UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 09 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 09 CHAPTER IX Ropes and Whips And when Friday came ... "Can't you make it tighter?" asked Natsuko in a shy little voice, as I adjusted the shiny black corset round her waist. "Of course - is that what you'd like?" "Yes - yes, it is." I undid most of the loops holding the two rows of metal hooks down her back, and laced them even more tightly together. Her body quivered and shook as I pulled the strong black cords as hard as I could after each twist. Finally I tied the ends together firmly, leaving them to dangle and tickle her naked bottom. The erect nipples of her firm young breasts pointed eagerly forward, showing the pleasure the cruel corset was giving her. At last, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, and she turned to the mirror. "Ohhh! Don't I look _pretty_!" she gasped. Irresistible was the word I would have used. "Yes," I said briefly. She put her hands on her waist, spreading the fingers to see if they would meet. They almost did, but not enough to satisfy her. "Can't you make me even smaller _here_?" "I can try," I said. The thought of binding her even more tightly excited me so much I was having difficulty keeping myself under control. "Ohhh! Oh yes, _please_!" == The weekend had started well. As usual Natsuko came to me on Friday evening, after looking in at home to leave her school briefcase and chat with her mother. Then she had gone, innocent in her high-school uniform, to visit a friend. At the friend's house she had changed and finally arrived at my apartment, enjoying the attention she attracted on the subway in her cropped top, miniskirt and strappy sandals with high narrow heels. For her meetings with me she wore nothing else. I had told her there was nothing I found more delightful than slipping my hand gently up a girl's thigh, and finding, just a few millimetres above the hem of her microskirt, not panties - however pretty - but a naked young pussy, trembling shyly with desire. I had encouraged Natsuko to keep an account in a little notebook of what her various lovers liked best. Men had different tastes, I explained. "But I can remember what _you_ like!" she had said, startled. "It's what _I_ like too!" "And can you remember what the other men you go with like?" I had asked, keeping my voice neutral. She had giggled and blushed. "Soon you'll have so many lovers you won't be able to keep track. You want to go to each one ready to do the things he especially likes, don't you?" She had looked up at me with a charming mixture of amazement and excitement. But this Friday evening she did not rush into my arms eager to be petted and stroked. She stood in front of me, embarrassed, drawing little lines on the carpet with the toe of her left shoe while she balanced precariously on the high heel of the right. "I'm _so_ sorry about Tuesday," she suddenly said in a rush. "It was _very_ naughty of me to trick you like that. Making you take that test without warning you. And the other girls behaved very badly, teasing you while you were chained up. But it's all my fault." She looked down at the floor. In fact Tuesday, when I had been made to spend an hour forbidden to come while being tormented by a bevy of her exquisitely nude schoolfriends, had been an amazing experience which I longed to be forced to go through again. And I was pretty sure Natsuko knew that very well. This embarrassed apology was almost certainly play-acting. But one of the things I have learnt about Japanese girls is that they are natural actresses, especially in matters of sex, and that there is no point trying to tell the difference between pretence and reality. What they are pretending to be they are, at the time; and if _they_ don't know which is which how can a crude foreigner expect to? She shifted to the left foot and started twisting her right high heel to and fro on the carpet. "Don't you think I was very naughty? Shouldn't I -" a little gulp "- be punished for it?" She glanced at my face, and then returned her gaze to the carpet. Now we were getting somewhere. Some weeks ago I had introduced Natsuko to the pleasures of the whip. She had enjoyed it: sixteen is a good age for a girl to develop her natural masochism. At that time she is, or should be, so overwhelmed with new sexual experiences that pain and pleasure blend easily in her sensual development. Of course in theory at least she had known about the delights of being whipped for years: they are described vividly, along with other perverted activities, in the _manga_ pornographic cartoon magazines she and her friends shared, giggling and wondering how soon they could hope to enjoy these extreme experiences themselves. In fact, now that I thought about it, at the end of that glorious session in her school gymnasium last Tuesday I had as good as promised her a whipping. We had seen a delightful new instrument in one of the sex-shops we liked to visit together, and she had been begging for it ever since. It was waiting for her now in my punishment room. I picked up my cue. "Yes, Natsuko. You have been very naughty, and deserve to be punished very severely for the way you behaved to me." In fact I owed Natsuko a lot: not just the fun of being used as a sex-toy by all those nude girls, but my first encounter with Sachi, a friend of hers even more sex-crazed than the others. I was making arrangements to meet Sachi again and planned to explore her heavenly arsehole - but there was no need to tell Natsuko that. She probably knew anyway. "Very, _very_ severely?" she was saying in an anxious, trembling voice. "Yes, very severely indeed," I said. "I have a specially painful whip for use on girls like you - and this will be your first experience of it." "Oh, thank you, darling," she whispered, looking up at me at last; "_thank_ you." She turned eagerly towards the door. She knew where to go. "Natsuko," I said harshly. "You know the rules." She looked expectantly at me. "No girl enters my punishment room with clothes on." "Oh, yes - of course," she said submissively. "I'm sorry." She pulled the top over her head, revealing her young breasts. They were still growing, I thought, but were already lovely firm handfuls for me to play with. Then her miniskirt slid down her thighs and to the floor. She stepped out of it, and smiled at me expectantly. "All right," I said. As she walked unhesitatingly to the room where I had set up my equipment, she flashed me a radiant smile over her shoulder. Watching her pretty bottom gyrate as she teetered precariously on her absurd heels, and thinking of everything I was about to do to it, I felt almost faint with love and lust. My whipping-frame is simple: just vertical bars firmly fixed from floor to ceiling with tracks in which the hanging metal cuffs for ankles and wrists can slide so that the victim can be tightly stretched in a star formation. Natsuko went straight to it and struck a sexy pose between the uprights. "Are these shoes all right?" she asked. "Fine. You'll look nice trying to balance on them." One by one I attached the metal cuffs to her wrists and ankles, clicking them shut. They were padded with soft leather so as not to hurt her - torture is one thing: unnecessary discomfort is another. I did not yet pull the chains tight in their tracks. Natsuko was still standing freely within the frame. I went to the table where I keep the instruments and brought the new whip for her to examine. It was a cat-o'-nine-tails, each lash almost two metres of thin whipcord prettily decorated with tight knots along its length. Natsuko had been lusting after it, dreaming of the exquisite agony the lashes and the knots would bestow on her, ever since she had seen it in the sex-shop. "Oh, it's lovely!" she said; then added anxiously, "You will whip me _really_ hard, won't you? Really, really hard? And all over? Breasts, bottom, tummy, thighs?" "I promise," I said. "These long lashes should kiss you all over at each stroke." She quivered deliciously. "How long will it last?" "Oh, about an hour," I said casually. "After that I'll need a break." The cat's long lashes rustled sensuously as I shook them out and let them trail on the floor. "Oh, isn't it beautiful?" she said. "I'm _longing_ for it." I put the whip down and started work on stretching her body between the bars. I pulled her arms as taut as I could, and fixed her feet as far apart as the frame allowed. That way, when I whipped her thighs, the long slender lashes would flick round them and reach up to kiss her pussy. "I have another treat for you first," I said. "Oh, you are so good to me!" From a box on the instrument table I picked up a handful of clips. They looked just like ordinary clothes-pegs, but the springs were much stronger and the grips were lined with little pieces of serrated metal. They were sold in specialist sex-shops for masochists and sadists to enjoy. Tenderly I fitted one to Natsuko's left nipple. Expecting just the simple caress of an ordinary peg, she was taken by surprise as the sharp metal teeth bit lusciously into her breast. "Oooh," she gasped. The next clamp fitted over her erect right nipple. "Does that hurt?" "Yes! Yes! Lovely!" "More?" "Oh, yes, please! _Lots_ more!" One by one I attached the pretty decorations to the rounded slopes of Natsuko's breasts. A tiny silver bell hung from each clip, and they all tinkled delightfully as Natsuko wriggled and squirmed with pleasure. Then I stood back and admired the artistic effect. She was gasping with the pain and the excitement, and liquid was collecting on the lips of her cunt. I couldn't resist running a finger gently between her tightly stretched legs, harvesting the glistening drops of nectar. "Delicious as ever Natsuko-chan," I said. "You must give me plenty of that this evening." "Oh, I will, I will! How many more of those lovely clips are there?" I looked in the box. "Seven," I said. "Only seven? We must get some more. I want to be _covered_ in them!" "We'll go to the shop together, and you can choose what you want." "Ooh, what fun! But now, please - put the rest of them on my pussy." Delicately I fitted the little metal jaws to the lips of her cunt. One by one. Three on each side. Each was greeted with a muscular spasm and a gasp of delight, accompanied by delicate tinkling from the little bells. "And now," she said, speaking with difficulty, "one more. The last one. On my clitoris." "That will _really_ hurt," I warned her. "Oh, I know - I _know_! That's why I want it!" I probed in the folds of almost hairless flesh above her cunt and held the fierce little clamp open over her sweet love-button. "Ready?" "Oh, yes, _yes_!" Slowly I let go. As the metal edges bit, she threw back her head and screamed. The effect, blending with the tinkling of the little bells, was exquisitely beautiful. "Oh, _please_ can I stay like this for ever!" she said at last. I left her in her ecstasy for a while longer, then moved behind her and took from the table something which she could not see. "I wish you could, darling. But that's just the start. You're really here for something else, aren't you?" "Yes." "And what are you really here for?" "To be punished," she said in a little voice. "Why?" "Because I have been very, very naughty." "And you _want_ to be punished?" "Yes - yes!" "Tell me how much." "Please ... please whip me _very_ hard with my new whip. Hurt me as much as you can." "Go on." "Torture me ... yes, torture me ... till I faint with happiness." This was good. Natsuko was remembering her lessons in English sexual vocabulary. "Very well. In future, you will not ask for punishment. This is no longer your punishment room. From now on it is your torture-chamber. You are tortured here, not as a punishment for being naughty, but because it pleases me to torture you. And because it pleases you to be tortured. I shall torture you whenever I feel like it. And you may beg for it whenever you wish. It pleases me to hear you ask to be tortured. Ask for it by name. Remember." "I shall remember. Please torture me. As long and as much as you wish." "Open your mouth." From behind I slipped between her lips the ball-gag I had been holding, and buckled the straps tightly behind her head. "Now I shall begin the torture," I said. "If you want it to stop, all you have to do is tell me." But she couldn't. I knew that, and she knew it too. For both of us, her helplessness added to the pleasure we were about to share. I began by tickling her lightly with the cat. She let out little whimpers of desire from behind her gag as the tips of the lashes lightly swept over her breasts and bottom. "Nice?" I asked. The ecstatic expression on her face told me all I needed to know. Then, standing behind her, I took up position and spread the cat with all my strength over her arse. The long lashes flicked right round her waist and thighs, some penetrating briefly between her legs and kissing her pussy before releasing her and falling to the floor. Natsuko trembled in her bonds and let out a strangled gasp of happiness. I stepped back and used only the ends of the lashes for my next stroke, relishing the pattern of black lines across her creamy bottom. I soon established a slow rhythm, letting the impact of each hard stroke sink in before following with the next. The only variation I allowed her was between strokes with the tips of the lashes and strokes using their whole length, so she could enjoy their embrace right round her hips and thighs. I counted up to a hundred. At the slow pace I was using I guessed I had been whipping her for about twenty minutes. Her arse and thighs were bright pink and were beautifully decorated with little dots where the tight knots in the whipcord had bitten delightfully into her flesh. At any rate, they were delightful to look at, and I could only guess how delightful they had felt. I walked round to face her. She was slumped in her bonds, her eyes were closed and she was dribbling from behind her gag. I put the handle of the whip under her chin and forced her head up. I kissed her as best I could over her gag and licked up her sweet-tasting saliva. She opened her eyes and I heard a noise from her throat which might have been "Don't stop!" I wasn't planning to stop, but it was high time the front of Natsuko received its share of the pleasure. Unfortunately this meant taking off the clips decorating her as they would otherwise become entangled in the lashes and perhaps be torn off. I started removing them. Sounds of protest emerged from Natsuko's gag. "Don't worry, love," I reassured her, "I'm going to do other things to you that will feel just as nice." From my stock of implements I found a pair of nipple-clamps, showed them to her and explained the mechanism, and then screwed them on slowly, increasing their bite as she murmured what I assumed to be satisfaction at the mounting agony. They were small metal discs which clung tightly to her nipples and would not be dislodged by even the fiercest whipping. Then I took up position facing her with the cat dangling from my hand, and began again. I started with her breasts, in case they felt neglected, letting the lashes swing right round her in a complete circle. After about twenty steady strokes, I gradually moved the angle of the whipping downwards, first pleasuring her tummy and finally sending the lashes sizzling round her hips and thighs. The blissful look on her face, and the beauty of the marks decorating her firm flesh, distracted me and I lost count. But I must have given her another hundred hard strokes at least. By now I was badly in need of relief. In the corner of the room stood a short whipping-post, a sort of pillar with a padded top, over which a girl could lean when receiving my attentions. I hadn't used it much since installing the metal frame, but it was just what I needed now. I pulled it to the middle of the floor, in front of where Natsuko was standing. I released her from the metal cuffs, leaving her gag and nipple-clamps in place, and arranged her doubled-up over the post. Her arse was beautifully displayed: I gave it a few quick cuts with a cane, and then prepared to enter it. Usually when I fuck Natsuko's pretty little arsehole I use plenty of lubrication, asking her to lick my cock well or soaking it first in her dripping cunt-juice. But the deep pink and heat of her well-whipped arse were so entrancing that I couldn't wait. I had just enough self-control to smear my cock quickly with jelly from a tube on the instrument table - normally used to ensure a tight connection when preparing a girl for electric shock torture - before seizing her thighs firmly from behind and entering her in a single slow thrust. I stayed motionless inside her for minutes while she massaged my cock with the beautiful rippling of her arse muscles which some previous lover - lucky man - had taught her. Oh, why would any man ever want to be anywhere other than deep inside Natsuko's enchanting arsehole, gripped by her firm young anal muscles? At last I came, and my shrinking erection slipped out of her sheath. When I was able to move again, I went round to her head and unbuckled the straps of her gag. Her first words were, "Oh, do that to me again! Please!" "Darling, I want to," I said, "you know how I want to. But I can't, not just yet." But there was something else I could do for her. Hunting in the drawers under the table I found a slim anal finger. Its plastic shaft was deeply ridged and at the base were two short spikes protruding at right-angles which could fit snugly along the crack of a girl's arse when the finger was fully inserted - thus avoiding the risk of the device vanishing inside her and an embarrassing session at the doctor's office. I unscrewed the finger and put in a new set of long-life batteries. It purred into life, wriggling and throbbing. Natsuko's arsehole was well coated with the lubrication and cum I had left there, and the finger slid easily into place. "Oh, lovely!" she gasped. "Oh, thank you!" Tempting though it was to whip her again - and much as I was sure she would have enjoyed it - I decided to bring the session to an end. I helped her to stand, and for a while she clung to me, kissing me and thanking me. "Oh, you are so good to me!" "It wasn't too much for you, was it?" "Oh, _no_! I want _much_ more than that ... there was something you did, before - you know - you fucked my bottom ... that was fantastic!" "I used a cane. Just a little bit." "Was that what it was? I must have that again. A _lot_. It was so wonderful. Promise?" "I promise." "Torture me again - soon - please?" she begged. "Tomorrow?" "In fact, I have something rather special in mind for tomorrow." "Aren't we going to a party as usual?" A sex-party on the Saturday night was part of our standard weekend programme. "Oh yes. But a rather special one. With some people you haven't met before. You'll see." Our arms round each other we moved slowly back to the main room of the apartment. At last she slipped out of my grasp and took herself off to the bathroom. She returned delightfully fresh, scented and ready for anything. That's what I love about Japanese girls: they are never satisfied. And looking at Natsuko, wearing only her stiletto heels and nipple-clamps, neither was I. The anal dildo was deeply buried and invisible, but I knew it was there - and so of course did she. We settled down - I on the sofa, she on the floor at my feet - to watch a pornographic video which she chose from my collection. The plastic finger was still throbbing inside her anus: most girls have to wear panties or some kind of strap to hold a dildo in place, but Natsuko's muscles were firm and beautifully trained. After a while she turned away from the screen and, without my asking, began to suck my cock. She made it last an agonisingly long time. She was _much_ better than the girl in the video. "I love cum," she said at last. That, I knew, was true. "Especially yours," she added after a moment. That wasn't true: she had never met a man whose cum she didn't love. Natsuko treated all men equally. But it was sweet of her to say it. At last she consented to be carried upstairs to bed, and I fell asleep with Natsuko beside me under the futon luxuriously wriggling her tender bottom and breasts against the rough sheet. I woke during the night to find her sitting disconsolately on the edge of the bed. "I was having such a lovely dream," she said, "and then it stopped, and I woke up, and - look - the batteries are dead." She offered her sweet arse for inspection. My fingers confirmed that the dildo still plugged into it was motionless. "I can soon fix that," I said, turning on the bedside light. "Oh, please don't take it out!" she begged as I prepared to replace the batteries from my emergency supply. I withdrew the dildo just far enough to unscrew the cap. Fitting new batteries straight into Natsuko's arsehole was fun: it was as if I were recharging a sex-doll. Which, in a way, I was. "Thank you," she murmured happily; and with one hand stroking her pussy and the other caressing breasts still tormented by the grip of the nipple-clamps, she returned to her sweet dreams. == The next morning we spent some time in my little Japanese-style bathroom. I persuaded Natsuko to surrender her toys and show me how well she remembered last week's lessons. I told her to imagine she was working at a bath-house or _sopurando_, and I was a customer being washed all over by her nude body. I lay on the floor by the tub while Natsuko poured soapy liquid on me and squirmed her cunt and breasts delightfully all over me. I had explained to Natsuko that when she started on her career in the sex industry she was likely to have to begin at the lowest level, spending some time at least as a pretty nude bath-girl, and should learn the techniques. She was a fast learner, but I am a perfectionist. She finished by taking my slippery erection between her breasts and making me come all over them. I had told her that _paizuri_, "breasturbation" or "tit-wank", was something a bath-girl had to do nicely. "You did it _very_ nicely," I told her when I had got my breath back; "but you must keep practicing. I don't think your breasts have finished growing yet." "Why can't I start work as a bath-girl _now_?" she asked. "I'm longing to do it for real - and if there's more to learn I'll pick it up much more quickly from real customers." I evaded her question because I had no real answer. It was one of her frequent complaints. She was desperately keen to start her career. It was true that she was already as good as any professional bath-girl, stripper or bar-hostess I had ever met; and watching her charming self-confidence at sex-parties I could tell how perfect she would be at exclusive "waitress" clubs where the girls were always deliciously nude and available. At parties like the one I was taking her to that evening she would also learn all the experts could teach her about masochism and discipline. She was as ready as she would ever be. But she lacked one qualification: age. Strictly speaking girls weren't supposed to be fucked at all until they were sixteen; and couldn't legally earn their living by fucking - or even as a nude model - till two years after that. Meanwhile Natsuko's youthful beauty and enthusiasm, and all the pleasure they could give to so many lovers as well as to herself, were going to waste. The law was absurd: what was the point of trying to protect girls who didn't in the least want to be protected, and longed only for the freedom to do what they loved doing best? Anyway thousands of underage girls were joyfully flaunting their sexuality in bars and brothels all over Japan. Apart from all the pleasure they gave themselves and their lovers, they were very fashionable: older girls aimed at the "Lolita look" and affected innocent little-girl voices. Of course there were ways round the law: but they weren't easy for a westerner to find. Surely some entrepreneur in the sex business would soon spot Natsuko and ease the path for her. Meanwhile the best she could do was to offer her skilled services privately to her growing circle of friends and admirers. "What would you like to do now?" I asked when we had finished washing her breasts. "Please whip me again," she said at once. "Don't you want to go shopping as usual?" "Yes. But whipping first. You promised to punish me again today. Torture me, I mean. Please." I kept a whip of sorts in the bathroom. It was just a short cat with a stubby handle and wide leather straps for lashes. It was nice to use on a girl after sharing a bath with her because when the straps became wet they slapped delightfully against her flesh. So we spent a happy half-hour with this unsophisticated instrument, Natsuko squealing and pretending to wriggle away from it while in fact offering her breasts and bottom to its wet kiss. "Please tease me like you did yesterday," she said after a while. "How?" "You know, you tickled me with the whip and made me wait for it. I enjoyed that. But tease me a long time, and then whip me _really_ hard, when I'm not expecting it. That would be lovely." So I did that, and it was lovely for me too: hearing her giggling and begging for the lash, and then screaming delightfully when she got it. Then it was time for Natsuko to practice stripping. In fact she did not need to rehearse any more: she already stripped beautifully. But she insisted on showing me how well she did it, and I was certainly not going to stop her. I settled down in a chair to one side of my living-room and waited for her to make her entrance. She appeared in a glittering silver top and a tiny black skirt held up by an elaborate chain belt. Her legs, above the transparent high-heeled platforms fixed to her feet with narrow silver straps, were bare but I guessed she was, for once, wearing a bra and panties. She pretended to be shy at first, as if not expecting to be on stage before so many admiring men, but she soon began to dance and surrendered to the throbbing beat of the music I had chosen. You have seen girls strip often enough no doubt, and so have I, but I have never seen a girl with quite Natsuko's skill. She instinctively knew how to blend a delightful modesty with coy pride in her desirable nudity. She had her top off soon, then stood before me shyly asking me to unzip her little skirt - skipping away from me with a little squeal as I tried to hold her. She detached the chain belt from the skirt and buckled it round her waist: I had told her that men love to see chains suggestively decorating a girl's nudity. Then her bra was off and she was stroking and teasing her firm young breasts, arousing her own desire. Soon she abandoned her little bikini panties too, tossing them flirtatiously into the audience. Her aim was good and they landed on my face. I held them against my nose and mouth, relishing the aroma and dampness of her sweet pussy. "They're wet!" I said to her softly. "Of course!" she replied with an enticing smile, "I'm up here ... wanting it ... oh, _so_ much! Of course that makes me wet!" She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and held them out briefly for me to lick. Every last remnant of modesty had vanished along with her little bikini panties. Now naked and masturbating charmingly, she teetered in front of me in her platforms on the edge of the imaginary stage, the chains round her waist tinkling prettily and suggestively. I could easily have stood up and seized her, carrying her off the stage and taking her any way I wanted, but I didn't. She was holding me entranced: I was sure she could do the same to any strip-club audience until she was ready to surrender to them. As I said, I have never known a stripper so naturally gifted as Natsuko. She gradually lowered herself, now squatting with her thighs wide open. "Come to me! Come to me!" she whispered. I quickly left my chair, now crouching on the carpet, my face almost touching her open pussy lips as she stroked her clitoris with her middle finger. "Ready?" she breathed. I knew what she meant, and opened my mouth wide. At once a fountain of warm yellow liquid spurted from her: I caught the flow quickly and enjoyed once again the delicious salty and lemony taste of a young Japanese girl's piss. At last the flow slackened and ended: I swallowed down the last of it, then licked the final drops from her pretty little pee-hole. She stood again, dancing for me as I lay looking up between her legs, wanting so much to join me but uncertain if she might. "You will be gentle, won't you?" she begged shyly. "I want it so much, but I don't know ..." "Don't worry, I'll look after you," I said. "Yes ... oh, please ..." And she was in my arms; and then on the floor between my legs, reaching for my erection with hands and mouth while the imaginary audience gathered round us and urged me to hurry so they could all have their turn with her. "Was that nice, sir?" she asked timidly when I had finished, my cum glistening on her chin and breasts. "You mean, the strip or the fuck? Or the piss?" "Well, whatever you liked best ..." she replied with a charming blush. "All three very nice," I said. "You will let me keep practicing, won't you? I do _so_ want to be perfect before I do it for real." "It was real enough. And just perfect." She had stopped acting the timid but aroused beginner and was my lovely insatiable Natsuko again. "Anyway," she said, "the one thing that's different from the real thing is that of course in a strip-club I'd have to fuck _everyone_." "Yes, you will won't you? Are you ready for that?" "Of _course_!" At last I pulled her to her feet and forced her back into the bathroom's tiny lobby. "Wash yourself. And dress," I ordered. "We're going out. No more sex, no more torture, no more practice stripping. You must be fresh and ready for all the things that will happen to you tonight." "But I'm _always_ -" she protested. "Yes, but think how much more you'll enjoy tonight's party if you've had to do without sex for a few hours." I was ready and dressed before she emerged from the bathroom, still naked but looking - as always - fresh and virginal. A quick look showed me the reason for her delay: she had used one of my disposable razors to shave her cunt. There was not a single hair to be seen between her legs: she looked not only virginal but too young to fuck. Until I tore my gaze away from her pussy and looked at her sweet teenage breasts. "Aren't you worried your mother will see what you've done and worry about it?" "Well, a bit. But I think I can hide it from her. I just thought if the people at tonight's party are as kinky as I _hope_ they are - they might like me with a bare pussy ..." I thought they might too. I certainly did. "Come and sit on my face," I said. "I thought we were in a hurry." "Not that much of a hurry. And I need to check you haven't missed anything with the razor." She hadn't. I lay on the sofa with my head on one of its arms; Natsuko (who knows very well the effect a nude girl in high heels has on me) stepped into her platforms and straddled my face. My tongue explored every millimetre of her sweet baby pussy: no hair, no stubble - but plenty of delicious cunt-juice. I held her by the hips and slurped happily. It was as if a tap were dripping endlessly from inside her. Then without warning she started to pee again. Only very young Japanese girls taste as good as that. When they get older their piss becomes bitter and harsh to the taste. "You didn't tell me you were going to do that," I said when I could speak again. She giggled. "No; but you never complain when I do." "Well, get dressed," I said briskly. "We're going shopping." "Where?" "Asakusa. I want to buy you some kinky clothes. And some other things." "Ooh, lovely!" She pulled on her cropped top and microskirt, and was ready. The tight top clearly showed the outline of her bare breasts and her hard, alert nipples. So long as she stood perfectly upright with her thighs together, the skirt didn't quite show her naked pussy. I didn't think she would stand like that for long: it was difficult in her beautifully tarty platforms. Anyway she loved showing off in public, bless her, and knew how much it excited me to see her do it. "What you need," I said, taking her little bare waist in one hand and fingering her sweet navel with the other, "is a stud here. So you can hang jewellery and chains and things from it." "Yes, I'd love that. And I'd love to have my nipples pierced too. But I think all that's something my mother _would_ notice." "Probably." "Perhaps it wouldn't matter so much. I think she knows more about what I do than ... And doesn't mind - so long as she doesn't _have_ to know." "What about your father?" I asked. "Oh, he's too busy to notice. I don't suppose he'd recognise me if he did," said Natsuko sadly. I have a theory that the reason for the sexual obsession older men and underage girls feel for each other in Japan is that fathers and young daughters never get to know each other. But I wouldn't want to change it. Oh no. My dream was to spend my life satisfying Japanese Lolitas' father complexes. That is the nearest thing to Heaven a man can find on this earth. == Asakusa is an area of traditional Tokyo dominated by a huge Buddhist temple dedicated to Kannon, the Buddhist deity of mercy. The avenue leading from the Thunder Gate on the main road to the plaza before the temple is lined with traditional shops. Eighteenth-century prints by Hiroshige show that it has changed very little - though in his time I doubt if there were shops selling sexy clothes for tarts and bargirls - or for girls who like to dress as if they are. Or if they were there, they weren't selling stiletto high heels and micro-dresses. Anyone who doubts if there is any long-term progress in human affairs should visit these shops. Of course Japanese girls were always sexy and proud of it; but their clothes give them much more help now than they ever used to do in flaunting their sexuality for everyone's enjoyment. The sophisticated taste of the men waiting to meet Natsuko tonight would certainly run to black. Her few party shoes were in bright, flashy colours. My fault, of course; I like my girls to look tarty. But the big shoe-shop half-way down the avenue on the left would certainly have the right thing. One of the assistants in the back room where specialist items were sold knew exactly what was wanted. She recognised me, of course: I had been to her shop with other girls before Natsuko. She looked at Natsuko with new respect when she realised the sort of event she was invited to, and quickly produced a pair of shiny black shoes with four-inch heels and long thin laces to tie in pretty bows round her ankles. They also had a low "neck" revealing the cleavage between her toes. "That's very important," she said to Natsuko as she knelt to help her try them on. "The sort of sophisticated men you will meet this evening care about toes. I've known men who are as aroused by glimpses of a girl's toes as they are by the shape of her breasts or the nape of her neck. If you're wearing shoes like these - I don't mean sandals, of course - you should always buy the ones with a low neck which shows the cleavage and holds it tight. Just like the kind of bra which shows your breasts and models them." Despite herself, Natsuko was impressed by this sex lore. "I usually wear sandals for parties," she said. "Yes, sandals are very nice and lots of men love them," the woman said. "But showing off your toes like that from the start can be a bit blatant. Like wearing a topless dress, you see." Natsuko began striding about the little room, admiring her feet in the floor-level mirrors. "I think a pair just a little bit smaller would be nice, don't you?" murmured the woman confidingly. "Nicer for them to look at, and a nicer feeling for you." When she had tied Natsuko into a smaller size, and while she was trying them out with little squeals of pleasure, the woman spoke privately to me. "How old is your friend?" "Sixteen," I said firmly. "That's nice, for you and for her. But she's very young to be invited to the sort of party I think you're going to tonight," she said. "Is she ready for that sort of experience?" For a moment I thought she was disapproving of a _gaijin_ like me debauching a young girl like Natsuko; but then I realised her tone was positive, even admiring. "Oh yes," I said. "She'll be fine. She's already almost more than I can manage on my own." She smiled in a maternal way. "What does she want to do when she leaves school?" "She's desperate to go into the sex industry. You know: bars, clubs, soaplands, fuck videos. She feels ready to start now, and keeps begging me to arrange it for her." "That's not easy when she's only sixteen." "No." "But there are ways round that ... I may be able to help. I know people ... they're always asking me to look out for new talent. And, you see, lots of pretty young girls come here to buy shoes, and I can tell from the way they wear them if they're ready. To interest my friends, I mean." "That's very kind of you. She'd be so grateful ... but I don't want her to get into trouble. Or you," I added hastily. "There'd be no trouble. Of course if she were always on public display, in the sort of places you mentioned, she'd run out of luck one day. A rival would report her to the police, or there'd be a random check ... but the sort of people I know are very discreet. They'd try her out, test her, then supply her to rich people who want pretty, talented young girls to look after important guests with ... you know, rather special tastes." "That sounds very interesting. I know Natsuko would love that. She's talented all right, and she has rather special tastes herself." "Good. When you think she's ready, let me know and I'll make enquiries. I'm here most evenings." "Of course. I'll be in touch. But I won't tell her about it yet. She still has a few things to learn. Not many ... I've taught her how to strip, how to serve drinks nicely topless or completely nude, what a bath-girl does, that sort of thing. But tonight's party will be rather a test." Natsuko came up, bubbling with enthusiasm about her new shoes. I persuaded her to change back into her platforms and keep the new pair fresh for the party. I paid, and the helpful motherly woman bowed us out of the shop. "What do we do next?" asked Natsuko, hanging onto my arm and skipping along beside me in a way that must have shown off at least half her pretty naked bottom with each skip. "Somewhere down here there used to be ... yes, along here and I think, yes ... to the right." It was a very small shop in a dingy alley off the main arcade. But it was still there, and it still sold some highly specialised products. "Welcome!" called out the elderly lady who had run the establishment since long before I first visited it. "What can I offer you? I have some very nice items, just arrived from China. All guaranteed to please your young lady." "Now, listen, Natsuko," I said to her firmly. "If I know you, you'll want to buy the whole shop. I'll get them to give you a card, so you can come back here with your schoolfriends and spend your pocket-money whenever you like. But today you are getting just one thing, and I'll decide what it is." Natsuko was beginning to understand what sort of equipment was displayed in the cases, or offered at reduced prices in the dump bins, and was too excited to reply. I turned to the proprietor. "Good morning," I said. "The young lady would like a pair of nipple-clamps. Old-fashioned ones: the sort of flat metal discs that screw to the breast and don't come off. Something very special - if you understand what I mean ..." Natsuko had torn herself away from displays of arse-plugs, strap-ons and body jewellery, and was nodding excitedly to show that those were _exactly_ the sort of nipple-clamps she wanted. The old lady smiled kindly and began to hunt in drawers behind the counter. She seemed to understand that by "very special" I meant something that would satisfy Natsuko's depraved taste for pain as a means of sexual stimulation. "We don't usually put them on display, because the fashion now is more for the pincer type. You know, the clothes-peg model or the butterfly.[8] But I think the flat disc type is much more elegant, and much more secure of course. Now, let me see ... how about these?" She produced a pair of small engraved discs and placed them on a velvet pad such as jewellers use to show off the beauty of their products. She turned one over and showed Natsuko how her nipple would fit neatly into a hole at the back, while turning the outer face of the clamp would tighten the mechanism inexorably ... . "And of course the more you tighten it, the greater the effect," she said conspiratorially, enjoying Natsuko's breathless excitement. "Do try them on if you like." "Oh, may I?" said Natsuko; and without waiting for an answer pulled up her cropped top and fixed the clamps to her hard, erect nipples. As she fumbled with the mechanism, the old lady reached over and gradually increased the pressure. "There! How does that feel?" "Ohhh! Lovely ... lovely! But - haven't you anything even stronger?" The old lady gave her another kindly smile. "I can see you really have a taste for this kind of pleasure." "Oh, yes - I have! He -" Natsuko looked shyly at me from under her lashes "- he taught me." "Did he now?" the old lady said, bringing me into the discussion. "You must be very happy together. Now ... I do have something rather special. I must admit it's a bit expensive, and I was keeping it to sell to someone who would really appreciate it. I like to think that the spirit of a craftsman of the old days is reaching out to a young girl of today, and she is keeping his artistry and skill alive by enjoying the pleasure he created for her. But I expect you'll think I'm just a sentimental old woman who should be in her grave ..." She hunted in a drawer and produced another pair. They were obviously old and were beautifully engraved, with a fire-breathing dragon curled round the outer surface of each. "They're Chinese," said the old lady. "From the old days - not the mass-produced stuff we get nowadays. Oh, I agree the modern designs look very pretty on a girl, and are efficient enough in enhancing her pleasure. But these are special. They are part of a set designed on the orders of an Emperor for the training of new slaves and concubines. When they were first brought before him they were too inexperienced to enjoy the more refined sexual pleasures. I expect it took you a little while, didn't it dear?" Natsuko nodded, longing to hear more. "Well, a new girl would be taken to the dungeons, stripped naked and chained, and made to wear these. Of course she was tortured in other clever ways too. The Emperor would sit behind a secret screen and watch, and listen to her screams." Natsuko was speechless with desire. The old lady removed the earlier clamps for her and fitted her nipples carefully into the new pair. She gradually increased the pressure as she went on talking. Natsuko was whimpering with joy and holding herself upright by gripping the front of the counter. "It is said that experts could make the pain mount to a pinnacle over three days and nights of non-stop torture, and when that had been attained the girl would stop begging for mercy and start begging for more. When the head torturer sensed that was about to happen, he would run to the Emperor, prostrate himself, and say, 'Sire, the sun will shortly rise.' Then the Emperor would go quickly to the dungeon and sit again behind his little screen, and watch the girl as she experienced her apotheosis. Then he would step out from his hiding-place, show himself to the girl, and honour her by personally bringing her to orgasm, whipping her perhaps with a beautiful set of lashes with exquisite jewelled points. Then she would always know what she owed him: the key to her own private paradise." "And then?" said Natsuko, gasping with exquisite pain-pleasure as the old woman screwed the clamps to their highest setting. "Then she would have three more days and nights of torture, this time designed to enhance her sensuality and introduce her fully to the new world of pleasure she had discovered within herself. She would find out which clever instruments of torture gave her the most pleasure, and would be encouraged to beg for them. After that, she would have a day and night of rest, with no sexual activity allowed; and then she would be beautifully decorated and admitted to the Emperor's private quarters. There she would beg to be tortured again. Sometimes the Emperor would once more do her the honour of torturing her himself, or if he was tired he would summon the experts to do it for him while he watched and was pleasured by other lesser concubines. But from then on she was always required when in his presence to wear her discs at the highest setting." "And I suppose," I put in, "if she was naughty and needed to be punished, the punishment was to have her clamps removed." "How well you understand. Your girls must be very happy." She turned back to Natsuko. "Do they hurt, dear?" "Yes ... oh _yes_! ... So much ..." "I'll buy them," I said. "But take them off her for now." "I must find you a case for them," said the old lady. "Something so beautiful needs to be looked after well. Do you want to go on wearing them?" "Yes!" said Natsuko. "No," I said. "I promise you can wear them this evening. But till then I want you just to think about them and build up an appetite." The old lady, obeying a man rather than a girl as was natural, gently unscrewed the clamps and stowed them away in a little velvet-covered case. I handed over a credit card. The price would knock a big hole in the month's budget. But it was worth it just to see Natsuko's delight in her new toys - not to mention the pleasure it would give me and the other men at tonight's party to see her writhing happily in delicious agony. And then there would be all those hours together playing charming games of Emperor and slave, as I slowly gave way to her entreaties and gradually increased the pretty clamps' bite. Natsuko sadly pulled her top down over her now unadorned breasts. I signed the credit card slip and slid the little parcel into my jacket pocket. "Your young lady has a real gift for masochism," said the old lady quietly. "Has she ever thought of turning professional?" "She thinks of nothing else." "That's good. It would be such a waste not to encourage her talent. I have connections ... gentlemen looking for girls who will submit to anything they are asked at very private events ... they pay well, and of course you as her protector ..." "You know, you're the second person who's suggested that to me this morning. But she's only sixteen." "Oh, that's not a problem. Some of the girls I recommend to my clients are quite young. The important thing is that they should have discovered a love for pain, as your girl has, and be willing to submit to really expert torturers before an appreciative audience. Contact me on this number. And meanwhile look after her well. She is a valuable property." "Thank you. And perhaps you can tell me: is there a dress-shop near here? A shop that sells, you know, special party dresses?" "You mean, corsets? Bondage outfits?" "That sort of thing." "Just three doors up on the right. Please tell them I sent you." "What are we going to buy next?" asked Natsuko, skipping happily beside me as we walked the few metres down the narrow street. She stopped suddenly, lifted one foot onto the metal rail along the path and pretended to adjust her ankle-strap. She smiled up at me, making sure I was enjoying the pretty sight as her tiny skirt rode almost up to her waist. Then she stood up again and made some pretence of pulling it down to cover her bottom. For the moment she seemed to be reconciled to separation from her new breast-clamps; but I suspected she was just waiting for the right moment to raise the matter again. "More things for tonight," I said. "In particular," I added as we entered the dress-shop, "I want to see you in a corset." "A corset, sir?" said the young man in the shop, after greeting us politely, "for this young lady? I think we have just the thing, if you will kindly come this way." He did indeed. I asked for shiny black, as Natsuko's colour for the evening ahead, and he at once produced a selection and laid them out on the counter. Natsuko and I had no trouble agreeing on a style which extended from just below her breasts - giving them a tiny bit of uplift without concealing them - to just above the swell of her arse. Natsuko held the garment against herself in the mirror and asked if she might try it on. "Of course," said the assistant. "I wonder ... would the young lady care to remove her blouse? That way she can get a better idea of how it looks ... and - and feels ..." Natsuko at once pulled off her cropped top, politely described as a blouse, and the young man laced the corset round her bare waist, zig-zagging the strong black laces tightly along the metal hooks at the back. She examined the result critically in the mirror, looking over her shoulder to check that the edges had been pulled closely shut. "Very nice," she said firmly, "but not tight enough. I'd like to try a size smaller." "That would be _very_ tight," said the young man cautiously, "but let's try it if that is what you would like." This time her waist was noticeably smaller and her naked breasts jutted proudly forward; but she was still not satisfied. "The edges at the back don't quite meet," she whispered. "Pull them tighter." "Let me," I said as the young man hesitated. I pulled the laces till they cracked and managed to bring the edges together. Natsuko could hardly breathe but was satisfied with the result. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" said the young man as he packed the corset neatly into a discreet carrier-bag, doing his best to keep his eyes off Natsuko's breasts - she having flirtatiously "forgotten" to put on her top. "May I see that dress over there?" she asked, pointing to a dummy standing in one of the rear corners of the shop. It was a short, slinky minidress in plasticated material, sleeveless and with nothing remarkable about it except for the two holes cut to reveal the breasts fully. Natsuko at once wanted to try it on, asking the young man if he had it in her size and in silver. "Oh yes, I'm sure," he said. "We have quite a stock in different sizes and colours. It's a popular model with our, er, professional young ladies." The thought of wearing a dress designed for the sort of girl she longed to be herself clearly appealed to Natsuko. She turned her back on the young man with a show of modesty, and removed her own little skirt before stepping naked into the dress he handed her. I zipped it up for her. It was a perfect skin-tight fit over her nudity; and whatever the style may have done for the charms of "professional young ladies" it most certainly did a lot for hers. She looked as if someone had spray-painted her body from the neck to just below her bottom with shining silver lacquer, omitting only her firm young breasts. I could hardly keep my hands off them as they peeped out invitingly at me through the holes in her dress. The young man suggested a matching belt, which Natsuko buckled as tightly as she could round her slim waist. It made her, if possible, even more desirable. Obviously she had to have it. Silently I handed over my credit card again. I had given up wondering how I was supposed to eat and drink this month. "And," said Natsuko firmly, "I shall wear it home." "Oh, Natsuko-chan, you know you can't." "I know nothing of the kind!" she said, squaring up to me. The young man discreetly withdrew from this argument, but stayed within hearing. "Listen, and be sensible for once. You may never _get_ home, and nor will I, if the police see you exposing yourself like that in public and if they arrest me for debauching a schoolgirl ..." "Oh, don't be silly!" She giggled. "_You_ didn't debauch me. I was _thoroughly_ debauched, as you put it, before we ever met!" She moved closer to me and wriggled her silver-lacquered body delightfully. "Don't you remember where we met - and what I was wearing?" "Vividly," I said. "I shall never forget." She came closer still, and put her arms round my neck. "Remind me. There were so many parties ..." "I thought you were nude. Apart from your high heels and the broad chain belt snugly round your waist. But then I realised you were wearing the sweetest little transparent g-string panties ..." "_They_ didn't stay on me long, did they?" "No ... no they didn't ... But ..." "And didn't you enjoy the things we did together?" "Yes ... of course ... But," I said, pulling away from her, "that doesn't alter the fact that you are _not_ walking through Tokyo on a busy Saturday half naked. That is a party dress ..." "Don't you _want_ to see me walking half naked through Tokyo? Isn't that one of your secret fantasies? Don't you _want_ to see me being admired?" "Of course I do. But not arrested and sent to some correction facility for sex-crazed girls." "Don't you _like_ me being sex-crazed?" "Yes ... no ..." My head was spinning at this display of feminine logic. And of course secretly I _did_ want to see her in public dressed like that: the nuder the better. She knew that very well. "Hang on, I've had an idea." I slipped the little packet out of my pocket. "Earlier you wanted to wear _these_ all the way home," I said, opening the velvet-covered box. "Now I'll do a deal with you. You may wear that wonderful dress, _and_ your sexy new shoes, all the way home so long as you screw these little clamps to your breasts. That way no one can say you're technically indecent, and I'll have let you do exactly what you want ... as usual." Natsuko's eyes were shining with sexual excitement. "Oh, _yes_! ... Yes, _please_!" So she changed to the pretty bondage shoes she was to wear that evening and I lightly fixed the clamps to her nipples, leaving it to her to adjust their grip to the level she liked. The young man packed her other belongings neatly into a carrier bag, and Natsuko gave him a dazzling smile and a flirtatious wiggle before leaving the shop. He gave me his card, and hoped we would be back. I wondered if he, too, had connections with the local sex industry. Probably - mainly, I guessed, with the soaplands and the establishments where young girls were on their knees before a different customer every fifteen minutes. Natsuko would like that. She had a fascination with the sleazier kinds of commercial sex which contrasted charmingly with her air of youthful innocence. We had plenty of time before we needed to get ready for the evening, so after a ramble round Asakusa and a cheap meal at a lunch-counter we headed for the shops of Shinjuku. I could tell from Natsuko's innocent face that she was constantly on the edge of orgasm, and was holding herself back from it as a man does when he is enjoying a nude show and wants the pleasure to last. She was, of course, attracting a lot of attention. Men looked at her with frank admiration, or even lust: one was so overwhelmed by her that he walked backwards into a telegraph post. The most interesting and - to me - unexpected thing was the excitement she caused among young girls. It being a Saturday, wherever we went there were groups of Office Ladies out shopping, flashing their pretty legs under their sweet miniskirts, and of schoolgirls in their uniforms dreaming of being old enough to do the same. Repeatedly they stopped Natsuko, admired her and shyly asked where she had bought such a lovely dress. Each time I showed them the shop's card, and they carefully noted down the details. Clearly Natsuko was starting a trend! If I had any head for business I would have gone back to the shop and insisted on a commission. But there are times in life when one has the opportunity to do something for the good of mankind without thought of profit. If you were around in Japan in the early 1990s and remember the _bodikon_ or "body-conscious" style favoured by sexy young girls, ultra short and ultra low-cut dresses which looked as if they had been painted onto their bodies, then I believe the fashion began that Saturday afternoon when Natsuko and I brought it out of the sex-shops of Asakusa and into the mainstream. So please be duly grateful. Unfortunately the idea of displaying the breasts fully naked, with just nipple-clamps or pasties to preserve (in public at least) the minimum of decency, didn't catch on. But the _bodikon_ era was still a great time to be in Tokyo - if like me you were a man obsessed with young Japanese girls. We returned to my apartment with plenty of time still to spare before getting ready for the party. Natsuko took off her dress and danced round the room in just her high heels and nipple-clamps, singing, "Who wants to fuck me? Who wants to fuck me?" "About half of Tokyo, I should think," I said. She giggled delightfully and came to rest with her back to me, rubbing her bottom lightly against my erection. "Mm'mm! And aren't you lucky you're the one who's going to do it?" "Not now, Natsuko," I said firmly. "I have a heavy evening's fucking ahead of me and I need all my strength." She continued seducing me with her bottom. "_I_ shall still have plenty of appetite - however many times you fuck me now." "I know. It's not fair," I said. "Girls can go on for ever - men can't." "Men are so useless." "That's one of the first things you said to me, the evening we met." "Yes. The wicked man took off the poor innocent little girl's panties, and forced her to take him in her mouth while he did the most _disgusting_ things to her, and then when she was thoroughly debauched - what a nice word you taught me today - and desperate for a proper fuck, said he couldn't do it." It wasn't quite the way I remembered our first meeting, but it was a nice story. "Well," she said, turning round in my arms and rubbing my cock with her