Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 7 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 07

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER VII

Technology

"Ooh, I do like Fumie!" said Haruka as we 
returned to the living-room. "She's going to be 
my elder sister! We agreed."

"I'm surprised you have anything in common," I 
said, teasing her. I knew very well what they had 
in common: the evidence was scattered casually 
uncoiled on the table before us. "She's going to 
be a respectable married woman, and you - you're 
going to be a very _un_respectable little whore!"

"You do say the nicest things!" said Haruka, 
kissing me. "What shall we do now? Can I have 
another go with the fucking-machine?"

The thought of Fumie walking through Shinjuku 
naked under her wide miniskirt, the pretty steel 
instruments sweetly torturing her breasts to or 
even beyond the limit of her endurance, had 
aroused me and given me an idea.

"It's Saturday," I said. "Let's go out."

"All right. Can I wear my nipple-clamps?"

"Of course. Put on a blouse and skirt. And nice 
high-heels. And I have a new toy for you to try. 
You'll need to wear panties though."

"Can't I be nude underneath, like Fumie was? 
Anyway, my bottom feels _soo_ sensitive!"

"You'll need something to hold it in. The new 
toy. But you can wear I-pan [14] if you like so 
as to leave your bottom free."

Haruka nodded and went upstairs obediently to 
dress. While she was out of the room I opened the 
closet, put the whips neatly away and took out a 
little box which had been lying neglected in a 
drawer for a while. It was surprising, I thought, 
that it had not occurred to me before to try out 
on Haruka the device it contained.

She reappeared wearing a crisp white blouse and 
wide miniskirt very like those that Fumie had 
worn. She could not resist posing for a moment - 
the little exhibitionist! - on the last stair, 
then lifted her skirt to display the narrow white 
band coyly hiding her pussy and crotch. I handed 
her two of the items in the box.

"Slip these in."

They were vibrators, of course, one for each of 
her love-holes, but without wires. Haruka 
inserted them swiftly, then rearranged the band 
of her panties to hold them in place and dropped 
her skirt.

"How do I switch them on?"

"You don't. Wait."

I turned away so she could not see what I was 
doing, then pressed both buttons on the 
radio-con­trolled remote for about five seconds. 
The effect was most gratifying. Haruka jumped as 
if a passer-by had stroked her bottom, and her 
hands flew to her crotch.

"Aaah ... that's ... but that's fantastic! Give 
me the control!"

"Oh, no," I said. "You don't have that. It's for 
me."

"You mean ..."

The implications began to sink in.

"We're going out for a walk. After all, it's such 
a lovely day ... when I feel like it, and only 
when I feel like it, I will switch on your 
vibrators. Of course I won't tell you in advance. 
It's a game, a test of your self-control. If you 
don't give yourself away, you win. If I manage to 
take you by surprise, I win."

Without letting her see what I was doing, I 
pressed the button for her anal vibrator, then 
changed to the one in her pussy, then turned them 
both on, then switched both off. She jumped and 
looked startled at first, then began to walk 
elegantly across the room, somehow concealing the 
stimulation shimmering through her.

"Am I winning?" she asked with a giggle.

"Yes. For now. But I'm not really trying to win 
just yet."

"What a lovely toy! How long has it been around?"

"Oh, quite a while. Lots of girls use them, when 
they're out with their lovers. Or even on their 
own: no wires to give them away, you see."

"How nice!"

"There's even a new variation coming on the 
market which responds to a signal from a mobile 
phone. [15] The girl wears it in her cunt or her 
anus, and when her lover is thinking of her he 
lets her know by speed-calling the number."

"You mean, he could be anywhere ... anywhere in 
the world? And I would never know when to expect 
it? How wonderful! And of course ..." Haruka's 
fertile sexual imagination was working fast 
"... I could give the number to _all_ my lovers 
and I'd never know which one was calling me! 
Where can I get one of those?"

"They're not quite on the market yet. The phone 
companies are still arguing about the details."

"You'd think they would want the business." She 
shrugged and changed back to the immediate 
prospect of pleasure. "Let's go out now so you 
can test me."

"Sure."

I put on a light jacket so as to have somewhere 
to hide the remote, and we set off down the hill 
from my apartment block to Akasaka Mitsuke subway 
station. I made Haruka walk a little ahead of me 
so I could watch her reactions. I managed to 
surprise a few little squeals out of her, but she 
soon learnt to control herself. The only sign of 
the stimulation the vibrators were giving her was 
the radiant expression on her face, which 
attracted attention from the men she passed. If I 
had not been walking fairly close behind her she 
would have been picked up and whisked off to a 
love-hotel or down a side-street long before we 
reached the station.

On the train I made sure we sat opposite each 
other on the bench seats. She was wriggling 
prettily, her sensitised bottom giving her no 
peace, and I let her settle down before suddenly 
giving her a prolonged burst in both love-holes. 
A little way further up the carriage a girl of 
thirteen or fourteen, dressed in the sort of 
teasing clothes young schoolgirls like to wear in 
the holidays - tight t-shirt and denim shorts cut 
to show the lower curve of her bottom - jumped 
and blushed deeply with embarrassment: clearly 
she too was wearing a radio-controlled vibrator 
which happened to use the same frequency as 
Haruka's. I avoided looking directly at her and 
maintained a straight face; although she kept 
staring anxiously round the carriage between 
spasms I was able to ensure that she never knew 
the signal was coming from me, and had the great 
pleasure of bringing her close to an involuntary 
orgasm by the time we reached our stop.

My efforts to trick Haruka into giving herself 
away with little squeals of pleasure, or even 
driving her to helpless public orgasm, were a 
complete failure. As we walked along Omotesando 
and its fashionable shops with the crowds of 
young people, and shared a simple lunch in one of 
the cafes, the only clue to the sensual turmoil 
which I was sure was surging through her was the 
slightly detached and withdrawn expression on her 
face. Even though she was defeating me I was 
proud of her. Those nightly sessions of playful 
nudity and joyous fucking in her strip-clubs and 
hostess bars had developed her into a lovely, 
self-assured sensual being, delighting in her 
sexuality but fully in control of it. Of course 
she would happily entertain her admirers by 
driving herself to shattering orgasms as she 
stripped, masturbated and fucked on stage, but 
she could already choose for herself whether to 
display or internalise sexual stimulation.

"I won!" she said as she stripped off her clothes 
on our return to my apartment, "... didn't I?"

"You won."

"What's my reward?"

"What do you want?"

"You know what I want. The fucking-machine."

"Sure. I still have a lot to learn about how it 
works."

"What you must do," she said, "is try each 
contact separately. I'll tell you exactly the 
level I like. Then you can set the whole thing up 
to my requirements."

"Yes, I'd enjoy doing that."

"You know that sheet or whatever it is I was 
lying on?" she went on.

"Yes, it's woven from fibres which can be 
electrified."

"I soon worked that out when I was lying on it. 
It's lovely. And I had an idea. Could I have a 
dress made of that material?"

"And wear it in public, you mean? At parties?"

"Mm'mm."

"Well, I suppose you could," I said dubiously. 
"But it would have to be skin-tight if it was to 
have the proper effect on you."

"Of course."

"And you couldn't wear anything under it."

"Well, obviously."

"And then there's the problem of the electrical 
power. You don't want to spend the whole party 
plugged into the mains! There are batteries, of 
course, but you'd need quite heavy ones to be 
much use ... still, it's a lovely idea and it 
would be fun for you to wear a dress like that in 
public! I guess it would feel like wearing a 
vibrator except it would stimulate you all over 
at once."

"That's right. I knew you would understand. All 
you have to do now is make it happen."

"I'll ask my friend Fujiko at Restraint about it 
and see if she has any suggestions."

"And don't forget to ask about the vibrator 
controlled by mobile phone. I want that the 
moment it's available!"

"Sure."

"I was thinking about that while we were out. You 
know mobile phones have a big choice of 
ring-tones and vibration patterns."

"Of course. The users set the one they want and 
change it whenever they like."

"Could I set the vibrator to do different things 
to me depending on the number the call is coming 
from?"

"I've no idea. But I suppose it could be done."

"Well, I was thinking ... if you could make the 
vibrator do that, and I gave its number to all my 
lovers, then I could try to guess who was calling 
me from what it feels like!"

"That's a lovely idea."

"Yes!" she said excitedly, "it would be a bit 
like that game I play sometimes - you know, 
sucking men when I'm blindfolded and having to 
guess who each one is just from his taste!"

"Do you play that game? At your clubs?"

"Of course! It's such fun! If I'm right, I get a 
reward, and if I'm wrong, I pay a forfeit."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, obviously, the reward is to choose what 
nice thing he does to me next, and the forfeit is 
to let him choose."

"More or less the same thing for you, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is, really," she said vaguely. 
"Now, my new master is waiting for me in your 
special room. I want him to torture me 
beautifully all night long. I _love_ him!"


FOOTNOTES

[14] "I-pan" is the Japanese girl's word for the 
sort of panty which consists only of a waistband 
and a narrow strip down the front more-or-less 
covering her crotch and then fitting into the 
crack of her arse before joining the waistband 
again at the back. While technically modest, it 
leaves the tops of the thighs and the bottom 
completely bare, and can easily be pushed to one 
side if it is in the way. - B W

[15] I am rather proud of having come up with 
this idea myself years ago: see the story "Modern 
Technology" in my collection _Work in Progress_. - B W


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