We Always Do It For Real.12 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 12 CHAPTER IX An Application for Employment The sex-shop where we had rented videos and bought kinky costumes stayed open late. Shimizu-san, the friendly retired bar-girl who managed it, saw us come in, walking hand-in-hand but silently, almost embarrassed. This was so different from our usual excited chatter that she respected our wish to be left in peace for the moment. There was, we knew, a section of her little shop devoted to whips and related equipment. We had giggled over the items in the past, never seriously thinking they would have anything to do with our sex life together. Now we looked more carefully, mouths dry with excitement, not sure where to start. I picked up one of the whips at random, trying to imagine how it would feel whistling down onto my submissive nakedness. Shimizu-san came quietly up behind us. She spoke softly, knowing that we were embarrassed as well as excited at the prospect of the new experience ahead of us. "That is a very good choice," she said to me with a slight smile, "but -" turning to Ken "- I think your young lady might especially enjoy this one." She picked out a long whip in plaited leather which was lying coiled in the showcase and encouraged us both to handle it, showing us how smooth the polished leather was, how flexible and yet firm, and letting us enjoy the slight creak of the tightly plaited thongs and the exciting leather smell as she bent the lash to and fro. It was quite similar to the one the villain had used on Miss Takahashi at the very start of the dungeon scene we had just been watching, and I loved it at once, eager to feel its burning kiss on my helpless nude body as she had done. Our friend was still speaking solemnly, softly, a thoughtful guide to a new world of experience. "Do you have the costume items to go with it?" she asked me. "No," I said, barely able to speak. "Is there anything you would especially like?" she asked, politely including Ken in the discussion. "Anything your young lady looks particularly attractive in?" Ken was tongue-tied. So for a while was I: then a vision of Miss Takahashi again came to my rescue. "I ..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "I think I would like to see a corset. A really, really tight one," I continued with growing confidence. "And high-heeled shoes or boots. I mean, I have those, of course, but something a bit special ..." "Fetish shoes, I think you mean," said Shimizu-san with an understanding smile. "Not really meant for walking in." "Is that what they are called?" "If you will go into the changing-room and undress, I will bring you a selection of items to try." As I knew from my previous visits, the changing-room was tiny but I disappeared behind the curtain and managed to undress without banging against the walls. She joined me: there was hardly room for both of us, and we had to leave the curtain open. She handed me a shiny black corset. "I think this might suit you," she said, her eyes gleaming conspiratorially. I took the corset and pressed it against my bare skin. It felt exciting. "Let me help you," she said. I turned my back to her and she swiftly fastened the laces. The sudden pressure almost took my breath away: I had never before worn anything so constricting, so painful, so thrilling. I looked at myself in the long mirror, then stepped into the shoes I had removed when I undressed, then looked again. "I see," I said thoughtfully after a long pause. "Shoes do make a difference, don't they?" she said. "I can see you understand that. But I think I can find you something even better. What is your size?" I told her, and she left me alone for a while, nervous but thrilled in front of the mirror. Then she returned with a box in her hands. She opened it, and showed me a pair of what I supposed must be fetish shoes, as she had called them: in shiny black, the spike heels impossibly high, the front wide to accommodate the stance of a girl forced by the heels to balance on the very tips of her toes. They were tiny: I am proud of having elegant little feet, but was sure I could never get them into anything so small. "I don't think I could manage those," I said sadly, looking at them longingly, anxious not to upset the friend who was opening the door to all these wonderful new delights. "Try," she said. So I did, experiencing for the first time the masochistic thrill of being helplessly locked into cruelly tight shoes which stretched my little feet almost vertically, and loving the straps and chains with which Shimizu-san bound them to my slim ankles. "They do suit you, my dear," she said. "And I chose a size smaller than your normal shoes, that's why they're so tight. Nice?" "Yes," I breathed, shifting slightly from foot to foot and learning to enjoy the wonderful feeling of constriction. "Oh, _yes_!" "Such pretty, sexy little feet," said Shimizu-san dreamily. "And see how sweet your little waist is in this corset," she added, as I shyly admired my new beauty in the mirror, making me gasp as she pulled the laces even tighter. "High heels, little shoes, tight corset: that's what a girl _really_ needs ... if she wants to please her lover ... _and_ herself." I was too shy to tell her how much I agreed - how much I was loving this painful constriction and longing to discover how much more of it I could endure. I was just summoning up the courage to ask if I could try even smaller - and if possible even higher - shoes, when she concluded confidentially, "And a lovely whip to make her happiness complete. This is your first time with the whip, isn't it?" "Yes - I mean, it's only - you know, something I was - just thinking about -" I could feel myself blushing in confusion and embarrassment. "Oh, I promise you, I can see at once that you are ready for it. Tell me, how do you feel? When you see yourself dressed like this, perched helplessly on tiptoe, do you long to feel the tickle of the whip? Just the very lightest, tenderest touch of that black lash on your delicate skin? Does the very idea make you tingle with excitement?" I looked up at her helplessly. "Yes; oh _yes_!" I whispered shyly. "You and your lover have been good customers here, and I want you to find the things that are right for you. Take the clothes and the whip home for a few days and try them out. If they don't work for you, bring them back, no problem. If they please you, you can pay me then and I'll be able to advise you on other things you will enjoy." "Thank you," I said softly, my eyes now again on my image in the mirror. To my surprise she put her arms round me and gave me a little hug. "It's nice to think of you learning to enjoy these things. You're so lucky to have it all to look forward to! I can still remember the first time I was whipped." "Was it so nice?" I asked timidly. "Oh, yes!" she said. "When I learned to get it right. At first it hurt terribly. I knew it had to be good, because other girls had told me so - in whispers, when no men were listening. They said once you had learnt to feel pain as pleasure, there was nothing like it. One day during a whipping session it suddenly came right for me, as it has for you." "I _hope_ it has," I said anxiously. "I haven't tried yet." "Don't worry, it will!" She continued with her reminiscence. "But I was shy then! I didn't know how to ask for it, or what to ask for. But that didn't last long. Soon I knew exactly what I liked best, and I was begging my lovers for it every night. Just as you will." She let go of me. "Now, come outside and show your young man how beautiful you are, and then I want to talk to you both." Ken gasped in amazement when he saw me step blushing out of the cubicle, naked in the open shop apart from my amazing shoes and corset lovingly constricting my feet and moulding my waist. A couple of men idly pawing through the racks of pornographic magazines looked up in astonishment. I knew they wanted me and their desire added to my excitement. Ken's hands tightened involuntarily on the long, coiled whip which he was still holding. Shimizu-san noticed, and smiled. "Seeing her like that makes you want to start whipping her at once, doesn't it?" she said. "And she's ready, I can promise you that. Now, listen carefully you two, because this is important. If you want to enjoy this kind of sex properly, you must take it seriously. You can't do it casually: it has to be a ritual. It's no use you saying, 'Oh, darling, I think I'd like to be whipped a bit now, do you mind?' It doesn't work like that. You have to accuse your girl of some crime for which she will be punished, and she has to plead desperately with you to forgive her and spare her the whip. Or she has to accuse herself and beg to be punished while at first you refuse. Do you understand?" We nodded, wide-eyed with excited expectation. "Then," she continued, "putting on the bondage corset, tightening the laces, adding boots, gloves, chains, straps - whatever else you use - that has to be done slowly and carefully. She should be told to go and fetch the items herself. Then before you start she must be made to kiss the whip, and either beg for it or beg to be spared it depending on the story you are acting. Believe me, I've done all these things and I know." We promised to do what she said. "Now go off and enjoy yourselves. Come back in a few days and tell me how you got on." She saw me shifting shyly from foot to foot. "Are those shoes hurting you too much, dear? Shall I help you change?" "Oh, _no_!" I replied. "That is - I mean, _yes_, they're so tight and they feel wonderful, and I couldn't