UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 04

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 04

CHAPTER IV 

The Show: A Dream of the Future

     I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that Chiyoko 
     achieved her ambition and became a successful 
     nude dancer and waitress in some of Tokyo's most 
     exclusive and discreet establishments. She never 
     lost her taste for bondage and the whip - well, 
     no girl ever does if she is introduced to them 
     sensitively - and often worked whipping displays 
     into her performances. The following account is 
     all her work. I have no idea if it is a fantasy 
     or describes a real show in one of her clubs. Is 
     Ayako in this tale the same Ayako who was one of 
     my pupils? Perhaps. There are lots of Ayakos in 
     Japan, thank the Gods!

It's a special occasion. There must be forty or fifty 
men in the party, sitting in groups at tables arranged 
at floor level round the little stage on which we 
girls will soon be performing. In fact the stage is 
just a sort of platform, two shallow steps up from the 
floor, and curved so that all the audience can get a 
good view of us. The steps go right round the curved 
front of the stage, so that we can come down and join 
the audience, or invite individual guests to come up 
and join us, as the show develops. It's a very 
intimate little club, and I love performing there. The 
stage has some sophisticated equipment, though - more 
than you would think from the simple lay-out. 

We've all done this show before and know each other 
pretty well. The club's _mama-san_ tries to get the 
same team together whenever the show is requested but 
of course there are changes sometimes. I was first 
engaged three or four weeks ago - the management of a 
club where I have worked almost since I started in the 
sex business told me the _mama-san_ was a girl short 
and had asked them for a recommendation. Of course I 
was thrilled to be chosen. Because I was new we had to 
run through the routine before the guests arrived that 
evening - three times so I could learn each of the 
three parts I might have to play. The guests must have 
liked me because since then the _mama-san_ has asked 
for me again, and my management has been very good 
about giving me time off to accept. Tonight will be 
the fourth time for me. It's a sweet show and I love 
doing it, even though I've never yet been the lucky 
girl chosen for the main part. Perhaps tonight will be 
different. 

The show needs only seven girls, which isn't many to 
entertain such a lot of men, so we are specially 
chosen to please the audience - with pretty figures, 
firm tight flesh and possessing that special something 
which inspires the most refined and most sophisticated 
lust. (You see why I was so pleased to be chosen!) At 
my club there is usually one of us for every two men, 
or three at most. And instead of the dear little 
g-strings which are all we are permitted to wear as we 
entertain our guests - to start with at least, they 
don't stay on long, of course! - here we wear quite 
elaborate costumes. But the costumes are very 
stimulating and because there are so few of us we get 
plenty of sexual attention. The costume is mainly a 
corset, in shiny material, designed to leave the 
breasts and bottom uncovered, and bound _very_ 
tightly - as tightly as we can bear it - round the 
waist. With it we wear long shiny black gloves and 
black shoes with the slimmest and highest imaginable 
heels. It's like being forced onto the very highest 
tiptoes wearing those shoes, and it took me a while to 
get the knack of wearing them: you just have to take 
tiny steps, and be careful about not turning too 
suddenly. 

Once I'd got the hang of it I found out where the 
_mama-san_ bought the costumes, and had a couple of 
pairs of shoes and a corset made for myself. My 
lovers - the ones I fuck for fun on my free evenings - 
adore seeing me pirouetting round wearing only the 
shoes, and begging them to tie me into the corset. I 
like to think - I know it's vain of me - that my 
figure is pretty enough not to need enhancing by a 
corset. But of course that isn't the point. It's so 
nice for my gentlemen to be allowed to constrain me, 
imprison me. Their hands are so strong that the corset 
makes me deliciously breathless - and then when they 
fuck me like that I sometimes faint with excitement 
and happiness! 

Back to the show. I mustn't forget to mention that 
over our long gloves we all wear black leather 
wristbands with strong D-rings fixed in them, and the 
ankle-straps of our pretty shoes also have matching 
D-rings. 

Each girl's corset is a different colour: gold, 
silver, black, red, green, blue and pink. When I am 
taking part in the show I wear the silver one, which I 
like very much. I find the combination of shiny silver 
and black very erotic, and I hope my audience does 
too. And it's a wonderful feeling to be laced as 
tightly as possible into the corset, my little bound 
waist contrasting so sweetly with my naked breasts and 
bottom, hardly able to breathe with excitement and 
constriction, the high, high heels making me feel so 
helpless - and hoping, oh so much, that I'll be the 
lucky one tonight! 

We keep the men waiting. Unlike at my usual club there 
are no girls among the guests to look after them and 
take the edge off their appetite. All the more for us 
later on! At last the _mama-san_ urges them all to sit 
down and pay attention, the lights and music come up, 
seven excited girls burst onto the stage, and the show 
starts. 

We wear dresses over our costumes to start with, all 
different: an OL in her office uniform, a sexy 
minidress, a long transparent negligee and so on. We 
are all on stage together, but each girl gets her solo 
moment to do her strip, while the rest of us applaud 
and help her to undress. Once we are in only our 
corsets and gloves and shoes we dance sexily, alone 
and together, masturbating, stroking and kissing each 
other in little lesbian routines, and so on. But 
that's just the start. 

I should have mentioned that each girl has, clipped to 
her corset just below her naked breasts, a little 
plaque in the same colour with her name on. When the 
_mama-san_ thinks the opening part of the show has 
gone on long enough, and the audience is well 
warmed-up, she comes on stage carrying a sort of urn. 
We each take off our little coloured name-tags and 
drop them inside. Then the _mama-san_ stands at the 
front of the curved stage, chooses a man from the 
audience and invites him up onto the platform while we 
encourage him to join us, gather round him and stroke 
and pet him. 

His job is to draw the lots. The first four girls are 
the unlucky ones tonight - well, fairly unlucky, they 
will have their share in the pleasures of the evening 
- and they go and stand two by two at the sides of the 
stage. I expect the two pairs are fondling and kissing 
each other as usual, so as to keep the audience in the 
right mood of sexual arousal, but tonight I'm not 
paying attention to that, my name hasn't come out of 
the urn yet and I still have a chance of being the 
lucky one! I watch as the young man from the audience 
shows the next name-tag. Pink! The girl in the pink 
corset, whose name is Ayako, laughs and claps her 
hands together, trying to hide any disappointment she 
may feel, and goes to stand in the place where she 
knows she will spend the rest of the evening. I still 
have a chance! No, the next plaque to be drawn is 
silver, my colour. Never mind. Like Ayako I do my best 
to look happy and take up the position chance has 
assigned me. I have played this part before and 
enjoyed it enormously; and maybe I'll win the star 
part next time. I look at the lucky winner, Sumie in 
the blue corset. She has won once before, and I'm glad 
for her because I know she will enjoy so much what is 
now going to happen to her. She is a little taller 
than the average Japanese girl, with exquisite legs in 
the very high heels bound to her little feet. Her 
breasts are firm with hard, erect nipples, and a 
deliciously round bottom with perfect skin. She is 
lightly tanned from her summer holidays but has taken 
care not to show any bikini marks - no doubt she 
sunbathes nude like most of us do. I don't know who is 
going to find the most pleasure in what is to follow: 
she or the men in the audience. 

Now it is time to prepare her. Shyly and with sexy 
little steps she goes to where she knows she belongs, 
and stands with her feet well apart. Ayako and I kneel 
on either side of her. Cut into the stage we can see 
the circular mark of the little platform which will be 
her home for the next few hours, and we lift metal 
tongues which are hidden in its smooth surface. The 
_mama-san_ brings us each two strong padlocks and as 
Sumie adjusts the position of her feet for us we lock 
her ankles firmly to the floor by the D-rings in the 
straps of her pretty shoes. A metal bar descends from 
above, suspended on two chains, and we padlock her 
wrists to its ends. Then the bar is slowly raised 
again until Sumie is stretched tautly, elegantly, in 
the shape of an X. I look at her face. She is ecstatic 
at the helpless position she must hold, and in the 
knowledge of what will happen next. How lucky she is, 
I think, and how I wish it could be me! I glance at 
Ayako and know she is thinking the same. We return to 
our positions and wait till it is our turn to be 
prepared. The _mama-san_ encourages the young 
volunteer, who is still on stage, to tighten the bonds 
of Sumie's blue corset. His strong male fingers can 
constrict her more tightly than a girl's hands can do, 
however willing. I can just hear Sumie, taking tiny 
breaths and hardly able to speak, thanking him in 
little whispers and begging him to bind her waist even 
more cruelly. 

The young man returns to his place and joins his 
friends. What next? Oh yes: the nose-harness. This is 
a relatively new invention in Japanese bondage 
technique and I love wearing one. The _mama-san_ 
stands behind Sumie and, reaching up, inserts the two 
little padded hooks into her nostrils. The black cord 
goes over the top of Sumie's head, then down her back 
till it can be looped loosely into the top bond of her 
corset. Her platform begins to turn, the overhead bar 
moving with it: the audience will want to enjoy 
watching what happens next. The _mama-san_ pulls the 
cord through the bond as firmly as she can and ties it 
in a knot. Sumie's head comes up under the pull of the 
nose-hooks until she is gazing right into the overhead 
lights. As she does so they gradually change to a 
light blue, mixed with gold, to match the colour of 
her corset. Will they change to silver when one day it 
is my turn to stand where she stands? How lovely! She 
is holding her head so proudly erect that I can no 
longer see the ecstasy on her face, though I know it 
is there. To protect her eyes, and to add to her 
helplessness, a little mask is tied round her face: in 
blue cloth to match that of her corset. She is not 
gagged, however. Her screams, and her pitiful cries 
for mercy - or for the opposite - will enhance the 
audience's pleasure. 

