We Always Do It For Real 24 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 24 CHAPTER XVII Plans for the Future The next day Mr Otani returned to California, but before he left he sent me a perfect present to remember him by. When the little silver disks slid out of the box I was at first unsure what they were. Then I saw that the holes on one side of each were designed to hold my erect nipples comfortably. The clamps inside were divided into four quadrants, which between them pinched my breasts deliciously when adjusted by a knurled screw at the front. Anyone who saw me wear the little discs would think only that I had found some unusual and charming body jewellery, designed to let me expose my breasts without being completely topless. Only I would know that, behind the pretty decorations, the little steel pincers were at work exquisitely torturing my sensitive flesh. Once again, Mr Otani had read my mind and my most private fantasies. These delightful toys could be worn whenever I liked, secretly delivering the sweetest of love-bites to my eager breasts. I soon became addicted to their agonising grip, longing for the moment when I could again screw them tightly to my breasts. Using the clamps became an essential part of masturbation, the pain satisfying me profoundly when blended with the pleasure from fingering and stroking my cunt - even though I had not yet dared twist the controls to the highest setting. Occasionally after my orgasm I dozed off with the clamps still tightly fixed to me, and as I had hoped was rewarded with sexual dreams of extraordinary vividness and originality - some I developed into masturbatory fantasies and replayed often. I soon found though that my nipples became numb after a long period of constriction: then I had to remove the clamps for a while, relishing the tingling of returning sensation, before I was ready for yet more exquisite agony. Soon I was instructed to call on Mr Nagao in his office. Thinking - hoping - that he might want to fuck me, I dressed prettily, in a blue and silver dress with a dainty, flounced miniskirt and nothing underneath apart from the nipple-clamps which I thought he might like to discover as he undressed me - I looked forward to telling him how their sweet bite had become my pleasure and companion. He was sitting in his inner office watching a video, and motioned me to join him on the sofa. The screen showed a sadistic torture scene, a beautiful girl moaning and flinching in her cruel bonds as she was brutally whipped. As I watched, I found it extraordinarily arousing, and it took me a while to realise that the girl was myself: the scene now causing my skin to tingle and my cunt to drip nectar down my thighs was the one in which my sufferings had been so real. Mr Nagao switched off the set and turned towards me. "You did that beautifully, Megumi-san," he said in his soft voice. "I showed this take to Mr Otani when he was last here, and we had a long discussion about your future. We decided this scene should be withheld from release for the time being. I want to discuss with you an idea Mr Otani and I had." "Yes, sir," I said. "Thank you for your interest in me." "You are still committed under contract to make a number of 30-minute shorts. But once they are completed, and if the public continue to like you, I have it in mind to give you the lead in a rather special full-length feature." He smiled gently and looked deep into my eyes. I could say nothing. "You came to us offering flagellation as your specialism. I have the ambition to produce a feature which will display a young girl's delight in pain at its most beautiful and arousing, while sticking to my company's rigid rule of complete realism and honesty. With you as the star I think I may be able to achieve that ambition." My throat was dry, my heart pounded, and I could make no reply. He did not seem to mind. "Obviously the scene we have just been watching would be one climax in the film. But I think there should be others. Can you guess what I am thinking of?" I shook my head, my eyes still held by his. "Do you remember saying to me, when I suggested the idea to you, the first time you came here, that you would enjoy having your nipples pierced and fitted with pretty rings? I would like to pursue that idea. It would make an exceptionally arousing scene in my film." I was horrified. I had agreed to the suggestion only in the height of sexual passion. My tongue still would not obey me however, and my treacherous cunt was dripping with excitement at the prospect of such a thrilling experience. Mr Nagao continued, unconcerned. "There would be splendid opportunities for publicity. Before the shooting you would be interviewed saying that you knew the experience would be dreadfully painful but that your many fans here and in America had been begging you to give them the excitement of seeing you undergo it, and that you felt you owed it to them to agree. You could say that you hoped your admirers' support and enthusiasm would give you the strength to endure the agonising operation. After the shooting but before release you could be interviewed again describing the pain and the thrill it had given you, and allowing the interviewer's cameraman one coy peek at the charming result." I found my voice at last, or enough of it to interrupt. I wanted to say I could not agree. I wanted to say the pain would be more than I could possibly bear. Instead I heard myself ask: "How would the operation be done, sir?" "I see you already imagine the possibilities. You are a true professional, Megumi-san," said Mr Nagao. "Obviously the scene would have to follow one in which you were sexually stimulated, so that you were receptive to the pain as a source of pleasure and satisfaction. First your nipples would be teased into the strongest erection you had ever experienced. Then each nipple in turn would be grasped by specially designed pincers with a hole cut on each side. The actor doing the piercing would then drill very, very slowly through the holes in the metal and thus through your nipple." I felt as if I were suspended between fear and desire: horror at the thought of the pain competing with lust to experience it. "To begin with, the hole would be filled with a length of thick surgical cotton, soaked in antiseptic, so that it could be kept open while the edges healed cleanly. The next scene in the film, however, would show you and your lover choosing the rings with which to adorn your breasts. Gold, of course, but they could be decorated with precious stones - the choice would be yours. Then we would film the rings being fitted: they would have to be cut, of course, then threaded through your nipples and welded together by an experienced jeweller. The result, I promise you, would be overwhelmingly exciting." He paused for a moment, then smiled reassuringly. "For you, of course; but for your audience too," he concluded. Fear and desire had blended together at last, as they did when I was being prepared for whipping. I knew now how much I wanted the experience he was offering me. The vision of my excited audience watching me undergo it decided me. At last I was able to ask: "Would it not be very, very painful, sir?" "Yes, Megumi, it would be dreadfully painful. We could of course use anaesthetic, but I would not want that and nor would you, I believe. Think how beautiful the pain would be, how skilfully you would share the experience with your audience, and how lovely you would look displaying your pretty breasts, their nipples permanently erected and so exquisitely decorated." "Would men really like me like that, sir?" "Men will adore you like that, Megumi. And think how provocative you would look in future when you are prepared for a whipping scene. Imagine yourself suspended by your ropes as usual, but also by chains clipped into the rings in your breasts. And at private parties - have we sent you yet to special private parties where the girls are whipped and tortured by the guests?" I shook my head in silence. "Have we not? Well, we must put that right soon. You are more than ready for it, I think. And so does Mr Otani. Just think how tempting your pierced breasts will be - and how well adapted the gold rings will be to the attentions of specialised equipment." I looked at him in surprise. He knew at once what I wanted to ask. "Have you not experienced the pleasures of electric shock torture? You will enjoy that - and so will your admirers. Oh, Megumi, you will be one of the most desired women in the world." I lowered my eyes shyly. That my adored Mr Otani thought I was fit to attend such events and be whipped and tortured in these thrilling ways before an audience, rather than just for his own enjoyment, was a startling and exciting thought. I wanted to be sure, but it seemed immodest to ask. At last I said, "Does Mr Otani really want me to go to parties like that? And will _he_ like me with my breasts pierced?" I felt myself blushing uncontrollably. "Mr Otani is very enthusiastic about the idea," Mr Nagao replied. "He believes - we both believe - that your sexuality is developing so that you are now ready to attend events such as I have described. It would give great pleasure to the company's contacts - and to you of course," he added with a smile; "and you will learn further skills which will look beautiful in our future productions. As regards the film showing the piercing operation, he is convinced it will be a best-seller in the United States as well as here, and that the extra beauty and sexiness the decorations will give you will make you one of the hottest properties in the business. In fact," he continued after a pause, "I am a bit worried that he plans to take you away from me once the operation has made you famous and launch you on a career in America. Still, that is a problem for the future." "Even so, sir, I'm not sure I have the courage to bear it." I hardly noticed - but I am sure Mr Nagao did - my treacherous fingers stealing to my breasts and, through the thin cloth of my dress, screwing the nipple-clamps several notches higher to an extreme of torment I had never previously attempted. The suddenly increased stimulation, working on my fevered imagination, almost brought me to orgasm. "You must prepare for it. You must work even harder at training yourself to experience pain as the ultimate pleasure - and your sweet young breasts to yearn for it. We do not want our dear little Megumi to have to endure such torture until she feels ready for it and begs of her own free will to undergo it." "Thank you, sir. You have always been very kind to me." "Meanwhile, let us continue with the short videos you have to make. We will try to produce them in a sequence which will build up your reputation, and lead to the climax we are both planning. Think of it as a wonderful consummation that you can look forward to more and more each day." There was a long pause while I thought it over - felt it over would be more accurate, as my state of sexual arousal was now so intense that rational thought was impossible. "May I ask a question, sir?" "Yes, of course." "I have heard that it is possible for a girl to have her ... to have rings placed in other places too. I think perhaps - if you allow it - I would like that." "You would enjoy having the lips of your cunt pierced and decorated too? And perhaps your clitoris?" I looked at him silently, blushing furiously. Mr Nagao gave me a kindly smile. "Do you want to discuss it any further now, or shall we leave it at that for the moment?" he asked. He looked closely at me and realised that I was now panting with desire, unable to prevent my hands from shamelessly, openly stroking my breasts and cunt in a desperate search for release from the tension. "Oh, my dear, it was thoughtless of me to arouse you like that. May I help you?" Speechlessly I nodded. "Stand up and let me see you take off your dress. Do it as slowly as you can bear to, and when at last you show me your sweet body, imagine that it is already exquisitely decorated in the way we have been discussing. Try to think of the effect it will have on a lover seeing you like that for the first time." When at last I was naked I cupped my hands under my breasts, their little silver clamps biting hard into my nipples, displaying them to him shamelessly, revealing the true depth of my addiction beyond any future denial, begging him silently to enjoy their beauty, one day to be enhanced still further. "Oh, Megumi," he said, "I think you were being a little naughty when you suggested you were not yet ready to embrace the pain I am planning for you, when you have already learnt to torment your pretty breasts so sweetly." "Yes, sir. Please forgive me." For answer, he reached forward and slowly twisted the clamps, first one then the other, to their highest setting - something I had never dared attempt before. I gasped, and as the lovely torture reached its height of perfect agony, almost bringing me to the point of orgasm, I wondered what I had been afraid of. "Is that nice?" he asked with a smile. "Oh, sir, it is heavenly. Is that -" I added with a confused blush "- I mean - is there any way of making them hurt me even more?" "No, Megumi. There has to be some limit, even for you. Even the drill piercing sharply through your delicious young breasts will not hurt you more." I thought about that. It seemed a pity. "I may keep the clamps on while you fuck me, mayn't I?" I asked anxiously. "Of course, my dear, if it would please you," Mr Nagao replied. "I am not jealous of toys like that! They look very pretty on you, and you look charming when you are so sexually aroused by pain. We must think of some other delightful ways of increasing your pleasure." I was so excited I could only look at him gratefully. Suddenly he changed the subject. "Megumi, when you perform a striptease like you did just now, do you know who is being teased?" "Of course!" I said. "I am. It gives me such a wonderful thrill to offer myself naked to my audience, and I tease myself by putting it off till I can't stand it any longer." "Very good! How long have you understood that so well?" "Ever since I was very young," I replied. "I would lie in bed at night teasing myself, imagining myself being watched, trying to put off the moment. Of course, that was a fantasy. Here I can do it for real." "Megumi, it is a delight to work with you. Together we will do wonderful things." "Thank you, sir." I hesitated a moment. "When will you send me to some of the whipping parties you described, sir? I think I should like that." "Soon, Megumi. All in good time." "Will you take me now please, sir? I want it so badly." [Next in Part 25: Chapter XVIII: An Invitation to Dinner] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams