Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 6 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: MMFf, bd, tort, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 06

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER VI

Fumie and her Fiance

So as Haruka lay in the mechanical arms of her 
tireless lover, lost in a private heaven of her 
own, I met Fumie at the door of my apartment. She 
was wearing a wide miniskirt in pale green and a 
crisp white blouse, both of which she removed as 
soon as the door was shut. Underneath she wore no 
bra, only pretty lacy panties.

"I was nearly picked up on the subway," she said 
casually. "If your plan doesn't work and the 
fiance still won't satisfy me, I may have to make 
that part of my daily routine."

"Tell me which train you take," I said.

She smiled at the compliment and made for the 
stairs.

"Fumie," I said, "I think you've forgotten 
something ..."

She quickly removed her panties and added them to 
the blouse and skirt neatly folded on the arm of 
a chair, posed coquettishly at the foot of the 
stairs, then scampered on ahead of me.

"Are these shoes all right?" she asked as I 
caught her up at the door to the torture-chamber.

"Fine," I said.

They were smart high-heels, noticeably taller 
than the shoes she normally wore with her OL 
uniform. I could have insisted on tight fetish 
shoes with 15-centimetre heels but decided the 
fiance should be introduced in stages to the 
finer points of sado-masochism. I opened the door 
and stood aside as she entered.

"Where shall I ..."

Then she noticed Haruka lying under her blanket 
as the huge drill twisted and hammered in her 
cunt.

"Never mind her," I said. "I told you I had a 
pupil. She won't interfere. She's happy on her 
own."

"Lucky girl!" said Fumie.

"Now, I think for his first sight of you we want 
something simple. No whipping-frame. Just a 
moment while I tie your hands."

I took a pair of steel cuffs from the instrument 
table. She held out her hands to me and I locked 
them round her wrists, then joined them with a 
short chain between their D-rings. I pressed a 
control and a hook descended from the ceiling. 
Soon she was suspended gracefully by her wrists, 
the cuffs and chain glittering in the spotlights, 
her long legs elegantly balanced on her heels, 
her head back and her hair cascading down towards 
her bottom. I looked at the clock.

"He'll be here in less than twenty minutes. I 
think we should start, don't you? Get you in the 
mood?"

"Yes," she murmured. "Yes please."

I picked up a simple cat of nine leather strips, 
then thought better of it. That would do for him 
- a beginner. Instead I chose an instrument with 
multiple strands of thin whipcord, some with hard 
knots along their length. The knotted strands 
were a bright red while the others were black: I 
knew how beautiful the combination would look 
scattered randomly across her quivering flesh. 
Whipping a girl should if possible be an 
aesthetic as well as an erotic experience. [12] 
I stood in front of her, postponing for the 
moment the pleasure of working on her arse. I 
flicked the lashes lightly over her thighs, her 
tummy, her breasts and then her thighs again, 
tickling her lightly, just a gentle teasing. 
Under the bright lights shining on her I could 
see her shiver and break into goose-bumps. Then 
without any warning I slashed the whip down hard 
over her stomach: once, twice, and then returned 
to my gentle teasing while she screamed and 
begged - for more? for mercy? At that early stage 
of a whipping session a girl doesn't know herself 
which she wants and nor do I. I paused for a 
moment to enjoy her helpless pleading, then 
settled down to whip her steadily and hard, all 
the way from her knees to her breasts and down 
again. Another pause; and then it was time to 
pleasure her back and bottom.

I adjusted the ceiling hook so as to stretch her 
a little more and force her upwards, her heels 
lifted a little off the floor. Now she would 
dance for me prettily on the tips of her toes as 
the whip swung her to and fro. I walked round to 
her back. I hung the long whip from my right 
wrist by the loop in the handle and used both 
hands to push her head gently forward till her 
chin rested on her breast. I gathered her long 
hair together, twisted it into a loose braid and 
let it tumble down her front. Time was short now 
but I couldn't resist running my hands lightly 
down her ivory back and then caressing her 
exquisite bottom. She moaned lightly in a mixture 
of pleasure and protest at being made to wait: 
yes, she was now clearly begging for more of the 
whip's sweet torment.

I slipped the loop off my wrist and took up 
position. Her lovely bottom was waiting for me. 
As usual I began by whipping it lightly, with a 
teasing caress. Then, without warning, I struck 
it hard and continued to do so slowly and 
rhythmically. The strokes swung her forward and 
then from side to side, as she moved her feet and 
tried to maintain her balance; but after each 
cycle of movement her bottom returned for more, 
pushing towards me as far as her stretched 
position hanging from the ceiling allowed. She 
was screaming lightly and prettily, imploring me 
not to stop - to whip her harder. In my pleasure 
at the enchanting and arousing sight I almost 
lost track of time.

But before either of us had even begun to have 
enough the red light flashed to warn me that 
someone had pressed my apartment's call-button on 
the street-door. Leaving Fumie to moan and 
protest at my neglect, I activated the intercom 
and the fiance announced himself. I told him to 
take the elevator to my floor and went down to 
welcome him at the entrance to my apartment.

He was, naturally enough, stiff and suspicious. 
In return I greeted him formally and invited him 
to enter. I don't normally bother with 
house-slippers in my apartment - my visitors 
usually spend their time there either naked or 
wearing high-heels - but I had placed a pair 
ready at the entrance, thinking that Japanese 
rituals would help put him at his ease. He 
stepped neatly out of his shoes and into the 
slippers. He must have noticed the whip coiled in 
my left hand but made no comment. The rules of 
Japanese politeness did not provide for such a 
phenomenon, and it therefore did not exist. 
Before proceeding any further towards the 
living-room he produced a card-holder from his 
jacket pocket and slipped a business-card from 
it.

"I am Hayasaka," he said, handing me the card 
with a stiff bow. "Shinsuke Hayasaka."

"Thank you," I said, putting the coiled whip down 
on the little hall table so that I could accept 
the card formally with both hands. I examined it 
respectfully. It revealed that he was, as I had 
expected, head of some planning section in the 
company where Fumie worked. "I am Bob Williams. 
Er ... will you excuse me one moment?"

Obviously I didn't carry my name-cards while 
whipping his fiancee. I went quickly into my 
office near the front door and chose one of the 
plastic boxes I kept on my desk: the box 
containing cards with the designation "sex 
therapist" and a totally bogus western medical 
degree against my name. I handed it to him with a 
murmured apology for keeping him waiting by my 
lack of forethought. This ritual completed he 
drew in a hissing breath and I picked up my whip. 
He allowed me to show him into the living-room.

"Thank you for coming," I said. "Fumie-san has 
asked that you join her upstairs. If you will 
accompany me ..."

At the torture-chamber I activated the 
combination lock, opened the door and invited him 
formally to enter. He was so startled to see 
Fumie hanging naked from the ceiling by her cuffs 
and little steel chain that he did not even 
notice Haruka writhing silently under the 
tireless attentions of the fucking-machine. She 
was hanging exactly as I had left her, her chin 
on her breast and her long hair hanging down her 
front partly obscuring her breasts. I moved to 
stand behind her, holding her by the hips and 
making her sway gently as he stared at her.

"Fumie-san has asked you to meet her here," I 
said, choosing my words carefully, "so that you 
may learn something about her. That's right, 
isn't it, Fumie-san?"

Slowly she raised her head and gazed at him 
silently.

"She tells me she enjoys it when you make love to 
her," I continued, not pausing as he tried to 
intervene, "but there is one important thing 
missing in what you do to her. This."

I let go of Fumie and held up the whip I had been 
holding in my left hand. I let it fall from its 
neat coils so that the long lashes tumbled 
gracefully to the floor.

"_This_ is what she longs for more than anything 
else in the world," I said. "Watch - and learn!"

I stood back, raised the instrument, and resumed 
the slow, luxurious whipping which had been 
interrupted by his arrival. Fumie supported what 
I had said by moaning with pleasure and, as her 
passion built, begging me to whip her harder and 
thanking me in the most flattering terms for my 
skilful love-making. But of course that was all 
for his benefit and instruction. After about 
thirty strokes I paused.

"Oh, _please_ don't stop!" Fumie begged 
dramatically. "It's so wonderful! I want it to go 
on for ever!"

"You see?" I said to her fiance. "You understand 
now how cruel you have been, depriving her of the 
one sexual experience she wants more than 
anything else?"

I could see him swallowing hard and trying to 
speak. I continued without waiting.

"You love her, don't you? Of course you do! You 
are looking forward to a full sex-life when you 
are married? Of course! I'm sure she does all the 
things you like best."

Again he tried to speak but I did not allow it.

"So you must do the one thing to her that she 
loves above all. Please understand that I am 
talking to you as a professional. But let me tell 
you also, more personally, when you see how she 
enjoys it, you'll love doing it to her."

I gave her a few friendly strokes, and she moaned 
and begged for more.

"Now you must make it up to her. All that neglect 
... Come and stand here. May I suggest you take 
off your jacket?"

He handed it to me silently and I draped it over 
the one comfortable chair which the room 
contained. Then, with a murmured apology, I took 
him gently by the shoulders and made him take up 
exactly the position I had occupied. Touching a 
Japanese man whom you hardly know goes very much 
against accepted custom but he was so overwhelmed 
by the experience he was undergoing that I doubt 
if he even noticed. I fetched the whip with the 
simple leather strips and placed the handle in 
his right hand.

"Like this," I said.

Feeling a bit like a tennis coach instructing a 
beginner, I raised his arm and then helped him 
bring it down hard so that the black lashes 
pleasured Fumie's bottom.

"Ooh! Ooh, lovely!" said Fumie encouragingly.

I helped him again a couple of times, and then 
gradually let go, watching approvingly as he took 
up the rhythm of the whipping. Fumie was already 
squealing happily and begging him to do it harder 
and harder. Young love, I thought sentimentally. 
A couple learning to share with each other the 
greatest pleasures life has to offer. I left them 
to it and went to unwrap Haruka from her blanket.

Naturally she was lost in a world of her own, 
groaning behind her gag as the great drill 
plunged in and out of her dripping pussy and the 
multiple electrical contacts attached to her body 
tickled and stimulated her with their maddeningly 
unpredictable charges. To get her attention I 
gave her tummy some light strokes with the whip I 
was still holding. She opened her eyes and looked 
up at me. I quickly unbuckled the gag from her 
mouth and gently wiped her face. She smiled 
happily.

"How are you. darling?" I asked unnecessarily.

"In heaven!" she said. Then, with a worried look 
passing over her face, "You won't turn it off, 
will you? I haven't had _nearly_ enough!"

"No, not yet. I just want you to do something for 
me."

I opened my trousers and showed her my erection. 
She smiled up at me. The support for her head was 
designed to be lowered as well as raised. I let 
her hang downwards so that her mouth was in a 
convenient position to be used. She opened it 
obediently and I entered her, thrusting past her 
throat muscles deep down towards her stomach. 
With her hands bound to the bed she could use 
only her expert lips and tongue to stimulate me - 
and soon I felt her make use of her throat, 
squeezing and then releasing my shaft with 
maddening skill. She took her time and I was in 
no hurry, but at last I felt the cum prepare to 
shoot up my cock and burst into her. I pulled out 
some distance so that she could savour the liquid 
she loved so much as it squirted onto her tongue. 
I had to cling to her shoulders for a while to 
keep my balance as the spasms overwhelmed me, but 
then I withdrew fully - slowly, so that her lips 
and the tip of her tongue could squeeze out the 
last drops of cum. Then I adjusted the headrest 
so that she could lie comfortably as she swirled 
the semen round her mouth and swallowed it in 
slow sips.

"It's time I let you out of all this," I said 
when she had finished.

"Oh, must you?" said Haruka sadly. "I've been 
enjoying it _so_ much!"

"I'm sure you have - and you look lovely 
wriggling around in it," I said, "but we mustn't 
neglect our guests."

In fact Fumie and her fiance seemed very happy on 
their own, making up for all the time they had 
wasted. He had settled into a steady routine, the 
black leather strips kissing her bottom with a 
sexy slapping and sucking sound, making her sway 
on the tips of her toes while squealing prettily 
and begging for more. Still, the torture-chamber 
was getting crowded and it was time they went off 
to explore each other's sexuality on their own. 
Meanwhile I turned off the hammer feature of the 
fucking-machine's oversized drill and made the 
bit withdraw slowly from Haruka's dripping cunt. 
Then I turned to the control screen of her bed 
and gradually reduced the level of electrical 
charge to zero, before removing the many clips 
from her sensitive body, releasing the straps and 
helping her to her feet.

"Ooh, that was lovely," she said as she stretched 
and eased her arms and legs from their cramped 
position, "but not _nearly_ enough! When can I 
have it again?"

"Soon," I said evasively.

I turned to the other pair of lovers. Although he 
was too proud to show it, Shinsuke was getting 
tired and was not sorry when I told him it was 
time to take some rest downstairs in the 
living-room. Together we released Fumie from her 
chains and I introduced the two girls to each 
other.

"Haruka, take Fumie-san to the bedroom," I 
instructed her, "and help her to shower. Here, 
take this." I handed her the whip I was holding. 
"When you're both ready, come and join us 
downstairs."

There was no need to instruct Fumie that the rule 
of nudity and high-heels would still apply, even 
outside the torture-chamber. Haruka would see to 
that!

In the living-room I offered the young man a 
drink, but he chose coffee. He joined me in the 
little kitchen as I made it.

"I'm very grateful to you," he said suddenly, 
breaking an embarrassed silence. "I didn't know."

"Can you understand now what your problem was?" I 
asked, choosing my words carefully and trying to 
sound professional.

"Yes. I thought when she invited me to ... do 
those things to her ..."

"To whip her," I said encouragingly.

"Yes ... I thought she would suffer, but was 
offering to subject herself to what she imagined 
were my secret desires ... an urge to, you know, 
torture and humiliate her. I was ashamed that she 
imagined I had such desires, and would want her 
to make such a sacrifice."

"But now?"

"Now I know she really, really wants to be 
whipped. And enjoys it. Thanks to you."

"And you know that you ..."

"I know that I really love doing it to her."

"I'm glad." I wanted to add, "that you are going 
to be so happy together," but thought better of 
it.

"You see," I said, thinking it would be safer to 
play the _sensei_, "it's what a girl's bottom is 
for."

He looked at me, startled and wanting to learn 
more.

"All the other parts of a girl's body that we use 
for sexual pleasure," I went on, "her mouth, her 
breasts, and of course her cunt ... they all have 
obvious anatomical purposes. We may use them for 
sexual purposes they didn't originally evolve 
for, especially her mouth, for example, but we 
can see why she has them. Her bottom is a sort of 
bonus. It's very beautiful, it's a lovely firm 
cushion just stuffed with sensitive nerve-endings 
longing to be caressed. Stroking her bottom, 
pleasuring it ... whatever you do, you can't do 
it any harm. It's there to be made love to."

"Even with the whip?" he interrupted quickly.

"_Especially_ with the whip. Once she's 
discovered that's the best thing there is. And 
nearly all Japanese girls do, very young. Usually 
when they are beaten by a male teacher. Which is 
allowed in Japanese schools, thank the gods. It's 
part of their sexual education."

"I see."

"At first the girl feels hurt and humiliated. But 
then the pain applied to her bottom stimulates 
her, turns to pleasure, floods all through her, 
if she's lucky gives her her first orgasm."

We took our coffee into the living-room and 
settled into leather armchairs.

"By the way," he said, avoiding my eyes, "I 
couldn't help wondering ... up there ... what it 
feels like. Does it seem strange for a man to ask 
that?"

"Not at all," I said. "Lots of men get pleasure 
from being whipped, caned and so on."

He shuddered slightly at the mention of caning.

"So long as it is done by a beautiful girl, 
sexily dressed. A girl you know and love, like 
Fumie-san. I think she would be a very tempting 
_sadisu-chan_."

"_Sadisu-chan_?"

"Pretty little sadist. Not a real bully of a 
dominatrix. Though with experience you might find 
you enjoyed having Fumie-san play that role too. 
She is very adaptable and very generous in her 
love-making." I paused for a moment, hoping I had 
not gone too far. "You don't mind my saying that 
about her, do you? Please ... think of me as 
being a bit like a doctor. Nothing personal."

"Of course. You've been very helpful. And you 
knew her before I did."

"Yes. And the nice thing about playing the 
masochist," I went on, retreating to safer 
territory, "is that when you've had enough you 
can take your revenge. Grab the whip and use it 
on her. Tell her she's been very naughty and 
deserves to be punished. I promise you, girls 
_adore_ being dominated and disciplined like 
that!"

Especially your Fumie, I thought, but did not say 
it.

He looked thoughtful, but before he could reply 
there was a peal of girlish laughter from the 
corridor outside the bedroom. Fumie and Haruka 
appeared on the staircase, their arms round each 
other's waist, balancing prettily on their 
slender heels as they came towards us. Fumie was 
holding the whip in her free hand, I noticed. 
Haruka had put on her beloved nipple-clamps, the 
little bells tinkling joyfully as the longed-for 
pain surged through her breasts. They had clearly 
prepared their entrance carefully. They posed at 
the bottom of the stairs, released each other, 
gave a little pirouette, and were then back in 
each other's arms kissing deeply.

"Oh, we had such a lovely time together in the 
shower!" said Haruka. "And then when we had dried 
each other we played a game with the whip. 
Fumie-chan knows how to whip _beautifully_!" she 
added with a coy glance at her new friend.

"Haruka-chan has been telling me about all the 
lovely things you do to your girls!" said Fumie.

Of course this was just to make an impression on 
her fiance and make him realise that he needed to 
expand his sexual repertoire. She already knew 
very well the things I did to my girls - some of 
them, any­way.

"More, please!" said Haruka. "We haven't had 
nearly enough - have we, Fumie-chan?"

"I'd love to try that ... machine ... the one 
Haruka-chan ..." said Fumie shyly.

"We'll stay down here for now," I said firmly. 
"Haruka, you clear away the coffee while I get 
things ready."

Haruka picked up the empty mugs and danced off to 
the kitchen, Fumie chasing after her waving her 
whip. The two girls couldn't get enough of each 
other, I thought. They were a pretty sight 
together, and were giving me ideas. Meanwhile I 
pulled out a couple of cats with decorated lashes 
and a long braided leather whip from the drawers 
where I kept them, and laid them neatly on the 
centre table. Then, as an after-thought, I chose 
some other small items and hid them for the 
moment in my pocket.

The girls returned from the kitchen. Haruka 
immediately pounced on one of the whips and 
pretended to use it on Fumie.

"Ooh, aren't they _beautiful_!" she whispered, 
running the knotted and decorated lashes through 
her fingers. "Can you imagine how lovely they'll 
feel when he - _they_ - whip us?"

Fumie said nothing. She knew, of course, but 
Haruka had not seen her enjoying her whipping: 
she had been lost in her own private paradise. 
She now handed the whip she was holding to her 
fiance with a little bow. Her eyes were on him, 
but I could see they were sparkling with mischief 
mixed with sweet lust for the whip's kisses.

"Fumie-san," I said, "do you like the little 
decorations Haruka is wearing?"

"Oh, yes!" she replied. "They're so pretty, and 
Haruka says they feel wonderful!"

I took from my pocket the pair of clamps I had 
been hiding. They were a different design from 
the ones Haruka was currently wearing, the sharp 
teeth of the metal clips driven deep into her 
erect nipples by steel springs. These clamps each 
consisted of two miniature steel bars with a 
little curved space between them in which the 
nipple could nestle as the bars were gently and 
lovingly screwed together at each end. At last 
the increasing agony reached the point at which 
the girl could endure no longer and the 
appropriate degree of excruciating compression 
was precisely reached [13]. I handed them to 
Fumie and the two girls cooed over the cruel 
beauty of the design.

"If you like them, they are yours," I said. "I'm 
sure he will be pleased to fit them for you ..."

"Oh, please," she murmured to her fiance. "They 
will feel even more wonderful if you put them on 
for me."

He examined the mechanism and tried one of the 
clamps out on his finger. Then he placed the 
steel mechanism over her erect left nipple and 
twisted the screws till the pressure of the 
tightening bars was sufficient to hold it in 
place. He looked enquiringly at her, and seeing 
that she made no protest fitted the other clamp 
to her right nipple.

"Very pretty," he said, after swallowing a few 
times.

"Oh, may I see?" begged Haruka.

The effect was indeed very pretty.

"But I can hardly feel them," said Fumie. "They 
need to be _much_ tighter."

Of course she could have tightened them herself, 
but every girl knows how much more arousing it 
is, for her and her lover, when she implores him 
to torture her rather than doing it herself. They 
stood close together while he twisted the screws 
further, constricting her yearning nipples while 
she gasped at the mounting agony.

"Oh, thank you, thank you ..." she whispered when 
at last she could bear no more for the moment.

"Now, whipping!" said Haruka firmly. "Where shall 
we do it? Will you tie us up?"

"I thought we might go outside," I said. "Every 
kind of sex feels better in the open air."

"Ooh, yes! What fun!"

"But you must behave. Both of you. We don't want 
the neighbours coming up to rescue you! No 
screaming. I suppose it would be best if I gagged 
you."

"No, no! We promise we'll be good. Don't we, 
Fumie?"

"All right. But remember: any sound from either 
of you and the whipping stops."

A good test of endurance, I thought: to have it 
stop is the last thing they will want and it will 
be fun to see them choking back their usual 
joyful squeals and forcing themselves to maintain 
strict silence. I led the way onto my little 
balcony. There was not much room and I told the 
girls to stand side-by-side, Fumie on the left 
and Haruka on the right, gripping the rail with 
their hands, looking out over Akasaka and leaning 
forward with their bottoms temptingly offered to 
the whips. Of course binding a girl till she is 
helpless and then whipping her is beautiful and 
deeply satisfying. But there is something 
infinitely touching in the sight of a girl, 
especially a very young one like Haruka, freely 
offering herself to this ultimate pleasure 
without the slightest constraint.

Shinsuke took up position behind Fumie and a 
little to her left. I handed him one of the 
knotted cats and he began to swish it over her 
bottom, building up to a steady rhythmic 
discipline. I let Haruka wait for a while: she 
would enjoy it all the more for being impatient. 
Then I stood to her right: there wasn't room for 
me to stand between the girls so I would have to 
use a back-handed stroke on her. I began by 
sending the lashes curling round her thighs, 
keeping her bottom for later. Then suddenly I 
shifted to her back and shoulders - teasing her, 
trying to take her by surprise and trick her into 
crying out. At last, after revisiting her thighs 
and the backs of her knees, I slashed the whip as 
hard as I could onto her pretty round bottom.

I heard an "Aaah" of pure happiness escape her.

I stopped at once, leant forward and pulled her 
head up towards me by her hair.

"Naughty!" I said. "I told you: no sound. And you 
promised. No more whipping for you."

"Oh, no, please!" she begged. "You can't be so 
cruel! I won't do it again - honestly! It just 
felt so good, I couldn't help it ... please go on 
whipping me!" And then, with an alluring touch of 
coquetry, "It's so lovely when _you_ do it!"

I can never resist an appeal like that, 
especially not from a sweet young girl like 
Haruka.

"All right. You deserve to be punished anyway. 
But don't do it again."

She murmured her thanks as I released her, 
gripped the rail harder and pushed up her 
delectable bottom more firmly, straining towards 
the happiness she longed for.

I suppose I gave her about twenty strokes, really 
hard ones, picking up Shinsuke's rhythm. Then I 
decided it was time for a change.

I had brought the braided leather whip from the 
living-room, thick at the handle end but tapering 
to a long flexible plaited thong ending in a 
pretty little bow of ribbon. The whip was crimson 
and elegantly matched the colour of the lines it 
would create on a girl's bottom as the blood 
rushed to the surface to welcome its kisses. I 
handed it to Shinsuke, taking away his simple 
cat.

"You first," I said. "You see, it's long enough 
to embrace them both together ..."

He saw what I meant at once and, after a few 
experimental slashes through the air, sent the 
long braided whip sizzling round the two 
delicious bottoms offered to him. The girls were 
very good and brave: I could hear two sharp 
intakes of breath as this unexpected assault 
registered in the pleasure centres of their 
minds, then they braced themselves against the 
balcony rail waiting for more.

I let him give the girls ten profound expressions 
of the whip's love before suggesting that it was 
time for a pause. Fumie and Haruka whimpered 
lightly at this neglect. The ten crimson lines 
written across the four smooth buttocks were 
already blending into a hot blush of deep pink. 
Then it was my turn. With the back-handed 
technique I was obliged to use I could apply the 
whip only lightly, but I made up for that by 
aiming at the pretty fold between the curve of 
the buttock and the top of the thigh, which 
experienced sadists - and masochists! - know is 
deliciously sensitive. I allowed the whip just 
six precisely placed caresses. Then I took Haruka 
in my arms, freed her fingers from the rail and 
supported her into the living-room. Fumie's 
fiance was, I suppose, doing the same for her. 
Haruka could hardly stand, but twisted round in 
my arms, kissed me passionately and thanked me 
incoherently for the happiness I had given her. 
When at last the two girls were somewhat 
recovered, they held each other as they climbed 
the stairs, while we men stood and marvelled at 
the beauty we had created across their slowly 
retreating bottoms.

Soon they returned, chattering happily, their 
faces cleaned and make-up repaired, Haruka 
carrying a bottle of body-lotion. They settled 
down on the carpet at our feet to share the 
lotion, wriggling and squealing as they began to 
soothe each other's inflamed bottoms. A prettier 
sight would be hard to imagine.

"Haruka-san," said Fumie, "my breasts seem to 
have gone numb ... my nipples, I mean - I can't 
feel the clamps anymore."

"Oh, that happens," explained Haruka confidently 
from the depth of her experience. "You need to 
release them from time to time - allow the blood 
to return. Let me show you."

She unscrewed the little steel bars from Fumie's 
breasts and massaged the nipples, rubbing lotion 
into her breasts.

"Ooh, yes - they're tingling now ... lovely!" 
said Fumie.

"Now you can wear them again. Let me!"

Fumie arched her back and let out pretty "Ooh" 
and "Aah" and "Tighter please!" murmurs as Haruka 
wound up the little bars, imprisoning Fumie's 
nipples as tightly as she could.

"Thank you, Haruka-san! You're so good to me!"

Then the girls were in each other's arms again, 
wriggling on the carpet and kissing fervently. 
Did I just say there could be a prettier sight 
than the pair of them stroking and soothing each 
other's blush-pink bottoms? I was wrong.

At last Fumie took the initiative in freeing 
herself from Haruka's slippery embrace. She 
looked up at her fiance, kneeling correctly to 
avoid the pressure of the carpet on her tender 
bottom, and indicated the plaited whip which I 
had dropped casually on the low table.

"Won't you please," she said tentatively and 
formally, "if it is not too much trouble, whip me 
again before we leave ... just a little?"

"Oh but Fumie," he said, with perhaps a hint of 
reluctance, "we have stayed far too long ... 
surely we should ..."

"Not at all," I interrupted heartily. "But I have 
another idea. Haruka, why don't you whip Fumie? 
And then she can whip you. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Haruka leapt up, her eyes sparkling, grabbed the 
whip and passed another to her new friend.

"Oh yes!" she said, "that would be lovely! Turn 
round Fumie and let me ... but don't forget to 
whip me too - as hard as you can!"

They were clumsy at first, twisting and turning 
as they danced round the room, each trying to 
bring their lashes to bear on the other. But 
after a while they worked out a pretty routine, 
each taking it in turn to offer her bottom to the 
other and then spinning round to repay the gift. 
At last they collapsed onto the floor again, 
giggling helplessly and caressing each other.

"I think," said the young man carefully, tearing 
his eyes away at last from the delightful naked 
femininity squirming and squealing at our feet, 
"we should go. You have been so kind. I owe you a 
lot. We both do."

"Nothing at all. It has been a pleasure to help 
and advise you."

"Fumie-san ..." he called, asserting his 
authority.

She freed herself from Haruka's embrace and sat 
up.

"But before we go," he continued, "I have one 
question. You have a lot of, er, equipment here. 
Where can I ... we ... buy things like that?"

"Well, there are any number of shops and websites 
that supply them," I said, standing up and 
crossing to the set of drawers against the wall. 
"You know, toys for lovers. But there is one 
place ..."

I hunted in a drawer and found a card from 
Restraint in Shinjuku.

"The girl who runs the section that sells the 
things you want is a friend of mine. Her name's 
Fujiko. Tell her I sent you and she'll look after 
you. I'll just ..."

I found a pen and prepared to write on the card, 
hesitating over the correct characters. Haruka, 
impatient at my _gaijin_ clumsiness, took the 
card and pen from me and wrote "To introduce ..." 
in her splashy schoolgirl hand. She handed the 
pen to me and I signed "Bob" in _katakana_.

"There's a little map on the back," I said, 
giving Shinsuke the card. "It's near the West 
Exit to the station, but you know how difficult 
Shinjuku is. Please understand that this is just 
a shop I know and use. I don't get a commission 
or anything like that."

"Of course," he said. "I understand."

It was true so far as it went. But Fujiko would 
thank me very specially for sending new customers 
her way. With any luck she would have new clever 
items of bondage and torture equipment in stock 
which we could try out together.

"Well then ..." said Fumie, standing up. "Now, I 
had some clothes when I came!"

She walked over to the chair where she had left 
them and slipped on her crisp white blouse. I 
noticed that she did not remove her 
nipple-clamps. Well, I had said they were hers to 
keep, and it is always a pleasure to see a girl 
become addicted to such pretty toys. It was no 
accident that I had chosen specially for her 
clamps of a type which fitted flat against the 
breasts making it possible for a girl to wear 
them discreetly under her clothes. Then she 
stepped into her pale green miniskirt without 
putting on her panties first. Perhaps she didn't 
fancy the feel of them clinging to her still 
sensitive bottom, I thought; or maybe the idea of 
being naked under her wide short skirt excited 
her. She walked elegantly on her high-heels to 
join her fiance and handed him the unwanted 
panties, which he folded and put in his pocket 
without comment. Then she took his arm and they 
prepared to leave.

He had lost his house-slippers but I told him not 
to bother about finding them. Together the loving 
couple walked to the door of the apartment, 
Haruka tripping happily after them. Shinsuke 
stepped into his shoes, and we all bowed formally 
to each other and murmured the usual polite 
formulae, Haruka's nudity contrasting piquantly 
with Fumie's neat blouse and skirt. The door 
closed behind them.


FOOTNOTES

[12] If there is a difference. The more I look at 
great works of art and make love to sweet 
Japanese girls, the harder it is to separate the 
erotic response from the aesthetic. After all, 
the curves of a girl's body form the most 
beautiful line in nature, and I wonder if it 
isn't the basis of all visual arts even when the 
subject is not the female nude. When I bring an 
enthusiastic girl to orgasm, her body stretched 
in ecstasy and her lovely face declaring the 
spiritual revelation she is experiencing, she is 
as beautiful a creation as any work I have seen 
in a gallery. - B W

[13] Pretty, don't you think? I'd love to meet 
the man - or girl - who designed them. They look 
charming on a girl showing off her breasts at a 
party. They are also fun to use on a bound girl 
who cannot prevent you from slowly increasing the 
pressure as she screams deliciously in agony and 
begs for mercy. - B W


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