Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 15 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: Mf, bd, tort, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 15

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER XV

Interlude

The connection with Synthesis added a further 
dimension to Haruka's life. She still performed 
shifts at the members-only clubs where she was a 
popular attraction, but insisted that the manager 
arrange to lend her whenever she could be spared 
to the big public theatre. I do not doubt that he 
benefited substantially from whatever deal he 
struck with the Synthesis management, whether 
financially or by being owed favours in return. I 
did not enquire. Nor did it bother Haruka that 
her youth and beauty were being exploited in this 
way. She was unpaid but was benefiting from 
increased experience - and of course enjoying 
herself hugely.

Otherwise our days followed the same pattern as 
they had always done. Haruka got up late, and 
once breakfast was over ran joyfully upstairs to 
my torture-chamber for the first whipping session 
of the day. As her fresh sexuality continued to 
ripen, fed by both her new experiences and by my 
own extensive video collection, it was she rather 
than I who suggested new ways of binding and 
torturing her. Our relationship was never in 
danger of falling into sexual routine.

"I've been thinking," she said over breakfast one 
day soon after her meeting with the wealthy man 
who had taken her home after her first 
performance at Synthesis.

"Yes?" I said warily.

"I'd like you to tie me up and whip me the way my 
lover did the other night. That was _so_ nice. 
You know, arms and legs spread out and suspended 
from my shoulders."

So I fitted a spreader to her ankles and bound 
her outspread arms with leather straps to a long 
horizontal bar, forcing her into a star shape. 
Chains from under her shoulders were then joined 
and passed over a ceiling hook.

"Nipple-clamps," she ordered as she hung 
suspended there, her heels just skimming the 
floor.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I won't be able to whip 
your breasts. Not without the risk of the clamps 
being torn off and damaging you."

"Doesn't matter, so long as they are tight 
enough. With weights, please."

So I attached a new pair of clips with sharp 
steel teeth and specially strong springs - the 
result of a recent visit to my friend Fujiko at 
Restraint - and as she gasped and insincerely 
begged for mercy added pretty chains from each of 
which was suspended a heavy steel ball decorated 
with spikes, tickling and prickling her tummy as 
they rolled to and fro. [24]

"What are you going to whip me with?" she asked 
eagerly.

"Well, you said you liked heavy braided whips," I 
said, and then, remembering her account of her 
earlier encounter, added "this is a brand new 
one - it needs breaking in."

I held out my new toy for her to see clearly. It 
was an advance on the single braided leather whip 
which she had enjoyed the other evening: from the 
thick handle sprouted nine individual braided 
lashes each nearly two metres long and tapering 
to a little bow of ribbon. I ran it through my 
fingers, separating the lashes and demonstrating 
the whip's flexibility, as she watched greedily. 
It too had come from Restraint. It was not 
strictly true that it was new and unbroken: it 
had been when Fujiko had daintily produced it 
from its box on the shelves over which she 
presided and suggested a trade price, but of 
course I had surrendered to her urgent request 
that I try it out on her during our date after 
she had finished work. Her ladylike cries of 
appreciation at my efforts had been most 
gratifying and I hoped it would have a similar, 
but rather stronger, effect on Haruka.

"He's _lovely_," she said, "but are you sure he 
won't mark me too much?"

"You're not on duty till nine tonight, are you? 
The marks should have faded by then however hard 
I whip you."

"Well, I do have a lunchtime date," she said with 
a pretty affectation of embarrassment. "But I 
think I'd like him to see them ... the marks I 
mean ... they should give him ideas."

"I'll make sure you're looking very appetising," 
I said.

I was not yet finished with my preparations. I 
pulled a black leather face-mask from a drawer 
and placed it over her head. It included a little 
nose-hook and a ball-gag, both of which I fitted 
firmly by tightening the straps. There was a ring 
at the front of the gag from which I suspended 
another spiked steel weight swinging on the end 
of a chain. It made her hang her head but I 
wanted her to look up proudly, so I attached the 
ring at the top of the helmet to the hook in the 
ceiling.

"Are you ready, darling?"

Of course she could not answer from behind her 
gag, but of course she did not need to: she was 
always ready.

I began, as usual, by teasing her, letting the 
long lashes tickle her back lightly while she 
murmured in frustration from behind her ball-gag. 
But then without warning I raised the whip and 
brought it down hard on her bottom, first with 
just the tips of the braided lashes and then with 
the thicker parts nearer the handle so that they 
could wrap themselves twice round her hips in 
their fiery embrace. The frustrated groans gave 
way to strangled cries of agony. Again. And 
again. The whip's kisses were now beginning to 
leave elegant dark-red trails on her light-gold 
skin. Down a little, letting the lashes wrap 
themselves round her legs, first together in a 
single embrace, then with quick flicks round each 
thigh in turn aiming ecstatic kisses from various 
angles at the glistening cleft between them. Then 
up again, round her waist and tummy, though 
careful not to let the lashes in their eagerness 
tear at the sharp clamps biting into her breasts.

After twenty or so strokes it was time for a 
short pause. I hung the whip by its loop from my 
left wrist and let the lashes fall gracefully to 
the floor. I unbuckled the gag and let it hang 
loosely while I gently wiped her face.

"Enjoying it, darling?"

"Oh, yes! _Yes_! Please don't stop!"

"Of course I won't."

For a while I played with the steel balls 
dangling from her tortured breasts, making their 
spikes prickle and tickle her unwhipped tummy, 
then adjusted the clamps so that their sharp 
teeth bit even more firmly into her nipples. Next 
I shortened the chains hanging her from the 
ceiling until her feet were off the ground and 
she was suspended entirely from her shoulders. I 
left her ungagged - I longed to hear the music of 
her unconstrained screams - and gripped the 
whip's handle in my right hand.

No more teasing now! Taking up position in front 
of her, relishing the look of fear and longing in 
her eyes, I brought the lashes down firmly on her 
lower stomach. At first she swung away from me in 
her chains, then as the whip embraced her and 
then released her it pulled her back towards me. 
Again. And again. She was screaming continuously 
now, not welcoming each stroke individually but 
responding to the continuum of sensation, the 
music's volume and pitch rising and falling. 
Without breaking the rhythm I moved behind her 
again and decorated her curved bottom with long 
streaks of dark red from the braided lashes. As 
often at this stage of a whipping I felt as if I 
was not taking part myself but just there to 
bring two lovers together, she and the whip 
yearning for each other and consummating their 
mutual lust. She swung to and fro, the whip 
pulling her back into its fiery embrace and she 
joyfully surrendering to it.

Time for another pause and a change of pace. I 
let her hang there by her chains for a few 
moments, tearfully begging me - begging the whip 
- to resume loving and delighting her. Without 
consulting her I put it down on the instrument 
table and instead picked up a gentler 
replacement, the one with many thin strands of 
whipcord decorated with hard knots along their 
length. It had always been one of Haruka's 
favourites and I knew her flesh, highly 
sensitised now by the vigorous embrace of the 
braided leather lashes, would relish the myriad 
tiny points of pain bursting over it like showers 
of golden stars. I lengthened the overhead chains 
again so that her feet touched the ground, and 
then began. With pretty "oohs!" and "aahs!" of 
delight she swayed in her firm stance, offering 
her bottom to the whip's light kisses. I worked 
round her, letting it pleasure her from all 
angles, flickering over her hips, her tummy, her 
legs and, trusting that it was too gentle to 
interfere with the grip of her nipple-clamps, at 
last giving her breasts their share of happiness.

This morning whipping session had gone on for 
longer than I normally allowed so I slowly 
brought it to an end, finishing with a couple of 
affectionate spanks with a broad paddle on her 
bright pink bottom. Then it was time to release 
her: I removed first the ankle cuffs, then - 
despite her protests - the nipple-clamps, and the 
gag with its hanging _uni_ spiked ball. Finally I 
unbound her arms from the horizontal bar and the 
chains which had suspended her from the ceiling. 
The chain connecting the top of her helmet to the 
ceiling came away at the same time but it amused 
me to leave her in the helmet itself with its 
cute nose-hook. I took her in my arms, wiped her 
face tenderly as well as I could through the 
helmet's mask, and kissed her.

"Oh, you were so good to me!" she murmured, "so, 
_so_ good! But you haven't finished, have you? Be 
good to me more ... take me in all my holes! I 
need it _so_ badly!"

"So do I, darling ... so do I."

"Of course! You've been working hard ... and I've 
just been enjoying myself." She raised her hands 
to her head and felt the helmet, now the only 
thing she was wearing apart from her heels. 
"Shall I keep this on?"

"Would you like to? You look very pretty and 
helpless like that."

"If it pleases you."

"It does - but I think I have an even better 
idea."

I helped her remove the helmet, then hunted in a 
drawer and found a metal and leather muzzle, 
wiped it carefully and inserted into her mouth. 
Like the ball-gag and nose-hook she had worn 
earlier it was fitted with straps: broad ones 
which buckled behind like a collar and narrow 
ones decorated with metal studs and spikes which 
passed either side of her nose and over the top 
of her head. The round plug dangled from a little 
chain.

"It suits you," I said, tightening the straps. 
"You look even prettier and even more helpless."

I turned her so she could see herself in the 
mirror. She wriggled delightfully in my arms and 
tried to agree with me; then picked up the plug, 
examined it and said something which might have 
been "What does this do?"

So of course I demonstrated how it fitted tightly 
into the metal hole over her mouth, with the 
pretty implication that her mouth was available 
only when it suited her owner to use it. Then I 
picked her up and carried her into the corridor. 
The door to the torture-chamber clicked shut 
behind us. She put one arm across my back and her 
other hand on my shoulder, looking up at me with 
her eyes shining in anticipation. Of course she 
could say nothing but she kicked with her legs - 
the little flirt! - as she had seen girls do in 
the porn videos she enjoyed watching so much. I 
shouldered the door into the bedroom open and 
placed her carefully on the bed. She quivered and 
twitched prettily as her inflamed and sensitised 
bottom touched the rough sheet, still rumpled 
from the night. I left her to enjoy the 
stimulation as I stood up again and removed my 
trousers.

Naked and achingly erect I returned to the bed 
and unscrewed the metal plug from the frame which 
covered Haruka's mouth and held it in the perfect 
position for penetration. Without a moment's 
hesitation she scrambled up into a kneeling 
position. She waved her hands in the air and then 
put them behind her back, making sounds from 
within her muzzle which I interpreted as meaning 
"Please bind me!"

"Good idea!" I said, and quickly added a simple 
pair of handcuffs.

She was prepared now to receive me. I carefully 
inserted my erection into the sheath waiting for 
it, and she began to suck.

It is a strange sensation, being sucked by a girl 
who is handcuffed and forced to wear a muzzle: 
she cannot use her lips or fingers, of course, 
and must try to make you come using only her 
tongue and throat. It takes longer and for that 
reason alone is more fun for both of you. However 
on this occasion I did not plan to come in her 
mouth, just to use it for lubrication and a 
foretaste of stronger pleasures to come. So after 
a few minutes of her expert stimulation I 
withdrew, sealed her mouth with the plug again 
and turned her onto her hands and knees so that 
her lower love-holes were enticingly displayed 
between buttocks and thighs still glowing pink 
and marked with trails of dark red. She knew what 
to expect and eagerly took up position.

I began with a deep plunge into her cunt, the 
nectar dripping from it and the saliva drenching 
my cock making the penetration gloriously 
complete. I could hear strangled gasps from her 
muzzle as I slammed against her sensitive bottom. 
For a while I remained there, grinding against 
her with my hips as my cock luxuriated in the 
channel prepared for it. But there was better yet 
to come, and after a dozen or so slow thrusts I 
withdrew completely. Without having to be told 
Haruka reached back with her manacled hands and 
managed to pull her buttocks gently apart, 
preparing her arse-hole for my entry.

I took it slowly, relishing the loving struggle 
between my cock-head and the tight muscular ring 
of her anus. She had been buggered often enough 
by now to have learned how to relax and allow 
easy access to her anal love-hole, but she also 
knew what a pleasure it was to a man to feel that 
he could penetrate its secrets only by loving 
force after a preliminary skirmish. She was just 
playing at making it difficult for me to enter 
her, but what a lovely game it was - for both of 
us! I was inside now, and began the slow 
invasion, my strong erection opening her tight 
sheath millimetre by millimetre. There was no 
hurry. It was all mine - mine to conquer and 
enjoy for as long as I wished. Except of course 
that its exquisitely tight caress, and Haruka's 
own delicate pulsation and expert dragging of me 
ever deeper into her secret passage, was sending 
urgent amorous messages to my balls: "Come! Send 
your hot sperm into me! Show me how you love me!" 
She was in control even though she pretended not 
to be, sucking my virility from my balls, pulling 
it relentlessly along my cock, forcing it to 
spray up, up as far as she desired, into her very 
centre. I surrendered happily to her power over 
me, feeling the spurts of cum squeezing along my 
tightly gripped erection, shooting joyously into 
her greedy passage.

We clung together, relishing the perfect union 
which only satisfied lust can give and making it 
last as long as we could. Then I felt myself 
shrinking and slipping out of her grip. The 
transcendent feeling was ending at last. But we 
knew we could revisit it whenever we wanted to. 
Haruka turned onto her back, held out her wrists 
for me to release, struggled with the straps of 
her muzzle, and was free.

"Oh, you were so good to me! And it was such fun 
wearing that mask! I love being fucked when I'm 
tied up. Promise to do lovely things like that to 
me again?"

"Try and stop me."

She giggled happily.

"It's nice being helpless and at your mercy."

"When you know perfectly well I'm the one who's 
helpless. I just need to look at you wearing 
fetish gear and I can't help doing whatever you 
want."

