I AM NOT ASHAMED 17

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER XVII

Master and Slave

The vision faded slowly, and after I do not know how 
long I opened my eyes to find myself lying naked on a 
couch. The noise of the party continued in another 
room, but I was almost alone. One part of my vision 
had been true: I felt warm and contented, my body at 
ease and, for the moment at least, satiated. My ropes 
had all been removed. I was wearing nothing but my 
gloves and my shoes, and someone was massaging me, 
gently removing the flakes of red candle-wax which had 
not already been flicked off me as I was whipped, 
rubbing cream into my naked skin ... someone who knew 
very well how to give pleasure. I looked round, and 
smiled happily. It was Suzy. 

"Oh, I have had such a lovely time," I said lazily. 
"Why couldn't it last for ever?" 

"Nothing lasts for ever," she said briskly, "though I 
began to wonder if you would ever come out of orgasm. 
You were screaming and begging for more for ages. In 
the end the men whipping you had to stop, and then we 
realised you'd passed out and took you down. Don't you 
remember?" 

I thought back. It was all a blur, but a few things 
stood out. 

"The cat was lovely," I said sleepily. 

"Yes, a cat is good when the man knows how to use it. 
It's not as strong as the other types of whip, but 
it's so wonderfully random. You never know where the 
tails are going to land. And the one they were using - 
you know, with the little knots in the lashes - that's 
_so_ nice. It leaves lovely little points of pain all 
over you, which you can go on enjoying for hours 
afterwards." 

I sighed happily as I remembered. I also remembered 
another cat like that, somewhere, in a drawer, waiting 
for me ... 

"I thought you preferred giving it rather than getting 
it," I then said teasingly. That reminded me of 
something I should have said before. "Oh, and those 
_wonderful_ nipple-clamps! Thank you, Suzy, so much! 
You can't imagine the pleasure they gave me - it was 
as if my whole body were on fire." I turned on my side 
and held out to her my arms in their long silver 
gloves. "Oh, I do love you!" I cried. 

"And I love you too, Kimiko!" 

At once she joined me on the couch, and her strong 
arms crushed me against her naked body, our tongues 
fighting with each other as we kissed passionately. 
Gradually I turned onto my back, relishing the sting 
of the rough cloth against my tender skin as Suzy lay 
above me, pressing her hips onto mine and rubbing 
herself against me. Of course I had enjoyed occasional 
experimentation with my school-friends, so innocent 
that one could hardly call it lesbian, exploring each 
other's bodies and wondering at the growth of our 
young breasts and the first down between our legs, but 
- apart from the little exhibition performance with 
Shizue at the love-hotel, designed to stimulate our 
shared lover into further efforts - this was the first 
time I had tried sex with an adult woman. Suzy had 
been so kind to me, and her strong body felt so good 
against mine, that I just hugged her to me and let her 
do whatever she wanted. After a while she disentangled 
herself from my arms and slid slowly down the length 
of my passive body, kissing and sucking me as a man 
would do. I felt her clever tongue probing and licking 
between my legs. Soon my silver hands were playing 
with her short golden hair as I gently directed her 
head to the places where I most longed for her skilful 
touch. 

"Oh, darling Suzy, let me do it to you too!" I 
exclaimed after a while, feeling guilty at letting her 
do all the work. 

She looked up and nodded eagerly. The couch was too 
narrow for our enthusiastic love-making and we were 
soon rolling over the carpeted floor, my head firmly 
clamped between her sinewy thighs as I pushed through 
her other patch of golden hair - Suzy was a natural 
blonde with pubic hair beautifully soft compared with 
my springy black curls - eagerly seeking the strong, 
sweaty flavour of a _gaijin_ cunt. 

"Oh, it _is_ nice with another girl!" I sighed 
contentedly when later we paused for a while. "I never 
realised quite _how_ nice." 

"Well, I'm so glad you let me be the one to teach 
you," said Suzy from my other end, where she was 
dabbling her clever fingers in my soaking cunt. "I've 
always been a lesbian, I think, but I've only recently 
discovered what fun Japanese girls are." 

"M'm, are we?" 

"Of course you are - you all love sex, and once I 
manage to get through all that pretty false modesty 
it's _so_ nice ..." 

She gave my pussy a little kiss. 

"I found out only a few months ago," she continued. 
"I'm an actress, you see, and I got a job on a joint 
American-Japanese production, and that brought me here 
... I had a lovely lesbian scene with a delicious 
young Japanese actress. Unfortunately she's gone now, 
married to some man ..." 

We sucked each other a little more, I trying to 
console her for the loss of her girlfriend. 

"Have you really never done it with a girl before?" 
she asked after a while. 

"Well, hardly. At school a bit, of course - but all 
the girls do that. Once recently with a friend, just 
to tease a man we were sharing ..." 

"_Men_! Who needs them?" said Suzy indignantly. 

"Well, they do have things we don't," I said 
reasonably. 

"Oh, if _that's_ what you want ..." said Suzy. 

She scrambled clumsily to her feet, nearly kicking me 
in the process. From the floor I could just see her 
run to the mantelpiece over the empty fireplace. She 
returned with an object in pink plastic, a model of a 
large erect cock, which she buckled round her waist 
with a pair of straps. 

"Try _this_ for size!" she commanded. 

I sat up on my knees, reaching for the dildo. It was 
enormous, and I longed to feel it inside me. 

"Oh, _yes_!" I begged. "Where? How? Oh, darling Suzy, 
fuck me for ever and ever ..." 

She positioned me leaning on my hands against the 
stone-tiled wall beside the fireplace, my body almost 
horizontal, my legs slightly apart in their silver 
high-heels, presenting my arse and pussy to her at a 
convenient height. 

"Will it be nice for you, too?" I asked, 
conscience-stricken at the thought that I could do 
nothing for her in return. 

"Oh, yes, don't worry about that. The other end is 
very stimulating against my clit. Now, you asked for 
it and here it comes." 

It was as well my pussy was well lubricated with her 
saliva and my own juice, because she jerked the 
rounded end of the dildo into me without preparation, 
quickly sliding the full length of the plastic deep 
into my cunt. The sensation was fantastic and she rode 
me as eagerly as a man - more so as she never had to 
hold back to postpone orgasm. Clearly each thrust gave 
her as much pleasure as it did me, and we were soon 
sobbing together with desire as her crotch slapped 
rhythmically against my arse. The thought that the 
plastic dildo would never tire and that this glorious 
fucking could go on for as long as we both wanted it 
to was marvellously exciting, though I must admit a 
corner of my mind regretted that I would not have that 
special moment when a lover can resist you no longer 
and you feel his cum begin to force its way up his 
cock on the point of bursting, hot and unstoppable, 
into whichever hole he is using. 

Suddenly I heard the door open behind me. 

"All right, Suzy, you've had your turn," said my 
Master's voice. "She's mine now." 

Grumbling, Suzy withdrew the dildo from my cunt. I 
turned, and fell to my knees. The Master was naked, 
his erect cock even larger than the plastic one with 
which Suzy had been pleasuring me. I could not take my 
eyes off it, not even to look at his face and guess 
what orders he had for me. I crept over the carpet 
towards the wonderful thing, longing for it, reaching 
out for it as soon as I was close enough, stroking it 
with my silver-gloved hands, kissing it, cuddling it 
against my breasts ... At last I managed to look up at 
his face. 

"Oh, Master, please take me with this. I must feel it 
inside me - now. Then punish me any way you like for 
my presumption, but first fuck me. Use me. Use your 
slave." 

He said nothing, but I took his smile as permission. I 
bent again over his magnificent cock, working on it in 
earnest, licking and kissing the tip as I prepared to 
start it on its long journey into my mouth and down my 
throat. Once I was holding it firmly between my lips 
my hands were free for other duties: with one I 
tickled and lifted his beautiful balls, still full I 
hoped of creamy cum which my love would soon draw from 
him; the other crept slowly round his buttocks till a 
finger could caress his anus. Did I dare to penetrate 
it? I had no experience - what a pity I had not asked 
Sachiko to teach me, while I had the chance, what a 
girl could do to a man there that gave him so much 
pleasure. Meanwhile the tip of his enormous cock had 
reached the back of my throat. I concentrated on 
lowering my tongue and prepared to swallow. 

"Just a moment, Kimiko," said his voice, "let me lie 
down first." 

Gently he freed himself from my hands and mouth, then 
reclined on the carpet, resting his head against the 
sofa so that he could see me at work. I was vaguely 
aware that other guests were looking at us through the 
open door, coming closer to watch. I paid no 
attention. Kneeling now in front him on the carpet, I 
concentrated on pulling his cock back into my mouth. 
Again I prepared to swallow it, silently thanking Bob 
Williams who all those weeks ago had taught me how. 
But my Master's organ was so huge that I had 
difficulty opening my throat wide enough to receive 
it. I felt I was bound to choke - how dreadful it 
would be to reject, however involuntarily, something I 
so adored! At last the head of his cock was in, past 
my unreliable throat muscles, and I could concentrate 
on drawing the rest of the glorious length deep, deep 
inside me. 

I was kneeling with my face almost buried in his 
stomach, but from above me I could hear groans of 
pleasure. How wonderful to know that I was doing it 
the way he liked! I pushed my lips further and further 
down the magnificent shaft, feeling it snake its way 
along my throat till the head must surely be emerging 
into my stomach. At last my chin was pressing against 
his huge balls. I hugged them gently with my silver 
hands, wishing my mouth were big enough to take them 
too. 

I felt rather than heard the Master give an order to 
Suzy. In a moment she was kneeling behind me, her 
hands firmly pulling apart the cheeks of my arse as 
she wriggled into the right position. Then the thick 
plastic cock began to squirm into my cunt again, still 
wet with the juice it had evoked only a few minutes 
ago. I felt myself helplessly pinned by these two huge 
weapons forced deep into me - one whose permanent 
erection could pleasure me for ever if I wished it, 
the other the adored tube of flesh which it was my 
duty and delight to worship. From behind me I could 
hear Suzy letting out whoops of excitement as she 
pressed the dildo into me, its other end rhythmically 
pulsing as she did so against her clitoris. 

My Master's groans of pleasure were now increasing, 
and suddenly I felt his hands seize my head, taking 
control of my movements up and down his shaft. My 
tongue flickered over the part which occupied my 
mouth, while the tightness of my throat muscles, in 
their frustrated urge to gag and choke, squeezed and 
caressed the central portion of his cock. Oh, if only 
this could last for ever, like my penetration by 
Suzy's artificial cock! But soon I sensed the approach 
of that glorious moment which, for all its durability, 
the plastic dildo cannot give. The movement of his 
cock became faster and more urgent; and then the 
spurting cum began to force its way up the narrow 
channel, swelling it further inside the tight sleeve 
of my throat. As he came, he gradually raised my head, 
withdrawing from me, baptising my throat, my mouth and 
my tongue with streams of delicious fuck. For a few 
moments he was all mine, helpless in my tight embrace. 
Gradually I released him, relishing every drop I could 
tease from him. 

I knew what I must do. As he left my mouth I waved 
Suzy away, and as soon has she had withdrawn scrambled 
up and squatted over his cock, drawing it quickly into 
my cunt before it could lose its potency. Gasping with 
this new pleasure, I rode him hard and fast. At first 
I was leaning forward, pressing my gloved hands into 
the carpet, but then I suddenly changed position, 
leaning back so that my cunt muscles could grip his 
cock firmly and bend it forward to fit snugly inside 
me. Soon his hands were holding my hips, pulling me 
forward again; I squatted now with my body upright, my 
silver arms waving above my head in a gesture of 
triumphant submission as I rose and fell under his 
guidance. 

Suddenly my Master turned his head towards the 
watchers in the doorway and, in a hoarse voice, called 
out some words which I did not catch. A man stepped 
forward and pressed something into his right hand. 
Could it be ...? Oh, Gods, it _was_! I felt the 
riding-crop slash viciously into my arse as my rider 
spurred me on to even greater efforts. I lifted my 
hips as high as I dared till only the head of his cock 
was inside my pussy, then lowered my cunt firmly down 
its whole glorious length in a single movement, to be 
rewarded by another fiery stroke from the crop. Again 
and again I repeated the sequence, earning my 
wonderful reward, shamelessly screaming with 
happiness. 

At last it was over and I reluctantly pulled myself 
away from him. Suzy, still wearing nothing but her 
strapped-on dildo, kissed me passionately - her tongue 
seeking any remains of the Master's cum which I had 
not yet swallowed - and wiped the sweat and fuck from 
my body with a couple of the wet towels brought in by 
the pretty nude Filipina maids. 

Shyly I lay down on the carpet again beside my Master. 
He smiled and put his arm loosely round me. 

"You were good, Slave," he said. 

"Thank you, Master," I said as I snuggled against his 
chest. "I loved everything you ... and your friends 
... did to me. But -" I looked anxiously up at his 
face, hoping I was not about to be presumptuous 
"- there is one other thing you could do to me. One 
place your cock has not entered me." 

"Up your arse, you mean? You would like that?" 

I nodded silently. My heart was thudding against him - 
he must feel it and understand how I longed for him to 
use me there. That evening he had bound me, whipped 
me, come in my mouth and cunt, pissed on me and given 
me freely for his friends to use. Surely he would know 
how I longed for him to make my experience perfect and 
complete. Suddenly his hand moved down my back and his 
fingers entered the cleft between my buttocks. One 
began to probe gently at the entrance to my arsehole - 
just as I had done to him earlier. 

"I'm afraid you're too narrow for me, Kimiko," he 
said, "it'd hurt you too much." 

"How can I be hurt too much by you?" I asked 
indignantly, pulling away from him but still pressing 
my arse against his maddeningly arousing finger. "You 
know I adore it when you hurt me. I -" 

I began to choke and sob in my sadness and 
indignation. Surely he could understand. 

"Yes?" he said gently, pulling me back towards him by 
his hand on my buttocks, while the finger continued to 
tease me. 

"I love you, Master," I said. "I worship your cock, 
and your whips. I want to submit to you in every way a 
girl can. Oh, _please_. Tie me up, screw the beautiful 
clamps to my nipples, whip me, fuck my bottom and make 
me scream." 

He looked at me tenderly. 

"Very well, Kimiko," he said. "You shall have your 
wish. But not here. We will go home now. Go and get 
ready." 

A girl stepped forward and took me to the bathroom. It 
was Shizue: I had noticed her with Tomoko among the 
crowd as I made my first entry into the big room hours 
ago, but had been too busy with my own pleasures to 
look at her closely. She was wearing a shiny black 
dress cut low to reveal her pert breasts fully, the 
flared skirt so short that it did not quite cover her 
crotch. She looked charming and I could make out some 
pretty whip-marks on her bottom. She signalled to one 
of the nude housemaids to bring my dress from where it 
had been stored. 

"Oh, Shizue!" I said with a deep sigh once we were 
alone together, "how can I thank you for letting me 
come here? It's been pure heaven ... and when I think 
of what is to come, when I'm alone with the Master ... 
I'm so happy I can't bear it!" 

"You've given us all a good time too," she said. 
"Tomoko and I were so proud of you. And I'm sure 
you've passed your Test, though it's for the Master to 
say, of course, once he's really finished with you 
later tonight. Then you'll be free to join us at our 
Friday night meetings whenever you like." 

"Are they always held in this house? And where am I, 
anyway?" 

"I'm not allowed to tell you that yet. But as soon as 
the Master as your examiner tonight has passed you as 
fit to join us, you'll be told where to come next 
Friday. Tomoko and I will be there as your sponsors, 
of course, and will invite you to give us a special 
display." 

"What sort of display?" I asked anxiously. Was this 
yet another Test? 

"That's up to you. You must think of some way of 
showing us what you can do. Of course your special 
talent is as a submissive, so you have to find some 
way of making everyone want to use you - never mind, 
we'll all help you. Now there's one thing I want to 
tell you, while we're alone. Once you've been 
introduced and are really one of us, I'm going to 
invite you somewhere very special as a reward. Have 
you ever heard of the Paradise Club?" 

I gazed at her in amazement. Of course I had heard of 
the Paradise Club: Sachiko had mentioned it as the 
ultimate dream of girls who had become addicted to 
every kind of uninhibited and bizarre sex in public, 
but had obviously not thought to tell Shizue in her 
report on our encounter. Now I was going to see it! 
Fortunately Shizue did not wait for an answer. 

"It's a very private club and not many people know of 
it. I recently became a member. That's where I go on 
my own some evenings after work, don't you see? It's a 
fantastic place: only the sexiest girls and the 
handsomest men are allowed to join - and the girls 
have to be completely nude _all_ the time and do 
_anything_ the men want them to do! With everyone 
watching, of course." 

"It sounds _wonderful_!" I said. "And are you really 
going to take me there?" 

"_If_ the Master says you've passed your third Test," 
she added firmly. "But I'm sure he will. You must 
promise me not to tell anyone, though. Especially not 
Tomoko. She'd be very jealous because I haven't taken 
her there. She wants me to, of course, but I'm not 
sure she's up to the Club's standard. Not yet, 
anyway." 

"Of course ..." I thought for a moment. "Doing 
anything the men want, does that include, you know, 
being whipped and things like that?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" she replied eagerly. "There's a beautiful 
torture chamber equipped with absolutely _everything_ 
a girl could ask for. I spend most of my time at the 
Club in there, actually, and I expect you will too ... 
some of the Gentlemen members are really expert 
sadists, and when they learn about your special tastes 
you'll be _so_ popular." 

A few minutes later, cleaned and refreshed, and once 
more squeezed into my beautiful silver dress, I was 
seated beside the Master in his car, my eyes closed as 
he threaded his way through the residential streets 
and I dreamt of the wonderful things that were still 
to be done to me. 

== 

I lay helpless on my Master's bed, my hands tied 
behind my back and my knees and elbows roped together 
as they had been two weeks ago for David's pleasure. 
And for mine too, of course. Round my waist and neck 
were broad belts in stiff black leather, buckled 
almost too tight to endure - but not quite. 

"Undress," my Master had commanded curtly as we 
entered his bedroom. 

I did so immediately of course, peeling the tight 
silver skirt from my bottom as I stood in the doorway. 
I had lost my little g-string at the party, of course, 
and didn't want it anyway: the time for such coquetry 
was past. I left the dress where it fell and walked 
confidently, naked apart from my gloves and my silver 
heels, to the bed. I felt ready for anything - but 
above all for the culmination of our love-making which 
he had promised. My anus, so small and tight that even 
a finger had difficulty entering it, felt ticklish as 
I imagined the assault of his huge, wonderful cock. 

My Master made me wait for it. He ordered me to stand, 
feet apart, with my back to the end of the big bed. He 
opened a drawer and showed me a set of straps and 
belts in black leather. One broad collar fitted snugly 
round my neck, the stiff leather obliging me to hold 
my head up proudly. Then he bound my hands behind my 
back with a narrow strap, clipping it to my collar 
with a short chain so my wrists were pulled up high 
and my shoulders forced back. Another broad belt 
fitted tightly round my waist, and I saw him nod, 
satisfied that I was decorated as he wished. For a few 
minutes I was left alone, facing the gallery of 
ecstatic girls who, through being whipped and fucked 
in this room, had entered their private Paradise. I so 
longed to be found worthy to join them. 

My Master suddenly appeared again in my line of 
vision. He was holding something in his hands - 
something I guessed would prove very exciting but 
which I could not see while the leather decorations I 
was wearing forced me to hold my head so high. He 
smiled. 

"Have you ever felt one of these?" he asked gently. "I 
think you'll like it." 

He raised his hands till the thing they were holding 
was level with my eyes. It was another strap, but much 
longer and more flexible than the ones he had used to 
bind me. It was broad, too - four or five centimetres, 
I guessed. Slowly he twisted the belt to and fro, 
showing me how soft and yet how cruel it was. My skin 
began to tingle as I longed to feel its length 
sizzling round my bottom and thighs, moulding itself 
tightly to me as its surface kissed me with sweetly 
agonising pain. 

"Oh, Master, it's so beautiful - please teach me!" 

"Very well, Slave, if you are ready." 

"I am always ready for you, Master - surely you know 
that." 

"That is a good Slave. It is a pleasure to punish you. 
Have you any last requests before I begin?" 

"Only that you whip me as hard and as long as 
possible, Master. And -" 

"And?" 

"And that you remember your promise, Master," I added 
with great daring. 

"My promise?" 

"Your promise to let me take your wonderful cock into  
my poor little bottom." 

"I shall not forget." 

He wound the end of the strap a few times round his 
right fist, and slashed the belt a few times 
experimentally through the air. I almost fainted with 
excitement at the thought of what it would mean to 
feel it embrace my eager flesh. 

I did not have long to wait. I sensed my Master take 
up position behind me, his feet wide apart, the strap 
dangling from his right hand. Then, preceded by a rush 
of air lasting only milliseconds, it struck me. A band 
of red fire burnt its way at an angle across my 
buttocks, then, as the flexible leather turned and 
fitted snugly round me, over my crotch just above my 
clitoris before ending on my left hip. The embrace 
slackened and the belt fell away, only to snake round 
me and hold me blissfully again, and yet again. 

This was a broad-brush painting of agony onto my 
delighted body, different from the delicate lines 
exquisitely written into my flesh by David's cane. As 
always I had to endure a couple of strokes of pure 
anguish before I began to respond with the warm flow 
of pleasure which flooded through me from some 
mysterious source and mingled wonderfully with the 
pain. But I should not say "endure" - I was learning 
to love the pain too and to wish there was a way of 
making it last longer, of postponing the pleasure. 
Some corner of my mind was thinking that I should find 
some way of exploring the sexual possibilities of pain 
for its own sake, rather than as a mere trigger for 
pleasure. But the rest of me was overwhelmed with 
happiness; I could hear my voice begging my Master to 
hurt me more, beat me harder - and screaming with joy 
when he did. The wonderful strap moved up my body, 
caressing my back and even my breasts; then down again 
almost as low as my knees, inspiring me to move my 
feet apart in their silver heels so that it could 
lovingly torment each thigh in turn. But there was 
nothing to equal the feel of the beautiful thing 
embracing my bottom and hips, leaving its broad band 
of hot desire every time it fell away and my Master 
prepared to strike me again. 

Even the most perfect experience comes to an end, and 
at last my eyes focussed on my Master, standing in 
front of me smiling, with the strap dangling from his 
hand. 

"Did you enjoy that, Slave?" he asked gently. 

He was naked. I did not remember when he had 
undressed. I fell to my knees, somehow avoiding 
falling over despite my bound hands. His cock, hugely 
erect, was pointing towards my lips. 

"I trust it pleased my Master to punish his Slave," I 
replied, after a few false starts. 

"It pleased me. As you see." His free hand gestured 
vaguely towards his erection. "Now I shall reward 
you." 

"You mean ..." 

"Now I shall fuck your arse. As you requested. It will 
give me much pleasure to enter such a narrow hole, and 
it will hurt you terribly. But it is what you want." 

I tore my gaze away from his cock and looked up at his 
face. 

"Oh, please hurt me, Master. Use me. To be used by you 
is my greatest joy." 

"Suck me first." 

Quickly I lowered my head as best I could to the task. 
I teased him, taking him a little way into my mouth, 
then drawing him in more deeply and making as if to 
swallow the glorious thick length into my throat, then 
tickling the sensitive underside with little kisses 
from my flickering tongue. He began to groan and to 
sway where he stood. Suddenly, afraid I suppose that 
he could not resist much longer the temptation to come 
in my mouth, he pulled roughly away from me and helped 
me to my feet. 

So it came about that I lay, bound and helpless, on my 
Master's bed, offering my arsehole to his well 
lubricated cock. My bottom felt hot, and was still 
tingling deliciously from the attentions of the strap. 
Was this just an illusion and part of my pleasure in 
the whipping, or would I actually feel hot to his 
touch? 

"God, Kimiko, you should see yourself," he was saying. 
"Your bottom is bright red. Beautiful! And so _hot_!" 
I could feel his strong hands caressing my tortured 
flesh, bringing back memories. "I can't wait to get in 
there." 

Nor did he. His hands parted my buttocks, and the head 
of his cock, drenched in my saliva, began to press 
imperiously against my little rosebud. I tried to open 
it for him but my help was of little use. Soon the 
splendid pillar of meat was forcing its way through, 
up - up into my very centre. My narrow tube embraced 
the flaming lance which was transfixing me. I seemed 
to be screaming again, begging him to stop, not to 
stop, to use me, hurt me ... His voice too seemed to 
be raised in a thin scream, babbling of the beauty of 
his progress up my body. 

At last the skin of my bottom, highly sensitised by 
the hours of whipping it had received that evening, 
detected the prickle of his hair as he reached full 
penetration. For a while we lay still together, hardly 
speaking except to say how much we loved each other. 
Yes, my Master was telling me that he loved me, and 
calling me by my name! I was no longer his Slave - 
except of course that I _was_, willingly and with all 
my heart - but his partner in the creation of beauty 
and pleasure. 

Gradually he began to move again, pulling carefully a 
little way out of my anus only to thrust back into me, 
perhaps just a little further still than he had 
managed when entering me the first time. When he was 
certain that I could tolerate the movement, and that 
he did not risk damaging me permanently by pulling my 
anal passage inside-out, he became bolder, thrusting 
and retreating vigorously. I felt no pain any more - 
just a wonderful warmth, as if the heat of my 
tormented bottom was pouring through my anus and 
flooding my whole body. And of course the incredible 
fullness that I had experienced with David, made all 
the more perfect by the huge size of my Master's cock. 
Again I was overcome by the desire to be squeezed as I 
was squeezing him; to be corseted as tightly as I 
could endure it - no, tighter than that, much _much_ 
tighter, so tight that I would faint in breathless 
joy. Now of course, thanks to my new friend Sachiko, I 
had the outfit I wanted. Next Friday I would display 
myself in it for the pleasure of my new friends. Oh, 
my waist would be so tiny, my breasts and bottom would 
stand out so proudly, ready for my friends to use for 
their pleasure ... 

Meanwhile I was gasping with delight as my Master rode 
me harder than ever. The sensation of being ridden 
made me long to be whipped again with the riding crop. 
It was too late to ask for that now, but some pain I 
must have. 

"Oh, darling, please pinch my nipples!" I begged. 

His hands were already stroking my breasts, and now he 
responded to my need, sending a cool edge of pain to 
mingle with the heavenly warmth spreading from my 
anus. 

At last I could tell that we were approaching the end. 
He was trying to hold back but his heart was beating 
fast; I could feel his erection thickening, filling my 
arse even more tightly as the cum began to force its 
way up from his balls. I pressed my bottom as firmly 
as I could against his crotch, begging him to burst me 
apart, to fill me to the brim with his wonderful fuck. 
And then it happened: I could feel the mighty erection 
shooting bolts of hot cum way up my intestines, so 
powerfully that I almost expected to taste it spurting 
up my throat into my mouth. It was over. He had taken 
all three of my holes in one evening. I was complete. 

== 

"Could a girl live on cum, do you think?" I asked as, 
free at last from my bonds, I knelt in the shower 
helping my Master wash. 

"I don't see why not," he said. "It's nutritious and 
full of vitamin E. Of course, you'd need quite a lot 
of men - one man couldn't keep you satisfied." 

"Even you?" 

"Even me." 

"What a wonderful idea!" I said, beginning to imagine 
it. "A lot of men. A whole stable of them. Whenever 
I'm hungry, I command a dozen or so to parade in front 
of me, erect. Sometimes I suck the cum from them, 
sometimes I order them to masturbate for me. And when 
I'm thirsty, I have three or four always standing by, 
ready to pee into my mouth." 

"And when _you_ want to piss, you just summon a man 
and tell him to put his mouth to your bottom and 
receive it." 

"So it just goes from him to me and from me back to 
him! How lovely!" 

"Let's try it now," said my Master. 

Quickly I took up position, leaning backwards as I 
squatted on my heels, avoiding the spray from the 
shower and holding my mouth eagerly open. Soon, for 
the second time in one evening, the hot stream from 
his now softened penis was pouring into me and I was 
gulping it down delightedly. Despite the warmth, it 
tasted salty but refreshing, like one of those canned 
drinks designed to replace minerals lost by athletes. 
Once the last drops had spattered over my face, we 
finished washing and dried each other with the big 
bath-towels. 

"Tell me when you're ready," he said, looking down at 
me with a slight smile. 

He had filled me so full with his golden stream that I 
could already feel my bladder swelling uncomfortably. 

"I'm sorry, Master," I said, blushing and acting a 
little coy as I looked away from him, "but I think I 
need to ... you know ... to pee ..." 

"Good!" he said. "Come into the bedroom and give it to 
me. Every drop." 

He lay on his back and I straddled his face, feeling 
the tip of his tongue flirting with my little 
pee-hole, teasing it as I tried to persuade my muscles 
to obey my unaccustomed order to let go while 
squatting on a bed. At last the flow began, and I 
could feel through his lips the strong throat-muscles 
gulping it down. 

"Was that nice?" I asked shyly as we lay together 
again. 

"Lovely," he said. Then he sat up, and reached for his 
watch. "Get some clothes on, I'll drive you home." 

As I sorted through my two outfits - my party dress 
and my office uniform - I remembered that my mother 
would still be awake. She would be puzzled to see me 
return from a party still dressed for the office - but 
my dress was so _very_ sexy and revealing. I did not 
want her to disapprove and try to interfere with my 
choice of clothes in future. I decided she would have 
to get used to modern fashions, but to be on the safe 
side wore my dress with office tights and panties. 

When the Mercedes had pulled up at the side of the 
street near my house, my Master reached across and 
kissed me, his free hand sliding under the top of my 
dress and caressing my breasts. 

"Thank you for everything you did to me," I said. 

"You were good." 

"I can't wait till next Friday." 

"Yes, you'll be doing your display, won't you?" 

My heart nearly missed a beat as it occurred to me 
that he had just told me I had passed my final Test. 

"Will you help me, Master?" 

"Of course." 

I let out a deep sigh of contentment. Then I suddenly 
thought of something. 

"I'm hungry," I said. 

He understood at once what I meant. 

"Better not here," he said. "There's too much light. 
People might see - your neighbours." 

"I don't care if they see," I said. "I _want_ them 
to." 

He looked at me for a moment, then pushed the 
passenger seat as far back as it would go. He 
carefully climbed over from the driver's seat, while I 
knelt as best I could on the thick carpet between his 
legs. I unzipped his trousers and freed his cock, 
already half erect. With one hand I pulled apart the 
bow of my halter-neck, letting the little silver 
triangles fall forward and stroking his erection to 
full strength with my bare breasts, masturbating him 
with them as Sachiko had taught me at the Pink Salon a 
few days earlier. It felt good. In any case, in my 
cramped position it would not be easy to get my mouth 
down low enough to suck him properly. I was beginning 
to wriggle down when I realised I had almost left it 
too late: he was close to coming. His hands were on my 
back now, pressing my body against him and making it 
difficult for me to move. When he came I was able to 
catch some of it on my tongue, but most of his cum 
spattered over my breasts. 

When he released me I dabbled my fingers in it and 
licked them. 

"That was nice," I said. "I wish I could keep it there 
forever." 

Somehow we scrambled back into our seats. I noticed a 
ladder starting on my left knee. It was so much better 
anyway without tights, or underwear. 

"Want a tissue?" 

"Thank you. I suppose I must make myself look 
respectable before I go in. I wish I didn't have to, 
though." 

"So why do it?" 

"You mean, just go home half naked, with my face and 
breasts covered in your cum, and say 'Look, everyone, 
it's the new me'?" 

"Well, you've got to tell them sometime." 

"Yes, but I've only recently discovered the truth 
about myself. I don't think I know yet how to explain 
it. Anyway, perhaps my mother's beginning to guess. My 
sister certainly knows. And my father doesn't need to, 
of course." 

"Well, don't leave it too long." 

"No. Anyway, thank you for all the fantastic fucking, 
and the whipping." 

"And the pissing." 

"And that too. Promise to do it all to me again next 
Friday. _Especially_ the whipping. I know I'll dream 
every night about being a Slave again, being punished 
by my cruel Master. I've got to think of a display for 
you all, haven't I? But being your Slave has to be 
part of it. You will be the cruellest and most 
sadistic Master there ever was, won't you, always 
thinking of clever new ways of torturing me? Please 
promise!" 

"I promise, Slave. Goodnight." 

"Goodnight, Master." 

My mother was drinking tea, and reading the evening 
edition of the _Mainichi Shimbun_ with half an eye on 
the television, when I came in. As I expected my 
father had not yet returned from his business 
entertaining. 

"Hello, dear," she said, "Was that your new boyfriend 
bringing you home? I thought I heard a car." 

"Well, it was someone I met at the party who kindly 
drove me back," I said as I knelt beside her at the 
table and reached for the teapot. 

"Was it a nice party?" 

"Yes, thank you. Lots of my friends were there."

"I'm glad you have so many friends now. I was a bit 
worried you weren't meeting enough people ... That's a 
nice dress." 

"Oh, it's nothing much ... something I bought 
recently," I said, very much aware that in my kneeling 
position the tight silver skirt was hardly covering my 
bottom. 

"They're very short again, aren't they?" she asked, 
looking me over with a touch of severity. 

"Yes," I said firmly, determined to take this 
opportunity to forestall criticism of my new wardrobe. 
"All the girls are wearing skirts like this. Even 
shorter, sometimes." 

"That's nice, dear," she said absently, returning her 
attention to the television. "They were very short 
when I was your age. I always thought it was a pity 
the fashion changed. The girls looked so nice in them 
... Of course in my time we had the A-line skirts, not 
the little things cut tight round the bottom that you 
young people wear now. I suppose that's how I got to 
know your father." 

I looked at her in surprise, not quite sure how to 
respond. 

"But you be careful, dear. Have a good time while you 
can, but remember marriage means a home and a steady 
income. Just liking sex with each other doesn't 
last." 

I was beginning to feel quite embarrassed. 

"Is the bath ready?" I asked, to change the subject. 

"Yes. I was keeping it hot for your father, but he 
won't be back for a while yet. You'd better use it. I 
always try to get your father to use it before he 
comes to bed. Otherwise there's a smell of what he's 
been doing, and with whom ..." 

She looked at me severely again, and I was afraid she 
could somehow detect what _I_ had been doing, and how 
imperfectly I had managed to clean my face and 
breasts. But had they done things like that in her day 
too? This was getting even more embarrassing. 

"You didn't invent it, you know, dear, just because 
you've started to enjoy it so much," she said as I 
left the room. "But I'm glad you're having a nice 
time." 


[Next in Part 18: Chapter XVIII: The Pink Pussycat] 

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