I AM NOT ASHAMED 16

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER XVI

Between Heaven and Earth

My Master came to me, and asked me gently if I was 
ready to entertain them all again. Of course I was! He 
helped me to my feet and steadied me as he led me 
through the room and out onto a wide covered terrace. 
The air was cool and pleasant there, and several 
people had already gathered outside: drinking, making 
love or just enjoying the view over the garden as it 
lay dark in a secret hollow surrounded by the 
condominiums and office blocks of modern Tokyo. Those 
not preoccupied with each other joined us, and helped 
to hold me upright on my narrow heels as my Master 
knelt beside me and set to work roping my legs 
together again. 

He was very thorough and the ropes were wonderfully 
firm this time: round my thighs just below my bottom 
and just above my knees. He did not twist the ropes 
around each other between my legs, but clamped my 
thighs so tightly together that there was no room for 
any movement at all. When he had finished he looped 
other ropes vertically, down my back and along my 
front between my breasts and over my pussy, knotting 
firmly together the ropes which held me and leaving 
the ends tied and dangling. Finally he tied my ankles, 
and added another rope just below my knees. 

It was almost impossible to stand now without constant 
risk of tumbling over onto the floor of the terrace, 
but my friends carefully held me upright while my 
Master tested my ropes for tightness and tugged on the 
knots. Then he gave an order and I felt myself being 
tipped backwards: my feet left the floor and I was 
lying in the cradle of their arms. The familiar 
feeling of helplessness, of being committed beyond 
recall to accept meekly anything they chose to do to 
me, began to wash over me and stimulate me 
wonderfully. My nipples strained achingly through the 
gaps in the ropes containing my breasts; I could feel 
my pussy wetting my thighs and my arsehole panting 
with desire to be penetrated. 

Something was moving in the darkness above me, and 
suddenly I could make out a hook descending on a chain 
from the ceiling of the covered terrace. My heart beat 
fast as I began to understand the new punishment that 
was in store for me. The hook stopped just above my 
knees and my Master twisted round it the loose ends of 
the ropes dangling there. 

"Would it be fun to gag and blindfold her, do you 
think?" I heard a man's voice say. 

"Better not," a girl replied. "She might choke, and 
then we'd have to take her down. Anyway, don't you 
want to hear her scream?" 

So they were planning to do more than just hang me up! 
I promised myself I would reward them by screaming as 
piteously as I could. 

"Are you ready for your next appearance, Slave?" my 
Master asked. 

"Oh yes, Master - please do it to me - whatever it 
is!" I begged him. 

The hook began to rise slowly. For a while it simply 
took the slack of the ropes, but then I felt my knees 
being lifted inexorably. Soon my thighs were vertical, 
and my dear friends were holding only my shoulders off 
the ground. Then that too was unnecessary as the crane 
took my full weight; my hair brushed the ground, then 
even that contact was broken, and the hook was 
motionless. I hung upside-down, my body bent only at 
the knees, twisting slightly as the ropes settled and 
took the strain. I felt, rather than saw, my body 
being bathed in light and warmth as spotlights were 
adjusted and shone on me, highlighting my helpless 
nakedness. 

I have seen photographs taken of me in that position 
and know how astonishingly erotic the effect must have 
been for my audience. But how can I describe how it 
felt for me? If I have managed to convey at all the 
delight I had learnt to find in being helplessly 
bound, in the cruel kiss of the ropes biting into my 
smooth flesh, above all in the power my helplessness 
gave me to cast aside all shame and revel in the way 
my sexuality responded to anything my tormentors did 
to me - then in my present position, hanging by my 
knees and thighs from the roof, that delight was 
raised to a power I had never imagined possible. An 
extra twist in my pleasure was the knowledge that I 
was displayed and lighted for the inspection of anyone 
who cared to look out of the windows of the tall 
buildings around the house: if sex-parties were 
frequent entertainments here, then surely the 
neighbours made the most of it, waiting behind 
darkened windows with binoculars ready? I did hope so. 

I heard Suzy's voice in my ear again, her short hair 
tickling my cheek and neck. 

"Are you enjoying it, darling?" 

My breathing was laboured and I was concentrating on 
calming it, afraid that too much exertion would lead 
to a choking fit and the abrupt end of this sublime 
sensual experience. I guessed there were yet greater 
pleasures to come - and even if there weren't, I 
wanted to stay tied up like this for ever. I smiled as 
best I could and moved my head a little in a gesture I 
hoped she would interpret as a nod. 

"I _think_ she's enjoying it," she said to someone I 
could not see. 

"Well, _I_ certainly am," he replied, "she looks 
gorgeous." I think it was the man who had wanted to 
gag me. "Do you know what I'd like to do to her?" 

"You always have such clever ideas. What is it this 
time?" 

"I'd like to stuff my cock into her mouth." 

Oh, how wonderful! I forced myself to keep calm, 
knowing that I would need to take it carefully and 
slowly. 

My lover lay down on a blanket spread over the tiles 
of the terrace, moving around till his erection was 
exactly under my mouth. There were only a couple of 
centimetres separating us. By sticking out my tongue I 
could just touch the tip of his cock and taste the 
little drop of pre-cum which his excitement had 
already produced. I felt the hook being lowered gently 
and opened my mouth wide, encircling his cock with my 
lips as soon as I was close enough. Whoever was in 
charge of the crane raised me again, then lowered me, 
trying to get our positions exactly right. My lover 
moaned with pleasure as my mouth slid up and down his 
shaft. 

At last everything was just right. I found it 
impossible to swallow his erection in my upside-down 
position so had to make do with sucking and kissing 
that part of it which I could take into my mouth 
without gagging. My tongue swirled round his beautiful 
meat, teasing him and tempting him, relishing his 
groans of pleasure as he raised and lowered his hips 
in a fruitless attempt to penetrate me more deeply. As 
my tongue caressingly explored all the crevices and 
veins of his cock, I played the game of trying to 
remember if I had had it in my mouth before. No two 
cocks are identical, and every man's cum has its own 
special flavour. The differences are very subtle, but 
I do my best to remember them and love astonishing a 
man by softly saying to him, after I have brought him 
to orgasm and greedily swallowed his creamy sperm, 
"You've been in there before, haven't you? Welcome 
back!" 

At last my lover of the moment could hold back no 
longer, and spurted deliciously into my throat. Alas I 
could not swallow his cum, much as I longed to: the 
risk of choking on it was too great. But I held the 
thick, tasty liquid in my mouth till he had moved from 
under me and Suzy came to see how I was. She 
understood my problem at once and leant forward to 
kiss me, open-mouthed, her tongue embracing mine as I 
dribbled the cum, now well mixed with my saliva, from 
my mouth to hers. 

"That was nice," she said dreamily as she finished 
swallowing. "How do you feel?" 

I did not want to talk much, but croaked out the words 
"Marvellous ... so helpless ... everyone watching ... 
happiness ..." 

"Good," said Suzy with a return to her usual 
briskness. "Ready for something special?" 

"Mm'mm," I murmured blissfully, my heart beating fast 
again as I wondered what it might be. I remembered the 
wonderful orgasm born of the excruciating delight of 
the _hado_ candle-wax torture. 

"How are your pretty breasts?" she asked, reaching up 
to caress and kiss them, tweaking the nipples between 
her fingers. I whimpered shamelessly with pleasure. 
"As sensitive as ever? Well, they should enjoy these." 

She held out a pair of objects in front of my eyes, 
and I focussed on them as best I could. They were 
silvery metal discs, each with a hole on one side and 
a knob on the other. Suzy showed me how twisting the 
knobs made the cruel clamps inside grip tighter and 
tighter ... 

"Oh, _please_ ..." I begged her. 

My erect nipples slid easily into the metal, yearning 
to be imprisoned in the holes prepared for them. Suzy 
took her time over tightening the clamps, and at first 
I felt no more than a friendly pinch on each breast. 
But little by little she screwed them tighter, and the 
agony began to mount. As I had told her, my breasts 
are unusually sensitive and they had received little 
attention so far that evening: the touch of the ropes 
binding them gave stimulation without relief, and much 
as I had longed to feel the hot wax of the candles 
pouring over them, that had been unkindly denied. So 
now the sharp bite of the clamps sent waves of 
luxurious sensation rolling through me. My bonds and 
the ropes suspending me began to vibrate as I squirmed 
as best I could in delighted agony at the approach of 
orgasm, hoarsely imploring Suzy to increase the 
pleasure yet further. 

At first she twisted the clamps tighter as I begged 
her, but when I was on the verge of my climax she 
stopped - even though I was sure the clamps were still 
a long way below their most painful setting. She moved 
away, and a man I did not recognise squatted down in 
front of my face. My whole body now seemed to be 
throbbing with desire as the agony flowing from my 
breasts consumed me, but through the haze of pain and 
sexual climax I became aware that he was talking to me 
and holding out things for me to look at. 

"Here is a pretty cat-o'-nine-tails," he was saying, 
swishing it to and fro before my eyes. "See the little 
hard knots buried in the soft lashes. Wouldn't you 
like to feel them dancing over your body? And look at 
this flexible plaited whip. Can you hear how 
delightfully the leather creaks? And see how long it 
is - it could embrace you several times at each 
stroke! Now, here's a smart riding-crop: not as 
flexible as the others, but oh, how it stings! Don't 
you long to feel your rider flicking you casually but 
so precisely with this?" 

I had a sudden vision of my customers at the Pink 
Salon, demanding the "horse-ride" service. How lovely 
it would be to do that to a man armed with a 
riding-crop and urging me to ever greater efforts! But 
even if I had been capable of speech, I knew it was 
not my place to make choices. After I had remained 
silent for a few moments, I heard Suzy's voice again. 

"I think she'd like to feel them all, don't you?" 

I was so grateful to her. She knew! The man left my 
area of vision, taking his whips with him, and Suzy 
rewarded me with a further upward twist of the 
wonderful nipple-clamps. I groaned with pleasure. 

"Be brave, darling," she said. "This is going to hurt 
you terribly. More than anything you have ever 
experienced." 

Before she moved away I saw her nod to someone who was 
out of my range of vision. Suddenly a great blinding 
bolt of pain engulfed my naked arse and thighs. After 
a moment I understood that they had begun with the 
long plaited whip: as the man had promised, it was 
long enough to encircle me at least twice, leaving a 
great girdle of pain round my hips. The force of the 
stroke caused me to swing on my hook, which brought me 
straight into the path of the cat. The nine lashes 
were so soft they did no more than caress me, but the 
tight, hard knots left a whole constellation of little 
stars of delicious sensation wherever they touched. I 
gasped with pleasure and excitement, only to be 
greeted with a line of white-hot fire as the 
riding-crop bit lusciously into my arse. 

Swinging helplessly between the three men with their 
different whips, I felt my climax building again. I 
was blessed with two sources of pain at once: the 
unending stream of agony flowing from the clamps 
biting into my breasts, and the random strokes of the 
whips - one all-embracing, one speckling me with 
unpredictable points of pleasure, and the crop writing 
its fierce and precise lines into my quivering flesh. 
For a brief moment I was static near Suzy. 

"Oh, darling Suzy, tighter, tighter - I beg you!" I 
croaked, and, sensing the beauty of my approaching 
crisis, she quickly twisted the clamps to the highest 
setting. 

It was as if white-hot needles were being plunged into 
my breasts, sending messages of joy and pleasure to my 
gasping, dripping cunt, while the rest of my body 
quivered delightedly under the random strokes of the 
whips. Fire filled every part of me as I rode my 
climax to the heights of ecstasy. I was no longer 
conscious of myself swinging helplessly on my hook 
from whip to whip: rather I was floating freely, a 
conduit for all the happiness and pleasure in the 
universe. A lucky stroke of the long whip caught me 
full on the clitoris, and the fire which filled me 
exploded, disintegrating me into atoms ... 

I was flying effortlessly somewhere in the sky above 
Tokyo, the warm sun delighting my naked body, careless 
as to whether any of the people below could see me. I 
had never in my life felt so happy. Somewhere down 
below was something, I had forgotten what, which tied 
me to the earth, but it could wait ... 


[Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Master and Slave] 

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