I AM NOT ASHAMED 04

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER IV

After the Wedding

"Don't leave now, Kimiko-san," said my new friend 
Noriko, "the party's not over yet!" 

So we all went back into the big studio and I sat down 
again at our table. The fresh September air in the 
street had steadied me and I told myself I would not 
stay in this dangerously exciting company more than 
another thirty minutes at most. That would be enough 
for politeness, and they wouldn't miss me much when I 
left. I didn't feel I wanted to sit next to Mr 
Williams again, so I sat on the velvet-covered 
bench-seat beside Reiko this time, with him on her 
other side and Noriko and Midori facing us on their 
chairs. There was already a new atmosphere: the music 
was louder and more insistent, and the lighting 
brightly coloured and pulsating in line with the 
volume. People were removing the top table, now empty, 
from its platform. Someone had refilled our 
wine-glasses and, feeling thirsty again in the warm 
room, I drank most of mine before remembering that I 
had already had much more than I usually thought 
suitable. 

I decided to forgive Mr Williams. As a _gaijin_ he 
probably did not know how wrong it was to attack a 
girl's reputation like that - especially on her 
wedding day! And now that I remembered, it was one of 
the girls, not he, who had started talking about him 
and Megumi having been lovers. Perhaps they really had 
been: and anyway no one really cared about things like 
that any more, so long as people were discreet. It 
suddenly occurred to me that he might be jealous and 
upset, having lost his beautiful girl to Mr Otani. 
Maybe that was why he was being so tactless. 

By now the top table was completely cleared and its 
platform was bathed in bright light. Clearly some 
performance was to take place. I wondered what it 
would be. A voice over the PA system called for Noriko 
and Midori. 

"That's us!" said my two companions excitedly. "It's 
time for our little show. Please excuse us a while!" 

Quickly they made their way through the crowd of 
tables and up the steps to the platform. The music 
became louder and more insistent. The colours of the 
lights shining down on them began to change. Were they 
going to entertain us with a song? 

For a while they just danced, together and separately; 
but then to my astonishment they began to undress, 
moving their bodies lasciviously in time to the music. 
Slowly they helped each other unzip their dresses and 
dropped them to the floor, so that they were clad only 
in their coloured gloves, high-heeled shoes - and 
little panties which I could now see were in matching 
colours too. A man in black sweater and slacks quickly 
removed the stiff heaps of petticoats, while the two 
girls continued dancing just as they were for a while 
as the audience cheered and clapped. 

I knew there were clubs where men went to watch girls 
dance almost naked like that, but of course _I_ had 
never seen such a thing before! I should have been 
shocked, but somehow I wasn't; the strangeness of the 
place, the wine I had drunk and perhaps above all the 
excitement and emotion I had felt at seeing pretty 
Megumi set off on her honeymoon with her loving 
husband - all these had their effect on me. Instead of 
thinking that Noriko and Midori were behaving 
shamelessly, my main thought was - extraordinary 
though it may seem - how sweet it was of them to let 
us all see how charming they looked with their clothes 
off. And they did look remarkably pretty, with the 
lights bathing their lithe bodies, long legs and firm 
breasts. I suddenly longed to see them without their 
panties. I was sure they would look even prettier like 
that. Heavens, what was I thinking? - then I 
remembered that Tomoko had said how beautiful Shizue 
looked, dancing completely nude under the lights. And, 
after all, paintings of beautiful naked girls are 
admired as artistic. So why shouldn't the real thing 
be artistic too? 

All at once the music changed again and the two girls 
stopped dancing. What were they going to do now? 
Heavens, they were climbing down from the stage, just 
as they were in nothing but gloves and their little 
panties, and coming back to our table. Again, somehow 
it didn't seem unnatural, and as they approached, 
smiling at me, I clapped eagerly to show them how much 
I had enjoyed watching them dance. But they didn't sit 
down: they came over to me and took my hands, pulling 
me out from my seat on the bench. I stood up, hardly 
noticing that the lights were now concentrated on the 
three of us; then started to resist, beginning to 
guess what they wanted. 

Reiko pushed me towards the two girls. "Go on!" she 
whispered to me. "Don't be afraid! They'll take good 
care of you, and show you what to do. You'll have such 
fun! And you know you _want_ to do it." 

Hardly aware of what I was doing, I let them pull me 
across the floor and up onto the stage, the spotlights 
following us. They bowed to the audience, and I did 
the same. I vaguely heard the MC make an announcement 
into his microphone that Miss Kimiko Kobayashi - he 
was talking about me! - was making her first public 
appearance. The enthusiastic applause and the heat of 
the lights added to my feeling of slight intoxication. 
I looked anxiously from Noriko to Midori: I was 
committed now. Would my new friends look after me and 
make sure that in my inexperience I didn't do anything 
inappropriate and shame myself? 

Still holding my hands they danced slowly to the deep, 
throbbing music, and, watching what they did, I began 
to do the same. After a minute or two of that, they 
closed in on me and began to help me out of my suit 
jacket. It was hot and I was glad to be free of it. 
Then, taking it in turns, one button at a time, they 
began to undo my blouse, finally pulling it slowly out 
of the waistband of my skirt, over my shoulders and 
off. After that I danced alone for a bit, till they 
both began to whisper urgently to me, "Take off your 
bra! Take it off! Be like us!" 

It was too late to wonder what had happened to my 
usual modesty. And it was true that they had been 
showing off their breasts - and more - for ages, and 
no one had thought it odd. So it must be all right for 
me to do the same. And of course I was rather proud of 
my breasts, and suddenly remembered I had thought much 
earlier how much nicer they were than Midori's or 
Noriko's. Now I had the chance to prove it! My hands 
moved slowly round my back as I danced and unhooked my 
bra. As my hands fell to my sides again the bra 
slipped down my arms and to the floor. For the first 
time since I began to become a woman, I was exhibiting 
myself partly naked to a room full of approving 
strangers. It felt nice. Midori and Noriko were 
dancing close to me, and each put an arm round my 
waist. Then with their free hands they began to stroke 
and tickle my bare breasts. It felt so nice! I could 
feel myself ting­ling delightfully, the way I did when 
I played with my sensitive breasts alone in bed. I had 
the same lovely feeling that all in my life was well. 
The girls let go of me and pushed me gently towards 
the front of the stage. I didn't want to lose the 
lovely tingling feeling so I went on stroking my 
breasts with my own fingers, while the audience 
applauded and showed how much I was pleasing them. 

I still had my skirt on, which the other girls didn't, 
so I began to loosen the waistband. Gradually I eased 
the tight skirt down my legs, let it drop and kicked 
it aside. I went on dancing at the front of the stage, 
more and more enthusiastically. 

Suddenly I realised that Noriko and Midori were 
kneeling on either side of me. I felt their hands on 
my waist, as together they eased my tights slowly down 
my dancing legs. For a moment I hopped on my right 
foot as Noriko removed my left shoe, pulled the leg of 
the tights fully off, and put the shoe on again for 
me. Then I did the same on the other side for Midori. 
They were so kind and gentle to me, knowing how 
inexperienced I was, that I really loved them for it. 
It felt much more comfortable, dancing with bare legs 
without the clinging tights under the hot lighting. 

The music reached a crescendo and there was a crash of 
cymbals. Noriko tore off her dear little panties, 
tossed them into the audience, and posed in only her 
pink gloves and shoes while everyone applauded. I was 
so glad they thought she had done well. There was 
another crash, and Midori did the same, the touches of 
green on her arms and feet making her nakedness 
especially charming. As the two girls twisted and 
turned and showed themselves off, I could only gaze at 
them with delight. How right I had been to want to see 
them completely nude: they looked _beautiful_! I 
remembered Noriko saying how much she and her friend 
enjoyed being nude while everyone watched. Could I 
hope to look as nice as they did? Would I enjoy it? 
Something inside me was saying "yes"! 

Now it was my turn. But my panties, though pretty and 
lacy, were the ordinary type with elastic, rather than 
the sweet side-tie panties my two friends had worn. 
What should I do? Fortunately someone had seen my 
predicament. The man in black who had earlier taken 
care of their dresses when they discarded them entered 
again, and presented them each with a pair of 
scissors. The audience laughed and clapped as they 
snapped the blades to and fro on either side of me. 
Then once again they were kneeling beside me, their 
clever fingers slicing the blades through the white 
cloth of the panties. With my friends helping me, I 
didn't even have to throw the remains of the panties 
into the audience, which was just as well as I 
wouldn't have known who to throw them to! 

I danced happily by myself, delighted that I had been 
such a success on my first attempt. After a while I 
looked around: my two friends were nowhere to be seen. 
I was alone on stage and completely naked apart from 
my white high-heels. To my astonishment I didn't see 
my clothes anywhere. But I couldn't stay up there for 
ever. Perhaps someone had kindly taken my clothes to 
my table and was looking after them for me. I waited 
for a change in the music, then stepped off the stage 
and returned to where we had all been sitting. I felt 
strange: my head was buzzing and my feet didn't want 
to obey me. It must be all the wine I had unwisely 
drunk, I thought - that and the effect of dancing so 
vigorously under the hot lights. The people I passed, 
the spotlights still following me, applauded me and, 
seeing how unsteady I was, reached out for me, 
supporting me, gently stroking me and kindly inviting 
me to join their tables; but I tried to explain that I 
wanted to find my friends. I knew I was naked and 
somehow it didn't matter. What mattered was that my 
nudity pleased the other guests. Their approval made 
everything all right, just as a rare word of praise 
from my boss made my work as an OL worthwhile. It was 
an odd feeling being on display like that, but I was 
enjoying it - as something deep inside me had told me 
I would. 

There was no sign of Noriko and Midori at our table, 
however, and someone in the audience had taken away 
their chairs. My modesty returning at last, I stood 
with my hands folded over my crotch wondering what on 
earth I was to do. The bench seat was a bit crowded. 
Reiko had been joined by a man: they were kissing each 
other and she seemed to have taken most of her clothes 
off. I was glad she had found a friend. I squeezed in 
next to Mr Williams, who kindly put his right arm 
round my waist to stop me sliding off the end. 

"Goodness, that was fun!" I gasped. "I've never done 
anything like that before. Do you know where they've 
put my clothes? But it's such hard work! Feel how my 
heart is beating." 

Mr Williams slid his hand up till it was just below my 
breast, some of his fingers stroking its lower curve 
while others pressed against my ribs. 

"Can't feel anything," he said. 

"Silly! That's the wrong side," I laughed at him. 
"Don't you know the heart is on the left?" 

His big strong hands almost met round my little waist 
as he lifted me onto his lap, so that he could more 
easily feel my left breast and my heart beating just 
below it. His hands felt firm and warm: it was like 
being examined by a doctor. In a way. It was odd but 
also comfortable to be sitting on his lap, leaning 
back against his chest. I was still feeling a little 
giddy from the excitement, and from all the wine I had 
drunk, so I was glad to have his strong arms to 
support me. All the same, there was something strange 
and hard pressing against my bottom. 

"Yes, I can feel it now," he said. "It is beating 
fast. I wonder why?" 

"I told you!" I protested. "Because I've been working 
hard up there on the stage." 

"Perhaps there's another reason too," he suggested. 
"How lovely your breasts are," he added. 

"Thank you," I said, feeling very grown-up in 
accepting such a compliment without embarrassment. 

His left hand was now caressing my plump breasts in 
turn, the fingertips squeezing and then stroking the 
nipples. It felt lovely. I drank a little more wine, 
not caring whose glass I was using. His right hand, no 
longer vainly looking for the beat of my heart on the 
wrong side, slid down and began to stroke my thigh, 
gradually inserting itself between my legs. I let him 
know I didn't like that. 

"Why so shy, darling? You're not still a virgin, are 
you?" 

"Oh, no," I assured him, anxious not to seem 
inexperienced. "I had a boyfriend once. But he hurt me 
rather." 

"I wouldn't hurt you," he said. 

"I'm not sure ..." 

He stopped stroking my breasts for a moment and 
pointed round the room, where the spotlights were 
picking out other couples. I was astonished to see how 
many of the girls were naked like me. It was nice not 
to be the only one - and to think that it was I who 
had set the example! Where had I heard someone say 
something like that just recently? Oh, yes: Mr 
Williams had said Megumi loved being the first to show 
herself naked at a party, and liked to encourage all 
the other girls to do the same. Of course Megumi 
wasn't there any more; but it steadied me to think 
that she would have approved of what I was doing. 

Suddenly I spotted Noriko in her long green gloves, 
letting out little squeals of excitement as she 
bounced up and down on a man's lap; and wasn't that 
the fair-haired _gaijin_ girl, Megumi's friend who had 
made a speech, kneeling on the floor with a group of 
men around her? At first I couldn't quite see what she 
was doing, but then one of the men moved away for a 
moment. Surely she wasn't ... My former boyfriend had 
tried to persuade me to do that but I hadn't liked the 
idea. But she was doing it so enthusiastically and 
seemed to be enjoying it so much ... I said nothing, 
but slightly parted my thighs as if by mistake. Mr 
Williams's hand was very gentle, his fingers dabbling 
in the liquid which had started to flow again from 
between my legs - oh dear, was there nothing I could 
do to control it? Gradually a finger began to find its 
way inside me, setting off sensations I had never 
known before - certainly not from my former boyfriend. 
I realised that it was because of the juice that his 
finger could slide in and out so smoothly. So that was 
why it came. It was good to have that explained at 
last. 

"Is that nice?" he asked quietly. 

"It's lovely," I said truthfully. "Please don't 
stop." 

"I won't," he said, "but shall we go somewhere more 
comfortable? And give poor Reiko and her lover more 
room?" 

"Oh, yes - of course!" I said hurriedly, feeling 
guilty at having caused them inconvenience by forcing 
myself into the group. 

There were still couches and sofas arranged against 
the walls of the studio, where we had sat earlier 
waiting to be shown to our tables. Now, I saw, they 
were mostly occupied by naked couples murmuring and 
moaning happily together as they explored each other's 
willing bodies with hands and mouths ... At last, this 
was the experience I had been secretly longing for; 
and I was glad that, with the help of my new friends, 
I was learning to do what everyone else was doing. It 
would have been terribly shaming to stand out from the 
crowd in my inexperience, letting them see I didn't 
know how to behave. How to - oh dear! - how to make 
love ... 

His arm round my waist, Mr Williams took me to an 
empty couch. I helped him take off his clothes and we 
sat side by side for a while as he kissed and fondled 
me. It was so much nicer than anything else I had ever 
experienced. Then he made me lie on my back, and to my 
surprise knelt on the floor beside me. 

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable up here?" I asked. 

He said nothing, but kissed my breasts, making me moan 
with pleasure as he sucked hard on my nipples so that 
they stood up more firmly than ever. I was glad he 
liked my breasts so much. Then his hands and mouth 
began to move slowly downwards, stroking and kissing 
my tummy. He made me giggle helplessly when his mouth 
reached my navel, his tongue exploring the little 
dimple for what felt like hours while I wriggled from 
side to side, laughing and begging him to stop while 
hoping he wouldn't. In response he simply slid his 
hands under my bottom and held me firmly in the 
position he wanted. 

At last he left my ticklish navel alone, and I felt 
the tip of his tongue delicately tracing lines across 
my lower body, finally beginning to pasture among the 
little triangle of springy black hairs between my 
legs. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever 
happened to me, and I could feel the thick juice begin 
to collect again, wetting the lips of my pussy among 
the hairs - I did know that what I had between my legs 
was sometimes called a pussy, and I was so excited now 
that I didn't mind thinking the word. I begged Mr 
Williams to stop as I tossed helplessly from side to 
side, but I'm afraid he knew I secretly didn't want 
him to. He was now kneeling between my open legs, and 
his hands slid down from my bottom to hold my upper 
thighs apart. Suddenly I felt his tongue jump straight 
to my pussy, reaching deep inside while his lips 
lovingly kissed my - well, my other lips. 

I screamed with the joy of it: there was no way I 
could pretend to want him to stop now. Instead I 
begged him to penetrate me deeper, to lick me harder. 
I felt his tongue exploring me, lapping up the juice 
which was now dripping fast from somewhere inside. 
Could he possibly _enjoy_ that? - I wondered for a 
moment, before all thought was annihilated in an 
intense spasm of even greater pleasure. His mouth 
withdrew from my hole and moved a little way up till 
it could tease and suck and kiss my shy little 
clitoris, which had helplessly erected itself under 
the influence of so much excitement and arousal. 

I had a rough idea, of course, of what an orgasm was 
supposed to feel like: my clumsy former boyfriend had 
never been able to give me one, but I had fingered and 
stroked myself often enough in bed and in the bath. 
And girls' magazines these days are very explicit 
about masturbation techniques. But I had never felt or 
imagined anything like the explosion of pleasure which 
began to build up under Mr Williams's skilful tongue 
and hands. I tried to hold it back, thinking I should 
wait till he had entered my pussy with his penis, but 
it was like trying to delay the waves of the sea. I 
was vaguely aware that coloured spotlights and white 
flashes were caressing me, exciting me even further. 
My hands were on the back of his head now, pushing his 
face ever more deeply into my most sensitive places as 
I heaved and twisted under him, screaming with joy and 
begging for more as wave after wave broke and carried 
me to ever greater ecstasy. 

"Oh, that was so wonderful!" I gasped once my climax 
was past and my breathing and heartbeat had returned 
to something closer to normal. "Thank you, oh thank 
you! But I must do something for you, now." 

He was on top of me on the couch now, supporting 
himself on his knees and elbows. 

"Sure, just help me into that sweet little cunt of 
yours," he panted. 

"Oh, but I wanted to please you with my mouth like you 
did me. It was so lovely. Wouldn't you like that? But 
of course, I've never done it before," I added sadly, 
"so perhaps I won't be any good. Will you teach me?" 

So now Mr Williams lay on his back and it was my turn 
to kneel between his legs. With my hands I explored 
his huge, throbbing penis. I lent forward and, very 
tentatively, put the head between my lips. There were 
already a few drops of liquid oozing from the little 
hole in the tip: it had a strange, salty taste. I 
began to slide my lips further down the shaft. 

"Try to keep your lips firm and tight," said Mr 
Williams, "and don't forget to use your tongue. Just 
flick it to and fro. The underneath of the shaft is 
the best, tender part - like _maguro-sashi_." 

I couldn't say anything with my mouth stuffed full but 
I giggled a bit at the comparison with the soft belly 
of the raw tuna. The giggle seemed to give him a nice 
feeling. Soon I was performing as he instructed and he 
was groaning and begging for more - just as I had done 
a short while ago. 

"Can you get it further in?" he asked. "Try and 
swallow it. Don't worry about the length - just try 
and swallow the head, and the rest will go down 
easily." 

In my eagerness to take as much as possible of his 
penis into my mouth I was pushing the head right up 
against my throat on the down stroke, and the contact 
was making me gag. What would it feel like to have 
this great, firm bar of flesh - so soft and velvety on 
the outside - thrust down my throat? I was sure I 
would be sick if I tried. But I took his advice and 
tried to imagine that I was swallowing something soft 
and round, like one of the _mochi_ rice-balls we eat 
in soup at New Year. To my surprise it went down 
easily. Mr Williams let out a great shout of pleasure 
and the next moment his hands were forcing my head 
deeply down onto him, his thick penis sliding further 
into my throat. The suddenness of it made me want to 
gag, but with my mouth and throat so full it was 
impossible. I could tell from his groans that the 
waves were crashing onto the beach for him too: my 
lips and tongue were now stimulating the very root of 
his penis, his pubic hair tickling my nose just as the 
champagne bubbles had done, while my throat held the 
shaft like a vice, locked in the first movement of a 
choking fit. 

It didn't last long. In my intimate contact with his 
penis I could feel something trying to force its way 
up the shaft. A first spasm of semen shot into my 
throat: he released the pressure on my head, so that 
his penis could slide back up into my mouth, and flood 
me with jolt after jolt of thick cream. It tasted 
strange, but it was so nice to swallow his liquid as 
he had licked up mine; I drank it gratefully, sucking 
the head of his penis and licking the little hole till 
I was sure there wasn't a drop more to be had. 

Then I lay happily in his arms as he stroked and 
petted me, and told me how wonderful I was. I suddenly 
remembered that only recently I had been worried about 
Megumi marrying a man who was half a Westerner - and 
here was I having just made love with a _gaijin_! And 
he had treated me so kindly and beautifully! 

"Have you really never done that before?" Mr Williams 
was asking. "You were marvellous." 

So I told him about my former boyfriend, and how he 
was clumsy and hurt me, so I had never wanted to do it 
for him. And how I had thought sex would always be 
like that: something men enjoyed but women had to put 
up with. 

"And now you know better?" 

"Now I know better. And I know that I've wasted a lot 
of time and must catch up. Do it to me again, please." 

"Have a heart, Kimiko-san!" he protested. "A man has 
to wait a while till he's ready again." 

"Really?" I said. "I'm ready. I think I'll always be 
ready." 

"Yeah. Girls are so lucky. Let's go and watch what the 
others are doing - maybe that'll get me started 
again." 

It was certainly fun to watch the other guests. They 
were nearly all naked by now, so I didn't feel at all 
out of place walking around in nothing but my white 
high-heeled shoes. Couples were making different kinds 
of love in all sorts of pretty ways, and for a while 
we watched a man taking two girls at once, one on his 
mouth and one on his cock. Yes, my wonderful new lover 
was teaching me to use lovers' language. He said it 
was much nicer if a girl called "cunt", "cock" and 
"arse" - and "fucking" too, of course - by their real 
names. These words sounded so sweet when said by a 
girl, he said, and were very arousing for a man. Since 
I wanted to please him, I said of course I would 
remember to use them. 

When we came close to the stage, I saw that some 
equipment was being set up. Perhaps there was going to 
be another show! Could I take part? A pile of ropes 
had been left on one corner of the stage. I don't know 
what it was that attracted me to them so strongly, but 
without thinking I put out one hand and stroked them. 
I was surprised at the way they felt: I had expected 
them to be rough and hairy, and I suppose they were a 
little; but to me they felt at the same time smooth 
and sensuous. Shyly I lifted one of them a little and 
rubbed it gently against my breasts: the feeling of 
softness and strength together, like Mr Williams's 
cock in a way, excited me. From some corner of my mind 
whose existence I had never known before a vision grew 
and began to possess me: a vision of myself helplessly 
roped and bound before an appreciative audience. I 
could see myself as they did, admiring the way the 
ropes bit into my smooth skin and the beauty of my 
flesh as it peeped out between the bonds; at the same 
time I could feel what it was like to be myself, 
luxuriating in their loving caress, eager to do 
whatever would be given me to do in my helplessness. 

I suddenly realised Mr Williams was watching me as I 
stood there, lost in my vision of bliss. 

"Like them?" he asked. 

Without waiting long for an answer he took a rope from 
the pile, coiled it three times tightly round my waist 
and tied the ends together as if it was an _obi_ sash 
round a _yukata_ bathrobe. Except of course that I 
wasn't wearing a _yukata_. I said nothing, just looked 
up at him, unable to express my excitement at this 
wonderful new sensation. He took another rope, draped 
it round my neck, and then passed the ends between my 
legs and tucked them tightly into the back of the rope 
round my waist. It was delightful to feel the ropes 
tickling my crotch while at the same time holding me 
so firmly. I wriggled slightly, making them tickle me 
more. 

I still said nothing, just gazed at him in wonder. He 
looked at me, and then called up to the MC on the 
stage. 

"I think you've got a volunteer for this. Come and get 
her before she changes her mind!" 

The MC hurried over and squatted down on the edge of 
the stage. 

"Hello, young lady! Are you ready to give us all 
another show?" 

Still I could find no words. I just climbed onto the 
stage and stood submissively before him, the soft, 
firm ropes still holding me and delighting me. Then at 
last I said to Mr Williams, "You won't let them hurt 
me, will you?" 

The MC called excitedly to the technicians, and soon 
loud, throbbing music filled the studio again while 
lights began to flood the stage. He took away the 
ropes which Mr Williams had draped round me, and 
brought me naked to the front of the stage while he 
announced into the microphone that Miss Kimiko 
Kobayashi, who had been such a success earlier with 
the distinguished audience when she presented herself 
nude for the first time in public, would now make her 
first ever appearance as a Bondage Princess. He called 
up Noriko and Midori to help me in my presentation. 
They seemed a bit reluctant to leave their lovers, but 
I was glad to have their support. 

My helpers first tied my hands firmly behind me, high 
up on my back, then took the long ends of the rope 
round my neck before tying them together, so that I 
could not lower my hands without risking strangling 
myself. Another rope tied my elbows tightly together 
many times, keeping my arms motionless and forcing my 
shoulders back and my breasts firmly forward. It hurt 
rather, but somehow it felt good too. Then they began 
to decorate my helpless, excited body. The first rope 
went round me twice just above my breasts, tying my 
upper arms even more firmly to my sides, and was 
knotted at my back. The second did the same just below 
my breasts, with the ends this time at the front so 
that they could be brought up between my breasts and 
tied to the first rope. It was a wonderfully 
stimulating feeling to wear this imprisoning yet open 
bra, and my nipples were achingly erect as the 
sensitive skin of my breasts welcomed the ropes' 
embrace. Another rope went round my waist, 
_obi_-style, as before, and the next was tied tightly 
round my upper thighs, just below my bottom. Then my 
knees and ankles were tied, and my transformation was 
complete. I could stand, so long as I was careful to 
stay completely upright balancing on my high-heels, 
but I could not move at all. I suppose it might have 
been possible to sit or kneel, but without the use of 
my hands to save myself from a fall there was not much 
point in trying. I was totally helpless in my ropes 
under the bright caressing lights, and it felt 
absolutely wonderful. My vision of myself a few 
minutes earlier was now aligned perfectly with 
reality. It was as if some God or Goddess had reached 
down from Heaven and granted me complete harmony. The 
thought that anyone could do anything they liked to 
me, and that I would be powerless to stop it, sent 
great waves of sensual excitement through me. 

The MC invited the audience to admire me, which they 
did with vociferous applause, exciting me still 
further. I knew the true inner source of my happiness 
was that the intense vision of myself which I had 
experienced was now being realised so perfectly. But 
in their own way my new friends were making me happy 
too: it was lovely to be approved of, and to feel I 
was doing the right thing. The MC turned to me. 

"We're going to make you kneel now, Kimiko-san, so 
that we can all have some fun with you. We'll turn you 
to face sideways, then you just lean forward: when you 
lose your balance we'll catch you and put you in 
position." 

Again I felt wonderfully helpless, abandoning myself 
to my friends who skilfully folded me into an upright 
kneeling position. They showed me a blindfold, then 
tied it firmly round my eyes so that everything was 
completely dark. Noriko and Midori explained that they 
were going to select a man to have me, and I heard 
them run off into the audience. 

During the pause I felt my heart beating faster and 
faster with excitement. What where they going to do to 
me? I was almost faint with desire to submit to it, 
whatever it was. Being completely helpless meant I had 
no control over what I was about to do, and therefore 
no reason to be ashamed of it. The thrill of being so 
literally shameless was driving me to an ecstasy I had 
never dreamt was possible. Soon I felt something hard 
yet soft pressing against my face. Thanks to Mr 
Williams's demonstration I recognised it as an erect 
cock and opened my mouth to receive it: unable to see 
what I was doing, or to move more than a few 
centimetres forward or back without losing my balance, 
I was completely at my lover's disposal. I was so glad 
Mr Williams had given me those lessons in how to 
please a man with my mouth! Soon my new lover was 
groaning and staggering as he filled my mouth with 
cum. I was accustomed to the taste now, and this 
tasted good: but somehow a bit different from Mr 
Williams's. 

"Would you like another one?" asked the MC. 

"Oh, _yes_!" I replied, eager to find out if they all 
tasted different. He let me have another three treats 
one after the other and they each did, in a subtle 
way. Happily I gulped down the creamy fuck which 
spurted into me. Then the MC said they wanted to use 
me for something else. 

"Oh, can't I suck another cock first?" I asked 
anxiously from behind my blindfold, then adding - 
rather cleverly, I thought - "Mayn't I suck yours for 
you?" 

"You just did!" said the MC with a laugh. "Didn't you 
realise? No, it's time for something new. Something 
you'll enjoy even more." 

"Oh, please, yes _please_ do whatever you like to 
me!" I said. 

"You can't stop us anyway, can you?" he said. 

"No, I'm at your mercy!" I said blissfully. "Oh, this 
is so wonderful! Being so completely helpless, I mean. 
But you will be gentle, won't you?" 

The two girls held me carefully by the arms and tilted 
me forwards. They had arranged some kind of 
comfortable prop for my upper chest to lean on, 
otherwise without the use of my hands I would have 
crashed onto the floor. To my surprise they then undid 
the rope round my thighs just below my bottom: in a 
way I was glad, because in my excitement copious 
amounts of juice had been flowing from my cunt down my 
thighs, and while they were tied so tightly together 
the result was rather sticky and uncomfortable. They 
wanted me to kneel with my knees drawn up under me and 
my bottom high in the air, and helped to fold me into 
that position. I hoped they would wipe away the juice 
which had dripped from my cunt, but they left it on my 
thighs to dry in the air. It tickled as it dried: the 
tickling felt nice and I enjoyed it. Then the girls 
passed a rope tightly round my knees, brought the ends 
up over my shoulders and then tied them to the rope 
round my wrists. There was now no way I could move 
more than a few millimetres from my new position. 

The girls knelt beside me and one of them - since I 
was still blindfolded, I couldn't tell which - said, 
"We're going to gag you now. You know what that means, 
don't you? You won't be able to tell us to stop doing 
whatever it is we're going to do to you next. Do you 
mind about that?" 

"No," I said, "I want you to do it - whatever it is. 
I'm sure you'll look after me. But please don't hurt 
me." 

"Don't worry," the other one said, "you'll love it. 
Open your mouth." 

