Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 2 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: Mf, tort, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 02

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER II

Experiences
	
"You were going to tell me how you came to be 
performing at the strip-club," I said at last. "You 
know, where I first saw you."

"Well, you remember I told you about Taka-san's elder 
sister Kazue."

"Of course."

"She was very kind to me. I was terribly flattered, 
and I suppose you could say under her spell. As I told 
you, it never normally happened that a girl of nearly 
sixteen, grown up and sophisticated like Kazue-san, 
took an interest in much younger girls like me. Of 
course I know now that she worked with strip-clubs 
and, you know, places like that looking out for new 
talent."

"Does that bother you? You don't feel she used you or 
exploited you?"

"Not at all! I suppose if I'd known at the time I 
would have minded. Felt that she wasn't really 
interested in me after all, just trying to use me. To 
make money. But now, of course, I know she was doing 
me a wonderful favour. Helping me on my way to the 
life I longed for. I didn't know then that I longed 
for it, but I know now!"

This was so profound, such an insight into Haruka's 
youthful sexuality, that I thought it best to say 
nothing. I just kissed her gently and petted her. The 
little bells hanging from her nipples tinkled 
prettily.

"And of course she needed money. To pay off her debts. 
I understand that now."

I understood too. Many a pretty Japanese girl wins her 
start in the sex business through being in debt. She 
gets into the habit of joining friends at a bar in the 
evening for one of those thick sweet drinks that girls 
seem to like so much - a sort of substitute for semen, 
I suppose, which is what they are longing to drink 
whether they know it or not. The bar is glad to give 
her credit. The expenditure is modest but gradually 
mounts up, and she soon finds she owes more than she 
can pay. Then the _mama-san_ applies discreet 
pressure: if it's not convenient to pay just now, 
would she like to meet a friend of hers who might be 
able to give her something in return for a little 
work? Not money, of course, but some credit to set 
against her bill. Nothing too difficult or demanding - 
indeed she would enjoy it. What sort of work? Well, 
there is something special about her, after all. 
Something fresh and charming, something people are 
willing to pay a lot for the right to share and enjoy 
with her. Perhaps she is undervaluing herself by not 
making use of her special talent, that unique beauty 
only a young girl has! The _mama-san_ knows, of 
course, that her target has secretly fantasised about 
becoming an _aidoru_, an "idol", like the girls she 
has seen in magazines [6]. Soon enough she is posing, 
innocently provocative, before a camera. Having 
conquered her shyness in the privacy of a studio she 
progresses to stripping in intimate theatres and 
serving as a delightfully nude waitress in tasteful 
sex-clubs, coyly accepting invitations to step into a 
private room for more intimate encounters with 
gentlemen who really appreciate youthful beauty ... 
oh, it makes me feel quite sentimental to think of 
girls like that being helped into a life they had 
secretly dreamed of but never quite known how to 
enter. Of course the _mama-san_ carefully calculates 
the credit they earn so that it is never quite enough 
to pay off their debts, and makes sure other expenses 
mount up: for costumes, sex-toys, pretty whips, maybe 
even some discreet surgical enhancements ... and the 
girls come to enjoy the life so much they would never 
dream of giving it up even if they could. Until they 
get older, of course, and begin to feel the pressure 
from all the eager younger girls longing to make a 
start in a business which values youthful freshness 
and sweetly corrupted innocence above all else. But by 
then, if they have learnt their trade well, they are 
in a position to choose between offers from wealthy 
men wanting sexually skilled mistresses with at least 
the appearance of youth ... 

I turned my attention back to Haruka.

"So how did she help you?"

"There were four of us. Me and three friends my age. 
The others were enjoying a lot of sex too, of course: 
I wasn't the only one! So I guess she thought we might 
all be of interest to the clubs she worked for. She 
was nice to us and flattered us. She was very charming 
and pretty, and we all admired her so much!"

"Was she working as a stripper and nude waitress and 
so on too?"

"Of course she was! Is. But I didn't know that then. 
One of my friends had her sixteenth birthday, and she 
took us out to a restaurant for a simple meal after 
school. Of course it wasn't exactly the girl's 
birthday - she had to be with her family that day - 
but near enough for a little celebration. And when 
we'd finished she asked if we'd like to go and see a 
little show at a place she knew nearby."

"And you all said yes."

"Of course! We squeezed into a taxi and went there."

"And it was a strip-show."

"Well, yes, but not only that. It was very tasteful. 
She had made a few phone calls and when we arrived we 
were welcomed by such a nice respectful young man who 
took us to a table near the stage and gave us all nice 
drinks - pretty drinks, mostly fruit-juice with just a 
little taste of alcohol and with little paper 
umbrellas decorating them. Most of the other people 
there were men. Some had girls with them, but lots 
were on their own. They were friendly but mostly left 
us alone. And Kazue discreetly looked after us if 
anyone seemed to be getting _too_ friendly."

"What was the show like?"

"Oh, there were girls dancing and singing and wearing 
such pretty costumes! And then the young man who had 
welcomed us spoke into a microphone and invited 
everyone to welcome a special performer. She was so 
beautiful! Wearing a lovely minidress, all sparkly, 
with pretty high heels and long shiny gloves. I'd 
never seen a girl undress on stage before but she did 
it so beautifully ... she took off her dress, very 
slowly and making it slide gradually down till it fell 
to the floor. Then she danced a bit in just her bra 
and panties, which were blue and shiny like her 
gloves. She knelt down on the edge of the stage with 
her back to the audience, very close to where we were 
sitting, and turned her head so that she could smile, 
oh, so nicely! at a gentleman at the table next to 
ours. Then she lifted her long hair and - can you 
guess what happened? - he unhooked the back of her 
bra!"

"He didn't!" I said, making fun of her I am sorry to 
say.

"Oh, yes, he did! And then she stood up and let the 
bra fall down her arms, and she took it right off and 
leant over the gentleman who had helped her and hung 
it loosely round his neck. I was close enough to hear 
and she said, 'I won't need this anymore, will I?' 
Then she danced round the stage again in just her 
little panties and her long gloves and her high-heels. 
Oh, she looked so beautiful - and so happy! Her 
breasts were big and firm and bounced so nicely as she 
danced: just the kind of breasts I want to have! Do 
you think I will get breasts as beautiful as that if I 
keep on rubbing cum into them?"

"Of course you will. And if you wear your pretty 
nipple-clamps."

"Oh, do they help too?"

I assured her they did, even though I hadn't the 
slightest idea if it was true.

"And then," she went on, more and more excited as she 
recalled her first vision of on-stage nudity, "she 
knelt down again on the edge of the stage, facing the 
audience this time, and reached out and took the hands 
of two gentlemen in hers. And she put their hands on 
her hips and I could just hear her say, 'Oh, please 
take off my panties! Please!' They were the kind that 
are held up by little bows on the hips, you see."

"The best kind," I assured her.

"So the two gentlemen she had chosen slowly pulled the 
little bows till her panties came apart in their hands 
and of course they wanted to reach out for her, but 
she quickly moved away and rolled across the stage 
keeping her legs together. But then she squatted down 
on the edge of the platform and opened her thighs wide 
so everyone could see her pussy! It was so beautiful! 
Not completely shaved but neatly trimmed so that the 
hair didn't at all hide her cunt-lips or her sweet 
little clitoris. With one hand she waved happily at 
the audience but with two fingers of the other she 
pulled her labia gently apart so everyone could see 
inside. A great cheer went up. Even I couldn't help 
joining in, and clapping enthusiastically: when she 
saw me do that, she looked at me and smiled so 
beautifully. Oh, I admired her so much!"

Her description was making me feel quite aroused. Of 
course I had seen performances like that at 
strip-clubs hundreds of times, but there was something 
so sweet about Haruka's enthusiastic first response to 
the beauty of public nudity ... and of course I knew 
what was about to happen.

"And then ..." she was saying, "oh, _then_ ...! The 
lovely naked lady came down to the front of the stage 
again, and this time straight to our group! She held 
out her hands to us and said, oh so kindly, 'Why don't 
you come and join me?' I was thrilled - well, you can 
imagine. I didn't really know what she was asking us 
to do, but I wanted to do it, whatever it was. Surely 
the others felt the same? I forced myself to look away 
from the lovely lady and glanced at my friends. They 
were covering their faces with their fingers, giggling 
and squealing 'No! No!'. I felt so ashamed of them for 
being so silly, and felt I had to make up for their 
childish behaviour. I turned back to the stage. The 
lady was looking straight into my eyes and there was 
something hypnotic about her gaze. It seemed to be 
saying, 'Come and do what I do! You know you want to 
...' And of course I _did_!

"I stood up and found my way past the chairs and table 
and up the steps onto the stage. She took my hands and 
pulled me towards her. 'I've never ...' I stammered, 
'please tell me what to do ...'

"'Don't worry,' she said in the sweetest possible 
voice, 'everything will be fine!' And there I was 
standing beside her, looking out at the audience, 
while she raised one of my hands in the air and asked 
them to welcome me!"

"So that was you first public strip?" I asked, already 
knowing the answer.

"Yes! Of course I wasn't properly dressed for it as 
she had been. I was wearing quite a nice party dress 
with a short skirt, but nothing glamorous like the 
dress she had worn, and I didn't even have proper 
high-heels on like she had."

She raised one elegant leg and waggled her pretty foot 
to and fro, admiring her impractically high shoe. I 
admired it too. I made a note to spend some time 
sucking her little toes. Many girls can be made to 
giggle helplessly if you tickle and lick the cleavage 
between their toes: it was high time I experimented 
with Haruka's.

"But before I could lose my courage she helped me take 
off my dress ... and there I was standing before a 
cheering audience in just my underwear! It felt 
lovely, but at the same time I was ashamed of my 
boring white bra and panties compared with the pretty 
shiny blue ones she had worn. Well, I knew what to do 
because I had seen her do it! I went and knelt on the 
edge of the stage, facing inwards, and I looked round 
at the gentleman sitting nearest to me, and I lifted 
my hair up out of the way with one hand - it was in a 
long ponytail, you see - and I didn't even have to 
tell him what to do because all at once ... oh, then I 
felt his fingers fiddling with the hooks of my bra, 
and it was falling off! But I wasn't as quick as she 
had been in moving away, and before I could stop him 
his hands were round my front stroking my breasts! 
Ohh! It felt so good! You know how sensitive my 
breasts are and how I just can't control myself when 
someone strokes them ... I found myself leaning back 
in his arms and in another moment I'd have started to 
come and would have begged him to take me! But my new 
friend saw at once what was wrong, took me by one 
elbow and helped me to my feet. So there I was 
standing on stage topless! I flicked my ponytail over 
my back and let everyone see me. It was strange, but 
somehow the eyes of all those gentlemen on me were 
almost as arousing as the hands of the one who'd taken 
my bra off for me!"

"Yes," I murmured, "a lot of girls feel that, the 
first time they go nude for an audience."

"Well, of course I wanted to get rid of my ugly white 
knickers as quickly as possible. I was ashamed of 
them. And I was committed now. I was standing there 
beside the lovely lady who had been so kind to me, and 
she was _beautifully_ nude, and I just _had_ to be 
like her! But I had a problem: I was wearing tights. 
Nice tights, but taking them off wouldn't be very 
elegant and would break the spell, if you see what I 
mean. I suppose that's why real strippers don't wear 
tights - just pretty stockings that stay up. Had you 
noticed that?"

I said I had noticed.

"My new friend and Kazue understood at once, of 
course. Kazue came up on stage - the gentlemen cheered 
her, I expect they thought she was planning to be nude 
for them too - and between them they pulled my tights 
down and off and helped me back into my shoes. Then 
all I had to do was turn my back on the audience while 
I made the best I could of slipping off my knickers. 
And then I was nude!"

Haruka kicked again in her excitement, waving her 
little feet in their pretty tight shoes.

"Nude ... nude ... nude! It felt as if I had wanted to 
be nude before an audience all my life, and had only 
just realised it. It gave me a funny shivery feeling 
all over, just being nude and knowing that all the 
nice gentlemen were looking at me and liking what they 
saw. I danced around the stage to the music and let 
the gentlemen see my pussy and my bottom and - and 
everything!"

"Did they touch you, stroke you?"

"No, not that first time. The music ended, the curtain 
was drawn across, and Kazue helped me into the wings. 
My underwear and tights were lost for ever, of course, 
but she helped me into my dress. It was exciting 
wearing it with nothing underneath: still nude but 
secretly. There was cheering from the audience, and I 
looked back onto the stage. The curtain was open again 
and the lovely nude lady was still there: a gentleman 
was coming up out of the audience to join her and was 
beginning to stroke and fondle her. It was a beautiful 
sight and she looked so happy!

"'Oh, why can't I do that?' I asked Kazue, almost in 
tears.

"'Not this time, dear, but you may next time. I 
promise.'

"'So I may do this again? Please? When? Soon? 
Tomorrow?'

"She laughed and kissed me.

"'And when I'm nude I may let the gentlemen do lovely 
things to me - like he is doing to her? Will you 
promise me that? I want to do it _so_ much!'

"Of course she said yes. She made arrangements with 
the respectful young man and the next evening I 
arrived at the little theatre in good time. I'd been 
looking forward to it all day, I could think about 
nothing but having that lovely shivery feeling again 
... you know, the way I feel when I'm nude and 
gentlemen are looking at me and liking what they see."

"I'm looking at you and I like what I see," I said as 
she paused for a moment. "Does that give you the same 
feeling?"

"Yes - a bit. It's nice. But the more gentlemen there 
are looking at me and wanting me, the nicer it is. Do 
you understand that?"

"Of course. So you arrived at the theatre excited at 
the thought of your first real performance as a 
stripper. How old were you then, by the way?"

"Sixteen. Well, _nearly_ ... I'm sixteen now and that 
was last year, you see. Anyway, they had such a sweet, 
sexy costume ready for me! I was early and they made 
me wait off-stage for quite a long time and it made me 
feel so excited, wanting to perform so much and not 
yet being allowed to! But then at last it was my turn. 
The young man made an announcement saying I was new 
and had never stripped before, but wanted so much to 
let them all see what I could do. Well, _that_ was 
true - after all that waiting in my pretty sexy 
costume I wanted desperately to get nude for them! I 
stripped the way I remembered my new friend doing it, 
and when I was nude at last - oh, it felt _so_ good, 
even better than the time before! - and couldn't bear 
to wait a moment longer I asked the gentlemen to join 
me on stage, and the nice young man made sure they 
took their turns politely. They fondled me and kissed 
me and sucked me, and I sucked them and invited them 
to enter my pussy with their beautiful strong cocks, 
and ... oh, it was wonderful!"

"Did you take them all?"

"Oh, I think so. It would have been such a waste not 
to, don't you think? When I'd worked so hard to make 
them all want me so much?"

She was sprawled against me now with her legs apart, 
wanting me - I was sure - to stroke her pussy. So I 
did. It was full of juice, showing how much her story 
had aroused her with its happy memories. I licked my 
wet fingers, relishing the flavour.

"High time you sat on my face again," I said. "Can't 
let that go to waste."

"Ooh, yes ... how do you want me?"

I arranged myself comfortably on my back on the 
_futon_ with my feet towards the railing of the 
balcony, and as I had expected she squatted over my 
face with her body upright, looking outwards, waving 
her arms joyfully above her head and imagining herself 
showing off to anyone who might be watching. As she no 
doubt did every night at her club when giving her 
youthful nakedness to favoured members of her 
audience. I held her tightly by the waist, opened my 
mouth and clamped my lips over the complex of pussy, 
pee-hole and clitoris. My tongue dug deep into her 
cunt and the accumulated nectar poured slowly into my 
mouth. I gasped as I felt her clever hands begin to 
stroke my erection - she'd better be careful, I 
thought: I don't want to come. That is, I _did_ want 
to come: any man being skilfully stroked by a lovely 
naked sex-kitten like Haruka would want to come, but I 
didn't want to come _yet_. I soon realised though that 
her evening sessions at the strip-club had taught her 
how to bring a lover to the brink and then keep him 
there. There was no reason why we shouldn't both 
remain in this state of near-ecstasy as long as we 
both wanted to. Of course I knew the standard 
procedure in clubs like Haruka's. After getting naked 
and showing herself off in the way she had done at her 
initiation, and had described to me so 
enthusiastically, the stripper would choose a man 
sitting near the edge of the stage and invite him to 
finger her pussy. She would make a big thing of wiping 
his fingers with some kind of cleanser, then open her 
legs wide as she squatted in front of him, throw her 
head back and squeal happily as he thrust in and out. 
Then it would be the turn of some lucky admirer to be 
helped out of his clothes and find himself imprisoned 
between her thighs just as I was now, lapping up her 
delicious cunt-juice while she stroked his cock. The 
final part of the show would be straightforward 
fucking in varied positions, probably with several men 
at once. This would require careful organisation by 
the MC to keep order - I remembered once being at a 
club when control collapsed and an orgy broke out, the 
girl screaming with joy as the audience invaded the 
stage and she was comprehensively gang-raped in all 
her love-holes, other performers being hurriedly 
brought in to manage the overflow. There had been a 
time - it still just about continued when I first came 
to Japan and started exploring the Tokyo sex scene - 
when strippers were no more than that: girls who took 
their clothes off, finally removing their g-strings 
and posing nude at the very end just before the lights 
went down and they hurriedly escaped off-stage. No 
involvement with the audience was permitted. But now, 
thanks to relentless competition between strip-clubs 
and the pressure of demand from the paying public - 
not to mention the girls themselves - full audience 
participation is the norm and the stripping, however 
enjoyable, is just the start of the entertainment. 
Once the girl is nude the real fun begins as she 
shares her beauty with her admirers and happily offers 
herself to be fucked on stage - and often in private 
rooms afterwards where more specialised activities, 
and the equipment required for them, are discreetly 
available. No wonder Haruka was loving her new work 
and looked forward eagerly to her evenings on stage!

Reluctant though I was to stop drinking her 
love-juice - well, it would go on accumulating in her 
cunt and would be waiting for me when I returned to 
it - I pulled my tongue out of her pussy, moved 
slightly forward along the valley of her crotch and 
began to make love to her little clitoris. I could 
hear her cries of triumph as she rode me change almost 
at once to shuddering gasps of near-climax. How sweet 
the clitoris is: the key (well, that's what the word 
means, after all) to the mass of sensitive 
nerve-endings with which a girl's crotch is packed. 
Fucking a lovely, eager girl always makes a man feel a 
hero, but personally I never feel more of a champion 
than when I am teasing her little love-button and am 
fully in control of her ecstatic lust. She is mine 
then, my living breathing sex-toy, and I can do 
absolutely anything to her that I want! If you don't 
include a few minutes of tickling and licking your 
girl's clitoris in your sex sessions you miss some of 
the greatest rewards fucking has to offer.

However I had yet another place of joy to visit before 
being finished with Haruka's sexual control centre. 
Abandoning her love-button, and ignoring her protests, 
I moved my tongue back down her crack till it was in 
position to tease and tickle her arsehole. She had 
admitted coyly to me when I questioned her that she 
was still an anal virgin. Of course she had stroked 
herself there when masturbating, enjoying the strange 
pleasure it gave her, but she had never experimented 
with anal dildos or butt-plugs. Her little love-hole 
was as tight as ever, and the man to whom she one day 
shyly offered her young anal cherry would be a lucky 
man indeed. I swirled the tip of my tongue round the 
pretty rosebud, and pretended to be trying to enter 
it. The squeals of joy I could hear were almost as 
great as those I had inspired by adoring her clitoris. 
After a while I gradually returned to her cunt and 
enjoyed the copious love-juice she had been making for 
me; but it seemed a pity to waste the lubrication of 
her anus. I let go of her with one hand and began to 
stroke her firm bottom, at last succeeding in pressing 
the tip of one finger against her rosebud. With a kind 
of gasp it gave way just enough to allow half of one 
finger-joint to enter before slamming shut again and 
grasping it with a muscular spasm that was almost 
painful. The grip was too tight to allow me to start 
even a slight enter-and-withdraw or rotation rhythm, 
but I had at least given her a hint of the exquisite 
pleasures which her anus was designed both to give and 
receive.

I wrenched my finger free from her arsehole and placed 
both hands firmly round her waist. Pleasuring her as I 
had been doing was almost as enjoyable as being 
pleasured by her - but only almost! My needs were 
becoming urgent. I gave her cunt a last loving kiss, 
then lifted her off my face and twisted her lithe 
little body round till she was lying partly on top of 
me. I could feel her heart beating wildly against my 
chest.