Sumie's little platform revolves again, turning her 
towards the audience. Ayako leaves the stage for a 
moment: it is her job to bring on the props needed for 
the next phase in Sumie's enslavement. Stretched in 
her bonds, the star of the show is quivering tensely, 
her head back and her sightless eyes gazing at the 
roof. Her breasts are somewhat flattened against her 
chest but the firm nipples still point proudly towards 
her audience. In their expectation they are almost as 
tense as she is. I tell myself to relax: I shall need 
all my strength shortly for my own ordeal. The 
_mama-san_ takes two little metal objects from Ayako 
and fixes them lightly to Sumie's nipples: I am near 
enough to detect a slight gasp: she knows of course 
what is coming. Then, standing where she will not 
block the view of the audience, the _mama-san_ 
gradually twists the clamps tighter. She pauses. 
"Enough, slave?" she asks. In a voice I hardly 
recognise Sumie begs for more pain. As the _mama-san_ 
steps aside, the clamps now at their highest pitch of 
agony, the victim groans - from pain or pleasure? Soon 
she will not know the difference. 

Now, as runner-up in the lottery, it is my turn. My 
back to the audience, I kneel on the little circle 
outlining my platform and, knowing what is expected, 
lean backwards till I am resting on my hands. I let my 
head hang back and my long hair cascade to the floor. 
My role does not include the refined pleasures of 
nipple-clamps or an ultra-tight corset - I must be 
able to breathe and swallow freely - but it will soon 
be painful enough. And it does allow for the pretty 
nose-harness: the mama-san fixes the padded hooks in 
my nostrils and leads the cord over my head, parting 
my tumbling hair and tying the end to the back of my 
corset. Now my mouth and throat are in a straight line 
parallel with the floor. Of course I would hold that 
position voluntarily if ordered, but it adds to my 
excitement to be helplessly bound into it. As I gaze 
out vaguely at the upside-down audience, I feel the 
_mama-san_ padlock the D-rings on my wrists to those 
on my ankles. I am truly helpless now, and will have 
to stay in this wonderfully painful position for 
hours. The agony in my shoulders and thighs stimulates 
me: I am already wet from anticipation and from the 
sight of Sumie's beauty, my cunt now begins to spasm 
uncontrollably and I feel drips of love-juice tickling 
the crack in my arse on their way to spatter onto the 
floor. 

It takes the _mama-san_ only a couple of minutes to 
bind Ayako helplessly into a matching position. Our 
little platforms rise into the air. We remain there 
motionless, our tormented bodies resting on knees and 
elbows just fitting into the available space. Although 
we are brightly illuminated with our heads hanging 
down we do not need blindfolds to protect our eyes. I 
cannot see Sumie's platform but I know that it is 
revolving slowly. At last the _mama-san_ turns to the 
audience. She apologises for keeping them waiting but 
hopes they have found the preparation a stimulating 
spectacle. They know, of course, that Sumie, having 
drawn the first prize in the lottery, is stretched 
before them waiting to be whipped and caned at their 
pleasure. But we all know, she adds, that whipping a 
girl is strenuous work and can be very arousing. 
Therefore Sumie's two attendants are bound in a 
convenient posture, and raised to a convenient height, 
to be used by anyone who wants to seek relief from the 
sexual tension. I open my mouth wide and lick my lips 
to show how eager I am to be used. No doubt Ayako does 
the same. The other four girls, says the _mama-san_, 
now wandering through the audience in their pretty 
corsets handing out whips and other instruments of 
torture to those requesting them, are naturally also 
available to provide any sexual services which may be 
required. 

I cannot now see Sumie of course, but I know how she 
looks and can guess what she feels. This evening's 
sexual experience will for her have a rare purity. 
Inviolate, unpenetrated, she will hang quivering in 
her bonds while the tormenting whips flickering over 
her grant her an constant spiritual orgasm of rare 
intensity. My pleasure will be less refined: soon the 
first erection will be thrust down my throat, and I 
shall suck it greedily, the happiness of penetration, 
of being used by another's lust, mingling joyfully 
with the sensuous pain of my arousing position. I 
shall swallow gobbets of cum, or feel them squirted 
over my face. Forty or fifty men. Suppose my share is 
to have men come in my mouth, or over my face, twenty 
times during the evening. Say 200 cc of cum: as much 
as a small can of fruit-juice. I shall try to keep 
count, so as to compete with Ayako, but as the hours 
pass and the erections and orgasms blend into each 
other I shall forget. I long for it to begin. 

Down on the main floor I can hear the giggles and 
happy squeals of the other girls as they are passed 
from one guest to another, straddling their laps or 
greedily kneeling between their legs. I feel footsteps 
on the stage: some men pass across my range of vision, 
cruel whips and cats trailing from their hands. 
Suddenly the first cock of the evening presents itself 
to my mouth. I gulp it down happily, my tongue 
caressing its sensitive surface. Behind me I can hear 
a sizzling, hissing sound as the whips kiss Sumie's 
bottom, breasts, thighs ... For the moment she has the 
self-control to incite her tormentors to greater 
efforts by pretending to beg them to stop, not to hurt 
her. But soon, as her orgasmic fervour mounts, she 
will reveal her true desires, gasping with joy and 
imploring them to whip her with all their strength ... 

Oh, _surely_ my luck must change soon and it will be 
my turn? 


[Next in Part 05: Chapter V: Hanako: Sweet Hanako]

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