Author: Bob Williams
Title: Haruka's Education
Part: Chapter 18 of 20
Universe: The Megumi Stories
Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist
Keywords: Mf, MF, bd, tort, exhib, Japan

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HARUKA'S EDUCATION 18

By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine

CHAPTER XVIII

The Birthday Party

At last the day of Haruka's birthday party arrived. 
I insisted on going myself to the shop in Asakusa 
to collect her present. It was pointless trying to 
persuade her to wait till the evening before trying 
it on, so I gave way easily and enjoyed decorating 
her with it as she stood before the mirror wearing 
only heels - not the high-heeled boots that would 
be part of her cat costume that evening but the 
sort of simple heels she normally wore around the 
apartment, knowing that they enhanced both her 
sexuality and my appreciation of it. I began by 
locking the glittering steel collar round her neck, 
letting the multiple chains dangle and sparkle; 
then at last, as her pleas became ever more 
insistent, slid the little metal sleeves gently 
over her erect nipples and screwed them tight. At 
once the looped chains took up the elegant draped 
arrangement over her breasts which the designer's 
skill had intended. She looked adorable and 
irresistible, and her happy squeals as she adjusted 
the clever little clamps blended delightfully with 
the tinkling of the multiple chains.

"What would you like to do now?" I asked.

"Have you any new videos for me to watch? Something 
with whipping and that, to give me an appetite for 
tonight?"

So she spent the rest of the afternoon lying in 
front of the TV monitor, playing with her new toys 
and with a vibrator, and dreaming of being one of 
the girls on screen subjected to the most ingenious 
sexual tortures the Japanese AV industry could 
invent.

As she was the guest of honour I took care to get 
her to Sayaka's party in good time.

"Oh, those girls are so lucky!" she said as I 
guided her towards the bedroom, "and so happy! 
Their faces are so serene and ... and somehow 
_contented_ as they are tied up and whipped and 
everything! Do you think I could ever star in 
movies like that?"

"I don't see why not," I said as I positioned her 
in front of the big mirror.

"I mean, it's not the money. It's not even knowing 
that the men watching are having a great time 
dreaming of whipping and torturing me themselves, 
though that's very nice. It's being the centre of 
attention, making those men in the video think of 
all those lovely ways of satisfying me! Not that I 
ever am satisfied ..." she tailed off.

"Did you notice the studio name on the videos I 
lent you?"

"Yes. Marucho. You told me you know the woman who 
runs it."

"Slip your boots on first," I said, handing her the 
right boot and placing the left carefully spread 
out on the carpet for her. "You'll probably need 
plenty of this baby-powder. Fujiko showed you how 
to use it, didn't she?"

Haruka nodded and, stepping out of her everyday 
heels, began to ease her legs into the skin-tight 
black plastic-coated fetish thigh-boots.

"Absolutely everything in Marucho videos is 
genuine," I went on. "Nothing is faked."

"Including the whipping?" asked Haruka anxiously, 
looking up from smoothing her right boot up her 
thigh.

"Certainly including the whipping," I assured her.

"I thought so," she said. "I know in some videos 
it's faked. The whip doesn't really touch the girl 
and the swishing sound is put in later. I can 
always tell."

"I know Kato-san of Marucho very well," I went on. 
"When I met her she was eighteen and just starting 
as an actress. The way you will, I hope."

"Were you lovers?" she asked with a saucy giggle.

"Of course. She was - is - very beautiful. We still 
fuck occasionally. Her husband doesn't mind. He 
travels a lot on business."

"She's married?"

"Yes. To the head of the company. She's done well. 
I promised to introduce you to her and one day I 
will. She's always interested in new talent."

"Does she - does her company - make uncensored 
movies? I don't want to waste time making the other 
sort."

She had finished with the left boot now and posed 
admiring herself in the mirror. The result was even 
more erotic than I remembered from her appearance 
emerging from the cubicle in Fujiko's shop - and of 
course the beautiful steel collar round her neck 
and the delicate chains hanging from it and 
decorating her breasts added powerfully to the 
effect. She was immediately aware of my erection 
but I quickly handed her the matching skin-tight 
sleeves or handless gloves.

"Yes. Marucho is a group of companies now and they 
have branches based in the US which can issue 
uncensored movies. Of course they find their way 
into the Japanese market, smuggled in or through 
the internet."

"I'm glad. Uncensored videos are the best. So much 
more beautiful. Don't you agree?"

"Of course I do."

She posed, admiring herself in the mirror, sighed 
happily and lifted her long hair above her head.

"I'm ready for the corset now. Do you know," she 
added after a pause, "I think I've _always_ been 
ready."

I picked up the pretty cruel corset from the bed 
where I had arranged it neatly, and wrapped it 
round her. Then I began the pleasurable business of 
tightening the black laces round the hooks and 
eyelets at the back.

"Surely it can be tighter than that," she said 
disapprovingly.

"Of course. But this is just the beginning. When we 
arrive at the party I'll adjust it."

"Really, really tight? Promise?"

"Sure. So tight that you will almost faint. Now, do 
you want to put your claws on now or leave it till 
we get there?"

"Oh, now I think."

She sat, with difficulty, before the dressing-table 
and clipped the black metal decorations to her 
fingers. Then she stood, turned and pretended to 
attack me with them.

"You'll do, I said. "Just a short coat or cloak and 
we can go."

"Must I?"

"Yes, you must. It's too early to parade through 
Tokyo exposing your tits and arse. When we come 
back = well, that might be another matter."

If we do come back together, I thought. The 
premonition that something important was on the 
point of happening was still strong in me. Haruka 
could feel it too. I knew, even though we had not 
discussed it again since our serious talk over 
lunch in Shinjuku some days before.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

I picked up the furry black tail, holding it by the 
long ridged plug intended for insertion into her 
tight arsehole.

"Of course not. I'll fix it for you when we 
arrive."

With Haruka skipping excitedly beside me, we left 
my apartment in search of a taxi.

The street-door of the apartment block where Sayaka 
lived opened immediately when I announced my name 
into the intercom. When the elevator doors hissed 
open on the penthouse floor one of her slaves, 
dressed in the black slacks which seemed to be 
their uniform, was waiting respectfully for us. I 
kicked off my shoes in the entrance lobby but of 
course Haruka stepped up into the carpeted corridor 
in her high-heeled boots which were part of her 
costume for the evening. I guided her into the room 
set aside for coats, relieved her of the short 
black cloak she had reluctantly worn for the 
journey and tightened her corset for her. The extra 
constriction made her arsehole pout prettily as if 
asking to be entered. She leant forward over the 
back of a chair as I pulled her cat-tail from one 
jacket pocket.

I had not troubled to bring the oily liquid but 
instead lubricated the tail's anal plug by 
inserting it briefly into her juicy cunt and 
twisting it from side to side. Then, holding her in 
position with one arm over her shoulders, I pressed 
it slowly into her arsehole. As each deeply cut 
ridge pushed its way past her delightfully tight 
anus she let out a little squeal of pleasure and I 
had to grip her firmly to stop her bouncing away 
from me. At last it was in all the way. I released 
her and let her twist round, trying to see the 
effect in the dressing-table mirror as her anal 
muscles fruitlessly tried to expel the intruder, 
making the tail swish sexily.

"It's lovely!" she said. "Much sexier than the 
girls on stage at Synthesis!"

"I'm sure," I said. "Come here."

She stood in front of me, eyes sparkling through 
the holes in her mask and lips parted in youthful 
lust. From the other jacket pocket I produced a 
black lead and clipped one end into the ring in her 
steel collar. Then, without waiting to be asked, I 
gave the little metal sleeves torturing her nipples 
an extra twist. She stiffened for a moment, then 
smiled ecstatically.

"Oh, thank you!" she said, "thank you for 
everything!"

I led her out into the corridor and into the main 
room of the apartment. Sayaka was waiting for us in 
what I recognised as one of her favourite postures: 
relaxing in a comfortable armchair and using one of 
her naked male slaves as a footstool. He was 
supporting himself facing upwards on hands and feet 
roughly in the shape of a table: the position must 
have been very uncomfortable but his head was 
buried between her legs with his tongue slurping 
vigorously inside her cunt, and his erection showed 
how much he was relishing his privileged status as 
her favoured sex-toy. When she saw us enter, Sayaka 
pushed him away with her heels. He scrambled to his 
feet and scampered off licking his lips.

"Haruka, how lovely you look!" she exclaimed. "What 
a beautiful costume ... turn round, let me look at 
you properly! Oh, I just love the collar and the 
chains and those pretty _pretty_ nipple-clamps - 
they must feel wonderful!"

"It's my birthday present from Bob-san," said 
Haruka modestly.

"Yes, he does have good taste, doesn't he - and 
knows how to make a girl look good and feel great. 
Bob, you must tell me where you got it. I know it 
will excite my _ojisan_ if he sees me like that."

I promised to let her have the details and ordered 
Haruka to get down on hands and knees. I led her 
crawling round the room on her lead, occasionally 
stopping to greet other guests by kneeling and 
begging with her hands in their long claws folded 
under her chin. Yes, I know cats do not normally 
sit up and beg like dogs, but this cat did and very 
tempting she looked too when she did it.

Apart from the group of young male employees of the 
company run by Sayaka's _ojisan_, attached as 
slaves to her establishment for as long as they 
satisfied her, the only guests yet to have arrived 
were the twins Kin and Gin. As usual they could be 
distinguished only by the gold and silver colour of 
their identical costumes. For this party they had 
chosen outfits made up mainly of a mass of delicate 
chains: each wore a collar and a belt with little 
chains joining them down the front, supposed to 
cover their breasts but in fact allowing them to 
peep delightfully through the gaps which opened as 
they moved, and a short skirt of multiple chains 
hanging and swaying from the waist. The effect was 
charming and made even more erotic by the hint of 
bondage contributed by the nose-hooks which they 
were both wearing, kept lightly in place by 
matching little chains passing over the top of the 
head and round the face.

Before Haruka had completed her crawling circuit of 
the room there was a flurry of excitement and 
several slaves rushed to the front door of the 
apartment. Soon they appeared obsequiously 
escorting an elderly man walking bow-legged in an 
office suit, shoes replaced by house-slippers. 
Clearly this was Sayaka's _ojisan_, come to watch 
the party she had arranged, and she ran to welcome 
him and settle him into a comfortable chair. I 
brought Haruka over to him and introduced her while 
she knelt between his widespread legs with her 
hands resting on his knees. Without any prompting 
from me she at once begged his permission to suck 
him.

"No, my dear, that's very kind of you and I'm sure 
you would do it very nicely, but not just now. I'll 
sit here for a while and watch the pretty things 
you and the others do to celebrate your birthday. I 
expect that will stimulate me and later when the 
whipping starts I'll enjoy taking part in it. You'd 
like that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, sir! If _you_ do it ..."

"Now go and have fun while I watch."

Sayaka came up to me and murmured that a programme 
of events had been arranged in which Haruka would 
take part, and that her _ojisan_ would become 
impatient and bad-tempered if the performance did 
not begin at once. I helped Haruka to her feet and 
Sayaka and I led her to a small table on which two 
sets of cards had been arranged. I knew this game 
well and quickly explained it to Haruka.

"The idea is, you choose the things that will be 
done to you. You take a card from each little pile, 
turn it over and see what it means."

"Do I really get to choose?"

"Well, sort of. You don't know what the card means 
till you pick it up. In fact I recommend you to 
take the top card from each pile. I expect Sayaka 
and her friends have chosen experiences for you 
which will be more fun if you are subjected to them 
in the right order."

"Oooh, what fun!"

Haruka obediently took the first card from the 
upper pile and turned it over. It showed a girl's 
face as she sucked a cock. I imagine she thought it 
was hardly an exciting experience to be offered but 
she politely let out a little squeal of pleasure; 
then picked up the first card of the lower pile. It 
showed a girl's bottom being elegantly whipped with 
a nine-strand cat. This time her pleasure was 
genuine.

"If you will come this way, Mistress Haruka ..." 
said one of the polite slaves.

A little platform had been set up in front of the 
_ojisan_'s chair, like a coffee-table but strong 
enough to bear her weight. Beside it was a stand on 
which a variety of coiled whips had been neatly 
arranged. Haruka looked at them longingly.

"I think it would be better if I removed your 
corset. And your mask and tail," I said before she 
could take up position.

"Must you?" she asked sadly.

"You can have them back later."

"All right. But I want to keep my collar and 
nipple-clamps on. Your present!"

"Of course. And your boots and gloves. You will 
look tempting enough like that!"

I quickly unlaced the corset and pulled the tail 
gradually from her arse, enjoying the way she 
wriggled as each ridge in the anal plug slipped 
out. They and her cat mask were respectfully taken 
away by a slave, and Haruka climbed onto the 
platform arranging herself in a kneeling position. 
She clearly knew what to do, spreading her knees 
wide so as take up a firm stance and lifting her 
bottom as high as she could. At the other end of 
the platform she gripped the corners hard and threw 
her head back, licking her lips sexily and leaving 
them slightly open as she eagerly awaited the entry 
of her first cock. The tense but elegant curve of 
her body, sweeping down and up again between her 
willingly offered face and arse and decorated by 
the random pattern of her long hair, made a sweet 
picture as she crouched on her little platform, 
longing to accept the pleasures being prepared for 
her. For a moment I felt a twinge of envy: where 
had she learned this charmingly shameless posture 
of a girl longing only to give and receive delight? 
Were such whipping-and-sucking sessions regular 
events at the hostess clubs where she worked, or 
did they arise spontaneously at the private parties 
to which her admirers invited her when she was off 
duty?

One of the slaves removed his trousers and stood by 
her face, his throbbing erection offered to her 
lips. Another chose a simple unknotted cat from the 
stand and took up position ready to start the 
whipping process. Before drawing his erection into 
her mouth and throat, Haruka looked up at the 
slave.

"Tell _him__," she whispered, a slight backward 
movement of her head indicating that she meant the 
slave holding the whip, "that when I've made you 
come it will be his turn. To be sucked. But someone 
else must take over the whip. And so on."

"Certainly, Mistress Haruka," said the slave.

And the first stage of Haruka's birthday display 
began. She raised one hand and slid the slave's 
cock slowly and smoothly into her mouth, stroking 
the shaft with her fingertips as it progressed. 
Once it was fully in place she prickled his balls 
lightly with the tips of her metal claws. At the 
same time her other slave lifted the whip and 
skilfully teased her, tickling her bottom gently 
with the slim lashes. Then without warning he 
brought them down hard, letting them swish sexily 
round her hips before releasing her and falling to 
the floor. I saw his colleague tense and gasp as 
the sudden sensation made Haruka grip his cock 
tightly for a moment with her mouth before resuming 
her slow, maddening caress. Lucky fellow, I 
thought, knowing only too well the expert quality 
of the way he was being sucked. The whipper was 
clearly determined to give of his best, despite the 
simple unsophisticated instrument he was using, and 
varied the speed and power of his strokes, 
delighting her bottom, her lower back and the 
narrow band of her thighs above the top of her 
tight boots. All too soon his fellow-slave let out 
an incoherent cry: like every man who has ever 
entered Haruka's mouth he could not hold back his 
explosion of cum however hard he tried. He gripped 
her shoulders attempting to remain upright, then 
withdrew with a murmured expression of gratitude 
and stepped aside. The whipper put down his cat and 
walked happily round to receive his reward. His 
successor was ready, holding I noticed a somewhat 
crueller whip with tightly knotted lashes. Haruka 
will enjoy that, I thought - but I know even 
better.

The second phase was even shorter: the slave in 
Haruka's mouth had been so stimulated by the 
pleasure of whipping her that he was eager to come, 
and while she may have tried to hold him back I 
knew that the assault of the knotted cat was 
exciting her so much that she was losing control. I 
nodded to the next slave in line, making it clear 
that I expected to have my own turn, and selected a 
whip of many lashes beautified not only with hard 
knots but with tiny glittering metal points. She 
will like that, I thought - especially as she 
doesn't know it is coming.

Soon enough she was indeed showing her love for the 
new instrument, wriggling on her stand so much that 
I had to hold her waist with one arm as I brought 
the whip down with all my strength on her yearning 
bottom and on her upper thighs, aiming especially 
for that sensitive fold at the point where the 
rounded loveliness of the bottom abruptly 
straightens into the graceful column of the leg. 
How wonderful, I thought for the thousandth time, 
that something as beautiful as a girl's arse should 
inspire such love, and be equipped with the 
sensitivity to enjoy so profoundly the expression 
of that love!

Before dropping the whip and handing over to the 
next in line, I unrolled one of the cool damp 
cloths piled on the table with the whips and gently 
stroked the part of Haruka I had been pleasuring. 
The tiny metal points had drawn spots of blood, 
which I removed leaving only the scattering of 
little crimson dots prettily decorating her smooth 
amber skin.

"Was that you, Bob?" she asked happily as I 
presented myself to her mouth. "I thought it was 
too good to be one of these amateurs."

"They try hard to please you," I said.

"Yes. I suppose they do. It would be nice ... I 
wonder, if some _ojisan_ ever gives me a team of 
young slaves ... training them would be fun. Ooh, 
_that_ was good: this one knows what to do!"

"He's been watching me."

She giggled for a moment.

"Well, I hope he has a lot of stamina! I intend to 
make this last. Give me your lovely cum now. But 
don't hurry."

I did my best, but Haruka has been sucking cocks 
ever since she was just thirteen and even when she 
tells you to take your time her soft and expert 
mouth is irresistible - and her little smile of 
triumph when she makes you come is adorable. To 
make it more difficult my erection was wedged into 
her throat and the varied strokes of the slave 
whipping her were making her gasp with surprise. 
Keeping my self-control was almost impossible, but 
I am glad to say I did not entirely forget my 
manners and pulled back out of her throat just 
before the bolts of cum burst along my cock, so 
that she was able to savour them on her tongue 
rather than having them blasted straight down to 
her stomach.

Once she had finished with me I left her rewarding 
the slave who had whipped her so well and wondering 
with girlish enthusiasm what instrument the next in 
line would use to tease her inflamed bottom. Other 
guests had been arriving. Over to one side of the 
room Kin and Gin had started a charming lesbian 
display, watched by slaves not required for other 
purposes and by a stocky well-muscled man who had 
joined the party while I was occupied with Haruka: 
I guessed he was the twins' shared lover the 
truck-driver Kunikazu. With him was Fumie, who must 
also have arrived while I was too busy to welcome 
her. In her heels she was several centimetres 
taller than Kunikazu but he was happily stroking 
her naked bottom in a way which suggested he had 
already discovered its erotic possibilities. I was 
glad she had quickly found her first partner of the 
evening: she had been obliged to come on her own as 
her husband's company, with typical indifference to 
employees' personal lives, had sent him off to 
Osaka for a month to inspect a manufacturing plant 
there. The plant's managers would want to ensure 
his report was favourable, I reflected, keeping him 
in a good mood with evening entertainment, and part 
of the intense rivalry between Japan's two main 
cities is Osaka's conviction that its prostitutes 
are more beautiful and inventive than those of 
Tokyo. But meanwhile Fumie was neglected and her 
enchanting arse was going to waste. I waved at her 
across the room, but then turned my attention to 
another girl whom I had not seen before: she was 
being conducted around the room by her lover on a 
white leather lead attached to a tall matching 
collar which forced her to hold her head up high. I 
was intrigued by her air of serene confidence and 
examined her carefully as she was led towards me. 
As well as the tall collar she was wearing a white 
leather head-harness with ball-gag and straps 
either side of her nose which then joined on her 
forehead and passed over the top of her head to 
join the collar at the back. Her nudity was 
prettily enhanced by tweezer-style nipple-clamps, 
with sliders to adjust their pressure, and a 
matching clitoris-clamp, joined by a delicate chain 
in a Y-pattern down from her nipples and up from 
her clitoris meeting in a navel stud. Unusually for 
a girl showing herself off at a sex-party she wore 
no heels but had instead chosen flat white slippers 
tied over her insteps such as a dancer might wear; 
but her legs were so shapely, well-muscled without 
being over-exercised, and she moved with such grace 
and fluency that her elegant nudity hardly needed 
the enrichment of high-heels.

"Who is that lovely girl?" I asked Sayaka urgently.

"Her name is Kokomi," she said with a knowing 
smile. "We were at school together and she was one 
of the original members of the Chain Gang. Didn't I 
tell you about her?"

"Oh yes - I remember now. A gymnast, isn't she? 
Sounds very intriguing. Is the man with her a 
regular partner or ..."

"Well, of course she's available for anyone to fuck 
at a party like this or she wouldn't be here. But 
they are an item. They do a special show at clubs - 
I'm sure I told you - and they promised to 
demonstrate this evening. You'll like it. Very 
stimulating!"

Meanwhile Haruka had decided to stop playing the 
whipping-and-sucking game and was ready for the 
next stimulation prepared for her. As before she 
"chose" the top cards from the two little piles, 
which required her to be placed kneeling on a 
little platform with her neck and wrists held in 
holes in a heavy wooden board while receiving 
electric current from vibrators inserted into her 
cunt and arse. She ran off happily to be enjoy this 
new pleasure while two slaves helped Sayaka's 
_ojisan_ out of his chair and positioned him where 
he could operate the remote control: subjecting 
helplessly bound girls to elaborate electric shock 
torture was one of his specialisms, I recalled, and 
Sayaka's eager submission to it and the beauty of 
her screams as the torture mounted accounted for 
her position as one of his favoured sexual 
playthings.

I decided to leave Haruka to entertain the audience 
which was gathering round her while I returned to 
Kokomi. Her partner had removed her clamps and was 
helping her out of her head-harness and collar. 
Slaves placed a set of steps for her and she was 
carefully helped to mount them; when she was ready 
she took up an elegant gymnastic position poised on 
one foot, the other leg raised and her arms 
stretched out with the fingers presented like a 
ballet dancer's. The man displayed her to the group 
gathering around her and invited their applause. 
Then he raised the cane he was holding in his right 
hand, a long slim strip of flexible wood sheathed 
in white leather, and without warning brought it 
sizzling down onto her naked bottom. The force of 
the blow made her jerk slightly forward, but at 
once she returned to her graceful pose. I was close 
enough to catch a sharp intake of breath but she 
made no other sound. Her partner waited a few 
seconds to allow the anguish of the cane's first 
stroke to flood through her and then raised the 
slender white instrument for the second time. 
Aiming carefully slightly lower down her bottom he 
struck again. I could hear it hum as it descended 
and see how it flexed, almost like the lash of a 
whip, taking up the shape of her firm flesh as it 
embraced it, then flicked outwards again and 
finally straightened. It was as if the giver and 
receiver of exquisite agony, the sharp upright cane 
and the smooth rounded bottom, were lovers, melting 
into each other in a passionate kiss before 
separating to draw breath for the next fusion of 
two into one. Again she remained motionless: again 
she was almost silent, only her soft voice begging 
for even greater bliss revealing her approach to 
orgasmic paradise. I recalled Sayaka describing 
Kokomi's masochistic displays as weird but very 
erotic to watch.

In her current pose she received six or seven 
strokes, the beauty of her suffering increasing as 
hairline threads of crimson called up by the sharp 
edges of the cane slowly wrote themselves across 
the amber perfection of her arse. Then there was a 
pause as by unspoken agreement she relaxed, shifted 
on her stepped platform, and took up another taut 
pose. This time she was leaning back, supported on 
one foot, the other leg bent at the knee, her arms 
in a circle above her head. Her partner put down 
the cane and stood with a whip dangling from his 
raised right hand. It was made up of three braided 
white lashes and this time he gave her less time to 
absorb the exquisite pain of each stroke. The heavy 
plaited leather snakes kissed her breasts, then her 
stomach, then her hips, then her breasts again as 
she held her pose, only her gentle voice thanking 
her lover and imploring him to whip her harder 
betraying the transcendent experience the beautiful 
threefold lover was giving her.

It was indeed an extraordinarily erotic sight and 
my cock was fully responding to it. Suddenly I felt 
a lithe body pressed against mine, with hard 
nipples sliding delightfully over my back. Clever 
little hands reached round to the front and took 
hold of my cock. Was it Haruka? A quick glance to 
one side assured me she was still helplessly 
imprisoned in her wooden board, squealing happily 
as Sayaka's _ojisan_ played with the remote control 
delivering electrical stimulation to her 
love-holes.

"Is this for me, Bob?" murmured a sexy little voice 
from behind me.

"It certainly could be, if you'd like it ... Hi, 
Fujiko," I added, twisting round in her arms just 
enough to confirm my second guess. "Didn't see you 
come in. Have you been having fun?"

"Well, in a way ... I'm building up an appetite 
first. You could call it self-torture. But it will 
be worth it when I find a man to free me from this 
and take his reward."

She let me turn round to face her and look her 
over. She was of course nearly naked apart from her 
silver high-heels but was wearing some kind of 
glittering metal ornament covering her crotch and 
secured by a belt.

"What's this?" I asked unnecessarily.

"A chastity belt!" she said proudly. "Don't you 
remember seeing it in the shop last time you were 
there with Haruka-chan?"

"How does it come off?"

"Ah, you want me, do you? I thought you did."

"Of course I do. I always want you. But I expect 
you have some naughty new perversion to try, rather 
than straight sex."

"Yes ... well, someone once said chastity is the 
most unnatural of all sexual perversions so when 
this belt came into the shop I thought I'd try it 
for a while and see what it felt like."

"Trust you! But I thought it had a pair of 
vibrators fitted inside."

"Sure it does. But they stimulate me just enough to 
drive me wild with lust but not enough to satisfy 
me. Nice! This is the remote."

She unhooked a little device from her collar and 
passed it to me. I experimented with the controls 
and increased the maddening titillation being 
delivered to her love-holes. One button was marked 
with a key, but I did not touch it. Then I hung the 
remote back on her collar. Of course she was free 
to adjust the settings, and unlock the metal belt, 
whenever she wanted - but I could see that she 
preferred to enjoy the fantasy of being at the 
mercy of her lovers.

"Sadistic beast!" she said happily.

I leant forward and was about to kiss her when 
another voice interrupted. It was Haruka, on her 
way to discover the next pleasure that had been 
prepared for her.

"Hello, Fujiko!" she said. "I'm so glad you could 
come ... I didn't see you arrive."

"No, of course not, you were having a lovely time 
over there ..."

Fujiko gestured elegantly towards the stand where 
Haruka had been held captive and subjected to 
electric shocks by Sayaka's _ojisan_.

"Look!" said Haruka suddenly, "Fujiko is wearing a 
chastity belt! How pretty she looks."

"Yes. It's lovely," said Fujiko, politely applying 
the compliment to the shining metal armour adorning 
and protecting her love-holes rather than to 
herself. "You remember, you saw it in the shop when 
you visited me recently. How is the cat costume? 
Has it attracted a lot of attention?"

"Oh, lots, thank you. I'm so grateful for your 
advice. I had to take most of it off while I was, 
you know, whipped, but it's been lovely ... But 
_he_," she continued, returning to her grievance 
about the chastity belt, "was too mean to buy it 
for me! And look how beautiful it is! I'm sure it 
feels lovely too."

"Yes, it does rather," said Fujiko primly.

"Honestly, Haruka," I said, feeling the need to 
assert myself against this feminine onslaught, "you 
know I gave you a very special birthday present."

"It's beautiful," said Fujiko politely, examining 
Haruka's collar and the chains joining it to her 
nipple-clamps. "Williams-san has such good taste."

"Yes, of course, and I'm very grateful. But I'd 
love to try wearing a chastity belt like that. 
Building up a huge appetite and not being able to 
satisfy it," Haruka went on, her face glowing with 
a kind of spiritual ecstasy at the thought of being 
possessed by such awesome sexual yearning, "and I'm 
sure it would make men want me even more. Because 
they can't have me, I mean. Just imagine all that 
wonderful lust and what it would feel like when at 
last I satisfy it! That's right, isn't it Fujiko?" 
She slipped an arm round her friend's waist. Fujiko 
said nothing but smiled happily. "Won't you 
_please_ buy me one?" Haruka appealed to me at 
last.

"I'll buy it for you," said an authoritative male 
voice before I could reply. "If you like."

I turned quickly and at once recognised the tall 
handsome man who had spoken as a once celebrated 
baseball player who, now elected a member of the 
House of Councillors, frequently appeared on 
television discussion programmes giving his 
opinions on the need for a more aggressive approach 
in foreign affairs and economic management. There 
was something else about him I could not 
immediately place. At last I had it: this was the 
man who had detained Haruka after her performance 
at Synthesis.

Haruka had got there before me of course, bowing 
respectfully and addressing him as "_sensei_".

"You remember me, Haruka-chan?" he asked, knowing 
very well that she did.

"Of course, _sensei_! How could I forget? And all 
the lovely, lovely things you did to me ... that we 
did together ... I'm so glad you are here."

"Sachiko-chan's Master suggested I should come. He 
said there would be some willing girls here." His 
eyes wandered over Fujiko's temptingly unavailable 
nudity before returning to Haruka. "I understand 
you're the birthday girl! Seventeen, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, _sensei_!"

"Well, if you enjoyed the things we did together 
last time we met, let's go and do them again ... if 
your friends will excuse us," he added politely.

Sachiko, being the attentive hostess, had come 
bustling up, accompanied by three of her slaves, to 
ensure that this important guest had everything he 
wanted. Fujiko and I bowed respectfully as the 
little group moved off, Haruka gazing up at him 
adoringly, to where the two of them could make 
their choice of whips. Fujiko and I were left on 
our own. I glanced quickly at the stand with its 
wooden framework, then looked at her.

"I don't know if you've noticed," I said, "but 
there's a very pretty piece of equipment over 
there. No one seems to be using it. Shall we take a 
look?"

She smiled demurely. She said nothing but unhooked 
the remote control of her chastity belt and handed 
it to me with a formal bow. I was now her master, 
she my slave. We moved without hurrying to enter 
the happiness awaiting us.


[Next in Part 19: Chapter XIX: A Business 
Discussion]

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