She opened her eyes, looked at me and giggled.

"Your face is all sticky! You _have_ been a greedy 
boy!"

"Of course I have! I've been a greedy boy in a candy 
store!"

"Wait."

There was a box of tissues on the table beside the 
empty oil bottle. She reached across, pulled out a 
handful and started to wipe my face. Then she returned 
to the much more enjoyable business of stroking my 
cock.

"Do you want me now?" she asked with pretend shyness.

"Of course! From behind."

With a happy giggle she scrambled quickly into 
position on her hands and knees, the bells attached to 
her breasts swaying and tinkling as she offered me her 
firm bottom. I held her thighs and pulled her onto me 
as I penetrated deeply into her juicy cunt. As I 
thrust in and out I was tempted to move that tiny 
distance up from one heaven to the next and mount an 
assault on her arsehole. After all her stimulation my 
erection was rock-hard and I was confident I would be 
able to burst through her anal defences without 
trouble. But no: the surrender of that virginity must 
not be a sudden shock, it had to be prepared in the 
tenderest and most loving way possible. The final 
penetration of the tiny hole would still be a glorious 
rape but the flaming pain must be inseparable in her 
mind from the loving tenderness so that future 
conquests of her anus would always be the ultimate 
marriage of agony and delight - the two blending so 
that they became inextricably the same thing. That, I 
knew, was how the beauty of feminine masochism came to 
full bloom. So I restrained myself: but even thinking 
about it stimulated me so that a mere twenty or so 
strokes in and out of her pussy brought me to orgasm 
and I collapsed on top of her, joining her in great 
gasps and spasms of ecstasy.

"Oh, that was lovely," she said as her heartbeat 
gradually returned to normal, "you are so clever! 
Thank you!"

"I enjoyed it too," I said.

This - although true - was perhaps going a little too 
far. Japanese girls are not accustomed to such praise 
from men: it disconcerts them and may even spoil the 
sweet submissiveness of their natures. But they soon 
learn that _gaijin_ are very peculiar.

She scrambled to her feet.

"If you don't mind, I'll go and take a shower now," 
she said. She unclipped the metal clamps from her 
breasts and placed them neatly in my hand with a 
little bend of the knees, a sort of half-curtsey. 
"Thank you very much for these! I wonder - when I come 
back, will you have any ... you know ... other, er, 
toys for me to play with?"

Without waiting for an answer she walked towards the 
sliding door into the living-room. As she went she 
gathered her long hair in one hand and tossed it over 
her shoulder. It was a pretty gesture - she knew it 
was pretty, I had seen her do it when nude on stage. 
She took little steps in her high-heels, holding 
herself very upright. The movement made her bottom 
wiggle delightfully. I began to regret that I had not, 
after all, raped her arsehole while I had the 
opportunity. Had she perhaps been half expecting me 
to? As she stepped over the threshold into the 
living-room, Haruka glanced back over her shoulder and 
gave me a charming look of wide-eyed innocence, the 
tip of one finger between her lips. She understood 
very well, she seemed to be saying, how I was lusting 
after her virginal bottom and, while pretending not to 
understand why, was enjoying the way it provoked me.

It is possible, I thought, to be too careful about how 
one introduces a young girl to each new sexual 
experience, worrying that too abrupt an initiation 
might upset her and put her off something you want her 
to enjoy. At Haruka's age a girl should be a seething 
mass of unfocussed sexual desire behind a facade of 
virginal innocence. Every technique - every 
experience - from simple cock-sucking through 
arse-fucking to the most sophisticated and skilfully 
applied masochistic agony, is part of the mix. 
Techniques she has not yet encountered are not unknown 
mysteries: deep down in her bursting sensuality they 
are already there, already part of her unconscious 
heritage as a sexual being. It is my mission, as I 
develop young girls' sexuality, to tap these ancient 
wells of ecstasy and channel them up from her 
unconscious to her conscious awareness, so that they 
become entirely natural parts of her daily sexual 
performance.

Never mind fucking Haruka's arse: the opportunity had 
passed but others would come soon enough. She wanted 
it without knowing she wanted it. But I had today 
taken the first step in revealing to her the secret 
delights of exquisite pain. The simple nipple-clamps 
had been a great success. I must move on swiftly to 
more elaborate forms of orgasmic agony. I keep my more 
sophisticated equipment - whipping-frames, electrical 
stimulation devices, fucking-machines and the like - 
in my secret torture-chamber on the upper floor. It 
has a combination lock and is sound-proofed, so girls 
cannot escape and may scream as much as they (and I) 
like. But while I am happy for a girl to know that 
this private paradise exists - and I am about to 
describe the little trap I had laid for Haruka - I 
like to set aside plenty of time for her first real 
introduction to it. Meanwhile I kept a few simple 
instruments in a discreet closet in the main 
living-room, so as to have them handy to use on girls 
who, like Haruka, visited me for some straightforward 
downstairs fucking. It was time to make a selection 
while she was busy in the bathroom. I was still 
holding the nipple-clamps with their little bells 
which she had temporarily removed: I placed them 
reverently on the centre of the low table. 
Day-dreaming about her sweet arsehole had given me an 
idea and from the drawer where I kept smaller items 
for decorating girls' bodies I dug out another little 
implement which had been designed to form part of a 
set with the clamps and added it to the display. On 
either side I laid out some neatly coiled whips and a 
couple of thin, flexible canes sheathed in black 
leather. I completed the arrangement with a pair of 
leather wrist-cuffs and a matching collar, their long 
chains already attached.

All I had to do then was wait. The bathroom was off 
the main bedroom on the upper floor, but I could just 
hear the shower running. I noted with a mixture of 
amusement and affection that she had left her pretty 
high-heels neatly at the bottom of the curved 
open-tread staircase. I picked up one shoe and 
examined it. How small it was, and how elegantly the 
profile of the sole supported the curve of her little 
foot as the long slim heel forced her to stand and 
walk on her highest tiptoes! It was still warm and 
slightly damp from intimate contact with the foot it 
had been clasping and decorating. I smelt it gently 
and felt my cock twitch in sympathy with the sensuous 
aroma. Yes, it was high time I devoted a session to 
sucking Haruka's sweet toes and perhaps teaching her 
the refined art of stroking a lover's cock with her 
feet [7].

The shower had stopped, and soon I heard the bedroom 
door open onto the upper corridor. I put the shoe back 
where she had left it and waited. I could imagine her 
walking naked, noiseless on her bare feet, along the 
carpeted corridor towards the stairs. She seemed to be 
taking rather a long time. Yes, female curiosity had 
won again, I thought. So often it leads a girl into 
sexual adventures which may frighten her at first, but 
from which she finds she does not want to retreat. At 
last I saw her begin to descend the stairs. She stood 
on the last step, a vision of virginal innocence in 
her fresh, unadorned nakedness. Then she came down the 
last step, put on her pretty sparkling high-heels, and 
posed - a vision now of extremely _un_innocent beauty 
and promise. On the whole I liked that one better [8].

