Learning_About_Myself.19

THE MEGUMI STORIES 06/19
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

FINAL REVISED EDITION

Part 19

CHAPTER XIX

The Chain Gang

When we were able to explain our idea of the Chain Gang 
to our friend Kokomi she at once agreed to join us. I 
was glad because she had often shown us how she could 
use her skill as a gymnast to put on remarkable sexual 
performances, almost as much fun for us to watch as 
they must have been for the men she chose as her 
partners. I wasn't so concerned about Jun and Aki: if 
they didn't want to join us we could soon find 
replacements from among our friends. But after giggling 
and keeping us waiting while they made their minds up, 
they at last agreed. So we were seven. That at once 
created a new problem: we were too many to plan and 
rehearse at Masumi's house. I put the question to 
Reina, who quickly had the answer: she arranged for us 
to have the use of a rehearsal room at one of the 
studios where she worked part-time. Of course it would 
cost money, but she would take it out of my 
accumulating earnings which she was holding for me, and 
was confident the fee which Roido-san would pay us for 
our performance would more than cover the expense. I 
must say we all seven felt very grown-up when we 
arrived at a real sex-video studio for the first time, 
even though we were not there to perform on camera! 
This is where I belong, I thought, and I am sure the 
others felt it too.

The routine I had planned and discussed with Reina and 
Matsumoto-san was quite simple. There was no point in 
going beyond our capacity on our first project. But I 
was confident we could rely on our fresh and youthful 
appearance, the pretty decorations pointing up our 
nudity, and above all our boundless youthful appetite 
for sex to make a good impression on our host and his 
guests. As soon as I was satisfied that we could put on 
a good show I spoke to Roido-san. It cost me a lot of 
effort to get past his secretaries, but I was still 
full of the determination I had found in myself after 
my earlier experiences at his house, and was at last 
able to remind him of his promise to me. After that one 
of his staff, in charge of organising the next party, 
suddenly became very helpful and we soon agreed on the 
details.

Of course the seven of us, with Jiro in attendance, 
arrived at his house in very good time on the evening 
of the party. He had kindly set a room aside for us. We 
were soon out of our clothes and Jiro was helping us 
get into costume.

I had given a lot of thought to what we should all wear 
and discussed it in detail with Matsumoto-san. She had 
ruled out my more extreme ideas.

"Dearie," she said, pouring herself another cup of 
green tea, "these people you want to have you at the 
party are used to kinky sex with girls restrained in 
fetish gear with chains and padlocks and stuff. Yes, 
that sort of thing is lovely but it works best with 
slightly older, more sophisticated girls. What you and 
your friends have to offer is youth. Youth and an 
uncomplicated love of sex. That will tickle their 
appetites and make sure they give you a really good 
time. Pretty and eager and sexy, that's the look we are 
aiming at."

"But does that mean we're wrong calling ourselves The 
Chain Gang?" I asked anxiously. "Are chains too ... 
what you said ... kinky?"

"No, they can be really good on a young girl. But the 
secret is to make her look as if she doesn't fully 
understand how arousing they are."

"I was thinking," I said tentatively, wanting to change 
the subject a little, "how lovely those gloves were. 
The ones you lent me. They really helped me a lot, 
appealing to an older man with lots of experience."

"Yes!" said Matsumoto-san enthusiastically. "That's a 
really good idea. For a starting-point. Pass me that 
pad."

We were to be dressed all in silver. I had to be firm 
with Kin and Gin on that: of course they wanted to be 
in contrasting colours, or at least in their trademark 
gold and silver. But I insisted, and the others backed 
me up, that we would look best if we were identical - 
interchangeable fifteen-year-old non-stop 
fucking-machines, as Kokomi put it. She had picked up 
that phrase from a pornographic website she enjoyed 
visiting, and it excited us all so much to imagine 
ourselves like that! We were each to wear long silver 
gloves and a broad silver collar and belt snugly round 
neck and waist. Of course we also wore cuffs in black 
leather fitted with strong D-rings round our wrists. 
Some of this came from Fujiko at Restraint, and the 
rest from the studio wardrobes to which Matsumoto-san 
had access, together with strappy silver shoes with 
very high slim heels and long narrow cords which 
twisted round the ankles and ended in a neat bow. Much 
of our rehearsal time had been spent getting used to 
running and dancing on the precarious heels.

Then there were the chains - again all in silver. I 
insisted that we should all wear my favourite style of 
nipple-clamps, the little metal sleeves which slipped 
over the erect nipples and could then be tightened so 
pleasurably. Fujiko at Restraint had been able to 
obtain seven sets for us, all with pretty silver bells 
hanging from them on delicate chains. Another thicker 
chain was clipped to a ring in the collar and passed 
between the breasts till it joined the belt. Finally, 
one of the most important items of the costume: a short 
heavy steel chain attached to the ring of the left 
wrist-cuff. It looked as if it was firmly locked there 
but in fact the ring opened easily on a spring when 
twisted by finger and thumb.

So there we were, all seven of us in our identical 
silver Chain Gang costumes, waiting nervously to be 
called. Jiro fussed round us, making sure that our long 
gloves were moulded immaculately to our arms, that the 
cords of our shoes were elegantly tied, and teasing us 
by tightening our nipple-clamps and flicking our little 
bells so that they tinkled prettily. Finally we gave 
him the task of sticking the little plastic blobs and 
steaks of imitation cum to our cheeks and breasts, 
which I must admit he did very artistically. Masumi and 
I were going through our dance routine for the 
hundredth time. Kin and Gin were giggling together, 
never still for a moment; and Kokomi was practising 
elegant gymnastic poses: one of her favourite sexual 
games was to take up a motionless position and 
challenge her lovers to make her lose control by 
tickling and whipping her. Only Jun and Aki, who 
frankly had not attended enough rehearsals, were 
nervous, sweating and working each other up into a 
panicky state. Jiro was doing his best to calm them, 
gently wiping the sweat off their nakedness with cool 
damp cloths.

At last one of Roido-san's staff put his head round the 
door and called simply "Ready!" Quickly we got into 
line - me in front, then Kin and Gin, Jun and Aki, the 
imperturbable Kokomi where she could keep an eye on 
them, and Masumi at the end. Each of us (apart from me 
of course) clipped the free end of her chain to the 
D-ring in the right cuff of the girl in front. I opened 
the door, and we were off!

I skipped through the house with the others following, 
and we all made an entrance onto the terrace, pausing 
and posing as dramatic chords blasted from the 
loudspeakers. Couples and groups interrupted their 
love-making on the lawn, looked up and applauded. Then 
I led the group onto the grass, weaving our way round 
the other guests, using a skipping dance-step and 
raising our knees high in the way we had rehearsed. The 
lighting engineers followed us with their spots, making 
the silver of our costumes glitter. The little bells 
could hardly be heard above the music but their pretty 
chains swung in the lights. We took our time curving 
and dancing round the garden, the guests gathering 
close to us as we went, but at last we reached our 
objective: the big tree at the edge of the lawn. We 
danced round it, then formed a ring facing outwards. As 
I caught up with Masumi at the end of the line, I 
quickly clipped the free end of my chain to the ring in 
her right wrist-cuff. We were chained together now, 
dancing round the tree, pulling away from it as far as 
our chains would let us, moving back in and pressing 
our naked bottoms and backs against its rough bark, 
lifting our arms above our heads and shaking the chains 
imprisoning us. The guests cheered and applauded.

It was time for the next scene. I reached out to Masumi 
and snapped her right wrist-cuff open. Now we could 
dance in line again and we wove in and out of the 
guests once more, enjoying the feel of their questing 
hands as they reached out and stroked our nudity. But 
then we were back at the tree again, this time facing 
inwards and our chains locked together. We moved out, 
we moved in, we came to a halt leaning forward, our 
outstretched silver arms pressing against the tree and 
our bottoms straining yearningly outwards.

Some of the guests were already holding whips and 
canes, chosen earlier from Roido-san's stock so that 
they could pleasure each other as they made love in the 
garden. But I could now hear Jiro moving among the 
guests, offering them many-stranded and knotted whips 
from the stock he was carrying. I could not make out 
what he was saying, but knew he would be politely 
urging them to stimulate our temptingly offered arses. 
They hardly needed to be told and almost at once I felt 
the lashes' embrace. The pretty squeals and pleas for 
yet more love rising from round the tree told me that 
all seven of us were being treated to the climax we had 
been longing for.

Whipping a girl the way she longs to be whipped is hard 
work and also very stimulating. It was not long before 
my unseen lover was overcome by the need of relief. I 
felt his hands grip my waist and I responded by leaning 
forwards and outwards as hard as I could. There was no 
need for lubrication: the kiss of the whip had called 
up copious love-juice from my cunt, and at once I felt 
a thick, wonderful cock pressed against me and forcing 
its way into my love-hole. I screamed with happy lust 
and pushed back as hard as I could, while his hands 
found my breasts and added to the bliss flooding from 
my tortured nipples. It did not take long - for both of 
us, our need was too great to allow us to spin out the 
pleasure. But there is always the next time ... always 
... always ...

His head was close to mine as he leaned heavily on my 
back.

"That was wonderful," he said.

"It was beautiful," I murmured. "Thank you ... oh, 
please do it to me again!"

"Come and join my friends," he said after a pause. 
"That is ... can you?"

He pulled out of my cunt and freed me from his weight. 
I quickly uncoupled myself from Masumi on my left, but 
when I turned to Kin on my right she was not there and 
my end of the chain which had connected me to her left 
wrist had vanished. I guessed she, and perhaps Gin too, 
had broken away from the circle of girls and were no 
doubt busy elsewhere in the garden. I turned to face my 
lover. He was a tall and athletic _gaijin_, but I had 
guessed he must be from the size and strength of his 
cock - and of course from his quaint Japanese. He was 
also naked, which was nice. He took me in his arms. I 
reached up and kissed him, then began to stroke his 
chest with my gloved hands, gradually moving one hand 
down to caress his cock. It was still big but only at 
half-mast, and I looked up at his face anxiously. He 
bent down to pick up his whip from where he had dropped 
it when he entered me, put his other arm firmly round 
my waist, and led me towards the centre of the lawn.

We stopped beside two Japanese men who were sitting on 
the grass playing with a naked girl. Al­though they too 
were without clothes they had the unmistakable aura of 
wealth and success about them.

"These are my friends," said my lover. "They brought me 
to the party."

The two men scrambled to their feet and greeted me 
politely.

"We enjoyed your dance," they said. "Yours and the 
others'."

I thanked them. The girl they had been playing with 
looked rather put out and soon wandered off, deciding 
there was nothing more for her in this group. I felt 
sorry for her, but was sure that in this gathering a 
pretty nude girl would not be neglected for long.

"Do you live in Japan?" I asked my lover politely.

"No, not any more. I did once, but now I visit. I do 
business with my friends here."

"And we were invited this evening," said one of the 
Japanese, "so we brought him along."

I noticed that he did not refer to my lover by name, 
even though that made his sentence sound rather rude. I 
never did discover who any of the three were. We all 
sat down on the mattress the Japanese men had been 
using.

"Are you enjoying the party?" I asked, realising as 
soon as I had said it that it sounded rather foolish.

"Very much. Especially now," he added politely.

I blushed and was uncertain what to say, disconcerted 
by the strange foreign habit of paying girls 
compliments. Fortunately he did not wait. There was 
something he wanted to say, even though it meant a 
struggle with his limited Japanese.

"I love ... girls," he began.

He was clearly searching for a word, and raised his 
right hand, shaking the whip from side to side to 
suggest it.

"_Muchi-utsu_?" I said quietly, helping him.

"That's right. I love it. But in my country it's 
difficult. Girls don't like it. Or say they don't. You 
have to pay prostitutes extra. Even then they don't 
look as if they are enjoying it. But here ..."

"How strange," I said. "We Japanese girls love it. Once 
we've learnt. It's the best thing there is."

"Exactly! Japanese girls love it. I love it. That's why 
I love Japan."

There was obviously only one thing to do. I stretched 
out on hands and knees, my bottom towards my _gaijin_ 
who enjoyed whipping Japanese girls, at the other end 
my hands reaching for the cocks waiting for me. As I 
stroked and sucked and swallowed, my new master made 
love to me the way we both liked best.

==

When all three men had had me as many times, and in as 
many ways, as they wanted I excused myself and wandered 
off to see what my friends were doing. Jiro saw me and 
came running up.

"Are you having a good time, Mistress Sayaka?" he asked 
respectfully.

"Yes, thank you. Are the others?"

"I think so. I don't know about Mistress Kin and 
Mistress Gin: they are entertaining a group of lovers 
on the terrace but told me to go away. I obeyed them, 
of course, but I was sad: they looked so beautiful 
covered in oil and stroking each other ... The other 
Mistresses are over here."

To one side of the lawn simple whipping-frames had been 
set up and hooks attached to the boughs of trees. I 
soon spotted Masumi hanging by her chained wrists from 
a tree, swinging and turning as men took turns whipping 
her plump bottom and thighs: anyone not familiar with 
her sexual preferences might have thought her screams 
and appeals not to be hurt meant she was in serious 
distress, but I of course knew her better. Feeling a 
little envious, I clipped the loose end of my chain to 
the cuff on my right wrist: surely showing myself with 
my hands bound would give someone the right idea? Jiro 
touched my elbow and drew my attention to a group 
gathered round a whipping frame. They opened a space 
for us and I suddenly made out Jun and Aki. Someone had 
found ropes and bound them tightly together, thigh to 
thigh, breast to breast. They were hanging from their 
frame with their feet off the ground, swaying from side 
to side as they were whipped, squealing and wailing at 
full volume. Those two will never learn to behave 
elegantly, I thought. Perhaps one day we should replace 
them ... Nearby was someone who was always elegant: 
balanced on one foot on a little platform, her other 
leg raised and her arms above her head in a ballet pose 
was Kokomi. A man was methodically caning her bottom 
with a slim riding-crop sheathed in black leather. She 
did not move a muscle or make a sound.

"How _can_ she do it? She's a marvel!" I heard a girl 
in the crowd say.

I knew, or could guess. She was lost in a heaven of her 
own, and had trained her athletic body to obey.

All this happiness, and the fun I could imagine Kin and 
Gin enjoying as they exhibited their bath-house skills 
on the terrace, made me feel sad and lonely. There was 
an empty hook hanging from a tree nearby. I went and 
stood under it, taking up what I hoped was an enticing 
pose with my chained hands above my head and one knee 
slightly bent. I did not have to wait long.


[Next in Part 20: Chapter XX: My Birthday Treat]


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