Learning_About_Myself.17

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/17
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 17

CHAPTER XVII

Roido-san's Party

I must get on with my story, because there are 
important things that happened to me which I want so 
much to tell you about. So you must please understand 
that even though I don't mention them all, I had lots 
of lovely sexual experiences similar to the ones I've 
already described. The dating agency kept me busy and I 
enjoyed that, but the men who asked for me were rather 
similar in the things they wanted to do with me. I 
suppose that's not so surprising: they recommended me 
to their friends and their friends had the same sort of 
sexual interests. In my free time I visited Yoyogi Park 
again and other places where young people gathered, on 
my own or with my friend Masumi, and of course that led 
to lovely open-air encounters like the ones I have 
already told you about. The sweet little bikinis 
Matsumoto-san had given me were a great success. 
Sometimes I would modestly strip off my dress and 
pretend to be lying innocently sunning myself on the 
grass in the technically modest but cleverly revealing 
costume, and then be taken completely by surprise when 
young men were inspired by my virtual nakedness to want 
to make love to me. _That_ was fun! It taught me a lot 
about exactly how long I should pretend to resist: 
enough to stimulate a lover's desire nicely, but not so 
much that he might think I was serious and back off. 
That is something every girl should learn early in her 
sexual career if she wants to enjoy turning her rape 
fantasies into reality. And above all there were visits 
with Reina to clubs and bars where she was known and I 
was welcomed as her innocent and inexperienced cousin 
who had of course no idea of the intriguing sexual 
services which it was their business to supply to their 
male customers.

In case you are wondering, yes - I did continue to 
shave my pussy, and the effect that had on my lovers 
was very satisfying. Reina was right: as long as a girl 
is still able to present herself as innocent and 
inexperienced, but burning with desire to learn, she 
should make the most of it.

==

Clinging excitedly to Ken's arm, I danced onto our 
hosts' big lawn one warm evening two weeks later. From 
distant corners of the garden I could hear the pretty 
squeals of girls being whipped and fucked, making me 
already long to share in their happiness. The summer 
evening was still light and I could see couples 
standing together on the grass, murmuring as their 
hands explored each other, or coupling passionately on 
the _futons_ and mats laid out for them. More 
intriguing were the figures I could now make out under 
the trees, girls hanging helpless by their wrists and 
twisting from side to side as their lovers teased them, 
played with them or sent long lashes whistling round 
their nakedness. I was of course wearing the glittering 
silver harness Matsumoto-san had given me, set off by 
matching high-heels and, screwed firmly to my breasts, 
my favourite nipple-clamps from which long decorations 
swung and tinkled. After careful thought I had decided 
not to attach the dog-lead chains to my clamps: that 
was a lovely idea but, as Matsumoto-san had suggested, 
would be more effective as a form of bondage when at 
last I could have my nipples properly pierced and 
fitted with rings. The lips of my shaved pussy pouted 
longingly and - I hoped - provokingly between the tight 
straps of the harness.

Ken had been as good as his word and had booked a whole 
evening and night of my time from my dating agency. I 
had arrived at his apartment punctually, wearing the 
costume he had specified under a light coat. I carried 
no purse: Reina had assured me make-up and other 
feminine requisites would be easily available at our 
hosts' house, and I had pinned my front-door key and a 
little cash for emergencies securely inside a coat 
pocket.

He said he was pleased with my appearance and assured 
me it met the requirements laid down for the evening's 
party. I had hoped he might be inclined for a little 
light whipping and fucking before we left - just to get 
me in the mood for what was to follow - but he was in a 
hurry to leave. One of the limousine cars he rented 
through his apartment block was waiting for us in the 
street. While the discreet driver pretended not to 
notice I slipped off my coat and during the journey 
enjoyed the feel of the expensive leather upholstery 
against my naked bottom and thighs - not to mention 
Ken's attentive stroking and petting of me through the 
gaps in the harness. It was almost as good an appetiser 
for the party as teasing sexual foreplay at his 
apartment would have been.

The party took place in a big house and garden out 
beyond Shibuya. The establishment seemed enormous by 
normal Japanese standards. Ken explained that the 
owner, whose name was Roido-san, was a wealthy foreign 
businessman married to a Japanese lady whom he had met 
long ago while she was a successful actress in adult 
videos in the days when the industry was new and 
expanding fast. Roido-san's business had been 
industrial chemicals, Ken said - at least, I think that 
is what he said, it didn't sound very interesting - but 
he had spotted the growth opportunities of the 
pornography industry and had invested in it heavily. 
His investments had done well, but he had taken care 
not to be greedy, and not to interfere too much in the 
day-to-day running of the studios: in that way he had 
avoided conflict with the powerful syndicates which had 
also spotted that there was money to be made out of the 
sex industry and had moved up from their traditional 
base in the Osaka region to take it over. They, or so 
Ken explained, were content to let him draw a 
reasonable profit from the capital he had invested in 
return for an agreed rake-off for them. In return they 
protected him against newer, greedier syndicates and 
allowed him to enjoy his retirement surrounded by the 
young stars and savouring the varied sexual services 
eagerly provided by even younger girls hoping he could 
give them a start in the industry. Girls like me, I 
thought, as I listened carefully to what Ken had to 
tell me about the inner workings of my profession.

So once we had arrived, and Ken had arranged a time for 
the driver to return and collect us - and the driver 
had promised to look after my coat for me - I was 
presented to a handsome elderly _gaijin_ with a fine 
head of grey hair. At this early stage in the evening 
he was still dressed in open-neck shirt and slacks. I 
bowed respectfully, but he took my hand western-style 
as he welcomed me to his home. Then he drew me towards 
him, kissed me, patted my bottom, looked me over with 
what I hoped was approval, and finally reached down and 
ran a finger gently along the lips of my exposed pussy. 
I gasped with surprise, and with pleasure.

"Very nice, Ken-san," he said. "I congratulate you."

"Thank you, sir," said Ken formally.

I was impressed by the quality of Roido-san's Japanese. 
Of course he had lived in Japan for many years, or so 
Ken had told me, but not many _gaijin_ take the trouble 
to learn our language well.

"You'll let me borrow her later on, will you? After 
you've had her a few times yourself?"

"Of course," said Ken. "I hope you'll like her. She's 
hoping to become, you know, a stripper, an actress ..."

"Are you, now?" said Roido-san, speaking directly to 
me, the fingers of one hand playing with the 
decorations dangling from the little metal sleeves 
fastened to my nipples. "What is your name?"

"I am Hanako, sir," I said.

"And how old are you?"

"I shall be sixteen in September, sir," I said, 
thinking it best to be truthful.

"Well, let's see what we can do. And what _you_ can do, 
of course. Meanwhile, you are welcome. Enjoy the 
party."

"Thank you, sir."

I bowed low again, the decorations swinging and 
tinkling as I did so.

"Those are pretty," said Roido-san as I came vertical 
again. "Nice clamps, too."

"Thank you, sir," I said again. "These are my 
favourites. They grip well without hiding anything. You 
don't mind my wearing them, do you sir?" I added 
anxiously.

There was no earthly reason why he should mind - quite 
the contrary - but I thought it right to defer to his 
opinion and experience.

"Course not. They look great on you. You like wearing 
them?"

"Oh, _yes_, sir! They feel so lovely!"

"Good. Always wear them nice and tight. They're best 
like that, aren't they? A man likes to know his girl is 
enjoying a little pain. Good quality sex involves pain 
as well as pleasure, don't you agree?"

"Yes, sir," said Ken, answering for both of us.

I looked up at Roido-san, tears of happiness making my 
eyes sparkle. Ken took my arm and led me away.

"Well done. He likes you. If he takes you later, do a 
good job and he'll help you."

We walked through the big reception room and out into 
the garden. Most of the girls were wearing sexy 
harnesses like mine, but some were in party dresses. 
Ken explained that Roido-san liked to have a few girls 
at his events who had never been there before, and had 
come expecting a straightforward party rather than an 
evening of nudity and endless sex. It was so sweet, 
said Ken, to watch them begin to understand, and drop 
their inhibitions along with their clothes. And once 
they had discovered the joys of party sex they would, 
of course, be eager to join wholeheartedly in the fun - 
as I was about to do.

"But things haven't started yet," I said teasingly.

"They will soon, darling, they will ..." He took me in 
his arms and kissed me. "Shall we go and choose some 
whips now?" he asked gently.

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears of 
happiness, hardly able to speak.

"Oh," I said at last, "Oh ... you are so good to me!"

We walked back into the house. Beyond the big reception 
room was another room which, Ken explained, was 
normally used for discreet dinner-parties attended by 
our host's wealthy and influential contacts. During and 
after dinner they would receive the very special 
services of some of the most beautiful and skilled 
girls in my profession, given a detailed briefing on 
the sexual requirements of each guest. Ken said that 
Roido-san's carefully guarded database of the 
preferences and tastes of powerful men in Japan was one 
of the ways he maintained his privileged position in 
what could be a ruthless industry. He had no need to 
make use of his detailed knowledge for his own 
advantage: the awareness that he possessed it was 
enough. It thrilled me to think that, if I worked hard 
and with sincerity, I might one day be thought worthy 
to take part in one of these events!

Now however the room was set out with tables loaded 
with different sorts of equipment. Ken took me over to 
a display of whips.

"What do you fancy, Hanako-chan?" he asked gently.

"Oh, may I really choose?"

"Of course! I want to be sure I whip you the way you 
like best."

I felt as if I wanted them all, they were so beautiful! 
But after a while I found the sort of instrument I 
loved best, with many long thin lashes in what I now 
know is called whipcord, decorated with tiny hard knots 
along their length. Nearly all were in pure white with 
just a few in bright red. It was such a nice effect, 
and I tried to imagine how teasingly pretty the 
coloured lashes would look as they embraced me. Of 
course I love the kiss of the whip, but whipping is an 
aesthetic as well as a sexual experience. If the girl 
looks beautiful in her bonds and under the lash, that 
will please her lover and inspire him to even greater 
efforts in both whipping and fucking. As I ran the 
long, thin strands of knotted whipcord through my 
fingers, the prospect of being tickled and excited and 
made beautiful by this lovely instrument made my heart 
beat so fast I nearly fainted. Ken quickly slipped his 
arm round my waist to support me.

"You like him?" he asked.

"Oh, yes! He's beautiful! Please make love to me with 
him ... make him love me, I mean ..."

"I will. It'll be nice for us both. But how about him 
as well?"

In his free hand he was holding a thin wooden cane 
tightly sheathed in black leather. I watched as he 
skimmed it to and fro a few times, showing me how 
flexible it was. As it flickered through the air there 
was a faint humming noise. I watched and listened 
fascinated, my mouth open with the thrill of it.

"Look!" said Ken.

There were upholstered chairs standing near the tables. 
Ken slashed the cane down on one of them, and it made a 
deep, sharp indentation in the soft seat.

"Oh, yes, _yes_!" I said. "But please love me with the 
whip first. Then, when you think I'm ready ..."

"I understand, darling. When you are at the gates of 
paradise, your whole body on fire, a few quick strokes 
with the cane ..."

"Yes! Hard ones, oh _hard_ ..."

"And I can promise you the most glorious orgasm."

It sounded too wonderful to be true. But how well he 
understood!

"Now, you take the whip and the cane, and come over 
here a moment."

I cradled my new toys in my arms and followed Ken to 
another table. There he selected a silver metal pole a 
little under two metres long, and a couple of straps in 
silver leather.

"What are those for?" I asked.

"You'll see. You'll like it, and so will I. Now, let's 
go back into the garden."

I hung the long whip round my neck and twisted it round 
me like a scarf. That way I could continue to stroke 
the many knotted lashes with the fingers of my left 
hand while carefully holding the lovely cane, with its 
promise of agonising bliss, in my right. Other guests 
smiled at me, sharing my happiness, as I proudly 
followed my lover, my master, my _teacher_ through the 
house and out into the garden.

Ken found an area of lawn where we could have some 
space to ourselves. At his request I removed the long 
many-stranded whip from my neck and placed it and the 
beautiful black-sheathed cane reverently on the grass.

"That's a beautiful harness you are wearing," he said. 
"It's driving me crazy with lust for you." I looked up 
at him gratefully. "But if I'm to whip you really well 
it would be nicer - for us both - if you were nude."

Quickly I unbuckled the mass of shining silver straps, 
and added the pretty garment to the pile on the grass. 
I could feel my skin shivering - but not from the feel 
of the evening air on my nakedness. No: from the 
expected feel of something quite different. How I 
longed for the thrilling kiss of the whip and the cane! 
I suddenly thought of something.

"May I keep my clamps on my breasts?" I asked 
hesitantly.

"Yes, that would be nice. Just make sure they're firmly 
fixed."

I gave the screws a further twist, enjoying the extra 
level of agonising sensation the little toys granted 
me.

"Now, stand with your shoulders well back and your 
hands on your hips."

As I did so, I felt the long silver pole slide between 
my elbows and along my back. Then the leather straps 
fixed my elbows and wrists to the pole, and Ken's hands 
pressed gently on my shoulders pushing me onto my 
knees. Being fixed to the pole gave me an unexpected 
sensation of helplessness. I wasn't bound, and I could 
still walk easily - though I imagined I would have to 
be careful not to bump into other guests with the ends 
of my pole. Yet somehow I felt as submissive as I had 
done when Bob Williams had introduced me to rope 
bondage. It was an astonishingly exhilarating 
experience.

As I knelt, my back towards him, I felt the slender 
strands of the whip tickle my shoulders. Without his 
having to tell me, I knelt upright so that the lashes 
could delicately explore my back and my bottom. Their 
tender touch thrilled me, all the more because I knew 
it was only the beginning. I suddenly remembered 
something Bob had taught me. Without turning round I 
put my head back and, in my most innocent little-girl 
voice, implored him

"Oh, please don't hurt me! Oh, _please_! Be kind to me 
... I promise I'll never be a naughty girl again!"

There was an approving murmur and some scattered 
applause. I realised that some of Roido-san's guests 
had gathered round us and were preparing to enjoy the 
spectacle of my submission to Ken's whip. Then I heard 
a male _gaijin_ voice saying in poor Japanese,

"Shouldn't we make him stop? I'm sure she's done 
nothing wrong. Nothing to deserve being punished, I 
mean!"

From the same point in the circle round me I heard a 
Japanese girl giggling.

"Don't be silly! She's longing for it, can't you tell?"

"Then why ..."

"Because she knows no man can resist a girl who begs 
for mercy like that. Clever! He'll whip her even harder 
now." I heard the girl laugh sexily. "She'll love it," 
she added.

"But ..."

"Watch. And learn. Then we'll go over there under the 
trees and you can do it to me."

After a short pause I heard the _gaijin_ man say,

"I shall never understand Japanese girls."

"Don't try," I heard her reply, as if from a great 
distance. "Just enjoy."

Now I could concentrate only on the maddening caress of 
the lashes which were striking my back and shoulders 
more firmly. I felt Ken's free hand under my left 
armpit, urging me to stand up. I did so, my back still 
towards him, leaning forward and offering my bottom to 
the love I knew was to come. The long strands of the 
whip swished round me, pleasuring me more and more as 
they encircled my hips, kissed me and fell away. How 
right I had been to choose this whip! As well as the 
loving embrace of the elegant lashes I could feel the 
bite of every one of the hard little knots as they dug 
into my skin, adding a sparkling delight to the glow of 
happiness which was possessing me. I became bolder, 
dancing in the shimmering rain of lashes, turning 
towards Ken so that my breasts and tummy could take 
their share. I tried to keep up my pathetic pleas for 
mercy, knowing how much he must enjoy hearing them; but 
soon it was impossible. I could express only my true 
feelings, thanking him instead for all the love and 
happiness he was giving me.

Then, suddenly, it stopped. I twisted round to look at 
him, my face showing I am sure my sense of betrayal and 
loss.

"But why ..."

"Darling, I can't wait any longer. I must have you!"

I suddenly understood how selfish I was being, wanting 
to take all the pleasure while giving him nothing in 
return.

"Oh, yes, _yes_ ... of course! Take me - how do you 
want me?"

"Hands and knees," he ordered.

Quickly I scrambled into position as best I could. My 
hands, still strapped to the silver pole, were hardly 
able to support me. The grass prickled my breasts and 
left cheek as I fell forward. I felt his hands on my 
hips as he knelt behind me.

"Oh, so pink, so pretty!" he said.

His lust for me was so urgent that he had no time for 
kissing and fondling. And what did I need with 
foreplay, I who had been expertly kissed and pleasured 
by the lovely whip, driving me to the brink of orgasm? 
My lust was as burning as his. I moved my knees apart 
on the grass offering my dripping cunt to his cock. 
Immediately I felt the head slide into me, pausing for 
a moment before the full length of his shaft followed. 
For just a while his beautiful cock lay inside me where 
it belonged; then he began to pull out and thrust in 
again while his hands seized my thighs and held me in 
the right position to be used. I was screaming and 
begging even more frantically than I had done under the 
whip.

Without warning he pulled out completely. Again, just 
for a moment, I felt that emotion of betrayal as my 
ecstasy trembled and began to ebb. But only for a 
moment. Then something wonderful happened: I felt the 
head of his cock pressing determinedly against my 
arsehole as his fingers left my thighs and began to 
pull my buttocks apart and force my anus open. My mouth 
opened to scream but I could make no sound in the face 
of this unprecedented assault with its mingling of 
pleasure and pain. Of course I had sometimes stroked my 
anus delicately with my fingertips in masturbation 
sessions, marvelling at the shivering delight it could 
give me, but this was different! The head of Ken's cock 
forced its way through the tight ring of muscle and 
then gradually, so slowly, millimetre by millimetre, 
ploughed its way up my tight passage, like a flaming 
sword enforcing abject surrender. At last I felt the 
tickle of his public hair against the sensitised skin 
of my bottom. He was lying over my arched back, his hot 
breath scorching my neck. It was like being raped by a 
dragon, I thought, frames from a fantasy _manga_ I had 
recently read flashing into my mind.

"Oh, darling, it's wonderful - so hot, so tight!"

I was too overwhelmed to make any reply. Slowly, 
delicately, he pulled a little way out of me so that he 
could slam into me again, achieving even greater 
penetration. As his cock and my tight passage moulded 
each other to a perfect fit, I returned to the heights 
of bliss which I had attained under the whip. And then 
... oh, then I felt his cock swelling even more firmly 
within me as the cargo of hot cum began to force its 
way up, up, along my sheath until it burst gloriously 
into my very centre. I think I must have fainted.

When I returned to the garden from a confused vision of 
being raped by an army of devils with red-hot cocks as 
we floated together somewhere above the earth, I found 
myself lying in Ken's arms being gently stroked and 
petted. He had removed the silver pole to which my arms 
had been fixed. And then a strong male voice which I 
remembered having heard before, in another life, was 
saying:

"Ah, there you both are! May I borrow her now?"

I looked up and saw our host Roido-san standing over 
us. Ken scrambled to his feet.

"Yes, of course you may, sir!" he said. "How would you 
like her?"

"Oh, I think just some straightforward sucking. She may 
have to work hard for it, though! I've just been having 
a very strenuous time with your sister."

"I didn't know Kimiko was here this evening. I hope she 
gave you satisfaction?"

"Yes. She satisfied me all right. But now I'd like to 
see what your young lady is capable of. Teasing cum 
from a man who's almost drained is always a good test. 
You up for it ... what's your name ... Hanako-san?"

I pulled myself together and remembered my party 
manners.

"Of course, sir! I'd be delighted! But you must forgive 
me if I don't do as well as Kobayashi-san's sister."

My host pulled off the towelling robe he was wearing 
and knelt naked on the grass in front of me. I 
scrambled into position on my knees and elbows and took 
his soft penis reverently in my hands. As I kissed it 
and stroked it, I could feel it pulsing as its strength 
and desire returned. It soon blossomed into a fine 
cock, veined and deeply ridged, its gnarled shape 
somehow suggesting the varied experience it had no 
doubt accumulated over the years. I did not take it at 
once into my mouth, much as I wanted to, but continued 
kissing and licking it, the tip of my tongue probing 
teasingly into all its indentations.

"You like sucking cock?" I heard him say from above me.

"Oh, _yes_!" I replied between kisses. "I adore it! 
I've always loved cocks, ever since the very first one 
I saw ..." (kiss) "... and kissed ..." (lick) "... and 
sucked ..." (gentle nibble with my lips) "... and 
milked of its lovely, lovely cum!"

I lifted the cock up a little with one hand and began 
to tickle the sack containing his heavy balls with the 
fingers of the other. I lowered my head a little so 
that I could kiss his hairy scrotum. Then - very daring 
- I took the whole of it into my mouth for a while; 
then released it to dangle free.

"You like that, sir?" I asked; then without waiting for 
an answer began to draw his hard cock into my mouth.

"Yes." Then, over my head I heard him say, "Whip her 
for me, will you, Ken?"

"Of course, sir."

Suddenly the shimmering beauty of the many knotted 
strands of the whip embraced me once again. I wriggled 
my bottom as Ken showered the whip's kisses over me. 
Under their stimulation I began to suck Roido-san's 
cock harder and systematically, drawing the head right 
to the back of my throat. There were still several 
centimetres yet to enter me and I was preparing to open 
my throat and swallow the head so that the whole 
glorious length could be mine.

"Very nice," I heard him say. "Very nice indeed. It's 
good to be sucked by a girl who's being stimulated 
herself. You know, rhythmically. Whip her harder," he 
instructed Ken, and at once the hard knots of the long 
strands began to sparkle as they made love to my bottom 
and thighs. "You like being whipped?" he asked.

Of course there was no way I could reply with my mouth 
so full, but I managed to grunt out something which I 
hoped he would understand as the obvious answer to his 
question. The extra stimulation from my throat pleased 
him, and I soon experienced that lovely moment when the 
cock you are sucking begins to swell as the precious 
spasms of cum begin to be propelled along it. Quickly I 
pulled back a little so that the head of his cock lay 
at the back of my mouth. I wanted the delicious cum to 
coat my tongue rather than shoot straight over my 
throat and down to my stomach. I heard him groan with 
pleasure, and his hands seized my head as his climax 
passed beyond his control.

I kept the cock in my mouth, one hand lightly holding 
his balls, till I was sure I had extracted the last 
drop of cum. Then I slowly withdrew it, my tongue 
wiping him clean. Ken, somehow knowing what I wanted, 
continued his regular whipping of my bottom and did not 
stop till, reluctantly, I sat back on my heels and 
opened my mouth so that my lover could enjoy watching 
me swirl his gift round in my mouth, blending it with 
my saliva and slowly swallowing it down, sip by sip. 
When at last I had finished, Roido-san stood up.

"That was good," he said. "You're all right, 
Hanako-chan. We must see what we can do for you. Once 
you are old enough."

I scrambled to my feet and stood submissively before 
him.

"Thank you sir," I said. "I am most grateful for your 
favourable impression. And," I added rather naughtily, 
"thank you for your lovely cum! I _did_ enjoy it!"

"Did you now? That's good."

He patted my cheek in a fatherly way, bent to pick up 
his robe, and strode off with it dangling over his 
shoulder.

Before Ken could say anything someone else had joined 
us.

"Hello, Ken-chan!" said a high, feminine voice.

"Good evening, sister dear," Ken replied. "I heard you 
were somewhere about. Having a good time?"

"Yes, thank you," said the newcomer politely.

She turned towards me and Ken introduced us. His sister 
Kimiko was very pretty and instead of a leather or 
plastic harness was wearing ropes tightly round her 
upper body. I remembered Ken saying that ropes suited 
her because she was a little fat, and I could see at 
once how exciting they must feel pressing into her 
plump flesh. Other than the ropes, she was wearing only 
black high-heels and black leather cuffs round her 
wrists and ankles.

"I was watching you suck Roido-san," she said, still in 
the sort of high extra-polite voice of a well trained 
Office Lady. "You were so good! I could tell he enjoyed 
it - and you were able to make him come quite quickly. 
I was impressed! After all, he'd only just finished 
fucking me. Twice." She giggled in mock embarrassment. 
"And it must have felt _so_ lovely being whipped while 
you did it."

"Yes, it did," I said shyly.

"Do you love being whipped so much?"

There was no need to say anything. She could read the 
reply in my face.

"I'm so glad for you! You don't mind my saying that, do 
you? After all, he _is_ my brother, and I know how good 
he is at making girls happy! Not that we ... you know 
... well, just occasionally, incest adds a little spice 
to sex and sometimes at parties ... not when he has a 
partner with him like tonight, of course, but maybe the 
host will announce that we are brother and sister, 
twins he says sometimes even though we're not because 
that makes it even more, you know, unusual, and we put 
on a sex-show for the guests ... such fun for them! And 
for us ..."

I gazed at her in astonishment, feeling quite 
overwhelmed. Of course, Kin and Gin, I remembered ... 
but then sisters were different from brother and sister 
... weren't they?

"But anyway," she went on in her cultivated little-girl 
voice, "I'm so glad you've discovered the whip. And 
clamps too, of course," she added politely, reaching 
out a finger and gently stirring the decorations 
swinging from my breasts. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I said.

"Oh, that's so nice. I was late discovering sex, you 
see ... not just the whip but sex altogether. And I've 
been working hard to make up for it ever since!" She 
giggled prettily. "Now I must leave you, it's been such 
fun to have this little chat, but I can see my next 
lovers just arriving!"

Impulsively, she took me in her arms and kissed me.

"I'm so glad you're planning to join us in the sex 
industry. Make adult videos and that. It's much the 
nicest thing for a girl to do. So long as she's really, 
really devoted to all kinds of sex. And I can see you 
are."

She let go of me, moved away and waved happily at 
someone behind my back. I turned, and now I could see a 
group of three men approaching. They were naked and 
seemed to be carrying a lot of equipment. Kimiko jumped 
up and down girlishly as she waved, then with a little 
scream pretended to run away from them, heading towards 
a big tree which stood at the edge of the lawn. Of 
course they soon caught her up. She made sure of that.

"Do you think we could go and watch?" I asked.

"Of course! It'll be fun. Kimiko always gives a good 
show. It's the way she enjoys it so much."

We walked slowly over towards the tree. I had done 
nothing about putting on my harness again and Ken did 
not tell me to. It felt nice being fully nude in the 
open air, especially when Ken slipped his free arm 
round my waist. In his other hand he was, I knew, 
carrying the whip and the elegant black-sheathed cane. 
Just knowing they were there made me shiver, even 
though the evening air was warm.

"Thank you for what you did to me," I said quietly as 
we walked. "Before Roido-san joined us, I mean."

"Oh, that? Yes, it was lovely. I didn't know it was 
your first time. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"No, no ... at least, it _did_ hurt, but nicely. Please 
do it to me again."

"I'd love to. But you must let it rest a while first. 
Like when you lost your first virginity, I expect."

"It's funny," I said thoughtfully, "I never especially 
wanted to be fucked there. But now that I have been ... 
now that you've shown me how lovely it is ... there's a 
sort of tickle there, deep inside, that won't leave me 
in peace. It's telling me if I want it to stop I must 
find some other lovely man to fuck me there again. And 
soon after that I suppose it will start tickling me 
again. Do you think it will go on like that, _never_ 
leaving me in peace?"

Ken stopped, turned and kissed me. His hands stroked my 
bottom.

"I hope so," he said as we pulled apart.

"I hope so, too," I murmured. "Oh, I do hope so."[29]

With an effort, I returned to reality.

"Let's go and watch your sister now," I said. "She is 
so pretty, tied up like that."

Kimiko's lovers had joined her black leather 
wrist-cuffs with a short chain and attached a rope 
which they had thrown over a branch of the big tree. 
The rope had been pulled so tight that she was almost 
suspended in space, the toes of her high-heels only 
just touching the grass. Two of them were whipping her 
and had set up a rhythm between them, a long braided 
leather whip whistling round her hips, followed by the 
random kisses of a many-stranded instrument on her 
stomach and breasts. She had thrown back her head so 
that her long hair cascaded down almost to her waist, 
and in her submissive Office Lady voice was begging 
them not to hurt her. Bob Williams had been right, I 
thought: even to another girl, her pathetic pleas for 
mercy were very stimulating.

The three men had brought a big selection of equipment 
with them from the tables set out in the house, and the 
one not for the moment occupied in whipping Kimiko 
willingly agreed to Ken's request to draw on it.

"Give me your hands."

I held them out and he quickly strapped black leather 
cuffs round my wrists.

"Put your arms round the tree."

I moved round so as not to be in the way of his sister 
Kimiko and her lovers. The tree was big. How many years 
had it stood here, I wondered? Certainly longer than 
the house whose garden it decorated. My hands did not 
meet as I embraced it, and I felt rather than saw Ken 
clip a chain to my wrist-cuffs holding me loosely in 
position. The rough kiss of the tree's bark stimulated 
me yet further.

"Feet apart."

I hastened to obey. I felt him buckle a pair of cuffs 
round my ankles, and chain them together round the 
tree. Now I was hugging the old tree with my whole 
body, relishing the feel of its rough surface. Or was 
it embracing me? I let my head hang back and waited. 
Then, suddenly and without any warning or preliminary 
gentle teasing and tickling, the myriad knotted cords 
of my wonderful lover slashed down onto my still 
sensitive bottom. Without having to be told I moved as 
far out from the tree as my chains would allow me, 
pushing out my bottom and yearning for more of the 
whip's loving embrace. Again and again it struck me, 
then without warning moved up to enchant my back and 
then down to my thighs with the prickle of its lashes 
and the dark sparkle of the hard knots. I gasped and 
begged for more, my happiness too overwhelming to allow 
me to play the titillating part of a girl in agony 
pleading for mercy. Suddenly Ken changed the angle of 
his whipping, sending the lashes up between my open 
legs where some of them were able to find my pussy and 
- in a final glorious climax - kiss my clitoris.

With one part of my mind I knew, of course, that the 
elegant black-clad cane was still waiting patiently for 
his opportunity to have me. But in the ecstasy to which 
the many-stranded whip was driving me I could 
experience only the present as it was measured out in 
its steady embraces. Suddenly there was a tiny pause in 
Ken's whipping - but before I could stammer a complaint 
a line of white-hot fire was inscribed across my now 
highly sensitive bottom. For what seemed an age the 
extreme sensation flooded through me, then gradually 
ebbed as its source declined to throbbing heat. I 
screamed at the top of my voice and with all my heart. 
I was beyond words. No longer thanking my lover and 
begging for more, I just sang and vibrated with 
heavenly bliss. Time no longer meant anything to me, 
but I suppose Ken was letting me experience the full 
glory of the first stroke before driving me to yet 
further ecstasy with the next. Then it came: a second 
white-hot line etched with precision a millimetre below 
the first. Another long pause, while a huge wave of 
sensation carried me yet further up the shore and then 
brought me part of the way back again. And then another 
... and another ...

Ken told me later he had planned to give me only six 
strokes, but found the beauty of my screams so arousing 
that he could not resist granting me several more 
before deciding he had given me as much as my 
inexperienced bottom and mind could accept. By then I 
had fainted, only the chain linking my wrists round the 
tree holding me more or less upright. I have no idea 
how long I remained lost in a state of grace. Nor can I 
find words to describe what it felt like. I only know 
that if there is such a place as heaven, as some people 
believe, then I found it at the age of fifteen. Thanks 
to my wonderful lovers and their understanding of my 
sexuality I have returned to it often. Whether it is 
somewhere outside the physical world, or is hidden in a 
secret part of myself to which the whip and the cane 
hold the key, I do not know. Nor does it matter. It 
exists, and I know the way there.

When I at last returned from my private heaven and 
opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the cool grass, 
Ken holding me in his arms. My wrist- and ankle-cuffs 
had gone and so had the clamps on my nipples. When he 
saw that I was awake, he wiped my face and breasts 
gently with a damp cloth and then kissed me.

"I think it's time we left," he said, "if you can 
manage it. The car must be waiting."

"Help me up," I said.

He stood, then bent over me and took my hands. I found 
I could stand. My bottom was still throbbing from the 
strokes of his cane, and the regular pulse of warm 
pleasure helped to steady me. My silver harness and 
other things were still lying where I had left them. 
Ken gathered them up for me.

"Please ..." I said, "let me stay naked. It feels so 
good ..."

"Of course. But wouldn't you like your clamps? They 
make you look so sexy."

I giggled and pulled back my shoulders so that my 
breasts stood out proudly. Ken attached the little 
steel sleeves to my erect nipples and slowly twisted 
the screws, and their fierce grip added to the pleasure 
from my throbbing bottom and the cool caress of the 
night air on my nakedness. Slowly, Ken supporting me 
with his arm round my waist, we moved back towards the 
house.

We found our host slumped in an armchair in the 
living-room, a girl kneeling between his legs and 
slurping happily as she sucked his cock. He saw us 
approaching, with the obvious intention of saying our 
farewells, and placed his left hand on the girl's head.

"No, don't stop!" said Ken. "Let her go on enjoying 
herself. We just wanted to tell you we are leaving now, 
and thank you for everything."

I bowed low, but was still so unsteady on my feet that 
I had to cling to Ken's arm to maintain my balance.

"Thank you so much!" I gasped when I was upright again. 
"It's been wonderful! I couldn't have had a better 
introduction to parties like this!"

"You're welcome! Any time Ken feels like bringing you. 
Or you can come on your own, of course. So long as you 
don't mind not having anyone to keep an eye on you."

"Er ... how do you mean?"

"Well, girls on their own get used a lot. Specially 
sexy young ones like you. And her." He waved his hand 
vaguely towards the girl kneeling between his legs. 
"It's her first time here too. And without a date to 
look after you, you can't say no ... to anything."

"But I wouldn't _want_ to say no!" I protested eagerly.

"That's my girl. Come any time you like."

"I want to ask you," I said hurriedly, aware of Ken's 
attempts to urge me towards the door, "do you have a 
show sometimes? I mean ..." I went on as he looked up 
in surprise, "... if I came with a group of 
girlfriends, could we do a special act for you?"

"Sure. Why not? It'd have to be good, though. You know 
... ahh ..."

The girl sucking him brought him suddenly to orgasm. I 
was not to learn then what Roido-san meant by "good", 
but I had ideas of my own about that.

The limousine was at the front-door only a few moments 
after we had appeared, Ken looking round for the car 
and I standing naked beside him. The courteous driver 
stood in front of me, holding my coat ready for me to 
put on. I gave him a modest smile and shook my head 
slightly. It had been far too lovely an evening to 
spoil by wearing unwanted clothes in the final minutes. 
I slipped onto the back seat, enjoying once again the 
smoothness of the leather against my well-whipped and 
stimulated nakedness, and Ken walked round behind the 
car to join me on the other side.

The journey back to his apartment block in Roppongi 
Hills took only a few minutes so late at night. He was 
almost silent, just stroking and petting me as I lay 
against him. Of course I was praying that he would want 
me to join him for a final session before our evening 
together finally ended. How much I longed to be fucked 
and whipped again in the private intimacy of his 
apartment! But he did not suggest it. I was beginning 
to understand the hardships of the prostitute's life. 
The problem was not having to be available to a man 
whenever he wanted me: I loved that, it made me proud 
and happy to think that my sexuality was becoming so 
well trained that it could be switched on at maximum 
strength and in any number of varied ways at a moment's 
notice. No, it was the lack of spontaneity that hurt. 
Was I available to Ken because he had bought me for a 
set period, during which he had the right to do 
anything he wanted to me? Or because we rejoiced in 
each other's sexuality and wanted to explore every dark 
thrilling alley it might lead us down? Alas, I had to 
admit it was the former. I could not tell him how much 
I longed to feel his beloved cock penetrating me one 
more time or his loving whips caressing me again. It 
would seem as if I was forcing myself on him merely in 
the hope of an extra hour's payment.

And as we arrived at his block he just kissed me 
good-bye and prepared to leave the car.

"It's been lovely," he said. "Thank you for being my 
date for the evening. The driver will take you home."

"Wait, wait!" I cried desperately, scrambling out of 
the car and following him up the steps. I flung myself 
into his arms, feeling them envelop my nakedness. 
"Thank you, oh thank you! You've been so good to me! 
It's been the best evening in all my life!"

"Well, well," he said, kindly but surprised. "I enjoyed 
it too. Let's do it again some time. And good luck with 
your career."

He freed himself from my embrace, pushed buttons on the 
keypad beside the big glass door, and vanished with a 
friendly wave.

The driver was holding the rear door of the limousine 
open for me. I took a sudden decision. I would prove to 
myself that even a happy and willing prostitute could 
make her own life.

"I'll sit in front," I said.

The car, like many chauffeur-driven limousines in 
Japan, was left-hand drive so I walked round the front 
and opened the right-hand passenger door without 
waiting for him to help me. My coat was neatly laid out 
on the seat and I pushed it to one side. Seeing it 
there reminded me of something. I hunted quickly in the 
pockets and found my mobile. It was very important to 
me that Ken should not be charged for any more of my 
time from now on. I punched in the code for the office 
answerphone and, checking the time by the car's clock, 
reported the exact moment when my session with him had 
ended. Then I turned to the driver, and in my most 
subservient and seductive little-girl voice guided him 
on the way to my home.

The street outside was empty and dark. I told him to 
stop about fifty metres from our house.

"You've been so kind and helpful," I said sweetly, 
before he could get out to open the car door for me. 
"Wouldn't you like to ... er ... I mean, I'd enjoy it 
so much if you ..."

"You don't have to do that," he said gently. "Unless of 
course you really want to."

"Oh, but I do!" I said shyly, making myself blush and 
hoping he could see it in the car's dim courtesy 
lighting. "Shall we ... I mean, wouldn't you be more 
comfortable in the back?"

"Well, if you're sure ..."

I got out into the street and let myself into the back 
of the car. It was spacious and before joining me there 
the driver pressed the buttons to move the front seats 
as far forward as possible to give us even more room. 
As soon as he was settled I unfastened his belt and, 
leaning on the floor, pulled down his trousers and 
underpants. The cock that greeted me was nothing 
special but it was already throbbing into life. I 
stroked it and sucked it, and when I was satisfied with 
my handiwork straddled his lap and began to feed it 
into my wet cunt.

"Oh, that's good," I murmured "So good! And I need it 
so badly ..."

His hands took my waist and began to control my 
movements as he thrust deeper into me, withdrew and 
thrust again. He had put his uniform cap on the seat 
beside us. I picked it up and wore it at what I hoped 
was a suitably coquettish angle.

"Oh, very pretty!" he said, one hand now off my waist 
and caressing my breasts.

I unscrewed my nipple-clamps: I wanted to feel his 
hands and fingers exploring me fully. I had got the 
rhythm right now and no longer needed his guidance as I 
rose and fell over his cock. I urged him to add to my 
pleasure - and his own - by squeezing my breasts and 
pinching my nipples. It did not take him long to come. 
He had probably been dreaming all evening about what 
happy couples had been doing to each other in 
Roido-san's house and garden.

I thanked him prettily, reached for the box of tissues 
on the back shelf and help him clean himself. Then I 
was out of the car again, discreetly paying no 
attention as he rearranged his uniform trousers.

"Oh, I guess I'd better wear this now," I said as he 
again offered me my coat. "The neighbours ..."

I let him enjoy a last feel of my breasts before I 
broke away from him, buttoned my coat loosely, waved 
good-bye and made for home in little girlish steps. I 
felt in my pocket for the house key and fumbled with 
the pin holding it there. The driver - my kind lover - 
waited politely till I was inside the house before 
pulling smoothly away.


FOOTNOTES

[29] Yes, it has gone on tickling and tormenting me 
ever since. Whatever I am doing, I am aware of it. It's 
like having a maddening little vibrator with no 
off-switch permanently lodged deep in my arse, 
stimulating me gently all the time! I resist it as long 
as I can - and then suddenly I can't any more and give 
myself, and the man I am with, a lovely treat! 
Arse-fucking is very beautiful, but I like to keep it 
for special occasions and then give my anal muscles 
plenty of time to regain their strength and elasticity. 
- S O


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