silver and black very erotic, and I hope my audience does too. And it's a wonderful feeling to be laced as tightly as possible into the corset, my little bound waist contrasting so sweetly with my naked breasts and bottom, hardly able to breathe with excitement and constriction, the high, high heels making me feel so helpless - and hoping, oh so much, that I'll be the lucky one tonight! We keep the men waiting. Unlike at my usual club there are no girls among the guests to look after them and take the edge off their appetite. All the more for us later on! At last the _mama-san_ urges them all to sit down and pay attention, the lights and music come up, seven excited girls burst onto the stage, and the show starts. We wear dresses over our costumes to start with, all different: an OL in her office uniform, a sexy minidress, a long transparent negligee and so on. We are all on stage together, but each girl gets her solo moment to do her strip, while the rest of us applaud and help her to undress. Once we are in only our corsets and gloves and shoes we dance sexily, alone and together, masturbating, stroking and kissing each other in little lesbian routines, and so on. But that's just the start. I should have mentioned that each girl has, clipped to her corset just below her naked breasts, a little plaque in the same colour with her name on. When the _mama-san_ thinks the opening part of the show has gone on long enough, and the audience is well warmed-up, she comes on stage carrying a sort of urn. We each take off our little coloured name-tags and drop them inside. Then the _mama-san_ stands at the front of the curved stage, chooses a man from the audience and invites him up onto the platform while we encourage him to join us, gather round him and stroke and pet him. His job is to draw the lots. The first four girls are the unlucky ones tonight - well, fairly unlucky, they will have their share in the pleasures of the evening - and they go and stand two by two at the sides of the stage. I expect the two pairs are fondling and kissing each other as usual, so as to keep the audience in the right mood of sexual arousal, but tonight I'm not paying attention to that, my name hasn't come out of the urn yet and I still have a chance of being the lucky one! I watch as the young man from the audience shows the next name-tag. Pink! The girl in the pink corset, whose name is Ayako, laughs and claps her hands together, trying to hide any disappointment she may feel, and goes to stand in the place where she knows she will spend the rest of the evening. I still have a chance! No, the next plaque to be drawn is silver, my colour. Never mind. Like Ayako I do my best to look happy and take up the position chance has assigned me. I have played this part before and enjoyed it enormously; and maybe I'll win the star part next time. I look at the lucky winner, Sumie in the blue corset. She has won once before, and I'm glad for her because I know she will enjoy so much what is now going to happen to her. She is a little taller than the average Japanese girl, with exquisite legs in the very high heels bound to her little feet. Her breasts are firm with hard, erect nipples, and a deliciously round bottom with perfect skin. She is lightly tanned from her summer holidays but has taken care not to show any bikini marks - no doubt she sunbathes nude like most of us do. I don't know who is going to find the most pleasure in what is to follow: she or the men in the audience. Now it is time to prepare her. Shyly and with sexy little steps she goes to where she knows she belongs, and stands with her feet well apart. Ayako and I kneel on either side of her. Cut into the stage we can see the circular mark of the little platform which will be her home for the next few hours, and we lift metal tongues which are hidden in its smooth surface. The _mama-san_ brings us each two strong padlocks and as Sumie adjusts the position of her feet for us we lock her ankles firmly to the floor by the D-rings in the straps of her pretty shoes. A metal bar descends from above, suspended on two chains, and we padlock her wrists to its ends. Then the bar is slowly raised again until Sumie is stretched tautly, elegantly, in the shape of an X. I look at her face. She is ecstatic at the helpless position she must hold, and in the knowledge of what will happen next. How lucky she is, I think, and how I wish it could be me! I glance at Ayako and know she is thinking the same. We return to our positions and wait till it is our turn to be prepared. The _mama-san_ encourages the young volunteer, who is still on stage, to tighten the bonds of Sumie's blue corset. His strong male fingers can constrict her more tightly than a girl's hands can do, however willing. I can just hear Sumie, taking tiny breaths and hardly able to speak, thanking him in little whispers and begging him to bind her waist even more cruelly. The young man returns to his place and joins his friends. What next? Oh yes: the nose-harness. This is a relatively new invention in Japanese bondage technique and I love wearing one. The _mama-san_ stands behind Sumie and, reaching up, inserts the two little padded hooks into her nostrils. The black cord goes over the top of Sumie's head, then down her back till it can be looped loosely into the top bond of her corset. Her platform begins to turn, the overhead bar moving with it: the audience will want to enjoy watching what happens next. The _mama-san_ pulls the cord through the bond as firmly as she can and ties it in a knot. Sumie's head comes up under the pull of the nose-hooks until she is gazing right into the overhead lights. As she does so they gradually change to a light blue, mixed with gold, to match the colour of her corset. Will they change to silver when one day it is my turn to stand where she stands? How lovely! She is holding her head so proudly erect that I can no longer see the ecstasy on her face, though I know it is there. To protect her eyes, and to add to her