"Oh, isn't sex wonderful?" She stretched out 
luxuriously, then took my left wrist and looked 
at my watch. "Is that the time? I'm going to be 
late!"

"Won't he wait for you, whoever he is?"

"Oh, I expect so. And if he doesn't, there'll be 
someone else."

"Never have any trouble getting picked up, do 
you?" I said, reaching out to slap her bottom as 
she stood up.

"Of _course_ I don't!" she replied with a toss of 
her head, and strode off to the bathroom.

I was already in the living-room when she came 
down, fresh and sweet as ever, her long hair in a 
simple pony-tail, carrying a bag in one hand and 
a dress over her arm. To my surprise she was 
wearing a sort of thong - she normally preferred 
the thrill of going _nopan_ or panty-free when on 
dates. I examined it as she stood before me, 
flirting coquettishly. It consisted of a narrow 
band round her waist supporting a cord snugly 
between her legs, on which were threaded a number 
of round beads placed so as to press teasingly 
against her clitoris, cunt and arsehole.

"Very pretty," I said. "Where did you get it?"

"Oh, one of my lovers," she replied casually, 
"you know, someone who took me home after my 
shift at the strip-club. He said it looked nice 
on me. It feels nice too."

"I'm sure it does."

"Help me with this."

She stepped into the short blue halter-neck dress 
she had been carrying and I carefully slid the 
fastener up her bare back while she tied the 
loose bow behind her neck. She was already 
wearing her heels so she was set.

"See you later."

"Have fun," I replied with a farewell pat on her 
bottom through the tight blue miniskirt.

The front door of the apartment closed behind 
her, leaving me to complete some writing 
assignments and tidy up my accounts. After that, 
I had an appointment of my own to keep.

I returned during the afternoon to find Haruka 
sitting on the floor watching a porn video. To my 
surprise she was not nude but had some sort of 
shawl draped over her shoulders.

"How was the date?" I asked.

"Fine."

"Good fucking?"

"Oh, yes."

The shawl, I now saw, was the sheet of soft 
electrically charged fibres which I kept with the 
fucking-machine in my torture-chamber.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, I thought ... that is ..."

"I've never given you the combination for the 
lock on the door, have I?" I said, not waiting 
for her to explain.

"Er, no, but it wasn't difficult to find out. I 
just watched what you did when you took me 
there."

"Indeed. That was naughty of you," I said, trying 
to sound severe.

She looked up at me, startled. I was not really 
angry with her, but we had found early on in our 
relationship that pretending that she had been 
naughty and deserved to be punished added spice 
to our love-making.

"I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed one or 
two things ... so long as I put them back ..."

"One or two things, eh? And what else have you 
taken?"

"Oh, just a whip ... a _nice_ whip," she went on 
as if that made everything all right. I said 
nothing and waited for her to explain. "My date 
today ... well, it was our first real date. We'd 
met once before, in a cafe, but this was going to 
be the first time we made love. And men can be so 
unimaginative."

I went on saying nothing, waiting for her to 
continue. She did not normally tell me what 
happened on her secret lunchtime pick-up dates - 
not that she had any obligation to, of course - 
and I was interested.

"I mean, men know we girls like being fucked. But 
they often don't understand that we love being 
whipped too. Remember our friend Fumie's fiance - 
husband now, I suppose? He had to be told. Well, 
my date today is not very experienced and I 
thought ... if I had a nice whip in my bag and 
showed it to him when we got to where we were 
going then he would know what to do."

"And did he?"

"Oh, _yes_ ..." she said with a happy smile. Her 
eyes slid back to the video screen. "Look what 
they're doing to her! Ooh, the lucky girl! Will 
you do that to me? Please?"

The girl in the porn video was nude, wearing only 
ropes holding her arms to her sides and round her 
ankles. She was suspended upside down by her feet 
from an overhead hook, her hair just skimming the 
floor. Two men were taking it in turn to whip her 
as she swung rhythmically between them.

"I'd have to invite a friend to join me if we're 
to do that," I said.

"Of course! Why don't you invite several friends 
so you can all share me?"

"What a lovely little whore you are!" I said.

I bent forward and kissed her, then arranged the 
soft white shawl round her, smoothing it gently 
over her shoulders and breasts. Even from the 
reverse side I could feel through the cloth 
something of the endless electrical tingling 
which was delighting her.

She thanked me quietly, though whether for the 
gesture or the compliment I did not know. For 
both, perhaps.


FOOTNOTES

[24] This pretty device is known as an _uni_ or 
sea-urchin. Once again an instrument originally 
designed for the punishment of criminals in 
feudal times has been cleverly reconfigured by 
the modern Japanese sex-industry into something 
which gives delight to happy couples pleasuring 
each other. - B W


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