Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 9 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 09

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER IX

Presents

Sometimes, for example when I was feeling in a 
generous mood following a worthwhile payment from 
one of my editors, we would go on a shopping 
trip. In our early days together Haruka had, like 
many young Japanese girls, longed for fashionable 
clothes and accessories from the stores and 
boutiques where young people gathered. But as her 
sexuality, and I could say her professionalism, 
developed she saw less sense in spending money on 
such things and took an interest instead in the 
sort of provocative dresses and shoes she had 
seen worn by the experienced prostitutes and 
entertainers who had become her role-models. And 
I noted with interest, and amusement, that 
"accessories" now meant not newly fashionable 
handbags and electronic gadgets but 
up-to-the-minute developments in the technology 
of decorating and stimulating her body. She had 
acquired quite a collection of nipple-clamps and 
vibrators of different styles and - knowing how 
much I loved to see her wearing them and 
masturbating with them - had no difficulty in 
wheedling new presents out of me.

We had enjoyed a late breakfast together as 
usual, while Haruka described with delighted 
giggles some of the less usual things that her 
admirers had done to her the previous evening. 
Then it was time for her regular training 
session. It was such a pleasant day - warm and 
sunny but with a welcome break in the humidity 
which is such a trial in the Tokyo summer - that 
Haruka begged to be given her whipping on the 
balcony of my apartment rather than in the 
windowless sound-proofed torture-chamber. I was 
reluctant to agree but at last did so on 
condition that she agreed to be gagged: I did not 
want to take the risk that her delighted squeals 
would attract the attention of my neighbours. So, 
ball-gag firmly buckled in place and gripping the 
balcony rail with her hands as she gazed out over 
Akasaka, Haruka happily gave her nakedness to the 
kiss of her current favourite, a cat with 
multiple strands of thin knotted whipcord. When 
the session was over she looked so pretty wearing 
her gag that I wanted her to keep it in, but of 
course she was bubbling over with things she 
wanted to tell me about how nice the whipping had 
been, and the fantasies she had spun in her sexy 
imagination as the clever lashes stung and 
prickled her sensitive bottom and thighs.

"Ooh, I pretended I was out in the street ... 
nude except for my heels and clamps ... and you 
were whipping me so beautifully, and I was 
screaming and begging for more. And then other 
men came and joined us, and they were carrying 
whips too, and they all joined in. It was 
_lovely_!"

"I'm sure it was," I said lazily from my 
armchair. "For all of us. Were you tied to 
something or free?"

"I was free, just like I was just now on the 
terrace. I was walking along - dancing along - 
holding my arms above my head so that the whips 
could touch me everywhere, and the men were in a 
sort of circle round me and keeping up with me 
... ooh, do you think we could do that?"

"Well," I said cautiously, "it might make a good 
scene in a video."

Haruka jumped onto my lap and wriggled into 
position so that her crotch could rub against 
mine.

"Please spank me while I kiss you," she said 
indistinctly.

We did that for a while.

"What shall we do now?" she asked at last.

"I thought we might go out," I said. "I owe you a 
present: I was paid well for that article you 
helped me write. You remember, about the way you 
came off stage into the audience at your 
strip-club and some of them took you into a 
private room and gave you your first experience 
of candlewax torture."

"Ooh, that was such fun!" She looked dreamy for a 
moment, then pouted and said, "Why had _you_ 
never done that to me?"

"Well, I was leading up to it ..." I replied 
vaguely. "But now that I know you like it ..."

"Oh, I do - I do!" she declared, kissed me and 
then returned to reality. "Where shall we go? 
Omotesando? Shinjuku?"

"I'd like to take you to Asakusa," I said firmly. 
"We could see what the dress-shops and shoe-shops 
are selling these days, and then have lunch 
somewhere."

"Lovely!"

"Go and put some clothes on, then."

"Must I?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes. But not too much. It's a lovely warm day 
and the other girls will be looking their best. 
Especially the sort of girls who do their 
shopping in Asakusa. You don't want me to pay 
more attention to them than to you, do you?"

She stuck her tongue out at me, then ran up the 
stairs. For our shopping expedition she chose a 
wide pink miniskirt with a frilly hem and a crisp 
white sleeveless blouse. With matching white 
heels she looked a dream of innocent prettiness, 
but I knew she had chosen the simple wide skirt 
rather than a tight sexy one because it would 
float free from her bare tingling bottom as she 
walked and let the fresh air flirt with her 
simmering pussy while it cooled the stinging 
torment left by my whip. A quick feel confirmed 
that under her top she was wearing no bra, only 
her beloved clamps. Her current favourites were 
the type Fumie had worn with two little steel 
bars screwed tight onto her nipples: the toothed 
clips with little bells hanging from them were 
now used for dressing-up rather than everyday 
wear.

Of course the wide skirt was no protection 
against the pressure of the seats in the subway 
trains on the journey to Asakusa, but she made no 
complaint: in fact I noticed that after we had 
changed trains she sat with her skirt discreetly 
raised so that she could enjoy the intimate 
contact with the rough velvet material of the 
upholstery.

"What are we going to buy?" she asked eagerly 
once she had finished relishing the sensation and 
the admiring glances of the other girls in the 
carriage.

"Well, I thought we might start by _looking at_ 
some new dresses," I said with careful emphasis. 
"And _if_ we find something suitable then we 
could _consider_ some shoes to go with it."

"Ooh, nice! A sexy dress?"

"Of course. Something suitable for parties."

"And then?"

"Well ..." I said, not really wanting to be 
drawn, but then giving way as usual. The memory 
of the morning's delightful whipping session on 
the balcony was still tickling my lust agreeably, 
and I decided she deserved a reward. "It's your 
birthday before long, isn't it?"

"Yes! In October. I'll be seventeen!"

"I'm thinking of a present for you. A piece of 
jewellery. I think I know where to get it."

"Ooh! Tell! Tell!"

"No, you'll have to wait. But I think you'll like 
it."

She grabbed my arm and kissed me. The other girls 
who had been discreetly keeping us under 
observation with sideways glances from their 
beautiful dark-brown eyes blushed at this vulgar 
but somehow attractive public display by a 
_gaijin_ and his girl, and briefly looked away. 
Then we arrived at Asakusa.

It was only a few minutes' walk to the broad 
avenue leading to the Kannon Temple, lined with 
shops where the professional girls - and girls 
who might not be full-time professionals but knew 
how to dress so as to hold on to their lovers - 
bought their clothes and shoes. Do I need to say 
that "looking at" the latest sexy dresses on 
display led to buying one? Haruka quickly fell in 
love with a skin-tight minidress in a shiny blue 
material which, she insisted, would be "just 
right" for the private parties to which we were 
sometimes invited. Any objections I might have 
had to spending money too freely faded when I saw 
how delectable she looked wearing it. So I bought 
it and she insisted on walking out of the shop 
wearing it. Then of course she had to have shoes 
to go with it, which led to a happy half-hour in 
the big shoe-shop a short distance further down 
the avenue, with Haruka pirouetting in front of 
the mirrors in choice after choice. But at last 
she decided on a pair of pretty silver sandals 
with 5-centimetre platform soles and the highest 
and narrowest heels she could manage. On any 
other girl they might have looked tarty and 
flashy - at least for outdoor daytime wear, 
however appropriate at an evening party; but on 
Haruka the hint of a little girl just discovering 
her sexuality and trying out her elder sister's 
clothes was irresistibly charming. In reality of 
course the clubs where she worked and performed 
had given her ample experience in wearing such 
impracticable footwear with elegance, and she 
danced down the street clinging to my arm. The 
tight skirt of her new dress only just covered 
her bottom and tended to ride up as she skipped 
along, so perhaps it was a good thing that the 
kindly woman in the dress-shop, noticing her lack 
of underwear, had made her a present of a 
matching g-string panty in glittering blue 
material to wear with it. Or perhaps on second 
thoughts it was a pity rather than a good thing.

"Where are we going next?" Haruka asked eagerly.

"A special shop. Where they sell special things 
to please special girls. If I can find it. I 
haven't been there for ages."

"For my present? The present you promised me?"

"Yes. Now be quiet a moment and let me think."

After a few false starts I recognised the 
side-street I was hunting for. And - yes - the 
shop was still there. I opened the old-fashioned 
sliding door and we were greeted as we stepped 
inside by a warm "Welcome!" from an elderly lady 
in a plain kimono. The display cabinets 
containing items of body jewellery and other 
exotic tools of sophisticated sexual stimulation 
were just as I remembered them.

"It has been a long time!" exclaimed the 
proprietress as she looked at me.

"You remember me? I am surprised!" I replied 
politely.

"Of course! I always remember my customers. 
Especially those with such good taste."

"Thank you. You are very kind ..."

She looked at Haruka with a thoughtful smile, 
leaving it unclear whether she had been referring 
to my taste in girls or in the equipment she 
sold. Both, perhaps. [16]

"I hope you have been well and that the business 
has prospered," I added politely.

"Thank you, yes. I cannot complain. There are 
still gentlemen like yourself who take pleasure 
in seeing their companions looking their best 
with pretty enhancements. And of course young 
ladies visit me when they have learned to enjoy 
the special enrichment of their senses that I 
have to offer ..."

"I am glad."

"So what can I do for you today? I remember you 
were always generous in buying nipple-clamps for 
your young ladies. I have some rather special 
ones imported from China. The sensation they 
convey is remarkable ..."

Haruka's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I can see the young lady appreciates such 
things. The _sensei_ is a good teacher ..."

I waved aside the compliment.

"I had in mind something rather special. A piece 
of jewellery - a birthday present. She will soon 
be old enough to be invited to parties, and will 
need to look her best."

"Of course. Can you describe what you have in 
mind?"

"I have a picture here. Not exactly right but it 
is a starting point." I pulled a paper from my 
inside pocket and spread it out on the counter. 
"As you see, it is a kind of necklace or collar 
combined with little nipple-clamps. Of course she 
would have to wear a rather revealing dress to 
make the most of it, but I think she could carry 
it off ..."

"Indeed she could. Charming."

She examined the design carefully.

"I think I would like something a little more 
elaborate," I went on. "More chains, and broader 
ones _here_ ..." I indicated the chains looping 
from the throat to the nipples "... and more 
substantial clamps. Perhaps the little steel 
sheaths that slide over the nipple and can be 
tightened so that they grip it as much as 
required. I think you know the style I mean ..."

"Of course. It is a favourite with my more 
sophisticated customers."

Haruka was gazing fascinated at the design, too 
thrilled by its implications to say anything. The 
old lady looked at her with a kindly smile.

"The effect would be delightful," she said. "It 
would stimulate the other guests and the young 
lady herself. But I would have to have it made 
specially. Although I do have something a little 
like it, even though not quite so elegant. Excuse 
me just one moment ..."

Haruka was wriggling with excitement.

"Will you really buy me that? It's lovely ..."

"And you will look lovely wearing it. No man will 
be able to resist you!"

The old lady returned, bearing a glittering piece 
of steel body jewellery which she spread out on a 
piece of black velvet.

"It was ordered specially by one of my regular 
customers but it has not yet been collected. I 
could easily have another made if it pleases you. 
Would you like to try it on, dear?"

Haruka made it plain she would like nothing more. 
She quickly untied the strings behind her neck 
and let the front of her dress fall, revealing 
the little clamps from which she was seldom 
parted, gripping her naked breasts with their 
pairs of steel bars.

"Very nice, dear, very nice," said the old lady 
with a friendly smile. "It's so good to meet a 
young lady who understands these things ... they 
make all the difference, don't they?"

She gently unscrewed Haruka's clamps, gave them a 
quick polish before placing them carefully on the 
counter, and fitted the steel collar round her 
neck. Then she attached the pincers to Haruka's 
nipples.

"There's a mirror over there, dear."

Haruka was already examining herself delightedly.

"There is of course a ring in the collar so you 
can have the fun of being taken around on a lead. 
Let me find you one."

"Which type do you prefer?" I asked Haruka while 
the old lady was opening and closing drawers.

"This one is lovely!" she said in a breathy 
whisper. "So ... you know ... helpless - a slave! 
But of course your design is lovely too!" she 
added quickly.

The old lady came up with a long silver chain, a 
dog-lead clip at one end and a leather loop at 
the other. She deftly attached it to Haruka's 
collar and passed the handle to me. I practiced 
leading Haruka around the limited space of the 
shop.

"May I ..." said Haruka.