helplessness, a little mask is tied round her face: in blue cloth to match that of her corset. She is not gagged, however. Her screams, and her pitiful cries for mercy - or for the opposite - will enhance the audience's pleasure. Sumie's little platform revolves again, turning her towards the audience. Ayako leaves the stage for a moment: it is her job to bring on the props needed for the next phase in Sumie's enslavement. Stretched in her bonds, the star of the show is quivering tensely, her head back and her sightless eyes gazing at the roof. Her breasts are somewhat flattened against her chest but the firm nipples still point proudly towards her audience. In their expectation they are almost as tense as she is. I tell myself to relax: I shall need all my strength shortly for my own ordeal. The _mama-san_ takes two little metal objects from Ayako and fixes them lightly to Sumie's nipples: I am near enough to detect a slight gasp: she knows of course what is coming. Then, standing where she will not block the view of the audience, the _mama-san_ gradually twists the clamps tighter. She pauses. "Enough, slave?" she asks. In a voice I hardly recognise Sumie begs for more pain. As the _mama-san_ steps aside, the clamps now at their highest pitch of agony, the victim groans - from pain or pleasure? Soon she will not know the difference. Now, as runner-up in the lottery, it is my turn. My back to the audience, I kneel on the little circle outlining my platform and, knowing what is expected, lean backwards till I am resting on my hands. I let my head hang back and my long hair cascade to the floor. My role does not include the refined pleasures of nipple-clamps or an ultra-tight corset - I must be able to breathe and swallow freely - but it will soon be painful enough. And it does allow for the pretty nose-harness: the mama-san fixes the padded hooks in my nostrils and leads the cord over my head, parting my tumbling hair and tying the end to the back of my corset. Now my mouth and throat are in a straight line parallel with the floor. Of course I would hold that position voluntarily if ordered, but it adds to my excitement to be helplessly bound into it. As I gaze out vaguely at the upside-down audience, I feel the _mama-san_ padlock the D-rings on my wrists to those on my ankles. I am truly helpless now, and will have to stay in this wonderfully painful position for hours. The agony in my shoulders and thighs stimulates me: I am already wet from anticipation and from the sight of Sumie's beauty, my cunt now begins to spasm uncontrollably and I feel drips of love-juice tickling the crack in my arse on their way to spatter onto the floor. It takes the _mama-san_ only a couple of minutes to bind Ayako helplessly into a matching position. Our little platforms rise into the air. We remain there motionless, our tormented bodies resting on knees and elbows just fitting into the available space. Although we are brightly illuminated with our heads hanging down we do not need blindfolds to protect our eyes. I cannot see Sumie's platform but I know that it is revolving slowly. At last the _mama-san_ turns to the audience. She apologises for keeping them waiting but hopes they have found the preparation a stimulating spectacle. They know, of course, that Sumie, having drawn the first prize in the lottery, is stretched before them waiting to be whipped and caned at their pleasure. But we all know, she adds, that whipping a girl is strenuous work and can be very arousing. Therefore Sumie's two attendants are bound in a convenient posture, and raised to a convenient height, to be used by anyone who wants to seek relief from the sexual tension. I open my mouth wide and lick my lips to show how eager I am to be used. No doubt Ayako does the same. The other four girls, says the _mama-san_, now wandering through the audience in their pretty corsets handing out whips and other instruments of torture to those requesting them, are naturally also available to provide any sexual services which may be required. I cannot now see Sumie of course, but I know how she looks and can guess what she feels. This evening's sexual experience will for her have a rare purity. Inviolate, unpenetrated, she will hang quivering in her bonds while the tormenting whips flickering over her grant her an constant spiritual orgasm of rare intensity. My pleasure will be less refined: soon the first erection will be thrust down my throat, and I shall suck it greedily, the happiness of penetration, of being used by another's lust, mingling joyfully with the sensuous pain of my arousing position. I shall swallow gobbets of cum, or feel them squirted over my face. Forty or fifty men. Suppose my share is to have men come in my mouth, or over my face, twenty times during the evening. Say 200 cc of cum: as much as a small can of fruit-juice. I shall try to keep count, so as to compete with Ayako, but as the hours pass and the erections and orgasms blend into each other I shall forget. I long for it to begin. Down on the main floor I can hear the giggles and happy squeals of the other girls as they are passed from one guest to another, straddling their laps or greedily kneeling between their legs. I feel footsteps on the stage: some men pass across my range of vision, cruel whips and cats trailing from their hands. Suddenly the first cock of the evening presents itself to my mouth. I gulp it down happily, my tongue caressing its sensitive surface. Behind me I can hear a sizzling, hissing sound as the whips kiss Sumie's bottom, breasts, thighs ... For the moment she has the self-control to incite her tormentors to greater efforts by pretending to beg them to stop, not to hurt her. But soon, as her orgasmic fervour mounts, she will reveal her true desires, gasping with joy and imploring them to whip her with all their strength ... Oh, _surely_ my luck must change soon and it will be my turn? [Next in Part 05: Chapter V: Hanako: Sweet Hanako] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams