Learning_About_Myself.18

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 18

CHAPTER XVIII

I Take Charge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's my next phone-call."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seven, I hope - including me."

"All experienced?"

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

"Whipping?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you planning to call your group?"

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

"The Chain Gang," I said firmly.

"Yes. I like it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, how pretty!" I said.

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

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

==

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

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

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

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

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

"So are you both!" I responded.

They were, too. As usual they were wearing cute little 
outfits, identical except that one was in red and the 
other in blue. Today they had each chosen tight, 
low-slung shorts and a sweet little sleeveless top 
with a high neck but cropped just below the breasts to 
leave their slim tummies bare. The material was shiny 
and if it had borne company logos they would have 
looked just like pretty race queens. [27] They must 
have had an interesting time on the journey here, I 
thought - in fact they had surely been propositioned 
so often and had so many opportunities to let 
themselves be picked up it was a miracle they had made 
it at all!

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

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

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

"Well ..." said Masumi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was lovely ..." she said slowly. "And before I 
said good-bye I gave them my e-mail address. A few 
days later I had an e-mail with a big attachment. It 
was an edited version of the video they made! It was 
so professional. And, do you know, I hadn't realised, 
but they had put up a sign at the parking-place 
reading 'Would you like to play with me? [28] Whatever 
you like: only Y10,000'!"

Kin and Gin burst into giggles.

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

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

"You mean ..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And then you have sex together?"

"Of _course_! With the two of us, we often do some 
lesbian to start with, just to get us all in the right 
state of pleasure, then one sits on his erection and 
the other sits on his face. And we swap round from 
time to time. Such fun! And then he comes, and thanks 
us, and leaves, and we rinse off and dry each other, 
and clean up the bathroom, and then it's time for the 
next client! Lovely!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled at me shyly.

"Good afternoon, Mistress Sayaka," he said.

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

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

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

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

"Not black. Gold," said Kin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had their attention now, all right.

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

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

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

No one disagreed with that.

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

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

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

"What shall we call ourselves?" asked Masumi.

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

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

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

"Yes?"

"May I speak, Mistresses?"

"Of course."

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

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

No one objected. I began to explain my Plan.


FOOTNOTES

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

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


[Next in Part 19: Chapter XIX: The Chain Gang]

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