I AM NOT ASHAMED 19

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED
BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO

CHAPTER XIX

On Display

Now that I had passed my final Test, it seemed that 
there was no longer any prohibition on discussing 
future arrangements with Shizue and Tomoko. In fact we 
seemed to gossip about little else during slack 
periods at the office. Because I am so stupid about 
these things Shizue had to explain to me carefully the 
difference between what had happened to me last week 
and what I was expected to do on Friday. 

"Last week was a Test, don't you see. And we appointed 
a Master to examine you. He reported to us that you 
had passed, so now you are a full member of our 
group." 

"Yes, I see that. I loved the things he and the others 
all did to me. Will they do them again on Friday or 
will it be different?" 

"It will be different," said Shizue patiently, 
"because this time you will be making a presentation. 
Of your own free will. Showing us all the things you 
like doing best, and inviting us to do the things you 
most like having done to you." 

"Oh dear, I do hope I manage all right." 

"Don't worry, you will. And Tomoko and I will be there 
to help you. We're your sponsors: we found you and 
recommended you, and you didn't let us down. You 
passed your Tests beautifully, remember?" 

"Will the Master be there too?" 

"Yes, of course. He will always be your Master and at 
our meetings you will always be his Slave. You must 
obey him totally." 

"Is he your Master too, Shizue?" 

"Oh no, our friends chose another Master for me when I 
was Tested -" 

She fell silent and seemed almost to forget where she 
was, lost for a while in some beautiful memory. 
Tactfully I turned to Tomoko. 

"Is it the same for the men? Do they have to be Tested 
before they can join?" 

"Yes, of course!" she said excitedly. "It's exactly 
the same for them. We choose a Mistress for each man 
and he has to be a totally obedient Slave to her - in 
the Test and for ever after so long as he stays in the 
group." 

"Are you a Mistress to anyone, Tomoko?" I asked, 
amused by her enthusiasm. "Do you have Slaves to obey 
you?" 

"Tomoko has one Slave," said Shizue, rejoining the 
conversation. "Tell Kimiko about him." 

"Oh, he's _so_ handsome," said Tomoko, giggling and 
blushing. "He's actually a Member of the House of 
Councillors. You'll recognise him when you meet him: 
he used to be a famous television personality - that's 
how he got elected to the Diet. It was lovely testing 
him, but the others are mean and say I passed him too 
easily. That's why they haven't let me be a Mistress 
again. But he's still _my_ Slave, and they can't take 
him away from me." 

"Tomoko has a special instruction for him," added 
Shizue. "Most of us just give orders to our Slaves 
when we feel like it, but Tomoko has told her Slave 
that as soon as he sees her, at every meeting of our 
Group, he is to stop whatever he is doing and kneel 
down and kiss her toes." 

"And then he has to say, 'Mistress, is it your 
pleasure to whip me tonight?'," said Tomoko through 
her giggles, "and I say 'Later, Slave. You may rise 
now'. And later on, when he's being very pompous and 
probably talking politics with the other men, which 
isn't allowed really, I go up to him and just look at 
him sternly =" she gave such a pretty demonstration of 
a stern look that I was sure it would have enslaved 
any man "- and I say '_Now_!', and he has to prepare 
at once to be whipped." 

"Is he being invited to the Company New Year Party?" 
asked Shizue. 

"Oh, _yes_, he _is_!" said Tomoko delightedly. "I 
checked with a girl in the General Affairs Department 
and he's been on the list ever since he got elected 
and always comes." 

I had heard about the Shinagawa Electronics 
Corporation's annual New Year Party. It took place in 
a vast hotel ballroom: about three thousand people 
were invited and the whole affair cost about 
twenty-five million yen, not counting the present - 
usually the Company's latest product - which each 
guest would receive, neatly wrapped up in the Company 
paper and carrier-bag, on departure. We OLs would all 
have to be there, sweetly looking after the Company's 
guests. 

"Oh, I'm _so_ looking forward to that!" Tomoko was 
continuing. "He doesn't know I work here. When he 
comes in I'll give him the Company smile and bow, of 
course, but when I straighten up I'll change at once 
to my stern Mistress look, just for a moment." She 
demonstrated again, charmingly. "I'm hoping I've got 
him so well trained by now that he just might forget 
where he is and kneel down and kiss my feet in front 
of everybody!" She collapsed into giggles once more, 
but then managed to add, "and of course if he doesn't 
I'll have _such_ fun punishing him for his 
disobedience the following Friday." 

I enjoyed all this discussion very much, and sometimes 
I thought how much nicer it was than in the old days 
when Shizue and Tomoko had not trusted me and thought 
me stuck-up and prudish, but it gave me very little to 
go on in deciding what to do on Friday. So I was very 
grateful to my friend Noriko for her offer of help. I 
called on her at the Marucho Film Company on Wednesday 
evening, and she took me straight to Matsumoto-san in 
the costume department. I showed her the outfit I 
proposed to wear and she tut-tutted about shoddy 
workmanship, adjusting and strengthening the seams 
till the corset fitted exquisitely tightly round my 
waist and enhanced my naked breasts and bottom 
delightfully. She let me talk through my ideas and 
then helped me clarify them. First I wanted to present 
myself as a perfect model of submission, exciting my 
audience with my deliciously painful stance. 
Matsumoto-san suggested improvements, and lent me 
further bondage items from her stock. Then later I 
would offer myself to be used by my new friends, and 
we worked out a scenario. Finally she insisted that I 
should call on her the following week, to return the 
borrowed items and to give her a full account of how I 
had got on. 

"And I'm sure your friends will make a video," she 
said. "You bring me a copy. I want to see it, and I 
think other people here will want to as well." 

She looked meaningfully at Noriko as she said that, 
but it was only much later that I understood what she 
had in mind. 

My heart was beating painfully with anticipation when 
the following Friday I arrived, well ahead of time, at 
the address I had been given. I at once recognised the 
house as the scene of my Test the previous week. 
Shizue and Tomoko entered soon afterwards, and my 
wonderful Master had promised to be there to witness 
my preparation. I gave the two girls an account of 
what I planned to do, and they were wide-eyed with 
admiration and excitement. 

"It's wonderfully clever, Kimiko," said Tomoko, "but 
are you sure you can bear it for so long?" 

"I'll try," I said modestly. 

"Of course she can!" said Shizue. "She's a real 
submissive, aren't you Kimiko? Just imagine how 
beautiful she'll look, forbidden to move and suffering 
so exquisitely for _hours_." 

It was time to begin. I changed out of my office 
uniform into my corset, gloves and boots. When I was 
satisfied with their glossy skin-tight fit, I prepared 
myself for the next stage of my bondage. On my 
instructions my friends fixed my elbows tightly 
together behind my back with a pair of silver 
handcuffs. They were designed for sadists to use on 
girls like me, and the chain between the cuffs had 
been specially shortened so that my elbows met, 
forcing my breasts forward and my shoulders back. 
Already I could feel the pain, but there would be so 
much more to come - building gradually into a tidal 
wave of exquisite agony which would overwhelm me 
before the evening was over. Then I stepped onto the 
little platform placed for me beside the doors to the 
main room of the house. The tight fit of my boots made 
my feet seem tiny, and the wonderfully high heels 
forced them into a curve elegant enough to delight the 
most demanding fetishist. Balancing on the very tips 
of my toes and on the high pointed heels I placed my 
little feet neatly together: the platform was just big 
enough to support them, and was to be my home for the 
next few hours. With silver straps which contrasted 
prettily with my black boots my friends tied my 
thighs, knees and ankles tightly together. 

My Master arrived then, and complimented me on my 
charming appearance. 

"Please tighten my corset for me," I said. 

His strong hands could force the buckles together far 
more tightly than the girls had managed to do. My 
little waist, of which I was so proud, was tinier than 
I had ever known it. I was so constricted now by the 
lovely cruel corset that I could take only little 
shallow breaths. One of the girls fitted the high 
black collar, lent by Matsumoto-san, tightly round my 
neck, adding to the sense of constriction and 
helplessness which was already stimulating me so 
powerfully. I could feel love-juice beginning to 
collect in my cunt: I had not reckoned with that, and 
realised only now that the gentle tickle as it 
overflowed and dripped slowly down my bare thighs 
above the tops of my boots would be another minor 
torment to add to all the others I had committed 
myself to enduring. 

"May I have the tray now, please?" 

This was another prop borrowed from Matsumoto-san: a 
square tray in shiny black lacquer such as a housemaid 
would use to serve drinks. Indeed my discussion with 
Melody at the Pink Pussycat had first put into my mind 
the thought of presenting myself in such servitude. 
The tray had long curved handles fixed to two sides, 
designed so that I could grasp them in my hands from 
behind my back. But a rehearsal in Matsumoto-san's 
room had shown that, with my elbows chained tightly 
together by the cuffs, my hands became too weak to 
support the tray firmly enough. Of course I wanted to 
submit myself to the trial but Matsumoto-san had 
persuaded me there was no point in being unrealistic, 
and had arranged two pretty silver chains stretching 
from the outer corners of the tray to a ring in my 
collar. So long as I held my head high and kept it in 
the exact position without moving a millimetre, the 
tray would remain steady and horizontal. 

"You look very desirable like that, Kimiko," said my 
Master. "I think there's nothing left now except the 
gag. Is there anything you want to say before we 
insert it?" 

"Master, will you please order me to remain motionless 
like this?" 

"Kimiko, you are supposed to be offering this 
presentation to us from you own free will. If I have 
to instruct you to do it, will that not spoil the 
beauty of your voluntary submission?" 

"Master, it would strengthen my resolve if I knew that 
it was your will too." 

"Very well, Slave. You are so ordered." 

"Thank you, Master. And ..." 

"Another request, Slave? Really, this impertinence may 
have to be severely punished." 

"I am so sorry, Master. But if I may ... it would make 
my submission even more complete, I think, if I were 
not allowed to know how long it is to last. If I stand 
here counting the minutes till my release, would it 
not detract from the perfection of the suffering I 
wish to offer? But to know only that I must continue 
until it pleases you to end it ..." 

"Very well, Slave. I shall go away and forget all 
about you, and you will remain here in agony until I 
happen to think of releasing you." 

"Thank you, Master. You are always so good to me. I am 
ready to be gagged now." 

They slipped the penis-shaped gag into my waiting 
mouth so that it rested on my tongue, and bound the 
straps firmly behind my head. It was fat and filled my 
mouth, but was not quite long enough to touch the back 
of my throat. For the next few hours - exactly how 
long was now for my Master to decide - I would be able 
to breathe only shallowly through my nose, and would 
have to swallow my accumulating saliva carefully so as 
not to choke. I had of course thought of asking to be 
deprived of all sensory perception during my ordeal, 
but had found that I needed to be able to see if I was 
to maintain my balance on my little platform. And of 
course I secretly did want to see, and hear, the 
others' reactions to my appearance! 

From somewhere down below me I heard a sound of metal. 
My high tight collar made it difficult to lower my 
head - and once my tray was loaded I would have to 
avoid even the slightest movement - but I could just 
see at the edge of my vision Shizue passing something 
silvery to my Master. 

"Here is something you didn't request," he said, 
"though perhaps you should have done. Suzy tells me 
you have unusually sensitive breasts, and can give 
yourself an orgasm just by fondling them." 

I remembered revealing my secret to her the week 
before. Obviously she had passed it on - but then she 
was right to do so. I had no secrets here: my 
sensuality belonged totally to my new friends to use 
and develop as they wished. Shizue, too, had noticed 
my sensitivity during our recent love-making and had 
half-promised me some special experience. Now my 
Master was holding up in front of my eyes whatever it 
was Shizue had passed him. I saw a pair of silver 
discs like those which had been screwed to my nipples 
on my last visit to this house - but these each had a 
delicate chain attached, at the end of which was 
swinging a little silver bell. They tinkled prettily 
as my Master swung them lightly in front of my face; 
then he lowered his hands and gently fixed the little 
plates to my breasts. The lovely pain began to flood 
through me again. I wanted to beg him to screw the 
devices to a higher setting, but of course I could say 
nothing. He left them as they were, the silver chains 
swinging and the bells tinkling, then gradually 
falling silent. I knew without being told what the 
bells meant, of course. 

"You have another reason to remain motionless, 
Slave," said my Master. "If you move at all, the bells 
will ring. Anyone who hears the bells ringing has my 
permission to punish you afterwards for your 
disobedience as much as he likes." 

Now the Filipina maids, delightfully nude except for 
their heels and short gloves, were loading my tray 
with flutes of champagne. They looked admiringly - and 
a little enviously, I thought - at me in my 
agonisingly painful stance. The girls and my Master 
directed them so that the glasses on my tray almost 
touched. From now on the tiniest movement on my part 
would be betrayed not only by the little silver bells 
hanging from my breasts, but also by the jingling of 
the glasses, earning me the severest possible 
punishment later. He had promised! When the tray was 
full my Master moved behind me, and I felt him make 
final adjustments to the straps of my corset. My flesh 
was beginning to adapt itself to the beautiful new 
shape into which it was being moulded, and at the 
price of a little extra torment my waist could be made 
tinier still. Satisfied at last, he reached for my 
nipple-clamps, and little by little increased the 
settings till it again felt as if white-hot needles 
were being plunged into my breasts. I felt an orgasm 
building and more trickles of cunt-juice began to make 
their slow way down my tightly bound thighs. In my 
delight I could not help wriggling my breasts slightly 
so that the bells hanging from them began to tinkle 
delicately like a _furin_ or wind-chime. 

"Don't worry, Kimiko, that doesn't count," said my 
Master. His hands left my breasts and he moved round 
to face me. "But from now on it does. Your offering to 
your new friends starts now." 

"Ohh, _doesn't_ she look beautiful!" said Tomoko, her 
eyes sparkling. "Do let her see herself!" 

One of the Filipina maids wheeled a full-length 
mirror, in a shiny silver frame such as you see in 
dress-shops, out of the ladies' room and positioned it 
for me. I knew from my rehearsal under Matsumoto-san's 
direction that the pose I had invented for myself was 
beautiful and highly erotic, but I was hardly prepared 
for the lovely helplessness of the girl in the mirror. 
Surely everyone who saw her that evening, perched 
motionless as a statue on her little platform, would 
be wild to fuck her and whip her - as desperate as she 
was herself to be so rewarded? Then she was gone, and 
I was alone. 

The agony of holding the cruel pose without the 
tiniest movement or relief, and the white-hot pincers 
on my breasts, combined to flood my body with 
pleasure. It blended perfectly with the helplessness 
of being abandoned to my fate with no knowledge of how 
long I should have to endure it. I began to realise 
that an unexpected element in the torment I had willed 
for myself was that I was already quivering on the 
edge of an orgasm, and would have to find the strength 
to hold it at bay despite my urgent desire to succumb 
to it. 

Other guests now began to enter the hallway, the girls 
in provocative dresses hinting at the nudity which 
they would soon be displaying, the men trying to 
appear at ease despite being already aroused and 
excited by the thought of what lay ahead. They 
examined me with pleasure, the women commenting on the 
endurance I was showing and the men looking forward to 
using me later in the evening. They helped themselves 
to glasses from my tray, which were soon replaced by 
the Filipinas, and passed on through the double doors 
to the main room beyond. 

I saw people I partly recognised from television and 
magazines, including a man I guessed must be Tomoko's 
Slave. Most came in pairs or small groups; some I knew 
had used me the previous week and smiled cheerfully at 
me, congratulating me on my offering and promising to 
reward me later. One man, a handsome _gaijin_, I was 
sure I had seen before even though he had not been 
there last Friday: on his arm was a very young 
Japanese girl in a beautifully provocative short black 
dress - open down the front to show her pretty breasts 
and held together with gold cords. After taking his 
glass from my tray the man walked round me, examining 
me from all angles in a way that made my heart beat 
faster. His companion was obviously devoted to him but 
did not seem to mind his interest in me. Suddenly I 
felt his free hand caressing my bare bottom, not 
gently but in a way that made my flesh tingle with 
excitement. My breasts shivered and my little bells 
were on the brink of beginning to betray me: for the 
first time since my ordeal had begun I lost control 
and felt the glasses on my tray begin to slip. One of 
the sweet little Filipinas quickly put out a hand to 
steady me. The man said nothing, but grinned at me and 
then nodded in a way that filled me with excited 
apprehension. I shivered at the thought of the 
punishment he was surely promising me for my 
clumsiness. Then he and his pretty young companion 
vanished into the main room. 

There was a lull, most of the guests having by now 
arrived. Suddenly I realised that the young 
bare-breasted Japanese girl had returned and was 
standing in front of me. 

"Oh, you look so beautiful like that! And I had to 
tell you," she said, all in a rush, "you're so lucky - 
_he_, Mr Birch I mean, has arranged with your Master 
to punish you specially later on - you do know who he 
is, don't you? Oh no, perhaps you don't, we weren't 
here last week, but we saw you at Megumi Kato's 
wedding - was that really your first performance in 
public? You were fantastic - I do adore Kato-san, 
she's been so good to me _and_ she introduced me to 
Les-san, Mr Birch I mean, but he didn't touch you 
then, you see, so it will be wonderful for you 
tonight. I just wanted you to know. Girls make special 
appointments and come from all over to be caned by 
him, he's _such_ an expert and so famous. Among people 
who are really _seriously_ into bondage and whipping, 
I mean." 

She talked herself to a standstill at last, still 
eager and excited. Of course I could say nothing, but 
there was something odd about this. She was his 
companion for the evening, and while I assumed couples 
split up and recombined as they fancied on these 
occasions this unsophisticated young girl was 
obviously obsessed with her handsome and - apparently 
- expert _gaijin_ lover. She seemed to guess what was 
in my mind. 

"Please don't think it bothers me," she went on, 
"honestly it doesn't, I enjoy seeing him teach other 
girls, and he's always so good to me, whatever happens 
he'll take me home afterwards and do _incredible_ 
things to me. Ohh, it will be worth waiting for! I'm 
so happy, and I owe it all to Kato-san. If she hadn't 
taught me ... and introduced me to him ..." 

She turned away as we were about to be interrupted by 
a couple of late arrivals. I could not at first see 
them clearly as I was concentrating on mastering the 
exquisite pain and incipient orgasm which were 
threatening my motionless composure. But I heard the 
girl's cries of delight as she greeted them. I managed 
to focus my eyes at last and, as the two girls came 
apart from their kiss, recognised Megumi and her 
husband Mr Otani. She was looking even more beautiful 
than I remembered her at her wedding and was showing 
off her body, lightly tanned from her honeymoon, in 
only a leather g-string, collar, long gloves and 
high-heeled sandals, all in bridal white. The pretty 
rings piercing her breasts were joined by a chain, and 
her husband was leading her by a leash clipped to its 
central ring. In his free hand he held a long slender 
cane also sheathed in white leather. The effect was so 
erotic that I again felt my skin tingling with 
excitement - though fortunately I was able to steady 
myself in time. 

"Hello, Kimiko!" she said. "We're only just back but 
we _had_ to come tonight when we heard you were 
offering yourself. Welcome to the group - and how 
beautiful you look up there!" 

"I was just telling Kobayashi-san that Mr Birch will 
cane her specially later on," said the girl. 

"Were you, Emi-chan? That _will_ be nice for her," 
said Megumi. 

"She won't have much time for me, then," said Mr Otani 
with what I hoped was mock annoyance. "Once the real 
expert takes over no one wants us amateurs." 

"Don't be silly! I've been enjoying your amateur 
efforts for the past month and you know I can't get 
enough of them. Of course you must have Kimiko if you 
want her." She looked up at me. "This is my little 
friend Emi, by the way. She tends to be a bit 
over-enthusiastic and keeps on telling everyone all 
about her sexual experiences, but I suppose that's all 
my fault for encouraging her." 

She looked at the girl affectionately. 

"I'd love to be tied up like Kobayashi-san!" said Emi. 
"It must feel delicious. And isn't she _beautiful_ 
like that?" 

"Yes, she is, and when you're old enough to be a full 
member here instead of coming as Mr Birch's guest I'm 
sure you'll show us how nice you can look too." 

"Ooohh ... Is it easy to hold a pose like that, and is 
it _very_ painful?" 

"No it's not, and yes it is. You'll find out soon 
enough. But for now you must work hard and practice 
being a pretty submissive." 

Mr Otani pulled impatiently on the leash attached to 
his wife's breasts and flicked her bare bottom lightly 
a couple of times with his cane. She let out a little 
gasp of pleasure and looked up at him adoringly. The 
three of them passed into the main room, Emi prattling 
happily about the cruel things her wonderful lover had 
recently done to her. I was still excited by Megumi's 
appearance. It was strange to recall that a month ago 
I had been prudishly shocked by her provocative 
going-away outfit: and here I was envying her for 
being permitted to show herself in public wearing 
almost nothing but nipple-rings and a lead! It was not 
my place to make suggestions, but perhaps I could hint 
to my Master that I too would love to be taken to 
parties dressed like that. And what fun it would be to 
be driven there through the evening traffic, 
challenging anyone to notice. 

No other guests arrived and as I stood motionless on 
my platform I began to wonder sadly about the lovely 
things I was missing. Of course it was wonderful to be 
subjected so totally to my Master's will, and with 
nothing else to think about I began to feel myself 
losing the battle to control the orgasm surging 
through my tormented body. Already the glasses on my 
tray were beginning to jingle slightly as I trembled 
with anticipation. 

"All right, that will do," my Master's voice said 
suddenly from behind me. "If it were me I'd leave the 
shameless little slut up there for another hour as a 
punishment, but she's managed to make every man in the 
place wild to have her and they won't wait any 
longer." 


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