Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 17 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: Mff, ff, bd, tort, exhib, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 17

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER XVII

Preparations for a Party

Haruka's first video was released a couple of 
months later and had a modest success. The studio 
was a small one and lacked the resources to 
promote it as an important "debut" by a promising 
new artist, but my contact on _The Strippers_ 
kindly gave it a few pages, pointing out that 
Haruka had recently had her first exposure in his 
magazine. The series continued for another two 
episodes of stripping schoolgirls but the 
actresses going through the identical plots were 
not, in my opinion at least, nearly as pretty and 
arousing as Haruka and the project soon came to 
an end.

Of course that did not matter to Haruka. The 
important thing was that she had starred in her 
first professional sex-video. She even received 
some fan-mail, including a couple of offers from 
admirers willing to pay well for a session with 
her, one of them making some very imaginative 
suggestions about the enjoyable things he wanted 
to do to her. I had some difficulty persuading 
her not to accept these invitations at once, but 
she at last understood that a young sex performer 
with a career ahead of her could not accept 
private invitations from unknown clients unless 
they had been checked out first by an experienced 
studio or manager. However she told me later, 
with delighted giggles, how she had suggested 
shyly to one of her regular lovers at her hostess 
club that he try out the ingeniously sadistic 
ideas of her unknown fan, with highly 
satisfactory results for both of them.

"You haven't forgotten, have you?" asked Haruka 
one afternoon.

She had come back from one of her lunchtime 
assignations with the usual distant look on her 
face. I was able to bring her back from whatever 
private paradise she was temporarily inhabiting 
by asking her what her date had done to her. Had 
he been generous enough to rent a "theme" room in 
a love hotel, perhaps? She was happy to tell me. 
No, he had just taken her to a secluded spot in 
the grounds of the Hiei Shrine overlooking 
Akasaka. She had bent forward and clung to a tree 
while he gently raised her short skirt. As usual 
she was wearing nothing underneath and was ready 
to receive him in whichever of her love-holes he 
fancied. After all, as she reminded me, trying 
and completely failing to sound annoyed with me, 
my cruelty to her earlier in the day had left her 
poor bottom so hot and sensitive! Had he been a 
good lover? I asked. Oh yes, very satisfying ... 
but the best bit was yet to come! A pair of 
high-school boys out for a lunch-time walk - it 
was still school holidays time - had caught them 
at it. Had she been making a lot of noise? I 
asked. Well, perhaps she had been squealing a 
bit. After all, it had felt so good, what he was 
doing to her cunt! But the two boys didn't get 
embarrassed and walk on pretending they had seen 
nothing: they wanted to join in!

"Were they any good?" I asked.

"Well, inexperienced," said Haruka in a superior 
tone. "They knew about being sucked, of course. I 
guess the girls at their school were doing that 
to them all the time. But my date thought it 
would be fun if we - that is, they - all took me 
together. So he lay on his back on the grass and 
I sat on top so he could enter my cunt, I was his 
date after all, and leant forward so that one of 
the boys could take me in the arse. And do you 
know, he'd never done it before! Isn't that 
strange? You'd have thought the girls at his 
school would have taught him. But he got in at 
last, and then the other boy knelt by my mouth - 
_that_ was no problem, of course - and we sort of 
came together. It was nice."

"You're giving me an erection."

"Am I?" she asked innocently. "Well, what would 
you like to do to me? Perhaps not my arse, if you 
don't mind, not just for a little while, he was 
rather clumsy. But my cunt is ready as usual, or 
I could suck you or stroke you."

"A little stroking first, and then you could suck 
me - then when you're ready I could just visit 
your cunt and see how it's getting on. After all, 
I haven't been in there for hours. And finish in 
your mouth? How does that sound?"

"It sounds good. A nice messy one to finish with, 
please."

"Sure. If you promise not to wipe it off at once. 
You know I always think a girl looks specially 
pretty with cum on her face and tits."

So it was that Haruka was lying in my arms, 
snuggled up against me, translucent streaks of my 
cum decorating her face and her breasts where it 
had dripped from her chin. One hand was hopefully 
stroking my cock. It was while she was waiting 
for that to produce results that she asked me to 
assure her I hadn't forgotten something.

"Forgotten what?" I asked.

"My birthday, of course, silly! I'll be seventeen 
in October."

"Of course. You'll be quite a grown-up young 
lady. Ready to interest many more men."

"_Even_ more ..."

"What would you like?" I asked cautiously, hoping 
she would be reasonable in her demands.

"Can I have a party? A nice party with lots of 
sexy men all fucking me?"

"I don't see why not. Let me think about it."

Of course I could easily have invited a few good 
friends to come round to the apartment one 
evening for drinks and some food, letting them 
know that Haruka would be there, ready and eager 
to be fucked. We would all have a good time, but 
there would be nothing unusual or special about 
it and Haruka might well think that there was not 
much point: it would be less fun than a regular 
evening session at one of the clubs where she 
worked. I had standing invitations to several of 
the regular sex-parties organised by people I 
knew at weekends, always on the basis that when I 
came I would bring a pretty date who understood 
what she was there for. Well, Haruka would 
understand that all right and her freshness and 
youthful enthusiasm would make her a popular 
addition to the party; but there would be other 
more sophisticated girls there, experienced 
sex-video actresses and nude models, who might be 
more in demand than her and would look down on 
her relative inexperience. She might enjoy 
herself even so, but it would not feel like _her_ 
party. I needed help from someone not much older 
than Haruka who would know at once how to make a 
girl of just seventeen feel the centre of 
attention, and who also had the resources to give 
her the party of her dreams. It would not be easy 
to find someone like that. I began running 
through names in my mind, and perhaps it was 
thinking of the weekend sex-parties I sometimes 
attended and the beautiful actresses I met and 
fucked there that suddenly produced the answer - 
or at any rate someone who could help me to the 
answer.

Before Haruka came into my life there had been a 
girl called Sayaka Onodera [28]. She had not been 
a pupil of mine, though I had been able to 
contribute to her education by introducing her to 
a few sexual pleasures and techniques which were 
new to her. She had an older cousin called Reina 
who was an exceptionally beautiful and successful 
star of the Tokyo sex business. Reina was just my 
type, or one of my types: taller than average for 
a Japanese girl with lovely long legs and a 
strikingly elegant figure, and we had first 
become lovers at a sophisticated sex-party. I 
remembered the occasion well. I had spotted her 
almost as soon as I arrived and there was 
something about her amused sidelong glance in my 
direction that suggested she might not refuse my 
approach. Of course I had to do my duty by my 
date first. I helped her out of her clothes and 
made sensitive love to her - she was not 
inexperienced but it was her first time at a 
party where she was expected to fuck in front of 
the other guests - and then ensured that she was 
happily engaged being pleasured by a group of 
_bukkake_ enthusiasts [29]. I was then free to 
introduce myself to Reina.

Through her I came to know Sayaka. She idolised 
her beautiful elder cousin and was desperate to 
follow her into the sex business; and Reina, 
seeing her potential talent, had put a lot of 
effort into training her. When she decided Sayaka 
had acquired the basic skills of her profession - 
stripping, whipping, masochistic displays - she 
had arranged for her to become one of the 
mistresses of a wealthy man with a fancy for keen 
young beginners.

The following day, after Haruka had departed for 
one of her mysterious lunch engagements, I found 
Reina's number in an address-book. She was 
pleased to hear from me and did not reproach me 
for my neglect of her.

"I've been busy," I explained, "I have a pupil 
who decided to move into my apartment."

"Yes, I can imagine that would keep you busy."

"It's really about her I'm calling."

"Ah, yes, I thought it was too much to hope you 
were thinking of me."

"Oh, Reina ... once she has moved on, I'll have 
so much more time for friends like you," I said, 
feeling I had recovered rather cleverly.

"H'm, well ... Let me tell you that if you are 
planning to ask me to take on your little 
friend's training, I am just too busy. I did it 
for my cousin Sayaka - you remember Sayaka? - but 
that was special."

"What is Sayaka doing now?" I asked, pleased that 
Reina had mentioned her without my having to 
sound too interested in her.

"Oh, she's still with --- living in the apartment 
he set her up in. He visits her from time to 
time. Otherwise she keeps happy with the young 
men he supplies, and throws a lot of sex-parties. 
He likes to come along and watch."

She mentioned the name of an elderly Japanese 
businessman of such distinction that I have no 
intention of risking my position as a foreign 
resident in Japan by repeating it.

"Really? It must be a year now since you gave her 
to him. That's unusual, isn't it? I thought his 
girls only lasted a few months."

"They used to. He has about half-a-dozen at a 
time in different apartments, and I will say he 
is a generous _ojisan_, but once they lose that 
look of frightened innocence he likes so much he 
arranges to pass them on. But there's something 
about Sayaka ... actually the old goat can't do 
much these days, he mostly just likes to watch. 
And she arranges just the sort of elaborate 
sex-parties he enjoys. I've been to a few, that's 
how I know."

"That sounds just what I wanted to hear - it 
would be so good if she'd let my little girl 
attend one, and perhaps catch an _ojisan_ of her 
own. It would be the ideal next stage of her 
education."

"I'll give you her number. Then when at last 
you're rid of your little _roriita_, and before 
the next one comes along, you can invite me on an 
expensive date and make it up to me."

"I'd love to."

"H'm, well ..." she said again, gave me the 
number I wanted, and hung up.

Sayaka politely pretended to know who I was when 
I telephoned her, but I could tell that she 
really remembered only when I reminded her that I 
had met her with Reina in a cocktail lounge with 
striptease entertainment, on her very first visit 
to such an establishment, and how we had gone on 
to a "theme" hotel afterwards.

"Yes! That's right!" she said, and then added 
with a sexy giggle, "Do you know, that was my 
first experience of being whipped? I've never 
forgotten it!"

"Nor have I," I said politely. "I remember that 
you loved it very much and wanted me to go on 
doing it for ever."

"Well, of _course_ I did!"

"I'd love to see you again. May I come and 
visit?"

"Yes, I'd love you to. But you'll have to bring a 
_much_ stronger whip! I've learnt a lot since 
then, you know."

"I'm sure you have. I'll bring a very special 
one."

"Mm'mm. Come soon. Afternoons are best. My 
_ojisan_ prefers to come in the evening - and I 
will say for him, he's very thoughtful about 
letting me know in advance."

A few days later, early in the afternoon while 
Haruka was out, I found my way to the block just 
off the main shopping street in Omotesando where 
Sayaka's _ojisan_ had established her in an 
apartment. I was carrying a present for her, 
chosen in consultation with my friend Fujiko of 
Restraint, and carefully wrapped in the shop's 
elegant paper. I pressed the button marked 
"Onodera" and was surprised to be welcomed by a 
well-modulated male voice over the intercom. As 
instructed I took the elevator to the penthouse 
suite and was greeted at the apartment door by 
the owner of the voice, a bare-chested and 
barefoot young man wearing only black trousers.

"Mistress Sayaka is so looking forward to your 
visit, sir," he said. "Please enter."

I kicked off my shoes in the hallway but rejected 
his offer of fluffy house-slippers, following him 
down the corridor in my socks to the main 
living-area where Sayaka was reclining in a 
comfortable armchair.

"Please don't move!" I said, "you look far too 
comfortable."

I accepted her offered hand and bent forward to 
kiss her. Then I stood back and took a careful 
look. She was even prettier than I remembered, 
slimmer and with her long hair attractively 
waved, and was wearing a silken housecoat loosely 
tied round the waist and, as I could clearly see 
from my position standing near her head, with 
nothing underneath. Another young man, apparently 
identical to the one who had welcomed me at the 
door, was kneeling before her held in position 
with her legs wrapped firmly round his shoulders, 
his face buried in her crotch. He looked up at me 
for a moment, but Sayaka dug the sharp points of 
her stiletto-heels into his back and his face 
disappeared as his tongue resumed slurping 
rhythmically in her pussy.

"Lovely to see you again, Sayaka!" I said, "It's 
been a long time. You're very well set up here."

The room was large and elegantly furnished, its 
big picture-windows offering a view over the 
Meiji Shrine gardens. I did not say how pretty 
she was looking. Japanese girls are not 
accustomed to flattery, and she would in any case 
have read my admiration in my eyes as they roamed 
over her and looked down the half-open front of 
her loosely tied coat.

"Thank you. My _ojisan_ has been generous ... I 
have this apartment, all the clothes and 
equipment I want - and these young men to do 
whatever I tell them."

"I brought you this."

"Oh, you are kind! May I open it now?"

"Of course. I rather hoped you'd want to use it 
straightaway."

"If it's what I think it is, I hope _you'll_ want 
to use it!"

She looked at the black Restraint logo elegantly 
decorating the white carrier, showing an oriental 
girl's lovely slanting eyes looking through a 
black mask. The parcel inside was wrapped in 
paper folded diagonally in the traditional style 
of a high-class Japanese store. She unwrapped it 
carefully and one of her bare-chested young men 
was immediately at her side to receive the paper 
and pack it away neatly. She opened the box and 
revealed the whip I had chosen for her with 
Fujiko's help. She lifted it and admired the 
beauty of its seven flexible lashes, each of them 
braided from three thin strands of polished 
leather in varied colours, their edges roughened 
so that they could bite deliciously into a girl's 
tender flesh and leave pretty patterns on her 
skin. Sayaka ran the long lashes through her 
fingers, cooing as she imagined the delights they 
offered.

"Perhaps, Mistress Sayaka," said the young man, 
"we should draw lots to decide who should have 
the pleasure and honour of whipping you with this 
gift."

She looked up at him demurely, fluttering her 
eyelashes.

"Or perhaps you should draw lots to decide which 
of you _I_ should whip?" she murmured.

It was his turn to look demure and coquettish.

"Oh, Mistress Sayaka, would you really?" he 
asked, wriggling in his excitement.

She has really come a long way, I thought, if she 
has learned to take pleasure in being a 
enchanting little _sadisu-chan_ wielding a whip 
over a team of happy male slaves. Perhaps that 
explained why she had held her position in the 
affections of her _ojisan_ for so long. She 
turned to me.

"Bob, do you remember the first time you whipped 
me?"

"How could I forget?"

"It was such a simple whip ..."

"Yes, I think plain flat leather lashes are best 
when a girl is being given her first ever 
experience."

"I remember you tickled me with it so lightly at 
first I didn't even realise it _was_ a whip ... I 
wanted it more and more ... and you gradually 
made it kiss me harder ... oh, it was wonderful!"

"I remember you raising your bottom higher as if 
you were trying to get closer to it."

"It didn't feel as if you were whipping me. It 
felt as if I was pulling the lashes down onto 
myself."

"It was a beautiful experience for both of us."

"I'm so grateful to you! You made me love it so 
much ... and I've never stopped loving and 
wanting it since. I'm just looking for even 
better ways of experiencing it."

"I'm glad."

"Now ... before we try out the new one, there was 
something you wanted me to do for you."

"Well, it's a lot to ask, but the girl living 
with me just now is about to be seventeen. I 
wondered if you would be willing to give a party 
for her."

"Of course! I'd be delighted! My _ojisan_ is 
pleased if I give parties when he comes to see 
me. And he likes it if there are new girls there. 
Your girl is ... experienced is she?"

"Oh yes. I've been training her and she's very 
keen. She still has a lot to learn but she won't 
disgrace you."

"I remember my last birthday party so well ... 
that was when my _ojisan_ chose me."

"I wasn't there," I said, trying to keep my voice 
level and not to sound as if I was complaining.

"Reina arranged it for me. At a very exclusive 
club. I was performing with a group of friends 
then. We called ourselves the Chain Gang. You can 
guess the sort of show we put on! The group 
doesn't perform any more but I'm still in touch 
with some of them, and they come to my parties. 
Tell me what dates would suit you both and I'll 
arrange it."

"That's very kind of you. I really appreciate 
it."

"No ... I want to help a girl starting out on her 
career. I was like that once!"

What a difference there is, I thought, between an 
eager sex-kitten of sixteen and a grown-up young 
woman with her own clients and establishment.

The door buzzer sounded and the young man who had 
admitted me - or another identical one - ran down 
the corridor to admit whoever it was. Soon I 
could hear feminine chatter and laughter 
approaching and two beautiful girls entered. They 
were well worth looking at: they were so similar 
they could only be sisters, and were wearing 
dresses in an identical style, with very short 
tight skirts and elbow-length sleeves, one in 
gold and the other in glittering silver. Looking 
at their legs I noticed with approval that they 
were still wearing matching high-heels, having 
rejected the invitation to slop about in house 
slippers.

Sayaka kicked the man crouching between her legs 
out of the way, jumped up, made a sketchy attempt 
to adjust her short coat, and welcomed the two 
girls eagerly, slipping her arms round their 
waists. They made an enchanting picture, which I 
enjoyed to the full.

"Kin-chan, Gin-chan," she said when they had all 
finished kissing and squealing, "this is my 
friend Bob. I haven't seen him for ages. We're 
planning a party."

"Ooh!" said the two girls in unison, skipping 
prettily on their heels, "can we come? Can we 
come? Please?"

"Of course! I couldn't give a party without you!"

"Can you make it when Kuni-san is here? Then he 
can come too?"

"If you two will let him take part in the fucking 
and not keep him to yourselves."

"He's here tonight," said one of the girls. 
"We'll ask about his programme."

"Sounds like you've a heavy night ahead."

"Oh yes ..." said the other girl. "We've just 
been buying new clothes to please him. What do 
you think?"

They struck an attitude like a pair of models; 
then each freed the single jacket-button of their 
outfits and tossed the jackets over their 
shoulders, letting each trail on the floor from 
one hand. I could not help gasping at the effect 
they made. The minidresses they were both wearing 
were cut low enough to reveal fully their pretty 
firm breasts. Long tinkling decorations swung 
from the rings piercing their nipples, gold for 
one girl and silver for the other. They flirted 
their bodies at me, enjoying my appreciation.

"D'you think he'll like it?" they asked together.

"He'll be mad if he doesn't," I said. "Whoever he 
is, the lucky bastard."

"Oh, we're the lucky ones," said the gold girl.

"Do you mind if we ...?" said the silver one to 
Sayaka, gesturing towards the big picture window.

They dropped their jackets, which were at once 
gathered up and folded neatly by two of the 
respectful young men, and skipped over to the 
window without waiting for Sayaka's response. I 
followed them of course. Standing in front of the 
window was a row of metal columns a little less 
than a metre high, each topped with something a 
little like a bicycle saddle. The two girls 
raised their skirts, revealing pretty hairless 
cunts unconstrained by even the skimpiest 
panties, and prepared to straddle two of these 
structures. As they did so they pressed buttons 
which caused thick penis-shaped dildos to rise 
from the centre. They impaled themselves 
delightedly and wriggled into position, and I 
could just hear the humming from the mechanisms 
causing the dildos to thrust and vibrate 
precisely to their requirements.

"Aah, that's better!" said the silver girl.

"Yes, it's been _hours_!" said the gold girl.

"You were all right," said her sister accusingly. 
"A man tried to finger you on the subway."

"But he wasn't much good. He only just got me 
into the mood."

"Who is Kuni-san?" I asked, feeling I had to do 
something to keep my own lust from bursting out 
of control.

"Oh, he's our lover. We share him."

"Lucky bastard," I said again.

"He's a long-distance truck driver. He's away for 
ten days or so and then has leave here in Tokyo. 
The first night he gives us all the cum he's 
built up while he was away. Every drop!"

"How can you be sure?" I asked unkindly.

"Oh, we can tell! We know how much there should 
be and how many times he should be able to come!"

"But he can't tell about us! That's the lovely 
thing about being a girl - you can come and come 
and _come_, and still be ready for more and 
more!"

"What do you do when he's away?" I asked.

"Well, we have to work, of course. With the money 
we make from fucking and Kuni-san's salary from 
the truck company we can afford a nice apartment, 
but ... In the early evening we work a shift at a 
_sopurando_. That's where we met Kuni-san, he was 
a customer."

"Together?"

"Oh yes! The management offer us as a couple. We 
cost a lot extra but the customers seem to love 
being serviced by the two of us. We get lots of 
tips."

"And then later we do a session at a hostess club 
or strip theatre. That's such fun! Everybody 
wants to have us together - you know, 
_jitensha_ [30]."

"Sometimes we do a lesbian display. That really 
gets the gentlemen in the right mood."

"I can imagine," I said.

Even the idea of it was getting me into the right 
mood.

"We're twin sisters, you see. Until we had our 
nipples pierced and chose gold and silver rings 
no one could tell us apart. Our names aren't 
really Kin and Gin [31] but everyone calls us 
that. And of course incest is always a turn-on 
for gentlemen ..."

"And lesbian incest by twin sisters ... there's 
never been anything like it for getting a party 
going!"

There was a short pause while the two girls 
squirmed happily on their dildos and I tried not 
to let my imagination get completely out of 
control.

"I want a cock," the two girls then said, almost 
in unison.

There was a chorus of "Yes, Mistress Kin!" "Yes, 
Mistress Gin!" "Please let me!" "No it's my 
turn!" from the helpful young men. Somehow they 
contrived to decide who should have the privilege 
and two of them removed their uniform black 
trousers, taking up position standing beside the 
girls and respectfully offering their erections 
to their mouths. I decided I had neglected my 
hostess for long enough and returned to her 
reclining chair. She had taken off her short coat 
and was in a kneeling position with her arms 
along the back, watching Kin and Gin with an 
amused expression on her face while one of the 
young men busied himself tenderly kissing and 
stroking her bottom.

"They're fun, those two, aren't they?" she said. 
"We were at school together, and they were 
members of the Chain Gang."

"How many girls were there?"

"Seven. But we've split up. Masumi - she was my 
best friend at school - has decided to become a 
lesbian and hangs around mostly with her group. 
We're still friends and sometimes when we meet 
she teaches me some of the nice things they do 
together. Jun and Aki are working as OLs now. 
They're popular and get fucked a lot on dates but 
they'll end up married and spend their lives at 
PTA meetings. Pity. Such a waste. So there are 
only me and the twins left. Oh no, that's only 
six. Whom have I forgotten? Of course - Kokomi."

"What is she doing?"

"Well, she was always good at gymnastics. She and 
her lover have a special routine and they are 
often booked to entertain at nightclubs and 
sex-parties. She takes up a series of very 
difficult poses and remains absolutely motionless 
while he whips and canes her. It sounds a bit 
weird but she loves it and the act is very erotic 
to watch."

"I'd love to see it."

"Talking of whipping ..."

"Of course. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

She sat up and turned to give instructions to the 
young man who had been pleasuring her.

"Right, that's enough for now. Bring some ropes 
and a pole for my arms. You'll need some of the 
others to help you."

"Yes, Mistress Sayaka. At once. And thank you for 
letting me enjoy your arse. It was so nice!"

She waved a hand dismissively, then stood up.

"Let's move the chair closer to the window. I 
expect Kin and Gin would like to watch."

We pushed it together to a spot near the 
picture-windows, quite close to where the two 
girls were still squirming on their hot-seats and 
sucking their chosen cocks. Several young men 
came running up, chattering excitedly and 
carrying a bamboo pole and neatly coiled ropes. 
Sayaka knelt on the chair again and stretched out 
her arms while they bound them carefully to the 
pole. One young man offered me a ball-gag.

"Yes, I think so, don't you?" I said as I dangled 
it before Sayaka's eyes. "Can't have you calling 
out for mercy or anything like that, can we?"

"Sadist!" she said happily, and then the gag 
slipped into her willing mouth and I tightened 
the straps behind her head.

I picked up the box holding the new whip and 
carefully took it out, letting the lashes cascade 
to the carpet where Sayaka could see them. Then I 
went and stood behind her, running my hands up 
and down her helpless body. I noticed that Kin 
and Gin had brought the cocks in their mouths to 
orgasm and were now watching in fascination as 
they licked their lips and enjoyed the cum they 
had extracted from the slaves. A vague but 
pleasing fantasy of myself alternating between 
torturing Sayaka as cruelly as I knew how and 
submitting to the twins' sweet sadism flashed 
across my mind. I placed my hands on Sayaka's 
bound arms and leant forward till my head was 
almost touching hers.

"Ready, darling?" I whispered. "Remember, if you 
want me to stop you only have to ask me nicely."

There was an incoherent grunt from behind the 
ball-gag.

I stood, picked the new whip carefully from its 
box and took up position behind Sayaka to the 
left of her chair. Because the whip's lashes were 
each braided from several strands of leather they 
were thicker than those of a less complex 
instrument, but they were long and flexible, and 
the little coloured bows at each tip gave them a 
flirtatious and almost girlish look. My friend 
Fujiko had told me how much she enjoyed their 
affectionate caress, even when applied with a 
lover's full strength: her employers encouraged 
her to borrow and experiment with the latest 
lines so that she could daintily describe to the 
shop's customers the masochistic delights their 
girls could expect.

I began by dribbling the lashes lightly over 
Sayaka's expectant bottom, tickling and teasing 
it as I had done all those months ago at our 
first meeting. She shivered and wriggled, and I 
could hear frustrated moans from behind her 
ball-gag. Gradually I increased the strength of 
the strokes, and noted with pleasure how her 
bottom began to rise rhythmically to meet and 
welcome the kisses of her seven lovers. I whipped 
her harder and harder, enjoying the pretty  
coloured patterns of the lashes as they fell and 
the elaborate dark-red traces they left behind on 
her firm flesh. Of course a whip of this quality 
can give of its best only to a girl standing 
freely in a whipping-frame or suspended from a 
ceiling-hook - then the long braided lashes can 
curl deliciously round her, embracing her several 
times and tormenting her breasts and the 
sensitive valley of her crotch, their roughened 
edges dragging against her quivering flesh 
apparently as reluctant to release her as she is 
to let them leave. But even in her kneeling 
position I was able to vary the angle of my 
strokes so that I could delight her thighs and 
back as well as her bottom. This was just a 
taste, I thought: enough to make her impatient 
for the fullness of the whip's love. She was 
experienced enough in the pleasures of masochism 
to know how to exploit the new instrument's 
possibilities when offering herself to her master 
or to other regular lovers.

After twenty minutes or so I let the whip fall, 
walked round to her head and released her from 
the ball-gag.

"Was that good?"

"You know it was," she said after swallowing her 
accumulated saliva. "It was wonderful. But it 
wasn't enough. It never is!"

I held the whip out as long as I could between my 
outstretched hands.

"He's beautiful, isn't he? I hope he'll give you 
hours and hours of pleasure."

"I'm sure he will. Thank you so very much."

"I must go now. Haruka will be waiting for me. 
We'll be in touch about the party for her 
birthday."

One of the young men politely accompanied me down 
the corridor. As I left and turned for a last 
look at Sayaka, her arms still pinioned to the 
bamboo pole, I saw one of his colleagues pick up 
the whip and stand respectfully before her as she 
gave her instructions.

Haruka was already home when I returned. She was 
lying on the floor in front of the TV monitor, 
her head against the couch, naked apart from her 
beloved clamps. She was wearing the little metal 
frames with cross-bars which can be screwed 
together to torture the nipple. She had probably 
been wearing them discreetly under her clothes 
all through her lunch date: I hoped her lover had 
been suitably stimulated when he undressed her 
and found them. There was a vibrator deep in her 
cunt, its control at the end of its wire 
conveniently by her left hand; a porn video was 
playing on the monitor, the remote in her right 
hand so that she could rewind the disc and enjoy 
again any passages she had found especially 
arousing. She made a charming picture of a 
thoroughly contented girl, I thought. After a 
moment I identified the video she was watching as 
one of my most recent acquisitions. The 
story-line concerned two sisters who had been 
kidnapped and were being trained in the skills of 
masochistic sex before being sold as slaves. I 
had seen it several times already and Haruka had 
arrived at one of my favourite scenes: the elder 
sister, bound and hanging from a ceiling hook, 
was being expertly whipped by an elderly sadist 
with a medium-length cat of narrow leather 
strips. She had reached the point of no return, 
her mind helplessly flipped from feeling pain to 
experiencing transcendent joy as the leather 
lashes hissed and sizzled ruthlessly down onto 
her arse, thighs and back. The younger girl was 
present, also nude and led by a rope binding her 
arms, brought to watch a torture which she had 
yet to experience. She was whimpering and begging 
for mercy, not understanding that her sister had 
crossed the divide and was now addicted to an 
ecstasy which she would constantly implore her 
future masters to grant her. She had become a 
perfect sex-slave, I thought, as indeed would her 
kid sister in the following scene. "Oh, please 
whip me! Please fuck me! Promise to whip me!" 
they would be crying pathetically to their new 
owners in the final moments of the video after 
they were auctioned.

"Nice, isn't it?" I said to Haruka after bending 
down to kiss her.

"Lovely!" she said happily without taking her 
eyes from the screen.

"Did your lunchtime date whip you as well as 
that?"

"No, not really. But I made him try. The nice 
thing about this video," she went on, gesturing 
towards the screen with the hand holding the 
remote, "is that it's _genuine_. The man is 
really whipping her hard, and she's really 
enjoying it."

"Yes, have you seen the company slogan at the 
end?"

"No. I haven't got to the end yet. I keep going 
back to watch the best bits again."

"'We always do it for real'. The company slogan 
of the Marucho Studio. I know them well. I'll 
introduce you to the Chairman if you like. I 
expect she'll give you a screen-test if I ask 
her."

"She?"

For the first time Haruka took her eyes off the 
girl being so beautifully whipped and looked up 
at me.

"Oh yes. A woman Chairman. She began as a porn 
actress the moment she was old enough and now 
runs the studio. If you want to enter the porn 
business after your eighteenth birthday - _and_ 
if you are good enough - she'll help you. She's 
very good to the keen young beginners."

"Ooh! Yes please! And will you tell her I'll 
always, _always_ do it for real?"

"Of course. But that's for the future. The next 
thing is your _seventeenth_ birthday. And I have 
some exciting news for you."

Haruka took her coming birthday party very 
seriously and discussed with me several times 
what she might wear. It may seem absurd that she 
was so interested in her clothes when the other 
guests would be concerned to get her out of them 
as early as possible, but girls are like that ... 
and there was a certain sense in wearing 
something that would inspire the strongest 
possible desire to see her remove it.

At last she reached a decision.

"I shall go as a cat," she announced one morning 
over a late breakfast, a few days before the date 
fixed for the party.

"What made you decide that?" I asked.

"I was dancing at Synthesis last night," she 
explained. "My manager asked me to go there again 
to help out. Girls keep letting them down - 
calling in the morning to say with no notice that 
they won't be coming in. And it's not because 
they're having an early period either," she added 
disapprovingly.

"Well, you know what it's like at a big 
establishment like that," I said. "A girl meets a 
man in the audience, they like each other and go 
off together when her shift is over, and the next 
day they decide to carry on fucking for another 
day or two."

"It's very unprofessional," she said. She was 
starting to take her work as a sex artist 
seriously, I thought. "If I was managing a place 
like that, I wouldn't take a girl back if she let 
me down."

"Oh, there's always work for pretty girls who 
want to be nude in public," I said tolerantly. 
"You can't be angry with girls like that!"

She looked at me severely and I could tell she 
was about to say something about men being too 
easy for girls to manipulate. Well, of course we 
are, and why not so long as they manipulate us by 
giving us all the sex we want? But I did not want 
to discuss that over breakfast.

"Tell me how you came up with the cat idea," I 
said.

"Well, you know Synthesis like to have a theme 
for the big final display? Last night we were all 
cats. Just a little mask over our eyes, with ears 
and whiskers attached, and a tail - a belt with a 
furry thing dangling behind. It was such fun! Of 
course we can think up a much more elaborate 
costume together but keep the basic idea."

"Did you get fucked?"

"Of _course_! Several times ... In fact the 
manager told me to act shy, you know the sort of 
thing. Because I was the youngest girl on stage 
he wanted me to let the gentlemen think I was 
very inexperienced and didn't know they wanted me 
so much."

"And did you?"

"Well, I _tried_ ..." she said, wriggling 
slightly on her chair, "but I just couldn't. When 
they came up to take me it was so wonderful, how 
could I resist, even just pretending to? I longed 
to be fucked even more than they wanted to fuck 
me."

"But anyway, the cat costume was effective? 
Stimulated the men's lust?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good. Let's go for that then. We'll need to do 
some shopping."

"Ooh! Nice!"

"There isn't much time before Saturday. What are 
you doing for lunch today? Do you have a date?"

"No - nothing definite. I was planning to go 
somewhere where I know I will be picked up, but 
it can wait."

"Good. We'd better leave as soon as you've 
finished breakfast."

She fluttered her eyelashes at me and wriggled 
delightfully.

"I've finished ... but haven't you forgotten 
something?"

"Have I?" I asked, knowing perfectly well what 
she meant.

"I haven't had my morning whipping yet."

"Oh, well ... I suppose I must ..."

She knew I was only teasing her. She stood up, 
took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to 
the door of the torture-chamber. As I operated 
the code-lock she stood on tiptoe in her 
high-heels and kissed me. I took her naked body 
in my arms and could feel her shivering slightly.

"You will make it a specially good one, won't 
you?" she said shyly.

I have never been able to refuse Japanese girls: 
they ask so nicely for what they want.

An hour later, delightfully pink from the whip 
and fresh from the shower, her hair in a youthful 
ponytail, she was in the bedroom deciding what to 
wear for our shopping expedition. She had already 
picked out a white tank-top cut low to give a 
good view of her breasts and a pretty pale green 
miniskirt wide enough to swing nicely round her 
bottom as she walked and offer occasional 
glimpses of its lower curves. I was already 
looking forward to being envied by other men as I 
escorted such an attractively dressed girl in 
public. First however she was considering one of 
her favourite thongs, the one with metal _benwa_ 
balls which press agreeably against her cunt and 
arsehole. I stood and watched her trying to 
decide whether to wear it or not, careful to 
offer no advice. I just do not know which is more 
delightful: a girl naked under her little skirt, 
her love-holes trembling as they are kissed into 
desire by the fresh air, or a girl wearing a 
little strip over her crotch cleverly designed to 
tickle her appetite gently at her every movement. 
She reached her decision at last and pulled on 
the thong, drawing the waistband tight so as to 
get maximum stimulation from the metal balls. 
Then she stepped into her miniskirt and pulled on 
the tank-top, dragging the front as far down her 
breasts as it would go and tossing her hair down 
her back out of the way. She added a pair of gold 
high-heels which would go well with the pale 
green of the skirt, and was ready.

"Where are we going?"

"Shinjuku. I want you to meet a friend of mine 
who works in a shop there."

She sat demurely in the subway, knees together 
and occasionally playing innocently with her 
ponytail, ignoring the lustful glances of the few 
men in the carriage, but I knew she was secretly 
enjoying the way the movement of the train caused 
the _benwa_ balls pressing against her cunt and 
into her arsehole to keep up their unpredictable 
vibration. Soon enough - too soon for Haruka, I 
guessed, but I was looking forward to seeing 
Fujiko again - we reached Shinjuku and left by 
the West Exit.

The part of Restraint which opened onto the 
street was devoted to sales of straightforward 
clothing, sex-toys and videos. The men thumbing 
through the magazines glanced up for a moment as 
I led Haruka through the shop and then returned 
to their fantasies. In the next room Fujiko was 
respectfully attending to a couple of Office 
Ladies on an early lunch-break, oohing and aahing 
over a show-case exhibiting a selection of cuffs 
and gags. She was looking delightfully pretty in 
a simple halter-neck minidress, the bow behind 
her neck loose to offer side-glimpses of her 
breasts. She excused herself politely from the 
other customers and welcomed us warmly. I 
introduced her to Haruka, whose eyes were already 
shining with excitement as she took in the varied 
equipment on display.

"I'm so sorry," I said, "we've come when you are 
busy."

"Not at all!" she replied. "The customers are 
still deciding ... What can I do for you today?"

"Well, Haruka has been with me for a while but 
she is about to become seventeen."

Fujiko smiled at her encouragingly.

"And of course we are planning a party to 
celebrate ... that is, a good friend of mine is 
kindly arranging one for her ... and we wanted 
your help in deciding what she should wear."

"I'm sure you already have ideas," said Fujiko 
politely to Haruka.

"Yes! I want to go as a cat."

"How very clever, and pretty. I guess you will 
need a mask, to start with? Let me take you to a 
colleague in the main room where we stock things 
like that, and when you've chosen we can discuss 
the other ... er ... items."

A polite young man knew exactly what Haruka 
wanted and quickly produced a style of mask 
designed to cover the upper part of the face and 
fixed to a sort of Alice band which fitted neatly 
over the head. There were perky cat-ears and long 
springy whiskers made of wire. Haruka's eyes 
sparkled through the holes as she tried it on in 
the mirror.

"What do you think?"

"Very pretty," I said.

The young man smiled politely and put it aside 
for us as we returned to Fujiko's specialised 
department. The two OLs had left and she was 
waiting for us, leaning over her counter.

"I hope we didn't put those girls off buying what 
they wanted," I said.

"Oh, no. They're not ready yet. Another couple of 
visits and one of them will take the plunge - and 
then the other will follow. A pair of cuffs and a 
gag for each of them, I expect, to be displayed 
shyly on their next dates. And when they discover 
what a success they are with their lovers they'll 
be back for more, so I can introduce them gently 
to their first whips and clamps and things like 
that."

"Lucky guys," I said, meaning the lovers and 
dreaming momentarily of pretty helpless girls 
submitting timidly to the first caresses of the 
whips that Fujiko had helped them choose.

"Yes, they'll make nice obedient slaves. OL 
training is good for that. Now, about that cat 
costume. Did you find the mask you wanted?"

Haruka hardly heard: she was gazing fascinated at 
a chastity belt in gleaming steel occupying 
centre place under the glass of Fujiko's counter. 
It was fitted with a long thick dildo and a 
deeply ridged anal finger also of shining metal.

"Do those ... things ..." she asked in a husky 
whisper, "vibrate and ... you know ..."

"Of course!" said Fujiko with a gentle smile. 
"They vibrate and give you lovely electrical 
surprises - very powerful when they're turned 
right up! They are radio operated by a remote, 
and that also controls the locking mechanism. Of 
course your lover has that. He decides how long 
you must keep the belt on and chooses the things 
it does to you."

"Have you tried it?" asked Haruka, almost 
overwhelmed by the beauty of the instrument and 
its possibilities of teasing torment.

"Oh yes! I wore it for a whole weekend recently. 
Well, not all the time, of course. He let me take 
it off from time to time! But it was such fun 
wearing it secretly in public while he tried to 
surprise me and make me give myself away."

"We thought long black boots and matching 
gloves," I said firmly. The shopping trip looked 
like being quite expensive and while I did not 
grudge Haruka her sexy cat outfit - was looking 
forward to seeing her wear it, in fact - the 
budget would not stretch to other pricey toys. 
"And a corset."

"Yes, that would look very pretty on the young 
lady," said Fujiko, discreetly abandoning the 
chastity belt. "Let me see what I can find. What 
is your shoe size?"

Haruka told her, then hastily added, "But I like 
to wear them a little tight - and with the 
highest possible heels."

Soon Fujiko was unfolding and laying out on the 
counter shiny black thigh-boots in a flexible 
plastic-coated material which would cling like a 
second skin. Next came matching long gloves, or 
rather sleeves ending in a discreet loop for the 
middle finger which, as Fujiko explained, would 
leave the hands free "for whatever you want to do 
... gentlemen like to see a girl in gloves but 
for touching and stroking in a really sensitive 
way your fingers alone are best, don't you 
think?"

Haruka was too excited to reply.

"Would you like to try these on? I think they 
will fit but I would like you to be quite sure 
before you decide. Oh, you will need some 
baby-powder to help you get into them. Here ..."

"What about the corset?" I interrupted.

"Oh yes ... just round the waist, I think, don't 
you? Leaving the breasts and the bottom free?"

Haruka nodded eagerly, and Fujiko soon found what 
she wanted, sliding it deftly out of its plastic 
wrapping. The two girls vanished behind the 
curtain of a discreet cubicle, leaving me to gaze 
round the shop while Haruka's transformation was 
taking place. I was just making up my mind to at 
least ask the price of the steel chastity belt 
when the curtain was drawn back and an elegantly 
erotic figure stepped out. Fujiko's taste had 
been perfect: the boots and sleeves looked as if 
they had been sprayed onto Haruka's legs and 
arms. Her pretty little feet looked even tinier 
in the tight boots and the high spike heels 
forced her into that teetering walk, strutting 
yet helpless, that no man can resist. She struck 
a glamour pose with her hands behind her neck, 
pushing her naked breasts forward, then came to 
me.

"You look gorgeous," I said. "Quite irresistible. 
How does it feel?"

"Lovely. I can already feel my feet tingling ... 
constricted and _so_ sexy! And very tall heels 
like these always make me feel halfway to orgasm 
already ... Will you tighten my corset for me?"

"Sure."

She turned her back and I pulled the laces 
through the strong eyeholes, lined with metal 
rings designed to take the stress of exquisitely 
tight bondage. But not as firmly as I would bind 
her on the evening of the party: I gave her only 
a taste of the delicious constriction in store 
for her then. She twisted round, stood on tiptoe 
to give me a grateful little kiss, then returned 
to pirouetting round the room.

Fujiko stood by her counter, watching Haruka 
proudly.

"I wonder, as a cat, you should have claws, don't 
you think?" She went to the door and called her 
colleague who had provided the cat mask. "Could 
you very kindly bring me a set of fingernails? 
Fetish ones - black, the longest we have, and 
with sharp points."

It took the young man only a few moments to find 
what was wanted. He handed them to Fujiko, looked 
appreciatively at Haruka, and withdrew. Fujiko 
opened the little plastic box and showed us both 
the pretty contents.

"They clip on, you see: they don't need adhesive. 
They will look very sweet on you, and your 
partners will enjoy it when you prickle them 
gently with the points. At the right moment! 
Trust me - there's nothing a man likes more than 
a submissive girl suddenly showing just a little 
bit of resistance! It stimulates him, inspires 
him, makes him try to control you ..."

"Lovely!" said Haruka. "There's just one other 
thing."

"Of course! Your tail."

"When I was on stage ..." began Haruka carefully, 
and then suddenly realised what she was saying, 
"... I mean, I saw some girls dancing on stage 
recently and they were wearing cat outfits with a 
tail fixed to a belt round their waists."

"Oh, I think we can do better than _that_!" said 
Fujiko with a little laugh. She quickly pulled a 
box from a shelf, opened it and laid the contents 
out on the counter. "How about this?"

"Ohh!" said Haruka: and then "_ooohh_!" as she 
took in the implications of what she was looking 
at.

It was a long tail with black fur fixed to a 
flexible wire spine and ending in a long, deeply 
ridged dildo in black plastic.

"Would you like to try it?" she asked in a 
conspiratorial whisper.

"Oh, _yes_! May I?"

"Of course. Shall I fix it for you? Or perhaps it 
would be better if Williams-san ..."

I did not wait to be asked twice.

"Let me give you a little oil to help it in more 
smoothly ..."

She poured some kind of oily lotion onto a tissue 
and wiped it copiously over the dildo. Haruka, 
knowing what to expect, turned her back and I 
pushed her down by the shoulders till she was 
leaning forward with her naked bottom in the air. 
She let out a sexy little squeal as the oiled tip 
touched her tight rosebud, then moaned happily as 
the dildo progressed, ridge by ridge, into her 
anal passage. At last it was inserted as deep as 
it could go, and the first hairs of the tail's 
fur were brushing maddeningly against the inner 
curves of her arse. Slowly she stood up. The wire 
spine of the tail made it stand out proudly from 
her bottom before curving elegantly and falling 
towards the floor. Her anal muscles, naturally 
seeking to expel the intruding object, began to 
contract and relax rhythmically. The last wide 
ridge held the dildo firmly inside her anus, but 
the muscular spasms made the tail frisk and swing 
up and down. The effect was magical, one of the 
most beautifully erotic pictures I have ever 
seen. Fujiko led her to the mirror so that she 
could share our enjoyment of the lovely sight.

"It's beautiful!" said Haruka at last, "and it 
feels so _good_! I never want to take it out. 
Never, never!"

"Well, there might be occasions ..." suggested 
Fujiko gently.

"Yes, of course - but when the man has finished 
I'll insist that he puts it back in!"

"Are you planning to leave your breasts bare?" 
asked Fujiko.

"Oh, no! I'll have a beautiful decoration ... a 
collar with lots of chains fixed to my nipples."

"If he chose it, I'm sure it will be lovely. He 
has such good taste."

"It's meant to be a surprise," I said severely. 
"Haruka, it's time we left. You get changed while 
I, er ..."

I reached into my pocket for my credit-card.

"Oh," said Haruka coquettishly, "mayn't I wear 
it all home?"

"No, you may not. It's for the party and not to 
be worn till then."

I had no intention of getting into a discussion 
on the subject with Haruka. She would soon talk 
me into letting her wear at least some of her new 
wardrobe in the street and on the subway, and the 
trouble was that my imagination was already 
working overtime picturing her doing just that. 
She, I had come to realise, was entirely serious 
about appearing in public in outrageously 
provocative clothes and the only way of 
controlling her was to refuse outright to let her 
do it. Arguing about it and giving way to her 
step by step was fatal. That risky obsession of 
hers with provoking lust in others was something 
I wanted to discuss with her, and the moment to 
do it had perhaps arrived.

"What a nice girl Fujiko-san is," said Haruka a 
few minutes later as we walked down the street 
back towards the station, she again technically 
decent in her white tank-top and green miniskirt 
and I keeping my erection under control by 
worrying about the quantity of bags we were 
carrying. "May I invite her to my party, do you 
think?"

I thought for a moment. It was after all her 
party, a party being given in her honour, and 
Sayaka would make sure plenty of men were 
present.

"Yes, I guess that would be all right. I'll tell 
Sayaka. And I thought I'd suggest Fumie and her 
husband. You like her, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! We said we were going to be best 
friends. But then she married that dull fiance of 
hers and went off on honeymoon ..."

"He's all right. He's not so dull since he learnt 
to give her what she really wants. It would do 
him good to share her and he can make the other 
girls happy now she's taught him how. And we 
mustn't invite too many girls on their own. You 
want more men than girls at a party like that."

"Oooh!" she said, and skipped happily along 
beside me. "Are we going home now?" she asked 
after a few moments.

"Yes, but not directly. I want to have lunch 
first. We'll find a place in the station."

For a moment I thought she was going to object, 
then she slipped her free hand into my arm.

"All right. Let's have something to eat. You will 
need all your strength this afternoon."

"How do you mean?"

"I'll need a lot of fucking. And whipping. 
Normally when I go out on my own at midday I find 
a man to pick me up and take me somewhere to do 
that. But I haven't been picked up today, have I? 
And all that preparation for the party has given 
me an _enormous_ appetite."

Before long we were settled at a small table in a 
cafe in Shinjuku Station, sitting very close 
together surrounded by bags from Restraint.

"How does it make you feel, being about to be 
seventeen?" I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes dancing with mischief, 
then suddenly became serious.

"It feels strange," she said at last. "I mean, 
only the other day I was just a little 
schoolgirl, learning how to suck cocks nicely, 
longing to be fucked properly but frightened 
about what might happen if I was. Then I was 
taken to a strip-club ..."

"And you were nude before an audience for the 
first time ..." I prompted her.

"Yes! And when I did that I knew ... I just 
_knew_ that I couldn't live without it! I wanted 
to be nude and fucked in public for ever and ever 
without stopping for a single moment!"

She was silent, gasping with emotion and 
excitement.

"And then," I suggested softly, "you were picked 
up by a horrible hairy _gaijin_ ..."

She recovered quickly, and smiled at me sweetly. 
Our knees were already touching under the little 
table but I felt her leg begin to rub gently 
against me.

"... Who was so good to me," she murmured, "and 
taught me everything I know about sex."

It wasn't true, of course, but it was sweet of 
her to say it.

"And all that time," she went on, "ever since my 
first public performance, I have been longing to 
be a real sex artist. Nude model. Adult video 
actress. And now I'm going to be seventeen I can 
start being it for real."

"Well, in theory," I said carefully, "even before 
you are eighteen you are allowed to do 'glamour' 
modelling - bikini shots with high heels, school 
swimsuits, that sort of thing."

"It doesn't sound much," she said accusingly, as 
if it were my fault.

"Well, yes, but once you're old enough to be 
taken on legally by a professional studio, it can 
lead to lots of things. Girls posing for nude 
shots or taking part in fuck videos are supposed 
to be eighteen, but who knows really? Pretty 
Japanese girls look underage even when they 
aren't."

"Yes ..." she said thoughtfully, "I have to be a 
seventeen-year-old girl pretending to be an 
eighteen-year-old-girl pretending to be fifteen 
or so. That's right, isn't it?"

"Exactly right. Of course you know that when you 
perform nude at public theatres like Synthesis, a 
lot of the audience are taking pictures of you or 
videoing you."

"Yes! It's lovely! Makes being nude feel even 
nicer."

"How does it make you feel, knowing that all 
those shots and scenes of you are out there, 
being posted on the internet and so on?"

"Oh, it's so exciting! Thousands of men looking 
at me all over the world, wanting me ... but it 
does seem such a waste," she added with a sexy 
giggle, "all those litres and litres of cum being 
shot over me, and I don't get to taste any of it! 
I could bathe in it, don't you think? _Swim_ in 
it!"

"You love cum, don't you? Did it give you your 
first orgasm, the first time a boy came in your 
mouth - or was that earlier?"

"Oh, much earlier. I was stroking myself in bed. 
My breasts had begun to grow, you see, and were 
already very sensitive. My chest had never felt 
that way before, and I was enjoying it, and 
trying to find other areas it was fun to tickle, 
and my fingers found their way, ever so 
naturally, to the interesting places between my 
legs. And then suddenly I sort of exploded! I had 
no idea what was happening. For a moment I 
wondered if I'd died and gone to heaven."

I nodded gently as she waited for my reaction.

"Lots of girls feel that their first time," I 
said.

"Well, of course when I had recovered I wanted 
_so_ much to see if I could make it happen again. 
And I found the courage to ask some 
school-friends whether they'd had the same 
experience. Somehow I could tell which girls 
knew. And they gave me tips on how to make it 
even better. We started meeting after school in 
the gymnasium to take our uniforms off and stroke 
each other, and then the boys found us doing it - 
but I told you all about that."

I nodded again.

"And then ... oh, _then_ I found out about 
whipping and how wonderful that was - how being 
whipped by a man who really knows what he's doing 
is like having fifty orgasms all at the same 
time. You taught me that: remember?"

"How could I ever forget?"

In fact it was very easy to forget: I had 
introduced so many girls to the ecstasy of the 
whip. But I did not tell Haruka that.

"Of course I was very ignorant. I thought boys 
wanted to come all the time like girls do. The 
first time a boy came with me I expected he would 
keep his cock in my mouth or pussy and just come 
and come. It was a terrible shock when I 
discovered boys couldn't do that. They only came 
occasionally. I think that's why we girls 
masturbate so much: it's the only way we can get 
enough sex."

This was an original way of looking at an ancient 
problem. I had thought the trouble was that men 
always wanted sex and didn't much mind how they 
got it, while girls were choosier. But I did not 
interrupt.

"Masturbation is nice but there's nothing in the 
world as good as being fucked by a real man with 
a real cock. I learnt something important from 
working at strip-clubs and bars. If I want to be 
fucked lots and _lots_ and LOTS - and of course I 
_do_, it's the most important thing in the world 
- then I must look the way men like a girl to 
look, the way that makes them want desperately to 
fuck her. Nude with a little decoration is best, 
of course, but if I'm not allowed to be that ..."

She sat up straight on her little chair, 
wriggling sexily as she pulled the front of her 
low-cut tank-top down to reveal as much as she 
could of her firm breasts, tossed her ponytail 
back and smiled flirtatiously at me. I guessed 
the wriggle made the metal balls of her tiny 
_i-pan_ panties vibrate maddeningly against her 
lower love-holes.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said 
teasingly. I guessed she was pretending I was a 
pick-up she had just met. "So why don't we go 
somewhere so you can do everything to me you 
want?"

I discovered something lots of other men had 
certainly already found out: being picked up by 
Haruka and invited to a lunchtime sex-session 
made you feel on top of the world. But before I 
surrendered to her I had something else to say - 
something I had been leading up to all through 
this conversation.

"I somehow think," I said carefully, "that we may 
not be together much longer. I'm just guessing, 
but things may change a lot after your birthday 
party."

"That's strange," she said, "I feel that too. 
Something's about to happen. I don't know what, 
but something important."

"You're a wonderful girl, and whatever happens 
I'm sure you are going to be very happy. And make 
lots of other people very happy too. But when 
you've moved on, will you remember one very 
important thing I want to tell you?"

She nodded, knowing that I was serious.

"Of course if a girl wants to be fucked she must 
make herself look fuckable. As fuckable as she 
possibly can be. And even if a girl isn't being 
fucked, looking fuckable - and knowing it - is 
the best possible way of making a girl feel good 
about herself. You understand that. It's great. 
But you can't always trust a man when you have 
got him sexually worked up. Some men will want to 
do things to you that you won't enjoy. So will 
you remember that, and be careful?"

"I'll try. But I just can't imagine a man wanting 
to do things to me that I _won't_ enjoy."

"All right. Just remember that when you tease a 
man and stir up his lust for you, the effect may 
be even more powerful than you imagine. Now let's 
go home so I can do all the things I've been 
dreaming of doing to you."

"I'm due at a hostess club for the nine o'clock 
shift so I reckon we've got six hours. You won't 
forget the whipping, will you?"

"I won't."

"I know you don't want me to wear my party 
clothes yet, but may I at least wear my new 
corset to be whipped in?"

"Yes, all right."

"Ooh, lovely! Nice and tight, please."

"Sure. It's funny," I went on, reminded by what 
she had said of our visit to Restraint, "but I 
was thinking of those two girls in Fujiko's shop. 
Preparing to buy their first bondage toys."

"Did you want them?"

"No, not really. But there is something very 
special about a girl's first experience of the 
whip. That wonderful moment when 'Please don't 
hurt me!' becomes 'Oh, please don't stop!' and 
you both know her sexuality has changed for 
ever."

Haruka picked up my mood and responded to it as 
only a Japanese girl can. She reached behind her 
head and freed her ponytail from its band, 
letting her hair fall loose around her shoulders 
and even over her breasts. She put her head on 
one side and looked up at me with innocent, 
wide-open eyes. She licked her slightly parted 
lips with the tip of her tongue.

"Will you teach me the things you like best?" she 
begged in a breathy little voice. "I ... I don't 
know much, yet - but I'm sure if _you_ teach me I 
will learn to enjoy them too ..."


FOOTNOTES

[28] If you would like to know the full story of 
Sayaka please try the book she and I wrote 
together, _Learning About Myself_, the sixth 
volume in the "Megumi" series. - B W

[29] _Bukkake_ - literally "splash" - is the 
Japanese term for a group of men taking turns to 
masturbate over a nude girl, coating her face and 
body with semen. It is enjoyable to watch, and 
the girl's delight in being the centre of 
attention can be very touching, but I personally 
feel it must be more fun for the girl than for 
the men. - B W

[30] _Jitensha_ or "bicycle" is the word for 
fucking two girls at once in a brothel or similar 
establishment. - B W

[31] Gold and Silver. - B W


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