When I took her in my arms she seemed willing enough 
to be kissed and fondled, but somehow a little 
preoccupied. After the first minute or two of 
pleasure, I pulled away slightly and looked at her 
curiously.

"I, er ... that is ... upstairs ..." she began.

"Yes?"

"There's a room upstairs," she said, her curiosity 
overcoming her embarrassment. "A room I hadn't seen 
before. I, er ... that is, I looked inside for a 
moment -"

"Oh, no!" I said, trying to sound sincere. "I didn't 
leave it unlocked, did I? I really shouldn't have done 
that - and _you_ shouldn't have gone in there!"

"Shouldn't I?" she asked, her big eyes all innocence.

"Well, for one thing, the door might have locked 
itself behind you," I said, still trying to act 
sincere and hoping she would not guess that I had left 
the lock latched open so that she could safely give 
full rein to her curiosity. "You wouldn't have known 
how to get out. You might have been trapped there for 
ages. The room's sound-proofed, you see."

"Is it? Why?"

"Well, it wouldn't do if the neighbours heard girls 
screaming, would it?"

"Do girls scream in there? Why?" she asked, already 
guessing the answer but looking even more innocent 
than before.

"A _lot_. As much as they like. Or as much as _I_ 
like," I went on, taking her firmly in my arms again 
and tickling her bottom with my fingernails in a way 
which I hoped might give her a tiny hint of the sort 
of things that made girls scream so beautifully and 
satisfyingly.

She felt the need to change the subject and pulled 
away from me.

"May I have my nipple-clamps again?"

"Of course. They're on the table."

She picked them up and brought them to me.

"Will you put them on for me?" she asked coquettishly. 
"They feel even nicer when you do it."

That is an invitation I can never refuse. Especially 
when the girl making it is young, beautiful and nude 
apart from her heels. I took the clamps from her one 
by one, stroked her nipples to full erection, and 
slowly allowed the sharp teeth of the little 
implements to bite lusciously into her breasts.

"Ahh ..." she said happily. Then, "What's this?"

"It's part of the set," I said vaguely.

"Yes, but where does it go?"

"Well," I said teasingly, "it's too small to be held 
in your mouth or your cunt, so ..."

"You mean ... ooh, how lovely! ... will you, er ... 
insert it for me?"

"There's some oil left in the bottle."

Cooing with pleasure she squeezed out a few drops onto 
the fingers of her right hand and reached round till 
she could caress her anus and gradually push her 
fingers, one by one, a little way inside to lubricate 
the tight passage. She had obviously done something of 
the kind often enough during her masturbation 
sessions. I stood watching her, unable to take my eyes 
off the pretty sight, and stroking the anal dildo 
waiting patiently to be inserted. It was about twenty 
centimetres long and consisted of a slim flexible 
finger, tapering towards the tip and joining a series 
of perfect spheres. At the thicker end was a little 
cross-bar designed to fit snugly along the crack in 
her arse and stop the dildo penetrating further than 
it should. Two chains ending in silver bells, matching 
those already dangling from her nipple-clamps, were 
attached to the cross-bar. The elegant instrument 
would not only feel wonderful inside her, its little 
bells would look very pretty. All I had to do was 
insert it.

"Take your hand away and lean forward," I instructed 
her.

Her upper body horizontal and the bells swaying from 
her breasts, Haruka bent over, supporting herself with 
her hands on the low table. I gently pressed the slim 
tip of the dildo against her rosebud. She flinched but 
then controlled herself and held steady, offering her 
anus to her new lover's approach.

 "Oh! Ohh - _ohh_!" she said, as the first sphere 
pushed its way through her lubricated anus. The 
rosebud emitted an audible sucking sound.

I paused for a moment.

"All right?"

"Oh, yes - _yes_!"

Twisting the dildo gently to help its progress, I 
moved it further in and eased the second sphere into 
her passage. There was an audible gasp but no 
complaint, so I continued without pause till all the 
spheres were in place and the cross-bar fitted snugly 
between her buttocks. I had been holding the bells in 
the palm of my hand while my fingers continued their 
delicate operation, but now I let them dangle freely. 
In her leaning position they tenderly caressed her 
cunt.

She stood up slowly, the bells now swaying between her 
legs matching those hanging from her breasts. All four 
of them tinkling prettily, she moved quickly to the 
big wheeled mirror I kept in a corner of the 
living-room, twisting to and fro as she examined her 
newly enhanced beauty.

"It seems ... somehow it seems to be moving inside 
me!" she said.

I did not explain, but the spheres inside her were not 
solid but thin shells, each holding a steel ball small 
enough to vibrate at every movement she made, 
transmitting its energy through the shell to the wall 
of her anal passage. Called _benwa_ balls in Japanese, 
these toys have been known in the Far East for 
centuries and can be used in either the cunt or the 
anus - or both at once. They require of course no 
batteries and can be worn indefinitely, providing an 
endless source of pleasure - secretly, unless the user 
is so stimulated that she gives herself away.

"May I wear it always?" Haruka asked, turning back to 
me and clasping her hands pleadingly.

"Of course. It's flexible enough to bend as you move, 
and it matches the nipple-clamps."

"Oh, you are so kind to me! I'll _never_ take it out 
... except when of course ..."

She giggled naughtily. The set had been a present from 
my friend Fujiko who worked as a salesgirl in a 
Shinjuku sex-equipment shop called Restraint. She had 
suggested that my "little girls", as she called them, 
would find it stimulating. I didn't mind saying 
farewell to her present: it was high time I called on 
Fujiko again. She probably had many ingenious new 
torture devices to show me, which she could borrow 
from stock so that we could spend a happy evening 
together trying them out. Fujiko's uncomplicated 
delight in skilfully applied pain was as endless as my 
pleasure in giving it to her.

"Let's go and sit down," said Haruka, "I have 
something to ask you about. If I _can_ sit down, that 
is!"

"I don't think you'll be sitting down much," I said, 
trying to look serious, "if you go to your club 
wearing _that_."

"Oooh!" she said with a seraphic smile, as the 
implication of what I had said sank in.

"But if you want to, you'd be more comfortable without 
the bells. Bend over again."

She obeyed at once, and I unhooked the little chains 
from the cross-bar of her anal plug. Before she could 
stand up again I gave her plump buttocks a friendly 
smack. I enjoyed the way my hands bounced off the firm 
curved flesh. So did she. When she was upright again, 
I attached the bells to her nipple-clamps. There were 
holes to receive the hooks in each leg of the little 
pincers, and now she was prettily decorated with two 
bells swaying and tinkling from each breast. She stood 
on tiptoe and kissed me, then took my hands and pulled 
me over to the couch. Just to see what it felt like, 
she first sat correctly, knees together, her bottom 
neatly placed on one black leather cushion. She let 
out a little murmur of pleasure; then shifted position 
so that she was taking the weight on one buttock only 
and leaning against me, her legs sexily crossed and 
one foot swinging.

"That room upstairs," she began shyly, her eyes fixed 
on her high-heeled shoe as it moved up and down, 
"there were things inside ..."

I said nothing, but tried to look severe.

"There was a sort of metal frame, with chains and 
leather straps hanging from it ..."

"Yes. It is for fixing girls to. So that they can't 
escape when I punish them."

"Oh ... I guessed so ... Will you -" I could tell she 
was about to say, "fix me to it and punish me", but 
suddenly she changed direction "- I've seen frames 
like that before."

"Have you now. Where?"

"In a club where I worked."

"I didn't know you worked in more than one club."

Her gaze shifted from her shoe to my erect cock. She 
took it in one hand and began to stroke it gently. She 
seemed to want to put me in a good mood. Well, I 
already was of course.

"One evening ... when I reported for duty at my 
strip-club, the manager asked if I would work a 
session at another club instead. He called it a 
hostess club. A nude one, he said. It was part of the 
same group, but not a strip-club, because ... well, 
because the girls were nude anyway, so didn't need to 
strip!" For the first time she looked up at my face, 
and giggled delightfully. "One of the girls who worked 
there had called in sick - her _Anne no hi_ [9] had 
come early - and he asked me if I would stand in for 
her, the early evening shift, six till nine."

"So you agreed."

"Well, of course!"

Clever of the manager, I thought, to get Haruka to 
agree to move up a stage in her experience of the sex 
industry by appealing to her loyalty to her employer. 
Though he need not really have bothered - anything 
which meant tempting men by flaunting her nudity met 
with Haruka's complete approval. She was tempting me 
very effectively just now.

"I think," I said carefully, "if you are going to tell 
me about your experience in the nude hostess club you 
should stop stroking my cock. Just for a while. The 
two things together may be too much for me. I might 
come in your hand, which would be a waste, don't you 
think?"

"Would you like to come somewhere else?" she asked 
innocently.

"Yes. Very much. But I also want to hear about your 
hostess club. You said they had whipping-frames 
there."

"I didn't know what they were, of course," she said, 
still holding my cock but no longer stroking it. "I 
asked one of the other girls and she told me how a 
girl could be tied completely helpless into a frame, 
while the gentlemen took turns to whip her. She asked 
me if I enjoyed being whipped. I had to admit that I'd 
never experienced it. I said I wasn't sure I'd like 
it. But, do you know, even though I had no idea what 
it would feel like there was something inside me 
telling me that I'd love it and really, really wanted 
it. Just like before a boy put his cock in my pussy 
the first time. Even though I didn't know what it 
would be like I still knew it would be lovely and I 
wanted it. Does that sound strange?"

"Of course not. Being whipped is one of the most 
beautiful experiences a girl can have. I'm glad you're 
already looking forward to it."

"Will _you_ whip me, and show me how beautiful it is? 
I'd really, really like that. Now?"

"Later perhaps. Go on with your story."

"Please don't make me wait long. Now that I know about 
it, my bottom is ... I don't know ... sort of tingling 
with excitement. Or do you think that's the nice thing 
you put in there?"

"Both, I expect. But go on."

"Well, I think the other girl guessed what I was 
feeling. I plucked up my courage and asked if we would 
be whipped that evening. She said probably not: the 
six-to-nine shift was too early and there wouldn't be 
many gentlemen there. But on the later shift ..."

"I can imagine. But what did happen on your shift?"

"Well, I served the gentlemen drinks, of course, and 
sometimes they asked me to suck them so I did that ... 
you know, I'm so glad I'd already had all that 
experience at the strip-club. It felt so natural and 
nice to be nude when I was serving the gentlemen. I 
was a bit shy that very first time I was nude in 
public - but of course I had my friend Kazue to help 
me and the other girl who was already on stage, so I 
soon got over that, and when I saw how much the 
gentlemen in the audience liked what I did and 
appreciated me and made me feel I'd done well - after 
that, being nude for them was what I wanted to do most 
in all the world!"

"Did the gentlemen ask to fuck you properly or was 
being sucked enough?"

"Oh, two or three did, of course," said Haruka airily. 
"There were places arranged for us to make love 
comfortably. It's a very elegant club."

"Have you been back since?"

"Well, actually ... I was going to tell you, but we've 
been so busy today ..."

"You're going again this evening?"

"Yes! How did you guess?"

"For the nine-to-midnight shift this time?" She 
nodded, her eyes sparkling. "You'll enjoy that."

"When I looked inside that room upstairs," she said, 
choosing her words carefully, "as well as the, you 
know, frame, there was something else."

I just looked at her. I knew what she was referring 
to, of course, but I had no intention of helping her: 
I wanted to hear her describe it.

"It was a sort of machine ... with a big metal arm 
sticking out over a low table. And there was a, you 
know -" she giggled prettily "- a vibrator or a dildo 
or whatever you call it fixed to the end of the arm. A 
very big fat one."

"Oh yes," I said, trying to sound casual, "that's a 
fucking machine."

She gazed at me, her mouth open and her eyes wide, 
obviously considering what a machine like that might 
mean for her.

"Did you see the leather straps fixed to the table?" I 
asked, helping her out at last. "They're for a girl's 
arms and legs and so on, so that she can be held there 
and can't move at all."

"And then the machine ..."

"That's right."

"Oh, may I try it? Now? Please ... _please_?"

Her hand was stroking my cock again. I don't know if 
she was doing it deliberately or if it was just an 
automatic response to the idea of being strapped to 
the table, the helpless victim of the tireless 
machine. Whatever the reason, she was bringing me 
dangerously close to climax.

"Something else first," I said firmly. "Back to the 
_futon_. On the balcony. I want you on hands and 
knees. Submissive."

"Ooh, yes, yes!" she said, jumping up eagerly. "Then I 
can pretend _you_ are the machine!"

I didn't have the machine's endless stamina, of 
course - especially after what she had been doing to 
me. But when she had taken up position on the _futon_, 
shivering slightly in the cool evening air out on the 
balcony, and had squealed happily as I spanked her 
firm bottom a few times, I seized her thighs trying to 
pretend that my hands were the leather straps waiting 
for her in the torture-chamber and entered her in a 
single thrust. It didn't last long, of course, but her 
lust to be taken was as urgent as my desire to fuck 
her and we came together in the most satisfying way.

"Now," said Haruka, as we lay in each other's arms and 
breathing and heartbeats had returned to something 
like normal, "will you take me upstairs and strap me 
into your fucking machine?"

"No," I said firmly, "not yet."

"Well, what about tying me into your whipping frame 
and punishing me?"

"No, not that either. Not yet."

"But when, when? I _must_ have it! I must learn what 
it's like! Surely you can see that?"

There were real tears spilling from her eyes and 
trickling down her cheeks now. I very nearly gave way. 
There is something so irresistible about a beautiful 
nude girl in tears, especially when she is imploring 
you to whip her and torture her.

"Listen," I said, somehow managing to resist her, "I 
know you want it. I want to do it to you. But when I 
take you into my torture-chamber I'll need plenty of 
time. You have to leave for your hostess club in what? 
Another hour?"

"Yes! But that's just why you must teach me about 
being whipped now so that I'll know what it's like! 
How to behave and so on! The other girls told me there 
was sure to be whipping in the late session and I do 
so want to be good at it!"

"You'll be very good at it whatever I do."

"But I don't want to be an ignorant beginner who's 
never been whipped before. Surely the gentlemen won't 
like that?"

"On the contrary, I assure you that's _exactly_ what 
they'll like. Every man dreams of whipping a girl for 
the first time, and hearing her beg for mercy."

She thought for a moment.

"If you show me first what it's like, then I can 
_pretend_ to be a beginner. You know, completely 
innocent. If that's what the gentlemen like. But I can 
pretend better if I really know already ..."

I kissed her, relishing the salty taste of her tears. 
So lovely, I thought: only sixteen and already fully 
grasping the principles of sexual teasing, of how the 
provoking stimulation of prettily assumed innocence 
can inflame male lust twice as fiercely as the real 
thing. Oh, I do love Japanese girls!

"I promise," I said seriously, "to give you a full 
session upstairs very soon. Tied up, whipped, tortured 
to endless orgasm - everything you've ever dreamed of 
and lots of things you've never even imagined. But I 
refuse to spoil it for both of us by rushing it."

"When?" she asked. "Tomorrow?"

"All right. Tomorrow. I think I have another girl 
coming to see me but she can join in. You can take 
turns."

For a moment she was about to object, but then began 
to see the erotic possibilities of working with 
another girl.

"Ooh! Can I whip her?"

"Of course. And she'll whip you. You'll enjoy that, 
and so shall I. But what I can do, before you leave 
tonight, is give you a little taste of the whip. Not 
upstairs, and not with the really cruel instruments, 
but just a taste."

She scrambled to her feet at once.

"Yes! Oh, yes please! Where? Out here?"

"Go and have a wash. Then join me in the living-room. 
Just heels. I'll have the other things ready for you."

She ran off to the stairs and made for the bathroom 
again, glancing invitingly at me over her shoulder as 
she went and wriggling her hips provocatively in 
response to the vibration of the _benwa_ balls snug 
and deep in her anal love-hole. Left alone, I sorted 
affectionately through the whips and canes already 
laid out on the low table and added others from the 
closet where I kept them. It was good to recall the 
happiness these long strips of leather and cord, and 
slender slips of bamboo and birch, had given to so 
many girls, encircling their hips and lovingly 
caressing their breasts under my direction. I picked 
up one of my - and my girls' - favourites: a long 
handle from which budded many strands of thin whipcord 
embellished with hard little knots and, just 
occasionally, tiny metal prickles which added 
brilliant stars of sharp agony to the stimulation of 
the lashes. The deeply ridged handle was designed to 
slide into the victim's gasping arsehole whenever I 
needed a pause, making it possible to turn her into a 
pony-girl involuntarily flicking her bushy tail as she 
thanked me by nuzzling me and sucking my erection. 
What fun girls and I had enjoyed with this clever 
instrument! Haruka would love it, I thought. But she 
was due at her hostess club in an hour or so, and her 
clients would not thank me if she appeared before them 
with the pure ivory satin of her virginal arse already 
marked by the caress and bite of the whip. How it 
would look when _they_ had finished with her - now 
that was another matter! Reluctantly I coiled the 
beautiful instrument and put it away again. There were 
after all others, their smooth leather strips designed 
to create only a pretty pink blush which would make 
her arse even more appetising.

"Are those for me?" a breathy little voice murmured as 
arms encircled me and hands reached for my erect cock.

"Yes, darling," I said without turning round. "Just 
gentle, introductory whips. The really advanced ones 
are upstairs in the torture-chamber."

"Ooh! When do we begin?"

"Now. Give me your hands."

Swiftly I strapped the black leather cuffs round her 
wrists and locked the D-rings together. Then I knelt 
on the carpet and fitted cuffs to her ankles, joining 
them by a slender chain about sixty centimetres long.

"May I ... may I keep my clamps on?" she asked in a 
breathy little voice.

"Of course."

"Will you tighten them for me?"

I fiddled with the little decorations, enjoying the 
almost silent "aaah!" with which she welcomed the 
increased bite of the sharp teeth. In fact she had 
already adjusted the springs to something close to 
full strength. As I held her breasts in position I 
could feel her rapid heartbeat.

"Over there," I said, indicating the black leather 
armchair. "Kneeling. Arse towards me."

The little bells hanging two from each nipple tinkled 
prettily as she ran to take up position. I walked 
round to the back of the chair and pulled her bound 
hands sharply down. She twisted her head to one side 
as her face was pressed against the soft leather. Of 
course I would have preferred to suspend her by her 
wrists from an overhead hook, or arrange her over a 
padded horse of the kind used in a school gymnasium, 
but this was to be only an introduction, a first 
teasing taste of what would from now on be an 
essential part of Haruka's expanding sensuality. She 
would hold her position without needing to be 
restrained. I was sure of that. And in future being 
helplessly bound to whipping-frames and other 
equipment would be an extra layer of joy for her, as 
she played the part of a girl cruelly forced to endure 
a torment from which in reality she had no wish to 
escape.

I glanced at my watch. She would have to leave soon if 
she was to be at her club in good time. I decided to 
risk leaving the anal dildo in position: I would be 
doing no more than stimulate her round bottom and the 
teasing movement of the _benwa_ balls would add to her 
pleasure. I picked up the whip I had prepared for her 
and ran the long smooth leather strips through my 
fingers. I did not ask if she was ready to receive it 
- I knew she was. I stood to one side of the armchair, 
raised the lashes and brought them down onto her 
waiting arse: hard but knowing that I, and the whip, 
had more energy in reserve. I gave her about twenty 
strokes in a slow rhythm, gradually increasing their 
power and towards the end introducing a little 
variation by allowing the lashes to wander as they 
wished up over her back and down her thighs. As always 
the random pattern of the lashes on her skin added to 
the beauty of the experience I was sharing with her. I 
finished off with two strokes at maximum strength, 
scattering the lashes over the pink glow of her 
bottom.

I walked round to where her head was hanging over the 
back of the armchair and lifted it gently with the 
whip-handle under her chin. Her eyes were closed and 
she was breathing fast. At last she returned to 
something like normal, smiled, stretched as well as 
she could with her wrists bound, and opened her eyes.

"Was that good?" I asked.

I already knew the answer of course. She let out a 
sound that was half-way between a moan and a purr, and 
at last managed to speak.

"More, please - more!" she murmured. "_Please_ don't 
stop!"

"That's enough for now," I said firmly.

I coiled the whip neatly and put it back on the low 
table. Then I unbuckled the cuffs constraining her 
wrists and ankles. As I did so I gently stroked her 
pink bottom, enjoying the way she flinched and 
trembled. Then I picked her up, carried her to the 
couch and arranged her on her side with her head on my 
lap. I allowed her to go on enjoying her 
nipple-clamps.

"You will do it to me more, won't you?" she asked at 
last, looking up at me pleadingly.

"Of course. Tomorrow."

"Not now?"

"Be sensible, Haruka. You are due at your club in 
half-an-hour."

"Yes, I suppose I must get ready," she said, but did 
not move. "Lots and lots tomorrow? I'm free all day!" 
she added anxiously.

"Of course."

"Upstairs, in your special room?"

"Yes, you're ready for that now."

She let out a long happy sigh.

"I want to ask you about something," she said 
seriously. "When you started whipping me ... it was 
wonderful of course, I never wanted it to stop ... and 
something woke up inside me. That's the only way I can 
describe it. It was if there was a little ... I don't 
know ... spirit inside me saying, 'I've been waiting 
for you to do that! And now you have I'll never let 
you stop!' And of course I don't want to stop! Never, 
never!"

I stroked her breasts, playing with the little chains 
dangling from her clamps.

"A little _oni_," I suggested. "A devil."

"That's right! A cute little _oni-chan_! He's in 
charge now, making me do the things we both love best 
... Do other girls have that?"

"Oh, yes. At least the girls I like to fuck do. And 
he's not the only one, is he?"

"No! How did you guess? I've only just begun to 
understand this, but every time I discover something 
new about sex a little _oni_ wakes up and starts 
telling me to do it more ... the first time I was nude 
before an audience, and the first time I was fucked on 
stage, of course it felt so wonderful I wanted to do 
it again and again, and I thought it was as simple as 
that, just loving it and wanting it, but I can see 
now! There's a little devil there saying 'I'm in 
charge of that, and you'll do what I tell you!' Ooh, I 
love all my little devils, they're so good to me."

"There are more of them waiting for you. You know 
that, don't you?"

"You mean ...?"

"Every time you learn something new, another little 
devil will come alive and demand that you do it for 
him again and again."

"How wonderful!" She thought for a moment. "Are there 
many more things for me to learn? Many more cute 
little _oni-chan_ waiting to be woken up?"

"Oh, yes."

"You will teach me, won't you? Whatever they are?"

"Sure. Starting tomorrow. But now it's time for you to 
get ready for your hostess club."

She began to stand up.

"I suppose so. At least I can be nude again there. And 
enjoy knowing that the men's cocks are all getting 
stronger and harder and wanting me more and more ..."

"And taking you, of course."

"Of _course_! If they ask me ..."

"And who knows? You may learn something new there. 
Something I haven't taught you yet."

She giggled in that specially delightful way she has 
when she is thinking about sex, and stood up. Without 
any prompting from me she removed her nipple-clamps 
and placed them on the table. She bent over and I knew 
she wanted me to remove the probe from her anus, which 
I did slowly enjoying her gasps of pleasure as each of 
the multiple spheres popped out through her rosebud. 
One day, I thought ... Then she made swiftly for the 
staircase and her last trip to the bathroom. I 
followed more slowly, enjoying the fluid grace of her 
legs and hips ahead of me, and dressed in my bedroom 
while she was busy washing.

She came out of the bathroom, stepped into her heels 
again, and picked up the clothes she had abandoned 
immediately on arriving at my apartment some hours 
ago. She slid the denim miniskirt with frayed hem 
elegantly up her legs and hips, then pulled the 
cropped sleeveless top over her head. She had been 
wearing no bra when she came and the thin cloth showed 
the shape of her erect nipples. This time she didn't 
bother with panties either: perhaps she preferred the 
direct contact of the rough denim against her freshly 
whipped and sensitised bottom.

"How are you planning to get there?" I asked.

"Oh, it's only a few stops on the subway," she replied 
casually.

"Yes, but dressed like that you may never get there. 
I'd better drive you."

She didn't argue. I was sorry in a way to deprive her 
of the pleasure of being groped on the subway train 
but with her aroused sexuality on a knife-edge she 
might not be able to resist the whispered invitations 
to accompany her admirers to a love-hotel - or even 
just to a secluded spot up some side-street - and it 
would be a black mark against her at her club if she 
arrived seriously late for duty.

I accompanied her into the elevator and she wriggled 
provocatively against me as we descended to the 
basement garage. I unlocked the car and she slid into 
the passenger seat. It was, as she said, only a short 
distance to the hostess club and I pulled up by the 
staff entrance with fifteen minutes to spare.

"Have a good time," I said as she scrambled out onto 
the kerb. "Tell me all about it when you get back."

A couple of men stopped and looked at her 
appreciatively. She glanced back over her shoulder 
with a coyly inviting smile, then disappeared through 
the doorway.


FOOTNOTES

[6] Pin-up or glamour shots of pretty girls posing in 
swimsuits or as the most innocent of soft-core nudes 
are known in Japanese as _gurabia_ or "gravure" 
photography, a word originally used to describe a 
printing process. A "gravure idol" is known as a 
_guradoru_ or "gradol" and is officially referred to 
as an amateur to conceal any suggestion that she might 
have been paid for her work. It is a big moment in a 
girl's career when she becomes eighteen, or can pass 
for it, and shyly removing her bra and panties 
displays her sexual skills in her first real fuck 
video. Her studio will trumpet the news that a popular 
amateur "gradol" is at last offering herself as an AV 
or adult video actress. - B W

[7] The original film version of _Lolita_ opens with a 
lengthy close-up shot in which James Mason, as 
Humbert, gently paints Sue Lyons's toenails - a scene 
which still packs a definite erotic punch for those 
who have taken the trouble to cultivate a proper 
fetish for pretty feminine feet. - B W

[8] "High heels may well be the most potent 
aphrodisiac ever concocted," says Dr William A Rossi, 
in The Sex Life of the Foot and Shoe (1976; new 
edition 1993). Clearly a girl in heels inspires lust 
in the viewer because her legs are lengthened and made 
more shapely, and because she is forced into a stance 
which pushes forward her hips and breasts. The hint of 
imprisonment, of being unable to escape even if she 
wishes to, adds to the pleasure her appearance gives 
the observer. But heels also have an aphrodisiac 
effect on the girl who wears them. When a girl 
approaches climax she often experiences an involuntary 
contraction of the calf muscles which causes her to 
point her toes. Whether she is aware of it or not, 
standing on tiptoe can induce a sensation of imminent 
orgasm, which stimulates the pleasure centres of her 
brain and enhances the desire for sex. - B W

[9] _Anne no hi_ or "Anne's day" is a Japanese girl's 
term for her period. It is a slightly old-fashioned 
expression and I was surprised to hear a young girl 
like Haruka use it. It comes from Anne Frank's 
description of her first period in her _Diary_. - B W


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