WORK IN PROGRESS 03 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 03 CHAPTER III The Present Yes, I know you want to read more about Fujiko. So here is just a scrap - a little vignette I wrote after one of our subsequent meetings, where I learnt more about her very unusual, and very enjoyable, sexuality. I guess you'd like to know about it too. "I've brought you a present," said Fujiko, as soon as she had arrived and taken off her coat. "Oh, but you don't have to do that," I said anxiously, foreseeing one of those endless chains of obligations and counter-obligations which impel Japanese friendships towards near-bankruptcy on both sides. "Well, it's a present for me, really," she said with a shy smile, "but I think you'll enjoy it too." She pulled a smart plastic carrier from the enormous shoulder-bag she always brought, and which I now knew would contain a selection of whatever bondage gear and torture equipment were her current favourites. The carrier was white, marked with the elegant black logo of her shop: the word "Restraint" in both English and Japanese _katakana_ characters, and a stylised image of a Japanese girl's eyes looking through a mask. "Well, thank you," I said with appropriate formality, receiving the carrier with both hands and placing it carefully on a small table. It was for her to tell me if she wanted me to open it in her presence. And putting it down meant I had my hands free and could get on with the more urgent business of holding and stroking her. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and short, light-coloured skirt - the style she usually wore for work in her shop. Underneath, no doubt, were the pretty bra and panties which she would soon remove for me with demure coquetry. But the moment I began to run my hands lightly over her I could feel something different. "What's this?" I asked, turning her round so that I could stroke her breasts conveniently. "Rope?" "Yes ... I wear it sometimes instead of underwear," she said casually. "Let me see." My fingers undid the buttons of her blouse while she unzipped her miniskirt. I pulled the blouse out of the waistband just as the skirt fell to the ground. She turned to face me, stepped out of her skirt, and threw the blouse back over her shoulders letting it slip to the carpet to join it. She stood before me delightfully nude except for the narrow rope binding and decorating her. She posed provocatively. "One of my lovers taught me," she said, "and I often wear it. It hardly takes any longer than putting on a bra and panties." She was wearing one of the commonest forms of Japanese _shibari_ or rope bondage: a long rope doubled round her neck - where it was hidden by the collar of her blouse - then passing down the front of her body, between her legs and up her back before twisting three times round her: above her breasts, below them and finally round her waist. It sounds complicated but it is very simple once you see how it is done - as you can from plenty of _shibari_ and Japanese bondage internet sites. Or a Japanese girl will show you, as one did me when I was new in Japan and hadn't yet learnt how to tie Japanese girls up the way they like best. I tested Fujiko's rope. It was taut and the tension was even. "Very nice," I said. "Yes. I keep it with the knots ready tied, so I just have to slip it over my head and do it up." "Do you think people can tell you're wearing it?" "Not really. Not unless they touch me - like my boss does. He likes to feel me sometimes." "_Etchi na hito_," I said, using the Japanese girl's phrase - part dismissive, part appreciative - for dirty old man. "No, not really. I rather like it." "Really?" "After all, I work in a sex-shop and it's only natural to wear one of the things we sell." "Yes, I suppose so." "And it's nice that my boss appreciates it. He would like me to wear it without my blouse over the top. He thinks it would be good advertising and bring the customers in." "I dare say it would. Are you going to?" She giggled delightfully. "Maybe one day ..." I examined the rope again. As well as the usual knots down her front, she had arranged two carefully placed knots where they pressed firmly against her cunt and her arsehole. She squirmed as I touched them. "Ahhh ... whenever I move, even a little bit ... lovely _manzuri_ all the time." "_Man_ ...?" I said questioningly, "ten thousand ... what?" "_Suru_. Don't you know that? Rub." "A sort of _onani_, is it - masturbation?" "No, not really," she said seriously. "When a girl masturbates, with her fingers or a sex-toy, of course she goes on till she reaches climax. Till she comes. That's what she does it for. Just like you. But _manzuri_ means rubbing lightly against something, endlessly, so that you're always close to the brink but never quite come. Lovely! Just right for doing in public ..." "Just right for you ... you love making it last, don't you?" "Yes," she said, still serious. "It's a kind of masochism, I suppose. Not letting myself come - not quite." With a sudden change of mood, she giggled again. "Let's see if you can _almost_ make me come this evening. Almost but not quite." "So long as _I_'m allowed to come!" "Of course! I'd be very upset if you didn't! All over me ... now I'll go upstairs and get ready." "All right. Don't take too long." "Why don't you look at your present while I'm upstairs? Then we can try it out. It only came in yesterday and I'm longing to see what it feels like." She skimmed up the stairs towards the bedroom - "getting ready" meant getting nude or something close to it - leaving me to examine the new set of equipment. It included a pair of fairly standard dildos, connected to a battery pack and with wires running to a pair of nipple-clamps and a narrow collar. Nothing much original here, but if Fujiko thought it would be fun for her to wear and for me to look at she was probably right. I heard the bedroom door close. Fujiko came down the stairs again, stepping carefully and sexily in the tight black fetish shoes with 15-centimetre heels which she adored wearing and which she now kept at my apartment. They forced her to stand and walk on her highest tiptoes and I could feel my balls tingling as her pretty little feet, so delightfully constrained in the shoes, came into view on the stairs. She was otherwise nude and had removed her ropes. She posed for a moment on one of the lower steps, then came down to floor level and did a little pirouette. Fujiko, you will remember, had trained as a gymnast and dancer, and knew how to be elegantly as well as provocatively nude. "Nice?" she asked. "Very nice. Come here." I took her in my arms, kissed her, and ran my hands up and down her nakedness. Then I turned her round and did it again. "Lovely," I said. "Smooth. The way I like it." "I know you do. I shaved specially." "Tell me about your new toy. What does it do?" She pulled away from me and ran to pick it up from the couch where I had left it. "Well, the big dildo goes in my cunt and the little one up my arse ..." "Yes. I'd worked that out." Together we fitted them snugly in place. "And the clamps just as usual ..." They were the type made like two pairs of tweezers to grasp the nipples, with rings round each shaft which could be slid forward to compress the jaws till they provided the desired level of agony. I attached them loosely to her erect nipples and then began to tighten them. "Ooh, tighter ... oh, please … ah, _yes_, lovely ...!" "Do they hurt?" "Yes, yes! Wonderful! Oh, _thank_ you!" It's nice to be appreciated, I thought. After a few moments Fujiko got her breath back and could speak again. "And the collar goes round my neck, of course. Fairly tight but not too much ... I want to be able to scream." "You will, darling, you will," I promised her. The collar had a thicker and broader area at the front. I was beginning to understand how this new torture device worked. It was going to be fun, I thought. "Is the wiring all plugged in?" she asked anxiously. I checked. It was. "Where do you want to be?" I asked. "On the couch?" "I think the coffee-table would be best. If it's strong enough." I cleared the long, low table and she knelt carefully on it on knees and elbows, her bottom provocatively poised to receive whatever I wanted to do to it. "Do you want to be tied up?" I asked. "No, no - I won't try to escape!" I stroked her bottom lightly, enjoying the way the firm flesh shivered and trembled. "Please look in my bag," she was saying. "There's a new whip ..." It wasn't the plaited leather whip she usually favoured, but a cat of many long tails, narrow and highly polished leather strips charmingly coloured in a mixture of red and black. "This one?" I asked, holding it where she could see it. "Yes! Don't you think he's beautiful?" "Very elegant. Shall I start?" "Oh, yes please! Just a few strokes to start with, nice hard ones ... then turn on the battery ... and you'll see." I gave her more than just a few. The cat was nicely balanced and was a pleasure to raise and swish down onto her; while the slim coloured lashes created beautiful effects against her creamy skin. She didn't scream, but gasped in pleasurable agony. Then I let the whip dangle from my wrist by its loop while I examined the battery pack. There were two rotary controls: I guessed one varied the intensity of the dildos' vibration while the other increased the electric charge to her clamped nipples, providing the fusion of extreme pleasure and intense pain that masochist girls long for. I turned both controls slowly to the maximum. Fujiko squirmed and wriggled delightfully, but still did not scream. "Whip me more," I heard her murmur. "To get me started. Hard ... hard, and slow." I took up position and raised the cat. Then I slashed it down on her bottom with all my strength. Then raised it again. This time she screamed, not loud but beautifully, an arc of anguish, the sweetest music I know. I had already guessed how the equipment she was wearing worked: the collar contained a microphone which converted the sound of her screams to electrical impulses controlling the voltage delivered to her breasts and the vigour of the vibrators in her cunt and arsehole. She shivered as the equipment delivered the spasms of torture and pleasure she craved; then screamed again beautifully in response. Another spasm of electricity. Was the equipment designed with a tiny built-in delay so that she experienced the agony a moment after her scream had triggered it, the torture then setting off another charming scream? I looked at the battery pack controls again. Yes: what I had thought was a voltage control in fact lengthened and shortened the delay. I experimented and set the delay to the maximum; then took a chair and enjoyed the pretty sight and sound of Fujiko's torment.[7] But I like to be a participant in torture, not just a spectator - fun though that is. I stood up and, without warning, began slashing the cat down again and again on her eager bottom. At once, the intensity of her screams increased. The equipment responded by escalating the level of vibration to her cunt and arse and of electrical torture surging to her breasts. At last I brought the session to an end, throwing her onto her back on the couch. I pulled the dildo from her cunt but left the anal dildo and the nipple-clamps in place. When I entered her pussy, her cunt-muscles seized me joyfully and she started to come almost immediately. Now it was her incoherent thanks which set off the electric charges. The tingling was perceptible through the membranes separating her cunt from her arsehole: together with the pleasant exercise I had enjoyed while whipping her it was so stimulating that I could wait no longer and we exploded together. "Wasn't that _wonderful_?" she asked much later, lying nude in my arms, free now of her toys and wearing only her pretty fetish shoes. "Yes," I said. "Wonderful." "Whip me again," she whispered coaxingly as she snuggled against me. "All over. With my new cat. You enjoy using him, don't you?" "Sure. As much as you like." "Oh, you are so good to me!" FOOTNOTES [7] Although of course I did not tell Fujiko this, there was nothing new about the equipment she was enjoying so much. I had first seen it used on two girls at once. The technique is to arrange the girls on their hands and knees facing away from each other and joined by a double-ended dildo in their cunts and by ropes tying their ankles and calves. The real fun comes if you swap round the two microphones, so that one girl's screams stimulate the other, making her scream too and do the same to her friend. When they work out what is happening, the pattern of their screams as they pleasure each other is most beautiful and very stimulating. See the description in _Unfinished Affairs_ Chapter IX: Ropes and Whips. Do try it! [Next in Part 04: Ayumi: The Trainee] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams