UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 10

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, 
NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO

PART 10

CHAPTER X 

A Birthday Party

     One girl leads to another, especially in Japan 
     ... Thanks to Natsuko and her Rock-Hard Club I 
     got to know Sachi. The special thing about Sachi 
     is that she is completely unsentimental. She is 
     devoted to sex, and her only interest in men is 
     that they have the equipment to give her the 
     constant satisfaction she needs. So I knew 
     exactly what she would want for her birthday. 

It was Sachi's sixteenth birthday, and we were giving 
her a special party to celebrate. 

I expect you remember I'd met Sachi at one of the 
after-class sex sessions Natsuko and her friends ran 
at her school gymnasium. Natsuko had challenged me to 
take the test they had devised for men wanting to join 
their "Rock-Hard Club" as they called it - a whole 
hour of keeping my erection while the girls did 
everything they could to make me come before the time 
was up - and little Sachi was the one who had almost 
made me fail. Since then I'd seen a lot of Sachi. I 
couldn't get enough of her delicious little body and 
wonderfully inventive sexual tastes. Of course I was 
still having sex with Natsuko: I was very fond of her 
and it was through her that I had access to her 
friends and the sessions in their gym. But Natsuko's 
home-life was restricted and I could have her to 
myself only at week-ends. For some reason - I didn't 
ask - Sachi had much more freedom to be out with 
friends in the evenings. 

At first we spent our dates alone together, exploring 
each other's lusts. Sachi always said she loved 
sucking cock best of all: but it had been her sweet 
bottom, and the rippling muscles of her tight anus, 
which had nearly made me lose control at our first 
meeting. So our sex was always "no holes barred". That 
applied to me too: Sachi's clever little fingers were 
everywhere. It was a remarkable experience to meet a 
girl so young and already so insatiable and wanton in 
her sexual desires. A man really couldn't ask for 
more. 

Fortunately, Sachi and Natsuko were still good 
friends, despite knowing that they were sharing me, 
and I'm pretty sure it was Natsuko who told Sachi she 
should ask me to take her to sex-parties. A man who 
can bring an enthusiastic uninhibited Japanese date 
along to share with his friends gets plenty of 
invitations to Tokyo sex-parties, and Natsuko and I 
were regulars on Saturday evenings. But I was happy, 
and proud, to go to parties any evening of the week 
with a nearly naked Sachi excitedly giggling and 
squirming at my side. 

She didn't possess the sort of clothes appropriate for 
sex-parties: her idea of initiating sex was simply to 
get nude immediately and flirt with the man she 
wanted. It worked all right: but maybe she needed to 
be taught more sophisticated techniques? So I took her 
to shops in Asakusa where the tarts and bar-girls buy 
their outfits. A girl-friend who worked in a sex-club 
had shown me some of her favourite shops, and Sachi 
was soon kitted out with plenty of deliciously 
provocative mini-dresses and matching high-heeled 
shoes. I explained that she would need a big stock 
because girls' clothes often got lost at the sort of 
parties I planned to take her to ... I can still 
remember the thrilled look on her face as she took in 
what that meant. 

I taught her how to wear her new clothes - and take 
them off - provocatively, and how to teeter 
delightfully on high spike heels. She was a quick 
learner. 

"Please can we start going to parties _now_?" she 
begged. 

"Soon," I said. "You understand you'll be expected to 
fuck any man who wants you?" 

"Of _course_!" 

"With everyone watching?" 

"Oh, _yes_! I'm _so_ looking forward to that! I'm 
going to be the sexiest sixteen-year-old girl in 
Japan!" 

"I'm sure you are. But until you _are_ sixteen you're 
not supposed to be going to parties at all. Not that 
sort of party." 

"Really? But why not?" 

"Well, the law is a bit old-fashioned about that kind 
of thing. Some people might think you're a bit young 
to be fucked. In public, anyway." 

"I always say I'm sixteen. Most men find it very 
stimulating. Sometimes they ask, 'Are you _really_ 
sixteen?' and then I pretend to misunderstand and 
whisper, 'Well, not _really_: not for quite a while 
yet - but you don't mind, do you?' and then they do, 
ohh, the most _wonderful_ things to me!" 

"I'm sure they do. _I_ would. But will you promise me 
not to be so open about it?" 

"I'll try. But I don't understand why. What's _wrong_ 
with a girl being fucked as soon as she's old enough 
to enjoy it?" 

"I don't understand either." 

"I think I'll always _pretend_ to be too young to be 
fucked, even when I'm not. I love teasing men." 

"I know you do." 

"They fuck me even better when I've teased them 
first." 

Sachi's sex-party debut was, of course, a huge 
success. On my advice she wore a tight little silver 
dress cut low to reveal her pretty young breasts, and 
silver sandals with the highest spike heels she could 
manage. Under her dress she wore - just to start with! 
- little silver bikini panties held up by bows on her 
hips. Once eager hands had helped her out of the dress 
she paraded round the room before slowly untying the 
bows and charmingly giving the panties, as a souvenir, 
to the man she had chosen as her first lover of the 
evening. Normally that would have been me: a man gets 
to be the first to fuck his own date. But I wanted to 
see Sachi choosing her own lovers and being passed 
from one to the next. It was a good decision. When at 
last I had my turn with her, she was deliriously happy 
and thanked me enthusiastically with all her holes for 
giving her such a lovely evening. Then I took her 
home, naked under her short coat, and fucked her all 
over again. 

She kept her promise and never told anyone her real 
age. Not in words at least. But she had a special way 
of looking shy and innocent which made a new lover 
believe what she wanted him to believe, and of course 
that added to her popularity. Men were enchanted by 
her youthful beauty, and fascinated to have a girl who 
was so young and - after the initial play-acting - was 
so whole-heartedly devoted to every kind of fucking. 
She was tireless and inventive, begging her partners 
to take her in any hole they wanted and suggesting new 
positions. Girls who have once discovered the pleasure 
of sex and nudity in front of an audience soon become 
helplessly addicted to it, and Sachi was no exception. 
But her discretion about her age meant that it fell to 
me to tell a group of her regular partners that her 
birthday was approaching. 

Obviously we wanted to give her a special surprise 
party; and it didn't take long for us all to agree 
that what she would like best of all was a party where 
she was the only girl, to be shared by sixteen of her 
favourite lovers. But as plans for the party 
progressed, we thought it would be fun to prepare a 
few surprises for her as well. One of us had a friend 
from college who worked for a specialised equipment 
manufacturer and exporter in Yokohama, and he arranged 
for their sales promotion department to lend us some 
very sophisticated pieces of machinery ... Fortunately 
the party host had a spare room big enough, and we set 
up the equipment there so Sachi couldn't see it when 
she arrived, and wouldn't know what was in store for 
her till it was too late to escape. Not that she would 
want to: I at least was sure of that. 

But first Sachi was invited to lie on her back on a 
short padded platform, raised to a convenient height 
for the rest of us. It reached from her shoulders to a 
little way down her bottom: her head hung over one end 
so that a cock entering her mouth had a straight 
passage right down her throat, and at the other her 
slightly opened thighs offered an enticing view of her 
pussy. Her pretty feet just touched the floor, in 
tight silver shoes I had bought for her as a birthday 
present from a sex shop specialising in fetish 
outfits. Rather than her usual open high-heeled 
sandals, which enabled her lovers to enjoy sucking and 
licking - and sometimes coming over - her sweet little 
painted toes, these were fetish shoes with closed 
fronts designed to support a girl forced onto her 
highest tiptoes by the six-inch stiletto heels. Sachi 
had been crazy to have them when I showed them to her 
in the "private" room of the shop, and had insisted on 
my buying a size smaller than she usually wore. That 
would make her feet look even tinier, she insisted, 
and the constriction would feel lovely. I looked to 
the motherly woman who presided over the stock for 
support in urging her to be sensible, but she just 
smiled benevolently and said, "The young lady has good 
taste - she knows what will look nice on her, and feel 
nice." 

"You're beginning to enjoy pain, aren't you?" I had 
said as, to the accompaniment of delighted "oohs!" and 
"aahs!" I bound the pretty shoes to her feet with long 
silver laces and prepared to finish off with tight 
bows biting into her ankles and calves. 

"Oh, _yes_!" she breathed. "I am! Yes, I _am_!" 

Just as well, I thought privately, knowing the 
surprises that had been prepared for her at the party. 

"But that's not _nearly_ tight enough," she continued. 

I won't pretend I didn't enjoy starting again, pulling 
the laces even tighter as I squeezed her feet into the 
shoes. Glancing up her skirt at her wet pussy - she 
was wearing no underwear, of course - I could see that 
the constriction was already making her come. At last 
she stood up, with some difficulty. She refused my 
help as she practised walking, taking tiny steps on 
the tips of her toes. Six-inch heels are difficult 
enough for a big Western girl to manage: Sachi's 
little feet were hardly more than six inches from heel 
to toe, and the shoes were forcing her almost into a 
ballet-dancer's "points" position. 

"Oh, that feels good!" 

"Don't they hurt?" 

"Oh, yes! It's _beautiful_! I _love_ them! But even 
better is feeling so helpless. I couldn't escape even 
if I wanted to." 

She stopped in front of the big mirror. 

"Don't I look _pretty_!" she gasped. 

Indeed she did. She turned quickly - too quickly - to 
enjoy the view from the side, and I caught her just in 
time. We were both eager to fuck, but somehow managed 
to keep our appetites in check. 

Now it was time for her to dress. As usual, she wore 
her favourite colour: silver. She fitted a broad metal 
band round her neck. On her arms she wore long, 
tightly-fitting sleeves - like long evening gloves cut 
off at the wrists and held in place only by little 
loops round the middle fingers. This arrangement left 
her hands free to stroke and caress whatever needed 
stroking and caressing, while maintaining the erotic 
charge of long gloves on a nearly nude girl. Round her 
hips she wore tiny panties: just a provocative, nearly 
transparent silver triangle fitting snugly over the 
pretty black fuzz which was all the hair she had, and 
held up by bows. They were Sachi's favourite style, 
and she bought them by the dozen: they never stayed on 
her long at parties and were rarely returned by the 
lovers who had the pleasure of removing them.[9] 

All that was just the preparation for the birthday 
party. Now she was there, charmingly arranged on her 
little table. She had been thrilled to discover that 
at this special party in her honour she was to be the 
only girl, and would be pleasured just as she wanted 
by exactly sixteen of us men. Our host, the owner of 
the apartment where the party was being held, was 
standing by her head, his hugely erect cock ready to 
enter her willing mouth and throat. As her regular 
date, I had the privilege of being the first to enjoy 
her sweet pussy - its panties already removed by a man 
who was savouring the musky aroma soaked into the 
scrap of cloth - and I was on my knees ready to start. 

Gradually I parted her willing thighs, and slowly 
stroked her hairless labia with my fingertips. She 
wriggled, but said nothing: her mouth was already 
filled with the first few inches of our host's 
enormous cock. Soon, I knew, she would swallow it 
smoothly down her throat, a trick I had made her 
practise again and again till I could offer a 
perfectly trained teenaged cock-sucker for my friends 
to use. It was time for me to equal the pleasure of 
their love-making. 

I moved my head forward and began to lap the thick, 
tasty juice oozing from her pussy. I could live on 
this stuff, I thought, just as Sachi always said she 
could live on cum. One day I must find out if 
pussy-juice is as nutritious as cum ... I entered her 
further and was rewarded with more delicious liquid. 
The pleasure was making her wriggle again, and I had 
to hold her hips and bottom firmly with both hands. I 
could hear the man at her other end groaning as she 
licked him with her tongue and massaged him with her 
throat muscles. I wished she was doing it to me - 
well, she would be soon enough. Meanwhile it was time 
to increase the flow of Sachi's nectar. I moved my 
mouth a little higher up, and with the tip of my 
tongue dug deeply into the tight little folds of 
flesh. Yes, there it was: the tiny hard button I so 
loved to love. How pretty it would look decorated, I 
thought as I so often did: a sweet little clit ring to 
enchant her lovers and keep her permanently on the 
edge of orgasm. I wanted so much to see Sachi 
beautified like that, and she wanted it too: but 
believed there was no way of keeping it secret from 
interfering doctors, teachers and parents. 

So instead I sucked and nibbled, while she poured 
thick nectar into my mouth. She was wriggling and 
squirming now almost beyond my power to hold her, so I 
lifted her thighs over my shoulders. Knowing what I 
liked best, she pressed them tight against my head and 
drummed lightly against my back with the sharp heels 
of her bondage shoes. Oh Sachi, you angel, I thought, 
how I love the way you find out my secrets just as I 
probe into yours! Next time I'm buying you clothes, my 
darling, I must get you a pair of high lace-up boots 
with tall spike heels. How you will enjoy being laced 
tightly into them, and how I'll enjoy sucking and 
fucking you as you wear them! 

I moved my mouth down again a little way, and clamped 
it close over Sachi's pussy as I milked her hard. She 
was bouncing away from me in her excitement: at the 
head end, the second or perhaps even third man was now 
plugged into her mouth and throat. I pressed her 
thighs. Taking the hint, she closed them and locked 
her ankles firmly over my back, imprisoning me in the 
tight knot behind my neck. Oh, Sachi, how I love being 
your sex slave just as you love being mine! I sucked 
hard on her pussy, pulling it almost inside out in my 
eagerness. Her nectar was coming thick and fast; but 
there was a new flavour to enjoy as well. Something 
warm, lighter, lemony squirted for a moment into my 
mouth. I suddenly realised that in her excitement she 
was losing control of her bladder. With one hand I 
pressed hard on the lower part of her stomach. All 
restraint vanished and she pissed fully, gloriously 
into my mouth as I vigorously swallowed her warm, 
fragrant fluid. When at last it was over - for the 
moment - I thanked her by slowly inserting a finger, 
well moistened with pee and pussy-juice, deeply into 
her arsehole. The rippling of her muscles along its 
length showed me how much she enjoyed it. 

My cock couldn't wait any longer. At parties where 
there are more girls I sometimes ask one to lie on the 
floor and suck my cock and balls while I go on 
pleasuring another with my mouth, but that wouldn't be 
possible tonight. I pulled Sachi's thighs away from my 
back and stood up. She knew what was coming and opened 
her legs wide. My cock entered her soaking pussy in a 
single thrust. I could hear gurgles of pleasure from 
her mouth, forcing their way past the lover who was 
fucking her there, the extra vibration causing him to 
come sooner than he intended. I came quickly too, 
knowing she would be pleased and flattered at my 
inability to hold back longer in my first fuck of the 
evening. 

All the men except me had now fucked her mouth, and as 
I leant over her I could see the translucent gobbets 
of cum prettily decorating her face and breasts. I 
withdrew from her dripping pussy, and the others stood 
back for me as I moved round to her head. My cock was 
still hard, and I saw her smile at it upside-down as 
it approached her mouth. It was glistening with a 
mixture of my cum and her own pussy-juice and piss, 
and she received it happily, testing its flavour with 
her cat-like tongue. Then the head was past the back 
of her mouth and half-way down her throat. With the 
little pointed nails of one hand she began to prickle 
my balls in the way she knew I could never resist. As 
I rocked to and fro in her throat, and enjoyed the 
sensuous tickling of her well-trained tongue, I found 
I was having to hold back despite this being my second 
fuck in quick succession. Sachi does things like that 
to me - and to all the other men she fucks, I think. 
She was now holding my hips with both hands and 
pulling me hard into her; suddenly a slim pointed 
finger began to enter my anus. It went deep: 
wriggling, tickling and delicately scratching. Sachi 
had learnt too many of my secrets and knew very well 
that I could never resist such treatment. With a shout 
of joy and triumph I came, having just enough control 
to pull out of her throat so that she could receive my 
load in her mouth and enjoy its flavour before slowly 
swallowing it. 

I collapsed onto the floor, fully spent for the 
moment. I could see now that, while I had been engaged 
with Sachi's mouth and throat, the others had been 
taking turns to enjoy her cunt. It was full now, and 
the mixture of cum and juice was pouring down the 
crack in her arse and dripping onto the floor. If we'd 
thought to invite a couple of other girls to act as 
Sachi's slaves and attendants, it occurred to me, we 
could have ordered one to lie on the floor with her 
mouth open and receive the stream. I could think of 
several girls who loved doing things like that. While 
I lay on the floor waiting till all sixteen of us had 
enjoyed Sachi at both ends, I started sketching out 
the choreography of sex-scenes with Sachi as the 
centre-piece. Now she was sixteen she was old enough 
to be offered to sex-clubs, always on the look-out for 
fresh young performers, and the fashion was for 
elaborate tableaux and groups to titillate the 
audience's appetite. I would start by taking her to a 
strip-show where they had "amateur nights" and see how 
she got on. The thought of Sachi nude on stage, 
enthusiastically giving herself to an audience of 
strangers, made my balls itch and my cock begin to 
harden again. 

After thirty-two fucks, sixteen at each end, Sachi was 
ready for a short pause. Her lovers helped her off her 
little table and I supported her as she tip-toed to 
the bathroom. There she wiped her breasts and face 
clean of all the cum that had spurted over them, and 
washed out her pussy. Fresh, clean and sweet-smelling 
she returned to the living-room with her sexy, 
teetering walk. 

"What are you going to do to me next?" she asked, in 
the shy, little-girl voice she knew drove men wild 
with lust. 

"You want more?" asked our host, pretending to be 
surprised. 

"Oh, _yes_!" said Sachi. "_Please_! That was only the 
beginning ... wasn't it?" 

Our host opened the door into the next room, and she 
entered, taking tiny steps but walking by herself, 
willingly accepting whatever was in store for her. 
Once she had taken everything in, she turned and held 
out her arms to us all. 

"Oh, thank you, _thank you_!" she said, gasping with 
excitement. "Tell me what to do! Oh, do it to me!" 

One of the two machines we had set up for her was a 
simple whipping-frame, but the metallic sheen of the 
poles and the glittering chains and restraints 
dangling from them gave it a sophisticatedly erotic 
look. The other was more complex. It was a sort of 
chair, the high back comfortably padded and the arms 
equipped with straps, but with the seat replaced by a 
thick triangular metal bar. Wires and other equipment 
could just be seen hanging underneath. It was a new 
variant on the "pony", an instrument invented 
centuries ago: the girl sits astride a triangular bar, 
the upper edge pressing delightfully against her cunt 
and her own weight holding her firmly onto it while it 
twists and turns and vibrates. Sachi had never seen a 
pony before; but she was already guessing at the 
pleasures this new model held in store. Most sexually 
active girls dream of being strapped helplessly for 
hours into fucking-machines, and the more explicit 
_manga_ cartoon magazines have imaginative pictures of 
such equipment and of girls ecstatically submitting to 
them, their juices cascading down the sides of the 
bar. 

We tenderly placed Sachi on the narrow seat, leaning 
comfortably against the padded back. Her arms in their 
shining silver sleeves were firmly strapped to the 
horizontal supports and to the back. She could wriggle 
her cunt and anus against the triangular support, but 
her upper body was immoveable. At first her feet were 
on the floor, but then the whole machine was raised 
till her legs were dangling freely. Metal cuffs were 
locked round her ankles, and chained to the base of 
the chair: now the more the machine was raised the 
more tightly she would be pressed against the bar on 
which she was sitting. 

"Ooh, that's lovely!" she said as we experimented. 
"Please keep it like that!" 

The next thing, of course, was to try out the 
different speeds and types of vibration of which the 
bar was capable. We all had fun with that, teasing 
Sachi by turning the machine on and off while she 
begged for more. Her juices were already flowing, 
which was a sign she was ready for the next stage. 

Behind where she was sitting, and invisible to her, 
the bar had two angled holes. As it continued to 
vibrate, it moved slowly forward until the holes were 
exactly positioned under her cunt and anus. Two 
wriggling fingers of ribbed metal rose through the 
holes and entered Sachi's helpless body. 

"Oh, wonderful! Oh, deeper - deeper! Don't stop," she 
begged. 

So of course we didn't. The bar and the two dildos 
were set to vibrate, and deliver occasional jolts of 
electricity, on a random pattern, while Sachi squirmed 
and wriggled and begged for more. So we gave her more. 
After all, it was her birthday. 

Hanging down the back of the chair, where she could 
not see them, were two beautiful metal nipple-clamps. 
There are many different styles of nipple-clamp and 
most experienced girls have their favourites. Sachi 
had never worn clamps before. I hung them in front of 
Sachi's face so she could understand what was in store 
for her. This model consisted of hinged rings, little 
metal sleeves which would fit neatly over the hard, 
erect nipples of Sachi's firm immature breasts, the 
two halves then being slowly screwed together with 
exquisitely agonising tightness - and they too 
delivered tingling electric shocks as well as steady 
pain. She was beyond speech by now, but her joy was 
plain to see. 

"Tighter?" I whispered softly in her ear as I applied 
them. 

She nodded; and kept on nodding. I felt I had never 
loved and admired Sachi so much. She was already way 
beyond me in sexual sophistication and capacity to 
enjoy the pain-pleasure complex. Just one thing 
remained to be done before the full torture sequence 
could begin. Another metal clip was hanging by its 
electric wire from the beam of the pony. I probed 
Sachi's pussy delicately just above the point where 
she was impaled on the big metal cock, and soon found 
the little button I had been kissing and loving only 
minutes before. Without warning her, I fitted the 
tight serrated edges of the clip firmly. She let out a 
gasp of delight. 

Standing again, I leant forward and kissed her lightly 
on the lips. Then I whispered, 

"We're ready to start the torture now, darling. You 
can't stop it and you can't escape. You've never felt 
anything like this before in your life. It will 
overwhelm you with pain and excitement. How long do 
you want it to last?" 

She swallowed hard, and fixed her eyes on mine. 

"All night," she said hoarsely. "Oh, for _ever_!" 

"I love you, Sachi," I said, and stood back. The host 
pulled the switch, and the machine began to vibrate, 
gradually increasing in power and adding electric 
stimulation as it moved up to maximum operation. 

Sachi screamed with joy and begged inarticulately for 
more. Our host handed me the elaborate control panel. 
I decided to leave most of the controls on "maximum: 
random", but identified the sliders regulating the 
electric charge to the clips grasping her love-button 
and nipples. I switched them to "constant" and moved 
the sliders to about half power. I knelt beside Sachi. 

"Happy, darling?" I whispered. 

"Oh, _yes_!" she gasped. "But more, more!" 

I showed her the control, and let her watch as I 
gradually moved the slider controlling the shocks to 
her love-button to the maximum. "Happy?" I murmured 
again, but she was speechless with delirious joy. 

The sight of Sachi wriggling and squirming in the 
clutches of her tireless mechanical lover, trying to 
impale herself ever more deeply on the churning metal 
probes in her cunt and arse, was more than the rest of 
us could stand. We lowered the padded back of the 
chair and took turns to straddle her face while she 
caressed our excited cocks with her tongue and lips: 
her position made it awkward to enter deep into her 
throat, but none of us complained about her technique. 
Once we had all taken our turn at decorating Sachi's 
pretty face with our cum, we sat and watched her 
writhing in her endless orgasm. It was obvious she 
could go on indefinitely. 

"Why don't we all go away and leave her?" one guest 
suggested. "Then we could come back tomorrow - or the 
next day - and see how she's getting on?" 

It was a lovely idea, and I knew Sachi would like 
nothing better than being treated like that and left 
to the mercy of her tireless mechanical lover, but 
privately I was worried about getting her home that 
night. 

"That would be fun, and she would _adore_ it," I said; 
"but don't we all want to whip her before we're 
finished?" 

"Oh, yes!" he said. The others picked up the idea and 
moved excitedly to the whipping-frame. 

I took the control panel and bent over Sachi as I 
slowly turned down the machine's vibration and 
electric shock sequences. She looked up at me 
anxiously. 

"Do you want to continue with this machine, or are you 
ready for something different?" I asked. 

I love watching Sachi when she is trying to choose 
between sexual pleasures. She is like a greedy little 
girl offered a chocolate, wanting them all and in 
agonies over the need to choose. At last her desire 
for novelty won. With the help of her other lovers I 
freed her from her bonds and clamps, and gently set 
her on her feet again. 

"Oh, that was _so_ wonderful!" she said. "When can I 
have the machine again?" 

"Soon," I said evasively. "But first we have something 
else for you." 

"Oh, goody!" she said. "But first I must wash and 
freshen up." 

I took her to the bathroom and, for the second time 
that evening, she sponged off the accumulated mixture 
of cum and sweat. She brushed her hair, including the 
pretty down between her legs, straightened her 
clothes - if her silver sleeves and collar can be 
called clothes - and said, "You can wait outside now. 
I need to, you know, pee." 

"Oh, _please_ let me help you," I said eagerly. 

Without waiting for her reply, I squatted between her 
legs, holding her thighs apart firmly, and pressed my 
mouth against her crotch. She argued for a few 
moments, and then my mouth filled again with the 
beautiful, warm, tasty stream. I gulped it down, not 
missing a drop. All too soon it was over. I licked her 
crotch clean, then sat back on my heels and looked up 
at her. 

"Did you really enjoy that?" she asked anxiously. 

"Yes. It's delicious. Just as nice as your pussy 
juice, but different." 

She giggled. 

"When we're together," I went on, "promise to piss in 
my mouth whenever you need to go." 

"Of course," she said. "Do you think other men like 
drinking it too?" 

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" 

She laughed delightedly and we left the bathroom 
together. 

I had discovered, by discreet questions, that while 
Sachi had certainly been beaten from time to time at 
school, she had not yet discovered the erotic charge 
it carried. She would surely realise what would happen 
to her once she was fixed to the metal frame - the 
neat row of instruments laid out on the table beside 
it would have told her that - but the pleasures of the 
whip would be new to her. She was keen to learn, and 
tip-toed eagerly to the frame and took up a pose 
within it. There was little for us to do except fix 
the steel cuffs to her wrists and pull the chains up 
the grooves in the vertical poles till she was braced 
firmly, her feet just touching the ground. She looked 
remarkably desirable stretched helplessly like that, 
and I could not resist the desire to stroke her body 
gently. 

"Happy?" I asked softly as I tweaked her nipples. 

"Oh, yes!" she said. "But - can't I have the 
nipple-clamps again?" 

"Why not? But another kind." 

"With the electric shocks?" 

"Well, no. But these will feel just as nice." 

I picked up a pair from the table. They were little 
silver disks which could be fitted neatly over her 
hard nipples, and then tightened by twisting the 
wheels at the front. 

"_Ohhh_!" she said. "Oh, more, more - tighter, oh 
please tighter!" 

I did my best to satisfy her lust for erotic pain. But 
I was beginning to learn that she was insatiable. 

When you have the privilege of teaching a girl to 
enjoy the whip, even when that girl is blessed with a 
love of pain as intense as Sachi's, you have to take 
it slowly and not subject her to the fiercest 
sensations from the start. The best instrument, in my 
experience, is the cat-o'-nine-tails. Its smooth 
leather lashes excite the girl's growing sexuality; 
and the sight of them curling at random round her 
helpless body is remarkably erotic. Once she has 
learnt to enjoy that, and beg for more, you can move 
on to knotted leather cats, cats made of thin knotted 
whipcord, and so on. Only at the second or third 
session can you safely progress to canes and 
riding-crops, heavy plaited whips and the like. If you 
build up gradually and train your girl well, she will 
be a treasure for you and all her future lovers to 
enjoy. While some of the guests were keen to try the 
effect of narrow, flexible canes inscribing their thin 
red lines on Sachi's bottom, I had persuaded them to 
do it my way, promising them she would be back soon 
enough, begging for more advanced experiences. 

There were several "beginners' cats", as I call them, 
ready for use and there was room for three or four men 
to whip her together, passing their cats on to others 
when they wanted to rest. The trembling of her body, 
its growing pinkness as the whipping brought the blood 
to the surface, and her piteous screams were highly 
erotic; and we took her down from the frame after less 
than an hour: long before she had had enough, but we 
all needed her to give us relief. At her urgent 
request, we left the silver nipple-clamps locked 
tightly to her breasts. We took her cunt, arse and 
mouth at random, not waiting to wipe her clean between 
fucks. Soon she was dripping and drooling copiously - 
and, of course, begging for more. 

== 

"Oh, you were all so good to me!" she said, sitting 
beside me as I drove her home. Her coat was on the 
back seat: she had flatly refused to wear it and sat 
snuggled into the soft leather in nothing but her 
sleeves and collar. And of course her fetish shoes and 
her clamps, from which she refused to be parted. Out 
of the corner of my eye I could see that she was 
fiddling with the wheels again, trying to extract the 
maximum pain-pleasure from the little mechanisms. 

"Which part did you enjoy most?" 

"_All_ of it! It was so nice to be fucked by all 
sixteen of you. Can you do that to me again soon?" 

"Of course. It won't be hard to find volunteers. But I 
have another idea." 

"Go on! Tell! I'm sure it's lovely. All your ideas 
are." 

So I told her my plan, now that she was sixteen and 
old enough, to offer her to strip-clubs where she 
could enjoy being nude before an audience and multiple 
public fucking. 

"You mean, I'll be on a stage where everyone can see 
me, and I'll be _completely_ nude, and men will come 
up again and again and fuck me while the others 
watch?" 

"That's right. You've done it before, have you?" 

"No, no! But I've read about girls doing that, and 
I've been dreaming about doing it for - I don't know, 
for _ever_!" 

"Well, now you can. And then I'm sure there'll be 
opportunities to work in special clubs where the 
waitresses are slaves who must do whatever they are 
told." 

"Oooh! When can I start?" 

"As soon as you like." 

She thought for a moment. 

"And then the machine was _so_ wonderful," she 
resumed. "I could have stayed in it all night. And 
tomorrow. For ever and _ever_! When can I have it 
again?" 

"That's not so easy," I said. "It was only lent to us 
for the evening." 

"I'd like to have it to keep. What do machines like 
that cost?" 

I told her. 

"Oh dear! That seems a lot." 

"Well, if I introduce you to lots of strip-clubs and 
so on, and you work hard and save the money, I expect 
you could afford one quite soon." 

"You mean - girls get _paid_ for being nude and 
fucking all those men?" 

We had stopped at a red light. I looked at Sachi 
beside me, wriggling her pink bottom against the 
leather and looking delightfully fresh and innocent. 

"Yes. Quite well if they're good." 

"That's amazing! I thought girls did it for nothing. 
Because they love doing it so much. _I_ would." 

"I know you would, Sachi darling. That's why I love 
you." 

She thought for a moment. 

"You know those things you put on my breasts?" she 
said. "Not these ones - the little ones I wore when I 
was on the machine?" 

"Yes. Did you like them?" 

"I _loved_ them. Of course. I was thinking. They're 
very small. They just fitted neatly over my nipples. 
And even without the electricity, they hurt - oh, so 
so much! When you screwed them really tight." 

"So?" I knew what she wanted, of course. 

"I was thinking. If I had a pair of those, I could 
wear them under my clothes and no one would know. 
Don't you think that would be nice?" 

"Yes. Very nice." 

"Well, will you ...?" 

"Yes, of course I'll give you a pair. I have some at 
home, I think. I'd love to think of you wearing them 
under your school uniform!" 

"Oh, thank you!" 

"There's a little key that goes with them. It tightens 
the screws. Be careful not to lose it. You'll never 
get them off if you do." 

She giggled delightfully. I could tell she was 
imagining herself wearing the clamps agonisingly 
tight, and leaving the key at home ... she wriggled 
round in her seat and kissed me. Fortunately I saw the 
kiss coming and was able to keep control of myself, 
and the car. 

"What are we going to do now?" she asked after another 
pause. 

"I'm taking you back to my place. And then, soon 
enough, when you're dressed, I'll have to take you 
home." 

"Do you have whips like the ones you all whipped me 
with?" 

"Of course. And other things too. Even more 
exciting."  

"Before I go home, I want you to tie me up and whip me 
again. With the whips you used. And with the other 
things. _Especially_ with the other things." 


[9] One lover did once return her panties, with a 
little note telling her how often he had masturbated 
over them, dreaming of her. Sachi was touched, but 
dropped the panties in the waste-bin. "I love cum!" 
she explained, "but I prefer it fresh." 


[Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: Maki: The Apprentice 
Stripper] 

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http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Bob_Williams 

