Learning_About_Myself.11

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/11
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 11

CHAPTER XI

A Business Meeting

Telling me to go to sleep was no doubt good advice in 
theory, but difficult to put into practice: I was just 
too excited at the thought of tomorrow's meeting with 
Bob Williams and his ropes, and then with the 
mysterious woman who would help me with my future 
career. But at last I did fall asleep, and was rewarded 
with a lovely dream of being kidnapped by 
many-tentacled alien monsters and subjected to 
exquisite experiments in their space-ship laboratory.

The next morning my excitement made up for my lack of 
sleep. After I had cleared away breakfast and Reina had 
made some phone calls, we set off for the Akasaka 
district again where Bob Williams had an apartment. On 
Reina's instructions I was wearing the simple floral 
dress from the previous day.

"Nothing at all underneath, I suppose?" I asked, trying 
to sound casual.

"That's right. You're learning fast!" she replied with 
a smile.

"Do you know what I'd really like to do? Put on a pair 
of nipple-clamps. That would be so nice and 
stimulating."

"Why not? Good idea. He'd like that."

From where I had hidden them I quickly found the little 
pair of metal sheaths, nothing more than wide rings of 
steel to slide over the nipples and held in place by 
the tiny screw underneath which could be adjusted so 
that the pretty instruments gripped as tightly as I 
desired.

"Ooh, yes! Lovely!" I said, as I slipped the little 
decorations over my erect nipples and twisted the 
mechanisms till my sensitive breasts felt as if they 
were on fire and a warm glow spread all through me. 
"Wouldn't it be lovely to wear nothing else?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" said Reina with a laugh. "Lovely for 
you and lovely for everyone who saw you. At a party, or 
a photo-shoot, or in a video. But no, not on the subway 
or in the street."

"But I'm sure I've seen shots of girls nude in public," 
I said doubtfully.

"Oh yes. There's a flourishing little sub-genre of the 
sex-video industry. _Roshutsu_, they call it. Going out 
nude. Short videos of girls walking around nude in busy 
streets, or lifting their skirts to show that they're 
nude underneath. You know, flashing shots."

"I'd _love_ to do that! Mayn't I? Have you ever done 
it?"

"No, I haven't. But girls I've met in the industry 
who've done it say it gives you a rush like nothing 
else. It requires a lot of organising, though. 
Protection. Watching out for the police and so on."

"So why couldn't I ..."

"You must understand," said Reina becoming serious, 
"that our industry is very ... what's the word ... 
compartmentalised. If a girl becomes known for making a 
particular kind of video, then she may get a lot of 
work doing that, but then it's difficult to persuade 
the studios to take her on for other things."

"Oh, yes - I remember you telling me your studio didn't 
want you to make _sadisu-chan_ scenes. Because then it 
would be difficult to do other things."

"That's right. It wasn't that I didn't want to, or 
didn't enjoy it - it was just that they didn't want me 
stuck in a particular niche. And nor did I. If you're 
to have a career in the adult video industry, we'll 
have to plan very carefully what you do first and how 
you progress through the different genres."

"Do you really think I can have a career like that?" I 
asked, my heart beating fast.

"Of course! That's what I keep trying to tell you. I've 
been watching you all this time we've been together. 
You're a natural for it. But we mustn't waste you. I 
hope Kato-san - the lady you're seeing later today - 
will take responsibility for you and guide you."

I stared at her. I could say nothing. It was too much 
to take in. My fingers strayed to my breasts and 
fiddled with the mechanism of my nipple-clamps. Reina 
stopped being serious and laughed again.

"Yes, you do look nice wearing those!" she said. "Here 
- let's improve them a bit."

She fiddled with the oddments she had left lying around 
on my mother's - temporarily her - dressing-table and 
came towards me with something glittering in her 
fingers. She lifted each of my breasts in turn and 
hooked a little chain to the underside of each clamp. I 
turned towards the dressing-table mirror and stooped so 
that I could see what she had done. I now had a pretty 
silver arrow suspended from each breast, swaying sexily 
as I moved but pointing downwards.

"There!" said Reina happily. "Just in case anyone who 
sees you forgets that you have something even nicer to 
offer him lower down. Or her. Not that anyone could 
fail to notice. You have kept your pussy-hair shaved, 
haven't you? Good girl! Now put on your dress and hurry 
along. We mustn't keep people waiting."

==

So it was that I found myself sitting beside her on the 
subway heading for Akasaka Mitsuke station, my knees 
and thighs primly together below my short wide skirt 
and my eyes modestly downcast, but my cunt throbbing 
from the glow spreading from my tightly clamped breasts 
and my mind full of dreams of a life filled with the 
most intricate and sophisticated sexual experiences.

Bob's apartment was in a strange pyramid-shaped block 
down a side-street in Akasaka. From the entrance hall 
we took the elevator to the fourth floor and Reina rang 
the bell beside the only door.

"He has the whole floor?" I asked in an awe-struck 
whisper.

"Two floors," replied Reina. "It's a duplex."

Before I could say anything else the door opened and 
Bob was greeting Reina with a kiss. Then he nodded to 
me and I bowed respectfully.

"It's Sayaka-san isn't it?" he said with a friendly 
smile. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course!"

How could I not remember the man who, with the gentle 
loving strokes of his whip, had given me the key to a 
whole new world of sexual delight?

He led the way into his apartment, down a short 
corridor into the main living-room. It was big and 
comfortably furnished, and looked out down the hill of 
Akasaka through sliding windows along one wall. To one 
side was a broad spiral staircase leading up to the 
floor above. There was a strange noise coming from one 
corner of the room: a sort of strangled sobbing and 
gasping. I turned towards it and saw a naked girl 
sitting on an upright armchair. I looked at Bob in 
surprise.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, speaking to Reina 
rather than to me. "One of my pupils. She's here for a 
sensitivity-raising session. I'd arranged the 
appointment before you phoned. She'll be no trouble, 
and we can hold our discussions while she gets on with 
it."

"Of course," said Reina. "And you are in such demand, 
Bob _sensei_ ..."

"And anyway, I know it sounds silly," he went on, "but 
nowadays I find I like to have a girl here just getting 
on with enjoying herself and, you know, decorating the 
apartment and making mood music. It looks pretty and 
sounds nice, and it stimulates me. I suppose I'm 
getting decadent and perverted in my old age."

Reina kissed him. I continued to gaze in fascination at 
the girl.

"That's one of the things we all love about you, Bob," 
she said. "You get more and more decadent and 
perverted. We can hardly keep up with you. It's a 
hot-chair, is it?"

"Yes. My pupils love their sessions on it. I had it 
made specially - with two dildos, for the arse as well 
as the cunt. They both vibrate and give electrical 
stimulation, of course."

"How long has she been on it?"

"Oh, about an hour so far. It's her first session, so 
two hours should be enough." He slipped an arm round 
Reina's waist and took her over to a comfortable couch 
upholstered in black leather. "I have to be careful," 
he went on as they sat down together. "I used to have 
the chair in my special upstairs room ... you know ..."

"The room you call your torture-chamber," said Reina in 
a soft voice.

"That's right. And one afternoon I had a pupil here 
using the chair ... she was quite experienced and I 
left her on her own while I went to the bedroom to 
shower and change my clothes. And when I came out I was 
so preoccupied with the evening ahead that I forgot all 
about her. I came back very late and was getting ready 
for bed when I suddenly remembered that she was still 
there!"

"And was she all right?"

"Oh yes. When I released her she thanked me very 
prettily and asked why I hadn't let her stay there 
longer!"

As neither of them was paying attention to me I 
wandered over to the corner to look at the girl on her 
chair. She was naked apart from white boots with very 
high silver spike heels and a sort of white leather 
harness over her head and face: straps held a white 
ball-gag firmly in her mouth and buckled round the back 
of her head, while other straps passed on either side 
of her nose, joined on her forehead and led over the 
top of her head to the back of her neck. Other white 
leather straps bound her wrists and ankles tightly to 
the chair's arms and legs. From behind her ball-gag she 
was able to let out only stifled moans and gasps, and 
the humming of the mechanism on which she was doubly 
impaled could be heard clearly.

Bob had finished talking to Reina and came across to 
join me. He looked down affectionately at the bound 
girl, but her eyes did not react: she seemed lost in a 
world of her own.

"I think she's enjoying herself, don't you?" he said.

"Oh yes, I'm sure she is! But what is it all doing to 
her?"

"There are dildos in her cunt and arse, of course, 
vibrating, thrusting in and out, and giving her random 
electrical stimulation."

"M'm, nice! How long do you plan to keep her here?"

He took me aside and spoke softly so that the girl 
could not hear.

"Well, as I was telling Reina this is her first 
experience of the hot-chair so I think two hours should 
be enough. She's had one hour already. But part of the 
pleasure of imprisoning a girl on the hot-chair is that 
I don't tell her how long I plan to keep her there. She 
has no idea how long the stimulation will last. All she 
can do is try to tolerate it with no hope of release. 
Nice for her, don't you think?" He took me by the waist 
and we moved back towards the chair. "It's time to make 
some adjustments. We don't want her to get used to it, 
do we?"

He picked up a clean cloth from a little table and 
carefully wiped the saliva and sweat from her face. 
Then he slowly adjusted some controls at the back of 
the chair. The girl's body stiffened and she flung her 
head back, letting out a strangled scream. I could hear 
the humming of the mechanism increase and the random 
pulsation was now more distinct. She wriggled on her 
seat as much as her tight bonds would allow: was she 
trying to get away from the maddening dildos or 
snuggling down onto them even more firmly? Both at 
once, perhaps.

"She has very pretty breasts, don't you think? As well 
as everything else."

She certainly had: not quite as big as mine, perhaps, I 
thought with a touch of satisfaction but firm and 
round, the hard erect nipples betraying the way the 
tormenting mechanisms in her lower love-holes were 
arousing her.

"I've deliberately left them alone so far," he said. "I 
don't want her to have everything at once. But ..."

He picked up a whip with broad strips of white leather 
dangling from its handle. He measured his distance 
carefully, then began to lash the girl's breasts, 
slowly so that she had time to appreciate each stroke 
before the next followed it. She seemed to push her 
chest forward as if welcoming each one and longing for 
the next. Using a white whip on a girl restrained with 
white straps was very elegant, I thought. After ten or 
a dozen strokes he put down the whip and began to 
fondle her gently.

"Yes, I think she enjoyed that," he said. "So now it's 
time for something more, well, interesting."

He reached behind the chair and pulled out two metal 
clips on the ends of wires. He carefully attached the 
clips to her nipples, and when he was satisfied that 
they were tight enough adjusted more controls on the 
chair-back. The girl's body stiffened again and the 
moaning from behind the ball-gag became more intense.

"Electrical stimulation, you see," he explained, "the 
voltage fluctuating randomly and of course each breast 
on a different cycle from what is happening to her cunt 
and arse. And no way she can escape it. Well, that 
should keep her happy for a while."

"Yes," I murmured, and then, almost silently, "lucky 
girl!"

"Would you like to try it some time?" asked Bob with a 
kindly smile.

"Ooh yes - may I really?"

"Of course! We'll make an appointment for you."

He looked again at the bound girl, and reached out to 
pat her cheek where the harness left it open to his 
touch.

"She's just sixteen," he said. "Her name is Chisa. She 
was dancing at a strip-club and dreaming of a career in 
the sex industry. Like so many girls! You too, I 
guess?" I blushed and nodded. "It was just one of those 
ordinary clubs where they announce Amateur Night if 
they see a girl in the audience so she can get up and 
show what she can do. And when she's nude and 
thoroughly aroused they let her choose someone to have 
her. I expect you go to places like that?" I said 
nothing, and after a moment he went straight on with 
his story. "Then one night a man came into the Club and 
spotted her. He's rich and can afford to keep several 
girls for his private use. I guess he rents them out to 
friends when he doesn't need them. Anyway, he tried her 
out - of course she had the sense to choose him as her 
lover when she'd had enough of dancing nude on her own. 
He liked her, and offered to add her to his stable if 
she could ... you know ... increase her stamina - keep 
going longer - and expand her repertoire. He has some 
very special tastes, you see. Of course in Japan a man 
can easily find girls who will gladly participate in 
_any_ kind of sex, the more unusual the better, if he 
knows where to look and can afford to pay them. But 
Chisa-san's Master prefers his girls to be young and 
innocent. He likes to feel he is debauching them when 
he makes them submit to his ... er ... specialisms. It 
pleases him if they are frightened and, you know, upset 
by what he does to them, and only gradually come to enjoy 
it and want it. So the girls have to learn the things he 
likes, and _then_ pretend to be too innocent to know what 
they are. Do you follow?"

"Oh yes! It sounds fun."

"So a friend advised her to apply to me and I'm 
training her."

"How wonderful!"

"Yes, it is. For both of us. Of course he'll get tired 
of her after a while. As she gets older and loses her 
innocence."

"Her _apparent_ innocence," I suggested.

"That's right! I knew you'd understand. But with what 
she'll have learnt from him - and me - she'll be sure 
to land work in high-class establishments and studios."

I said nothing but my face must have showed how much I 
envied her and longed for the same opportunities.

"Now, you've come here for some training too, haven't 
you? Reina-san said you need to learn about bondage."

Again I blushed and nodded.

"Come over to the middle of the room, then, and take 
your dress off."

Once I was nude he made me turn round and pose in 
different positions. He stepped close to me and flicked 
the little decorations screwed to my breasts.

"Very pretty. You like wearing them? Yes, I see you 
do," he added as he adjusted them even tighter and 
observed my reaction. "Well, leave them on for the 
moment if they please you! Now, where did I ..."

He hunted in a drawer and produced a rope. He held it 
in front of me. It was doubled with a big loop at one 
end, loose ends at the other and several knots along 
its length. It was coarse, well-used brown hempen rope, 
not plastic.

"We'll start with something very straightforward. Now, 
I want you to watch carefully what I do and learn to do 
it yourself. It's a good bondage creation to start a 
session with: shows your lover that you enjoy being 
roped up and invites him to do other more restrictive 
things to you. Lots of girls get pleasure from wearing 
it. You'd be surprised how many girls you see around, 
looking like innocent little virgins, are actually 
wearing a rope like this under their clothes instead of 
a bra and panties."

He placed the big loop over my head, then pulled the 
double rope down my body, between my legs and up my 
back till he could tuck it through the loop behind my 
neck. There were three big knots down my front - one 
above my breasts, one below them and one at my navel - 
and two more which nestled delightfully in my cunt and 
arsehole. Suddenly I felt him bring the two ends of the 
rope round under my armpits and through the space 
between the first and second knots. He pulled them 
tight and twisted them round the double rope along my 
back. Then he did the same with the space between the 
second and third knots, pulled the rope tight and 
twisted the ends through the rope at my back again. 
Finally what was left of the two ends was tied firmly 
round my waist and finished in a bow at my front.

The result felt lovely. The coarse yet flexible rope 
kissed my skin and imprisoned my breasts beautifully. 
Best of all, as the ropes tightened with each turn 
round my body, the knots at my cunt and arsehole 
pressed ever more firmly into the places they were 
designed to fit. Mr Williams encouraged me to walk up 
and down the room and with every step my lower 
love-holes felt as if they were being probed by the 
fingers of an expert lover. No wonder girls secretly 
wore ropes like these under their clothes! The only 
surprise was that they somehow managed not to give 
themselves away by constantly coming in public.

"How does it feel?" asked Bob.

"Wonderful!" I gasped. "I never want to take it off! 
Can I really wear it under my clothes - in the street, 
everywhere?"

"Of course! That rope's a present for you. It fits you 
just right and you'll soon learn how to put it on as 
quickly as you put on your bra and panties. If you 
_wear_ bra and panties, that is," he added with a 
little laugh. "Watch the girls you pass in the street 
or sit opposite in the subway, and you'll soon learn to 
tell which of them are secretly wearing ropes like 
that. Now that you've learned to wear one yourself, 
you'll recognise the sort of special glow it gives a 
girl. It's a style of rope bondage called _karada_, by 
the way. I guess it's an abbreviation for 
_karada-doresu_ or body-dress."

"I suppose so," I said vaguely. "How do girls manage 
not to come, wearing this? I'm sure I will. All the 
time."

"You have to learn to control yourself. Hold back from 
the brink. Most girls find it adds to the pleasure. 
Teasing yourself like that. Then when you meet your 
lover the first fuck is even more tremendous. And of 
course seeing you nude in your secret bondage ropes 
excites him and gives him ideas for even nicer ways of 
tying you up."

I said nothing, but I was sure he could tell from the 
way my heart was beating and my eyes were sparkling 
that I was longing to excite a lover like that.

"So now you know about the B of BDSM. Bondage. BD 
stands for Bondage and Discipline. DS stands for 
Domination and Submission. Discipline, Submission: 
being tied up, restrained, punished, gladly doing 
whatever your Master demands. And of course you know 
what SM is: sado-masochism. The joy of giving pain and 
receiving it. Named after two of the greatest 
benefactors of mankind - and womankind - who ever 
lived. Never mind all the religious thinkers and 
political leaders: give thanks to the Marquis de Sade 
and Ritter von Sacher-Masoch."

Reina, who had been sitting silent on the black leather 
couch during all this, suddenly laughed.

"Bob is an expert on historical pornography as well as 
everything else," she said. "He knows all about what 
our ancestors wrote about sex."

"My ancestors too - westerners," Bob interrupted. "They 
weren't as clever and ingenious as yours, or the 
ancient Chinese, about sexual pleasure. But they knew a 
few things all the same."

"I must say Bob sometimes has lovely ideas from his 
reading about how we can pleasure each other," Reina 
went on. "But personally, I prefer doing it to reading 
about it. I guess most people do, and always did."

"Well, yes," said Bob, "I'm sure men were whipping 
girls and tying them up, and girls were begging for it, 
ages before de Sade and von Sacher-Masoch came along 
and described it so beautifully."

"I don't think," I said shyly, "I'm really a masochist. 
I was discussing it with Reina-san. Masochists enjoy 
pain, don't they? But I'm not like that. I mean, I 
don't feel it as pain. When you ..." I looked up at him 
anxiously, but knowing that I was flirting with him too 
"... taught me to enjoy the whip that day we first met, 
it certainly wasn't pain. It was like being kissed and 
stroked by the most gentle and loving partner. And it's 
always like that."

"You've been whipped since then, have you?"

"Oh yes," I said coyly. "But it's never been quite as 
beautiful as when you did it."

"Well, I'd better do it some more then, hadn't I? We 
have a little time before Kato-san arrives." He thought 
for a moment. "It's interesting, what you just said. I 
think I'm a sadist all right, but I don't want to hurt 
girls just for the sake of hurting them. One of my 
greatest pleasures is watching girls come. And I whip 
Japanese girls because they love it so much, and come 
so beautifully when I do it to them. So let's go to my 
secret room and then you can show me how nicely you can 
come for me."

He slipped an arm round my waist and guided me to the 
curving open-tread staircase which led to the upper 
floor of his apartment. Reina glanced at the girl on 
the hot-seat who was groaning in ecstatic agony as the 
increased settings of the apparatus tormenting her 
drove her helplessly into her private paradise. 
Deciding that she was safe on her own for a while, she 
followed us. We turned right on reaching the upper 
corridor and came to a door with a push button lock. 
Bob entered the code and the door swung open. He 
pressed switches and the windowless room lit up. I 
looked around in surprise: there were vertical metal 
bars in the centre and I could see a red X-shaped frame 
from floor to ceiling against the back wall. There was 
a comfortable black-leather armchair and a narrow couch 
against one corner.

"Don't be frightened," said Mr Williams.

Despite his words, I knew it would please and stimulate 
him if I showed that I _was_ a little frightened. I was 
sure he shared the tastes of the wealthy man who was 
buying little Chisa downstairs. I hoped he did, anyway. 
I made myself tremble slightly. His arm tightened 
protectively round me.

"I'm ... I'm not," I said hesitantly. "Frightened, I 
mean. Not really." I shivered again. "It's just that I 
... don't know what to expect ..."

"Don't worry! I told you: I won't hurt you - more than 
you want to be hurt, that is. Stand in the middle 
there."

I obeyed. He went over to a closet which I had not 
previously noticed and returned with something in 
glittering metal.

"Hold out your hands."

The thing he was holding turned out to be a pair of 
handcuffs which he quickly fastened round my wrists. He 
picked up a remote control like that used for a TV set 
- except that there was no TV set - from the arm of the 
leather chair and pressed a button. With a humming 
noise a hook on the end of a chain descended from the 
ceiling and dangled in front of me. Mr Williams 
arranged the short chain of my cuffs over the hook and 
it began to rise again, stopping only when my hands 
were as far above my head as they comfortably could be 
and I was stretched tightly, my heels only just in 
contact with the floor.

"Very nice," he said, and returned to the closet in the 
corner. "Now, I think you will enjoy this."

He showed me a long whip of many strands made from thin 
cord. He ran them through his fingers in front of my 
face, pointing out the tight knots tied in each lash. I 
already had experience of whips like that, of course, 
but tried to look as if it were new to me.

"Will it ... will it hurt?" I whispered, as if barely 
able to speak.

"He will kiss you beautifully," he continued, not 
answering my question directly. "He will love you and 
you will love him."

"Yes," I whispered. "He will, when _you_ use him. And I 
will, I will ... try to bear it," I added, making 
myself shiver fearfully again.

He smiled and patted my cheek with his free hand. Yes, 
my pretence of fear at what was to be done to me was 
stimulating him just as I had hoped.

"I shan't gag you, he said. "I like to hear a girl 
scream, beg, whatever. And of course this room is 
sound-proofed."

"May I keep my nipple-clamps on?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes. That type won't injure you, even under the whip. 
But I think we'd better take off the little chains. 
Just to be safe. Help me, will you, Reina-san?"

Together they removed the tiny metal arrows dangling 
from my clamps. Bob moved behind me and I heard the 
whip's long lashes rustling sexily as they uncoiled and 
fell to the floor. Then he lifted them and for the 
first time they embraced me, lightly, and oh so 
lovingly.

"Ahhh ... oh, lovely ..." I gasped as the wonderful 
tender kiss on my sensitive bottom overwhelmed me.

And it began. Rhythmically, steadily the lashes wrapped 
themselves round my hips, kissed me with increasing 
passion, fell to the floor and rose again. I swayed 
from side to side, the rough embrace of the rope and 
its teasing knots pressing greedily into my love-holes 
adding to my joy. Yes, there could be nothing more 
glorious than this: to be bound, to be helpless, to be 
made love to by this wonderful instrument, wielded by a 
man who was enslaved by my tantalisingly vulnerable 
nudity.

"Oh, I love you, I love you - more ... more ..." I 
begged.

I didn't know whether I was professing love for the 
whip, for my bondage rope and handcuffs, or for Mr 
Williams. All of them at once, I suppose. Then the 
whipping stopped, but only for a moment. Before I could 
protest, he was standing in front of me, raising the 
lovely whip and preparing it to kiss my breasts and 
tummy. Oh, how beautiful it was, wrapping itself round 
me as I looked down and watched it at work! And how 
exquisite it felt, the kiss of the knotted lashes 
blending with the fire from my nipple-clamps! I wanted 
it never to stop. I wanted to live for ever in this 
heaven of loving sensation.

Suddenly I became aware of a red light flashing on the 
wall. The whip's embraces faltered and stopped.

"That's the front door," I heard Mr Williams say. "Must 
be Kato-san. Would you mind going, Reina? I'll prepare 
Sayaka-chan."

So near to heaven, and yet it was all over already! Mr 
Williams lowered the hook from the ceiling, freed me 
from the cuffs and passed me a cloth with which to wipe 
my face and body. Then he led me out of the secret room 
where I had been so happy and down the stairs again.

In the living-room an elegant lady in a short-skirted 
business suit and efficient-looking black heels was 
talking to Reina. They were discussing the girl who was 
still bound to the hot-seat.

"Oh, yes - I heard about her," the elegant lady was 
saying. "She's been chosen to be one of ---'s girls, 
hasn't she?"

She mentioned a name even I had heard of, that of a man 
who had made a fortune from owning television channels 
and had been elected to the House of Councillors the 
previous year. There had been some critical comment, I 
now remembered, about a very rich man having apparently 
managed to buy votes despite the strict rules limiting 
campaigning expenses, but I hadn't paid much attention. 
After all, celebrities often got themselves elected to 
the Upper House of the Diet and seemed to add some 
colour to the otherwise drab world of Japanese 
politics.

"Yes, that's right," said Reina. "Lucky girl, don't you 
think? She happened to catch his eye at a strip-club 
and has the inexperienced, innocent look he likes. Bob 
is giving her some sensitivity training."

"That's right," said Bob, abandoning me and joining the 
group. "She has a lot to learn but she's doing well. 
Would you like me to take her gag out? Then we could 
hear her scream and beg for mercy. She does it very 
prettily."

"Better not," said the visitor. "We have some business 
to discuss."

"Of course, I'm just teaching her the basics," Bob went 
on. "How to make her orgasms last ... how to beg for 
mercy in a way that guarantees she won't get it - you 
know the sort of thing. Some other experts have been 
brought in to teach her the very special sexual 
practices her new master specialises in."

"And then teach her how to look as if she knows nothing 
about them," added Reina with a laugh. "That's what he 
likes, isn't it, and is prepared to pay for: a 
completely innocent girl whom he can introduce to some 
very _un_innocent sex."

"While she begs him prettily to spare her. But you 
remember the fuss there was," said the visitor, "when 
one of his girls was so frightened and upset when she 
discovered what he wanted to do to her - what she was 
expected to do to him - that she ran away. It cost him 
a lot to hush that up. So now his girls have to be 
specially trained to look and act innocent and let him 
feel that he's introducing them to things they never 
dreamt of but soon come to love."

"That's very Japanese, don't you think?" put in Mr 
Williams. "Pretending so realistically that the 
pretence becomes the real thing."

"Do you think so?" said Reina vaguely. "But they last 
only six months or so. Then he gets tired of them. He 
can see they aren't innocent any more."

"And that's where Mr Otani and I come in," said the 
lady. "They're often just right for us. They've learned 
to act, and when they come to us all that training 
isn't wasted. Still, you didn't ask me here to discuss 
_her_ future." She turned towards me and I bowed 
respectfully. It seemed strange to be greeting this 
elegant stranger wearing nothing but my nipple-clamps, 
silver high-heels and a rope tied tightly round my 
body, but she did not appear to find it odd so I did my 
best to act naturally.

"My name is Megumi Kato," she said. And you are ...?"

"I am Sayaka," I replied shyly.

"Of course. Come and sit here."

She patted the big black couch beside her and we sat 
side-by-side. I took up a respectful posture, knees 
together, turned towards her, but I was very conscious 
of the arousing feel of the leather against my 
well-whipped bottom and thighs.

"So, Sayaka-san, you are hoping for a career in the sex 
industry."

"Well, yes ... that is ... it's not so much a career 
..."

"Oh? And what do you want to do then?"

She smiled encouragingly so I went on as best I could.

"I mean ... what I want - what I've wanted for _ever_ 
so long - is lots and lots of sex." I could feel I was 
blushing foolishly, but at last I had got it out. "It 
seems to be - it _is_ - the most important thing in my 
life. I think about it, dream about it all the time. 
Ever since I, you know ... And my cousin Reina has been 
so kind and helpful. And she thought ... I thought ..."

"You could get all the sex you wanted working as a nude 
model and JAV actress. Well, that's true enough. When 
was your first time?"

"I was thirteen," I said, looking down and blushing 
again.

"A very good age to start. It became the most important 
thing in your life right from that moment?"

"I ... er ... I enjoyed it of course and wanted to do 
it again. And I soon found that the more I did it the 
more I wanted to do it. _Had_ to do it. It's been like 
that for me, more and more, ever since."

I had never spoken so openly with anyone about my 
sexual desires - not even with Reina. But somehow this 
woman made me want to tell her everything. She smiled 
at me again - oh, so charmingly. There was something 
maternal about her - but I had never been able to speak 
so frankly to my real mother.

"Well, that's a very nice and natural desire to feel. 
And I'm sure you get plenty, a pretty girl like you." 
She looked at me approvingly. "How old are you now?"

"Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in September."

"And what experience have you had?"

"Well, mainly with other girls after school. And then 
with some of the boys. But since Reina became my 
friend," I went on with increasing confidence, "she's 
taken me to places where I've done some stripping and 
nude dancing. For an audience. That was _lovely_. And 
we went together to a park one Sunday and picked up 
some young men and had sex in the open air. That was 
_fantastic_. And then a school-friend and I went out 
together and a group of men took us and ... and ..."

"Gang-raped you?"

"Is that what it's called? Yes, on a pedestrian 
overpass with people watching."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh, _yes_!"

"And what has Bob been teaching you?"

She looked round at him with an affectionate smile. I 
was not then experienced in other people's 
relationships, but it suddenly occurred to me that the 
elegant lady and the handsome _gaijin_ must have been 
lovers. Perhaps still were.

"Mr Williams was the first man who ever whipped me," I 
said shyly. "And today he taught me about ropes ..."

My hands strayed of their own accord to the _karada_, 
as he had called it, embracing me.

"Well, Sayaka," said Kato-san in a more businesslike 
voice, "let me explain. I run a studio which makes JAV, 
sex videos. Together with Mr Otani, who is also my 
husband. It's called Marucho. Perhaps you've heard of 
it?" My blank face must have made it obvious that I had 
not. "Never mind, you have now. I began like you: a 
girl who could never get enough sex, and when I was 
eighteen I started work acting in sex videos for the 
company I now run. And because I was a young sex 
actress myself I take a special interest in the new 
girls starting in the profession."

I nodded. It felt as if my dreams were coming true. As 
I had admitted to Kato-san, I had never given more 
thought to my future than wanting it to contain as much 
sex as possible. Even though Reina had spoken to me a 
lot about the idea of making use of my love of sex to 
build a career in the sex industry, I had not really 
thought about it in practical terms. But looking at 
this wonderful woman - so beautiful, so assured, so 
experienced - I decided in that moment that working for 
her company - for _her_ - was what I wanted to do with 
myself. The sex would be frequent and varied and 
wonderful: I was sure of that. But above all I would be 
doing it for her. I would be her pupil, her _deshi_ or 
disciple. For the first time in my life I had found a 
hero, a role-model, whom I could admire and worship. I 
pulled myself together and made an effort to 
concentrate on what she was saying.

"Since Mr Otani and I took over the company we've 
expanded it into new areas. Sex videos are still our 
core business, but we now work with associate companies 
- photographic studios whose work we market, strip-club 
chains for whom we supply girls from our stable of 
young actresses, even agencies recruiting young 
call-girls to go on dates with their clients. They send 
their best girls on to us when they're old enough and 
have learned all they can in the 'assisted dating' 
business."

"But I'm doing that!" I interrupted, startled. "_Enjo 
kosai_. Assisted dating. That is ..." I added, 
confusedly, "... I will be doing it. Very soon."

"I'm delighted to hear it," said Kato-san with a kindly 
smile. "It's the best way for a young girl like you to 
learn about the sex trade. Then when you're sixteen, 
and if you work hard and do well, we can think about 
some photo-shoots with one of our associate studios. 
Just gravure[18] glamour at first: bikini shots and so 
on, then a few _te-bura_[19], then properly topless, 
finally building up to shoots with full nudity. 
_Hea-nuudo_ of course - at least that battle for 
freedom has been won."

"It sounds wonderful," I said. "Will you really help me 
to do all that?"

"Of course! If you work hard and deserve it. It's a 
matter of building up a fan-base, you see. People will 
have seen your stills, building up to your nude shots, 
in magazines and on the net. Some will have caught your 
act at strip-clubs, or read about you. There'll be 
rather coy interviews with you, in which you'll 
describe your feelings in posing for the camera or 
stripping on stage, and be all shy about the suggestion 
that you might go further. My studio will handle all 
that. We know how to titillate your fans with hints of 
a first real sex video on the way. We'll have them 
longing to see it. They'll be writing you fan-mail, 
begging you to let them see you fucking."

I was overwhelmed. I felt as if someone was making love 
to me, stroking me, kissing me, preparing for the 
wonderful moment when he would take me to heaven with 
his whip and his cock ...

"Will it be ... will I be tied up, whipped?" I asked 
anxiously.

"Ah, you love that, don't you? I understand. So did I 
when I started! Still do ... Well, once again, 
gradually. We start with a shy eager girl keen to make 
love. Masturbating. That sort of thing. Then perhaps a 
video with a _little_ bondage. A harness when making love, 
cuffs, some gentle spanking. And at last we make the big 
breakthrough. You see, the industry is very fragmented."

"Yes," I said shyly. "Reina warned me about that."

"Girls are easily stuck in particular niches. If you 
specialise in BDSM you tend to stay there. It's the 
same with censorship. That wretched mosaic. I'd love to 
show you without it, but we may have to start that way. 
Then we respond to your fans, give way to their desire 
to see you fully nude. Plenty of publicity when you 
transfer to a studio specialising in uncensored movies 
- which just happens to be one of my companies. More 
coy interviews about how your fans want you to do it, 
and you long to meet their wishes, but are worried 
they'll be disappointed ... You see?"

I nodded. It was all a bit too much to take in at once. 
But there was one point I had to explain, even if it 
made me seem immodest and pushy.

"I do want ... I know it may not be possible from the 
start ... but I do want to do uncensored movies. And 
lots and lots of bondage and whipping scenes."

She smiled and nodded.

"That's good. But I'm glad you see you have to work up 
to it. After all, it's a way of structuring a career - 
making it last. And of course you can do all the 
bondage and torture scenes you want at exclusive 
events, private parties - you know."

I sat back on the leather couch and took a deep breath. 
It all seemed to good to be true.

"When ...?"

"Yes, I know. You want to start at once. So did I, all 
those years ago. But we cannot, we absolutely cannot, 
use you in videos till you're eighteen. All the more so 
because we are expanding our US market and they're very 
strict about it. We have to certify that all our 
actresses are over eighteen."

"But that's years away!"

"That's exactly what I said when I was your age! Or a 
bit older. Do you know, I insisted on having my 
screen-test at Marucho on my eighteenth birthday, so as 
not to waste a single day? But listen. You start now as 
a call-girl with the assisted dating agency. You'll 
enjoy that and it's excellent training. Very, you know, 
varied. Reina-san will look after your finances, 
right?" She looked towards Reina who nodded. "Of course 
lots of girls of your age ignore the law and take the 
money, but if you're going to be a Marucho star we must 
make sure there are no scandals in your background. 
You'll be sixteen in September, you said. So we can 
start you then at photo studios and strip-clubs. Not 
before. Our rivals would love to be able to show that 
our new star had performed sex-acts in public for money 
when she was under-age. And then two years later ..."

"It seems such a long time to wait."

"Don't worry. It will pass quickly enough when you're 
enjoying yourself. And, as I said, there'll be private 
occasions where there are no rules. In fact presenting 
yourself as under-age - exaggerating it, pretending to 
be only fourteen but already in love with bondage and 
so on - is part of your attraction. You'll see."

"Yes," I said, hardly able to speak with such a 
wonderful prospect opening before me.

"Don't worry. I do want to use you. And I can't promise 
anything but you might well become a star. I could see 
at once that you have what I'm looking for. A little on 
the tall side, long legs, slim figure but with good 
breasts and bottom ... yes. Nice long hair - have you 
always worn it long?"

"Well, yes ..."

"Keep it that way. Different girls for different 
companies, and Mr Otani and I control quite a few 
companies, but for our core business Marucho you're the 
type we need. Elegant and yet dripping with sex."

I could hardly speak but managed to murmur my thanks.

"Now I must be going. But there are just two more 
things before I do. First, do your family know what 
you're planning to do and are they happy about it?"

"There's only my mother ..."

"I'll look after that," said Reina. "She'll be all 
right. Leave it to me."

"The other thing is very, very important. Look into my 
eyes. No drugs. I mean it. I won't have any girls in my 
studio - in any of my companies - who take drugs. You 
never have, have you?"

"No, of course not."

"Stay that way. I used not to have to say that. But 
these days, there are drugs around everywhere, even in 
Japan. And especially in our industry. I can't imagine 
why. I'd have thought endless sex in all its varieties 
was such a high in itself no one could possibly need 
anything more. But remember what I said. No second 
chances."

She stood up, straightened her skirt and picked up her 
handbag.

"See Kato-san out, won't you, Sayaka?" said Mr Williams 
casually.

For a moment the idea of opening the front door in my 
state of nudity startled me; but then I remembered: I 
am a nude model and sex performer now, I thought. This 
wonderful woman has accepted me in my new career. I 
ushered her respectfully down the corridor, opened the 
door and accompanied her as she crossed the hallway to 
the elevator. I bowed low as she entered and waited 
till the elevator doors closed before returning to Mr 
Williams's apartment. There was no one else around to 
see me. I felt sorry in a way.

My final task before leaving was to help the others 
liberate Chisa from her bonds. Mr Williams stopped the 
mechanisms of the hot-chair and loosened the straps 
holding her wrists and ankles, while Reina carefully 
unclipped the electrical contacts from her nipples and 
removed the gag and harness. She seemed unable to do 
anything for herself: her eyes were closed and she was 
moaning slightly, lost in a world of her own. Reina and 
I gently wiped her face; then we lifted her inert body 
from the dildos which had been penetrating her, and 
laid her carefully on the leather couch. Mr Williams 
fetched a blanket from upstairs and tucked it gently 
round her.

"Is she all right?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he replied. "More than all right. She'll come 
round, probably tomorrow morning, and then wish she 
hadn't. She'll be begging to go back to where she is 
now. Wherever that is."

I walked over to the chair she had occupied. The big 
dildos were beautifully modelled in stiff but flexible 
translucent plastic. I longed to feel them inside me. 
The thick one was just like a real cock, and was at 
present slippery with the love-juice its ceaseless 
vibration had produced from Chisa's cunt. The narrower 
one for the arsehole intrigued me: rather than being in 
the form of a slim cock or a finger as I had expected, 
it consisted of half-a-dozen round balls fixed to a 
long probe. I felt a pleasant tickle in my own arsehole 
as I took in what it might mean to have those balls 
push their way one by one past my anus.

"May I really try it one day?" I asked shyly.

"Of course. I promised to let you know when I have an 
appointment free for you. One day," he went on, "when I 
get rich, I'll buy several of these chairs. Wouldn't it 
be lovely to have a whole row of them, permanently 
occupied by a series of delightful girls all squealing 
in orgasm!"

"May I ask you a question?" I asked after a moment.

"Of course."

"When you said that man's girls had to be trained to 
enjoy very specialised sex, and then had to learn to 
behave as if they _didn't_ enjoy it or know about it, 
what exactly did you mean?"

"Oh," said Reina, joining us, "it's like when you're 
being whipped, and instead of saying what you really 
want, you know, 'Please whip me more! Whip me harder!' 
you beg him to stop, not to hurt you, and scream that 
you can't bear it."

"Yes, I see," I said. "But if you do that isn't there a 
risk that he _would_ stop?"

"On the contrary," said Mr Williams. "Nothing pleases a 
man more, or inspires him to greater efforts with the 
whip, than hearing his girl pleading for mercy and 
begging him not to hurt her. That way he has much more 
fun. And so does she."

"Of course he knows she is pretending," said Reina, 
"and knows she actually wants him to whip her more. But 
she pretends very realistically."

"Very Japanese. Like I said," said Mr Williams.

"And it's the same with Chisa-san and her Master," said 
Reina. "By the time she comes to him, she will be 
expert at the kinky, depraved sex acts he wants her to 
perform, and will thoroughly enjoy them. But she will 
act the part of an innocent little virgin who knows 
nothing about these things, and will be horrified and 
beg for mercy when she discovers what he will force her 
to do. _Much_ more fun for him - and for her." She 
looked at me anxiously. "You _do_ understand that, 
don't you?"

"Of course. But please tell me: what are the special 
things he likes to do to his girls?"

She patted me kindly on the cheek.

"Ah, that's another lesson for another day."


FOOTNOTES

[18] "Gravure", which originally referred simply to a 
printing technique, has been adopted by the Japanese 
sex industry as the term for non-nude shots of pretty 
girls. - B W

[19] Te-bura, literally "hand bra", is the term for 
topless shots of young girls coyly hiding their breasts 
with their hands. - B W


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