I did so obediently, and a plastic plug was at once 
pushed into my face. My mouth and tongue could tell 
that it was shaped just like a man's cock, except that 
it was rather shorter so that the head did not push 
against my throat. I could feel a strap being fixed 
tightly round the back of my head, as I flicked my 
tongue around the plastic cock's underside just as if 
it were real. It was a good opportunity to practice, I 
thought. I wanted to learn to be _very_ good at 
sucking cocks! 

Suddenly I felt hands caressing my arse, pulling the 
globes apart and gently feeling along the crack 
between them. Fingers delicately and skilfully probed 
my cunt, provoking an even greater flow of juice. At 
last a cock began to enter me: I did so hope it was Mr 
Williams's, since he had deprived himself of that 
pleasure in order to give me an even greater thrill 
when we made love earlier. Almost at once I was 
propelled into helpless orgasm as I knelt. One after 
the other three different cocks entered me from behind 
and bathed my cunt in their cum while I gasped and 
grunted my delight as best I could with my 
stuffed-full mouth. 

There was a pause. A warm, wet cloth was suddenly 
applied to my cunt and gentle, probably female, 
fingers wiped me clean at last. Male fingers again 
stroked and parted my bottom, feeling their way along 
my crack even as far as my arsehole. I had sometimes 
fingered it in bed at night, but had never allowed 
anyone else to touch it. Something was now, ever so 
gently, requesting admittance; but my coy sphincter 
muscles rejected it. There was another pause. Now 
something else was trying its luck. It felt like a 
tongue - a man's, I supposed. Could a man actually 
_enjoy_ kissing and sucking a girl in such a place? My 
poor arsehole was terribly confused: loving the 
sensation but uncertain whether to allow it. The point 
of my lover's tongue managed to open the door just a 
crack but no further. Frustrated, it withdrew; then I 
felt cool air being blown gently onto my damp skin 
which fluttered delightfully under this new sensation. 

Now the clever fingers were at their work again along 
my crack. The one working on my arsehole was 
different: greasy and smooth as it had not been 
before. It reassured my bottom with the delicacy of 
its approaches; then took it completely by surprise 
and entered me up to the first joint. Despite the gag 
filling my mouth I gasped with astonishment and 
pleasure. 

"Are you enjoying it, Kimiko-san?" one of the girls 
asked in my ear. 

"Don't be silly, Midori-san," I heard the other say. 
"You know she can't answer. Anyway, look at the way 
she's making love to his hand." 

It was true. With the few millimetres of movement 
allowed to me by my bonds, I was unconsciously pushing 
my bottom back onto the wonderfully arousing finger, 
trying to force it deeper into my gasping anus. 

"Are you enjoying it?" the first girl said again, 
insinuatingly. "Try to make an 'mm'mm' sound if you 
are." 

"Mm'mm, mm'mm, mm'mm!" 

"She's enjoying it." 

"Well, of course she is," said the other, "any girl 
would." 

The finger pushed firmly on into my fundament. The 
sensation was wonderful: like having an unreachable 
itch delicately scratched for you by a thoughtful 
friend. Except that this was an itch I hadn't known I 
had till he scratched it. I hoped he wouldn't scratch 
it away for ever. It would be nice to know that the 
itch was always there, waiting to be tickled 
unbearably and then gently scratched by those who knew 
where to find it. I continued to strain back in my 
tight ropes onto his hand. He twisted his finger 
delicately from side to side, and wiggled the top 
joint as it forced its way up into my intestines. 

The finger withdrew and I grunted my sadness into my 
plastic gag. I felt more delicate touches on my 
bottom, and blobs of lubricant being applied to the 
area around my arsehole. They felt cold, and tickled. 
Then something else was knocking on my back door. It 
felt huge - I knew what it must be, but could I 
possibly accept it? I wanted to, oh _so_ much. Like 
the finger, my new friend waited till it could take 
the castle by surprise, then - all at once - the head 
was inside me. We both waited for a while, then 
gradually the huge cock began to advance. Again I 
strained back onto it as best I could. As it moved 
into me, it added an intriguing edge of pain to my 
pleasure; but whenever it stopped for a while the 
spreading warmth and arousal were overwhelming. Just 
in case there was any misunderstanding, I emitted 
"mm'mm" sounds for all I was worth into my gag. 

The pleasure was all the more intense because I felt 
no shame. I could never have run naked of my own will 
onto this stage and begged this man - whoever he was - 
to fuck my bottom. However desperately I had secretly 
wanted to do it, the shame would have been too great 
and, as I have often had to explain to foreign 
friends, it is shame, not guilt, that keeps Japanese 
in check.[2] But now I was bound and utterly helpless. 
How could anyone expect me to prevent these wonderful 
things being done to me? So long as I was helpless, I 
was free: free to enjoy what they were doing to me 
with all my heart, just as much as they wanted me to. 

The poor muscles of my arse had no idea what to do. In 
their delight they eagerly gripped my lover's cock; at 
the same time it was their job to expel this intruding 
object which had appeared from nowhere. This constant 
confusion of movement along the shaft of his cock must 
have given my unknown lover the greatest pleasure, as 
it did me. He was now fully inside me, and for a while 
was content to lie there in my tight glove, relishing 
the extraordinary fullness and intimacy as much as I 
did. He leant forward, supporting his weight on one 
hand but using the other to caress and squeeze my 
breasts. I was grateful to him for that, as the 
stimulation of the ropes tightly embracing them had 
left them deeply frustrated. Then gradually he began 
to move his wonderful cock, fucking my anus as if it 
were my cunt. He did it as delicately and gently as he 
could, but the excitement built up rapidly for both of 
us, and all too soon I was gasping and spluttering 
into the gag in my mouth as spurts of cum chased each 
other gloriously into me, while he whispered hoarse 
obscenities and endearments into my ears. "Oh, you 
gorgeous, insatiable little bitch! How I love your 
beautiful whore's arse! This is what you dream of all 
the time, isn't it? Who do you want in there next, you 
lovely promiscuous little slut?" You know the sort of 
thing. Every girl does, and adores it. 

At last it was over. His cock shrank, and slipped out 
of me. 

All too soon, I felt the ropes being unwound from my 
body. I was helped to my feet, able to balance for 
myself now but still tottery and unsteady from all 
that had been done to me. I could hear the audience 
applauding wildly, but my friends took the gag out of 
my mouth and the blindfold from my eyes last of all. 
The bright lights, when at last I saw them, confused 
me but as I bowed shyly I could tell that my 
performance had pleased my audience. How grateful I 
was to have been given such expert guidance on what to 
do on my first attempt! 

At last I was helped off the stage and gently guided 
towards the door from which, all those hours ago, 
Megumi had made her three appearances as a bride. 
Outside was a corridor which after a few turns brought 
Midori, Noriko and me to the elevator I had used on 
arrival. This time we went up, and after another short 
walk entered a large, brightly lit room which seemed 
to be full of mirrors. A big, older woman came rushing 
to meet me, full of talk and friendliness. 

"I'm Matsumoto!" she cried. "Congratulations! I saw 
your performance - you were wonderful!" 

"Matsumoto-san is in charge of the costume 
department," explained Midori. "She is our best 
friend. She makes sure we all look as sexy as possible 
when we're performing. But what she really enjoys is 
dressing us up for our dates." 

"And making sure we get fucked," added Noriko. 

"Oh, you silly girls, with looks like yours you'd get 
fucked anyway!" said Matsumoto-san. "But I help a 
little, I suppose. At least I make sure you wear what 
men really like, not what some pansy fashion designer 
tells you to wear." 

"And what _do_ men really like?" asked Noriko 
teasingly. 

"You're just making fun of me as usual," said 
Matsumoto-san affectionately. "But it's quite simple, 
as you know very well." The two girls joined in and 
chanted with her what was obviously a famous remark: 
"The longest possible hair, the shortest possible 
skirt, and the highest possible heels." Midori and 
Noriko broke off in giggles, and Matsumoto-san 
pretended to be annoyed. "You know it works. You want 
to please a real man and be certain of a great 
evening's fucking, you do what I tell you. You want to 
please some designer who doesn't really like girls 
anyway, try if you like, but don't come crying to me 
afterwards." 

"And then we have to repay her by telling her 
_everything_ that was done to us," Noriko continued, 
with a resigned shrug. 

"Well, my only pleasure nowadays is hearing what you 
hot little sluts get up to." The two girls tried to 
join in here too, but were still giggling too much to 
manage it. I guessed Matsumoto-san, like Confucius, 
was famous for her "jewelled sayings", but unlike him 
was too good-natured to mind being made fun of. "Now 
you, Kimiko, into the shower with you. I want you 
looking like a squeaky-clean little virgin before I 
send you home to your mummy and daddy. I've got your 
clothes here and I've just pressed your suit for you, 
so I guarantee you'll go home without even a 
fingerprint on you." 

"Thank you," I said weakly. "But do you think ... I 
mean, my mother is very clever and I have an elder 
sister - is it _possible_ to hide what I've done? I 
feel so different, don't I look different?" 

"Don't worry! No one looks more virginal than a girl 
who's just been given a good fucking and is secretly 
longing for the next." 

"I see." I hoped with all my heart she was right. "May 
I ... that is ... may I have a souvenir of this 
evening?" 

"Sure. What would you like?" 

"I know it sounds silly, but ... if I could have just 
a couple of the ropes they used on me ... and the 
blindfold and the gag ..." 

"Of course you can! Noriko, run along and get her what 
she wants from the studio before they pack it all 
away." She turned back to me. "You _have_ got a taste 
for that sort of thing, haven't you?" 

"Yes," I said weakly, too exhausted to pretend, "I'm 
afraid I have." 

I swayed and would have toppled over if she and Midori 
had not caught me. 


FOOTNOTE

[2] Or used to be. But recently I have noticed that 
young Japanese girls get a special sexual kick out of 
being shameless, as if they enjoyed breaking some 
fundamental taboo. My sexual exploration has been 
devoted to getting rid of shame; theirs seems to be 
based more on maintaining the sensation of shame in 
order to enjoy ignoring it. Will the Japanese develop 
into the first race whose girls' sexuality is 
controlled neither by shame nor by guilt? It will be 
interesting, and fun, to find out.               - K K 


[Next in Part 05: Chapter V: Two Sisters] 

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