Without waiting for a reply she slid her dress 
down her hips and stepped out of it. She looked 
enchanting in just her glittering blue g-string 
and tall silver shoes. I led her to and fro a 
little more. The old lady watched in silence.

"They're both delightful," I said at last, "but 
they are really for different kinds of parties. 
The other design is more for a sophisticated 
dinner-party, don't you think, with sex to 
follow?"

I looked from Haruka in her steel decorations to 
the picture in my hand.

"Why don't you think about both designs for a 
while and let me know when you have come to a 
decision?"

"Yes. Let's do that," I said. "Her birthday is in 
October, so I'll be able to give you plenty of 
notice."

I knew only too well, of course, that I would 
almost certainly be brought by a determined and 
persuasive Haruka to buy her both.

"Right, Haruka," I said. "We must go. Put your 
dress on. I'd love to lead you down the street 
the way you are now but I mustn't."

Haruka looked as if she was about to argue just 
for the fun of it but I picked up her dress and 
handed it to her. The old lady released her from 
the collar and clamps and I fitted the steel bars 
to her breasts again, lovingly twisting them to 
the highest pressure. Then Haruka tied the 
strings of her dress behind her neck, loosely 
enough to allow passers-by to steal glimpses of 
her decorated breasts, and with suitable 
courtesies we left the shop. Haruka was silent 
for a moment or two, clearly deciding how to open 
her campaign.

"When can I go to parties dressed like that?" she 
asked.

"Soon."

"Before the time of my birthday?"

"I don't see why not."

I realised at once that I had walked right into 
her trap.

"But the necklace thing you promised me is for my 
birthday, you said. So I'll need something else 
to wear at parties before then. Don't you think I 
should have the collar to wear now, and the 
necklace for when I'm seventeen?"

"That wasn't what I had in mind."

"Didn't you like the way I looked in the collar?" 
she asked, unfairly starting a new line of 
attack.

"Yes," I said briefly.

"Well, then ..."

"Oh, all right," I said, giving way to the 
inevitable.

"Ooh, you are so good to me! Let's go home so I 
can thank you _very_ specially!"

"What about lunch?"

"Surely you want to fuck me and whip me ... and 
other things ... more than you want lunch?"

I had lost again. Anyway, I was keen to know what 
"other things" she had in mind.

"When you said 'other things', what did you ..."

She looked up at me with an innocent smile as she 
skipped along beside me in her platform shoes.

"Oh, you remember I told you about how the 
gentlemen tortured me with candlewax last night?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you said you had been planning to introduce 
me to that kind of sex?"

"Mm'mm."

"Well, that's what I want you to do to me this 
afternoon ... after all, they might want to do it 
to me again this evening and I need to practice."

"All you have to do is lie there nude, and 
wriggle and squeal while they do the work."

"That's what I want to practice this afternoon."

"We don't have any candles," I said. "But come to 
think of it, we're in the right place ..."

The big red candles used for subjecting girls to 
wax torture are intended for decorating Buddhist 
altars - and the place to buy them is of course 
the area around a big Buddhist temple. Which was 
precisely where we were. I turned round, Haruka 
excitedly following me, and we walked briskly 
back towards the Kannon Temple. On the left as 
the avenue broadened out into the plaza before 
the main steps there was a traditional shop 
selling candles, incense and altar decorations. 
The monk in charge giggled vacuously as I 
explained what I wanted. Did he know what his 
candles were mostly used for in these days of 
limitless sexual experimentation by Japanese 
girls? Or did he just accept the expansion of his 
shop's business as one of those things that 
happened as a gift from the Lord Buddha and which 
it was not the purpose of a mere mortal to try to 
understand? I ordered a dozen candles and 
received them neatly wrapped in a brown-paper 
parcel and placed in a plastic carrier bag.

"Now lunch," I said firmly.

"But you said ..."

"If I'm to work this afternoon I need to be 
properly fed."

It was a very small victory but it made me feel 
my masculinity had been restored.


FOOTNOTES

[16] My previous visit to this interesting 
establishment, a rare survival of old Japan but 
in what is after all still a traditional part of 
Tokyo, had been in the company of a delightful 
girl called Natsuko whose sophisticated 
masochistic tastes had been even more finely 
developed than Haruka's. See the story "Ropes and 
Whips" in the fourth Megumi book, _Unfinished 
Affairs_. - B W


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