WORK IN PROGRESS 01 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS BY BOB WILLIAMS ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU AND RUMI PART 01 CHAPTER I The Special Case In Japan, one girl leads to another. I set one girl on the course to becoming a fully sensual, sexual being with special needs and talents; she tells her friends about it, and before long another pretty little creature, shyly obsessed with sex, is at my door, blushing furiously as she stammers her friend's name and the magic word _shokai_ (introduction). She doesn't quite know how to tell me what she wants - probably doesn't even know what it is - but _I_ know. "Will you do ... _that_ ... to me again?" asked Noriko. "You know ... the things you did last time?" I hadn't known Noriko long. Two weeks ago the girl I was planning to take to a sex-party had telephoned to say she had a cold. I wasn't sure I believed her; but she did me a good turn by sending round a friend to go with me instead. Noriko appeared at my apartment in good time, wearing a very sweet party dress. It had a high neck and short puffy sleeves, but I liked the way the wide frilly skirt showed off her pretty legs. It suggested that she liked to make the most of herself; but I wondered if her friend had explained exactly what sort of party I was taking her to. She claimed to be seventeen, and perhaps she was nearly that. She was very innocent and inexperienced - which in a Japanese girl means that her mind is obsessed with sex and her body aflame with intense but still unspecific desire, both of them fuelled by pornographic _manga_ cartoon magazines and by the less explicit, but highly suggestive, articles in teenage girls' magazines. As we talked I asked her discreetly about her practical experience, and she admitted, blushing and giggling, that it had progressed no further than elaborate private masturbation and occasional nude group petting sessions - usually with girlfriends. One of them was the friend she was replacing. I was right in my guess that she did not know she was being taken to a sex-party. She had never even heard that such parties happened. I do not know if her friend was playing a joke on her by not telling her or trying to expand her education - both at once, probably. I have rarely seen anything more beautiful than the expression on Noriko's face as she watched the other girls begin to show off their teasing nudity, and at last realised that she was expected to do that too and understood what would be done to her in return. Her innocent eagerness to learn and do well, and not disgrace herself and let me down, meant she was much in demand at that party; and as we left our host begged me to bring her again to his regular Friday night events. I was beginning to enjoy her ripening sexuality very much myself, so I took her as my date to the same house again the following Friday, and again a week later - which had been yesterday night. As often happens, there had been more girls than men at last night's party, but Noriko had again been a success, being fucked four times and then having the honour of being chosen by the host for his demonstration performance in front of us all. So as to give her more scope I had foregone my right to fuck my own date; and was in any case enjoying myself checking out the new talent. There was one sweet new girl there, as inexperienced and keen as Noriko had been only two weeks ago, and it gave me a lot of pleasure to instruct her in the finer points of cock-sucking. So we were late leaving the party, and when we returned to my apartment Noriko insisted on demonstrating that she needed no such instruction. I was fairly drained and took a long time to come, which gave her plenty of opportunity to show me what she had learnt. It was obvious that she had been studying hard, and not only at the parties she had been to with me. When at last I had filled her mouth as she bent over me, she swirled the cum appreciatively round her mouth, then let it dribble, mixed with her own saliva, back onto my cock. It poured down the sides till she caught it on the fingers with which she was still holding me. She took me into her mouth again, sucking me and licking up the mixture. She smiled at me naughtily and did it again. And again: five times. Her clever tongue and lips and fingers made me feel as if I had come afresh every time. At last she swallowed my cum and rolled onto her back, licking her lips. When she had thanked me charmingly for giving her such a nice treat, and I had told her how good she was and made her promise to teach that pretty trick to her girlfriends, we showered together and then fell into bed where we enjoyed the long, refreshing sleep of the truly well fucked. So naturally we woke late the following morning and took our time over getting the day off to a good start. After all, if you wake up to find yourself inextricably entangled with a rosy, naked, sexually insatiable almost-seventeen-year-old you don't make for the bathroom in a hurry. Now we were enjoying a late breakfast on my little balcony, I wearing a _yukata_ cotton bathrobe and Noriko still delightfully nude in the slanting spring sunshine, talking happily and pretending not to notice the effect she was having on me - or on anyone who might be watching. Japanese girls are extraordinarily adaptable: a few weeks ago Noriko would have been crippled with embarrassment at any suggestion that she should show off in public with such charming coquetry, but three fairly routine sex-parties later she was finding it entirely natural. I was thinking about the day ahead, and more particularly the evening. I had standing invitations to bring my girls to several regular Saturday night sex-parties: any of them would be fun, especially for Noriko, but I felt a desire for something more stimulating. Perhaps I should take her to a strip-club - one that liked to declare "amateur night" when pretty girls were spotted in the audience. I wouldn't warn her in advance, of course: it would be a lovely surprise for her, and stimulating for me to see how she performed in front of a sophisticated paying audience, with much higher standards than casual guests at a sex-party. I suddenly realised she was saying something to me which needed an answer. If you have been following my accounts of my forced labour in the Tokyo sex-mines you will guess easily what the "things" were that I had done to her last week. I have already mentioned that Noriko had been very innocent when she came to me. That innocence included complete ignorance of the sexual delights of skilfully applied pain. She had never even been beaten by a teacher at school, the experience which for most pubescent Japanese girls opens the door to masochistic ecstasy. I had been gentle with her so far. I had started by lightly spanking her firm round bottom as I entered her pussy from behind, and then pinching and tweaking her pretty nipples. I had expected some protests before she shyly began to beg for more, but to my surprise these tentative caresses were greeted from the start by giggles and cries of "Ooh, that's nice! Do it again!" Soon I had moved on to the next stage, fetching a beginner's cat-o'-nine-tails from the bathroom where I kept it. It was just a toy which had often added to the fun of bathing with a willing girl, its short, broad leather strips slapping juicily against her wet flesh; but it was just what Noriko needed. Her bottom and breasts had soon been glowing with the stimulation and there was no doubt she was immediately addicted to the cat's random strokes. I had stopped for a while, despite her protests, and dressed her in a tight bondage harness. She had adored it, and I had found the visual beauty of the black leather straps blending with the cat's black thongs as they kissed her eager body aesthetically very satisfying. So of course, when she shyly asked me to do it to her again, I agreed at once. "Shall I put on those ... you know, straps?" "That would be nice. I'll get them for you." I helped her into the harness, taking my time and tightening the buckles. Her pert breasts and firm bottom were framed teasingly by the network of straps. The harness was the type I prefer my girls to wear - with no crotch-piece, just two narrow straps between the legs. I fitted the two straps into the pretty valleys at the tops of her thighs, tightening them to increase her pleasure and also to make her pussy pout enticingly through the narrow space between them. I brought her the shoes she had worn at last night's party, and helped her to balance on the high slim heels. Then we went back into the bedroom so she could admire herself in the full-length mirror. "Oh, I _do_ look nice, don't I?" "Yes." "Could I go to a party dressed like this?" "To some kinds of party, yes." She stroked her breasts and explored the opening in the straps between her legs. "I could keep it on, couldn't I? I wouldn't need to take it off. There's nothing in the way ..." She giggled charmingly. "Do you think men would prefer me to keep it on, or would they like me better fully nude?" "I think they would like you to keep it on. Very much." "Will you tickle me with that, er, thing again? It was _lovely_!" "He's called a cat. You must treat him and all his relations with great respect. If he's in the right mood, he can give you the greatest pleasure a girl can ever have." "Oooh! Lovely! Yes please, Mr Cat!" She giggled again delightfully. "Why is he called that?" "Short for cat-o'-nine-tails." "Does he really have nine tails?" "Usually. But some have more." "Ooh, I'd like that! Do you have one of those? With more than nine, I mean?" "I have quite a selection." I stroked her bottom as it curved temptingly between the straps of her harness. I could feel her skin shivering with excitement. "Would you like something different from last time? A little more advanced?" She gulped a little, wondering perhaps what she was letting herself in for. Then, "Yes. Yes, please. You choose for me." "Come and help me choose." I had told Noriko nothing about my private torture-chamber. One has to introduce these concepts gradually to a beginner. Now I took her to the locked door. "You must never, ever, come here without my permission," I said as I operated the push-button lock. "What is this place?" "It's where I run training courses for pretty girls. Courses in rather specialised kinds of pleasure. Would you like to be brought in here and trained? When you're ready?" "Oooh, yes! Yes please! I'm ready now!" She jumped up and down with pretty eagerness, her breasts swaying nicely. "I'll decide that." I opened the door and turned on the array of spotlights. Noriko followed me in and looked around with astonishment, wondering at the gleaming steel framework in the middle of the room to which my girls were bound for their whipping sessions. Before she had time to ask what it was, I took her over to the table on which an array of cats, whips and canes were laid out. At once, her attention was transfixed. Her pulse racing, and hardly able to breathe for excitement, she moved from instrument to instrument, touching them reverently. Then she returned to one in particular: a cat with many tails, long and slender, lashes of the finest whipcord rather than leather thongs, made to bite lusciously into the firm flesh it kissed. She picked it up, and passed the cords lovingly through her fingers. "Will you tickle me with _this_ Mr Cat, please?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Of course. A very good choice. He'll be delighted to pleasure you, and so shall I." "Ooh. Will it be even nicer than last time?" "Even nicer. Much nicer." She couldn't resist raising the beautiful cruel lashes to her lips and kissing them. Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed me. She shivered as I stroked and held her, trembling on the brink of an ecstasy she could still only guess at. "Take him back to the bedroom and wait there," I said at last. "Aren't you going to ... do it to me here?" she asked, the implications of the whipping-frame with its dangling chains and handcuffs sinking in at last. "You said this is where girls are trained. Girls like me." "Later," I said, "Perhaps. Now go." She left the torture-chamber obediently, looking longingly at the frame till the door closed behind her. I gathered together a few other items I hoped to surprise her with: chief among them another cat, almost identical to the one she had chosen but the lashes decorated with hard little knots. I put it into a bag where she wouldn't see it, then added a few accessories: simple things, wrist- and ankle-cuffs, nipple-clamps and gags. Vibrators for cunt and arse I had of course in the bedroom. For a moment I thought of summoning her back here to be whipped professionally on the frame. Then "Don't rush it," I told myself, and went to join her in the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed in her harness, swinging her legs while she fondled her chosen cat and kissed its multiple strands. "I _love_ him!" she announced. "He's beautiful. Will he love me, do you think?" "Oh, yes," I said, looking at her firm rounded body. "You're his type." There were two hooks discreetly but strongly embedded in the bedroom ceiling. They hadn't been my idea: they had been installed by the couple who had rented the apartment before me and who obviously shared my tastes. They hadn't mentioned this useful facility on leaving, and the landlord obviously knew nothing about it - or he would have increased the rent. But I was constantly grateful to them, and hoped they were happy together wherever they were and whatever delightful things they were now doing to each other. I sat down beside Noriko and resisted her curiosity about the contents of the bag. "Just a few little additions to your costume," I said as I pulled out the set of leather cuffs. "Give me your hands first." She was delighted with her new accessories once I had buckled them firmly round her wrists and ankles. While she was admiring herself in the mirror, I got onto a chair and threaded the ropes through the ceiling-hooks. Then Noriko stood excitedly in the position I indicated while I attached them to her wrist-cuffs by the steel D-rings, and pulled them tight till she was held helpless in a star formation. "Ooh, this is fun!" she said. "What are you going to do to me?" "Would you like to be blindfolded?" I asked. "So you can't see what's happening?" "Oh, no! I _want_ to see. It's so exciting!" "Perhaps I should gag you," I said, showing her the ball-gag on its leather strap. "To stop you screaming. This room isn't sound-proofed, and we don't want neighbours complaining. Or interfering." Or asking to join in, I thought privately. "I don't think I'll scream," she said thoughtfully. "Why should I?" "Most girls do, when I whip them. At least to begin with. The first few strokes are very painful. But then they suddenly turn to pleasure." "Really? I enjoyed it from the start, you know - when you tickled me with the other cat." "But this cat is much stronger and hurts much more." I picked it up from where she had left it on the bed and displayed the long, thin strands of whipcord. "Oh yes! It's _beautiful_. I love my Mr Cat! Please make him tickle me." "Very well." I moved behind her, out of her range of vision, and ran my nails lightly over the skin of her arse. Then I wrapped the cat loosely round her hips. "Look. He will go round you several times when he kisses you." "Oooh, I want it _so_ much!" "Right. Then we'll begin - Mr Cat and I." I began by whipping her bottom with the ends of the lashes, lightly at first then harder - much harder; then I moved in closer so that I could strike her with the lashes nearer the handle, making them swing round her hips and embrace her completely as I had promised. I listened carefully to her reaction: I like to be able to tell exactly the moment when a girl's screams of agony give way to squeals of delight, and she starts imploring me to whip her harder and never to stop. But Noriko was different from every other girl I had whipped: her pleasure started from the very beginning with no introductory pain. Of course, once a girl has learnt that the pain is just a preliminary to the greatest pleasure she can ever know, she begs for it constantly. It wasn't like that with Noriko, though. The whip brought her immediate delight from its very first touch. And what delight! She was gasping and squealing and begging me to "tickle" her more. Of course I was loving it too: it was an exceptionally beautiful sight. The long slim lashes blended fluidly with the narrow straps of her bondage harness, and Noriko danced gracefully on the tips of her toes as the strokes of the cat made her sway from side to side and she sought to regain her balance. You'll think me sentimental but there's nothing I enjoy more than the pure loveliness of a girl entering this heaven of orgasmic joy for the first time. (Combined of course with the knowledge that a well-whipped girl will soon be thanking me passionately for giving her such bliss.) I began to regret my decision to lash her here in the bedroom rather than in the torture-chamber, where the cameras could have recorded our love-making for us to relive together later. I thought briefly about the neighbours: should I insist on gagging Noriko to avoid disturbing them? But they had heard girls squealing in ecstasy often enough - it was only the preliminary screams of agony I needed to protect them from, in case they were tempted to interfere. So I kept on whipping her hard and at a good steady pace. Raise the whip. _Swish_. The long thin lashes curling erotically round her hips, caressing her pussy and greeted with an ecstatic gurgle of happiness and gratitude, swinging round for another delightful embrace, then falling exhausted to the floor. Again. And again. The pretty pink lines where the lashes had kissed and bitten gradually merging into a charming rosy glow. Would she never tire of it? After twenty minutes I needed a short pause myself! I walked round to survey her from the front. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling through the tears. "Oh, please don't stop!" "Are you enjoying it?" "Oh yes, _yes_, YES! You're so good to me ... it's wonderful!" "And you've really never experienced this before?" "No. I never knew. But now I want it to go on for ever and ever ... You will do it to me more, won't you?" "Yes, But a little pause first. And I've got some new things to show you." I reached for the bag which I had brought from the torture-chamber, and without letting her see what I was doing took out a pair of nipple-clamps. They looked like ordinary plastic clothes-pegs, but were the type specially designed with metal jaws and heavy-duty springs for use as sex-toys. With my free hand I stroked her firm breasts: after all the stimulation she had received her pretty nipples were already rock-hard but I stroked and petted them till they erected themselves to their fullest extent. "Ooh, nice!" she murmured. "This will be even nicer." I showed her one of the clamps, opening and shutting its jaws. Then I placed the open jaws over her left nipple, letting her wait for a moment before slowly releasing them, enjoying the sight of the serrated metal edges biting lusciously into her eager flesh. She let out a great sigh of happiness. "That's _so_ good!" she said. "Surely you have one more - for the other side?" I showed her the second clamp, and fixed it to her right breast, this time letting it bite as rapidly as the spring allowed. "They're lovely!" said Noriko, when she had recovered from the sudden surge of pleasure. "I want to wear them always! All the time! May I?" "Well, perhaps not these. They're a bit obvious and everyone would know. But I have others ... really painful ones ... which you can wear under your clothes and no one will know except you." "You mean, I could wear them under my school uniform? To have this lovely, lovely feeling all the time?" "Oh, yes. Quite a lot of girls do. And think how nice it will be when you undress for a lover, and he understands at once the sort of things you like best." She smiled happily, imagining it. "Have you any more?" "Just one." I hunted again in the bag and found it. I knelt in front of her, feeling between her legs. Her sweet little clitoris was peeping out between the straps of her harness. I erected it with my fingers and tongue, then looked up at her face as I decorated it with the third clamp. She let out a great gasp of happiness. "Will you whip me again now, please?" she said at last in a little voice. "Very hard? I think I should ... really enjoy that." "Soon. I have another toy for you first." "Ooh, yes please!" One of the things I most love about Japan is its constant search for improvement. No sooner has a successful product entered the market than manufacturers start work on an even better version. This applies to sex-toys as much as anything. Of course all the traditional instruments of sado-masochism, Western and Oriental, are readily available; but new improved products are always entering the market. For example, like most sadists I use the traditional ball-gag - the plastic ball fitting into the girl's mouth and broad leather straps holding it there firmly as they are buckled behind her head. But recently an assistant in a sex-aids shop, knowing my interests, had shown me an improved gag. It was made of two pairs of big steel hooks, joined by an adjustable strap. The hooks were rather like nose-hooks - another recent product of Japanese ingenuity - but set wider apart. By holding the girl's mouth open they would impart a feeling of submission, and while not fully gagging her would prevent her from speaking clearly. The pretty assistant briefly demonstrated by slipping them into her own mouth; then, with a charming blush, explained the advantages of the new gag over the old. Because the girl could not speak clearly, the gentleman could choose not to understand her pleas for mercy, thus adding to his sadistic pleasure and to her helpless submission. But she could still scream - "which gentlemen like so much to hear," she said in a soft, intimate voice. And because the gag kept the girl's mouth open, "she can receive anything a gentleman chooses to put into it." Smiling conspiratorially, she went on in a secretive murmur, "The trouble with the traditional gag is that the mouth is not available for use. But with this one it is, which is so much nicer for me as well as for you, don't you think? And as I can't use my lips, or my fingers - only my tongue - the pleasure is _rather_ special, and ... you know ... takes _much_ longer." I noticed, of course, that she seemed to be speaking from personal experience. Had she worn the gag herself, I asked. She blushed again. "Oh, yes! I bought one as soon as they came in and I almost always ask my gentlemen to let me wear it. Your girls will be so happy if you use it on them too." Would she care to demonstrate the technique she had described, I asked. Not here, not now, she murmured - but (fluttering her eyelashes) maybe ... I must go back soon, I thought, and take her up on that offer of a date. "Just open your mouth," I said to Noriko. Noriko obeyed and I slipped the strap round her head and pulled the hooks round till they slipped easily over her lips. "Nice?" "Ar-rr-gh," she replied, her eyes dancing. I adjusted the strap, pulling the hooks further apart. "Still nice?" "Ar-rr!" she said again, wriggling happily. "Good. Now I shall whip you again. With the same Mr Cat, but later I'll change to his cousin." "Ar-rr-gh?" "He's almost the same as the first Mr Cat, but he will hurt you more. Lots more. I won't tell you when I'm changing, but you will know." "Arr. Arr." I moved behind her where she could not see me. I took the second whip from the bag and placed it on a chair where I could pick it up quickly and make the change without breaking the rhythm. I twisted the long strands of the first whip playfully round her hips. "M'm, that _does_ look nice!" I said. I released her, and let the tips of the strands dangle lightly, tickling her sweet arse through the straps of the harness. She wriggled delightfully. Then without warning I raised my arm and made the cat sizzle onto her bottom, flicking round to kiss her pussy. "Arr, ar, arr-arra!" I interpreted that as "More, please, harder!" and set to work with all my strength. The slender lashes rose and fell, winding round her pretty bottom, waist and thighs, never exactly in the same places twice. That is the joy of the cat: it has a will of its own. She responded with a sort of keening noise - not quite a scream but I assumed it was enjoyment. After about twenty minutes of this exercise, I decided the moment had come for a change. I dropped the cat on the carpet and swiftly picked up the replacement. It was identical with the first except for the rows of tight, hard knots along the length of each thin strand of cord. I whipped with exactly the same motion, but her keening noise gave way to what was definitely a scream. She began to arch her body, sticking out her bottom as if eager to receive the intense pleasure the cat was giving her. The little knots left tiny marks on her skin, punctuating the sweet pink lines. I remembered that a girl I had often whipped with this cat had said it was like flying in a black night decorated with innumerable golden stars. It is humbling to think how easy it is to bring a girl to intense ecstasy if you only go about it the right way. After another twenty minutes with the second cat my arm was tired and I was badly in need of relief. I dropped the whip, moved round to face Noriko. Despite what I assumed were protests, I removed the clamps decorating her nipples and clitoris, and then freed her from the ropes suspending her from the ceiling. I quickly slipped a padlock into the D-rings on her wrist-cuffs, locking her hands together behind her back, then supported her as we slid together onto the bed. It was time to try out the effect of the gag as described by the pretty shop-assistant. I wriggled into position and held my hard cock against her face. She took it into her mouth at once; I could feel her trying to close her lips on it; then, realising that she couldn't, embraced it with her tongue. The shop-girl had been right: it was a very special sensation to be brought to orgasm by a girl's tongue alone - and it took a delightfully long time. At last I was able to fill her open mouth with cum, and she quickly wriggled onto her back so that it would slide into her throat and she could swallow it. I think she had been working out how to pull that trick while she was still licking me. The whole experience had been a great success. The tight straps of her bondage harness decorated her body in a very stimulating way - as always, it was a pleasure to see a girl helpless in her bonds - and the exercise of whipping had made me pleasantly tired. On top of that the long-drawn-out torment of her clever tongue held in position by the gag was an experience I wanted to enjoy again. "You did that beautifully, Noriko-chan," I said as she lay on her back and looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "And whipping you was a real joy." "Ar-rr-gh ..." she replied, looking down her body towards her breasts. The pretty nipples were still firmly erect. I stroked then, tweaked them, pinched them. "Arh ..." "Yes, I think I must do something for those," I said. "You remember I told you about special clamps that you can wear all the time?" She nodded vigorously. "I was going to let you have them at a later session. But you're making such progress in your training I think you should have them now. They're very, very painful - but you're advanced enough to enjoy them." I rolled off the bed and left her alone while I returned to my torture-chamber. From a drawer in the side-table I took a small box. These things were expensive and I bought them as gifts only for very special girls - but Noriko had earned hers. I went back to the bedroom. How nice it would be, I thought, to come in here and unexpectedly find a girl like Noriko, helplessly bound and handcuffed, a gift from a friend perhaps, lying on my bed ready for me to do anything I liked to her! Well, why not? It was all a game, and I could pretend ... I sat on the bed beside her and opened the box. I showed her the little square frames, made of polished steel, and demonstrated how the little wheels on each side could be turned to clamp the metal bars together tighter and tighter, torturing the nipple they embraced ... "Ar-rrh!" "Yes, I think you'll like them. But there's no point in asking you how tight you want them. I'll just have to guess!" I inserted first one nipple and then the other into the pretty instruments, turning the mechanism only a little way, enough to hold them in place. They lay flat against her breasts and would be undetectable if hidden by a bra, or worn under the thick fabric of her school uniform. Then I encouraged Noriko to sit up and lean against me, while my hands reached round to her breasts and began to tighten the little wheels simultaneously. Her ecstatic noises and wrigglings told me how much she was enjoying it. "More?" "Ar-rrh!" Another turn to each wheel. And another, until I decided to stop. The clamps were still some way short of the maximum pressure, which many girls found an almost unbearable degree of torture; but it was for Noriko to experiment, once I chose to free her hands, and find the degree of constriction she liked. Torturing this delightful girl, and fantasising that I had found her unexpectedly in my bed waiting for my sadistic attentions, had aroused me again. I was too impatient to subject myself again to the agonisingly slow torment of her lovely tongue on my cock, and told her I wanted her pussy. It was uncomfortable for her to lie on her back with her hands padlocked behind her, so I lay on mine and she straddled me. She began by stroking the underside of my cock maddeningly with her pussy-lips, then at last allowed me to enter her. Her cunt-muscles gripped my cock delightfully and rippled along its length, and she knew how to spin out the pleasure by stopping whenever I was dangerously close to coming. She had learnt a lot from her lovers, I thought - whether at those sex-parties or in after-school sessions! I rewarded her by occasionally giving her nipple-clamps a little extra turn, and she responded to the pleasure of the increased torture by wriggling her breasts prettily. At last I could stand it no longer; she pulled away from me, slid down my body and let me come wonderfully over her decorated breasts. At last we recovered and I climbed from under her. I helped her to her feet and unlocked and removed her wrist- and ankle-cuffs. I undid the straps of her harness. Needless to say, the moment her hands were free they flew to her breasts and began to experiment with the clamps, turning them to even higher settings and letting out wordless cries of pleasure. I wanted to leave her for ever decorated with the steel clamps and gag: she looked so charming and happy in them. But then I led her to the bathroom, removed the gag and, despite her protests, unscrewed the nipple-clamps. We showered slowly and luxuriously together. I brought the cat with the leather thongs with me from the bathroom and tossed it casually onto the table in the drawing-room. I helped Noriko into her shoes again: I love to see a girl in sexy high-heels - especially when she's not wearing anything else. Then we lay on the sofa in each other's arms. "Can I have my nipple-clamps again please?" asked Noriko. "Not just yet." "Why not? I'm going to wear them _always_." "Always?" "Yes. Now that I know how lovely they are. All the time. Except perhaps in the bathroom." She stroked her breasts, pinching the nipples and making them stand up firmly. It was an attractive sight. I reached for the cat. "Let me whip them a while first," I said. "Your breasts, I mean." "Ooh, yes please!" So she arranged herself over the arm of the sofa, her back firmly supported and her head hanging down; and I whipped her breasts with the nine leather thongs while she squealed and gasped with joy. "Ooh, that was lovely!" she said, when at last I could do no more. "You do such wonderful things to me! Will men always want to make love to me the way you do?" "Of course. You just have to ask." "Ohh! It's just too amazing ... beautiful! You make me _so_ happy! I never knew it was possible for a girl to have such lovely feelings! Mr Cat, and my clamps ... may I have my clamps again now?" "Yes, why not? I left them in the bedroom." She skipped out on her heels and soon returned with the little steel instruments fixed to her breasts. She squatted on the sofa in front of me and made me watch while she adjusted them tighter, tighter and yet tighter. "They're _so_ beautiful!" she said. "I never want to take them off! They give me such a wonderful feeling." "You look beautiful wearing them," I said. "I like to see my girls nude but decorated, if you understand what I mean. Heels, clamps, chains ..." "Mm'mm! Nice! Do you like piercings too?" "Oh, yes. Nipple-rings, navel decorations, pussy-rings ..." "Can I have those?" "It's difficult for a young girl, I know," I said. "Parents ... teachers ... they object. It's such a shame. Nothing enhances a girl's beauty and sexuality more. Or guarantees her more lovers." "I don't think my parents would mind. But yes, teachers ..." "Until you're old enough to run your own sex-life, you'll have to use decorations that are removable. Like those." I gestured at the clamps beautifying her breasts. "They're almost as nice." "Just almost?" "Well, the nice thing about piercings is that they are permanent. A girl can never take them off even if she wants to. Once she's had them fitted she is telling everyone who sees her that she is a complete sexual being and wants to be treated as one." "You mean ...?" "That there's nothing in her life that matters to her more than sex." "Oooh ... well, how could there be?" "But just for the moment you'll have to wear removable decorations. Till you're a bit older, like I said." "Tell me what piercings I should have then. When I'm old enough." "Well, of course, rings fitted to your nipples. They look lovely, and feel lovely, and you can hang pretty decorations from them. You know, like fancy earrings." "Can I wear clamps too?" "Oh, yes. You just have to tell the man who fits the rings to fix them well back so there's room for the clamps. But if he knows his job he will anyway." "How about pussy-rings?" "Well, the same, really. In the lips of your pussy. Several each side, if you like. And you can hang things from them too." "Can't I have those now? The teachers would never see." "Male teachers might," I said. "But _they_ certainly wouldn't mind." I smiled at her as the implication sank in. A sexually active and nicely developed girl like Noriko was bound before long to attract the attention of men obsessed with little schoolgirl Lolitas. "Tell me about navel piercings," she said after a pause. "Well, what the experts usually do is fix a hook on the inside of your navel. It looks quite discreet, but you can hang all sorts of pretty jewellery on it when you go to parties." "Oh, how lovely! I want all those things! But you think I have to make do with removable ones for now?" "I'm afraid so." "Will you help me get them? May I wear them when I go to parties with you?" "Of course. It will make the men feel so good looking at you wearing them." She twisted the wheels of her clamps even tighter. For a moment the spasm of agony made it impossible to speak: she tossed her head back and gasped at the intense feeling she was giving herself. "And it makes me feel so good wearing them," she said at last, in a small voice. "You know Noriko, you're very special." "Am I?" "Most Japanese girls enjoy pain. But it always takes a while for the pain to turn to pleasure. They scream and beg for mercy to begin with. Then suddenly the change happens and they start screaming and begging for more. It's a lovely moment." "I don't do that, do I? It starts feeling fantastic straightaway." "I know. That's what makes you special. You're unique - a Special Case." She smiled happily at me. "Are we going to another party tonight?" she asked suddenly. "Yes." I hadn't realised that I had already decided. "And can I wear my decorations - my clamps?" "Yes, of course." "Lovely. And now will you whip me again please? _Really_ hard? All over? Make me feel fantastic and _so_ happy ready for anything you want to do to me? You and the men at the party tonight?" "Of course. You do say the nicest things." == One of the regular sex-parties to which I had a standing invitation was held every Saturday night by a man who specialised in sadism. He was the leader of a group of fellow sadists; and had a devoted following of girl masochists, all young and very pretty, whose lives revolved around the exquisite experiences he and his friends gave them. At these Saturday sessions they acted as slaves, providing him and the guests with any service they desired. I had attended a few times but it had been made clear to me that I was expected to bring an eager victim with me when I did. Tonight I would be able to. The lovely prospect of Noriko, so keen but so innocent, being subjected to the very advanced tortures in which that sophisticated group specialised, becoming helplessly addicted to such experiences and prettily begging her future lovers to grant her them - well, it made me feel quite romantic. Of course I didn't tell her what to expect. Part of everyone's pleasure would come from watching her surprise and delight when she found out. When I had done whipping her, she sat on my face for a while as I pleasured her sweet clitoris and sucked up the nectar from her cunt-lips; then she tried to suffocate me with her plump breasts, still rosy from the whip; and when I begged for mercy made me lie still while she rewarded me with her expert pussy and tongue. "_Why_ does it taste so good?" she said in a rather sticky voice. I laughed. "The Gods made it like that so that girls would want a lot of it," I said. "Does my juice taste as good to men?" "Well, _I_ certainly love it. As I hope you've noticed." At last she stopped licking her lips and sat up. "What shall we do next?" "Well, I thought we agreed we would go to another sex-party this evening." "Ooh, lovely! At the same place?" "No, we're going somewhere different. For a rather different sort of party." "How different?" "Wait and see. Anyway, time's getting on and you must be dressed for it." I hadn't been with Noriko long enough to have equipped her with any special party clothes; but I had a closet well stocked with pretty sexy items bought for other girls and left in my care to protect them from prying eyes at home. I was fairly sure I could find things to fit her. After she had washed her face, hands and pussy and brushed her hair, Noriko stood naked before me in the bedroom while I prepared to decorate her. The only shoes she had were the ones she had worn at the previous day's party: black, with slender high-heels and held to her feet by a broad band across the toes and a little ankle-strap. So we started with those. She looked sexy in them - especially wearing nothing else, of course - but I thought we could do even better. I hunted in the closet and produced a pair of fetish boots in silver leather. The girl I had bought them for had small feet like Noriko. It pleased me to recall how lovely and helpless she had looked in these boots. "These are your size, I think. Try them. But if they're not right for you say so. Once they're on you'll probably be obliged to keep them on a long time ..." She looked at them, fascinated by their possibilities of sexual display and arousal. They were laced up the front, extending half-way up the lower leg, and had slender steel six-inch heels designed to force a girl onto her highest tiptoes; the front of each boot was fully enclosed, so that there would alas be no display of pretty painted toes, but was made wide so that she could spread her toes comfortably. Noriko sat on the bed and slipped her feet into the boots, drawing the laces as tightly as the she could over her feet and ankles. I helped her stand and wheeled the mirror over to her. "Ooh, they're lovely! And they feel _so_ good! But can I walk in them?" "Try." I supported her as she tiptoed across the room, taking tiny steps. One of the heels was a little longer than the other, which imparted a delightful wiggle to her pretty bottom. After a while she waved me away and showed that she could manage on her own. The precarious stance and the tiny, helpless steps made her look exceptionally desirable. She noticed my erection and giggled. "Well, they do wonderful things to me, and wonderful things to you; if they have the same effect on all the men at the party I'm in for a busy evening!" "Are they comfortable?" "Yes, in a way. They feel _right_. I must wear them!" "Then that's settled. Now I must choose other things for you that will match." I started with a broad collar in silver leather which buckled snugly round her neck: it was decorated with metal D-rings offering various possibilities for restraint and bondage. Then I found a pair of long silver sleeves: they were like gloves but left her hands free for stroking cocks and other love-making, ending in a little loop round each middle finger and laced tightly up her arms in a way that echoed the laces on her boots. She looked at herself admiringly in the mirror. "Ooh, I _do_ look nice! I hope the men at the party will like me ... No bra or panties, I suppose?" she added, trying to sound casual. "No bra," I agreed, "but I have some rather special panties for you to wear." They weren't really panties: just a narrow leather triangle fitting snugly over a girl's cunt-hair and pussy, but lacking the usual tiny strings round her waist and up the cleft in her arse. This apparent lack of support made the little triangle especially intriguing to the viewer, even more than a teasing g-string would be. Rooted in the leather was a fat dildo which could slide smoothly into the girl's pussy and be held there firmly by her cunt-muscles. It always amused me to watch a girl wearing this decoration. When a girl goes to a sex-party wearing ordinary panties she looks forward to taking them off or having them removed by her first lover of the evening; but wearing this - well, let's call it a crotch-piece - she is so aroused by the thick dildo in her pussy and concentrating so hard on gripping it with her cunt-muscles that she is reluctant to remove it! I had found this clever decoration in a shop specialising in fetish gear for pretty girls, and - knowing that no girl I dressed in it would ever give it back - had bought a stock in various colours. I so hoped I still had one in silver. I did; and Noriko's pleasure when she understood how it worked was a delight to see. "That's about enough, don't you think?" she said, flirting with herself prettily in the mirror. "Just one more thing." I produced a heavy metal belt and buckled it tight round her waist. "Ooh, yes ... nice!" I agreed with her. I was sure the hosts of tonight's party would be pleased with the present I was bringing with me. "Are you going to bind me again?" "No, I'll leave that to the gentlemen you'll be meeting tonight. They'll have their own ideas on what to do to you." "Ooh, how exciting!" said Noriko, in a little, breathy voice. "May I have my clamps now?" "I'm going to try something different," I said. "I think you'll like it. But of course you can keep the ones you had earlier. They are a present." "Oh, thank you! But will these new ones feel as good?" "I think so." They were a pair of little silver metal sheaths - little more than wide rings with a tiny hinge along one side - which fitted neatly over her erect nipples. A simple wheel below each sheath could be turned slowly ... ever so slowly ... to force the two halves closer and closer together and squeeze the nipple tighter ... and tighter ... and tighter with the most agonising cruelty. A delicious treat for a sadist toying with a helpless slave. "Lovely! Lovely, lovely! More, please - more, more!" As well as the little wheel each clamp had a tiny hook on which decorations could be hung. I attached a pair of silver bells suspended on little chains: they tinkled delightfully as Noriko swayed from side to side in her excitement. The tip of each nipple protruded from the metal sheath which gripped it. I picked up a soft brush and stroked them lightly. As I expected, the combination of agonising constriction and delightful tickling brought Noriko to ever greater heights of ecstasy. At last she came down from heaven and was eager to leave for the party. I fetched a coat, just long enough to cover her bottom, and persuaded her to wear it. Then I clipped a dog-lead into the front D-ring in her collar. I led her slowly out of the apartment, allowing her time to take the tiny steps forced on her by her fetish boots, and along the corridor to the elevator. "Why do I have to wear this coat?" she asked as we waited. "Well, we might meet someone." She giggled. "Would that damage your reputation, d'you think?" "I don't have one. All the other tenants know I'm a disgusting old _gaijin_ who exploits poor little Japanese girls. They're divided between those who disapprove and those who are insanely jealous." Before getting into the car, Noriko took off the coat and tossed it onto the back seat. "No, I'm not going to wear it any more!" she said firmly. "If people see me, I want them to see me the way I really am!" == Our host for the evening was a wealthy man and his house was far more luxurious than the modest apartment in which we had enjoyed the previous evening's party. I knew from earlier visits that his regular guests included some famous people who shared his sophisticated tastes; but I had warned Noriko that discretion was an absolute requirement. On our arrival the car doors were opened by two exceptionally beautiful girls each wearing the same outfit: a gold corset laced delightfully tight down her front and leaving her breasts uncovered, and a short gold skirt reaching to just below her pussy. Jewelled decorations were swinging sexily from the rings fitted in their pierced nipples and the hooks fixed in their navels. They of course belonged to our host's corps of slave-girls, though their uniforms were new since my last visit. The bells attached to Noriko's breasts tinkled prettily as she climbed out of the passenger seat and managed to balance on the tips of her boots. One of the girls drove the car away; the other looked approvingly at Noriko and showed us the way to the party. It took a little while as Noriko could take only tiny steps. "I think the Master will like you," she said encouragingly to Noriko. "Ooh, I do hope so!" said Noriko eagerly. "Is that what you call him, the Master?" "Yes. And of course you must do everything he tells you to do. He and the other gentlemen." "Of course!" "This is your first time here, isn't it? Have you ever been to a party like this before? You know, for gentlemen with very special tastes." "No, but ..." "You're very young. Are you sure you'll manage?" she asked. "Oh, yes, I think so. I've been practising with Bob. He has special tastes too ... and so do I ..." We were inside the house now, and the girl opened a pair of double-doors. I led Noriko by her lead into the big room where the parties were held. A tall middle-aged man came forward from the crowd of guests to greet us. He was wearing black slacks but his torso and feet were bare. "Good evening. It's Bob Williams, isn't it?" "Yes. Thank you so much for letting me come again." "You are most welcome. And who is this?" "This is my present to you and your guests. I hope you will enjoy her. Her name is Noriko. She is a slave, and tonight she is yours to use as you wish." Noriko looked at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I handed her lead to our host and stood back. He looked her over, patted her bottom and examined her fetish boots. "Those are nice," he said. "Are they painful?" "Oh, no! I mean, they're very tight - but they don't feel painful, they feel so nice." "Good." He petted her firm young breasts and examined the clamps squeezing her nipples. Watching her face with a slight, rather cruel, smile he gave the little wheels an extra turn, increasing the agony yet further. "Oooh! Ohh! Thank you!" said Noriko. "You like it?" "I _love_ it!" said Noriko. "It's beautiful!" He slid his hand between her legs. "Remove her panties," he ordered, to no one in particular. Two girls at once stepped forward. They were wearing similar uniforms to those worn by the girls we had met outside. As they attended to Noriko I noticed that their little gold skirts were cut away at the back in an inverted vee with the sides laced tightly together, leaving their bottoms partly visible, the laces biting prettily into their plump flesh and matching the tight laces down the fronts of their corsets. The silver chains and decorations swinging sexily from their pierced breasts and navels glittered in the lights. They quickly removed the scrap of silver leather from Noriko's crotch. "Oh, look!" said one of the girls, fingering the fat dildo which Noriko's pussy had been gripping. "How nice! How clever!" "Never mind," said the Master, obviously amused at Noriko's regret at losing it. "We'll find you lots of better things to put in there." He felt between her legs again. "Very juicy," he said, "though we don't know if that's from the pain of the clamps or the pleasure of the dildo she had in there. But we'll soon find out. Won't we?" With his free hand he lifted Noriko's chin and grinned sadistically at her, his face betraying all the pleasure he expected to have from torturing her. Noriko let out a little gasp of excitement. "Is it the pain that makes you so juicy?" he asked. "Or the pleasure?" Noriko seemed uncertain how to answer. Since erotic torture was a constant delight to her and she experienced it as pleasure rather than pain, she was not sure, perhaps, what he meant by his question. "When your lovers whip you, does it make your cunt drip?" "Oh, _yes_, sir!" "And will you enjoy it when _I_ torture you?" "Oh, sir - will you? Will you _please_?" said Noriko happily. "Take her to the torture area," he ordered; "fit her with wrist- and ankle-cuffs and a pair of stretcher-bars, and hang her from one of the ceiling-hooks. But don't whip her yet. We must make her wait for it, and long for it, and look forward to it. Then she'll enjoy it all the more. Won't you, slave?" he said, suddenly grinning evilly at Noriko again. "Yes, Master - oh, _yes_!" He was silent for a moment, considering her. "Why are you here, slave?" "To give pleasure to you, Master," said Noriko at once. "And to all your friends." "Good. And you know what our pleasure is?" Noriko could only look at him, her eyes sparkling and her mouth half open. "It is our pleasure to torture innocent young girls. Are you ready for that?" "Oh, _yes_, Master! If it is your pleasure it will be my pleasure too. I want it too - so much." "Take her away and prepare her." I knew the lay-out of this big room from my previous visits. The Master didn't use a separate torture-chamber - or perhaps he did but only for taking his private pleasures with specially favoured victims. Since the point of these big parties was the spectacle of pretty nude girls being subjected to the most delicious tortures, it would hardly make sense to require the audience to squeeze into a special room. Everybody wanted to watch, and enjoy the swishing of the whips and the erotic screams of the victims. The front part of this big hall, where we had entered, was laid out with sofas, couches and mattresses for the convenience of guests who wanted to fuck each other - although here too the elegant, sophisticated theme was continued, a variety of whips and canes being laid out for lovers to use on each other as they liked. But at the back of the room was an array of whipping frames, suspension harness and so on. Some of the equipment was already occupied. There would be continuous activity here throughout the evening, girls squealing and writhing in their ropes and chains as male guests - and some female, too - took turns in whipping and caning them. The Master, of course, would be in his element here, choosing a favourite slave and using her for a virtuoso performance, varying the style of his whipping and bringing into use more sophisticated equipment until the lucky girl was floating in a nirvana of total orgasm from which she would never want to return. I wondered if Noriko would be the favoured one tonight. He was clearly intrigued by her innocent enthusiasm. The two slave-girls were leading Noriko to the torture area, urging her not to hurry as she tiptoed along in her boots. She had plenty of time, they assured her: the evening's fun had only just started. I followed, trying to establish that she was my girl without insisting on it. "Is this her first time?" a young woman asked me. I looked her over before answering. She was slim and elegant in her high heels, dressed only in a little open bikini made of black leather straps and silver chains. "Yes," I said. "That's very generous of you," she said. "Bringing her here and letting us give her her first experience. Instead of keeping it for yourself, I mean." I had meant that this was Noriko's first time as a slave at a sado-masochistic sex-party, not her first ever time under the whip. But I decided not to bother correcting the misunderstanding. I smiled at her as I moved on. "I'm sorry - but I do want to watch this." "Of course you do." "But see you later, I hope." "Oh, yes, I do hope so," she said, flirting her body at me, the little chains tinkling prettily as they emphasised the near-nudity of her breasts and pussy. When I caught up with Noriko she had already been fitted with cuffs and stretcher-bars which forced her into a helpless star-shape. A strong chain was being lowered from the ceiling and the two girls were hooking it to the centre of the bar holding Noriko's wrists apart. One of them then pressed a button on a control and Noriko was slowly lifted up until the toes of her boots were only just in contact with the floor. Suddenly the two girls turned towards the main area of the room and bowed. The Master was approaching, accompanied by two other men carrying whips. Like him, they wore only black slacks. They looked fit and very muscular. Would it be their job to whip Noriko for the Master's pleasure - and hers? The Master stopped in front of Noriko. After checking that she was as tautly stretched as she could be without being swung completely off the floor, he walked right round her and then faced her again. "You look very nice like that," he said. "Thank you, sir," said Noriko in a very small voice. "Does it feel good?" "Oh, yes, sir - very." "A little too good, perhaps." He looked again at the tight metal sheaths tormenting her nipples and, ignoring her protests, unscrewed them. He handed them with their little bells to one of the girls, who examined the clamps with interest; then petted Noriko's breasts, playing with the hard nipples as they tingled with returning feeling. "You can have them back later. Or something like them," he said. "You must have something to look forward to. A little bit unsatisfied, a little bit frustrated - girls look their best like that." He patted Noriko's taut, flat stomach. "No piercings?" he asked. "Not yet? You should have them done. It's nice, don't you think?" He reached out and took one of the slave-girls by the waist, making the glittering decorations hanging from her breasts and navel swing and flash in the lights. "Don't you think?" he asked again. "Oh, _yes_, sir!" said Noriko. "Very nice. If _you_ like it ..." The Master looked Noriko over again. "I think we can improve on that collar," he said. One of the girls at once removed the silver leather collar with which I had decorated Noriko. Without needing to be told further, she brought forward a metal collar with several intriguing attachments. With the help of her colleague she fitted it snugly round Noriko's neck. There were metal rods like antennae fixed to the collar, one standing up on each side of her face. "Now the gag," said the Master. A girl passed it to him. "Have you worn one like this before?" he asked Noriko. "No, sir," she replied. It was a strange device: a ring of metal with four short curved rods growing from it, and a strap to bind round the back of Noriko's head. "You see, it stops you speaking or screaming much, but it holds your mouth open so we can put anything in it we want to ..." Noriko smiled. "I have worn something a bit like that. Leaving my tongue free. But not as beautiful as this one ..." "Open your mouth wide." He fitted the ring into Noriko's mouth behind her teeth. The four curved rods rested gently on her lips so as to hold the instrument in place. One of the slave-girls buckled the strap behind her head. There were adjustable clips on the strap and she fixed them firmly to the antenna-like rods standing up from the collar. With that done, Noriko's head was held tightly: she could not move a millimetre in any direction. "Does that feel good?" asked the Master. "Eh ... eh-e-y!" She delicately explored her rounded lips with her pretty cat-like tongue. The Master nodded. "Yes, I think that tongue will be busy before we've finished tonight." "Oo-oo!" said Noriko, her eyes sparkling. The Master moved away and the two men with whips took his place. Was Noriko about to receive the whipping she had been longing for? Not yet. In a refinement of sadism they planned to make her wait. Wait and watch. Opposite Noriko, facing her and within her line of vision, were three girls chained side by side in a wide whipping-frame. They were young, delightfully pretty and charmingly nude. One of the men spoke to them. "All right, which of you first?" he asked, swishing his whip sexily. "Oh, oh, not me, oh please ...!" begged the girls, pretending to be frightened. Or perhaps they really were. Either way, their fear was most arousing and I longed to see the whipping begin. "Which do you think is the prettiest?" the man asked his companion. "You choose." The other man looked the three girls over carefully while they cringed and begged charmingly for mercy. Did they realise how their pretty pleas stimulated the sadistic desires of the men preparing to torture them? Perhaps they did and were playing their parts deliberately so as to increase the ecstasy to come. I glanced at Noriko who was watching with interest. She had never begged for mercy - had never thought that a girl about to be granted the bliss of a whipping might do so. "Hanako's arse is the nicest," the man said at last, indicating the girl on the right. "Have you had it?" "Not yet. I'm planning to tonight. But it will feel all the nicer - for both of us - if it has been really well whipped first." He walked round the frame and took up position behind Hanako who was almost speechless with fear - or anticipation. I could just make out her whispered "Please - oh, please!" Whether she meant "Please, don't!" or "Please do it to me!" she probably did not know herself. Standing a little to her left, at the edge of the frame, Hanako's lover raised the long black cat and flicked it lightly over her bottom. She squealed and flinched charmingly. He petted her bottom with his free hand, reached round and pulled her to him. "You'll love this, Hanako," he said into her ear. "You know you've been longing for it. But I want to hear you scream and beg for mercy. I like that. And you can scream as much as you like, I won't stop. The more you beg me to stop, the harder I'll whip you. And if you scream really nicely, later on I promise I'll fuck your arse. It will be your first time, won't it? You'll enjoy that. Losing your second virginity to a nice big cock while everyone watches." He released her and started. She swayed to and fro, screaming and pleading, as the nine lashes caressed her bottom and thighs, elegantly encircling her hips again and again. He was an expert whipper, giving her time to feel each stroke fully, and moving up and down giving the cat access to her pretty breasts and slim legs as well as to her arse and hips. The other man moved to the girl on the left. "Don't be jealous, Ryo-chan," he said. "You know I love you best. And if you really, really please me I have a treat for you. Two friends will join us and we'll have a lovely foursome." He took up position behind her a little to her right and began to whip her, using a back-handed action so as not to get in the other man's way. Soon she too was screaming and swaying, while the girl in the middle cowered and tried to avoid being caught by the tips of the lashes. But soon she too had her share of the pleasure: the cats were long enough to embrace two girls at once, and the men shared her, taking it in turns to whip two girls and then one, tossing the one in the centre from side to side. At last I remembered Noriko. I tore my attention away from the enchanting sight and sounds before me and looked at her. Of course the stretcher-bars and the metal collar and gag held her motionless, but her eyes were sparkling and she was breathing quickly. I knew without being told that she was longing to be whipped herself, already tormented by being forced to wait while the other three enjoyed their sublime experience. Suddenly I felt two arms embracing me from behind. "Enjoying yourself, darling?" said a sexy voice. I turned and saw the pretty woman who had spoken to me earlier. "Very much," I said. "They look lovely, and their screams are so charming! But my date Noriko will look - and sound - even lovelier when her turn comes." My new friend was still wearing her open bikini decorated with pretty chains. I fondled her breasts, pushing the little chains aside. She kissed me, her tongue in my mouth. She tasted good. "Do you find it arousing, watching girls being tortured like this?" she asked, as we came apart. "Very. And you?" "Oh, yes! Watching them enjoy themselves is almost as exciting as being whipped myself." "Well then ..." There was a low couch against the wall near the whipping-frame with its three squealing and squirming victims. We walked to it; and then without speaking pushed it into the centre. She helped me out of my shirt and trousers and we lay down together. I fingered her pussy between the little chains: it was wet and juicy. I licked my fingers. "You like it?" "I _love_ it," I said firmly. I lay on my back and she squatted over my face, looking down my body so that as I licked and sucked her cunt she could stroke my cock. With my face buried in her crotch I couldn't see the whipping, but just the sound of the girlish screams mingling with the sexy "swish ... swish" of the whips created charming background music. It had been quite a while since I had fucked a mature woman. My missionary work in Japan brings me into contact with young girls who are trembling on the brink of their sexuality, having discovered only the standard delights offered by the newly developed sensitivity of their pussies and arses. It is my vocation to guide them gently to previously unknown areas of desire hidden deep inside their consciousness, where they can satisfy delicious lusts they had never dreamt were possible, and which will give endless joy to themselves and to their eventual lovers. Often I think of one of my former pupils and wonder what has happened to her: how her sexual appetites have developed and whether she is still enjoying the special techniques we explored together. It would cost me only a phone call to ask her on a date so she could show me the progress she has made; but then there is always another young girl waiting nervously at my door, persuaded by a more advanced friend to call on "Bob-sensei", not knowing what she wants but aware that she wants _something_, and longing for me to show her what it is ... Wouldn't it be satisfying, I thought as I tickled her hard little clit and sucked up the thick nectar dripping from her pussy, if this young woman had once been my pupil, and taken her first steps towards becoming a fully developed sexual being in my apartment? Someone must have taught the innocent young beginner, and she had gone on to polish her skills on the bodies of hundreds - perhaps thousands - of willing lovers. And she had made it clear that, for her, sexual pleasure included the delights of the lash. Someone must have taught her that too, when she was young and receptive, applying the first loving strokes to her quivering flesh as she wriggled and squealed, wanting more but not knowing how to ask for it - had it perhaps been me? She was dripping fast now, and pressing her cunt hard onto my mouth. The little chains decorating her open panties tickled my face. Suddenly she pulled away and swung right round to face me. "Oh, what a beautiful cock!" she said softly. "Just lie still and let me make love to it." She squatted expertly over me. With one hand she gently flattened my erection against my stomach, and with the other held the little chains away from her cunt. Then she began to slide her wet pussy slowly up and down the sensitive underside of my cock, teasing me and refusing to let me enter her. It was a lovely sensation - surely I had once known a girl who always liked to tease me like that? Then at last she held my cock upright and slowly, very very slowly, impaled herself on it with a sigh of pleasure. My cock pushed its way between the little chains, which tickled its sides delightfully. For a while she remained still, my cock fully inside her, only her well-trained cunt-muscles rippling along its length. Then she bent forward and kissed me, her thick hair falling over my face. She kissed me messily, her tongue in my mouth; then with our combined saliva licked my face. "You like that?" "Yes, very much." "You like being underneath? Having to let me do whatever I want to you?" "Yes," I said cautiously, uncertain where this was leading. "Would you enjoy being helpless while I use you every perverted way I know?" "Well," I said, "perhaps - when we get to know each other better ..." She laughed, with a hint of triumph I thought; then kissed me again, her tongue tickling my palate delightfully. "But you like tying up girls and doing dreadful things to them? You perverted sadist?" I decided that was intended as a compliment. I would take it as one anyway. "Of course," I replied. "But they like it too." "Yes. We all do." She turned her face away and looked again at the whipping-frame where the three little nude girls were still squealing and writhing prettily under the two men's expert whipping. I raised my head a little and looked over her shoulder at Noriko, still motionless in her bonds and gazing across us at the three girls with fascinated longing. I knew she was desperate to be tortured herself - like that, and in many other ways. "It's so nice to hear them," said my partner. "In such agony - and enjoying it so much. I just love hearing girls squealing and whips swishing round them. And being fucked while I listen. That's why I like parties like this. Watching them caned is even nicer - hearing them scream and beg for mercy." "Yes, of course. Without knowing that's what they're doing. I find it incredibly arousing. Don't you?" "Yes. Very. But best of all is doing the whipping myself. Don't you agree?" I meant didn't she enjoy being whipped herself, but she misunderstood me. Perhaps deliberately. "Uh-huh. Doing the whipping myself is good." "Girls or men?" "Both, darling. Both - you'll find out when we get to know each other better." "I look forward to it," I said politely. "Especially me whipping you. I'm sure having you bound to that frame would be incredibly arousing." "Now you're making me want to come," she said. She kissed me again, then sat up and began to rise and fall on my cock. Her cunt was tight and well-disciplined, driving me perilously close to orgasm. But I was determined to be master and oblige her to come first. After about thirty agonisingly pleasurable strokes she began to whimper, then to cry out; she fell forward, her hands leaning on my chest, her fingers grabbing my flesh, squeezing and twisting it as I would do to a girl. The pain added delightfully to the pleasure she was giving my cock, but also helped me to hold back my orgasm. At last she came, screaming with joy as spasm after spasm racked her body. A few of the people watching the whipping turned to look at us, smiling and sharing our pleasure in each other. Still I managed to cling to the side of the mountain, not letting myself reach the summit. "Oh, _thank_ you!" she gasped; then suddenly pulled away from me, slid down the couch and took me in her mouth. Her expert fingers and tongue did not take long to bring me to climax, and I spurted passionately into her mouth, shouting and screaming as she had done. She took her time over licking me clean. When at last she had milked every last drop of sperm from my cock she wriggled back up towards me and let me watch as she played with it: letting it drip on her fingers, licking them clean, opening her mouth wide so I could see the white cream coating her tongue. At last she swallowed it, slowly and lasciviously. "That was _lovely_!" she said, licking her lips. "And, you know, I'm sure you've been in there before. I never forget a man's flavour." "I think so too," I said. "But that was a while ago, and you're much, _much_ better now." She giggled. Then suddenly she began to get up. She looked so beautiful standing there - her legs made even more shapely by the high heels, her thick hair falling onto her shoulders, the little open bikini with its pretty silver chains only pretending to hide her breasts and pussy - that I wanted to fuck her all over again. I sat up on the couch and reached up to stroke her firm arse. "What was that you said about whipping?" I said. "Yes," she said, deliberately misunderstanding me again. "It's time, I think. The Master and his friends are coming to torture your date. You won't want to miss that! I certainly don't. They may let us join in, once they've got her well started." I stood up. I didn't bother to put my clothes on. Things had changed while we were occupied with our own pleasure: only the middle girl was still hanging in her bonds in the frame. The other two girls and the two men had disappeared. The man who lusted after Hanako's sweet virgin bottom was no doubt now enjoying it, pink and enticing and fresh from the whip; while Ryo-chan - what was she doing in the promised foursome? Taking the three men at once in her three holes, perhaps, or something equally pleasurable. "Here they come!" said my friend. It was quite a procession. The Master headed it of course, and with him came two other men, both wearing the masters' standard black slacks and bare above the waist, and three of the slave-girls in their pretty uniforms. Two of the girls had their arms full of a fine varied collection of whips and canes, while the third was carrying a bag - no doubt filled with sweet instruments with which to torture and beautify a girl's helpless body. Noriko is going to enjoy this, I thought! And so am I. The thought was making me erect again. The slave-girls glanced at me sideways and giggled. Did they too get plenty of fucking and whipping on these occasions, I wondered? Or was it their pleasure to be just that, the Master's slaves? "Take her down," the Master ordered. "Remove the stretchers. Place her on a prie-dieu." The three girls deposited their equipment on the couch my friend and I had been occupying. Two of them wheeled it back to the wall out of the way while the third busied herself with the controls of the suspension equipment. Soon Noriko was standing before us, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation, looking very desirable in only the metal collar and head restraint, the heavy metal belt I had buckled round her waist - and of course the tight, constraining fetish boots in silver leather and the matching silver sleeves. She wriggled a little, making tiny movements with her bound feet, preening herself and showing herself off. I wondered what the Master had meant by prie-dieu; but soon a high-backed kneeler was produced. Noriko was ordered to kneel on the low platform, and lean forward over the padded upright. "Tie her hands," ordered the Master. The slave-girl in charge of the bag of equipment hunted inside it and produced a heavy padlock. The others quickly locked Noriko's wrist-cuffs together, high up behind her back where her hands would be out of the way of the whips. The two deputy masters walked over to the couch and carefully chose their instruments: one a beautiful cat, its long slender strands decorated with knots and little glittering metal points; the other a long flexible cane. They stood where Noriko, her head still immobile, could see what they had chosen for her pleasure. This was going to be good, I thought. The Master was removing his slacks. "Now, Noriko," he said. "You're new to this, so I'll explain. You will suck me. But of course with your head restraint you can't use your lips, and with your hands bound you can't use your fingers to stroke me. You have only your tongue. Do your best! But I guess it will take a long time. While you are doing it, the two masters here will be whipping you. The longer it takes you to make me come, the longer you will be whipped. Do you understand?" "Eh, irr!" "Are you ready?" "Oh, eh, irr!" "A little whipping, first, I think," he said to the other men. "Just to get her in the mood. After all, she's been waiting for it quite a while." The two men nodded, and at once the beautiful cat began to embrace Noriko's bottom and thighs. It made a lovely sound, the usual sexy swishing combining with the pretty tinkling of the tiny metal decorations. After it had kissed her, hard and slow, five or six times, the other man took over and began to decorate her bottom with the more accurate strokes of the cane. Only then did the Master, his cock already pointing at Noriko's wide-open mouth, take a step forward and place it inside. At once her tongue began to embrace it, swirling round it, teasing it ... It took, of course, a long time - even longer than it had taken for me to come in her mouth earlier in the day when she had been wearing a simpler version of the present gag. She seemed in no hurry: the cane sizzling down on her bottom in slow regular strokes was giving her so much pleasure, and her Master had warned her it would stop once he had come. The man with the cane tired before she did, and gave up his position to the man with the cat. But of course Noriko was able to pass on her pleasure to her Master as she licked and caressed him, and at last he began to reach his climax. He grabbed her head and pushed her open mouth even more deeply onto his erect cock, her swirling tongue and pulsating throat-muscles making him come at last. The Master withdrew, leaving Noriko with the problem of holding his sperm in her mouth without being able to close it. She leant backwards, further and further, till her head was horizontal, her hair hanging down and her body bent into a beautiful but precarious curve. Two of the slave-girls stepped forward to help her, one holding her shoulders while the other freed her wrists from the padlock. Noriko let her arms fall and rested her hands on her ankles. Seeing an opportunity, the girls locked her wrist-cuffs to her ankle-cuffs, forming her into a lovely circle supported only by her knees on the low platform of the prie-dieu. Meanwhile Noriko was gazing at the ceiling, her tongue exploring her wide open lips. I could see her throat moving as she swallowed in little sips, relishing the creamy cum she had coaxed from the Master's cock. At last it was all gone. "Well done, Noriko-chan," said one of the slave-girls. "You did that very nicely. I think the Master is pleased with you." "Ah oo," said Noriko in a sticky voice. The two girls began to free her from the metalwork, both the gag and the collar, which had held her head immobile and her mouth open. "Oh, that was _so_ wonderful!" she said, when at last she could speak clearly. "And it feels so lovely! Can I stay like this?" "Of course," said one of the girls. "As long as you want ... or until the Master wants you to do something else. Why don't we take the prie-dieu away so everyone can see you better?" Quite a group had gathered round Noriko, enjoying the lovely, and exquisitely painful, curve of her body. One of the girls helped her lift her knees from the little platform while the other removed the prie-dieu. Then Noriko was lowered gently onto the carpet, her body from knees to shoulders forming a partial circle completed by her silver arms and pretty fetish boots, her wrists and ankles padlocked together. The slave-girl then blindfolded her with a black mask. "Oh, I want to stay like this!" said Noriko again. "It feels so good!" "It looks good," said one of the men who had been whipping her. "Is it painful?" asked the other. "Oh, yes - _yes_! It's wonderful! So good ... oh, so _good_ ..." she added dreamily. And then, after a pause, in a little pleading voice, "Won't you please hurt me more?" The second man turned to me. "She's your date, isn't she?" he said quietly so that Noriko could not hear. "It's time you had a turn." I walked over to the couch where the slave-girls had left their equipment and chose a simple cat of narrow leather strips. While I was doing that the girls attached the ends of a chain to two of the loops of Noriko's metal belt. A hook descended from the ceiling; the girls passed the chain over it, then raised the hook again, pulling Noriko into a yet more perfect circle. I brought my cat and dangled the lashes onto Noriko's face. "Kiss it," I ordered her. "Yes! Oh, I _love_ Mr Cat!" mumbled Noriko, trying to catch the lashes between her lips. She let her head fall right back, her body arched and supported by the chain attached to her belt, so that her pretty breasts became the highest point in her tight curve, pointing yearningly upwards. The elegant circle formed by her tormented body was now almost perfect. I lifted the cat and began to tickle her breasts with the tips of the lashes. Then without warning I raised them above my head and brought them down hard. She shivered in her bonds and let out a delighted squeal. I whipped her breasts again and again, varying my rate and tormenting her by making her wait, tickling her and then suddenly lashing her with all my strength. But the extraordinary beauty of Noriko's agonising pose was arousing me unbearably. Glancing round between strokes I saw my new friend standing close to me and enjoying the pretty sight. I remembered she had said she enjoyed whipping as well as being whipped, so I suddenly passed her the cat. Quickly she stepped forward and took over without missing a beat. I moved round to where Noriko's head was dangling and presented my erection to her upside-down mouth. She welcomed it at once, closing her lips on my shaft and caressing it with her clever tongue. It did not take me long to come. The whipping was sending shivers through Noriko which were relayed delightfully to me through her mouth. I just managed to avoid collapsing onto her as I spurted into her mouth and she sucked me dry. "Oh, is that you, Bob?" she asked as she savoured my cum and swallowed it. "I know your taste! I'm so glad it's you." There was movement behind me. I turned and saw the Master there. "Very nice," he said. "Very nice indeed. What a pretty pose." My friend who had been whipping Noriko's breasts offered the Master her cat. "No, I think we'll make her wait a bit. She can't have everything at once. Let her stay in that pose and concentrate on the pain of that." He took the remote from one of the slave-girls and raised the ceiling-hook a little. Noriko gasped and whimpered as she was bent even further and the pain in her back and shoulders intensified. "Yes, that _is_ nice," said the Master. "And very original. Perhaps we should organise a display next week. A row of you slaves set out like that, with guests invited to whip you and use you just as they like ..." The slave-girls giggled and murmured. Some looked eager for the treat but others seemed less certain. "All right, let's try something else now," he said. "Free her and take her to the bar over there." He indicated a thick horizontal wooden beam hanging from the ceiling. The slave-girls quickly detached the chain from Noriko's belt, released the padlocks holding her wrists to her ankles and helped her to stand. She tiptoed across the floor as fast as her fetish boots would allow, eager to know what new pleasures were in store for her. The slave-girls adjusted the height of the beam to be level with Noriko's shoulders and roped her elbows and wrists to it. Noriko stood there, her silver arms outspread, blushing prettily as the crowd of guests, slave-girls and masters admired her and openly discussed with each other the ingenious things they would like to do to her. "Oh, isn't she pretty!" said one of the slave-girls to the others. She stepped forward, held Noriko by the waist and kissed her. Noriko responded warmly. Soon a whole group of girls in their pretty uniforms were kissing her, petting her, stroking her breasts and bottom and thighs, and telling her how lovely she was. Their mouths and hands were everywhere. Their clever fingers flickered in and out of her cunt and arsehole, and they took turns to sit between her open legs kissing and sucking her dripping pussy. Noriko was radiant with lust and happiness. My own desire became almost unbearably strong at the pretty sight. I didn't only want desperately to fuck her: I was also fantasising about being treated in the same way myself - being tied up by a group of lovely naked girls who then teased me to the limit of my endurance ... a memory was tickling my mind as I imagined it. I suddenly felt a skilful hand stroking my erection. The unexpected pleasure almost made me come on the spot. I tore my attention away from Noriko and found my new friend beside me again. She was fully nude now, having removed her pretty open bra and panties, and began to caress me with her nakedness, sliding her body against mine. Suddenly the memory became reality. "That's nice," she said teasing my cock along its full length. "Stay like that." "Yes, Natsuko-chan," I said. "Rock-hard, whatever you do to me. I can take it ... just." "Ah, you remembered at last, Bob!" she said. "I wondered if you would." "How could I forget? You and your friends and your Rock-Hard Club."[2] "Oh, yes!" she said, turning to face me, now holding my cock between her legs snug against the lips of her pussy, and stroking my chest with her hands and breasts. "Those were happy days." "You were very, very unkind to me," I said. "Unkind? We gave you a _wonderful_ time. And you were fantastically potent when we'd forced you to hold your erection for an hour without coming." "An hour and a half I went," I said proudly. "Or nearly. An hour of your teasing wasn't nearly enough for me." "Yes, I remember. None of the other men managed that." She was embracing me fully now, one hand stroking the back of my neck, a slim finger of the other feeling my arse before coquettishly entering my anus and retreating again, entering a little deeper and retreating ... "Could you still manage that?" she asked. "I could try. But I expect you're all even cleverer at teasing men than you were as little schoolgirls. _Oooh_!" The finger was now wriggling its way deep into my anal passage, delicately tickling and scratching as it went. "Are you still in contact?" I asked when I had got my breath back. "Most of us." "Er, Sachi for example?" "Ah, yes - you always fancied her, didn't you? Sachi with the sweet arse?" "Is it still as sweet and tight as ever?" "Perhaps not as tight as it was when you had it. A lot of cocks have been in there since then. She works for me in the escort agency that I run. She's very popular." "Still getting her arse fucked every night?" "Well, that's up to her, isn't it? And her customers. We never _promise_ our escort girls will definitely perform any specific service. But I'm sure she does because she loves it so much. So do her customers. Lucky girl." She had stopped teasing my anus and now pulled a little away from me. Her clever hands were stroking my cock and tickling my balls. "We ought to have a reunion," I said, knowing only too well what I was letting myself in for. "Mm'mm. Nice. I'll speak to the others and arrange something. I know where we can borrow a deserted warehouse where we can tie you up with no risk of your being rescued." Somehow, after watching Noriko's happiness at being teased and petted by the slave-girls, and experiencing a little sample of what Natsuko and her friends could do to me, I didn't find that as bad an idea as I perhaps should have done. "It won't be easy to find a time, though," she was saying. "We're all quite busy. The sex industry is booming. I do free-lance work at special clubs most evenings." "I thought you said you ran an escort agency." "I do, but that's only part-time. I'm out late most nights and can't work all day as well." "I'm glad to hear you're all doing so well." "I think we should set you a new target," she continued. "How about two hours? Two hours of rock-hard erection while we do everything we can to make you come. Are you up for that?" "Oh, yes," I said unwisely. "But if I fail you'll let me try again, won't you?" "Sure. As many times as you like. But to encourage you, when you pass we'll organise honorary membership for you at some of the sex-clubs where we work. Then you can have us whenever you want to." "That would be lovely." "_When_ you pass. Remember, two hours. With us doing everything we know to break your resolve. And we know _much_ more than we did as schoolgirls!" She slipped my cock between her legs again and stroked it maddeningly with her pussy-lips. "I can't imagine anything nicer," I said. "We all owe you a lot," she said. "You and the other men who came to our Rock-Hard Club." "That's very nice of you, but ..." "Oh, yes. You made me understand that the thing I loved best of all was teasing men with my nudity. Teasing them till they couldn't stand it any more. Then taking the consequences!" "And I found I loved being teased. And you were the most fantastic tease I ever met. You all were." "And once I'd understood _that_," she went on, "I decided the moment I was free I wanted to work in strip-clubs. In nude hostess bars. Anywhere so long as I could be nude and tease men till they just _had_ to have me." "It's just wonderful that there are girls like you," I said sentimentally. "So many. All over Tokyo." "Yes. But now I think you should pay attention to your date." The slave-girls had stopped making love to Noriko and were standing in a respectful group, awaiting orders from the Master. Noriko was gazing at him longingly. "It's time we clamped your breasts again, don't you think?" "Oh, yes! Yes please!" A slave-girl wheeled forward a piece of equipment, standing it in a position where Noriko could not see it. She handed the Master a pair of small metal clamps with long electrical wires attached. Noriko gasped as he fixed them to her nipples and adjusted the mechanism. The wires hung from her breasts in an elegant curve, and connected her nipples to the machine. Next came a slim metal dildo which slid into place in her arsehole. This too had a wire curving away and leading back to the machine. I knew of course what Noriko had to expect, but she did not. It would be fun to watch her find out. The Master turned to give further instructions to his slaves, and Natsuko quickly stepped forward and whispered in Noriko's ear. She smiled and nodded vigorously, their discussion lasting a little while. Then, as Natsuko moved away again, the beam to which Noriko was tied began to rise till her feet were completely off the ground and she could swing freely. The Master and the slave-girls joined the rest of us as we stood laughing and chatting, waiting to see Noriko's torture begin. There was a slight humming from the machinery and Noriko let out a little scream. Obviously it was transmitting electrical shocks to her breasts and arse in an elaborate pattern, the length and intensity of the shocks varying in a way she could never predict. One of the spectators explained to me that the machine could also control the mechanism in Noriko's nipple-clamps, varying the intensity of their bite on a similarly random pattern. How lovely for her, I thought. But something seemed wrong. Instead of her usual delight in such painful stimulation, Noriko was screaming and begging for mercy. "No, no! Don't! Oh, spare me! Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!" she was crying between her squeals of pain. She was wriggling too, her body swinging from side to side from the bar from which she was suspended. I turned to the Master, wanting to tell him Noriko was in real trouble. Never had I known her behave like this when under torture - torture which was normally her greatest delight. But Natsuko caught me before I could speak. "Don't worry!" she said urgently. "It's all right. I told her to do that." "What, scream and beg for mercy?" "Yes. You know you men love it when we girls do that. The more we scream and beg you to stop, the more pain you give us. That's why we do it, of course! It's wonderful. So I told her, 'Please the Master, and the others, by imploring him to stop hurting you. The more prettily you beg him, the crueller he'll be,' I said." "Oh, you are clever!" "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? It's nice to hear a girl enjoying it, but screams of pain are _much_ more stimulating. Aren't they?" "Of course. But it's not easy to tell the difference between acting and reality." "Come on, Bob, you know us Japanese girls better than that. There _is_ no difference." Noriko's tactics were obviously working. A slave-girl wheeled the machinery close to the Master, who, stimulated by Noriko's performance, was using the controls to increase her suffering. The other spectators clapped, watching her writhing and listening to her screaming with obvious pleasure. These were, I remembered, very experienced and sophisticated sadists who had spent years watching innocent nude girls delightfully tortured for their pleasure. Perhaps they could even detect, as I could not, that Noriko was deliberately adding to their enjoyment by her pleading. The Master gave an order, and several guests stepped forward, choosing instruments from the selection offered by the slave-girls. They stood round Noriko, helpless in her bonds, and prepared to whip her and cane her. As the first lashes curled round her, she screamed even louder and begged even more piteously, the whips making her swing more widely from her beam so that she seemed almost to offer herself to each whip in turn as it prepared to take its chance to embrace her lovingly. But even Noriko could not continue for ever pretending not to love what she most adored. As the whipping increased in intensity, she stopped begging for mercy and started pleading for yet more. Her screams of agony became squeals of girlish delight, and her cries changed to "_Kimochi ii-ii_!" ("It feels so-oo good!") and "_Itchau! Itchau_!" ("I'm coming! I'm coming!") It was an amazingly erotic performance and I was not the only spectator to need urgent sexual relief. Natsuko was still teasing me; but I was not under test by her and her friends yet. I held her firmly. "I have to fuck you, Natsuko-chan, I have to!" I said. "Oh, yes, Bob - yes! Fuck me, fuck me - you must!" We collapsed onto the floor, joining the tangle of bodies already possessed by the erotic charge in the room. The memory of little Sachi, put into my mind by Natsuko's reminiscences, obsessed me. "Turn over!" I commanded. "I want your arse." "Oh, no! Oh, _yes_! Oh please! Take me!" She quickly gave my cock some lubrication, then turned and lay on her front with her knees doubled up, the classic submissive position of a girl offering her anus to her lover. Soon her screams and my groans of fulfilment joined the chorus of pleasure filling the big room. I could still hear Noriko's voice overriding everything, leading and inspiring our happiness. == "You must bring her again," said the Master, formally handing back Noriko - bathed, perfumed, refreshed, and (I could tell) eager for more - to my care. "You really must. Or perhaps," turning to Noriko, "you'd like to join my corps of slave-girls." "That would be nice," said Noriko respectfully. "Do they get lots of, you know, whipping and fucking?" "Of course. And when they leave me they are ready for leading jobs in the sex industry. It's quite a training course we run here! But you need to get your piercings done first. Like they have. Breasts and navel." He turned back to me. "She's a very remarkable girl. She really loves pain, and doesn't have to wait for it to turn to pleasure. It's pleasure from the very start. Right from the first stroke. She's a Special Case." "I know," I said. "Unique." "She was acting towards the end. Pretending to want us to stop so as to make us want to hurt her more. I could tell. But she's very clever. It was remarkably stimulating." Noriko smiled, then blushed and looked down modestly. "Well, take her away and enjoy her. But bring her back so we can all enjoy her too." "Would you like that?" I asked Noriko. "Oh, yes! I'd _love_ it! You know I would. I've had a marvellous time. But it's not over yet, is it?" she asked anxiously. "Well, it's only Saturday night," I said, "and I don't have to take you home till Sunday evening." "I want to spend the rest of my time with you," said Noriko firmly. "Do you have equipment like that?" she asked, gesturing vaguely towards the electric shock machine. "Oh, yes. Not as elaborate as that, but yes." "And whips, canes - lots and lots of them?" "Yes, in my torture-chamber." "Well, that's where we're going. I want you to whip me - and fuck me - and whip me - and fuck me - and whip me while you fuck me, and fuck me while you whip me - and then start all over again. Come on! And I hope you're not tired, because I'm not and I don't want to waste a single moment." I followed her obediently towards the car. It was going to be a long night. FOOTNOTE [2] For an account of the dreadful things naughty little Natsuko and her equally naughty little school-friends did to me when we were all younger please see _Unfinished Affairs_ Chapter VIII. Then you can also go on to read about the dreadful things I did to her and to little Sachi as a reward for their naughtiness. And now they and their friends are rewarding me in return ... [Next in Part 02: Fujiko: The Shop Assistant] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams