Learning_About_Myself.16

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/16
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 16

CHAPTER XVI

I Prepare for a Party

"Well, dearie, it sounds to me as if you had a very 
worthwhile evening," said my new friend 
Matsumoto-san. "Have some more tea. After all, being 
paid for sex is good, but it's even better when it's 
fun as well. Don't you agree?"

"Oh yes! Of course I do!" I replied eagerly. "It's 
more than just fun. It's ... oh, I can't describe 
what it means to me. Sex is the most wonderful thing 
there is. There _couldn't_ be anything more 
wonderful. I understood that the very first time a 
boy gave me his cock to stroke, and it was so 
beautiful I just had to kiss it, and then it slipped 
into my mouth as if it belonged there, the most 
natural thing in the world ... and then ..."

"And then he came?"

"Yes! It was the first time anyone had done that to 
me but I knew - I just _knew_ - I wanted it to happen 
to me again and again. And then all the other 
wonderful things ..."

Matsumoto-san was such a sympathetic person I felt I 
could tell her all about my sexual experiences 
without embarrassment. She had time for me, that was 
her secret, I suddenly thought. Not like my mother, 
who was always so busy ... not that that was her 
fault, of course. An elderly woman who took a 
maternal interest in me but _wasn't_ my mother, so I 
didn't have to feel awkward about speaking frankly to 
her ... The moment I had arrived at her untidy studio 
to return the beautiful clothes she had lent me, she 
urged me with her jolly laugh to give her a full 
account of everything Ken and I had done to each 
other the previous evening. "It's the only pleasure I 
have these days, hearing what you pretty little sluts 
get up to on your dates," she had said. "And don't 
forget, if you want a really fun evening with plenty 
of sex, dress the way Matsumoto tells you to dress." 
And now I was telling her quite openly about my first 
schoolboy lovers in the school gymnasium all that 
time ago.

"Nice for you, dear," she said. "How old were you?"

"Thirteen," I admitted with a little blush.

"A very nice age to start," she replied with an 
encouraging smile. "How long did it take you before 
you began to enjoy the taste?"

"Well, a little while," I said. "The first time it 
happened I was so surprised I didn't really know what 
I was supposed to do with it. I mean, I knew in 
theory about cum and all that, but it was so sudden 
... the way it burst along his cock and flooded into 
my mouth - it was wonderfully exciting, of course, 
but all so new to me! I hardly even remember 
swallowing it, though I suppose I did. The thing I 
remember best is him holding me and cuddling me and 
thanking me and saying how fantastic I was."

"But then?"

"Of course I wanted to do it again as soon as I could 
and learn to do it better. And, yes, I did like the 
taste. But best of all was controlling it - making 
his cock grow, taking it into my mouth slowly, and 
being the one who decided when he would be allowed to 
come. When I wanted to encourage him I would tickle 
his balls with one hand and stroke his buttocks with 
the other, and if he let me I would slip my longest 
finger into his anus. He could never resist that! 
Sometimes he would grab my head and crush my face 
against him and thrust his cock down my throat. That 
was _so_ exciting! But even then I was the one in 
charge."

"That's right, dearie! Never forget that!"

"Of course they like to think they are in charge," I 
said with a giggle.

"Let them. Let them think it if they want to! We 
girls know better!"

"Yes ... I think I knew that from the very start."

"And I expect before long the boys wanted to explore 
your pretty cunt?"

"Yes, but I had to be careful about that. I knew that 
it might mean ... but now Reina has provided me with, 
you know, pills so I'm free to do what I like." The 
thought of Reina made me bounce eagerly on the couch. 
"She's been _so_ good to me. Thanks to her I 
discovered much more about sex, and more things I 
like doing. She took me to clubs and so on, and 
taught me not to be shy about being nude before an 
audience, and fucking with everyone watching ... 
that's so marvellous, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, dearie: I know, I know."

"And this thing about being in charge: I understand 
it even better now. I am the one who decides to go 
nude. Sometimes the men call out to me and demand 
that I take my panties off and so on, but I do it 
when I'm ready and not before. And all those lovely 
hard, strong cocks waiting for me ... Reina explained 
to me that they are _mine_. I _made_ them. They 
weren't there before I teased the men and was nude 
for them to enjoy looking at. So I can do just what I 
like with them. That's such a wonderful feeling!"

Matsumoto-san just nodded, her smile broader than 
ever.

"And then her friend Mr Williams taught me about 
whips and ropes ... Oh, I've been so lucky!"

"Yes, you've been lucky. Luckier than some girls 
anyway. You've discovered how to use your own 
sexuality the way it's meant to be used. To give 
yourself pleasure - and to give pleasure to other 
people too, of course. That's what a girl's sexuality 
is for."

"Don't all girls discover that?"

"Well, some are slow. Their sexy bodies develop, but 
their understanding of what it all means doesn't keep 
up. Such a shame - such a waste. That's one of the 
things that's good about working in the JAV industry: 
our videos teach girls what their pretty sexuality is 
for and how to use it."

"Yes - I learnt a lot from the video Reina-san let me 
see. How to do things I hadn't thought of doing 
before."

"I'm sure you did. Did Ken Kobayashi tell you about 
his sister Kimiko?"

"Yes. He told me how she became a JAV actress. Do you 
know her? I'd love to meet her!"

"Of course I do. I've dressed her often for her 
videos. Here, have some more tea. She was slow in 
learning about herself, but she's been making up for 
lost time since, the sweet little slut. Specialises 
in BDSM - did he tell you that? You know, being tied 
up and tortured and whipped."

I nodded eagerly.

"She gets a lot of fan-letters," Matsumoto-san went 
on. "From men, of course, telling her how they long 
to whip her themselves. But also from girls who've 
discovered new pleasures from watching her and 
copying what she does. Or has done to her. They're so 
pathetically grateful in their letters. That's so 
sweet and touching, I always think. But then I'm a 
sentimental old woman. Still, our industry does so 
much good. Giving employment to girls, and teaching 
others how to make the most of themselves. The world 
is a much better and happier place now that 
pornography is universally available. Still, you 
haven't come here to talk about that. When's your 
next date?"

"Well, I don't know definitely, yet," I said 
carefully. "I haven't heard anything from my agency. 
But Ken-san ... Mr Kobayashi ... did say he wanted me 
to be his date for a party he's been invited to."

"A sex-party, of course?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

"Aren't you a lucky girl, invited to a sex-party with 
a man like that! You'll have a great time. Has he 
told you what he'd like you to wear?"

"Yes - he said the theme of the party was 'harness' 
and I was to wear that. He assumed I knew what he 
meant, and I was too embarrassed to ask."

"So you've come to ask me! Quite right." She heaved 
herself to her feet and carried the tea-tray back to 
the kitchen. "Girls who wear what Matsumoto tells 
them are never disappointed," she went on, still 
talking as she went. "Help me move that table out of 
the way - that's right - then get your clothes off 
and stand there."

She bustled round the room, hunting in drawers and 
returning with a bundle of what looked like black 
leather straps. I had stepped out of my cropped top 
and miniskirt and placed them neatly on the littered 
couch by the time she returned, and was unhooking my 
bra and slipping off my panties as she wheeled up the 
tall mirror.

I expect you have seen a girl dressed in fetish 
harness often enough - either your own girl or a 
model in pictures from the internet - so I don't have 
to describe the design in detail. Of course then it 
was all new to me and wonderfully exciting! Basically 
harnesses come in two types. One sort has a leather 
or plastic collar round the neck, belts round your 
body above your breasts, below them, and round your 
waist, and then a vertical strap joining them all 
together down your front before passing between your 
legs and up your back. Where the straps cross they 
are joined either with rings or with metal studs. The 
other design of harness has a sort of diamond 
pattern, the main belt looped round the back of the 
your neck then crossing between your breasts and 
being joined by other diagonal straps and ending 
between your legs as before. Both types have buckles 
or other devices at the back to tighten the straps 
and ensure that your body is held smoothly and 
tautly. The big difference is whether the strap 
between your legs covers your crotch, perhaps with a 
modest little leather vee, so that your lovers have 
to undress you before they can fuck you - or does the 
belt divide into two narrow straps which fit snugly 
into the sensitive valleys at the tops of your 
thighs, so that your pussy is, like your breasts and 
your bottom, fully exposed? Of course I like that 
type of harness best: you can be fucked while still 
wearing it, without having to take anything off or 
loosen the strap embracing your crotch, and that 
feels especially lovely. But whichever type you 
choose, wearing a tight harness is enormously 
exciting, especially at a party or in a public place. 
It is just as exciting for your lover, who sees your 
nudity prettily enhanced by the taut straps with 
their hint of bondage and submission, and will repay 
your trouble with some of the best fucking and 
whipping you will ever experience.

As I stood in the middle of the room in just my 
heels, Matsumoto-san dressed me in the different 
harnesses she had selected and tactfully remained 
unusually silent while I admired the beautifully 
provocative image in the tall mirror.

"Would it be all right," I asked shyly, "to wear 
nipple-clamps as well?"

"Of course it would, dearie! You'd look lovely like 
that! And ... no, you don't have a navel stud, do 
you?"

"No. I know what you mean, but I've never had it 
done. I couldn't hide it and my school wouldn't like 
it."

"Never mind. One day, when you've left school. Three 
pretty decorations, matching, dangling from your 
breasts and navel - that would be charming, don't you 
think? Now," she went on without waiting for an 
answer, "girls usually wear black harnesses, which is 
nice, but we want you to stand out and be noticed. 
It'll be your first sex-party, yes? And of course 
your first time in public wearing only a harness. So 
if you take Matsumoto's advice you'll wear white. You 
know, virginal - like a bride on her first night. 
That will titillate your lovers nicely." She bustled 
over to her closets and drawers again. "Or even 
better: look at this lovely silver one!"

With her skilful fingers she quickly removed the 
harness I was wearing and buckled me firmly into the 
one she had found. Of course it divided at my crotch 
leaving my pussy exposed, and the narrow silver 
straps glittered and sparkled in the light. As a 
final touch, she added tiny matching circles to my 
breasts, just big enough to cover my nipples, with 
silver decorations swinging perkily from the tips. 
They weren't really nipple-clamps - the clips holding 
them in place hardly had that much grip - but I could 
see at once how they added to the tempting sexiness 
of my outfit.

"Ohh ... it's _beautiful_!" I said.

"And you do it justice, dearie. Take my advice. Wear 
it. He'll love it. They'll _all_ love it, and you'll 
have a splendid time. Oh, I know - here's a little 
extra something to add to the effect."

She pulled some light chains from a drawer and 
quickly untangled them. Two ends clipped to the 
decorations fixed to my nipples. The chains then 
joined in a leather handle.

"Don't you think it would be fun to be led around the 
party by your lover pulling you along by your 
breasts?" she asked with a fruity laugh. "His 
property, but everyone else lusting for you? Of 
course what you really need is rings piercing your 
nipples. Then you can clip much stronger leads to 
them. And other things."

"Oh, I'd love to ... but I can't, not while I'm still 
at school."

"I know, dearie, I know ... But it's something to 
look forward to, isn't it? Still, there's your 
outfit. Have a lovely time!"

"May I really keep it, till the party? I don't know 
when it will be ..."

"Of course. It's yours. And take the black ones too."

"Oh, but I can't!"

"Yes, you can. They all come from a studio wardrobe. 
They have hundreds. They'll never miss them. In fact 
they expect to lose them - their girls wear them at 
public promotions and they don't stay on long. A 
pretty slut starting in the sex business like you 
needs lots of things of this kind in her closet."

"Thank you! Oh, thank you! You're so good to me!"

"Well, you know what I want in return. A full account 
of everything that you get up to at the party. That's 
the only pleasure I have these days. Now, let me help 
you out of that, and I'll pack them all up for you."

She watched me critically as I pulled on my panties 
and hooked my bra.

"Is that the sort of underwear you usually wear, 
dearie?"

"Well," I said, remembering the exciting and 
revealing costumes I had worn under Reina's guidance, 
"it depends. I wasn't planning to meet anyone today, 
so I didn't think it mattered really."

"It _always_ matters," said Matsumoto-san sternly. 
"You never know when you'll meet someone you want to 
look your best for. Now, I have some things that have 
just come in ... they were sent me by a young woman 
who designs bikinis and hopes I'll encourage my girls 
to wear them. Well, she markets them as bikinis but 
you can wear them just as well at parties or as 
underwear. Have you noticed the sweet little things 
girls are wearing on the beach these days?"

It was a long time since I had been to a beach - it 
wasn't the sort of holiday my mother and I were able 
to take - but I had seen photos in magazines of girls 
showing themselves off in delightfully teasing 
bikinis which hid almost nothing. Of course I didn't 
have such fashionable items in my closet.

"Try this one," she went on, handing me something 
that was little more than a couple of pale pink 
strings. When I sorted them out I saw that they were 
similar to the microbikinis I had worn to dance in at 
the club Reina and I had visited, though the three 
little triangles were even smaller. It took only a 
few moments for Matsumoto-san to tighten the strings 
behind my back and round my waist, while I adjusted 
the tiny scraps of cloth so that they just covered my 
cunt and my nipples. I twisted and turned, admiring 
the effect in the mirror. From the back I looked 
almost nude.

"Lovely!" I said. "It would be so nice to wear it on 
the beach."

"Or under your clothes," she said. "Until you start 
taking your clothes off. Or your lover does. Now, try 
this one. It's rather special."

It was dark red. The top, instead of two little 
triangles, had two rings of cloth which fitted neatly 
over my nipples and were held open by the strings 
tied firmly behind my neck and round my back. The 
lower triangle was minute and felt strangely rough on 
the inside. It only just covered my clitoris, and 
instead of then narrowing to a single band passing 
over my pussy it divided into two strings which 
embraced my cunt and pressed its lips together into a 
provoking pout.

"You need to wear it really tight, dearie," said 
Matsumoto-san, adjusting the little buckle holding 
the back together. "Now try walking in it."

As I did so I felt the little scrap of rough cloth 
which just covered my clitoris rubbing maddeningly 
against it with every step. My mouth fell open with 
astonishment and I gazed at her.

"Nice, isn't it? The designer calls it the _manzuri_ 
strip.[28] It never stops tickling you whenever you 
move. And the two strings pressing your pussy-lips 
together: see how they leave your cunt uncovered but 
make it extra tight for anything trying to enter it. 
Think how nice that will feel for your lovers. And 
for you."

I gazed at myself in the mirror, moving slightly from 
side to side so as to go on enjoying the _manzuri_ 
effect. The upper part of the bikini was adding to my 
feeling of arousal, holding my nipples firmly as they 
peeped pertly through the fabric rings. I considered 
the implications. Wearing this lovely garment under 
my clothes would keep me in a permanent state of 
sexual stimulation, ready - no, eager - to receive 
any man who wanted me. And what a pretty contrast 
between the panting impatience of my dripping cunt 
and the virginal constriction of its pouting lips! I 
already knew what I wanted to do. I would beg 
Matsumoto-san to let me have another bikini the same. 
I would give it to my friend Masumi and we would make 
another expedition to Yoyogi Park together, both 
wearing them under loose minidresses which we had 
only to raise a little ... oh, the endless lust and 
fucking we would enjoy!

"It's wonderful!" I said with obvious sincerity. "I 
have ... I have a friend, a girlfriend, we like to go 
out together, you know ... looking for boys ..."

"Of course! Take a matching one for her. Here - pale 
blue. Will that do? It's the only other one I have in 
the same style - you'd like to be a matching pair, 
wouldn't you? And I must do my duty by the designer 
who sent them. Here's her card. If anyone asks where 
they can buy these, be sure to tell them."

The card showed a woman's name, a business address 
and the words "Beach and Party Wear". I stowed it 
away carefully in the bag with the other garments and 
the underwear I had been wearing: there was no 
question now of taking off the dark red bikini with 
the _manzuri_ strip. Finally I pulled on my cropped 
top, which rubbed pleasantly against my erect nipples 
peeking through the tiny bikini top, and my denim 
miniskirt. Matsumoto-san looked at me approvingly.

"Yes, you'll do, dearie, you'll do," she said. "Just 
as soon as you're old enough to join the industry 
properly. When are you sixteen?"

"Not till September," I said sadly.

"Well, keep up the assisted dating till then. It's 
good practice. And stay in close touch with Reina. 
She'll look after you and see to your training while 
keeping it all legal. As soon as you're sixteen we'll 
see about some official glamour shots for you and 
some proper stripping and sex-club work. You won't be 
able to take money for it, of course - you'll just be 
doing it for the experience till you're eighteen - 
but you're on your way, dearie - you're on your way."

I went to the entrance, clutching my bag of goodies, 
and bowed low in farewell and gratitude. Once 
outside, I walked confidently back towards the 
station, every step generating lovely feelings of 
desire from the tiny strip nestling tightly against 
my clitoris and hidden under my miniskirt. 
Matsumoto-san was right, of course: a girl should 
always expect to be about to meet a lover, even when 
she had no specific plans, and dress so as to be 
ready for him. The gentle but merciless stimulation 
of my clitoris by the clever _manzuri_ strip was 
making my pussy gasp with desire to be entered. Which 
of the men in the carriage looking longingly at my 
legs and bottom would be the first to turn his lust 
into action and take me? I hoped he wouldn't keep me 
waiting long, whoever he was.


FOOTNOTES

[28] _Manzuri_ means literally "ten thousand strokes" 
and refers to what a girl does when she rubs her 
crotch against something - like masturbation but more 
discreet and without using her fingers. - B W


[Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Roido-san's Party]


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