cunt, "if you want to hang on to your precious cum, I'll have to do to you what I did last Tuesday." "You and who else?" I said incautiously. The moment I'd said it I realised it was a mistake. "You said you wanted to visit us and take the test again - and promised you'd last more than an hour this time, didn't you?" Her hands were undoing the front of my trousers and preparing to push them and my underpants down to the floor. "I'll try. I was thinking of maybe next Tuesday ..." "Good. We'll be waiting for you." Her left hand was now lightly stroking my cock, while the fingers of her right were tickling the crack of my arse. "And you'll need a _lot_ of practice, 'cos we're going to give you a _really_ difficult time. You won't last an hour, let alone longer." "What makes you think that?" The middle finger of her right hand was slowly entering my arse-hole. "We girls had a meeting to discuss you. We decided we made it much too easy for you last Tuesday. I told them all the things I know about you and your tastes." The finger was now deep inside me and was tickling my prostate. "And we have a secret weapon." With her left hand she fitted my cock neatly between her legs and began to rock slowly to and fro, stroking its upper surface with her pussy. "You liked little Sachi, didn't you? The one with the pretty bottom?" "Er, yes," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral. "And you've been asking her for a date, haven't you, some evening when I have to be at home, so you can explore her pretty bottom all over again?" Somehow I couldn't find the correct answer to that. "Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed," said Natsuko, withdrawing her finger from my arse and now using her right hand to prickle my balls lightly with the tips of her fingernails. "I know all about that. We girls have no secrets from each other. And I know she'll give you a lovely time. But she's promised not to agree to a date till after we've got our revenge next Tuesday." "If you do," I said bravely. "Of course we will! I told you, Sachi's bottom is our secret weapon. We decided the way to deal with you is to chain you to the floor rather than to the wall like last week." "Hey!" I said. "That's just to start with. Then Sachi will slide your cock ever so slowly into her tight hole, and won't let you go. You remember what she can do with those arse muscles of hers?" I remembered all right. "While she's doing that, the rest of us will take turns sitting on your face." This was beginning to sound rather good. "I've told everyone how you love it when a girl suddenly pisses in your mouth without warning." "Hey!" I said again. "That's not fair!" "When I discovered how much you enjoyed that, I wrote it down in my little notebook. The one you told me to keep. So I would remember what each lover liked best." "But that's supposed to be secret!" "I told you: we girls don't have secrets from each other. Now, do you really think you can withstand that treatment for more than an hour?" I didn't, of course. But I suddenly had an idea. "Tell me, are you the only girl in your group who knows about whipping?" "You mean, being tortured and how lovely it is?" "That's right." "I think so. Of course I told them all about it, how you made me come and come, when you whipped me the first time. You remember?" I remembered all right. "Some of them are frightened," she went on. "But most are very keen to try it. I don't think they have yet, though." "I like whipping girls best when they are frightened _and_ very keen to try it," I said. "That's because you're a sadistic beast," said Natsuko, snuggling against me again. "I _love_ men like that. Why don't we ..." "Well, you'll be meeting plenty of sadistic beasts this evening," I said quickly. "Now, my idea. Suppose I win on Tuesday. Or some other Tuesday: it sounds as if it might be rather fun to lose a few times, so you can think of new ways of testing me. But _when_ I win ..." I could see Natsuko was about to interrupt, but I overrode her. "_When_ I win, how about you bringing a few girls with you the weekend after so I can give them their first whipping?" "Your revenge?" "No, no ... it would be a sort of reward to them for being so clever and teasing me so prettily for so long." "Well, it's a nice idea," she said thoughtfully. "Can I be there too? And be whipped, I mean?" "Of course. It would be no fun without you." "Wouldn't it be a lot of work for you?" "Yes, I suppose so," I said with a resigned shrug. "But I don't mind hard work in a good cause. And of course we could all go on to the usual Saturday night party. I'd let my friends know I was bringing a whole group of sex-crazy schoolgirls so there'd be plenty of men there to fuck them." "Couldn't we all go to tonight's sort of party?" "One day, perhaps," I said carefully. The people I was taking her to meet tonight had sophisticated tastes and would be bored by inexperienced schoolgirls. I sometimes think it is possible to be too sophisticated. "Once your friends have got beyond just having their breasts and arses tickled with a whip and have graduated to real torture." "Like I have?" "Like you have. But - look, that's given me another idea. Why don't I buy a few pairs of nipple-clamps from the shop we went to this morning? Not the special ones you have, of course: the cheap modern ones. They're almost as good. And then you and I can give them to the members of your Club when they have reached a certain standard." "A sort of medal, you mean?" said Natsuko thoughtfully. "That's right. Which they must wear always as a secret sign." "Oooh, lovely! A secret society of debauched girls devoted to perverted sex!" "And I - you and I, I mean - can draw up a series of tests ... more and more difficult and painful ... which they have to pass if they want a medal!" "You're making me hot and juicy," declared Natsuko. "Tie me up and whip me." "Oh, no. You're reserved for some _very_ special things this evening. And it's high time we got you ready." "Ooh, yes! Shall I keep my new shoes on?" "Yes, but those clamps must come off." "Oh, _no_!" "Yes. From now on, you do _exactly_ what you are told." She stood obediently before me. From the discreet carrier-bag of the Asakusa dress-shop I produced her shiny black corset and held it lightly against her. "Oh, yes, please!" she breathed. "Make it tight - tight - as tight as you possibly can! Make me beautiful for them!" Soon she was panting with pleasure as I bound her tightly into the cruel corset. Her breasts, their hard nipples straining towards me and showing how aroused she was, were almost irresistible. It was then that she begged me to make the bondage even tighter. I was afraid the cords of the corset would break - or that _she_ would - before she was satisfied. But at last she had to accept that there was nothing more I could do, or that she could take. "I look so pretty," she said, in a little breathy voice, taking little gulps of air every few words. "It's like being ... remade, new ... a virgin again ... longing to be taken ... for the first time ..." == The party was to be held in a large house belonging to a wealthy foreign businessman. It had taken me several days of negotiation to get invited: my detailed description of Natsuko's talents and enthusiasms had finally won the argument. I did not want to make her more nervous than she already was, so I had not told her how much depended on her. I was sure she would not let me down. I drove up a short gravelled drive and stopped outside an imposing front door. A young man dressed in black checked my name against a list, then looked across me at Natsuko. "You are bringing tonight's victim, is that right?" he asked. "Yes. Her name is Natsuko." "She knows what she is in for, does she?" "Oh, _yes_!" said Natsuko, before I could reply. The young man walked round to her side and opened the door for her. Natsuko climbed carefully out of the car. Instructed by the young man, she left her coat on her seat, then held out her hands while he clicked handcuffs onto her wrists. There was a long chain attached to them, and he led her into the house by it, telling me curtly to park at the back of the house. It looked as if my involvement in the party was limited to providing the "victim", as the young man had put it. When I returned to the front door I was worried that I would not be allowed in - but no one objected as I made my way to the main room. There were a dozen or fifteen men there, nearly all naked and splendidly erect. Natsuko was already the centre of attention, her wrists handcuffed. She had an ecstatic smile on her face as she looked at the erections pointing at her. I wondered if she realised how much she would have to endure before being allowed to enjoy them. More interesting from my point of view were the six beautiful naked girls kneeling on the floor. Each wore broad cuffs of polished steel on her wrists and ankles, and a matching collar fitting snugly round her neck. They were kneeling because their wrist cuffs were padlocked to the corresponding ankle cuffs; and their upper bodies were forced into exquisite arcs by short chains running from the backs of their collars to their ankles. The man nearest me was straddling one of the girls as her tongue and lips sucked his balls. A clever idea, I thought: girls arranged as helpless fucking machines for the use of guests as they liked. I went over to an unoccupied girl: she opened her mouth obediently as I examined her more closely. Her nipples were pierced by steel rings, and there was a matching stud fitted to her navel. I knelt beside her and felt her pussy, making her moan with desire. As I had thought, her cunt lips were similarly fitted each side with a little row of steel rings, and there was another metal decoration piercing her flesh at the uppermost point of her pussy, just above her clitoris. It was a little hook and a tiny steel bar with a curved end hung from it - at present motionless like herself in her kneeling, bent back posture. I flicked it with a finger: it rose, and then its point fell heavily onto her clit. She moaned again. I had read about such devices: at every movement the girl made, at every step she took, the little hammer would tap against her love-button, keeping her in a permanent state of near-orgasm. Assuming, of course, that she was naked under her skirt, as I was sure she always was. I wondered whether Natsuko had yet noticed this exquisite set of steel jewellery, and how long it would be before she started begging to be similarly equipped and pierced. I turned away, and looked to see what had happened to the star of the evening. Her hands had been freed from the simple handcuffs in which she had entered the room, and men were fitting her with steel cuffs and a collar matching those worn by the beautiful submissive girls. When they had finished, the host said: "Why are you here, Natsuko?" "Please, to be tortured," she replied in a little breathy voice. Good, I thought. A simple request for punishment would hardly stimulate the appetites of these sophisticates. Exquisite torture of willing victims was more in their line. "Have you been trained in masochism?