WORK IN PROGRESS 03

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, 
MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU 
AND RUMI 

PART 03

CHAPTER III

The Present 

     Yes, I know you want to read more about Fujiko. 
     So here is just a scrap - a little vignette I 
     wrote after one of our subsequent meetings, where 
     I learnt more about her very unusual, and very 
     enjoyable, sexuality. I guess you'd like to know 
     about it too. 

"I've brought you a present," said Fujiko, as soon as 
she had arrived and taken off her coat. 

"Oh, but you don't have to do that," I said anxiously, 
foreseeing one of those endless chains of obligations 
and counter-obligations which impel Japanese 
friendships towards near-bankruptcy on both sides. 

"Well, it's a present for me, really," she said with a 
shy smile, "but I think you'll enjoy it too." 

She pulled a smart plastic carrier from the enormous 
shoulder-bag she always brought, and which I now knew 
would contain a selection of whatever bondage gear and 
torture equipment were her current favourites. The 
carrier was white, marked with the elegant black logo 
of her shop: the word "Restraint" in both English and 
Japanese _katakana_ characters, and a stylised image 
of a Japanese girl's eyes looking through a mask. 

"Well, thank you," I said with appropriate formality, 
receiving the carrier with both hands and placing it 
carefully on a small table. It was for her to tell me 
if she wanted me to open it in her presence. And 
putting it down meant I had my hands free and could 
get on with the more urgent business of holding and 
stroking her.

She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and short, 
light-coloured skirt - the style she usually wore for 
work in her shop. Underneath, no doubt, were the 
pretty bra and panties which she would soon remove for 
me with demure coquetry. But the moment I began to run 
my hands lightly over her I could feel something 
different. 

"What's this?" I asked, turning her round so that I 
could stroke her breasts conveniently. "Rope?" 

"Yes ... I wear it sometimes instead of underwear," 
she said casually. 

"Let me see." 

My fingers undid the buttons of her blouse while she 
unzipped her miniskirt. I pulled the blouse out of the 
waistband just as the skirt fell to the ground. She 
turned to face me, stepped out of her skirt, and threw 
the blouse back over her shoulders letting it slip to 
the carpet to join it. She stood before me 
delightfully nude except for the narrow rope binding 
and decorating her. She posed provocatively. 

"One of my lovers taught me," she said, "and I often 
wear it. It hardly takes any longer than putting on a 
bra and panties." 

She was wearing one of the commonest forms of Japanese 
_shibari_ or rope bondage: a long rope doubled round 
her neck - where it was hidden by the collar of her 
blouse - then passing down the front of her body, 
between her legs and up her back before twisting three 
times round her: above her breasts, below them and 
finally round her waist. It sounds complicated but it 
is very simple once you see how it is done - as you can 
from plenty of _shibari_ and Japanese bondage 
internet sites. Or a Japanese girl will show you, as 
one did me when I was new in Japan and hadn't yet 
learnt how to tie Japanese girls up the way they like 
best. I tested Fujiko's rope. It was taut and the 
tension was even. 

"Very nice," I said. 

"Yes. I keep it with the knots ready tied, so I just 
have to slip it over my head and do it up." 

"Do you think people can tell you're wearing it?" 

"Not really. Not unless they touch me - like my boss 
does. He likes to feel me sometimes." 

"_Etchi na hito_," I said, using the Japanese girl's 
phrase - part dismissive, part appreciative - for 
dirty old man. 

"No, not really. I rather like it." 

"Really?" 

"After all, I work in a sex-shop and it's only natural 
to wear one of the things we sell." 

"Yes, I suppose so." 

"And it's nice that my boss appreciates it. He would 
like me to wear it without my blouse over the top. He 
thinks it would be good advertising and bring the 
customers in." 

"I dare say it would. Are you going to?" 

She giggled delightfully. 

"Maybe one day ..." 

I examined the rope again. As well as the usual knots 
down her front, she had arranged two carefully placed 
knots where they pressed firmly against her cunt and 
her arsehole. She squirmed as I touched them. 

"Ahhh ... whenever I move, even a little bit ... 
lovely _manzuri_ all the time." 

"_Man_ ...?" I said questioningly, "ten thousand ... 
what?" 

"_Suru_. Don't you know that? Rub." 

"A sort of _onani_, is it - masturbation?" 

"No, not really," she said seriously. "When a girl 
masturbates, with her fingers or a sex-toy, of course 
she goes on till she reaches climax. Till she comes. 
That's what she does it for. Just like you. But 
_manzuri_ means rubbing lightly against something, 
endlessly, so that you're always close to the brink 
but never quite come. Lovely! Just right for doing in 
public ..." 

"Just right for you ... you love making it last, don't 
you?" 

"Yes," she said, still serious. "It's a kind of 
masochism, I suppose. Not letting myself come - not 
quite." With a sudden change of mood, she giggled 
again. "Let's see if you can _almost_ make me come 
this evening. Almost but not quite." 

"So long as _I_'m allowed to come!" 

"Of course! I'd be very upset if you didn't! All over 
me ... now I'll go upstairs and get ready." 

"All right. Don't take too long." 

"Why don't you look at your present while I'm 
upstairs? Then we can try it out. It only came in 
yesterday and I'm longing to see what it feels like." 

She skimmed up the stairs towards the bedroom - 
"getting ready" meant getting nude or something close 
to it - leaving me to examine the new set of 
equipment. It included a pair of fairly standard 
dildos, connected to a battery pack and with wires 
running to a pair of nipple-clamps and a narrow 
collar. Nothing much original here, but if Fujiko 
thought it would be fun for her to wear and for me to 
look at she was probably right. 

I heard the bedroom door close. Fujiko came down the 
stairs again, stepping carefully and sexily in the 
tight black fetish shoes with 15-centimetre heels 
which she adored wearing and which she now kept at my 
apartment. They forced her to stand and walk on her 
highest tiptoes and I could feel my balls tingling as 
her pretty little feet, so delightfully constrained in 
the shoes, came into view on the stairs. She was 
otherwise nude and had removed her ropes. She posed 
for a moment on one of the lower steps, then came down 
to floor level and did a little pirouette. Fujiko, you 
will remember, had trained as a gymnast and dancer, 
and knew how to be elegantly as well as provocatively 
nude. 

"Nice?" she asked. 

"Very nice. Come here." 

I took her in my arms, kissed her, and ran my hands up 
and down her nakedness. Then I turned her round and 
did it again. 

"Lovely," I said. "Smooth. The way I like it." 

"I know you do. I shaved specially." 

"Tell me about your new toy. What does it do?" 

She pulled away from me and ran to pick it up from the 
couch where I had left it. 

"Well, the big dildo goes in my cunt and the little 
one up my arse ..." 

"Yes. I'd worked that out." 

Together we fitted them snugly in place. 

"And the clamps just as usual ..." 

They were the type made like two pairs of tweezers to 
grasp the nipples, with rings round each shaft which 
could be slid forward to compress the jaws till they 
provided the desired level of agony. I attached them 
loosely to her erect nipples and then began to tighten 
them. 

"Ooh, tighter ... oh, please … ah, _yes_, lovely 
...!" 

"Do they hurt?" 

"Yes, yes! Wonderful! Oh, _thank_ you!" 

It's nice to be appreciated, I thought. After a few 
moments Fujiko got her breath back and could speak 
again. 

"And the collar goes round my neck, of course. Fairly 
tight but not too much ... I want to be able to 
scream." 

"You will, darling, you will," I promised her. 

The collar had a thicker and broader area at the 
front. I was beginning to understand how this new 
torture device worked. It was going to be fun, I 
thought. 

"Is the wiring all plugged in?" she asked anxiously. 

I checked. It was. 

"Where do you want to be?" I asked. "On the couch?" 

"I think the coffee-table would be best. If it's 
strong enough." 

I cleared the long, low table and she knelt carefully 
on it on knees and elbows, her bottom provocatively 
poised to receive whatever I wanted to do to it. 

"Do you want to be tied up?" I asked. 

"No, no - I won't try to escape!" 

I stroked her bottom lightly, enjoying the way the 
firm flesh shivered and trembled. 

"Please look in my bag," she was saying. "There's a 
new whip ..." 

It wasn't the plaited leather whip she usually 
favoured, but a cat of many long tails, narrow and 
highly polished leather strips charmingly coloured in 
a mixture of red and black. 

"This one?" I asked, holding it where she could see 
it. 

"Yes! Don't you think he's beautiful?" 

"Very elegant. Shall I start?" 

"Oh, yes please! Just a few strokes to start with, 
nice hard ones ... then turn on the battery ... and 
you'll see." 

I gave her more than just a few. The cat was nicely 
balanced and was a pleasure to raise and swish down 
onto her; while the slim coloured lashes created 
beautiful effects against her creamy skin. She didn't 
scream, but gasped in pleasurable agony. Then I let 
the whip dangle from my wrist by its loop while I 
examined the battery pack. There were two rotary 
controls: I guessed one varied the intensity of the 
dildos' vibration while the other increased the 
electric charge to her clamped nipples, providing the 
fusion of extreme pleasure and intense pain that 
masochist girls long for. I turned both controls 
slowly to the maximum. Fujiko squirmed and wriggled 
delightfully, but still did not scream. 

"Whip me more," I heard her murmur. "To get me 
started. Hard ... hard, and slow." 

I took up position and raised the cat. Then I slashed 
it down on her bottom with all my strength. Then 
raised it again. This time she screamed, not loud but 
beautifully, an arc of anguish, the sweetest music I 
know. I had already guessed how the equipment she was 
wearing worked: the collar contained a microphone 
which converted the sound of her screams to electrical 
impulses controlling the voltage delivered to her 
breasts and the vigour of the vibrators in her cunt 
and arsehole. She shivered as the equipment delivered 
the spasms of torture and pleasure she craved; then 
screamed again beautifully in response. Another spasm 
of electricity. Was the equipment designed with a tiny 
built-in delay so that she experienced the agony a 
moment after her scream had triggered it, the torture 
then setting off another charming scream? I looked at 
the battery pack controls again. Yes: what I had 
thought was a voltage control in fact lengthened and 
shortened the delay. I experimented and set the delay 
to the maximum; then took a chair and enjoyed the 
pretty sight and sound of Fujiko's torment.[7] 

But I like to be a participant in torture, not just a 
spectator - fun though that is. I stood up and, 
without warning, began slashing the cat down again and 
again on her eager bottom. At once, the intensity of 
her screams increased. The equipment responded by 
escalating the level of vibration to her cunt and arse 
and of electrical torture surging to her breasts. 

At last I brought the session to an end, throwing her 
onto her back on the couch. I pulled the dildo from 
her cunt but left the anal dildo and the nipple-clamps 
in place. When I entered her pussy, her cunt-muscles 
seized me joyfully and she started to come almost 
immediately. Now it was her incoherent thanks which 
set off the electric charges. The tingling was 
perceptible through the membranes separating her cunt 
from her arsehole: together with the pleasant exercise 
I had enjoyed while whipping her it was so stimulating 
that I could wait no longer and we exploded together. 

"Wasn't that _wonderful_?" she asked much later, lying 
nude in my arms, free now of her toys and wearing only 
her pretty fetish shoes. 

"Yes," I said. "Wonderful." 

"Whip me again," she whispered coaxingly as she 
snuggled against me. "All over. With my new cat. You 
enjoy using him, don't you?" 

"Sure. As much as you like." 

"Oh, you are so good to me!" 


FOOTNOTES

[7] Although of course I did not tell Fujiko this, 
there was nothing new about the equipment she was 
enjoying so much. I had first seen it used on two 
girls at once. The technique is to arrange the girls 
on their hands and knees facing away from each other 
and joined by a double-ended dildo in their cunts and 
by ropes tying their ankles and calves. The real fun 
comes if you swap round the two microphones, so that 
one girl's screams stimulate the other, making her 
scream too and do the same to her friend. When they 
work out what is happening, the pattern of their 
screams as they pleasure each other is most beautiful 
and very stimulating. See the description in 
_Unfinished Affairs_ Chapter IX: Ropes and Whips. Do 
try it! 


[Next in Part 04: Ayumi: The Trainee] 

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