Learning_About_Myself.10

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/10
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 10

CHAPTER X

I Meet Harry and Anton

"Reina-san," I said when we were alone together at 
home again, "please tell me: what exactly is a 
masochist? You remember you said that girl we met 
might be one."

Reina had promised that our last evening together 
before my mother's return would be a very special 
one. We were to visit another of the clubs of which 
she seemed to have such a wide knowledge, but she 
refused to tell me anything about it in advance. We 
had bathed together once again, and she had carefully 
checked that my crotch was as innocent of hair as 
ever. Then, to my surprise, she had taken the razor 
and, after lathering herself copiously, had carefully 
shaved her own pussy.

"It's not that I'm trying to compete with you, 
darling," she explained. "My days of looking like a 
little innocent who's only just discovered sex are 
long past. But this evening's a special occasion."

Now we were taking it in turns to massage each other 
in the steamy bathroom, and I was kneeling behind 
Reina as she squatted on her little stool, teasing 
the knots out of her shoulders with my fingers.

"Surely you know, don't you?" she replied to my 
question.

"Well, yes - but what did you mean about that girl?"

"A masochist is a girl who enjoys pain," she 
explained patiently.

"But what _is_ pain - I mean, the pain you say a 
masochist enjoys? It can't just be what I feel when 
someone whips me. That doesn't hurt at all - it's 
lovely! It's another kind of pleasure: it makes me 
feel even sexier."

"Have you never," she asked thoughtfully, "done 
something really naughty at school and been seriously 
punished for it? Beaten, I mean? Or had a friend who 
did?"

I was about to say no, but then I remembered a girl 
at school. A year or more ago there had been an 
outbreak of stealing from girls' lockers and 
schoolbags. It had been thoroughly investigated and 
at last traced to her. We had none of us liked her 
much, so we had shown no sympathy as an announcement 
was made, and we had watched in silence while she was 
taken away. Hours later she had returned, obviously 
distressed and trying not to cry in front of us. Even 
though we hadn't liked her, we tried to comfort her 
then; but she made it very clear she wanted to be 
left alone. The next day she was still silent and 
solitary, but there was something strange about her, 
a sort of radiance, a special quality, as if she had 
been through a life-changing experience. I told Reina 
this story.

"There you are, then! She was beaten severely, and 
after the first shock and humiliation she found she 
enjoyed it."

"But I could never do that!"

"You don't _know_ you couldn't. But don't worry about 
it. If it comes to you it will come, and meanwhile 
you can go on enjoying being whipped for its own 
sake. That's not masochism - it's just a special 
extra aspect of your sensuality. You're very lucky to 
have it."

"But what do I do if it does come? This ability to 
find pleasure in real pain?"

"You'll know what to do. For every masochist there's 
a sadist."

"You mean ..."

"A man - or a woman - who enjoys hurting you as much 
as you enjoy being hurt. It's one of the most 
wonderful sexual relationships you could ever have. 
If it comes to you, be grateful. If it doesn't, you 
have so much else to enjoy!" She stood up. "Now we 
must get ready. This evening is going to be fun."

==

Reina had instructed me to wear the same simple dress 
I had worn on the journey home from the dating agency 
office - "Just that, no corset, nothing at all 
underneath, not even the collar you insisted on 
keeping," she dictated firmly - and while I had 
dreamt of wearing something more exciting and 
stimulating, for me as well as for those who looked 
at me, I was sure she had good reasons for her 
choice. She told me to go and get ready in my own 
room with the sliding shutters closed while she made 
some phone calls.

When I reappeared, trying to make the most of my 
little floral dress, her appearance took my breath 
away. She was wearing just a tight short sheath in 
shiny red plasticised material which left her 
shoulders bare and was zipped tightly up the back, 
long skin-tight black gloves in similar glistening 
material, and a black collar snugly round her neck. 
As we stepped down into the little hallway and I put 
on my favourite silver high-heeled sandals, I saw 
that she had laid out for herself a beautiful pair of 
black high-heeled boots which reached almost to her 
knees and were fastened by long black laces 
zig-zagging round silver hooks all along the front. 
As she stood in front of me I felt I had never in my 
life seen anything so sexily beautiful.

"We'll treat ourselves to a taxi tonight, since it's 
our last evening," she said as we left the house.

Our destination was a building in Akasaka, a district 
normally too exclusive and expensive for me even to 
think of visiting. There was a discreet entrance and 
Reina pressed an intercom button. The lock buzzed as 
soon as she gave her name and we entered a lobby with 
a reception desk staffed by two beautiful girls in 
pretty low-cut minidresses. They bowed respectfully 
to Reina and told her to go through the door marked 
"Office".

A man in a tuxedo rose from behind a desk. The office 
was tidy and smartly furnished: the whole atmosphere 
could not have been more different from the dating 
agency office I had visited earlier that day.

"Everything is ready for you, Kogure-san," he said. 
"And of course for Sayaka-san. I have reserved two 
seats at the front. I haven't made any announcement: 
I thought I'd wait till you are both seated."

I wondered for a moment what he meant by calling 
Reina Kogure-san, but then I remembered that Mai 
Kogure had been the professional name on the DVD she 
had let me see. The one, I fleetingly remembered, 
that had ended with the beautiful scene showing Reina 
as a charming _sadisu-chan_ with her sweet whip ... 

The man pressed a button on his desk. One of the 
beautiful girls from the reception desk entered, and 
on his instruction conducted us into the main room of 
the establishment. It was dominated by a 
semi-circular stage raised on three shallow steps; 
there were rows of comfortable seats arranged round 
it. The place was fairly full but as the man in the 
tuxedo had promised there were two empty seats at the 
front. The receptionist conducted us to them, and 
Reina settled into one of them with me on her left.

The lights were low in the auditorium. On stage under 
the bright spotlights a girl was dancing. She was 
wearing only a pretty gold panty and matching 
high-heels. As she danced she played teasingly with 
the bows on her hips holding up her panty; then coyly 
she turned her back, looked provocatively over one 
shoulder, and slowly pulled the little strings till 
the panty fell. She turned to face the audience and 
posed sexily, delightfully naked apart from her 
heels, twirling the little scrap of gold cloth from 
one finger. Her pubic hair was not shaved like mine 
but trimmed into a neat triangle. There was applause. 
How _lovely_, I thought - not for the first time! - 
to be allowed to show oneself off nude in front of an 
audience! How natural, what a perfect way of 
expressing one's sexuality, of teasing oneself 
delightfully, of preparing to surrender joyfully to a 
room full of lustful cocks! Was this girl going to do 
that? Of course she was! With a charming smile she 
tossed the little panty into the audience, not 
looking to see where it fell. A cheer went up as a 
man stood and, kissing and smelling the piece of 
cloth which he had been the first to claim, made his 
way to the stage. He took the naked girl in his arms 
and kissed her; then they left the stage together and 
made their way through the audience to an area at the 
back of the room where couches stood ready to 
accommodate the happy love of audience members and 
willing performers. Yes, I have been here before, I 
thought. On my very first evening with Reina: at a 
club where a girl had danced, stripped naked, and 
then walked so beautifully, so proudly, so naturally 
in her perfect nudity through the crowded room with 
her reward, a lover ... who, I suddenly recalled, had 
whipped her beautifully in their private encounter. 
At least, on the occasions when I relived the 
incident and masturbated over it, that was what I 
assumed had happened. I hadn't understood then the 
meaning of the rhythmic swishing and the feminine 
gasps and squeals coming from the behind the closed 
door, but I did now ... She had been a girl just like 
me, or just like the me I was planning to be; I never 
learnt her name or spoke to her - except in my 
fantasies - and yet she had at once become my ideal, 
my guide.

I felt the man seated on my left stroking my thigh. 
His hand was moving further and further upwards: soon 
his fingers would be under my short skirt and 
approaching my crotch. Of course I didn't object - 
why should I? His lust had been aroused by the sight 
of the lovely nude girl who had danced for him, and 
for all of us, on stage and I was now getting the 
benefit of it. What could be nicer?

The lights came up in the auditorium and the man in 
the tuxedo came on. He made a brief announcement that 
we had the special privilege of welcoming in the 
audience the celebrated sex-star Mai Kogure, whose 
videos would be well-known to all lovers of beauty. 
There was a rustle of interest. She had kindly agreed 
to perform for us, accompanied by her new pupil. 
Goodness, he meant me, I thought, as this was greeted 
with applause. The lights went down again, and a 
couple of stage hands set the scene, pushing on two 
frames made of strong poles in black metal about two 
metres high and a bit less across, one to each side 
of the stage. Black curtains were drawn behind them. 
Something else which I couldn't quite make out, black 
against the black curtains, was now dangling above 
the stage.

The stage hands withdrew, bright spots came on 
shining white against the black stage set, and then 
two men entered, one from each side, wearing only 
black slacks. They were _gaijin_, fair-haired, tall 
and their bare arms and chests muscular. They 
advanced together to the front of the stage and 
smilingly held out their hands to Reina. She stood, 
faced the audience, bowed respectfully, then turned 
back to the stage and ascended the steps, elegant in 
her high-heeled boots.

She stood close to the man on her right and they 
began to kiss. Her gloved hands caressed his bare 
chest, pinching his nipples; then moved down to 
stroke his buttocks through the black cloth of his 
slacks. After a while she swung round and did the 
same to the other man - except that her right hand 
was still straying over the first man, tickling the 
obvious bulge in his pants. Then she had both hands 
on the second man, stroking his hidden cock too.

The first man took her by the waist, then began to 
slide down the zipper holding her brilliant red 
sheath dress together. I was breathless with 
excitement, longing to see it fully undone and the 
dress fall to the ground revealing - what? Was Reina 
beautifully nude under her dress as I was under mine, 
or had she more to remove?

She had. As the red dress fell apart, we could all 
see that she was wearing a shiny black corset, very 
like the one I had worn for my portrait photographs 
at the dating agency - except that that had been red, 
of course - squeezing her slim waist but leaving her 
breasts and bottom uncovered. As she posed and showed 
herself off between the two men, I could see that the 
corset was laced up the front, the black cords 
zig-zagging between shiny metal hooks very similar to 
the design of her boots. How elegant!

Reina advanced to the front of the stage, smiling and 
gesturing to me. She wanted me to join her! I excused 
myself politely to the man sitting on my left, whose 
fingers were now dabbling lightly in my wet pussy, 
stood up and followed Reina up onto the stage. The 
audience welcomed the newcomer with polite applause. 
She kissed me gently, then passed me to the man on 
her left who took me in his arms and began to undress 
me. Oh, how gentle he was and how I longed to be nude 
for him and surrender to everything he intended to do 
to me! All he had to do was unfasten the zipper down 
my back and let my simple dress fall to the floor. I 
stepped out of it: he picked it up and tossed it into 
the wings. Would I ever see it again? I didn't care. 
I felt as if I never wanted to wear clothes in public 
again. He held me in front of him, displaying me to 
the audience while his hands caressed and explored 
me.

I glanced to one side to see what Reina was doing. 
She was on her knees in front of her man, in the 
process of undoing his belt and letting his slacks 
fall to the floor. He was wearing no underpants and 
his huge cock dangled between his legs, half erect. 
He seemed to have no pubic hair - or perhaps it was 
fair like the hair on his head and less visible than 
the wiry black bush of a Japanese man. Reina stroked 
and kissed his cock and it rose obediently into her 
hands. I felt as if I had never seen anything so 
beautiful.

"May I do that to you?" I whispered to my partner. 
"Please?"

"Of course!"

At once I was on my knees in front of him, fumbling 
with his belt. Then I too had an enormous, almost 
hairless, cock to play with. I kissed and worshipped 
it with my lips and hands, my heart beating fast at 
the thought of the pleasure this magnificent 
instrument would soon be giving me. But after a few 
strokes he withdrew from my mouth, bent down and, 
taking me gently by the elbows, pulled me to my feet.

"Now it is time for you to fix us to the bars," he 
whispered in his quaint Japanese. "Both of us."

He kicked his pants to one side with one bare foot, 
and together we moved to the metal frame on our side 
of the stage. As I looked more closely I saw that 
shining steel handcuffs were attached to the vertical 
bars near the top. My man took up his submissive 
position willingly, facing the audience, and I 
reached up on tiptoe and clicked the handcuffs shut 
round his outspread wrists. On the floor larger cuffs 
were attached to short chains stretching from the 
bottom of the bars. I knelt, and as the man moved his 
feet apart for me snapped the cuffs closed round his 
ankles. At once the feeling that this magnificent 
male body was my helpless prisoner overwhelmed me. It 
was no longer for me to submit to him and his 
desires: he was mine now to do what I liked with. I 
stood again and stroked his chest and pinched his 
nipples as Reina had done earlier; then I reached 
down and tickled his obedient cock.

"Over here, Saa-chan," I heard Reina say; and then, 
loud enough for the audience to hear and enjoy, "My 
little apprentice is learning fast."

The other man was standing inside his metal frame, 
waiting for me to imprison him with the two sets of 
cuffs provided. When he too was helpless I began to 
tease and tickle him, while he looked down at me and 
smiled with pleasure. Reina meanwhile was standing 
centre-stage and began to remove her long black 
gloves. It is remarkable how erotic a skilled 
stripper can make the process of taking off her 
gloves, or her stockings for that matter. She is not 
revealing any part of herself that would normally be 
hidden, and yet peeling off gloves, whether she is 
otherwise naked or not, can be very provocative and 
arousing. Certainly it was when Reina did it.

When she had finished, she handed one of her gloves 
to me and then waked over to the man on the right. 
She reached up to his face, kissed him, and then 
placed the glove she was still holding over his eyes, 
tying it tightly behind his head so that he was 
completely blindfolded. She gestured to me, and I did 
the same to my man. It wasn't easy because he was so 
much taller than me, but he bent his head and helped 
me as best he could. It obviously aroused him to be 
so completely at my mercy: his wonderful cock was 
fully erect and I could feel it throbbing as I 
stroked it and began to dream of the ecstasy I would 
surely feel when I at last gave it permission to 
power its way into my wet pussy. I stood on tiptoe 
and kissed his mouth again.

"You are forbidden to come," I said to him, trying to 
make my voice both intimate and audible to the 
audience. "Whatever I do to you, you must control 
yourself and not come."

"I will do my best to control myself, Mistress," he 
said in his strange-sounding Japanese, "but it will 
be difficult."

"It will be _very_ difficult," I said. "I shall make 
sure that it will be as difficult as it possibly can 
be. But you must not come. If you do, I shall have 
the pleasure of punishing you for your wickedness."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I know I will enjoy it, 
whatever you choose to do to me."

I know what to do with this man, I thought. I have 
done it all already, to Jiro in our school gymnasium. 
But he was a weedy fellow compared with this powerful 
giant who has been miraculously placed at my mercy. 
And there had been seven of us tormenting and teasing 
poor Jiro together - how good it would be to have 
them all here to help me work over this magnificent 
victim. What a show we could put on!

There was something else missing, I thought. Here I 
had only my hands and my nude body to tease him with. 
I had no tools. No sooner had I thought that than one 
of the stage hands entered silently. He was carrying 
exactly what I wanted: a long whip of many strands. 
In fact he had two: one he gave to Reina and the 
other to me. The narrow strips of leather were bright 
red: how clever, I thought, they would show more 
clearly under the lights than a black whip against 
the black background, and help the audience to enjoy 
watching what I would do to my victim. It didn't 
occur to me at the time, but looking back on it I saw 
that I had already begun to acquire stagecraft, to 
understand how best to help my audience to appreciate 
every detail of my public sexual display.

My blindfolded victim wouldn't know, I thought, what 
I held in my hand. He couldn't guess the wonderful, 
thrilling sensation I was about to inflict on him. I 
walked quietly round his helpless body, the lovely 
whip dangling from my right hand, and took up 
position. I ran the long lashes through my left hand, 
then without warning flicked them hard against his 
muscular buttocks. Again. And again. His head jerked 
back and his whole body tensed in its steel cuffs.

"Oh, Mistress," he said, "Oh ..."

I varied the angle of my strike, letting the multiple 
lashes kiss his back and then his thighs. In between 
I stroked his buttocks gently with my free hand. 
Always with love, I thought. That is what I was 
taught. You must always caress your partner with the 
whip _lovingly_. The whip is an extension of your 
hands, with which you stroke your lovers so as to 
pleasure them. With this wonderful tool you can 
stroke even more tenderly. That is what it is for. It 
is a way of loving even more intensely.

It was heavy work, though! My right arm was growing 
tired, and I was doing my best to please him as he 
begged me to whip him harder and harder. At last I 
had to stop. And I was longing for the moment when - 
surely - he would seize the whip from me and 
reciprocate my love with all his strength. I walked 
round to his front and untied his blindfold. He let 
his head fall forward and I lifted it with the handle 
of the whip under his chin.

"Did you enjoy that, Slave?" I asked, recalling Reina 
in her _sadisu-chan_ video.

"Oh, yes, Mistress! You are so good to me ... Please 
love me more."

"Soon."

I began to concentrate on teasing and stroking his 
cock. Before I fell to my knees I reminded him 
severely that he was forbidden to come. Somehow he 
managed not to, despite my best efforts with my 
tongue and lips on his glorious erection, or my 
tickling fingers on his heavy balls. Perhaps he was 
skilled at resisting the tormenting teasing of 
Japanese girls, all longing to harvest the evening's 
first cum as it spurted hotly into their mouths. Or 
perhaps I was just too inexperienced and needed to 
practice more ...

I gave up for the moment and turned to see what Reina 
was doing to her man. She too had removed his 
blindfold, and was now releasing him from his cuffs. 
She smiled across to me and indicated that I should 
do the same. I wondered where to find the keys and 
then discovered that the cuffs were fitted with 
simple release buttons: although they looked strong 
and professional, they were obviously made specially 
for bondage play. My man stepped away from his frame, 
rubbed his wrists and then took me in his arms. His 
erection pressed excitingly against my lower stomach.

"Won't you whip me now, please?" I asked him in the 
cutest little-girl voice I could manage. "I want it 
_so_ much. And after all, I did it to you ..."

"Yes, and it felt lovely. But not just yet."

Another stage in the presentation was about to begin. 
He left me and joined the other naked man. The black 
object hanging from the ceiling was lowered and I saw 
that it was a sort of hammock of interlaced black 
leather straps, suspended by silver chains from each 
corner. The two men lifted Reina and placed her on 
her back in the little hammock so that her head hung 
from one end and her bottom and legs off the other. 
She quickly raised her legs and twisted them round 
the silver chains so that her crotch was fully 
displayed. My man knelt before her, pulled the little 
hammock towards him and buried his face in her juicy 
cunt. Oh, how lovely for him! I thought, remembering 
my first experience of sucking Reina and drinking her 
love-juice. The other man approached me and for a 
wonderful moment I thought he was about to prepare me 
for fucking. But he just moved the frame to the left, 
angling it towards Reina and her lover, and 
instructed me to stand within it so that he could 
lengthen the chains of the wrist- and ankle-cuffs and 
lock me into them. Then he returned to Reina, 
standing where her head dangled upside-down from the 
leather hammock, and placed his cock where she could 
suck it and draw it into her mouth.

It was the cruellest possible torture for me, 
desperate for sex as I was, forced to watch the 
glorious fucking which Reina was being granted for 
her own pleasure, that of her two lovers and of 
course for the enjoyment of the audience. Soon my man 
- the man who had been mine - rose to his feet and 
thrust his beautiful cock into her cunt. At the same 
time she was not just sucking the other cock: I could 
see from the movement of her throat muscles that she 
was swallowing it deeply inside her. The two men 
pulled her to and fro in her little leather cradle 
while I watched, desperate to be fucked myself - and 
with my hands bound I could not even masturbate! I 
thought they would time their orgasms so as to come 
together; but the man fucking Reina's mouth at last 
pulled out and sprayed his cum over her lovely face, 
hanging helplessly upside-down with her wavy hair 
dangling almost to the floor. He was quickly followed 
by her other lover who moved round with his cock in 
his hand and added his rich contribution to the sperm 
decorating her.

At last I was granted relief. The two men gestured to 
the audience, inviting anyone who wanted Reina to 
step up on stage and take her. And as volunteers 
began to arrive and pleasure Reina, they picked up 
the two whips from where they had fallen to the 
floor, took up position on either side of me, and 
began together to lash me ... my bottom, my thighs, 
my tender breasts, my tummy, from time to time even a 
heavenly flick between my legs and onto my pussy and 
clitoris ... harder and harder, endlessly, as I 
wriggled as best I could in my bonds and implored 
them to whip me more. Before me an endless line of 
men were fucking Reina, coming in her cunt and in her 
mouth, or pulling out in time to add to the pretty 
streaks and gobbets of cum decorating her face and 
breasts. Would it be my turn soon to be fucked so 
comprehensively and so beautifully? Surely yes - but 
just now Reina was receiving what she longed for and 
deserved, and so, in my whipping-frame, was I. Two 
girls lost in a heaven of love and ecstasy!

At last, with that bit of my mind that was not 
preoccupied with my own happiness, I became aware 
that the line of men fucking Reina in her harness was 
coming to an end. The last two exploded in the 
love-holes they had selected, withdrew, offered her 
their dripping cocks to clean with her tongue, 
shrugged on their clothes and left the stage. For a 
few minutes my two lovers stopped whipping me and 
left me to hang lonely in my bonds while they helped 
Reina to her feet and supported her as she withdrew, 
to clean herself up and recover from the continuous 
orgasm she had been enjoying. At last they returned 
to me.

"Well, what shall we do with this little one?" asked 
the first.

"I think she's ready, don't you?" replied the other.

"Oh yes, oh _yes_!" I couldn't help saying.

They laughed.

"She doesn't know what it is, yet she still wants 
it!" said one.

"Of course!" I begged them. "Whatever wonderful thing 
you want to do to me, I want it too ... oh, _so_ 
much!"

They turned together back towards the audience.

"Well, who'd like to have her?" they asked, 
alternating their sentences. "She's longing for it, I 
promise you! She'll give you all a really good time! 
Come on, she's all yours! She's desperate! You can do 
anything you like to her!"

But no one stood up and approached the stage. For a 
few moments I was overcome by a terrible conviction 
that I just wasn't good enough. None of these 
sophisticated, sexually experienced men wanted me or 
thought me worth the trouble of fucking. I was on the 
edge of bursting into tears. But the two handsome 
_gaijin_ turned to me, smiling sympathetically, 
stretched out their hands and began to stroke me.

"Don't worry!" they said. "It's not your fault! 
They've all worn themselves out fucking your friend 
Kogure-san. But you look lovely bound like that. _We_ 
want you! We want you terribly."

They did, I could see that. Their huge cocks were 
erect and pointing at me - if only my hands had been 
free I could have stroked them and loved them.

One of the men left the stage for a moment while the 
other began to free me from my bonds. I fell into his 
arms, thanking him and begging him to fuck me - to 
take me any way he wanted. The first man returned 
with a sort of wheeled trolley upholstered in black. 
He parked it in the centre of the stage; then with 
the help of his friend carried me to it and placed me 
on the edge. I sat there happily swinging my legs and 
reaching out for the lovely cocks on either side of 
me, my hands free at last to show how much I wanted 
them.

"Doesn't she look pretty?" said one of my lovers to 
the audience.

"Why do you think you look so pretty?" the other 
asked me.

For a moment I had no idea what to say, but then 
inspiration came to me.

"Because I am nude," I said. "Nude for everyone to 
look at and enjoy. I want to be like that _always_! 
And because I want so much to be fucked."

"A good answer," he said.

"Yes - but we can make her even prettier, don't you 
think?" said the other.

There was a drawer built into the trolley on which I 
was sitting. One of the men reached into it and 
pulled out a pair of nipple-clamps, simple metal 
pincers with little bells already attached.

"Oh, yes - please!" I said. "I _love_ them!"

"You've worn them before, have you?"

"Lots and lots!" I replied happily. "When I'm nude 
and being made love to ... secretly under my dress 
when I'm out ..."

Together they attached the little instruments to my 
erect nipples, adjusting the mechanism to give me the 
maximum sensation. They flicked my breasts so that 
the little bells tinkled. While I thanked them for 
their kindness, one of them fitted a black leather 
collar round my neck. The other then showed me a pair 
of metal hooks on the end of a leather strap. He held 
my head carefully and gently fitted the hooks into my 
nostrils. They felt strange but the sensation of 
restraint and bondage was very arousing as he led the 
strap over the top of my head and attached it to the 
back of my collar. He tightened it slowly and I found 
myself forced to raise my head till I was looking up 
over the audience and towards the ceiling. Together 
they made me stand up and walk towards the front of 
the stage.

"Do you want to be fucked, Sayaka-san?" one of them 
asked.

"Oh yes - oh _yes_! So much!" I replied, my voice 
sounding a little strange with the hooks and strap 
constricting my face.

"Does nobody want to fuck this sweet little girl?" 
asked the other, addressing the audience. "So young, 
and so keen! How old are you, Sayaka-chan?" he asked 
me.

"Fourteen," I said, hoping it would help to make 
myself out to be even younger than I really was.

"Have you been fucked in public before, Sayaka-chan?" 
asked the first man.

"No, never!" I said. Another untruth, of course, but 
in the best possible cause. "I want it _so_ much!"

"Only fourteen, and her first time before an 
audience. Surely someone would like to fuck this hot 
little _roriita_?"

"Oh, _please_!" I added.

"You do it, and we'll watch," called out a man in the 
second row.

"Would you like _us_ to fuck you?" they asked 
together.

"Please! Oh please! Fuck me, fuck me!"

So they conducted me back to my little trolley and 
placed me there on my hands and knees. I wriggled 
with delighted anticipation and the little bells 
suspended from my nipple-clamps tinkled in sympathy. 
I made sure I was kneeling neatly with my knees 
tucked well up under me so that my bottom was 
correctly placed for them to enjoy; the hooks in my 
nostrils forced me to hold my head up high with my 
mouth open ready to receive any cock that chose to 
enter it. There was scattered applause from the 
audience: so they were enjoying watching me being 
taken even if they were too exhausted to take me 
themselves!

And then it began. I felt one of the huge cocks 
demanding entrance to my pussy and I pushed gently 
back onto it: oh, I wanted it in there as much as it 
wanted to penetrate me! Simultaneously the other cock 
began to enter my half-open mouth. I licked and 
sucked and worshipped it, and encouraged its progress 
past my throat and, it seemed, half-way down to my 
stomach. With my cunt and throat muscles I massaged 
and stroked these glorious instruments of pleasure. 
How wonderful it was, I thought  - not for the first 
time - to be a girl with the power to call this male 
lust into being, to use it, to love it, to _force_ it 
to pleasure me and do everything to me I wanted! 
There would always be more, I thought: an army of 
cocks waiting for me, wanting me, always ready to 
satisfy my endless desire while at the same time 
stoking it up to an even higher pitch. Men, I knew, 
had to stop after fucking till they were ready to do 
it again - like the worn-out men in the audience - 
but _I_ never had to stop! Why should I? I could fuck 
for ever.

I don't know how long it lasted - not for ever, alas, 
we always fall short of our ideals - but when at last 
my two lovers had each come in my mouth and in my 
cunt I felt myself lifted up and borne tenderly off 
the stage. When I opened my eyes I was lying on a 
couch in a little room. My two lovers were there, 
smiling down at me, and so was Reina. I could hear 
music playing in the stage area and cheers from the 
audience: another girl had taken my place, I 
supposed, and was already stimulating the spectators 
by stripping and dancing prettily for them.

"Oh, you were so good to me!" I said when I had 
returned to something like reality. "Who are you, and 
why are you working here?"

They laughed.

"Which question shall we answer first?" said one. 
"Well, the reason we work here is obvious. It's 
because we get to fuck Japanese girls. They're the 
best in the world. Oh, yes!" he went on as I modestly 
tried to deny it. "Beautiful, clean, and _so_ 
enthusiastic! They'll do anything! And they love 
being fucked by _gaijin_ as much as we love fucking 
them! They find us exotic. This place is a paradise. 
I never want to leave it."

The other nodded in agreement.

"And your other question ... My name's Harry. I'm 
American. I have a job as 'adviser' in a Japanese 
company. They think I'm a typical American so when I 
tell them what I think about a product they imagine 
that's what all Americans will think. It's quite well 
paid, the OLs are very pretty, and I have my evenings 
free for fucking. He - " he gestured at his friend 
" - works as a freelance designer. He's the clever 
artistic one, and works out the routines we use on 
stage. The audiences like them, the management are 
happy and the girls are fantastic."

"Well, we hope so," said the first man. "Places like 
this are always looking for something new, so we keep 
trying to work out new acts. Of course it's all about 
fucking and whipping, however we dress it up. Or 
undress it," he added with a laugh. "My name's Anton. 
I come from Austria."

"Australia?" I asked uncertainly.

"No. Not Australia," he said severely. "Austria. You 
know. _The Sound of Music_ and all that."

"Anton doesn't think much of _The Sound of Music_," 
said Harry with a laugh, "but it's the one thing 
about his country that everyone knows."

"Nonsense!" said Anton indignantly. "Mozart ... 
Schubert ..."

"Ah, yes. Austria's great public relations success: 
convincing the world that Mozart was an Austrian and 
you-know-who was a German."

"Harry, if you wish us to remain friends you will 
stop that."

"Where did you meet?" I asked hurriedly, trying to 
avert a quarrel I did not understand.

"In a bar," said Harry. "One of the girls said we 
must be brothers because we looked so similar. But 
we'd never met before. We shared a girl that night - 
d'you remember, Anton? - and she enjoyed it so much 
she wouldn't take any money."

"I will never forget her," said Anton, cheerful 
again. "She was so _small_ - when we took her, one at 
each end, you could hardly see her! But she was like 
a dynamo of sexual energy."

"That gave Anton the idea of working out a series of 
sex acts and offering them to managements like the 
one here."

"And when we're 'resting' from doing that," said 
Anton, "we spend evenings at ladies' clubs. You know, 
the discreet places where older women go to relax 
with young men."

"That's quite good fun," said Harry. "Of course, I 
prefer fucking young girls. But I must admit older 
Japanese women have trim bodies and know a lot. And 
they're very generous with tips and presents."

"Which they can afford to be," his friend put in. 
"The women who have us at the ladies' clubs are very 
well paid company executives, TV personalities and so 
on. But they make us work hard for it!"

"Saa-chan, I think it's time we left," said Reina, 
speaking for the first time. "Harry and Anton have 
work to do."

"More young girls to fuck?" I asked naughtily, and 
then regretted having been so impertinent.

"Of course!" said Harry, who didn't seem to mind. 
"It's Saturday night. This place will be open for 
hours yet. Come on, Anton! We're sex-slaves, 
remember? Back to work!"

==

"Reina," I said as we lay naked in each other's arms 
that night, "that was the most wonderful thing that 
ever happened to me."

"Yes, dear," she said. "I know. I enjoyed it too."

"I never want to do anything else," I went on 
seriously. "I mean, I have to stay at school a while 
longer, till I'm sixteen at least, and then my mother 
wants me to go on to a secretarial college and get a 
job as an Office Lady in a company, and all that, and 
I'm sure that's very sensible. But it's not really 
living, is it?"

"So what would you call really living?"

She shifted position on the _futon_ and turned me so 
that I was lying on my back while she leant over me. 
I could feel her hair tickling my shoulders and neck. 
Normally that would have excited me and I would have 
pulled her down onto me as a preliminary to yet more 
kissing and fondling. But somehow I felt that this 
conversation, the last we could have together before 
my mother's return, was about to become the most 
important discussion in my life so far. I thought 
carefully about how to reply to Reina's question. The 
simple - and, so far as it went, truthful - answer 
would have been "sex", but somehow I needed to say 
more than that. Of course sex was hugely important to 
me, as it surely is to every girl, but just because 
it is something every girl wants and enjoys I had to 
find the words to express how very special it was to 
me.

"When I was ... having that experience earlier this 
evening," I began at last, "it felt incredibly 
wonderful. It was much more wonderful than anything 
I'd felt before. Of course I was tingling all over - 
I always am when my lovers do nice things to me." I 
paused for a moment, feeling very grown-up at being 
able to speak of having lovers - more than one at a 
time. "But when they, you know, took me to paradise 
with the way they loved me, it felt as if I wasn't me 
any more, as if I had been completely remade and was 
living in a way I had never lived before and had 
never really guessed a girl could live. I'm still 
feeling that now, a bit. And I want to go on feeling 
that, for ever and ever. I want to be loved like that 
and taken to paradise. All the time. Now that I know 
where it is, and how to get there."

Reina smiled down at me encouragingly, resting on one 
elbow, her chin on the palm of her hand.

"You see," I went on, anxious to explain what I meant 
now that I had somehow found the words, "it isn't 
only the sex. That's fantastic of course. But it's 
even more wonderful because I'm doing it while 
everyone watches. When I'm on a platform with an 
audience there, or - " suddenly I remembered how it 
had felt at the dating agency that afternoon " - in 
front of a camera, and get naked for the audience or 
the camera to see, that's when the wonderfulness 
begins. And making love to a man I've never met 
before and whose name I've never heard ... knowing 
that his lovely hard cock and his desire for me have 
been made by my nudity and my sexiness and are all 
mine to do just what I like with, and then when he 
loves me and whips me because _I_ want him to ... not 
just because he wants me, though that too of course, 
it feels so beautiful and so - so pure!"

"You're a very lucky girl," said Reina.

"Don't you feel like that?" I asked anxiously. "Don't 
all girls?"

"_I_ feel like that," she replied, "and that's why I 
do the work I do. I couldn't imagine doing anything 
else. And so do you. I could tell that the moment I 
saw you when I came here to look after you. You're 
just like I was at your age, only more so. Of course 
you will do what I do. What do you think I've been 
training you for?"

I looked at her, startled for a moment. My 
overwhelming experiences and emotions during the 
evening had temporarily driven out of my mind her 
plans for my future.

"But what about other girls?" I asked again, really 
wanting to know. "And - " an awful thought suddenly 
struck me " - how long does it last, this feeling? 
Will I be too old for it one day? You know, like my 
mother?"

"That's two questions!" she said with a laugh. "Not 
all girls feel a desire for sex, especially public 
sex, as intensely as you do. Those who do make a 
career out of it, as you will. The others keep sex as 
a recreation, a hobby, something to make up for the 
boredom of everyday life. And as for how long it 
lasts - well, a career as a nude model and sex 
performer, if you're lucky, might last as long as 
five years. If you're not so lucky, just a year or 
so. You've no idea the pressure there is from 
newcomers. Japan is full of young girls desperate to 
get their chance in the sex business. Girls like you 
are now."

"But that's terrible! I hoped it would last for 
_ever_!"

"Well, you may be luckier than most. The industry 
depends mainly on young beginners: innocent dewy-eyed 
girls who look as if they've only just discovered the 
wonder of sex in public and can't get enough of it. 
But a few girls manage to go on much longer. They 
develop into older, more sophisticated sex actresses 
and role-models. And anyway, I was talking about the 
career. I didn't mean that your sex-life will be 
short. If you are sensible and save your money, and 
make useful connections, you can become the 
sex-partner of a rich and successful man, if that's 
what you want, or build up a stable of lovers. Or 
even both. Quite a lot of men like to have first call 
on the services of a former sex-actress, and then 
leave her free to do exactly what she likes the rest 
of her time. So long as she's discreet, of course."

I gazed up at her open-mouthed. It was so much to 
take in! Could I one day be the mistress of a wealthy 
man with, I hoped, interesting sexual tastes and a 
strong appetite? Or did I want to be the centre of an 
army of lusty young men dedicated to satisfying my 
appetite - or trying to satisfy it, in vain of 
course? That idea was such fun I began to giggle.

"Some girls just accept that it won't go on for ever, 
and use their connections to get a job with a 
company. Knowing what men want is quite useful 
experience for success in an office job. And you can 
keep sex as a hobby on the side. Like your mother 
does."

"You mean," I said in astonishment, "my mother - " I 
wanted to say "has lovers" but somehow the words 
would not come " - goes on dates?" I finished lamely.

Reina laughed.

"Of course! You don't think all those late evenings 
are on company business? Some are, of course. But she 
gets asked out by other executives; and sometimes she 
goes to ladies' clubs. You know, where older women 
can meet handsome young men for discreet sex."

Suddenly my astonishment at this discovery that my 
mother had a sex-life was replaced by a recent 
memory. Harry and his friend Anton had spoken of 
"ladies' clubs" where well-paid older women, 
hard-working female executives, went to relax with 
handsome young men. It hadn't meant much to me at the 
time, but now I was amazed by the thought that the 
men who had just pleasured me so beautifully might 
previously have fucked my mother!

"Time to go to sleep," said Reina. "Remember, you 
have an important appointment tomorrow morning."

"Yes. With Bob Williams, isn't it? Why are we going 
there? Is it something to do with my career? Or does 
he - " I added with a naughty giggle: " - does he 
want to whip me again?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She laughed, leant 
forward and began to tickle my tummy with her elegant 
long nails. "You'd like him to whip you again, nice 
and hard, wouldn't you, you insatiable little ...?"

"Of course! I'd love it!"

"Well, perhaps he will." She became serious again. 
"But there are two other reasons. The first is that 
he will have someone calling on him tomorrow whom I 
very much want you to meet. She can help you a lot if 
you make the right impression on her, so make sure 
you do."

"She?"

"Yes, she. The other reason is that there's one thing 
missing from your sexual experience and I've left it 
very late to have you taught. You've never been tied 
up for sex, have you?"

"Rope bondage, you mean?" I said, sounding as casual 
as I could.

"Oh, you know about it, do you?"

"I've read about it. And seen pictures. It seems 
rather thrilling. But I've never done it."

"It _is_ thrilling. Very. And Bob Williams is an 
expert with ropes. For a _gaijin_, that is. You'll 
love it."

"Have you been bound for sex, Reina?"

"Oh yes. Frequently. I adore it. And so will you. Now 
go to sleep."


[Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: A Business Meeting]


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