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, looking towards me. "My Master ..." He turned to me. "I have trained her to the best of my ability," I said without waiting to be asked. "She has a great natural talent. But she has much more to learn. That is why I have brought her here tonight." "Good. She knows, of course, that we make no exceptions - that she must endure everything that the victims before her have endured?" He gestured vaguely at the kneeling girls on the floor. "Yes," I said. "Oh, yes. _Please_!" said Natsuko. The host ignored her. "She has not yet been pierced. In her breasts, her cunt ..." It was a statement, not a question. "Girls who join our group must be pierced with steel decorations in the way we have prescribed." "I know," I said, even though I had not till a few moments ago. "She is keen to undergo it. But there are difficulties. She is still at school ... her teachers ... her parents ..." "Well," he said, "let us begin." Natsuko's steel wrist-cuffs were locked together and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The chain was raised till she was standing on tiptoe. Another beautiful slave-girl, her nudity decorated like the others' but not forced into the kneeling position, brought a tray of whips and canes. Those men who wanted to participate in Natsuko's torture chose their implements; others elected only to watch and beckoned to kneeling slaves to crawl forward and give them extra stimulation with their ready, open mouths. I will say Natsuko did well for a beginner. The men took it in turns to apply their sophisticated instruments to her bottom, thighs and breasts, and she responded by twisting and turning attractively under the lashes, squealing and begging them to stop, begging for more, till she herself hardly knew the difference. But that was just the beginning. One end of a steel pole was attached to her collar, and the other, the pole passing between her breasts and along the cruel beautiful corset, to her ankle-cuffs - now locked together. The pole was shorter than Natsuko and forced her to lean forward. Other chains descended from the ceiling and were attached to her ankles and collar, while another tightly embraced her corseted waist. Together they lifted her into space, pulling her body into a whole variety of abstract shapes as the whips and canes continued to torment and delight her. Then it was time for some electric shock torture. I could see now why the steel body jewellery was so important to this group's rituals: wires would normally be attached to the rings fixed to the chosen victim's breasts and cunt. But they managed without, fixing the clips firmly to Natsuko's nipples, cunt-lips and clitoris. For this she was returned to her earlier standing position, but new steel poles were fixed to her, stretching her arms and legs apart. Her pretty black shoes were removed and her feet were instead fixed to curved steel platforms shaped like shoes with the highest heels I had ever seen her wear. Each toe had its own special socket at the front of the platform, and the ingenious shoes were bound to her feet by narrow steel straps. The Master controlled the electrical current from a keypad passed to him by one of the nude slaves. "Are you ready, Natsuko?" he enquired. "Yes, Master," came a breathy, nervous little voice I hardly recognised, "your slave is ready." "This will be quite a new experience for you, I think," he said. "Yes - your slave is longing for it." He began to press buttons on the keypad, and as the current flowed tingling through her sensitive flesh Natsuko began to writhe and scream. I could now understand the point of the steel shoes: each little toe was being given its own individual level of torment. The chains began to lift her again, and soon Natsuko was hanging high up near the ceiling, stretched into a star shape. The Master turned to his lieutenants. "I think we can leave her up there for a while, don't you? I'll set the keypad to 'random' so she won't know what to expect." "Aren't we going to fuck her?" asked one of the men. "Oh, yes. I thought we might use the wheel tonight." "Good." "But not quite yet. Meanwhile let's leave her to scream for half-an-hour or so. Her screams are unsophisticated but have a certain naive charm, don't you think?" Without waiting for an answer he adjusted the settings on his keypad, then walked over to an unoccupied slave and set her to work sucking his erect cock. As a newcomer I had to wait till one was free to attend to me. By the time the half-hour had ended, Natsuko's screams had settled into a steady moaning, rising and falling with the electricity surging through her. The Master decreed a pause before the next part of the evening. Natsuko was lowered to the floor and freed from the equipment fixed to her body. The slave-girls too were released from their bonds and stood up cautiously, flexing their cramped muscles. They gathered round Natsuko, congratulating her on her performance so far, and taking her off to the bathroom to be cleaned and prettified. As always after a profound sexual experience, Natsuko returned from the bathroom looking fresh and innocent. She was still wearing her corset and now wore her black high-heeled shoes - and of course the steel ankle- and wrist-cuffs fitted earlier in the evening. The Master addressed the bevy of nude slave-girls. "You know what's coming next?" They giggled and wriggled. They knew. "Who'd like to be her partner?" "Oh, me!" "Please me!" "I haven't done it for weeks!" they begged eagerly. The Master turned to me. "Well, she's your girl. You choose her partner." The girls gathered round me imploringly. I suddenly had an idea. "Which is the youngest?" "Asako, you're the youngest, aren't you?" the Master said; and then without waiting for an answer turned to me, "You like them young, do you?" "Oh yes," I said firmly. "And it's especially nice to hear them scream." "Yes, introducing a young girl to pain is very satisfying. Asako, you'd better get into a corset and heels like hers." Asako and some of the girls vanished into another room. She soon reappeared tightly bound into a shiny black corset and teetering on high stiletto heels. The combination with the steel rings piercing her breasts and cunt was delightfully pretty. I could see Natsuko thought so too. "Right, you two," instructed the Master, when he had finished testing Asako's corset for tightness: "on hands and knees, bottom to bottom." Both girls' wrist-cuffs were locked together, but instead of locking their ankles the slave-girls quickly bound their lower legs together with rope, so that Natsuko's right was firmly tied to Asako's left and vice versa. As they knelt back-to-back unable to move apart, their bottoms rested sweetly against each other. "Now the electrics," said the Master. A little microphone attached to a small black box was placed in front of each girl's face. Each was wired to the girls' breasts and cunts, Asako's wires clipped direct to Natsuko's bare nipples and clitoris, Natsuko's to the rings piercing Asako's. I began to understand. This was going to be fun! Next a thick double-ended dildo in shining metal was inserted first into Asako's cunt and then into Natsuko's, and their legs tied even more firmly together so that the girls could not pull apart from each other more than a centimetre or two. The Master pressed a button and the girls began to squirm as the metal bar vibrated and wriggled inside them delivering its random electrical tingling. "You get the idea?" said the Master to me. "They can't escape from it - and the nice thing is, they're not masturbating solo, each girl is stimulating the other. The more one girl wriggles, the more the other end of the instrument excites her partner and makes her wriggle too. Don't they look pretty?" They certainly did. But I was sure this expert sadist had more in mind for his slaves than just making them look pretty and squeal happily in their lust. I was right: the Master pressed another button. "Sound on!" he remarked briefly. Now Natsuko's squeals into the microphone in front of her started to deliver electric current to Asako's breasts and cunt, and Asako's screams in response delivered ever-increasing torment to Natsuko's nipples and clit in return. As the Master had said, the lovely thing about this equipment was that each girl was stimulating the other, and the more she made her partner scream the more intense the electric shocks she received in return. The two girls were coming endlessly now, wriggling their bottoms against each other as much as their ropes would allow and interspersing their screams with love and thanks to each other. "Charming, isn't it?" said the Master. "Well, let's leave them to it for a while. When they're both nicely warmed up we can do some really enjoyable things to them." There was a bar at one end of the room, serviced by a pretty slave-girl, wearing only the glittering steel cuffs and piercings of the standard uniform for slaves in this house. She smiled charmingly and asked me what I would like to drink. My throat was dry from the excitement of watching Natsuko enjoying herself and I asked for a beer. "Sapporo Black Label, if you have it," I added. "Of course, sir!" She looked submissively towards the Master. He nodded briefly and she prepared a malt whisky and water, obviously his regular drink. At a gesture from the Master I joined him in a pair of comfortable leather armchairs. Another slave-girl stepped from behind the bar. I thought at first she was carrying a tray, but then I noticed her wrist-cuffs were locked behind her back. One edge of the tray was fixed to a steel belt fitted snugly round her slim waist. The other was held steady by two chains clipped to the rings in her nipples. The girl behind the bar placed our drinks on the tray, and she knelt carefully between us in an upright position, her tray forming a convenient table for us. She was completely motionless and there was not a ripple in either glass - even when the Master casually stroked and patted her bottom. I nodded approvingly and smiled at the girl. She remained as immobile as a statue. "She's been specially trained," said the Master. "She knows she is not allowed to move a muscle. And if she spills even a drop of the drinks she will be punished very severely. Try if you like." His hand had moved round to the girl's crotch and was casually flicking the little metal hammer poised over her clitoris. Watching her carefully I thought I could just detect her breath coming a little faster as the clever decoration tapped repeatedly against her love-button - nothing more. I decided not to take advantage of her, enjoyable though it might have been for both of us. Instead I turned to my host. "Very charming," I said. "The perfect waitress. Are all your slaves trained to serve like this?" "No - it requires a special temperament. I don't force my slaves to attempt things for which they are not fitted. I am a sadist, but not randomly cruel. My aim is to torture girls in ways that give them the greatest sexual pleasure. That way we both enjoy it." He paused and looked sharply at me. I nodded to show I understood. "Not every girl is capable of restraining her outward sexual excitement as perfectly as she is. If we could look inside this slave's head I expect we would see the most torrential orgasm kept under iron control so that it is not betrayed by the slightest movement. It forces the orgasm inwards so that it is purely mental." With the hand that had been flicking the little steel hammer against her clitoris he began to stroke her arse, one finger briefly entering her anus. She remained entirely motionless. "She is probably having a kind of out-of-body experience and hardly knows where she is. She is very gifted. The first time I whipped her - just generally, you see, trying to establish what she enjoyed most - I was struck by how she made no response. It annoyed me at first: I thought she was challenging me, holding out on me. So I whipped her even harder." "Of course." "Then I understood that she was internalising the