UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 09
THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS
VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO,
NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO
PART 09
CHAPTER IX
Ropes and Whips
And when Friday came ...
"Can't you make it tighter?" asked Natsuko in a shy
little voice, as I adjusted the shiny black corset
round her waist.
"Of course - is that what you'd like?"
"Yes - yes, it is."
I undid most of the loops holding the two rows of
metal hooks down her back, and laced them even more
tightly together. Her body quivered and shook as I
pulled the strong black cords as hard as I could after
each twist. Finally I tied the ends together firmly,
leaving them to dangle and tickle her naked bottom.
The erect nipples of her firm young breasts pointed
eagerly forward, showing the pleasure the cruel corset
was giving her.
At last, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, and
she turned to the mirror.
"Ohhh! Don't I look _pretty_!" she gasped.
Irresistible was the word I would have used.
"Yes," I said briefly.
She put her hands on her waist, spreading the fingers
to see if they would meet. They almost did, but not
enough to satisfy her.
"Can't you make me even smaller _here_?"
"I can try," I said. The thought of binding her even
more tightly excited me so much I was having
difficulty keeping myself under control.
"Ohhh! Oh yes, _please_!"
==
The weekend had started well. As usual Natsuko came to
me on Friday evening, after looking in at home to
leave her school briefcase and chat with her mother.
Then she had gone, innocent in her high-school
uniform, to visit a friend. At the friend's house she
had changed and finally arrived at my apartment,
enjoying the attention she attracted on the subway in
her cropped top, miniskirt and strappy sandals with
high narrow heels. For her meetings with me she wore
nothing else. I had told her there was nothing I found
more delightful than slipping my hand gently up a
girl's thigh, and finding, just a few millimetres
above the hem of her microskirt, not panties - however
pretty - but a naked young pussy, trembling shyly with
desire.
I had encouraged Natsuko to keep an account in a
little notebook of what her various lovers liked best.
Men had different tastes, I explained.
"But I can remember what _you_ like!" she had said,
startled. "It's what _I_ like too!"
"And can you remember what the other men you go with
like?" I had asked, keeping my voice neutral.
She had giggled and blushed.
"Soon you'll have so many lovers you won't be able to
keep track. You want to go to each one ready to do the
things he especially likes, don't you?"
She had looked up at me with a charming mixture of
amazement and excitement.
But this Friday evening she did not rush into my arms
eager to be petted and stroked. She stood in front of
me, embarrassed, drawing little lines on the carpet
with the toe of her left shoe while she balanced
precariously on the high heel of the right.
"I'm _so_ sorry about Tuesday," she suddenly said in a
rush. "It was _very_ naughty of me to trick you like
that. Making you take that test without warning you.
And the other girls behaved very badly, teasing you
while you were chained up. But it's all my fault."
She looked down at the floor. In fact Tuesday, when I
had been made to spend an hour forbidden to come while
being tormented by a bevy of her exquisitely nude
schoolfriends, had been an amazing experience which I
longed to be forced to go through again. And I was
pretty sure Natsuko knew that very well. This
embarrassed apology was almost certainly play-acting.
But one of the things I have learnt about Japanese
girls is that they are natural actresses, especially
in matters of sex, and that there is no point trying
to tell the difference between pretence and reality.
What they are pretending to be they are, at the time;
and if _they_ don't know which is which how can a
crude foreigner expect to?
She shifted to the left foot and started twisting her
right high heel to and fro on the carpet.
"Don't you think I was very naughty? Shouldn't I -" a
little gulp "- be punished for it?"
She glanced at my face, and then returned her gaze to
the carpet.
Now we were getting somewhere. Some weeks ago I had
introduced Natsuko to the pleasures of the whip. She
had enjoyed it: sixteen is a good age for a girl to
develop her natural masochism. At that time she is, or
should be, so overwhelmed with new sexual experiences
that pain and pleasure blend easily in her sensual
development. Of course in theory at least she had
known about the delights of being whipped for years:
they are described vividly, along with other perverted
activities, in the _manga_ pornographic cartoon
magazines she and her friends shared, giggling and
wondering how soon they could hope to enjoy these
extreme experiences themselves. In fact, now that I
thought about it, at the end of that glorious session
in her school gymnasium last Tuesday I had as good as
promised her a whipping. We had seen a delightful new
instrument in one of the sex-shops we liked to visit
together, and she had been begging for it ever since.
It was waiting for her now in my punishment room. I
picked up my cue.
"Yes, Natsuko. You have been very naughty, and deserve
to be punished very severely for the way you behaved
to me."
In fact I owed Natsuko a lot: not just the fun of
being used as a sex-toy by all those nude girls, but
my first encounter with Sachi, a friend of hers even
more sex-crazed than the others. I was making
arrangements to meet Sachi again and planned to
explore her heavenly arsehole - but there was no need
to tell Natsuko that. She probably knew anyway.
"Very, _very_ severely?" she was saying in an anxious,
trembling voice.
"Yes, very severely indeed," I said. "I have a
specially painful whip for use on girls like you - and
this will be your first experience of it."
"Oh, thank you, darling," she whispered, looking up at
me at last; "_thank_ you."
She turned eagerly towards the door. She knew where to
go.
"Natsuko," I said harshly. "You know the rules."
She looked expectantly at me.
"No girl enters my punishment room with clothes on."
"Oh, yes - of course," she said submissively. "I'm
sorry."
She pulled the top over her head, revealing her young
breasts. They were still growing, I thought, but were
already lovely firm handfuls for me to play with. Then
her miniskirt slid down her thighs and to the floor.
She stepped out of it, and smiled at me expectantly.
"All right," I said.
As she walked unhesitatingly to the room where I had
set up my equipment, she flashed me a radiant smile
over her shoulder. Watching her pretty bottom gyrate
as she teetered precariously on her absurd heels, and
thinking of everything I was about to do to it, I felt
almost faint with love and lust.
My whipping-frame is simple: just vertical bars firmly
fixed from floor to ceiling with tracks in which the
hanging metal cuffs for ankles and wrists can slide so
that the victim can be tightly stretched in a star
formation. Natsuko went straight to it and struck a
sexy pose between the uprights.
"Are these shoes all right?" she asked.
"Fine. You'll look nice trying to balance on them."
One by one I attached the metal cuffs to her wrists
and ankles, clicking them shut. They were padded with
soft leather so as not to hurt her - torture is one
thing: unnecessary discomfort is another. I did not
yet pull the chains tight in their tracks. Natsuko was
still standing freely within the frame. I went to the
table where I keep the instruments and brought the new
whip for her to examine. It was a cat-o'-nine-tails,
each lash almost two metres of thin whipcord prettily
decorated with tight knots along its length. Natsuko
had been lusting after it, dreaming of the exquisite
agony the lashes and the knots would bestow on her,
ever since she had seen it in the sex-shop.
"Oh, it's lovely!" she said; then added anxiously,
"You will whip me _really_ hard, won't you? Really,
really hard? And all over? Breasts, bottom, tummy,
thighs?"
"I promise," I said. "These long lashes should kiss
you all over at each stroke."
She quivered deliciously.
"How long will it last?"
"Oh, about an hour," I said casually. "After that I'll
need a break."
The cat's long lashes rustled sensuously as I shook
them out and let them trail on the floor.
"Oh, isn't it beautiful?" she said. "I'm _longing_ for
it."
I put the whip down and started work on stretching her
body between the bars. I pulled her arms as taut as I
could, and fixed her feet as far apart as the frame
allowed. That way, when I whipped her thighs, the long
slender lashes would flick round them and reach up to
kiss her pussy.
"I have another treat for you first," I said.
"Oh, you are so good to me!"
From a box on the instrument table I picked up a
handful of clips. They looked just like ordinary
clothes-pegs, but the springs were much stronger and
the grips were lined with little pieces of serrated
metal. They were sold in specialist sex-shops for
masochists and sadists to enjoy. Tenderly I fitted one
to Natsuko's left nipple. Expecting just the simple
caress of an ordinary peg, she was taken by surprise
as the sharp metal teeth bit lusciously into her
breast.
"Oooh," she gasped.
The next clamp fitted over her erect right nipple.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes! Yes! Lovely!"
"More?"
"Oh, yes, please! _Lots_ more!"
One by one I attached the pretty decorations to the
rounded slopes of Natsuko's breasts. A tiny silver
bell hung from each clip, and they all tinkled
delightfully as Natsuko wriggled and squirmed with
pleasure. Then I stood back and admired the artistic
effect. She was gasping with the pain and the
excitement, and liquid was collecting on the lips of
her cunt. I couldn't resist running a finger gently
between her tightly stretched legs, harvesting the
glistening drops of nectar.
"Delicious as ever Natsuko-chan," I said. "You must
give me plenty of that this evening."
"Oh, I will, I will! How many more of those lovely
clips are there?"
I looked in the box.
"Seven," I said.
"Only seven? We must get some more. I want to be
_covered_ in them!"
"We'll go to the shop together, and you can choose
what you want."
"Ooh, what fun! But now, please - put the rest of them
on my pussy."
Delicately I fitted the little metal jaws to the lips
of her cunt. One by one. Three on each side. Each was
greeted with a muscular spasm and a gasp of delight,
accompanied by delicate tinkling from the little
bells.
"And now," she said, speaking with difficulty, "one
more. The last one. On my clitoris."
"That will _really_ hurt," I warned her.
"Oh, I know - I _know_! That's why I want it!"
I probed in the folds of almost hairless flesh above
her cunt and held the fierce little clamp open over
her sweet love-button.
"Ready?"
"Oh, yes, _yes_!"
Slowly I let go. As the metal edges bit, she threw
back her head and screamed. The effect, blending with
the tinkling of the little bells, was exquisitely
beautiful.
"Oh, _please_ can I stay like this for ever!" she said
at last.
I left her in her ecstasy for a while longer, then
moved behind her and took from the table something
which she could not see.
"I wish you could, darling. But that's just the start.
You're really here for something else, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"And what are you really here for?"
"To be punished," she said in a little voice.
"Why?"
"Because I have been very, very naughty."
"And you _want_ to be punished?"
"Yes - yes!"
"Tell me how much."
"Please ... please whip me _very_ hard with my new
whip. Hurt me as much as you can."
"Go on."
"Torture me ... yes, torture me ... till I faint with
happiness."
This was good. Natsuko was remembering her lessons in
English sexual vocabulary.
"Very well. In future, you will not ask for
punishment. This is no longer your punishment room.
From now on it is your torture-chamber. You are
tortured here, not as a punishment for being naughty,
but because it pleases me to torture you. And because
it pleases you to be tortured. I shall torture you
whenever I feel like it. And you may beg for it
whenever you wish. It pleases me to hear you ask to be
tortured. Ask for it by name. Remember."
"I shall remember. Please torture me. As long and as
much as you wish."
"Open your mouth."
From behind I slipped between her lips the ball-gag I
had been holding, and buckled the straps tightly
behind her head.
"Now I shall begin the torture," I said. "If you want
it to stop, all you have to do is tell me."
But she couldn't. I knew that, and she knew it too.
For both of us, her helplessness added to the pleasure
we were about to share.
I began by tickling her lightly with the cat. She let
out little whimpers of desire from behind her gag as
the tips of the lashes lightly swept over her breasts
and bottom.
"Nice?" I asked.
The ecstatic expression on her face told me all I
needed to know.
Then, standing behind her, I took up position and
spread the cat with all my strength over her arse. The
long lashes flicked right round her waist and thighs,
some penetrating briefly between her legs and kissing
her pussy before releasing her and falling to the
floor. Natsuko trembled in her bonds and let out a
strangled gasp of happiness. I stepped back and used
only the ends of the lashes for my next stroke,
relishing the pattern of black lines across her creamy
bottom. I soon established a slow rhythm, letting the
impact of each hard stroke sink in before following
with the next. The only variation I allowed her was
between strokes with the tips of the lashes and
strokes using their whole length, so she could enjoy
their embrace right round her hips and thighs.
I counted up to a hundred. At the slow pace I was
using I guessed I had been whipping her for about
twenty minutes. Her arse and thighs were bright pink
and were beautifully decorated with little dots where
the tight knots in the whipcord had bitten
delightfully into her flesh. At any rate, they were
delightful to look at, and I could only guess how
delightful they had felt.
I walked round to face her. She was slumped in her
bonds, her eyes were closed and she was dribbling from
behind her gag. I put the handle of the whip under her
chin and forced her head up. I kissed her as best I
could over her gag and licked up her sweet-tasting
saliva. She opened her eyes and I heard a noise from
her throat which might have been "Don't stop!"
I wasn't planning to stop, but it was high time the
front of Natsuko received its share of the pleasure.
Unfortunately this meant taking off the clips
decorating her as they would otherwise become
entangled in the lashes and perhaps be torn off. I
started removing them. Sounds of protest emerged from
Natsuko's gag.
"Don't worry, love," I reassured her, "I'm going to do
other things to you that will feel just as nice."
From my stock of implements I found a pair of
nipple-clamps, showed them to her and explained the
mechanism, and then screwed them on slowly, increasing
their bite as she murmured what I assumed to be
satisfaction at the mounting agony. They were small
metal discs which clung tightly to her nipples and
would not be dislodged by even the fiercest whipping.
Then I took up position facing her with the cat
dangling from my hand, and began again. I started with
her breasts, in case they felt neglected, letting the
lashes swing right round her in a complete circle.
After about twenty steady strokes, I gradually moved
the angle of the whipping downwards, first pleasuring
her tummy and finally sending the lashes sizzling
round her hips and thighs. The blissful look on her
face, and the beauty of the marks decorating her firm
flesh, distracted me and I lost count. But I must have
given her another hundred hard strokes at least.
By now I was badly in need of relief. In the corner of
the room stood a short whipping-post, a sort of pillar
with a padded top, over which a girl could lean when
receiving my attentions. I hadn't used it much since
installing the metal frame, but it was just what I
needed now. I pulled it to the middle of the floor, in
front of where Natsuko was standing. I released her
from the metal cuffs, leaving her gag and
nipple-clamps in place, and arranged her doubled-up
over the post. Her arse was beautifully displayed: I
gave it a few quick cuts with a cane, and then
prepared to enter it.
Usually when I fuck Natsuko's pretty little arsehole I
use plenty of lubrication, asking her to lick my cock
well or soaking it first in her dripping cunt-juice.
But the deep pink and heat of her well-whipped arse
were so entrancing that I couldn't wait. I had just
enough self-control to smear my cock quickly with
jelly from a tube on the instrument table - normally
used to ensure a tight connection when preparing a
girl for electric shock torture - before seizing her
thighs firmly from behind and entering her in a single
slow thrust. I stayed motionless inside her for
minutes while she massaged my cock with the beautiful
rippling of her arse muscles which some previous lover
- lucky man - had taught her. Oh, why would any man
ever want to be anywhere other than deep inside
Natsuko's enchanting arsehole, gripped by her firm
young anal muscles?
At last I came, and my shrinking erection slipped out
of her sheath. When I was able to move again, I went
round to her head and unbuckled the straps of her gag.
Her first words were, "Oh, do that to me again!
Please!"
"Darling, I want to," I said, "you know how I want to.
But I can't, not just yet."
But there was something else I could do for her.
Hunting in the drawers under the table I found a slim
anal finger. Its plastic shaft was deeply ridged and
at the base were two short spikes protruding at
right-angles which could fit snugly along the crack of
a girl's arse when the finger was fully inserted -
thus avoiding the risk of the device vanishing inside
her and an embarrassing session at the doctor's
office. I unscrewed the finger and put in a new set of
long-life batteries. It purred into life, wriggling
and throbbing. Natsuko's arsehole was well coated with
the lubrication and cum I had left there, and the
finger slid easily into place.
"Oh, lovely!" she gasped. "Oh, thank you!"
Tempting though it was to whip her again - and much as
I was sure she would have enjoyed it - I decided to
bring the session to an end. I helped her to stand,
and for a while she clung to me, kissing me and
thanking me.
"Oh, you are so good to me!"
"It wasn't too much for you, was it?"
"Oh, _no_! I want _much_ more than that ... there was
something you did, before - you know - you fucked my
bottom ... that was fantastic!"
"I used a cane. Just a little bit."
"Was that what it was? I must have that again. A
_lot_. It was so wonderful. Promise?"
"I promise."
"Torture me again - soon - please?" she begged.
"Tomorrow?"
"In fact, I have something rather special in mind for
tomorrow."
"Aren't we going to a party as usual?"
A sex-party on the Saturday night was part of our
standard weekend programme.
"Oh yes. But a rather special one. With some people
you haven't met before. You'll see."
Our arms round each other we moved slowly back to the
main room of the apartment. At last she slipped out of
my grasp and took herself off to the bathroom. She
returned delightfully fresh, scented and ready for
anything. That's what I love about Japanese girls:
they are never satisfied. And looking at Natsuko,
wearing only her stiletto heels and nipple-clamps,
neither was I. The anal dildo was deeply buried and
invisible, but I knew it was there - and so of course
did she.
We settled down - I on the sofa, she on the floor at
my feet - to watch a pornographic video which she
chose from my collection. The plastic finger was still
throbbing inside her anus: most girls have to wear
panties or some kind of strap to hold a dildo in
place, but Natsuko's muscles were firm and beautifully
trained. After a while she turned away from the screen
and, without my asking, began to suck my cock. She
made it last an agonisingly long time. She was _much_
better than the girl in the video.
"I love cum," she said at last. That, I knew, was
true. "Especially yours," she added after a moment.
That wasn't true: she had never met a man whose cum
she didn't love. Natsuko treated all men equally. But
it was sweet of her to say it.
At last she consented to be carried upstairs to bed,
and I fell asleep with Natsuko beside me under the
futon luxuriously wriggling her tender bottom and
breasts against the rough sheet. I woke during the
night to find her sitting disconsolately on the edge
of the bed.
"I was having such a lovely dream," she said, "and
then it stopped, and I woke up, and - look - the
batteries are dead."
She offered her sweet arse for inspection. My fingers
confirmed that the dildo still plugged into it was
motionless.
"I can soon fix that," I said, turning on the bedside
light.
"Oh, please don't take it out!" she begged as I
prepared to replace the batteries from my emergency
supply.
I withdrew the dildo just far enough to unscrew the
cap. Fitting new batteries straight into Natsuko's
arsehole was fun: it was as if I were recharging a
sex-doll. Which, in a way, I was.
"Thank you," she murmured happily; and with one hand
stroking her pussy and the other caressing breasts
still tormented by the grip of the nipple-clamps, she
returned to her sweet dreams.
==
The next morning we spent some time in my little
Japanese-style bathroom. I persuaded Natsuko to
surrender her toys and show me how well she remembered
last week's lessons. I told her to imagine she was
working at a bath-house or _sopurando_, and I was a
customer being washed all over by her nude body. I lay
on the floor by the tub while Natsuko poured soapy
liquid on me and squirmed her cunt and breasts
delightfully all over me. I had explained to Natsuko
that when she started on her career in the sex
industry she was likely to have to begin at the lowest
level, spending some time at least as a pretty nude
bath-girl, and should learn the techniques. She was a
fast learner, but I am a perfectionist. She finished
by taking my slippery erection between her breasts and
making me come all over them. I had told her that
_paizuri_, "breasturbation" or "tit-wank", was
something a bath-girl had to do nicely.
"You did it _very_ nicely," I told her when I had got
my breath back; "but you must keep practicing. I don't
think your breasts have finished growing yet."
"Why can't I start work as a bath-girl _now_?" she
asked. "I'm longing to do it for real - and if there's
more to learn I'll pick it up much more quickly from
real customers."
I evaded her question because I had no real answer. It
was one of her frequent complaints. She was
desperately keen to start her career. It was true that
she was already as good as any professional bath-girl,
stripper or bar-hostess I had ever met; and watching
her charming self-confidence at sex-parties I could
tell how perfect she would be at exclusive "waitress"
clubs where the girls were always deliciously nude and
available. At parties like the one I was taking her to
that evening she would also learn all the experts
could teach her about masochism and discipline. She
was as ready as she would ever be. But she lacked one
qualification: age. Strictly speaking girls weren't
supposed to be fucked at all until they were sixteen;
and couldn't legally earn their living by fucking - or
even as a nude model - till two years after that.
Meanwhile Natsuko's youthful beauty and enthusiasm,
and all the pleasure they could give to so many lovers
as well as to herself, were going to waste. The law
was absurd: what was the point of trying to protect
girls who didn't in the least want to be protected,
and longed only for the freedom to do what they loved
doing best? Anyway thousands of underage girls were
joyfully flaunting their sexuality in bars and
brothels all over Japan. Apart from all the pleasure
they gave themselves and their lovers, they were very
fashionable: older girls aimed at the "Lolita look"
and affected innocent little-girl voices. Of course
there were ways round the law: but they weren't easy
for a westerner to find. Surely some entrepreneur in
the sex business would soon spot Natsuko and ease the
path for her. Meanwhile the best she could do was to
offer her skilled services privately to her growing
circle of friends and admirers.
"What would you like to do now?" I asked when we had
finished washing her breasts.
"Please whip me again," she said at once.
"Don't you want to go shopping as usual?"
"Yes. But whipping first. You promised to punish me
again today. Torture me, I mean. Please."
I kept a whip of sorts in the bathroom. It was just a
short cat with a stubby handle and wide leather straps
for lashes. It was nice to use on a girl after sharing
a bath with her because when the straps became wet
they slapped delightfully against her flesh. So we
spent a happy half-hour with this unsophisticated
instrument, Natsuko squealing and pretending to
wriggle away from it while in fact offering her
breasts and bottom to its wet kiss.
"Please tease me like you did yesterday," she said
after a while.
"How?"
"You know, you tickled me with the whip and made me
wait for it. I enjoyed that. But tease me a long time,
and then whip me _really_ hard, when I'm not expecting
it. That would be lovely."
So I did that, and it was lovely for me too: hearing
her giggling and begging for the lash, and then
screaming delightfully when she got it.
Then it was time for Natsuko to practice stripping. In
fact she did not need to rehearse any more: she
already stripped beautifully. But she insisted on
showing me how well she did it, and I was certainly
not going to stop her. I settled down in a chair to
one side of my living-room and waited for her to make
her entrance. She appeared in a glittering silver top
and a tiny black skirt held up by an elaborate chain
belt. Her legs, above the transparent high-heeled
platforms fixed to her feet with narrow silver straps,
were bare but I guessed she was, for once, wearing a
bra and panties. She pretended to be shy at first, as
if not expecting to be on stage before so many
admiring men, but she soon began to dance and
surrendered to the throbbing beat of the music I had
chosen.
You have seen girls strip often enough no doubt, and
so have I, but I have never seen a girl with quite
Natsuko's skill. She instinctively knew how to blend a
delightful modesty with coy pride in her desirable
nudity. She had her top off soon, then stood before me
shyly asking me to unzip her little skirt - skipping
away from me with a little squeal as I tried to hold
her. She detached the chain belt from the skirt and
buckled it round her waist: I had told her that men
love to see chains suggestively decorating a girl's
nudity. Then her bra was off and she was stroking and
teasing her firm young breasts, arousing her own
desire. Soon she abandoned her little bikini panties
too, tossing them flirtatiously into the audience. Her
aim was good and they landed on my face. I held them
against my nose and mouth, relishing the aroma and
dampness of her sweet pussy.
"They're wet!" I said to her softly.
"Of course!" she replied with an enticing smile, "I'm
up here ... wanting it ... oh, _so_ much! Of course
that makes me wet!"
She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and held them
out briefly for me to lick. Every last remnant of
modesty had vanished along with her little bikini
panties. Now naked and masturbating charmingly, she
teetered in front of me in her platforms on the edge
of the imaginary stage, the chains round her waist
tinkling prettily and suggestively. I could easily
have stood up and seized her, carrying her off the
stage and taking her any way I wanted, but I didn't.
She was holding me entranced: I was sure she could do
the same to any strip-club audience until she was
ready to surrender to them. As I said, I have never
known a stripper so naturally gifted as Natsuko.
She gradually lowered herself, now squatting with her
thighs wide open.
"Come to me! Come to me!" she whispered.
I quickly left my chair, now crouching on the carpet,
my face almost touching her open pussy lips as she
stroked her clitoris with her middle finger.
"Ready?" she breathed.
I knew what she meant, and opened my mouth wide. At
once a fountain of warm yellow liquid spurted from
her: I caught the flow quickly and enjoyed once again
the delicious salty and lemony taste of a young
Japanese girl's piss.
At last the flow slackened and ended: I swallowed down
the last of it, then licked the final drops from her
pretty little pee-hole. She stood again, dancing for
me as I lay looking up between her legs, wanting so
much to join me but uncertain if she might.
"You will be gentle, won't you?" she begged shyly. "I
want it so much, but I don't know ..."
"Don't worry, I'll look after you," I said.
"Yes ... oh, please ..."
And she was in my arms; and then on the floor between
my legs, reaching for my erection with hands and mouth
while the imaginary audience gathered round us and
urged me to hurry so they could all have their turn
with her.
"Was that nice, sir?" she asked timidly when I had
finished, my cum glistening on her chin and breasts.
"You mean, the strip or the fuck? Or the piss?"
"Well, whatever you liked best ..." she replied with a
charming blush.
"All three very nice," I said.
"You will let me keep practicing, won't you? I do _so_
want to be perfect before I do it for real."
"It was real enough. And just perfect."
She had stopped acting the timid but aroused beginner
and was my lovely insatiable Natsuko again.
"Anyway," she said, "the one thing that's different
from the real thing is that of course in a strip-club
I'd have to fuck _everyone_."
"Yes, you will won't you? Are you ready for that?"
"Of _course_!"
At last I pulled her to her feet and forced her back
into the bathroom's tiny lobby.
"Wash yourself. And dress," I ordered. "We're going
out. No more sex, no more torture, no more practice
stripping. You must be fresh and ready for all the
things that will happen to you tonight."
"But I'm _always_ -" she protested.
"Yes, but think how much more you'll enjoy tonight's
party if you've had to do without sex for a few
hours."
I was ready and dressed before she emerged from the
bathroom, still naked but looking - as always - fresh
and virginal. A quick look showed me the reason for
her delay: she had used one of my disposable razors to
shave her cunt. There was not a single hair to be seen
between her legs: she looked not only virginal but too
young to fuck. Until I tore my gaze away from her
pussy and looked at her sweet teenage breasts.
"Aren't you worried your mother will see what you've
done and worry about it?"
"Well, a bit. But I think I can hide it from her. I
just thought if the people at tonight's party are as
kinky as I _hope_ they are - they might like me with a
bare pussy ..."
I thought they might too. I certainly did.
"Come and sit on my face," I said.
"I thought we were in a hurry."
"Not that much of a hurry. And I need to check you
haven't missed anything with the razor."
She hadn't. I lay on the sofa with my head on one of
its arms; Natsuko (who knows very well the effect a
nude girl in high heels has on me) stepped into her
platforms and straddled my face. My tongue explored
every millimetre of her sweet baby pussy: no hair, no
stubble - but plenty of delicious cunt-juice. I held
her by the hips and slurped happily. It was as if a
tap were dripping endlessly from inside her. Then
without warning she started to pee again. Only very
young Japanese girls taste as good as that. When they
get older their piss becomes bitter and harsh to the
taste.
"You didn't tell me you were going to do that," I said
when I could speak again.
She giggled.
"No; but you never complain when I do."
"Well, get dressed," I said briskly. "We're going
shopping."
"Where?"
"Asakusa. I want to buy you some kinky clothes. And
some other things."
"Ooh, lovely!"
She pulled on her cropped top and microskirt, and was
ready. The tight top clearly showed the outline of her
bare breasts and her hard, alert nipples. So long as
she stood perfectly upright with her thighs together,
the skirt didn't quite show her naked pussy. I didn't
think she would stand like that for long: it was
difficult in her beautifully tarty platforms. Anyway
she loved showing off in public, bless her, and knew
how much it excited me to see her do it.
"What you need," I said, taking her little bare waist
in one hand and fingering her sweet navel with the
other, "is a stud here. So you can hang jewellery and
chains and things from it."
"Yes, I'd love that. And I'd love to have my nipples
pierced too. But I think all that's something my
mother _would_ notice."
"Probably."
"Perhaps it wouldn't matter so much. I think she knows
more about what I do than ... And doesn't mind - so
long as she doesn't _have_ to know."
"What about your father?" I asked.
"Oh, he's too busy to notice. I don't suppose he'd
recognise me if he did," said Natsuko sadly.
I have a theory that the reason for the sexual
obsession older men and underage girls feel for each
other in Japan is that fathers and young daughters
never get to know each other. But I wouldn't want to
change it. Oh no. My dream was to spend my life
satisfying Japanese Lolitas' father complexes. That is
the nearest thing to Heaven a man can find on this
earth.
==
Asakusa is an area of traditional Tokyo dominated by a
huge Buddhist temple dedicated to Kannon, the Buddhist
deity of mercy. The avenue leading from the Thunder
Gate on the main road to the plaza before the temple
is lined with traditional shops. Eighteenth-century
prints by Hiroshige show that it has changed very
little - though in his time I doubt if there were
shops selling sexy clothes for tarts and bargirls - or
for girls who like to dress as if they are. Or if they
were there, they weren't selling stiletto high heels
and micro-dresses. Anyone who doubts if there is any
long-term progress in human affairs should visit these
shops. Of course Japanese girls were always sexy and
proud of it; but their clothes give them much more
help now than they ever used to do in flaunting their
sexuality for everyone's enjoyment.
The sophisticated taste of the men waiting to meet
Natsuko tonight would certainly run to black. Her few
party shoes were in bright, flashy colours. My fault,
of course; I like my girls to look tarty. But the big
shoe-shop half-way down the avenue on the left would
certainly have the right thing. One of the assistants
in the back room where specialist items were sold knew
exactly what was wanted. She recognised me, of course:
I had been to her shop with other girls before
Natsuko. She looked at Natsuko with new respect when
she realised the sort of event she was invited to, and
quickly produced a pair of shiny black shoes with
four-inch heels and long thin laces to tie in pretty
bows round her ankles. They also had a low "neck"
revealing the cleavage between her toes.
"That's very important," she said to Natsuko as she
knelt to help her try them on. "The sort of
sophisticated men you will meet this evening care
about toes. I've known men who are as aroused by
glimpses of a girl's toes as they are by the shape of
her breasts or the nape of her neck. If you're wearing
shoes like these - I don't mean sandals, of course -
you should always buy the ones with a low neck which
shows the cleavage and holds it tight. Just like the
kind of bra which shows your breasts and models
them."
Despite herself, Natsuko was impressed by this sex lore.
"I usually wear sandals for parties," she said.
"Yes, sandals are very nice and lots of men love
them," the woman said. "But showing off your toes like
that from the start can be a bit blatant. Like wearing
a topless dress, you see."
Natsuko began striding about the little room, admiring
her feet in the floor-level mirrors.
"I think a pair just a little bit smaller would be
nice, don't you?" murmured the woman confidingly.
"Nicer for them to look at, and a nicer feeling for
you."
When she had tied Natsuko into a smaller size, and
while she was trying them out with little squeals of
pleasure, the woman spoke privately to me.
"How old is your friend?"
"Sixteen," I said firmly.
"That's nice, for you and for her. But she's very
young to be invited to the sort of party I think
you're going to tonight," she said. "Is she ready for
that sort of experience?"
For a moment I thought she was disapproving of a
_gaijin_ like me debauching a young girl like Natsuko;
but then I realised her tone was positive, even
admiring.
"Oh yes," I said. "She'll be fine. She's already
almost more than I can manage on my own."
She smiled in a maternal way.
"What does she want to do when she leaves school?"
"She's desperate to go into the sex industry. You
know: bars, clubs, soaplands, fuck videos. She feels
ready to start now, and keeps begging me to arrange it
for her."
"That's not easy when she's only sixteen."
"No."
"But there are ways round that ... I may be able to
help. I know people ... they're always asking me to
look out for new talent. And, you see, lots of pretty
young girls come here to buy shoes, and I can tell
from the way they wear them if they're ready. To
interest my friends, I mean."
"That's very kind of you. She'd be so grateful ... but
I don't want her to get into trouble. Or you," I added
hastily.
"There'd be no trouble. Of course if she were always
on public display, in the sort of places you
mentioned, she'd run out of luck one day. A rival
would report her to the police, or there'd be a random
check ... but the sort of people I know are very
discreet. They'd try her out, test her, then supply
her to rich people who want pretty, talented young
girls to look after important guests with ... you
know, rather special tastes."
"That sounds very interesting. I know Natsuko would
love that. She's talented all right, and she has
rather special tastes herself."
"Good. When you think she's ready, let me know and
I'll make enquiries. I'm here most evenings."
"Of course. I'll be in touch. But I won't tell her
about it yet. She still has a few things to learn. Not
many ... I've taught her how to strip, how to serve
drinks nicely topless or completely nude, what a
bath-girl does, that sort of thing. But tonight's
party will be rather a test."
Natsuko came up, bubbling with enthusiasm about her
new shoes. I persuaded her to change back into her
platforms and keep the new pair fresh for the party. I
paid, and the helpful motherly woman bowed us out of
the shop.
"What do we do next?" asked Natsuko, hanging onto my
arm and skipping along beside me in a way that must
have shown off at least half her pretty naked bottom
with each skip.
"Somewhere down here there used to be ... yes, along
here and I think, yes ... to the right."
It was a very small shop in a dingy alley off the main
arcade. But it was still there, and it still sold some
highly specialised products.
"Welcome!" called out the elderly lady who had run the
establishment since long before I first visited it.
"What can I offer you? I have some very nice items,
just arrived from China. All guaranteed to please your
young lady."
"Now, listen, Natsuko," I said to her firmly. "If I
know you, you'll want to buy the whole shop. I'll get
them to give you a card, so you can come back here
with your schoolfriends and spend your pocket-money
whenever you like. But today you are getting just one
thing, and I'll decide what it is."
Natsuko was beginning to understand what sort of
equipment was displayed in the cases, or offered at
reduced prices in the dump bins, and was too excited
to reply. I turned to the proprietor.
"Good morning," I said. "The young lady would like a
pair of nipple-clamps. Old-fashioned ones: the sort of
flat metal discs that screw to the breast and don't
come off. Something very special - if you understand
what I mean ..."
Natsuko had torn herself away from displays of
arse-plugs, strap-ons and body jewellery, and was
nodding excitedly to show that those were _exactly_
the sort of nipple-clamps she wanted. The old lady
smiled kindly and began to hunt in drawers behind the
counter. She seemed to understand that by "very
special" I meant something that would satisfy
Natsuko's depraved taste for pain as a means of sexual
stimulation.
"We don't usually put them on display, because the
fashion now is more for the pincer type. You know, the
clothes-peg model or the butterfly.[8] But I think the
flat disc type is much more elegant, and much more
secure of course. Now, let me see ... how about
these?"
She produced a pair of small engraved discs and placed
them on a velvet pad such as jewellers use to show off
the beauty of their products. She turned one over and
showed Natsuko how her nipple would fit neatly into a
hole at the back, while turning the outer face of the
clamp would tighten the mechanism inexorably ...
.
"And of course the more you tighten it, the greater
the effect," she said conspiratorially, enjoying
Natsuko's breathless excitement. "Do try them on if
you like."
"Oh, may I?" said Natsuko; and without waiting for an
answer pulled up her cropped top and fixed the clamps
to her hard, erect nipples. As she fumbled with the
mechanism, the old lady reached over and gradually
increased the pressure.
"There! How does that feel?"
"Ohhh! Lovely ... lovely! But - haven't you anything
even stronger?"
The old lady gave her another kindly smile.
"I can see you really have a taste for this kind of
pleasure."
"Oh, yes - I have! He -" Natsuko looked shyly at me
from under her lashes "- he taught me."
"Did he now?" the old lady said, bringing me into the
discussion. "You must be very happy together. Now ...
I do have something rather special. I must admit it's
a bit expensive, and I was keeping it to sell to
someone who would really appreciate it. I like to
think that the spirit of a craftsman of the old days
is reaching out to a young girl of today, and she is
keeping his artistry and skill alive by enjoying the
pleasure he created for her. But I expect you'll think
I'm just a sentimental old woman who should be in her
grave ..."
She hunted in a drawer and produced another pair. They
were obviously old and were beautifully engraved, with
a fire-breathing dragon curled round the outer surface
of each.
"They're Chinese," said the old lady. "From the old
days - not the mass-produced stuff we get nowadays.
Oh, I agree the modern designs look very pretty on a
girl, and are efficient enough in enhancing her
pleasure. But these are special. They are part of a
set designed on the orders of an Emperor for the
training of new slaves and concubines. When they were
first brought before him they were too inexperienced
to enjoy the more refined sexual pleasures. I expect
it took you a little while, didn't it dear?"
Natsuko nodded, longing to hear more.
"Well, a new girl would be taken to the dungeons,
stripped naked and chained, and made to wear these. Of
course she was tortured in other clever ways too. The
Emperor would sit behind a secret screen and watch,
and listen to her screams."
Natsuko was speechless with desire. The old lady
removed the earlier clamps for her and fitted her
nipples carefully into the new pair. She gradually
increased the pressure as she went on talking. Natsuko
was whimpering with joy and holding herself upright by
gripping the front of the counter.
"It is said that experts could make the pain mount to
a pinnacle over three days and nights of non-stop
torture, and when that had been attained the girl
would stop begging for mercy and start begging for
more. When the head torturer sensed that was about to
happen, he would run to the Emperor, prostrate
himself, and say, 'Sire, the sun will shortly rise.'
Then the Emperor would go quickly to the dungeon and
sit again behind his little screen, and watch the girl
as she experienced her apotheosis. Then he would step
out from his hiding-place, show himself to the girl,
and honour her by personally bringing her to orgasm,
whipping her perhaps with a beautiful set of lashes
with exquisite jewelled points. Then she would always
know what she owed him: the key to her own private
paradise."
"And then?" said Natsuko, gasping with exquisite
pain-pleasure as the old woman screwed the clamps to
their highest setting.
"Then she would have three more days and nights of
torture, this time designed to enhance her sensuality
and introduce her fully to the new world of pleasure
she had discovered within herself. She would find out
which clever instruments of torture gave her the most
pleasure, and would be encouraged to beg for them.
After that, she would have a day and night of rest,
with no sexual activity allowed; and then she would be
beautifully decorated and admitted to the Emperor's
private quarters. There she would beg to be tortured
again. Sometimes the Emperor would once more do her
the honour of torturing her himself, or if he was
tired he would summon the experts to do it for him
while he watched and was pleasured by other lesser
concubines. But from then on she was always required
when in his presence to wear her discs at the highest
setting."
"And I suppose," I put in, "if she was naughty and
needed to be punished, the punishment was to have her
clamps removed."
"How well you understand. Your girls must be very
happy." She turned back to Natsuko. "Do they hurt,
dear?"
"Yes ... oh _yes_! ... So much ..."
"I'll buy them," I said. "But take them off her for
now."
"I must find you a case for them," said the old lady.
"Something so beautiful needs to be looked after well.
Do you want to go on wearing them?"
"Yes!" said Natsuko.
"No," I said. "I promise you can wear them this
evening. But till then I want you just to think about
them and build up an appetite."
The old lady, obeying a man rather than a girl as was
natural, gently unscrewed the clamps and stowed them
away in a little velvet-covered case. I handed over a
credit card. The price would knock a big hole in the
month's budget. But it was worth it just to see
Natsuko's delight in her new toys - not to mention the
pleasure it would give me and the other men at
tonight's party to see her writhing happily in
delicious agony. And then there would be all those
hours together playing charming games of Emperor and
slave, as I slowly gave way to her entreaties and
gradually increased the pretty clamps' bite.
Natsuko sadly pulled her top down over her now
unadorned breasts. I signed the credit card slip and
slid the little parcel into my jacket pocket.
"Your young lady has a real gift for masochism," said
the old lady quietly. "Has she ever thought of turning
professional?"
"She thinks of nothing else."
"That's good. It would be such a waste not to
encourage her talent. I have connections ... gentlemen
looking for girls who will submit to anything they are
asked at very private events ... they pay well, and of
course you as her protector ..."
"You know, you're the second person who's suggested
that to me this morning. But she's only sixteen."
"Oh, that's not a problem. Some of the girls I
recommend to my clients are quite young. The important
thing is that they should have discovered a love for
pain, as your girl has, and be willing to submit to
really expert torturers before an appreciative
audience. Contact me on this number. And meanwhile
look after her well. She is a valuable property."
"Thank you. And perhaps you can tell me: is there a
dress-shop near here? A shop that sells, you know,
special party dresses?"
"You mean, corsets? Bondage outfits?"
"That sort of thing."
"Just three doors up on the right. Please tell them I
sent you."
"What are we going to buy next?" asked Natsuko,
skipping happily beside me as we walked the few metres
down the narrow street. She stopped suddenly, lifted
one foot onto the metal rail along the path and
pretended to adjust her ankle-strap. She smiled up at
me, making sure I was enjoying the pretty sight as her
tiny skirt rode almost up to her waist. Then she stood
up again and made some pretence of pulling it down to
cover her bottom. For the moment she seemed to be
reconciled to separation from her new breast-clamps;
but I suspected she was just waiting for the right
moment to raise the matter again.
"More things for tonight," I said. "In particular," I
added as we entered the dress-shop, "I want to see you
in a corset."
"A corset, sir?" said the young man in the shop, after
greeting us politely, "for this young lady? I think we
have just the thing, if you will kindly come this
way."
He did indeed. I asked for shiny black, as Natsuko's
colour for the evening ahead, and he at once produced
a selection and laid them out on the counter. Natsuko
and I had no trouble agreeing on a style which
extended from just below her breasts - giving them a
tiny bit of uplift without concealing them - to just
above the swell of her arse. Natsuko held the garment
against herself in the mirror and asked if she might
try it on.
"Of course," said the assistant. "I wonder ... would
the young lady care to remove her blouse? That way she
can get a better idea of how it looks ... and - and
feels ..."
Natsuko at once pulled off her cropped top, politely
described as a blouse, and the young man laced the
corset round her bare waist, zig-zagging the strong
black laces tightly along the metal hooks at the back.
She examined the result critically in the mirror,
looking over her shoulder to check that the edges had
been pulled closely shut.
"Very nice," she said firmly, "but not tight enough.
I'd like to try a size smaller."
"That would be _very_ tight," said the young man
cautiously, "but let's try it if that is what you
would like."
This time her waist was noticeably smaller and her
naked breasts jutted proudly forward; but she was
still not satisfied.
"The edges at the back don't quite meet," she
whispered. "Pull them tighter."
"Let me," I said as the young man hesitated.
I pulled the laces till they cracked and managed to
bring the edges together. Natsuko could hardly breathe
but was satisfied with the result.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" said the
young man as he packed the corset neatly into a
discreet carrier-bag, doing his best to keep his eyes
off Natsuko's breasts - she having flirtatiously
"forgotten" to put on her top.
"May I see that dress over there?" she asked, pointing
to a dummy standing in one of the rear corners of the
shop.
It was a short, slinky minidress in plasticated
material, sleeveless and with nothing remarkable about
it except for the two holes cut to reveal the breasts
fully. Natsuko at once wanted to try it on, asking the
young man if he had it in her size and in silver.
"Oh yes, I'm sure," he said. "We have quite a stock in
different sizes and colours. It's a popular model with
our, er, professional young ladies."
The thought of wearing a dress designed for the sort
of girl she longed to be herself clearly appealed to
Natsuko. She turned her back on the young man with a
show of modesty, and removed her own little skirt
before stepping naked into the dress he handed her. I
zipped it up for her. It was a perfect skin-tight fit
over her nudity; and whatever the style may have done
for the charms of "professional young ladies" it most
certainly did a lot for hers. She looked as if someone
had spray-painted her body from the neck to just below
her bottom with shining silver lacquer, omitting only
her firm young breasts. I could hardly keep my hands
off them as they peeped out invitingly at me through
the holes in her dress. The young man suggested a
matching belt, which Natsuko buckled as tightly as she
could round her slim waist. It made her, if possible,
even more desirable. Obviously she had to have it.
Silently I handed over my credit card again. I had
given up wondering how I was supposed to eat and drink
this month.
"And," said Natsuko firmly, "I shall wear it home."
"Oh, Natsuko-chan, you know you can't."
"I know nothing of the kind!" she said, squaring up to
me.
The young man discreetly withdrew from this argument,
but stayed within hearing.
"Listen, and be sensible for once. You may never _get_
home, and nor will I, if the police see you exposing
yourself like that in public and if they arrest me for
debauching a schoolgirl ..."
"Oh, don't be silly!" She giggled. "_You_ didn't
debauch me. I was _thoroughly_ debauched, as you put
it, before we ever met!" She moved closer to me and
wriggled her silver-lacquered body delightfully.
"Don't you remember where we met - and what I was
wearing?"
"Vividly," I said. "I shall never forget."
She came closer still, and put her arms round my neck.
"Remind me. There were so many parties ..."
"I thought you were nude. Apart from your high heels
and the broad chain belt snugly round your waist. But
then I realised you were wearing the sweetest little
transparent g-string panties ..."
"_They_ didn't stay on me long, did they?"
"No ... no they didn't ... But ..."
"And didn't you enjoy the things we did together?"
"Yes ... of course ... But," I said, pulling away from
her, "that doesn't alter the fact that you are _not_
walking through Tokyo on a busy Saturday half naked.
That is a party dress ..."
"Don't you _want_ to see me walking half naked through
Tokyo? Isn't that one of your secret fantasies? Don't
you _want_ to see me being admired?"
"Of course I do. But not arrested and sent to some
correction facility for sex-crazed girls."
"Don't you _like_ me being sex-crazed?"
"Yes ... no ..."
My head was spinning at this display of feminine
logic. And of course secretly I _did_ want to see her
in public dressed like that: the nuder the better. She
knew that very well.
"Hang on, I've had an idea."
I slipped the little packet out of my pocket.
"Earlier you wanted to wear _these_ all the way
home," I said, opening the velvet-covered box. "Now
I'll do a deal with you. You may wear that wonderful
dress, _and_ your sexy new shoes, all the way home so
long as you screw these little clamps to your breasts.
That way no one can say you're technically indecent,
and I'll have let you do exactly what you want ... as
usual."
Natsuko's eyes were shining with sexual excitement.
"Oh, _yes_! ... Yes, _please_!"
So she changed to the pretty bondage shoes she was to
wear that evening and I lightly fixed the clamps to
her nipples, leaving it to her to adjust their grip to
the level she liked. The young man packed her other
belongings neatly into a carrier bag, and Natsuko gave
him a dazzling smile and a flirtatious wiggle before
leaving the shop. He gave me his card, and hoped we
would be back. I wondered if he, too, had connections
with the local sex industry. Probably - mainly, I
guessed, with the soaplands and the establishments
where young girls were on their knees before a
different customer every fifteen minutes. Natsuko
would like that. She had a fascination with the
sleazier kinds of commercial sex which contrasted
charmingly with her air of youthful innocence.
We had plenty of time before we needed to get ready
for the evening, so after a ramble round Asakusa and a
cheap meal at a lunch-counter we headed for the shops
of Shinjuku. I could tell from Natsuko's innocent face
that she was constantly on the edge of orgasm, and was
holding herself back from it as a man does when he is
enjoying a nude show and wants the pleasure to last.
She was, of course, attracting a lot of attention. Men
looked at her with frank admiration, or even lust: one
was so overwhelmed by her that he walked backwards
into a telegraph post.
The most interesting and - to me - unexpected thing
was the excitement she caused among young girls. It
being a Saturday, wherever we went there were groups
of Office Ladies out shopping, flashing their pretty
legs under their sweet miniskirts, and of schoolgirls
in their uniforms dreaming of being old enough to do
the same. Repeatedly they stopped Natsuko, admired her
and shyly asked where she had bought such a lovely
dress. Each time I showed them the shop's card, and
they carefully noted down the details. Clearly Natsuko
was starting a trend! If I had any head for business I
would have gone back to the shop and insisted on a
commission. But there are times in life when one has
the opportunity to do something for the good of
mankind without thought of profit. If you were around
in Japan in the early 1990s and remember the _bodikon_
or "body-conscious" style favoured by sexy young
girls, ultra short and ultra low-cut dresses which
looked as if they had been painted onto their bodies,
then I believe the fashion began that Saturday
afternoon when Natsuko and I brought it out of the
sex-shops of Asakusa and into the mainstream. So
please be duly grateful. Unfortunately the idea of
displaying the breasts fully naked, with just
nipple-clamps or pasties to preserve (in public at
least) the minimum of decency, didn't catch on. But
the _bodikon_ era was still a great time to be in
Tokyo - if like me you were a man obsessed with young
Japanese girls.
We returned to my apartment with plenty of time still
to spare before getting ready for the party. Natsuko
took off her dress and danced round the room in just
her high heels and nipple-clamps, singing, "Who wants
to fuck me? Who wants to fuck me?"
"About half of Tokyo, I should think," I said.
She giggled delightfully and came to rest with her
back to me, rubbing her bottom lightly against my
erection.
"Mm'mm! And aren't you lucky you're the one who's
going to do it?"
"Not now, Natsuko," I said firmly. "I have a heavy
evening's fucking ahead of me and I need all my
strength."
She continued seducing me with her bottom.
"_I_ shall still have plenty of appetite - however
many times you fuck me now."
"I know. It's not fair," I said. "Girls can go on for
ever - men can't."
"Men are so useless."
"That's one of the first things you said to me, the
evening we met."
"Yes. The wicked man took off the poor innocent little
girl's panties, and forced her to take him in her
mouth while he did the most _disgusting_ things to
her, and then when she was thoroughly debauched - what
a nice word you taught me today - and desperate for a
proper fuck, said he couldn't do it."
It wasn't quite the way I remembered our first
meeting, but it was a nice story.
"Well," she said, turning round in my arms and rubbing
my cock with her cunt, "if you want to hang on to your
precious cum, I'll have to do to you what I did last
Tuesday."
"You and who else?" I said incautiously.
The moment I'd said it I realised it was a mistake.
"You said you wanted to visit us and take the test
again - and promised you'd last more than an hour this
time, didn't you?"
Her hands were undoing the front of my trousers and
preparing to push them and my underpants down to the
floor.
"I'll try. I was thinking of maybe next Tuesday ..."
"Good. We'll be waiting for you." Her left hand was
now lightly stroking my cock, while the fingers of her
right were tickling the crack of my arse. "And you'll
need a _lot_ of practice, 'cos we're going to give you
a _really_ difficult time. You won't last an hour, let
alone longer."
"What makes you think that?"
The middle finger of her right hand was slowly
entering my arse-hole.
"We girls had a meeting to discuss you. We decided we
made it much too easy for you last Tuesday. I told
them all the things I know about you and your
tastes." The finger was now deep inside me and was
tickling my prostate. "And we have a secret weapon."
With her left hand she fitted my cock neatly between
her legs and began to rock slowly to and fro, stroking
its upper surface with her pussy. "You liked little
Sachi, didn't you? The one with the pretty bottom?"
"Er, yes," I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.
"And you've been asking her for a date, haven't you,
some evening when I have to be at home, so you can
explore her pretty bottom all over again?"
Somehow I couldn't find the correct answer to that.
"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed," said Natsuko,
withdrawing her finger from my arse and now using her
right hand to prickle my balls lightly with the tips
of her fingernails. "I know all about that. We girls
have no secrets from each other. And I know she'll
give you a lovely time. But she's promised not to
agree to a date till after we've got our revenge next
Tuesday."
"If you do," I said bravely.
"Of course we will! I told you, Sachi's bottom is our
secret weapon. We decided the way to deal with you is
to chain you to the floor rather than to the wall like
last week."
"Hey!" I said.
"That's just to start with. Then Sachi will slide your
cock ever so slowly into her tight hole, and won't let
you go. You remember what she can do with those arse
muscles of hers?"
I remembered all right.
"While she's doing that, the rest of us will take
turns sitting on your face."
This was beginning to sound rather good.
"I've told everyone how you love it when a girl
suddenly pisses in your mouth without warning."
"Hey!" I said again. "That's not fair!"
"When I discovered how much you enjoyed that, I wrote
it down in my little notebook. The one you told me to
keep. So I would remember what each lover liked
best."
"But that's supposed to be secret!"
"I told you: we girls don't have secrets from each
other. Now, do you really think you can withstand that
treatment for more than an hour?"
I didn't, of course. But I suddenly had an idea.
"Tell me, are you the only girl in your group who
knows about whipping?"
"You mean, being tortured and how lovely it is?"
"That's right."
"I think so. Of course I told them all about it, how
you made me come and come, when you whipped me the
first time. You remember?"
I remembered all right.
"Some of them are frightened," she went on. "But most
are very keen to try it. I don't think they have yet,
though."
"I like whipping girls best when they are frightened
_and_ very keen to try it," I said.
"That's because you're a sadistic beast," said
Natsuko, snuggling against me again. "I _love_ men
like that. Why don't we ..."
"Well, you'll be meeting plenty of sadistic beasts
this evening," I said quickly. "Now, my idea. Suppose
I win on Tuesday. Or some other Tuesday: it sounds as
if it might be rather fun to lose a few times, so you
can think of new ways of testing me. But _when_ I win
..."
I could see Natsuko was about to interrupt, but I
overrode her.
"_When_ I win, how about you bringing a few girls with
you the weekend after so I can give them their first
whipping?"
"Your revenge?"
"No, no ... it would be a sort of reward to them for
being so clever and teasing me so prettily for so
long."
"Well, it's a nice idea," she said thoughtfully. "Can
I be there too? And be whipped, I mean?"
"Of course. It would be no fun without you."
"Wouldn't it be a lot of work for you?"
"Yes, I suppose so," I said with a resigned shrug.
"But I don't mind hard work in a good cause. And of
course we could all go on to the usual Saturday night
party. I'd let my friends know I was bringing a whole
group of sex-crazy schoolgirls so there'd be plenty of
men there to fuck them."
"Couldn't we all go to tonight's sort of party?"
"One day, perhaps," I said carefully. The people I was
taking her to meet tonight had sophisticated tastes
and would be bored by inexperienced schoolgirls. I
sometimes think it is possible to be too
sophisticated. "Once your friends have got beyond just
having their breasts and arses tickled with a whip and
have graduated to real torture."
"Like I have?"
"Like you have. But - look, that's given me another
idea. Why don't I buy a few pairs of nipple-clamps
from the shop we went to this morning? Not the special
ones you have, of course: the cheap modern ones.
They're almost as good. And then you and I can give
them to the members of your Club when they have
reached a certain standard."
"A sort of medal, you mean?" said Natsuko
thoughtfully.
"That's right. Which they must wear always as a secret
sign."
"Oooh, lovely! A secret society of debauched girls
devoted to perverted sex!"
"And I - you and I, I mean - can draw up a series of
tests ... more and more difficult and painful ...
which they have to pass if they want a medal!"
"You're making me hot and juicy," declared Natsuko.
"Tie me up and whip me."
"Oh, no. You're reserved for some _very_ special
things this evening. And it's high time we got you
ready."
"Ooh, yes! Shall I keep my new shoes on?"
"Yes, but those clamps must come off."
"Oh, _no_!"
"Yes. From now on, you do _exactly_ what you are
told."
She stood obediently before me. From the discreet
carrier-bag of the Asakusa dress-shop I produced her
shiny black corset and held it lightly against her.
"Oh, yes, please!" she breathed. "Make it tight -
tight - as tight as you possibly can! Make me
beautiful for them!"
Soon she was panting with pleasure as I bound her
tightly into the cruel corset. Her breasts, their hard
nipples straining towards me and showing how aroused
she was, were almost irresistible. It was then that
she begged me to make the bondage even tighter. I was
afraid the cords of the corset would break - or that
_she_ would - before she was satisfied. But at last
she had to accept that there was nothing more I could
do, or that she could take.
"I look so pretty," she said, in a little breathy
voice, taking little gulps of air every few words.
"It's like being ... remade, new ... a virgin again
... longing to be taken ... for the first time ..."
==
The party was to be held in a large house belonging to
a wealthy foreign businessman. It had taken me several
days of negotiation to get invited: my detailed
description of Natsuko's talents and enthusiasms had
finally won the argument. I did not want to make her
more nervous than she already was, so I had not told
her how much depended on her. I was sure she would not
let me down.
I drove up a short gravelled drive and stopped outside
an imposing front door. A young man dressed in black
checked my name against a list, then looked across me
at Natsuko.
"You are bringing tonight's victim, is that right?" he
asked.
"Yes. Her name is Natsuko."
"She knows what she is in for, does she?"
"Oh, _yes_!" said Natsuko, before I could reply.
The young man walked round to her side and opened the
door for her. Natsuko climbed carefully out of the
car. Instructed by the young man, she left her coat on
her seat, then held out her hands while he clicked
handcuffs onto her wrists. There was a long chain
attached to them, and he led her into the house by it,
telling me curtly to park at the back of the house. It
looked as if my involvement in the party was limited
to providing the "victim", as the young man had put
it.
When I returned to the front door I was worried that I
would not be allowed in - but no one objected as I
made my way to the main room. There were a dozen or
fifteen men there, nearly all naked and splendidly
erect. Natsuko was already the centre of attention,
her wrists handcuffed. She had an ecstatic smile on
her face as she looked at the erections pointing at
her. I wondered if she realised how much she would
have to endure before being allowed to enjoy them.
More interesting from my point of view were the six
beautiful naked girls kneeling on the floor. Each wore
broad cuffs of polished steel on her wrists and
ankles, and a matching collar fitting snugly round her
neck. They were kneeling because their wrist cuffs
were padlocked to the corresponding ankle cuffs; and
their upper bodies were forced into exquisite arcs by
short chains running from the backs of their collars
to their ankles. The man nearest me was straddling one
of the girls as her tongue and lips sucked his balls.
A clever idea, I thought: girls arranged as helpless
fucking machines for the use of guests as they liked.
I went over to an unoccupied girl: she opened her
mouth obediently as I examined her more closely. Her
nipples were pierced by steel rings, and there was a
matching stud fitted to her navel. I knelt beside her
and felt her pussy, making her moan with desire. As I
had thought, her cunt lips were similarly fitted each
side with a little row of steel rings, and there was
another metal decoration piercing her flesh at the
uppermost point of her pussy, just above her clitoris.
It was a little hook and a tiny steel bar with a
curved end hung from it - at present motionless like
herself in her kneeling, bent back posture. I flicked
it with a finger: it rose, and then its point fell
heavily onto her clit. She moaned again. I had read
about such devices: at every movement the girl made,
at every step she took, the little hammer would tap
against her love-button, keeping her in a permanent
state of near-orgasm. Assuming, of course, that she
was naked under her skirt, as I was sure she always
was. I wondered whether Natsuko had yet noticed this
exquisite set of steel jewellery, and how long it
would be before she started begging to be similarly
equipped and pierced.
I turned away, and looked to see what had happened to
the star of the evening. Her hands had been freed from
the simple handcuffs in which she had entered the
room, and men were fitting her with steel cuffs and a
collar matching those worn by the beautiful submissive
girls. When they had finished, the host said:
"Why are you here, Natsuko?"
"Please, to be tortured," she replied in a little
breathy voice.
Good, I thought. A simple request for punishment would
hardly stimulate the appetites of these sophisticates.
Exquisite torture of willing victims was more in their
line.
"Have you been trained in masochism?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, looking towards me. "My Master
..."
He turned to me.
"I have trained her to the best of my ability," I said
without waiting to be asked. "She has a great natural
talent. But she has much more to learn. That is why I
have brought her here tonight."
"Good. She knows, of course, that we make no
exceptions - that she must endure everything that the
victims before her have endured?" He gestured vaguely
at the kneeling girls on the floor.
"Yes," I said.
"Oh, yes. _Please_!" said Natsuko.
The host ignored her.
"She has not yet been pierced. In her breasts, her
cunt ..." It was a statement, not a question. "Girls
who join our group must be pierced with steel
decorations in the way we have prescribed."
"I know," I said, even though I had not till a few
moments ago. "She is keen to undergo it. But there are
difficulties. She is still at school ... her teachers
... her parents ..."
"Well," he said, "let us begin."
Natsuko's steel wrist-cuffs were locked together and
attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The
chain was raised till she was standing on tiptoe.
Another beautiful slave-girl, her nudity decorated
like the others' but not forced into the kneeling
position, brought a tray of whips and canes. Those men
who wanted to participate in Natsuko's torture chose
their implements; others elected only to watch and
beckoned to kneeling slaves to crawl forward and give
them extra stimulation with their ready, open mouths.
I will say Natsuko did well for a beginner. The men
took it in turns to apply their sophisticated
instruments to her bottom, thighs and breasts, and she
responded by twisting and turning attractively under
the lashes, squealing and begging them to stop,
begging for more, till she herself hardly knew the
difference.
But that was just the beginning. One end of a steel
pole was attached to her collar, and the other, the
pole passing between her breasts and along the cruel
beautiful corset, to her ankle-cuffs - now locked
together. The pole was shorter than Natsuko and forced
her to lean forward. Other chains descended from the
ceiling and were attached to her ankles and collar,
while another tightly embraced her corseted waist.
Together they lifted her into space, pulling her body
into a whole variety of abstract shapes as the whips
and canes continued to torment and delight her.
Then it was time for some electric shock torture. I
could see now why the steel body jewellery was so
important to this group's rituals: wires would
normally be attached to the rings fixed to the chosen
victim's breasts and cunt. But they managed without,
fixing the clips firmly to Natsuko's nipples,
cunt-lips and clitoris. For this she was returned to
her earlier standing position, but new steel poles
were fixed to her, stretching her arms and legs apart.
Her pretty black shoes were removed and her feet were
instead fixed to curved steel platforms shaped like
shoes with the highest heels I had ever seen her wear.
Each toe had its own special socket at the front of
the platform, and the ingenious shoes were bound to
her feet by narrow steel straps. The Master controlled
the electrical current from a keypad passed to him by
one of the nude slaves.
"Are you ready, Natsuko?" he enquired.
"Yes, Master," came a breathy, nervous little voice I
hardly recognised, "your slave is ready."
"This will be quite a new experience for you, I
think," he said.
"Yes - your slave is longing for it."
He began to press buttons on the keypad, and as the
current flowed tingling through her sensitive flesh
Natsuko began to writhe and scream. I could now
understand the point of the steel shoes: each little
toe was being given its own individual level of
torment. The chains began to lift her again, and soon
Natsuko was hanging high up near the ceiling,
stretched into a star shape. The Master turned to his
lieutenants.
"I think we can leave her up there for a while, don't
you? I'll set the keypad to 'random' so she won't know
what to expect."
"Aren't we going to fuck her?" asked one of the men.
"Oh, yes. I thought we might use the wheel tonight."
"Good."
"But not quite yet. Meanwhile let's leave her to
scream for half-an-hour or so. Her screams are
unsophisticated but have a certain naive charm, don't
you think?"
Without waiting for an answer he adjusted the settings
on his keypad, then walked over to an unoccupied slave
and set her to work sucking his erect cock. As a
newcomer I had to wait till one was free to attend to
me.
By the time the half-hour had ended, Natsuko's screams
had settled into a steady moaning, rising and falling
with the electricity surging through her. The Master
decreed a pause before the next part of the evening.
Natsuko was lowered to the floor and freed from the
equipment fixed to her body. The slave-girls too were
released from their bonds and stood up cautiously,
flexing their cramped muscles. They gathered round
Natsuko, congratulating her on her performance so far,
and taking her off to the bathroom to be cleaned and
prettified.
As always after a profound sexual experience, Natsuko
returned from the bathroom looking fresh and innocent.
She was still wearing her corset and now wore her
black high-heeled shoes - and of course the steel
ankle- and wrist-cuffs fitted earlier in the evening.
The Master addressed the bevy of nude slave-girls.
"You know what's coming next?"
They giggled and wriggled. They knew.
"Who'd like to be her partner?"
"Oh, me!" "Please me!" "I haven't done it for weeks!"
they begged eagerly.
The Master turned to me.
"Well, she's your girl. You choose her partner."
The girls gathered round me imploringly. I suddenly
had an idea.
"Which is the youngest?"
"Asako, you're the youngest, aren't you?" the Master
said; and then without waiting for an answer turned to
me, "You like them young, do you?"
"Oh yes," I said firmly. "And it's especially nice to
hear them scream."
"Yes, introducing a young girl to pain is very
satisfying. Asako, you'd better get into a corset and
heels like hers."
Asako and some of the girls vanished into another
room. She soon reappeared tightly bound into a shiny
black corset and teetering on high stiletto heels. The
combination with the steel rings piercing her breasts
and cunt was delightfully pretty. I could see Natsuko
thought so too.
"Right, you two," instructed the Master, when he had
finished testing Asako's corset for tightness: "on
hands and knees, bottom to bottom."
Both girls' wrist-cuffs were locked together, but
instead of locking their ankles the slave-girls
quickly bound their lower legs together with rope, so
that Natsuko's right was firmly tied to Asako's left
and vice versa. As they knelt back-to-back unable to
move apart, their bottoms rested sweetly against each
other.
"Now the electrics," said the Master.
A little microphone attached to a small black box was
placed in front of each girl's face. Each was wired to
the girls' breasts and cunts, Asako's wires clipped
direct to Natsuko's bare nipples and clitoris,
Natsuko's to the rings piercing Asako's. I began to
understand. This was going to be fun! Next a thick
double-ended dildo in shining metal was inserted first
into Asako's cunt and then into Natsuko's, and their
legs tied even more firmly together so that the girls
could not pull apart from each other more than a
centimetre or two. The Master pressed a button and the
girls began to squirm as the metal bar vibrated and
wriggled inside them delivering its random electrical
tingling.
"You get the idea?" said the Master to me. "They can't
escape from it - and the nice thing is, they're not
masturbating solo, each girl is stimulating the other.
The more one girl wriggles, the more the other end of
the instrument excites her partner and makes her
wriggle too. Don't they look pretty?"
They certainly did. But I was sure this expert sadist
had more in mind for his slaves than just making them
look pretty and squeal happily in their lust. I was
right: the Master pressed another button.
"Sound on!" he remarked briefly.
Now Natsuko's squeals into the microphone in front of
her started to deliver electric current to Asako's
breasts and cunt, and Asako's screams in response
delivered ever-increasing torment to Natsuko's nipples
and clit in return. As the Master had said, the lovely
thing about this equipment was that each girl was
stimulating the other, and the more she made her
partner scream the more intense the electric shocks
she received in return. The two girls were coming
endlessly now, wriggling their bottoms against each
other as much as their ropes would allow and
interspersing their screams with love and thanks to
each other.
"Charming, isn't it?" said the Master. "Well, let's
leave them to it for a while. When they're both nicely
warmed up we can do some really enjoyable things to
them."
There was a bar at one end of the room, serviced by a
pretty slave-girl, wearing only the glittering steel
cuffs and piercings of the standard uniform for slaves
in this house. She smiled charmingly and asked me what
I would like to drink. My throat was dry from the
excitement of watching Natsuko enjoying herself and I
asked for a beer.
"Sapporo Black Label, if you have it," I added.
"Of course, sir!"
She looked submissively towards the Master. He nodded
briefly and she prepared a malt whisky and water,
obviously his regular drink. At a gesture from the
Master I joined him in a pair of comfortable leather
armchairs. Another slave-girl stepped from behind the
bar. I thought at first she was carrying a tray, but
then I noticed her wrist-cuffs were locked behind her
back. One edge of the tray was fixed to a steel belt
fitted snugly round her slim waist. The other was held
steady by two chains clipped to the rings in her
nipples. The girl behind the bar placed our drinks on
the tray, and she knelt carefully between us in an
upright position, her tray forming a convenient table
for us. She was completely motionless and there was
not a ripple in either glass - even when the Master
casually stroked and patted her bottom.
I nodded approvingly and smiled at the girl. She
remained as immobile as a statue.
"She's been specially trained," said the Master. "She
knows she is not allowed to move a muscle. And if she
spills even a drop of the drinks she will be punished
very severely. Try if you like."
His hand had moved round to the girl's crotch and was
casually flicking the little metal hammer poised over
her clitoris. Watching her carefully I thought I could
just detect her breath coming a little faster as the
clever decoration tapped repeatedly against her
love-button - nothing more.
I decided not to take advantage of her, enjoyable
though it might have been for both of us. Instead I
turned to my host.
"Very charming," I said. "The perfect waitress. Are
all your slaves trained to serve like this?"
"No - it requires a special temperament. I don't force
my slaves to attempt things for which they are not
fitted. I am a sadist, but not randomly cruel. My aim
is to torture girls in ways that give them the
greatest sexual pleasure. That way we both enjoy it."
He paused and looked sharply at me. I nodded to show I
understood.
"Not every girl is capable of restraining her outward
sexual excitement as perfectly as she is. If we could
look inside this slave's head I expect we would see
the most torrential orgasm kept under iron control so
that it is not betrayed by the slightest movement. It
forces the orgasm inwards so that it is purely
mental." With the hand that had been flicking the
little steel hammer against her clitoris he began to
stroke her arse, one finger briefly entering her anus.
She remained entirely motionless. "She is probably
having a kind of out-of-body experience and hardly
knows where she is. She is very gifted. The first time
I whipped her - just generally, you see, trying to
establish what she enjoyed most - I was struck by how
she made no response. It annoyed me at first: I
thought she was challenging me, holding out on me. So
I whipped her even harder."
"Of course."
"Then I understood that she was internalising the
pleasure, the way I described. So then the challenge
was to design new tortures for her that would raise
her out-of-body experiences to the highest pitch. We
men should be so lucky!"
I thought for a moment that my regular hour - more
than an hour - of sexual torment by Natsuko and her
little friends verged on an out-of-body experience. I
must try to feel it that way next time. The idea
restored my attention to what was happening to Natsuko
now.
"That's a clever piece of equipment you are using on
my girl," I said thoughtfully. "Just right for
beginners. You know, young girls who are just
discovering sex and haven't got much further than
playing with their schoolfriends. Tickling each
other's breasts and bottoms after gym."
Of course Natsuko had got much further than that, but
I wanted him and his friends to discover her talents
for themselves.
"That's an idea," he said. "It would be nice to watch,
as a sort of interlude. I must ask the girls if they
have any young friends they could bring along." He
took a mouthful of his drink, then put it down again
on the slave's motionless tray. "But you don't think
we'd be training them up to be lesbians?"
"All young Japanese girls are a bit lesbian," I said.
"It's part of their charm. Fortunately it's balanced
by an equally strong father fixation."
Another beautiful slave-girl came over to us and bowed
respectfully. Her steel jewellery tinkled and
glittered in the light.
"Excuse me, Masters," she said, "we think you should
know that the newcomer has fainted."
"Thanks," he said. "We'll come over and take a look in
a moment."
When we had finished our drinks and returned to the
scene of action, Natsuko was lying collapsed on the
carpet as far as her bonds would allow. Her bottom was
wriggling spasmodically against Asako's but she was no
longer screaming.
"Often happens," said the Master. "She'll be floating
now, in some kind of heaven of her own. But I'll bring
her down gradually."
Slowly the pulsing of the double dildo ceased, and the
girls were released. I sat on the floor beside Natsuko
and rested her head on my lap. At last she opened her
eyes.
"Ohhh!" she said. And then "Ohhh!" again, a great sigh
of contentment. "That was _marvellous_!" She raised
her head and looked around. She held out her arms to
Asako, who quickly joined her. For a moment I had both
girls squirming together on my lap. It was a good
moment.
"Oh, Asako!" she said. "Oh, I love you!"
"I love you too, Natsuko," said Asako.
The two girls scrambled up and, their arms round each
other's tightly corseted waists, started off towards
the wash-room. Then they stopped and kissed
passionately.
"What was that you were saying about lesbianism?" said
the Master, with a grin.
"It makes it even more fun to fuck them," I said,
"knowing they may be secretly dreaming of a
girl-friend." I looked after the two girls till they
had disappeared, teetering delightfully together on
their heels. "Now didn't you say something about a
wheel? Something tells me Natsuko will enjoy that,
whatever it is."
The promised equipment was ready for her when she and
her new friend returned. It was in fact a double
circular steel frame: two wheels, with cross-bars
between them, standing about a metre and a half high
and turning freely within a stand. Natsuko was
fascinated by it, obviously longing to discover what
it would do to her.
"Now, Natsuko," said the Master, "you have done well
so far, and this is your final reward. And ours, of
course."
"Thank you," she said softly.
"We shall leave you in your corset. It looks pretty on
you, and you obviously enjoy wearing it. And of course
your steel cuffs and collar."
The slaves neatly tied her hair so that it would not
be caught in the machinery. Then they made her stand
with the curve of the wheel behind her, and fixed her
to it leaning backwards in a taut semicircle.
"Is there anything else you would like before we
start?" asked the Master.
"If it's all right," said Natsuko in a sweet little
voice from the top of the wheel, her face towards the
ceiling, "may I wear my nipple-clamps?"
"She has a special pair she loves," I explained
quickly, and went to where I had left my clothes. I
handed the clamps to the Master.
"Did you give her these?" he asked, examining them.
"They are a generous gift for so young a girl.
Antiques, I think. Does she deserve them?"
"Yes," I said firmly. "And they give her something to
live up to in future."
"Very well. Perhaps you'd better fit them on her."
The big wheel to which Natsuko was fixed could be
turned on its bearings to any desired position. I
turned it a little towards me so that I could
conveniently reach her breasts. They were flattened
somewhat against her chest from the backward-leaning
curve in which she was bound. She quivered and moaned
slightly as I attached the clamps to her erect
nipples.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" she murmured as I twisted
them tight.
"Nice?" I asked.
"Wonderful!" she replied. "What are they going to do
to me?"
"Well, I think this wheel can be turned to any
position." I turned it slowly through 360 degrees,
Natsuko's body of course travelling with it. "So you
see," I continued as she returned to her original
position, "your mouth and cunt can be arranged
conveniently for fucking from any angle."
"Ooh, what _fun_!"
And so it was, for all of us. From Natsuko's point of
view the best was when she was laid out on the top of
the wheel so that one man could take her cunt, another
could take her mouth, and two others could stand
either side and whip her breasts, stomach and thighs.
After we had all taken her as many times as we could
manage, we tried another game. She was released from
the wheel, turned on her front and bound to it again.
It was then turned fast, and as she span quickly round
on it, letting out little cries of excitement, we
whipped her, aiming as best we could at her bottom.
When it was all over, the Master spoke to me.
"Your girl is a success. She has talent, and loves the
work. She may come again as a slave whenever she
likes. But there is a condition. I told you what we
require."
"Yes, but ..."
"I understand your difficulties. But you, and she,
will have to find some way of overcoming them. We make
no exceptions about the - er - uniform, shall I say?
that our slaves are required to wear." He smiled. "I
think _she_ will find a way. She is desperate to be
used by us again. It is her vocation. Or a part of it,
at least. It would be a shame to prevent her."
==
Before we fell asleep that night Natsuko had something
important to say.
"I want," she said, "to have my breasts and navel and
pussy pierced and fitted with rings and things the way
those girls had."
"Oh, darling," I said desperately, "I want you to have
that too. But you know it's impossible."
"Why is it impossible? If I want to go to parties at
that house again as a slave - and I _do_, I do! - I
_must_ have it done. You heard what the Master said."
"Natsuko, for Heaven's sake be realistic. I'll buy you
the steel cuffs and collar any time you like."
"And the chain?"
"And the chain."
"Didn't those slave-girls look _beautiful_ kneeling
like that for the men to use? With that lovely chain
attaching their necks to their ankles? It must have
felt wonderful to be forced into that lovely position.
Didn't you think they were beautiful?"
"Yes, very," I said shortly. "And incredibly
arousing."
"There you are then. Don't you want me to look
incredibly arousing?"
"Of course I do. And I've said I'll buy you the cuffs
and things. They're not permanent. You can wear them
when you're with me and keep them here. You'll look
lovely wearing them. And chained like that. But you
can't have the body piercing and the rings. Not yet."
"But I must! Asako told me she'd just recently been
accepted as a slave at those parties, like me, and of
course she has to have the decorations. She said
having them fitted was a thrilling experience, and
wearing them feels absolutely lovely ... Oh, isn't
Asako _beautiful_? She's promised to be my friend. Her
school is quite near mine and she gave me her number.
We're going to meet next week. _Ohhh_!" she said,
looking angelic, "I so want us to make love together
again." She giggled naughtily. "Wouldn't you like to
watch?"
"Very much," I said. "Isn't she older than you?"
"No, she's sixteen too. And, d'you know, she wants to
be a nude model and a sex actress just like I do.
She's already done some modelling and has had lots of
offers to appear in clubs and videos. Oh, isn't she
_wonderful_? She's promised to help me get started."
"Photographers and directors won't want you with
permanent body piercings, now, will they?" I said.
As I started saying it it seemed a good argument. I
immediately realised it wasn't.
"They want Asako like that!" said Natsuko
triumphantly. "And so they'll want me! And I must have
them! Asako showed me hers when we were in the
bathroom together, and told me all about them.
Especially the lovely little steel hammer thing that
taps against your clit every time you move. She said
it was wonderful. There was no way she could escape
from it, and it drove her mad with desire. Don't you
want _me_ to be mad with desire? Always?"
She reached out and began to stroke my erection. Soon
I knew she would start to slide her finger up my arse,
and I would lose all control.
"Yes, of course I do."
"Every time I move, every step I take, the little
hammer bringing me to the brink of orgasm ..."
"So long as you're not wearing panties to hold it
still."
"Well, obviously, I wouldn't be, would I? So can I
have it done?"
"But how are you going to hide all this metal from
your mother? Or from your school?"
"There must be a way. There _must_ be. Asako has them.
After all, body piercing and jewellery is quite
fashionable now."
"Well," I said, compromising as usual, "you find a way
of stopping your mother and your school interfering,
and I'll pay for you to have it done."
"Including the little hammer tap-tap-tapping against
my clit?"
"Certainly including that."
"Ohhh ... don't you think I'll look beautiful
decorated like those slaves were?"
"Yes I do," I said, doing my best to keep my voice
steady.
"And I can go to parties wearing nothing else ..."
"Of course."
"And be chained up as a slave ready to do _anything_
the men want ..."
"Yes."
"And then we come back here ... and you will take me
to your torture-chamber and whip me till I faint with
pleasure, like I did with Asako this evening?"
"Yes, certainly."
"And when we go out I can walk down the street wearing
all my new decorations under just a teeny, teeny
microskirt ... topless ... no panties ..."
"Now, hang on a minute."
"Well, you just said I could never wear panties again
once I had my cunt decoration fitted."
"That wasn't _quite_ what I said."
"Anyway, if you won't let me be topless in public I
can wear my lovely new nipple-clamps like I did
today."
"Yes, but ..."
"Won't you be proud of me looking so beautiful and
desirable? Where everyone can see me and want me and
envy you for having me?"
"Well, yes, of course, but ..."
"And me mad with desire, all the time, like I said?"
As usual I had lost the argument.
FOOTNOTES
[8] If you haven't yet tried out butterfly clamps on
your girls, may I recommend them? They look like
straightforward metal pincers but are designed so that
the more you pull on the little chains - or she does
when she's discovered what they do - the tighter the
jaws bite. One way of getting the best out of them is
to attach the chains to her collar, so that the more
she writhes in agony the more pain the jaws deliver.
Delightful!
[Next in Part 10: Chapter X: Sachi: A Birthday Party]
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