I AM NOT ASHAMED 13

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 03: I AM NOT ASHAMED
BY KIMIKO KOBAYASHI AND MEGUMI KATO

CHAPTER XIII

Interlude

The next morning, trim and demure in my Office Lady 
uniform and bearing one of the company's smart 
carrier bags, I arrived punctually for work at the 
Shinagawa Electronics Corporation. It was Tomoko's 
day in charge of the reception desk in our office 
and she was already speaking on the telephone, while 
Shizue was nowhere to be seen: I supposed she was 
either late or still in the ladies' room adjusting 
her make-up. Standing beside her desk I began to 
unload my carrier bag, placing the items it 
contained neatly beside her keyboard: the 
video-camera with its tape, the instructions I had 
received, and - trying hard to suppress my feelings 
of pride - the unopened Sanwa Bank envelope 
containing the emergency money which I had not 
needed. I hesitated for a while about the beautiful 
clothes she and Tomoko had lent me for my adventure, 
but then decided it could lead to trouble with our 
boss if such feminine items were seen lying around 
on Shizue's desk. I left them neatly folded as they 
were, and placed the bag on the floor where she 
would find it. 

I had no sooner settled behind my own desk and 
switched on my computer terminal than Shizue 
appeared, doing her best to suppress a yawn. 

"Good morning, Shizue," I said politely. 

"Morning, Kimiko! So you're back all right." 

"Did you have a pleasant weekend?" 

"Oh, yes! Wonderful! I can't say I enjoy coming to 
work this morning, though." She glanced at me with 
an air of superiority. "Did anything exciting happen 
to you?" 

"I had a very pleasant weekend, thank you," I said 
primly. 

"Well, I know you went on your journey because our 
friend in Osaka told us you had checked in with her. 
But she said you were calling from Kyoto." 

She had reached her desk by then and picked up the 
video-tape I had carefully placed there. 

"Well, I suppose the evidence is all on here. We'll 
take a look at it at lunchtime." 

She put it to one side with the camera, and briefly 
checked the envelope of cash before stuffing it into 
her handbag. I pretended to be busy with my computer 
screen and made no reply. 

Because of her duties in charge of the telephone 
Tomoko was unable to join Shizue and me at 
lunchtime, but she made arrangements with a friend 
in the administration department for the two of us 
to have the use of a viewing room. We carefully 
locked the door and settled down to see what the 
tape would show. I was desperately eager myself to 
see it, and it had cost me a huge struggle at home 
last night not to watch it privately before going to 
bed. Only the impossibility of keeping it from my 
mother had in the end prevented me. Of course I 
hoped that watching it would bring back all the 
excitement of the wonderful things David had done to 
me, but what I really longed to see was my encounter 
with the unknown man who had whipped and caned me so 
magnificently. What was he like, and what had he 
actually done to me? How had David reacted - had he 
found it arousing to see me used by another man? I 
did so hope the camera had somehow captured what I 
wanted to know. 

The video began of course with David and me clowning 
before the camera at the Silver Pavilion, filmed by 
the serious young bridegroom who was now, I hoped, 
learning to give true pleasure to his inexperienced 
little wife. Then Shizue was hugging me with 
excitement as the tape showed me stripping naked for 
David, sucking his cock, making love to him ... By 
agreement we fast-forwarded through my touristy 
shots of Pontocho, then settled down together while 
I relived the rest of the evening. 

We had forgotten to video our joyous after-dinner 
sucking and fucking, but David had carefully 
recorded the cat-o'-nine-tails flickering over my 
helplessly roped body. I was so glad he had filmed 
that! Now I would always have this precious memory 
of my first encounter with the whip, of how quickly 
I had become, as David had promised, addicted to its 
joys. From now on no love-making session would ever 
fully satisfy me unless it culminated in a whipping. 
Whipping! The very word made me tingle with 
pleasure. Shizue was almost as excited as I was, 
grabbing my arm as the lashes danced over my naked 
body and unable to take her eyes off the screen. 

"Was it wonderful? Was it _really_ wonderful?" she 
kept asking me, though she had only to watch to know 
the answer. 

But of course I knew there was much more to come. 
From time to time I caught a glimpse of the slim, 
black length of the cane, lying there so elegantly 
on the white sheet, quietly waiting its turn. At 
last the whipping scene ended and was succeeded by 
lovingly detailed shots of me lying bound, gagged 
and blindfolded on the bed, wriggling helplessly in 
the flood of sensation from my dildos and David's 
fiendishly ingenious nipple-clamps. Soon I would 
know what I longed to know. 

The video faded to black, then gradually started 
again with me still writhing in ecstasy. Off camera 
I heard David inviting the stranger to make use of 
me. He was coming. Soon I would see what sort of a 
man he was. 

Suddenly David was moving into range. For a moment I 
was puzzled: had the video somehow returned to an 
earlier scene? Then I understood: oh, how _dared_ he 
make fun of me like that, letting me think I was 
about to experience the ultimate in sexual 
subjection and then secretly taking me himself? But 
as the scene progressed I realised how good he had 
been to me: letting me experience the joy of 
complete self-abandonment to any man who wanted to 
use me, while sparing me the dangers which he had 
earlier so graphically described. And indeed it 
_was_ he who had taught me to relish the white-hot 
fire of the cane as I had so desperately begged him 
to do! I felt myself gasping with excitement, 
reliving the thrill of each stroke, as David brought 
the slim leather-covered instrument hissing down 
onto my willing flesh. Dear Shizue held me in her 
arms as the memory shuddered through me, almost 
causing me to faint as I had done from the power of 
the original. She knew from experience what I was 
feeling, I was sure of that now. Somehow, though, I 
was able to concentrate on the screen, and was 
rewarded by the answer to another question: after I 
had fainted David continued caning me for a while 
longer, then - yes, he took me from behind in the 
cunt, plunging his cock into the bubbling flood of 
juice. In my dreams something like that had 
certainly happened, and I was so glad that David had 
indeed taken his reward for all the happiness he had 
given me. He must have known that by continuing to 
torment and pleasure me while I was unconscious he 
was granting me dreams of exquisite glory. 

Shizue was still hugging me. 

"That was _fantastic_, Kimiko! Oh, you lucky, 
_lucky_ girl!" 

"Yes," I said in a very little voice, "I was so 
lucky. And I owe it all to you. And Tomoko. If you 
hadn't sent me on my Test ..." 

There was more to come, and we settled down to watch 
David, filmed from an odd angle, anointing my 
breasts and face with a golden stream of piss as I 
knelt in the shower to receive his gift. Then, after 
we skipped some more tourist shots at the Kiyomizu 
Temple, the tape cut straight to a scene of me tied 
to a tree as David again delighted me with his cat. 
It had been my first experience of outdoor nudity 
and sex. At the time I had been too excited to 
appreciate it properly, but I could see now that I 
had discovered something else that would be of great 
importance to my sexual life. 

At last came what I knew would be the final scene on 
the tape. I was in the tattooist's chair, 
blindfolded and lightly restrained, nude below the 
waist and receiving the gentle prickle of his 
needles. David finished with a close-up of the 
finished works imprinted on my crotch, then the 
screen was covered with fuzzy lines till the player 
detected the end of the recording and switched to a 
uniform blue. Shizue pulled me out of my seat and 
kissed me. 

"Oh, you were wonderful!" she cried. "You're the 
most marvellous submissive I've ever known! Just 
wait till I show this to the others. They won't be 
able to believe it!" She paused for a moment. "What 
does it feel like when you submit to the whip like 
that?" 

"I think you know yourself, Shizue," I said, too 
exhausted even to try to reply. 

"Well, yes - I do; but how does it feel for _you_?" 

"Wonderfully helpless, of course," I said slowly, 
trying to find the words, "and yet not helpless 
because I _choose_ to submit of my own free will; 
and ashamed, yet not ashamed because I have 
abandoned my right to a choice; afraid of what is 
going to be done to me, and yet not afraid because I 
adore and trust the beautiful instruments which are 
to torture me so lovingly. Above all the glorious 
pain and the incredible pleasure coming together in 
a sort of explosion ..." I struggled with words and 
ideas for a while, then suddenly thought of 
something my sister Fumiko had said. "It's as if I 
am being made complete. Being given perfect peace 
and harmony. The whip and the cock. Agony and 
ecstasy together. And I receive them both in total 
submission. Because I choose to. The rope only 
symbolising submission, because even without it I 
would submit. Giving my lover the pleasure of seeing 
me helpless, of hearing my screams." I thought a bit 
longer. "Harmony there too," I said. "Total 
subjection to the man who does these wonderful 
things to me; and complete freedom because it is my 
choice to submit." 

"Ohh," said Shizue in a long sigh of happiness, "isn't 
it _wonderful_ being a girl?" She hugged me again. 
"Time we got back. Let's go and tell Tomoko all about 
it." 

"Yes - I owe it all to her as well as to you." 

We were unusually busy that week. Our boss was calling 
a series of meetings to prepare for the 1994 budget 
which had to be finished by 31 December, and we three 
girls were in a rush making the arrangements and 
copying papers. I am not clever about these things but 
I was told that a company like ours which depended on 
exports had to struggle hard as the yen rose 
inexorably against the dollar. When there were no 
meetings to prepare for, Shizue and Tomoko mostly 
chattered about the holiday they were planning to take 
together in Europe the following year. Every time the 
yen went up the cost of their holiday went down, so I 
suppose it wasn't all wrong - though as I say I don't 
really understand. 

On Sunday, after my father had left for his golf match 
and I had finished breakfast, I told my mother I was 
going shopping. She was a little surprised as I seldom 
make special trips for that, preferring to buy what I 
need quickly in my lunch-hour. But I told her I needed 
some new clothes. 

"Will you be back for lunch, dear?" 

"Probably not. Don't worry about me. I'll call you 
when I'm on my way home." 

I did indeed need some new clothes. I had decided that 
my days of dreary long skirts and modest, 
self-effacing outfits were definitely over. I was 
ashamed to think now that once I had run away 
frightened from the very idea of showing myself off in 
pretty sexy clothes, embarrassed even when men looked 
approvingly at me in the miniskirt of my smart office 
uniform. My new life was now beginning! I had it on 
the authority of an expert that my bottom and thighs 
were beautiful. In bed I had often relived the moment 
when I had shyly shown them off to him on the train to 
Kyoto, and had enjoyed for the first time that 
delicious feeling of being delicately stroked by a 
man's admiring gaze. I already knew, though I had been 
hiding it from myself and - so far as I could - from 
everyone else as well, that I had a pretty little 
waist and firm plump breasts. I longed to taste again 
the shivery delight of showing them all off in public. 
That was to be my new style: provocative, teasing and 
sexy. Defiantly, I dressed in the suit I had worn for 
darling Megumi's wedding and the high-heeled shoes I 
had bought for my trip to Kyoto. They would do to 
start with, and would constantly remind me of the new 
life I intended to dress for. 

With my company season ticket I took the subway to the 
Ginza. In the big department stores and speciality 
shops there I would surely find what I was looking 
for. I soon found that I was, at least partly, 
mistaken. The clientele of stores like Mitsukoshi and 
Matsuya are mostly rather older than I am, and most of 
the clothes on display were too _okusan-teki_ for me - 
modest, matronly clothes for respectable married 
ladies to wear to lunches and PTA meetings. I should 
have swallowed my pride and, instead of thinking I 
could manage on my own, asked Shizue and Tomoko for 
advice on where to buy the sort of lovely sexy things 
I was sure they wore at parties and on dates. But one 
of the stores did have a small section of clothes for 
young people, and while I was there I thought I might 
as well look through the stock. 

Most of the so-called party dresses were the sort of 
thing the girl I used to be would wear to a wedding 
reception, to be cooed over by other sexually 
unenlightened girls, but they no longer interested me. 
At last I pulled off the rack something rather like 
the beautiful dress I had worn for dinner with David 
last Saturday. A little shop-assistant had been taking 
an interest in me and, when she saw at last what I was 
looking for, found me something else in a similar 
style. I took them both off to a changing-room and 
found that one of the two fitted quite well, even 
though the skirt needed shortening. Never mind: I 
would buy it - it was a start. Next I wandered off to 
look at blouses and skirts. I wanted so much to find a 
completely transparent blouse like the one I had been 
wearing - shyly at first, then with such enjoyment - 
when I caught David's eye, but clearly I was looking 
in the wrong shop. I would have to ask Shizue for 
advice on Monday. Unlike the girl in the store in 
Kyoto, the little assistant was giving me no hint that 
she secretly shared my sexual pleasures, and I could 
not find the words to explain that I was looking for 
something so shameless and pretty. Unable to help me, 
she gradually left me to myself. 

There were some nice short skirts in a clinging 
material, and shortening them further with my needle 
would be a simple matter. I chose a few to try. There 
was something else hanging on one of the circular 
racks which I kept rejecting and then coming back to. 
It was a miniskirt in narrow red and white checks, the 
material plastic-coated and shiny. At last I pulled it 
out and took a proper look at it. It had a wide belt 
which would fit snugly round my waist, and the 
thirty-five centimetres or so of skirt below the belt 
were in a wide A-line. It wasn't the sort of thing I 
thought I was looking for, but there would be no harm 
in trying it on. 

It fitted perfectly, the wide belt emphasising my 
waist and the flared skirt flowing stiffly round my 
bottom, falling to only a millimetre or two below my 
crotch. In the mirror the need to stand absolutely 
upright if my panties were not to peep out below the 
hem reminded me of the shiny white strip round my hips 
as I had teasingly shown myself off in the train to 
Kyoto. My heart began to beat and liquid to gather in 
my cunt. The skirt went well with the white sleeveless 
top I was wearing under my suit jacket, but I looked 
more like a naughty schoolgirl than the sophisticated 
temptress I so wanted to be. I sat down suddenly in 
front of the mirror on the changing-room stool. Of 
course the front of the skirt rode up stiffly to give 
a clear view to anyone opposite of my panties 
glimmering white through the mesh of my tights. I 
crossed my legs and tried to hold the hem of the skirt 
between my thighs. You could just about describe the 
result as modest. I uncrossed my legs again and 
thought how much nicer it was _not_ to be modest. I 
stood up and practised walking, bowing, granting 
glimpses of my crotch and bottom to an appreciative 
audience. I had to have it. 

"I am so glad you chose this, Miss," said my assistant 
when I rejoined her, "I thought it would suit you but 
I didn't want to press because it's not everyone's 
taste. But I'm sure it will be lovely on you. I wish I 
had a figure and legs like yours," she added 
longingly. 

She added the skirt to my other choices and began to 
remove the labels before folding then all lovingly 
into a carrier-bag. 

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" 

"I think I need a jacket to go with it, don't you?" 

"Oh, yes! White, don't you think?" 

We found a smart long-sleeved, waist-length jacket 
with gold buttons which fitted me perfectly. I handed 
over my Sumitomo Bank credit card and was soon walking 
pensively along the pavement outside the store. 

Suddenly I thought what a fool I was. What was I 
waiting for? My new life was supposed to begin now. I 
walked firmly back inside and entered one of the 
elevators. I asked the girl in charge, pretty in the 
dark-blue mini-dress, straw hat and white gloves and 
tights which were the store's uniform for that year, 
to take me to a floor where there was a ladies' room. 
Pushing my way through the crowd of middle-aged women 
with parcels I found an empty stall and locked the 
door. I have been here before, I suddenly thought to 
myself. I know what to do. 

Soon I was out again, my suit replaced by the white 
jacket and perky little check skirt. I looked at 
myself as best I could in one of the mirrors. What a 
shame I hadn't been able to find a transparent blouse! 
It wasn't only that I wanted to show off my breasts: I 
longed to feel the slinky material sliding lightly 
over my nipples whenever I moved. Still, the little 
waist-length white jacket and shiny miniskirt showed 
off my figure nicely. The girl in the mirror looked 
shyly excited and ready for discreet adventure. I 
freed my hair from its clips and let it ripple down my 
back. I took the series of escalators down to the 
ground floor: people going the other way were welcome 
to look up my wide, tiny skirt and admire my legs. I 
wanted them to: it felt lovely. Outside I walked 
happily with my carrier-bag through the crowds in the 
October sunshine, the cool air sliding deliciously 
over my exposed bottom and thighs. I crossed over and 
walked as far as the Yamaha music shop, then crossed 
again and examined the display in the windows of the 
Washington shoe store. In the glass I could see that I 
was attracting interested glances, but most of the 
people in this shopping area were women - and many of 
the younger ones were at least as demurely sexy as I. 
I walked back to the main crossing and, as I waited 
for the lights to change, bent down and pretended to 
adjust the ankle-chain on one shoe. 

"Great legs, eh?" I heard a man behind me say. 

I turned to give him a shy smile of thanks, but he was 
pointing out another girl to his friend. The lights 
changed and I crossed with the crowd, making for a 
store specialising in expensive accessories and 
jewellery. 

I walked aimlessly through the store, not really 
interested in buying anything but reluctant to admit 
that my shopping expedition was over. As I approached 
a jewellery counter a man looked at me with interest. 
I blushed slightly but demurely pretended not to 
notice, then quickly glanced at him. He was tall and 
broad-shouldered, wearing a fashionably casual shirt 
under his jacket. Beside him a girl in a white leather 
miniskirt and matching high-heeled ankle-boots was 
leaning over the counter eagerly examining the items 
on display; he was idly looking me over while waiting 
for his companion to make her mind up. The girl seemed 
to sense that she had lost his attention, and turned 
towards him. I suddenly recognised Shizue. 

There was nothing surprising in that, of course: 
Shizue loved shopping and this was the sort of 
expensive store she especially liked. 

"Oh, hello Kimiko!" she said, "Fancy seeing you 
here!" She turned to her companion. "This is my friend 
Kimiko from the office." 

I noticed that she did not introduce him to me. Was 
she jealous of his obvious interest in me? Or had she 
- I wondered with a sudden insight into her behaviour 
- only just met him and still did not know his name? I 
joined her at the counter and leant forward to look at 
the things she was choosing, not minding - no, 
enjoying - the way my stiff skirt slid up my hips 
giving the man behind me a clear view of my panties. 

"You _are_ looking nice today, Kimiko." 

"Thank you. I've been buying new clothes." 

"Yes, I can see that!" 

On an impulse she turned to face her companion, making 
me do the same. She slid her arm round my waist and 
lowered her knees slightly till the waistbands of our 
skirts were aligned. She ran her free hand lightly 
down her little white skirt and then down my checked 
plastic one. 

"Look!" she said coquettishly, "Kimiko's miniskirt is 
even shorter than mine! Doesn't she look pretty! Which 
of us do you like better?" 

"Hurry it up, Shizue," he grunted at her. 

"Yes, of course - I'm sorry." She turned back to the 
counter. "I'd like this one," she said at last. 

She picked a little pearl brooch decorated with gold 
filigree from the velvet-lined tray on which the 
assistant had laid out the items she had asked to see. 
Her companion handed over a wad of cash. The shop 
assistant bowed low and hunted for a box and wrapping 
materials. 

"Why don't you ask her to come along too?" growled 
Shizue's friend as we waited. 

Shizue put her arm round my waist again. 

"Oh yes - do join us!" she said excitedly. "We're just 
going to a hotel together to - you know -" she became 
a little confused and blushed slightly "- have some 
fun, and it would be lovely to make it a threesome. 
Why don't you come? You know you'd enjoy it and you're 
looking _so_ pretty today!" 

As I had guessed, the man was one of Shizue's casual 
lovers and the brooch was to be her reward for her 
sexual services. I remembered with embarrassment how I 
had prudishly criticised her activities only a few 
weeks ago. But that was before Megumi's wedding, 
before my life had totally changed. Now I had the 
chance to make it up to her. 

"Yes, of course!" I said firmly. "That would be so 
nice!" I freed myself from Shizue's embrace and put my 
hand lightly on the man's sleeve. "I'd _love_ to join 
you, if you really want me and I wouldn't be in the 
way ..." I said pleadingly. 

"Come on, then," he said. 

The assistant was trying to attract Shizue's 
attention. Eagerly she stowed the little package away 
in her handbag while the man scooped the change off 
the tray on which it was being offered to him. 

We caught a taxi not far from the store. We two girls 
sat in the back on either side of our companion. Of 
course there was too little room for me to cross my 
legs or even to adjust my skirt after scrambling into 
the seat, so he had a clear view of almost everything 
below my waist. It felt wonderfully exciting to be 
embarking on a new sexual adventure with such a virile 
man. I leant forward and glanced across at Shizue. 
When she looked at me I could see her eyes dancing 
with joy. I put my hand on the man's arm again. 

"Oh, this is such fun!" I said. "Thank you so much for 
inviting me." I put my lips close to his ear and added 
softly, "When I saw you looking at me like that - you 
know, in the store - it made me tingle all over. I'm 
so glad I please you ..." 

He grunted, and gave instructions to the driver. We 
had left the Ginza by the Yurakucho tunnel and taken 
the broad avenue which circles the Imperial Palace 
grounds, before turning left past the National 
Theatre. Now we were weaving through a tangle of 
narrow streets in the Akasaka area. There were bars 
and clubs, some already open in the mid-afternoon. As 
the taxi slowed to a halt in the traffic I idly 
watched a girl walking towards us: she was wearing 
just a casual top and jeans but there was something 
about her self-confident stride and the swing of her 
hips that suggested sexual sophistication. She 
suddenly turned into an entrance. By craning my neck I 
could just read the sign over the door: "The Pink 
Pussycat"; and underneath "Private Club: Members 
Only". So she worked there, the lucky girl: what fun 
she must have! I imagined her happily showing herself 
off as she danced naked on a little stage; or coyly 
welcoming guests and serving them drinks, wearing 
nothing but heels and a tiny sparkling g-string 
perhaps ... I had never been inside such an 
establishment, but I longed to see what went on there 
- and, I could now freely admit to myself, to take 
part. I must find a lover who would introduce me. 

The taxi stopped outside a small, discreet hotel. The 
driver pulled the lever which flung open the back door 
and the three of us scrambled out. There was no one in 
the little lobby, but a big screen held pictures of 
the hotel's rooms, those which were free illuminated. 
The man we were to share as our lover made his choice 
and inserted a credit card into the machine. A 
computer message told us to go to the third floor, and 
the light behind the picture was switched off. 

My little checked skirt was definitely a success! He 
told Shizue to undress completely, but I was to keep 
my skirt on even though I was to be otherwise naked. 
He lay on his back on the big bed and positioned my 
cunt over his mouth, his face completely buried in the 
wide folds of my tiny skirt and his strong hands 
holding me by the waist and hips so he could make me 
rise and fall over his tongue as he wished. Shizue 
took possession of his erect cock, sucking and licking 
it with expert skill. 

After a while he told us to exchange places, and now 
it was Shizue's turn to squat over his face, letting 
out shrill cries of joy as his tongue penetrated her. 
I took my time over his cock, sucking it carefully 
before swallowing it deep into my throat - as Bob had 
taught me when I was sucking my very first cock. It 
felt so good lodged firmly inside me: I wished I could 
keep it there, loving and caring for it till it was 
ready to come. But our lover had other ideas, and 
pushing me to one side took Shizue first. She was 
clearly very adept at this sort of sexual encounter, 
responding rapidly to his sudden changes of tempo and 
position. She was so pretty to watch, her perfect 
figure and long legs writhing and wriggling on the 
bed, giving him every pleasure she could. At last he 
swung her onto her back and pushed her legs right up 
against her chest; then, when she was almost folded in 
two, he thrust his cock once more into her eagerly 
dripping cunt and began to piston her rapidly. She 
jerked to and fro on the bed, her breasts slapping and 
her hands gripping the sheet in her excitement as she 
whimpered cries of happiness. Suddenly he reached his 
climax, pulling out of her just in time and covering 
her breasts with gobbets of cum. 

I took my skirt off and, now fully naked at last, 
joined the others in the shower. Shizue suggested 
that, as it would clearly take a little time before 
our lover was ready to fuck again, we should stimulate 
him with a short lesbian display. I blushed a little 
at that: like most girls I had done some experimenting 
at school, but it had gone no further than clumsy 
kisses and gentle tickling of a friend's breasts and 
bottom. For a while I had fancied myself in love with 
my best friend Megumi, and had done everything I could 
to please her; she would sometimes reward me by 
letting me snuggle up against her while her clever 
fingers stroked my sensitive breasts and probed 
daringly inside my knickers. But she had left school a 
year earlier than me and no one else had taken her 
place. I looked shyly at Shizue. 

"Yes, if you like ... but you'll have to show me what 
to do ..." 

Quickly she arranged me on my back with my legs 
spread, and soon I felt her clever tongue digging into 
my cunt. I gasped with pleasure and begged to be 
allowed to do the same to her. We scrambled into an 
untidy 69 position and I began to lick the salmon-pink 
flesh of her cunt, enjoying the combined aroma of the 
hotel's scented shower-soap and the exhilarating smell 
of her salty cunt-juice mixed lightly with sweat. She 
was expertly tonguing my clitoris, my little 
love-button, and I was wondering if I dared surprise 
her by licking her sweet pink anus, when I felt myself 
being roughly pulled away from her. 

It was as well that I had watched Shizue being fucked 
first, as it had given me an idea of what he liked. He 
obviously had a fairly standard repertoire. He made me 
suck him till he nearly came; then, when he had got 
himself under control again, entered my cunt from 
every possible different angle and position. At last I 
too was folded into half while he leant against my 
thighs and pistoned me vigorously. I gasped and wept 
in my joy, begging him not to stop, crying "I'm 
coming! I'm coming!" At the last moment I opened my 
mouth in case he wanted to shoot for it; but it was my 
breasts and chin which were baptised by his hot sperm. 
I dabbled my fingers in the cum and licked them. 

Shizue hugged me as he went first to the shower-room. 

"Oh, wasn't that _fun_!" she cried, her eyes 
sparkling. 

I nodded. It had indeed been fun - even though no one 
had suggested enhancing it with a whipping - and I 
could now understand why Shizue was so fond of 
spending her spare time with such anonymous lovers. 

"Especially when we were together," I said politely. 

Her fingers began to stroke my breasts and tweak my 
nipples. I shivered with pleasure. 

"Your breasts are very sensitive, aren't they?" she 
said. "I must remember that. Have you ever used 
nipple-clamps?" 

"No, not yet ..." I replied cautiously, wondering what 
exquisite torment she had in mind for me. 

But our time in the hotel was running out, and there 
were only a few minutes left for us girls to have our 
turn in the shower-room. Later, as we were dressed and 
about to leave, he offered me money. I was reluctant 
to accept it, but Shizue insisted I did. It still 
didn't feel right: I wanted to give myself to be used 
by anyone who fancied me, not to sell something that 
gave me so much happiness. I decided to put the money 
towards the cost of the clothes I had bought. Then it 
would be only a sort of expenses - the cost of 
decorating myself in ways that gave a man pleasure and 
made him want to use me. Even so it was exciting to 
think that in accepting his money I had formally 
become a prostitute. I remembered with shame that I 
had accused Shizue of being that only a few weeks ago. 
Now I was one too, and loving it as much as she did. I 
would make it up to her by asking her advice on how to 
become the sexiest - well, yes, say it, Kimiko! - the 
sexiest _prostitute_ any girl had ever been. How could 
a girl possibly want to be anything else? Perhaps I 
was on my way to being allowed to do the things I 
imagined that pretty girl glimpsed on the street was 
now doing to the members of her exciting private club. 
Maybe one day I could meet her - ask her to teach me 
... train me to be the best and most desired performer 
in her club ... 

"Thank you, that was _so_ lovely," I said as we 
parted. "Please fuck me again soon." 

He just grunted and took Shizue off in a taxi, leaving 
me to make my own way to Akasaka Mitsuke subway 
station. 

At first I sat meekly in the train as I usually did, 
knees together and hands demurely folded in my lap in 
a hopeless attempt to stop men looking up my skirt. 
Then I remembered: all that had changed. I flagrantly 
crossed my legs and let them admire me as much as they 
liked. After all, I told myself defiantly, my thighs 
and bottom were well worth looking at. An expert had 
told me so; and I still bore the traces of another man 
who had just shown me it was true. 

"Is that new, dear? Very nice," said my mother vaguely 
as I slid open the front door and entered the house 
with the usual greeting of return, "but isn't it a 
little, you know, short to be really practical?" 

"Leave her alone, mother," said my sister Fumiko, the 
corner of her mouth occupied with one of her endless 
Seven Stars cigarettes. She often looked in on Sunday 
evening, bringing a sack of dirty laundry and timing 
her visits for when she knew our father would still 
not be back from his golf. "She's starting a new life, 
aren't you Kimiko?" 

"May I use the bath, mother? Is it ready?" I asked. 

"Yes, you might as well. Your father won't be back for 
hours." 

In the little anteroom I scrubbed myself clean, then 
sat in the fresh hot water hoping it would cleanse me 
of any remaining trace of masculine contact. On the 
shelf stood a little teapot which I had smuggled into 
the room on my return from Kyoto. No one had yet 
spotted it or wondered what it was doing there. Before 
drying myself I filled it with warm water and carried 
out my nightly practice, holding it as high above my 
head as I could and directing the thin jet at my open 
mouth. Aiming was easy enough - and in any case was 
not my part of the business. The difficulty was 
training myself to drink as my mouth filled, instead 
of letting the water accumulate till it overflowed or 
choked me. I was beginning to get the trick of it 
though, and hoped that I would be able to swallow 
smoothly and calmly next time I met a man who wanted 
to piss into my mouth. 

I didn't feel like putting on one of my new miniskirts 
and attracting my mother's comments, but nor did I 
want to wear, ever again, the sort of boring modest 
skirt belonging to my old life. So for once I pulled a 
_yukata_, a Japanese cotton bathrobe, out of my closet 
and tied it tightly round my clean body. The 
constriction of the _obi_ sash stirred faint memories, 
but tracing and enjoying them could wait till I was 
alone in bed. 

After dinner, while my mother was busy in the kitchen, 
refusing any help from us, Fumiko lit another 
cigarette and looked at me in silence. 

"So, how have things been with you since we last 
talked?" she said finally. 

"Oh, all right," I said with a nervous laugh. 

She drew deeply on her cigarette. 

"Well, you don't have to tell me of course, but 
considering how frank you were last time we talked ... 
about your sex-life, and wanting my advice and 
everything ..." 

I gazed at her in silence, finding it impossible to 
start. She went on smoking. 

"How was last week-end?" 

"Oh, _wonderful_!" 

"Mother said it was just a business trip, serving out 
papers at a company meeting. That doesn't sound all 
that wonderful." 

Again I could not find the way in. I wanted to share 
confidences with my sister, who had been so wise and 
kind last time, but somehow the door was locked. She 
tried again. 

"So really you were with a lover?" 

I nodded eagerly. 

"Good. And what did you do together? Was it nice?" 

"Oh, it was _heavenly_!" 

At last I could talk, and told her the whole story - 
well, not that it was supposed to be a Test set by 
Shizue and Tomoko to see if I was fit to enter their 
circle, but how I had invented the story of the 
meeting and had let myself be picked up on the train, 
how I had stayed with David in his hotel ... I felt 
shy about telling her more than that, but once I had 
started I couldn't stop. I told her how he had bound 
me and whipped me. I described the way he had left me 
helpless to be used by any man who wanted me, and I'm 
afraid I dramatised things a little by not revealing 
that I now knew the stranger had been no stranger 
after all. I could tell that she was impressed, and 
because I wanted to go on impressing her I told her 
all about the whipping in the open air tied to a tree, 
with anyone watching who wanted to ... and even how we 
had pissed in each other's mouths. 

"Gods, you are making progress!" she said. She lit 
another cigarette and drew on it a couple of times, 
then added casually, "So that's what that little 
teapot is doing in the bathroom. I did wonder." 

"Oh, Fumiko!" I said, blushing furiously and too 
confused to pretend ignorance, "however did you 
guess?" 

"Well, we all have to practice somehow. Have you 
learnt how to swallow a cock yet?" 

"Yes." 

"Right down?" 

I nodded. 

"Good. It looks as if my little sister is catching up 
fast. And these sexy new clothes - they're to catch 
the next lover, I suppose? Do you think they'll 
work?" 

I nodded again, smiling happily. 

"You mean, they already have?" She looked closely at 
my delighted face. "What, this afternoon? You just put 
on that ridiculous little skirt and walked down the 
street and found a lover straightaway?" 

I hugged my knees and rocked on my cushion, nodding in 
an ecstasy of happiness. 

"Well I must say, Kimi-chan, you _have_ been making 
progress!" 

I scrambled off my cushion and sat with my head on her 
knees. 

"I owe it all to you," I said. "You told me, if it 
feels right, it is right. And ohh, it feels _so_ 
right!" 

"Well, I am pleased for you. I'll be asking _you_ for 
advice next!" 

I giggled, but resisted the temptation to make a pert 
reply to my elder sister. 

"The one thing that bothers me," I said, "is whether 
our mother knows about this change in me. Or should 
know. I mean, I'll be going out much more now than I 
used to. I don't want to tell her lies again. I expect 
she'll guess that I have a steady boyfriend, and 
that's all right as an excuse, but then she'll start 
asking me about him, trying to find out if he's a 
suitable husband ..." 

"Don't worry. I think she knows much more than you 
think, and doesn't mind knowing just so long as she 
doesn't _need_ to know ..." 

That made sense. 

"If you like, I'll let her know you're a popular girl 
nowadays with lots of friends, and they keep inviting 
you to parties ... that will please her, and then she 
won't fuss if you're out late or she sees you going 
out in sexy clothes." 

"Oh, _thank_ you, Fumi-chan, you're such a wonderful 
sister to me ..." 

Somehow neither of us thought to ask how to handle our 
father. There were times when I wondered if he even 
knew who I was. 


[Next in Part 14: Chapter XIV: The Second Test] 

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