We Always Do It For Real 24

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL
BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 24

CHAPTER XVII

Plans for the Future

The next day Mr Otani returned to California, but 
before he left he sent me a perfect present to 
remember him by. When the little silver disks slid out 
of the box I was at first unsure what they were. Then 
I saw that the holes on one side of each were designed 
to hold my erect nipples comfortably. The clamps 
inside were divided into four quadrants, which between 
them pinched my breasts deliciously when adjusted by a 
knurled screw at the front. Anyone who saw me wear the 
little discs would think only that I had found some 
unusual and charming body jewellery, designed to let 
me expose my breasts without being completely topless. 
Only I would know that, behind the pretty decorations, 
the little steel pincers were at work exquisitely 
torturing my sensitive flesh. 

Once again, Mr Otani had read my mind and my most 
private fantasies. These delightful toys could be worn 
whenever I liked, secretly delivering the sweetest of 
love-bites to my eager breasts. I soon became addicted 
to their agonising grip, longing for the moment when I 
could again screw them tightly to my breasts. Using 
the clamps became an essential part of masturbation, 
the pain satisfying me profoundly when blended with 
the pleasure from fingering and stroking my cunt - 
even though I had not yet dared twist the controls to 
the highest setting. Occasionally after my orgasm I 
dozed off with the clamps still tightly fixed to me, 
and as I had hoped was rewarded with sexual dreams of 
extraordinary vividness and originality - some I 
developed into masturbatory fantasies and replayed 
often. I soon found though that my nipples became numb 
after a long period of constriction: then I had to 
remove the clamps for a while, relishing the tingling 
of returning sensation, before I was ready for yet 
more exquisite agony. 

Soon I was instructed to call on Mr Nagao in his 
office. Thinking - hoping - that he might want to fuck 
me, I dressed prettily, in a blue and silver dress 
with a dainty, flounced miniskirt and nothing 
underneath apart from the nipple-clamps which I 
thought he might like to discover as he undressed me - 
I looked forward to telling him how their sweet bite 
had become my pleasure and companion. He was sitting 
in his inner office watching a video, and motioned me 
to join him on the sofa. The screen showed a sadistic 
torture scene, a beautiful girl moaning and flinching 
in her cruel bonds as she was brutally whipped. As I 
watched, I found it extraordinarily arousing, and it 
took me a while to realise that the girl was myself: 
the scene now causing my skin to tingle and my cunt to 
drip nectar down my thighs was the one in which my 
sufferings had been so real. 

Mr Nagao switched off the set and turned towards me. 

"You did that beautifully, Megumi-san," he said in his 
soft voice. "I showed this take to Mr Otani when he 
was last here, and we had a long discussion about your 
future. We decided this scene should be withheld from 
release for the time being. I want to discuss with you 
an idea Mr Otani and I had." 

"Yes, sir," I said. "Thank you for your interest in 
me." 

"You are still committed under contract to make a 
number of 30-minute shorts. But once they are 
completed, and if the public continue to like you, I 
have it in mind to give you the lead in a rather 
special full-length feature." 

He smiled gently and looked deep into my eyes. I could 
say nothing. 

"You came to us offering flagellation as your 
specialism. I have the ambition to produce a feature 
which will display a young girl's delight in pain at 
its most beautiful and arousing, while sticking to my 
company's rigid rule of complete realism and honesty. 
With you as the star I think I may be able to achieve 
that ambition." 

My throat was dry, my heart pounded, and I could make 
no reply. He did not seem to mind. 

"Obviously the scene we have just been watching would 
be one climax in the film. But I think there should be 
others. Can you guess what I am thinking of?" 

I shook my head, my eyes still held by his. 

"Do you remember saying to me, when I suggested the 
idea to you, the first time you came here, that you 
would enjoy having your nipples pierced and fitted 
with pretty rings? I would like to pursue that idea. 
It would make an exceptionally arousing scene in my 
film." 

I was horrified. I had agreed to the suggestion only 
in the height of sexual passion. My tongue still would 
not obey me however, and my treacherous cunt was 
dripping with excitement at the prospect of such a 
thrilling experience. Mr Nagao continued, unconcerned. 

"There would be splendid opportunities for publicity. 
Before the shooting you would be interviewed saying 
that you knew the experience would be dreadfully 
painful but that your many fans here and in America 
had been begging you to give them the excitement of 
seeing you undergo it, and that you felt you owed it 
to them to agree. You could say that you hoped your 
admirers' support and enthusiasm would give you the 
strength to endure the agonising operation. After the 
shooting but before release you could be interviewed 
again describing the pain and the thrill it had given 
you, and allowing the interviewer's cameraman one coy 
peek at the charming result." 

I found my voice at last, or enough of it to 
interrupt. I wanted to say I could not agree. I wanted 
to say the pain would be more than I could possibly 
bear. Instead I heard myself ask: "How would the 
operation be done, sir?" 

"I see you already imagine the possibilities. You are 
a true professional, Megumi-san," said Mr Nagao. 
"Obviously the scene would have to follow one in which 
you were sexually stimulated, so that you were 
receptive to the pain as a source of pleasure and 
satisfaction. First your nipples would be teased into 
the strongest erection you had ever experienced. Then 
each nipple in turn would be grasped by specially 
designed pincers with a hole cut on each side. The 
actor doing the piercing would then drill very, very 
slowly through the holes in the metal and thus through 
your nipple." 

I felt as if I were suspended between fear and desire: 
horror at the thought of the pain competing with lust 
to experience it. 

"To begin with, the hole would be filled with a length 
of thick surgical cotton, soaked in antiseptic, so 
that it could be kept open while the edges healed 
cleanly. The next scene in the film, however, would 
show you and your lover choosing the rings with which 
to adorn your breasts. Gold, of course, but they could 
be decorated with precious stones - the choice would 
be yours. Then we would film the rings being fitted: 
they would have to be cut, of course, then threaded 
through your nipples and welded together by an 
experienced jeweller. The result, I promise you, would 
be overwhelmingly exciting." He paused for a moment, 
then smiled reassuringly. "For you, of course; but for 
your audience too," he concluded. 

Fear and desire had blended together at last, as they 
did when I was being prepared for whipping. I knew now 
how much I wanted the experience he was offering me. 
The vision of my excited audience watching me undergo 
it decided me. At last I was able to ask: "Would it 
not be very, very painful, sir?" 

"Yes, Megumi, it would be dreadfully painful. We could 
of course use anaesthetic, but I would not want that 
and nor would you, I believe. Think how beautiful the 
pain would be, how skilfully you would share the 
experience with your audience, and how lovely you 
would look displaying your pretty breasts, their 
nipples permanently erected and so exquisitely 
decorated." 

"Would men really like me like that, sir?" 

"Men will adore you like that, Megumi. And think how 
provocative you would look in future when you are 
prepared for a whipping scene. Imagine yourself 
suspended by your ropes as usual, but also by chains 
clipped into the rings in your breasts. And at private 
parties - have we sent you yet to special private 
parties where the girls are whipped and tortured by 
the guests?" 

I shook my head in silence. 

"Have we not? Well, we must put that right soon. You 
are more than ready for it, I think. And so does Mr 
Otani. Just think how tempting your pierced breasts 
will be - and how well adapted the gold rings will be 
to the attentions of specialised equipment." 

I looked at him in surprise. He knew at once what I 
wanted to ask. 

"Have you not experienced the pleasures of electric 
shock torture? You will enjoy that - and so will your 
admirers. Oh, Megumi, you will be one of the most 
desired women in the world." 

I lowered my eyes shyly. That my adored Mr Otani 
thought I was fit to attend such events and be whipped 
and tortured in these thrilling ways before an 
audience, rather than just for his own enjoyment, was 
a startling and exciting thought. I wanted to be sure, 
but it seemed immodest to ask. At last I said, "Does 
Mr Otani really want me to go to parties like that? 
And will _he_ like me with my breasts pierced?" I felt 
myself blushing uncontrollably. 

"Mr Otani is very enthusiastic about the idea," Mr 
Nagao replied. "He believes - we both believe - that 
your sexuality is developing so that you are now ready 
to attend events such as I have described. It would 
give great pleasure to the company's contacts - and to 
you of course," he added with a smile; "and you will 
learn further skills which will look beautiful in our 
future productions. As regards the film showing the 
piercing operation, he is convinced it will be a 
best-seller in the United States as well as here, and 
that the extra beauty and sexiness the decorations 
will give you will make you one of the hottest 
properties in the business. In fact," he continued 
after a pause, "I am a bit worried that he plans to 
take you away from me once the operation has made you 
famous and launch you on a career in America. Still, 
that is a problem for the future." 

"Even so, sir, I'm not sure I have the courage to bear 
it." 

I hardly noticed - but I am sure Mr Nagao did - my 
treacherous fingers stealing to my breasts and, 
through the thin cloth of my dress, screwing the 
nipple-clamps several notches higher to an extreme of 
torment I had never previously attempted. The suddenly 
increased stimulation, working on my fevered 
imagination, almost brought me to orgasm. 

"You must prepare for it. You must work even harder at 
training yourself to experience pain as the ultimate 
pleasure - and your sweet young breasts to yearn for 
it. We do not want our dear little Megumi to have to 
endure such torture until she feels ready for it and 
begs of her own free will to undergo it." 

"Thank you, sir. You have always been very kind to 
me." 

"Meanwhile, let us continue with the short videos you 
have to make. We will try to produce them in a 
sequence which will build up your reputation, and lead 
to the climax we are both planning. Think of it as a 
wonderful consummation that you can look forward to 
more and more each day." 

There was a long pause while I thought it over - felt 
it over would be more accurate, as my state of sexual 
arousal was now so intense that rational thought was 
impossible. 

"May I ask a question, sir?" 

"Yes, of course." 

"I have heard that it is possible for a girl to have 
her ... to have rings placed in other places too. I 
think perhaps - if you allow it - I would like that." 

"You would enjoy having the lips of your cunt pierced 
and decorated too? And perhaps your clitoris?" 

I looked at him silently, blushing furiously. Mr Nagao 
gave me a kindly smile. 

"Do you want to discuss it any further now, or shall 
we leave it at that for the moment?" he asked. He 
looked closely at me and realised that I was now 
panting with desire, unable to prevent my hands from 
shamelessly, openly stroking my breasts and cunt in a 
desperate search for release from the tension. 

"Oh, my dear, it was thoughtless of me to arouse you 
like that. May I help you?" 

Speechlessly I nodded. 

"Stand up and let me see you take off your dress. Do 
it as slowly as you can bear to, and when at last you 
show me your sweet body, imagine that it is already 
exquisitely decorated in the way we have been 
discussing. Try to think of the effect it will have on 
a lover seeing you like that for the first time." 

When at last I was naked I cupped my hands under my 
breasts, their little silver clamps biting hard into 
my nipples, displaying them to him shamelessly, 
revealing the true depth of my addiction beyond any 
future denial, begging him silently to enjoy their 
beauty, one day to be enhanced still further. 

"Oh, Megumi," he said, "I think you were being a 
little naughty when you suggested you were not yet 
ready to embrace the pain I am planning for you, when 
you have already learnt to torment your pretty breasts 
so sweetly." 

"Yes, sir. Please forgive me." 

For answer, he reached forward and slowly twisted the 
clamps, first one then the other, to their highest 
setting - something I had never dared attempt before. 
I gasped, and as the lovely torture reached its height 
of perfect agony, almost bringing me to the point of 
orgasm, I wondered what I had been afraid of. 

"Is that nice?" he asked with a smile. 

"Oh, sir, it is heavenly. Is that -" I added with a 
confused blush "- I mean - is there any way of making 
them hurt me even more?" 

"No, Megumi. There has to be some limit, even for you. 
Even the drill piercing sharply through your delicious 
young breasts will not hurt you more." 

I thought about that. It seemed a pity. 

"I may keep the clamps on while you fuck me, mayn't 
I?" I asked anxiously. 

"Of course, my dear, if it would please you," Mr Nagao 
replied. "I am not jealous of toys like that! They 
look very pretty on you, and you look charming when 
you are so sexually aroused by pain. We must think of 
some other delightful ways of increasing your 
pleasure." 

I was so excited I could only look at him gratefully. 
Suddenly he changed the subject. 

"Megumi, when you perform a striptease like you did 
just now, do you know who is being teased?" 

"Of course!" I said. "I am. It gives me such a 
wonderful thrill to offer myself naked to my audience, 
and I tease myself by putting it off till I can't 
stand it any longer." 

"Very good! How long have you understood that so 
well?" 

"Ever since I was very young," I replied. "I would lie 
in bed at night teasing myself, imagining myself being 
watched, trying to put off the moment. Of course, that 
was a fantasy. Here I can do it for real." 

"Megumi, it is a delight to work with you. Together we 
will do wonderful things." 

"Thank you, sir." I hesitated a moment. "When will you 
send me to some of the whipping parties you described, 
sir? I think I should like that." 

"Soon, Megumi. All in good time." 

"Will you take me now please, sir? I want it so 
badly."


[Next in Part 25: Chapter XVIII: An Invitation to 
Dinner] 

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