Learning_About_Myself.18

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/18
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 18

CHAPTER XVIII

I Take Charge

I woke early the next day. Instead of being tired and 
sleepy after all my hard work the previous evening I 
was alert, as if I were somehow living at a higher 
level. My whole body felt as if it had been remodelled, 
its senses acute and fine-tuned. I had been sleeping 
naked, and when I sat up on my _futon_ with my arms 
round my knees a strange comparison came into my mind. 
This, I thought, is how a good-quality musical 
instrument - a violin, say - must feel when it has been 
finely adjusted and played by a master. My sexuality 
had been tuned to a higher and more precise pitch than 
it had ever known before: I had done things I had never 
known were possible. Oh, that cane and the blazing 
music it had played on my bottom! Oh, that arse-fuck 
and the delicious craving it had planted deep inside 
me! But now I did know about such things. A new sensual 
life was about to begin. It stretched out enticingly 
before me.

I jumped up and ran, still naked, to the bathroom where 
I took a luxurious shower. Then, after reluctantly 
putting on some clothes, I made myself a large 
breakfast. I found that my appetite for food was as 
strong as my desire for more sex. Even so, I just could 
not keep still. I had always known, or at least 
guessed, that sexual activity was the best possible 
exercise a girl could take; but after the previous 
evening's training session I felt like a racehorse 
eager to be given its head.

Goodness, what a mixture of thrilling metaphors: first 
I felt like a musical instrument, now I was a 
racehorse! I must pull myself together, I thought. 
There were things to do and arrange. I had undertaken 
to provide my host of last night with a sexual display 
at his next party. Time to get started! I already had 
ideas of what form that might take. In my new state of 
mental and physical readiness there was nothing I could 
not do.

I began by calling Reina and giving her a brief 
description of the previous evening and outlining my 
plans. She was impressed.

"Goodness, Saa-chan! Are you sure you can manage that?"

"Oh yes. If you and Matsumoto-san will advise me and 
help me with, you know, costumes and stuff."

"Yes, of course you must talk to her."

"That's my next phone-call."

"And you'll need things ... equipment ... Listen: 
you've heard me talk about a shop called Restraint, 
haven't you?"

"Well, yes, you've mentioned it, and of course you use 
those elegant bags from there."

"Right. It's in Shinjuku. I'll text you details of 
where exactly. They have the most _beautiful_ fetish 
equipment. Whips, bondage gear and so on, but much more 
than that. All the latest kinky sex-toys from China and 
so on. You'll be astonished. And of course you'll need 
lots for a team of seven girls."

"I'm afraid it's going to cost rather a lot," I said 
anxiously.

"Never mind. I'll see that Roido-san pays you well. 
Pays me, I mean!" She laughed. "You and your friends 
are doing this just for the fun of it, of course. Now, 
when you go, ask for a girl who works there called 
Fujiko. You'll like her. She's sweet, and has the most 
imaginative attitude to sex. She'll provide you with 
everything you need." I was about to ask nervously what 
I was to do about money when she added, "I'll warn her 
you're coming and tell her to put everything on my 
account."

However, a visit to Matsumoto-san came first, so in the 
afternoon I visited the kindly old lady once again and 
gave her a detailed account of the party. Her interest 
was intense: every fuck, every suck, every kiss of whip 
and cane had to be described. But I did not grudge it 
to her: she had been so helpful about my costume, and I 
enjoyed her cries of "How lovely for you, dearie!" and 
"Now, when _I_ was your age ... have you tried that?"

When at last she was satisfied, I told her about the 
sexual display I was planning. Once again she was most 
helpful, knowing immediately how to work out the 
details of what I had only vaguely imagined.

"How many of you will there be, dearie?"

"Seven, I hope - including me."

"All experienced?"

"Well, yes: lots of sex, of course, in groups, parties 
and so on: and some of us have done professional work."

"Whipping?"

"I'm not sure. There may be a few who haven't tried it 
yet. I'll make sure they do."

"Yes, you must do that. Now, let me think about what 
you should all wear. Just a little, of course: the sort 
of thing that emphasises a girl's nudity even more than 
nudity alone does. Pass me that pad."

"Oh, you are clever! That's lovely!" I said, as she 
rapidly sketched girls wearing straps, open bras and so 
on.

"Well, I did spend most of my life working in the 
fuck-film industry. Making you sexy little sluts look 
even more cute and desirable than nature intended. Now, 
you had this sweet idea about chains ..."

Quickly she sketched seven girls chained together in a 
dancing row, and then in a ring.

"Something like that, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes! It makes me feel ... you know ... just to 
imagine it!"

"What are you planning to call your group?"

I knew the answer to that. I had known it ever since 
waking up in the morning, my mind humming with ideas 
for elaborate group sexual activity.

"The Chain Gang," I said firmly.

"Yes. I like it."

I left Matsumoto-san's studio with a couple of bags 
full of clothing for my new group to practice with. 
From there I went straight to Shinjuku and in a 
side-street near the station plaza found the shop 
Restraint where Reina's little friend Fujiko was just 
starting her evening shift. Even I in my inexperience 
could see that there was something very piquant about 
such a sweet and charming girl being employed as a 
salesgirl at a counter piled high with chains, whips, 
clamps and other ingenious equipment designed to 
overwhelm a girl's sensuality with agony and bring her 
to the pinnacle of bliss.

There were not many customers in the shop that early in 
the evening and most of them were only leafing through 
the racks of specialist magazines full of sadistic 
photographs and cartoons, so Fujiko and I were able to 
chat freely. She assured me that, with the help of her 
lovers, she personally tried out all the new items 
which came into the shop and could therefore make 
recommendations with sincerity. Before we discussed my 
requirements for the Chain Gang she showed me things I 
had never dreamt of ... they were so lovely! There was 
one device called the Double J, a vertical metal bar 
fixed to bands fitting snugly round a girl's neck and 
waist, then curving between her thighs and dividing 
into two, ending in huge vibrating dildos to delight 
cunt and arse. The adjustable neck- and waist-bands 
were lockable and Fujiko described how she would shyly 
surrender the keys to her lover of the moment along 
with the remote control, and then be entirely at his 
mercy for hours on end.

"Even ... in public - under your clothes?"

The thought was so overwhelming I could hardly say it 
aloud, even in a whisper.

"Yes!" Fujiko murmured, our heads almost touching. "Yes 
... I see you _understand_ ..."

Oh, how I wanted one of those devices! But I was there 
on business and Reina had not given me free use of her 
account at the shop to satisfy my own lusts and 
fantasies. I would have to earn the right to do that.

"Chains," said Fujiko when I showed her Matsumoto-san's 
designs. "In polished steel, I think. Cuffs, in black 
leather. Nipple-clamps, of _course_. Oh, how pretty you 
will all look! I do wish I could be with you!"

"I wish you could, too," I said politely. "I'm sure you 
know much more than we do about such shows ... 
entertainments."

Fujiko looked away and smiled politely, then produced a 
package from a shelf in the display cabinet.

"These are something new," she said. "Very pretty. You 
stick them on your face and breasts. Look!"

She opened the box, selected one of the little 
translucent plastic shapes and fixed it to her cheek. I 
gasped. It looked exactly like a streak of cum 
decorating a girl's face after she has coaxed a lover 
to climax over her mouth.

"Oh, how pretty!" I said.

"Yes, isn't it? And it gives the men you meet a very 
clear idea of what you want them to do! Please ... take 
these packets with our compliments. They will look nice 
on you and your friends. If I may suggest - don't 
overdo it: just one or two. The idea is to look as if 
you had missed it in cleaning yourself after, you know 
..."

She giggled prettily. I signed for the items I had 
chosen, Fujiko packed them neatly into a Restraint 
carrier bag, and I left her to serve other customers.

==

The next job was to ask Masumi to get the group 
together at her parents' house.

"Oh, I have so much to tell you!" she said as she 
opened the door to me a few afternoons later.

"And I want to talk to you too!" I replied as we ran up 
the stairs. "But you first!" I added politely - she was 
after all my host. "Tell me first of all, though: who 
else is coming? Were you able to get them all?"

"Kin and Gin are here already," she said, 
unnecessarily: they welcomed me happily as she opened 
the door of her room. "One or two others said they 
would probably come ..."

"Saa-chan, you're looking so pretty!" said Kin, or it 
might have been Gin.

"So are you both!" I responded.

They were, too. As usual they were wearing cute little 
outfits, identical except that one was in red and the 
other in blue. Today they had each chosen tight, 
low-slung shorts and a sweet little sleeveless top with 
a high neck but cropped just below the breasts to leave 
their slim tummies bare. The material was shiny and if 
it had borne company logos they would have looked just 
like pretty race queens.[30] They must have had an 
interesting time on the journey here, I thought - in 
fact they had surely been propositioned so often and 
had so many opportunities to let themselves be picked 
up it was a miracle they had made it at all!

"Masumi wanted to tell us about her latest adventure!" 
said Kin - or maybe Gin.

"But she thought she should wait for you," said the 
other.

"And now Saa-chan's here, so do tell, Masumi!" they 
said in unison.

"Well ..." said Masumi.

She and I sat down on her bed, while Kin and Gin 
squatted elegantly together on a cushion, their arms 
round each other.

"It was so exciting!" Masumi went on. "I actually took 
part in a video!"

"A sex video?" "Oh, how thrilling!" said Kin and Gin.

"Yes," said Masumi with a pretty blush. "It was like 
this. Saa-chan and I like to go to a place in Yoyogi 
Park where young people meet ... you know. But she's 
been so busy with her clients that one day I went with 
Jun and Aki instead. I was wearing one of the special 
bikinis that Saa-chan got for me from her friend - 
under my clothes, of course. In fact I have it on now."

"Oh, do show!" "Let's see!"

Masumi obediently stood up and then, rather shyly, 
unzipped the summer dress she was wearing and let it 
fall to the floor. Thanks to Matsumoto-san I had been 
able to increase her and my stock of microbikinis, and 
she was wearing a particularly pretty one made of 
narrow bands of shiny gold cloth. The top outlined and 
lightly supported her plump breasts without hiding 
them, while the bottom half was made up of a 
transparent, almost invisible, belt of plastic material 
round her waist and a narrow gold band passing down 
between her legs and then up again glittering in the 
cleft of her arse. I guessed that where it covered her 
clitoris the band had on the inside the teasing 
_manzuri_ strip which was one of the designer's special 
features. Masumi ran her finger along it as she fiddled 
with the bikini, making sure it fitted perfectly.

"Ooh, how lovely!" "Oh, pretty!" exclaimed the twins. 
"I want one just like that!" "So do I!" "Gold for you 
and silver for me!" "Wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'll get them for you," I said firmly. "But now let 
Masumi tell her story. I want to know what she did."

"Well," Masumi continued, picking up her dress and 
hanging it up neatly in her closet before sitting down 
again beside me, "we had brought _goza_ mats with us to 
sit on. Jun and Aki sat on one and I had the other. 
Some of the other girls there had taken off their 
street clothes and were sunning themselves in bikinis 
so of course when no one was paying much attention I 
did the same. I was wearing only a skirt and T-shirt so 
I could take them off discreetly while I was sitting 
down. Then I just lay on my mat in the sun."

"I don't suppose you were alone for long," said Kin, or 
maybe Gin.

"No. Some boys came and joined me. I knew some of them 
from the times I'd been there before of course. And 
then we moved out of the sun into the shade under the 
trees so we could be more private ... I suppose I 
should have watched out for Jun and Aki, to make sure 
they were all right, but I guessed they could look 
after each other. Anyway, after a while ..." she 
blushed and looked down at the floor for a moment "... 
one of the boys suggested we might go somewhere where 
they could take some photos of me. I didn't quite 
understand why we couldn't do that where we were in the 
Park under the trees, but they were insistent that they 
knew a special place."

I nodded. I knew how insistent boys could be, and how 
difficult it was for a Japanese girl not to be 
obedient.

"So I put my clothes on again and my shoes and we left 
the Park together. Three young men and me. I waved at 
Jun and Aki as we passed and said I wouldn't be long 
and were they all right, and they said they were. 
Outside the Park we found a sort of van waiting for us 
with another man in the driving-seat. We all got into 
the back. It was very spacious and comfortable. One of 
the young men picked up an elaborate video camera from 
the front seat, and began photographing me as we drove 
along. Of course the other two kissed me and fondled me 
and I soon had my top and skirt off again. I didn't 
mind because it was only what we had been doing in the 
Park - and I wasn't _quite_ naked because I still had 
my bikini on."

"No, not quite," I said with a smile.

Fortunately she didn't understand my little joke, and 
continued with her story.

"It was so exciting, driving through Tokyo and letting 
them do anything they wanted to me in the back of the 
van! They took it in turns to come in my mouth while 
the other one fingered my pussy; and then the young man 
with the camera handed it over to the others and had me 
himself. It was lovely! But we seemed to be going a 
long way. At last we pulled over into a parking space 
in an area where there was a bit of open land between 
houses. It was a main road but not an expressway so 
there wasn't a lot of traffic. The young men helped me 
out of the van and showed me how to pose in just my 
heels and bikini without any of the houses in shot, so 
it looked as if I was on my own in the countryside. 
After I'd done some of that, we made up some group 
shots with them - you know, just kissing and fondling 
each other. They were so clever with the camera!

"Then suddenly they started waving at a truck which was 
coming towards us along the road. It pulled into the 
parking area beside our van, and my friends had a brief 
private chat with the driver and his mate. And they got 
out and joined us. They were so nice and friendly! 
Well, you can imagine that after all that stroking and 
kissing I was ready for anything. My friends brought a 
_futon_ out of their van so we could be comfortable and 
soon the men from the truck and I were having such a 
lovely time together. They removed my bikini - oh, so 
nicely and gently - and they did such wonderful things 
to me!"

Kin and Gin had taken their tops off by now and were 
fondling each other's breasts as they listened to 
Masumi's tale.

"Oh, if only we'd been there too!" one of them said 
softly.

"But it began to get dark," said Masumi, "so we had to 
say good-bye. The driver and his mate thanked me so 
nicely, and drove off. Then the rest of us got into our 
van and drove back to the city centre. I didn't bother 
to return to the Park - I had my things with me, you 
see - so they took me home. It was such fun being nude 
in the van as we drove along, but of course when we 
were nearly home I asked them to stop playing with me 
so I could put on my bikini and my other clothes again. 
And I said how clever it was of them to arrange for 
their two friends to arrive at just the right place and 
at just the right time. And can you guess what they 
said?"

"No," I said, even though I already had.

"They said the two men in the truck weren't their 
friends at all, that they had just waved the truck down 
and invited the driver and his mate to join in our 
game! And ... and they had asked them to _pay_ for it! 
They had said I was a cheap prostitute looking for 
business by the roadside! Wasn't that _awful_?"

She buried her face in her hands. I couldn't tell if 
she was really upset or just afraid of seeming to show 
off.

"But wouldn't you enjoy being a prostitute?" I asked 
her gently. "Like I am?"

"And like we are?" added Kin or Gin eagerly. "Well, we 
are sort of." "Yes, we get paid!" "Oh, yes we do! But 
the money doesn't matter - it's such _fun_!"

Masumi looked up slowly. I was relieved to see that she 
was smiling.

"It was lovely ..." she said slowly. "And before I said 
good-bye I gave them my e-mail address. A few days 
later I had an e-mail with a big attachment. It was an 
edited version of the video they made! It was so 
professional. And, do you know, I hadn't realised, but 
they had put up a sign at the parking-place reading 
'Would you like to play with me?[31] Whatever you like: 
only ¥10,000'!"

Kin and Gin burst into giggles.

"At that price you might have had a whole line of 
clients!" "Wouldn't that have been lovely!"

"So you've made your first professional sex-video," I 
said. "How clever of you. I'd love to see it! I wonder 
what they're selling it for."

"You mean ..."

She looked at me in a mixture of horror and excitement.

"Of course. I'm sure it's available on the net. You're 
a professional at last! Congratulations!"

The doorbell rang. Masumi jumped to her feet, quickly 
pulled her dress out of the closet and put it on again. 
As soon as she had gone I turned to the twins. They had 
taken off their miniskirts now, revealing that they had 
been wearing only tiny thongs in gold and silver, and 
would soon be preoccupied only with each other. There 
had been a time, I remembered, when I had been rather 
shocked by their mutual sexual attraction. But I was 
more tolerant now. After all, if it is true that only a 
girl _really_ knows what another girl likes, then the 
relationship between twin sisters must be uniquely full 
of shared insight and pleasure. As well as delightful 
to watch, I thought! But I had to interrupt them before 
they could become too carried away. After all, I was - 
I hoped - about to introduce another pleasure into 
their incestuous bond.

"How are things at the bath-house?" I asked.

"Oh, lovely!" they said happily, speaking together and 
over each other as usual. "We've volunteered for extra 
shifts. The clients keep asking for us! Of course lots 
of men like to be serviced by two girls at once - it's 
called _jitensha_, 'bicycle', isn't that sweet? - but I 
suppose when we do it it's extra special."

"What do you and the clients do together? What do they 
do to you?"

"Well, you know what happens at a bath-house. We all 
get wet, of course, and then we squirt lots of liquid 
soap over each other and lie on an inflatable mat and 
we wash the client with our bodies. You know, squirming 
all over him with our breasts and pussies, and stroking 
his cock."

"And then you have sex together?"

"Of _course_! Actually, we're supposed to use a 
separate room for sex, rather than the bathroom, but 
who wants to waste time going to a different place? 
With the two of us, we often do some lesbian to start 
with, just to get us all in the right state of 
pleasure, then one sits on his erection and the other 
sits on his face. And we swap round from time to time. 
Such fun! And then he comes, and thanks us, and leaves, 
and we rinse off and dry each other, and clean up the 
bathroom, and then it's time for the next client! 
Lovely!"

"Do your clients ever," I said, choosing my words 
carefully, "want to do anything special to you? Er, 
spanking for example?"

"Oh, yes!" they said together. "We enjoy that! Once 
we're all really, you know, in the mood and ready!"

I decided it was safe to introduce the subject I was 
working towards. I picked up the bag I had brought and 
pulled out a whip. It was a simple one: just a bundle 
of narrow leather lashes without knots or other 
refinements - meant for gentle slapping rather than 
true whipping. I did not need to say anything. The 
twins fell on it with eager excitement and waved it 
around without really making contact with each other.

"Yes, it will feel lovely," I said in reply to their 
enthusiastic questions. "Why don't I show you ...?"

They eagerly removed their thongs and, fully naked now, 
took up position kneeling side-by-side on the floor by 
Masumi's bed. I arranged them leaning forward, gripping 
the rail on the far side with their hands. They turned 
their faces inwards and began to kiss. Careful, I said 
to myself. I get only one chance at this, at showing 
them how beautiful it is. With love ... always with 
love.

I took off the T-shirt and denim skirt I was wearing, 
revealing the microbikini I always wore nowadays 
instead of normal underwear. I stood to one side of the 
delicious pair of bottoms offered to me, measured my 
distance carefully, and brought the black leather 
lashes sharply down on both girls together. Their 
delighted squeals and the vigorous joint wriggling of 
their arses told me all I needed to know. I did it 
again, harder - and again. They screamed with 
excitement and could hardly stay in position. I varied 
the angle of my strike and began to tickle their thighs 
and then their backs. After a few minutes of that I 
judged that their charmingly pink bottoms were ready 
for more stimulation, and began to give it to them with 
serious commitment.

I gradually became aware that someone was trying to 
attract my attention. I stopped whipping and turned. 
Masumi was back, but accompanied not as I had expected 
by Jun or Aki or even Kokomi but by a young man. I let 
the lashes fall and gazed at him in astonishment.

"Jiro!" I said at last. "What on earth are you doing 
here?"

He smiled at me shyly.

"Good afternoon, Mistress Sayaka," he said.

The twins stopped complaining and begging, rolled over 
and sat up.

"Hi, Jiro," they said as if it were the most natural 
thing in the world to see him.

"Mistress Kin, Mistress Gin," he murmured. "How 
beautiful you looked being whipped together! I am sorry 
to have interrupted your pleasure."

"That's all right. There'll be plenty more. Now that we 
know! Saa-chan, we want our own whips."

"Not black. Gold," said Kin.

"Silver," said Gin. "Think how the clients will love 
watching us whip each other!"

"Never mind the clients!" said Kin. "Think how _we_'ll 
love it!"

I dropped the whip on the bed. I was vaguely aware that 
Kin and Gin seized on it and began experimenting on 
each other, but I needed to find out about Jiro.

"Well," said Masumi, "a little while ago Jiro called 
me. He had my mobile number, you see, because we gave 
it to him when we invited him to join us that day in 
the school gymnasium. You remember?"

"Of course," I said. How could I forget?

"And he wanted us to meet. So we did. And he had a 
proposal. He said he wanted to work as our Slave."

I looked at him in astonishment. He smiled shyly and 
looked down at his bare feet.

"He's been very good!" Masumi went on, trying to 
justify what had happened in my absence. "He looks 
after us, cleans up the mess we make, does our laundry 
..."

"It's such a pleasure to serve you, Mistresses," said 
Jiro diffidently.

He began to gather up the pretty outfits which Kin and 
Gin had left lying on the floor, folding them and 
smoothing them with a loving expression on his face, 
then placing them neatly on a chair. Then he did the 
same to my skirt and T-shirt. Finally he picked up the 
little thongs Kin and Gin had left on the bed, smelling 
and stroking them longingly.

"So pretty," he murmured to himself. Then, turning to 
me, "Mistress Masumi and the other Mistresses have been 
so good to me," he said. "I want nothing more than to 
serve them and be a good Slave ... er, Mistress Sayaka, 
do you have any laundry for me to do? Washing my 
Mistresses' clothes is such a treat for me ... 
especially their underwear ..."

"He's very good!" said Masumi again.

Jiro disappeared into the tiny shower-room off Masumi's 
bedroom and I heard the water running.

"I hope he can dry our thongs in time for us to wear 
them home," said Kin.

"Never mind! It will be even nicer _not_ to wear them," 
said Gin.

I was still surprised at Jiro's happy servitude, but I 
was beginning to see how useful to my future plans for 
the group a committed and hard-working Slave could be. 
It was time I took charge and explained what those 
plans were. I made room for myself to sit on the bed 
beside the twins, and captured their attention by 
taking the whip away from them.

"Now listen, everyone," I said. "It's a pity Aki and 
Jun, and Kokomi, can't be here but we can fill them in 
later. I have had a very important offer from a very 
wealthy man who holds wonderful parties. You know, 
where rich and powerful people go to have sex with each 
other, and with girls like us."

I had their attention now, all right.

"He has asked me to get together a group of girls to 
put on a show at his next party."

Well, that wasn't quite the way it had happened. I had 
offered to run a show for him and he had said I could 
if it was good enough. Having discussed my plan with 
Matsumoto-san and with Reina I thought it would be. But 
everything depended on the others being willing to 
co-operate.

"And I have a Plan," I went on. "It will be difficult 
and we must all work very hard. But it will be a 
wonderful opportunity for us. We all want to be invited 
to parties like that, don't we?"

No one disagreed with that.

"So from now on we, and the other three if they agree 
and I hope they will, are a performance group. 
Specialising in sex-shows."

"Ooh, yes!" said Kin and Gin together.

"Very, very high-quality sex-shows to please real 
connoisseurs," I went on.

"What shall we call ourselves?" asked Masumi.

I had planned to come on to that later, but there was 
no harm in discussing it now.

"I have an idea for that," I said, "but does anyone 
else have a suggestion first?"

No one did; but then to my surprise Jiro murmured 
something.

"Yes?"

"May I speak, Mistresses?"

"Of course."

"You are all so beautiful ... may I suggest The Seven 
Graces?"

"Well, yes, a good idea," I said, naturally deferring 
to the only man present, even if he was a Slave. "But 
my idea - and you'll see why I thought of it when you 
hear my Plan for our first show - is The Chain Gang."

No one objected. I began to explain my Plan.


FOOTNOTES

[30] "Race queens" are the pretty girls in delightfully 
sexy uniforms who are employed to staff company stands 
at trade fairs. The practice began, and is still most 
common, at motor racing tracks or other promotions 
connected with the car trade, hence the name. Companies 
compete to employ the prettiest girls and dress them in 
the most revealing uniforms. Many porn starlets, nude 
models and the like have been talent-spotted at such 
events. - B W

[31] _Asobitai_? "Would you like to play?" is the 
Japanese prostitute's standard hopeful approach to a 
potential client. - B W


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