pleasure, the way I described. So then the challenge was to design new tortures for her that would raise her out-of-body experiences to the highest pitch. We men should be so lucky!" I thought for a moment that my regular hour - more than an hour - of sexual torment by Natsuko and her little friends verged on an out-of-body experience. I must try to feel it that way next time. The idea restored my attention to what was happening to Natsuko now. "That's a clever piece of equipment you are using on my girl," I said thoughtfully. "Just right for beginners. You know, young girls who are just discovering sex and haven't got much further than playing with their schoolfriends. Tickling each other's breasts and bottoms after gym." Of course Natsuko had got much further than that, but I wanted him and his friends to discover her talents for themselves. "That's an idea," he said. "It would be nice to watch, as a sort of interlude. I must ask the girls if they have any young friends they could bring along." He took a mouthful of his drink, then put it down again on the slave's motionless tray. "But you don't think we'd be training them up to be lesbians?" "All young Japanese girls are a bit lesbian," I said. "It's part of their charm. Fortunately it's balanced by an equally strong father fixation." Another beautiful slave-girl came over to us and bowed respectfully. Her steel jewellery tinkled and glittered in the light. "Excuse me, Masters," she said, "we think you should know that the newcomer has fainted." "Thanks," he said. "We'll come over and take a look in a moment." When we had finished our drinks and returned to the scene of action, Natsuko was lying collapsed on the carpet as far as her bonds would allow. Her bottom was wriggling spasmodically against Asako's but she was no longer screaming. "Often happens," said the Master. "She'll be floating now, in some kind of heaven of her own. But I'll bring her down gradually." Slowly the pulsing of the double dildo ceased, and the girls were released. I sat on the floor beside Natsuko and rested her head on my lap. At last she opened her eyes. "Ohhh!" she said. And then "Ohhh!" again, a great sigh of contentment. "That was _marvellous_!" She raised her head and looked around. She held out her arms to Asako, who quickly joined her. For a moment I had both girls squirming together on my lap. It was a good moment. "Oh, Asako!" she said. "Oh, I love you!" "I love you too, Natsuko," said Asako. The two girls scrambled up and, their arms round each other's tightly corseted waists, started off towards the wash-room. Then they stopped and kissed passionately. "What was that you were saying about lesbianism?" said the Master, with a grin. "It makes it even more fun to fuck them," I said, "knowing they may be secretly dreaming of a girl-friend." I looked after the two girls till they had disappeared, teetering delightfully together on their heels. "Now didn't you say something about a wheel? Something tells me Natsuko will enjoy that, whatever it is." The promised equipment was ready for her when she and her new friend returned. It was in fact a double circular steel frame: two wheels, with cross-bars between them, standing about a metre and a half high and turning freely within a stand. Natsuko was fascinated by it, obviously longing to discover what it would do to her. "Now, Natsuko," said the Master, "you have done well so far, and this is your final reward. And ours, of course." "Thank you," she said softly. "We shall leave you in your corset. It looks pretty on you, and you obviously enjoy wearing it. And of course your steel cuffs and collar." The slaves neatly tied her hair so that it would not be caught in the machinery. Then they made her stand with the curve of the wheel behind her, and fixed her to it leaning backwards in a taut semicircle. "Is there anything else you would like before we start?" asked the Master. "If it's all right," said Natsuko in a sweet little voice from the top of the wheel, her face towards the ceiling, "may I wear my nipple-clamps?" "She has a special pair she loves," I explained quickly, and went to where I had left my clothes. I handed the clamps to the Master. "Did you give her these?" he asked, examining them. "They are a generous gift for so young a girl. Antiques, I think. Does she deserve them?" "Yes," I said firmly. "And they give her something to live up to in future." "Very well. Perhaps you'd better fit them on her." The big wheel to which Natsuko was fixed could be turned on its bearings to any desired position. I turned it a little towards me so that I could conveniently reach her breasts. They were flattened somewhat against her chest from the backward-leaning curve in which she was bound. She quivered and moaned slightly as I attached the clamps to her erect nipples. "Oh, thank you, thank you!" she murmured as I twisted them tight. "Nice?" I asked. "Wonderful!" she replied. "What are they going to do to me?" "Well, I think this wheel can be turned to any position." I turned it slowly through 360 degrees, Natsuko's body of course travelling with it. "So you see," I continued as she returned to her original position, "your mouth and cunt can be arranged conveniently for fucking from any angle." "Ooh, what _fun_!" And so it was, for all of us. From Natsuko's point of view the best was when she was laid out on the top of the wheel so that one man could take her cunt, another could take her mouth, and two others could stand either side and whip her breasts, stomach and thighs. After we had all taken her as many times as we could manage, we tried another game. She was released from the wheel, turned on her front and bound to it again. It was then turned fast, and as she span quickly round on it, letting out little cries of excitement, we whipped her, aiming as best we could at her bottom. When it was all over, the Master spoke to me. "Your girl is a success. She has talent, and loves the work. She may come again as a slave whenever she likes. But there is a condition. I told you what we require." "Yes, but ..." "I understand your difficulties. But you, and she, will have to find some way of overcoming them. We make no exceptions about the - er - uniform, shall I say? that our slaves are required to wear." He smiled. "I think _she_ will find a way. She is desperate to be used by us again. It is her vocation. Or a part of it, at least. It would be a shame to prevent her." == Before we fell asleep that night Natsuko had something important to say. "I want," she said, "to have my breasts and navel and pussy pierced and fitted with rings and things the way those girls had." "Oh, darling," I said desperately, "I want you to have that too. But you know it's impossible." "Why is it impossible? If I want to go to parties at that house again as a slave - and I _do_, I do! - I _must_ have it done. You heard what the Master said." "Natsuko, for Heaven's sake be realistic. I'll buy you the steel cuffs and collar any time you like." "And the chain?" "And the chain." "Didn't those slave-girls look _beautiful_ kneeling like that for the men to use? With that lovely chain attaching their necks to their ankles? It must have felt wonderful to be forced into that lovely position. Didn't you think they were beautiful?" "Yes, very," I said shortly. "And incredibly arousing." "There you are then. Don't you want me to look incredibly arousing?" "Of course I do. And I've said I'll buy you the cuffs and things. They're not permanent. You can wear them when you're with me and keep them here. You'll look lovely wearing them. And chained like that. But you can't have the body piercing and the rings. Not yet." "But I must! Asako told me she'd just recently been accepted as a slave at those parties, like me, and of course she has to have the decorations. She said having them fitted was a thrilling experience, and wearing them feels absolutely lovely ... Oh, isn't Asako _beautiful_? She's promised to be my friend. Her school is quite near mine and she gave me her number. We're going to meet next week. _Ohhh_!" she said, looking angelic, "I so want us to make love together again." She giggled naughtily. "Wouldn't you like to watch?" "Very much," I said. "Isn't she older than you?" "No, she's sixteen too. And, d'you know, she wants to be a nude model and a sex actress just like I do. She's already done some modelling and has had lots of offers to appear in clubs and videos. Oh, isn't she _wonderful_? She's promised to help me get started." "Photographers and directors won't want you with permanent body piercings, now, will they?" I said. As I started saying it it seemed a good argument. I immediately realised it wasn't. "They want Asako like that!" said Natsuko triumphantly. "And so they'll want me! And I must have them! Asako showed me hers when we were in the bathroom together, and told me all about them. Especially the lovely little steel hammer thing that taps against your clit every time you move. She said it was wonderful. There was no way she could escape from it, and it drove her mad with desire. Don't you want _me_ to be mad with desire? Always?" She reached out and began to stroke my erection. Soon I knew she would start to slide her finger up my arse, and I would lose all control. "Yes, of course I do." "Every time I move, every step I take, the little hammer bringing me to the brink of orgasm ..." "So long as you're not wearing panties to hold it still." "Well, obviously, I wouldn't be, would I? So can I have it done?" "But how are you going to hide all this metal from your mother? Or from your school?" "There must be a way. There _must_ be. Asako has them. After all, body piercing and jewellery is quite fashionable now." "Well," I said, compromising as usual, "you find a way of stopping your mother and your school interfering, and I'll pay for you to have it done." "Including the little hammer tap-tap-tapping against my clit?" "Certainly including that." "Ohhh ... don't you think I'll look beautiful decorated like those slaves were?" "Yes I do," I said, doing my best to keep my voice steady. "And I can go to parties wearing nothing else ..." "Of course." "And be chained up as a slave ready to do _anything_ the men want ..." "Yes." "And then we come back here ... and you will take me to your torture-chamber and whip me till I faint with pleasure, like I did with Asako this evening?" "Yes, certainly." "And when we go out I can walk down the street wearing all my new decorations under just a teeny, teeny microskirt ... topless ... no panties ..." "Now, hang on a minute." "Well, you just said I could never wear panties again once I had my cunt decoration fitted." "That wasn't _quite_ what I said." "Anyway, if you won't let me be topless in public I can wear my lovely new nipple-clamps like I did today." "Yes, but ..." "Won't you be proud of me looking so beautiful and desirable? Where everyone can see me and want me and envy you for having me?" "Well, yes, of course, but ..." "And me mad with desire, all the time, like I said?" As usual I had lost the argument. FOOTNOTES [8] If you haven't yet tried out butterfly clamps on your girls, may I recommend them? They look like straightforward metal pincers but are designed so that the more you pull on the little chains - or she does when she's discovered what they do - the tighter the jaws bite. One way of getting the best out of them is to attach the chains to her collar, so that the more she writhes in agony the more pain the jaws deliver. Delightful! [Next in Part 10: Chapter X: Sachi: A Birthday Party] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams