Learning_About_Myself.17

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 17

CHAPTER XVII

Roido-san's Party

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

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

==

Clinging excitedly to Ken's arm, I danced onto our 
hosts' big lawn one warm evening two weeks later. From 
distant corners of the garden I could hear the pretty 
squeals of girls being whipped and fucked, making me 
already long to share in their happiness. The summer 
evening was still light and I could see couples 
standing together on the grass, murmuring as their 
hands explored each other, or coupling passionately on 
the _futons_ and mats laid out for them. More 
intriguing were the figures I could now make out under 
the trees, girls hanging by their wrists and twisting 
from side to side as their lovers played with their 
helpless bodies or sent long lashes whistling round 
their nakedness. I was of course wearing the 
glittering silver harness Matsumoto-san had given me, 
set off by matching high-heels and, screwed firmly to 
my breasts, pretty metal discs from which long 
decorations swung and tinkled. The lips of my shaved 
pussy pouted longingly between the tight straps of the 
harness.

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, sir," said Ken formally.

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

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

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

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

"I am Hanako, sir," I said.

"And how old are you?"

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

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

"Thank you, sir."

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

"Those are pretty," said Roido-san as I came vertical 
again. "They're not real nipple-clamps, though. are 
they?"

"No, I'm afraid not," I said sadly. "They're just sort 
of, you know, clips."

"You like wearing clamps? Real ones?"

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

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

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

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

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

We walked through the big reception room and out into 
the garden. Most of the girls were wearing sexy 
harnesses like mine, but some were in party dresses. 
Ken explained that Roido-san liked to have a few girls 
at his parties who were new there and hadn't been told 
they were expected to take part in an evening of 
endless sex. It was so sweet, said Ken, to watch them 
begin to understand, and drop their inhibitions along 
with their clothes. And once they had discovered the 
joys of party sex they would, of course, be eager to 
join wholeheartedly in the fun - as I was about to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, may I really choose?"

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

I felt as if I wanted them all, they were so 
beautiful! But after a while I found the sort of 
instrument I loved best, with many long thin lashes in 
what I now know is called whipcord, decorated with 
tiny hard knots along their length. Nearly all were in 
pure white with just a few in bright red. It was such 
a nice effect, and I tried to imagine how teasingly 
pretty the lashes would look as they kissed me. As I 
ran them through my fingers, the prospect of being 
tickled and excited by this lovely instrument made my 
heart beat so fast I nearly fainted. Ken quickly 
slipped his arm round my waist to support me.

"You like him?" he asked.

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

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

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

"Look!" said Ken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are those for?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"May I keep my breast decorations?" I asked 
hesitantly.

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

I gave the little toys a further twist, enjoying the 
extra sensation they granted me.

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

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

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

"Oh, please don't hurt me! Oh, _please_! Be kind to me 
..."

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

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

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

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

"Then why ..."

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

"But ..."

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

After a short pause I heard the _gaijin_ man say,

"I shall never understand Japanese girls."

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

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

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

"But why ..."

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

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

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

"Hands and knees," he ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pulled myself together and remembered my party 
manners.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

I scrambled to my feet and stood submissively before 
him.

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

"Did you now? That's good."

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

Before Ken could say anything someone else had joined 
us.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, it did," I said shyly.

"Do you love being whipped so much?"

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

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

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

"But anyway," she went on in her cultivated 
little-girl voice, "I'm so glad you've discovered the 
whip. How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I hope so, too," I murmured. "Oh, I do hope so." [26]

With an effort, I returned to reality.

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

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

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

"Give me your hands."

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

"Put your arms round the tree."

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

"Feet apart."

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

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

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

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

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

"Help me up," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Er ... how do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


FOOTNOTE

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


[Next in Part 18: Chapter XVIII: I Take Charge]

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