possibly think of taking them off, until ..." I felt myself blush furiously as I looked towards the whip which Ken was still twisting in his hands. Before we left the shop I asked Shimizu-san to make sure the corset too was bound as fiercely tight as it possibly could be, squeezing me with delicious agony, and her strong expert fingers soon had me imprisoned as I would never have believed possible. She then helped me into my own dress to cover the new clothes for the short walk home beside Ken. I didn't want to say good-bye for a single moment to these thrilling new sensations. The constriction of the corset and my own excitement made me light-headed: it was the first time I had experienced the aphrodisiac effect of slight breathlessness. The wonderful new shoes permitted me to take only tiny tiptoe steps with my elegantly small feet, and I could see at once from Ken's arousal how sexy my movements were. I dreamt of being on stage, provoking a whole room full of men. As I teetered along on my lovely new heels, clinging to Ken as he walked slowly beside me, I said excitedly, "The moment we get home I want you to tear off my dress, tie my hands to something above my head - anything will do - and start whipping me as hard as you can. And turn on the video camera: I must know what it looks like." "But Shimizu-san said we had to go through all those rituals first." "Never mind that tonight, I'm so aroused I shan't need it." "How long do you want me to beat you?" asked Ken, pretty aroused himself. "Just go on until the tape runs out," I said. Over the next few days we tried out the new equipment a lot. Shimizu-san was right: the rituals of dressing-up were important, and we bought further items of bondage gear. The secret, as I now know, is that when a girl deliberately dresses the part her desire for the whip becomes intense and the orgasms it gives her are overwhelming. At every sex session I made Ken help me into my studded leather harness and corset while I pleaded with him to tie me up and whip me well. He enjoyed doing it, and the whipping brought me to such heights of lust that I was able to reward him nicely. Of course we videoed our sessions with the whip, but none was quite as thrilling to watch as that first one - I hanging by my wrists from a hook on the back of the door to Ken's apartment, screaming and begging as the whip fell again and again on my arse and thighs, twisting round of my own wish to receive the fierce lash on my breasts and pussy as well. The first few strokes had been more agonising than anything I could ever have imagined possible, and I wondered if I had the strength to go through with it, but the memory of Miss Takahashi inspired me: and suddenly the miracle happened as it had done when my teacher had beaten me years ago. The pain dissolved into the most intense pleasure, I felt as if my whole body was exploding into desire with every touch of the lash, and I was blessed with orgasm after orgasm. I wanted it never to stop. I loved that video, playing it again and again to relive the glory of the first experience. And I decided to include an extract in my demonstration tape: I could not imagine ever doing it better or with more intensity. So at last the tape and all the other materials required by Marucho were complete, and I sent them off with a letter saying how much I was longing to hear from them. Three weeks passed and then disaster struck. I had a reply from Mr Niijima saying that, much as they had appreciated my interest and the materials I had submitted, they could not consider my application as I was under eighteen and therefore not legally allowed to work for them. "But this is ridiculous!" said Ken, when I tearfully showed him the letter. "You're not asking to work for them now, you're asking for an appointment for a screen-test when you _are_ eighteen!" So when I felt better I decided there was nothing for it but to approach Mr Niijima direct. I persuaded the company to let me speak to him personally on the phone. I begged and pleaded. I got him to concede that they had evaluated my materials favourably. I told him repeatedly that I did not wish to break the law, merely to make an advance appointment for a test. At last he gave way. "So when shall we see you?" he asked. "On 17 November," I said firmly, "that is my eighteenth birthday." I heard a hissing intake of breath down the phone. "You are so keen to join us?" Mr Niijima said, sounding more disapproving than otherwise. "Yes," I said, "please forgive my presumption but I am so keen." "Very well then, Miss Kato, we shall expect you here on the morning of 17 November. Of 1992," he added, pedantically. "Detailed instructions will follow nearer the time." [Next in Part 13: Chapter X: Megumi Celebrates] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams