Learning_About_Myself.11

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 11

CHAPTER XI

A Business Meeting

Telling me to go to sleep was no doubt good advice in 
theory, but difficult to put into practice: I was just 
too excited at the thought of tomorrow's meeting with 
Bob Williams and his ropes, and then with the 
mysterious woman who would help me with my future 
career. But at last I did fall asleep, and was 
rewarded with a lovely dream of being kidnapped by 
many-tentacled alien monsters and subjected to 
exquisite experiments in their space-ship laboratory.

The next morning my excitement made up for my lack of 
sleep. After I had cleared away breakfast and Reina 
had made some phone calls, we set off for the Akasaka 
district again where Bob Williams had an apartment. On 
Reina's instructions I was wearing the simple floral 
dress from the previous day.

"Nothing at all underneath, I suppose?" I asked, 
trying to sound casual.

"That's right. You're learning fast!" she replied with 
a smile.

"Do you know what I'd really like to do? Put on a pair 
of nipple-clamps. That would be so nice and 
stimulating."

"Why not? Good idea. He'd like that."

From where I had hidden them I quickly found the 
little pair of metal sheaths, nothing more than wide 
rings of steel to slide over the nipples, hinged on 
the upper surface and held in place by the tiny screw 
underneath which could be adjusted so that the pretty 
instruments gripped as tightly as I desired.

"Ooh, yes! Lovely!" I said, as I slipped the little 
decorations over my erect nipples and twisted the 
mechanisms till my sensitive breasts felt as if they 
were on fire and a warm glow spread all through me. 
"Wouldn't it be lovely to wear nothing else?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" said Reina with a laugh. "Lovely for 
you and lovely for everyone who saw you. At a party, 
or a photo-shoot, or in a video. But no, not on the 
subway or in the street."

"But I'm sure I've seen shots of girls nude in 
public," I said doubtfully.

"Oh yes. There's a flourishing little sub-genre of the 
sex-video industry. _Roshutsu_, they call it. Going 
out nude. Short videos of girls walking around nude in 
busy streets, or lifting their clothes to show that 
they're nude underneath. You know, flashing shots."

"I'd _love_ to do that! Mayn't I? Have you ever done 
it?"

"No, I haven't. But girls I've met in the industry 
who've done it say it gives you a rush like nothing 
else. It requires a lot of organising, though. 
Protection. Watching out for the police and so on."

"So why couldn't I ..."

"You must understand," said Reina becoming serious, 
"that our industry is very ... what's the word ... 
compartmentalised. If a girl becomes known for making 
a particular kind of video, then she may get a lot of 
work doing that, but then it's difficult to persuade 
the studios to take her on for other things."

"Oh, yes - I remember you telling me your studio 
didn't want you to make ­_sadisu-chan_ scenes. Because 
then it would be difficult to do other things."

"That's right. It wasn't that I didn't want to, or 
didn't enjoy it - it was just that they didn't want me 
stuck in a particular niche. And nor did I. If you're 
to have a career in the adult video industry, we'll 
have to plan very carefully what you do first and how 
you progress through the different genres."

"Do you really think I can have a career like that?" I 
asked, my heart beating fast.

"Of course! That's what I keep trying to tell you. 
I've been watching you all this time we've been 
together. You're a natural for it. But we mustn't 
waste you. I hope Kato-san - the lady you're seeing 
later today - will take responsibility for you and 
guide you."

I stared at her. I could say nothing. It was too much 
to take in. My fingers strayed to my breasts and 
fiddled with the mechanism of my nipple-clamps. Reina 
stopped being serious and laughed again.

"Yes, you do look nice wearing those!" she said. "Here 
- let's improve them a bit."

She fiddled with the oddments she had left lying 
around on my mother's - temporarily her - 
dressing-table and came towards me with something 
glittering in her fingers. She lifted each of my 
breasts in turn and hooked a little chain to the 
underside of each clamp. I turned towards the 
dressing-table mirror and stooped so that I could see 
what she had done. I now had a pretty silver arrow 
suspended from each breast, swaying sexily as I moved 
but pointing downwards.

"There!" said Reina happily. "Just in case anyone who 
sees you forgets that you have something even nicer to 
offer him lower down. Or her. Not that anyone could 
fail to notice. You have kept your pussy-hair shaved, 
haven't you? Good girl! Now put on your dress and 
hurry along. We mustn't keep people waiting."

==

So it was that I found myself sitting beside her on 
the subway on the way to Akasaka Mitsuke station, my 
knees and thighs primly together below my short wide 
skirt and my eyes modestly downcast, but my cunt 
throbbing from the glow spreading from my tightly 
clamped breasts and my mind full of dreams of a life 
filled with the most intricate and sophisticated 
sexual experiences.

Bob's apartment was in a strange pyramid-shaped block 
down a side-street in Akasaka. From the entrance hall 
we took the elevator to the fourth floor and Reina 
rang the bell beside the only door.

"He has the whole floor?" I asked in an awe-struck 
whisper.

"Two floors," replied Reina. "It's a duplex."

Before I could say anything else the door opened and 
Bob was greeting Reina with a kiss. Then he nodded to 
me and I bowed respectfully.

"It's Sayaka-san isn't it?" he said with a friendly 
smile. "Do you remember me?"

"Of course!"

How could I not remember the man who, with the gentle 
loving strokes of his whip, had given me the key to a 
whole new world of sexual delight?

He led the way into his apartment, down a short 
corridor into the main living-room. It was big and 
comfortably furnished, and looked out down the hill of 
Akasaka through sliding windows along one wall. To one 
side was a broad spiral staircase leading up to the 
floor above. There was a strange noise coming from one 
corner of the room: a sort of strangled sobbing and 
gasping. I turned towards it and saw a naked girl 
sitting on an upright armchair. I looked at Bob in 
surprise.

"I hope you don't mind," he said, speaking to Reina 
rather than to me. "One of my pupils. She's here for a 
sensitivity-raising session. I'd arranged the 
appointment before you phoned. She'll be no trouble, 
and we can hold our discussions while she gets on with 
it."

"Of course," said Reina. "And you are in such demand, 
Bob _sensei_ ..."

"And anyway, I know it sounds silly," he went on, "but 
nowadays I find I like to have a girl here just 
getting on with enjoying herself and, you know, 
decorating the apartment and making mood music. It 
looks pretty and sounds nice, and it stimulates me. I 
suppose I'm getting decadent and perverted in my old 
age."

Reina kissed him. I continued to gaze in fascination 
at the girl.

"That's one of the things we all love about you, 
Bob," she said. "You get more and more decadent and 
perverted. We can hardly keep up with you. It's a 
hot-chair, is it?"

"Yes. My pupils love their sessions on it. I had it 
made specially - with two dildos, for the arse as well 
as the cunt. They both vibrate and give electrical 
stimulation, of course."

"How long has she been on it?"

"Oh, about an hour so far. It's her first session, so 
two hours should be enough." He slipped an arm round 
Reina's waist and took her over to a comfortable couch 
upholstered in black leather. "I have to be careful," 
he went on as they sat down together. "I used to have 
the chair in my special upstairs room ... you know 
..."

"The room you call your torture-chamber," said Reina 
in a soft voice.

"That's right. And one afternoon I had a pupil here 
using the chair ... she was quite experienced and I 
left her on her own while I went to the bedroom to 
shower and change my clothes. And when I came out I 
was so preoccupied with the evening ahead that I 
forgot all about her. I came back very late and was 
getting ready for bed when I suddenly remembered that 
she was still there!"

"And was she all right?"

"Oh yes. When I released her she thanked me very 
prettily and asked why I hadn't let her stay there 
longer!"

As neither of them was paying attention to me I 
wandered over to the corner to look at the girl on her 
chair. She was naked apart from white boots with very 
high silver spike heels and a sort of white leather 
harness over her head and face: straps held a white 
ball-gag firmly in her mouth and buckled round the 
back of her head, while other straps passed on either 
side of her nose, joined on her forehead and led over 
the top of her head to the back of her neck. Other 
white leather straps bound her wrists and ankles 
tightly to the chair's arms and legs. From behind her 
ball-gag she was able to let out only stifled moans 
and gasps, and the humming of the mechanism on which 
she was doubly impaled could be heard clearly.

Bob had finished talking to Reina and came across to 
join me. He looked down affectionately on the bound 
girl, but her eyes did not react: she seemed lost in a 
world of her own.

"I think she's enjoying herself, don't you?" he said.

"Oh yes, I'm sure she is! But what is it all doing to 
her?"

"There are dildos in her cunt and arse, of course, 
vibrating, thrusting in and out, and giving her random 
electrical stimulation."

"M'm, nice! How long do you plan to keep her here?"

He took me aside and spoke softly so that the girl 
could not hear.

"Well, as I was telling Reina this is her first 
experience of the hot-chair so I think two hours 
should be enough. She's had one hour already. But part 
of the pleasure of imprisoning a girl on the hot-chair 
is that I don't tell her how long I plan to keep her 
there. She has no idea how long the stimulation will 
last. All she can do is try to tolerate it with no 
hope of release. Nice for her, don't you think?" He 
took me by the waist and we moved back towards the 
chair. "It's time to make some adjustments. We don't 
want her to get used to it, do we?"

He picked up a clean cloth from a little table and 
carefully wiped the saliva and sweat from her face. 
Then he slowly adjusted some controls at the back of 
the chair. The girl's body stiffened and she flung her 
head back, letting out a strangled scream. I could 
hear the humming of the mechanism increase and the 
random pulsation was now more distinct. She wriggled 
on her seat as much as her tight bonds would allow: 
was she trying to get away from the maddening dildos 
or snuggling down onto them even more firmly? Both at 
once, perhaps.

"She has very pretty breasts, don't you think? As well 
as everything else."

She certainly had: not quite as big as mine, perhaps, 
I thought with a touch of satisfaction but firm and 
round, the hard erect nipples betraying the way the 
tormenting mechanisms in her lower love-holes were 
arousing her.

"I've deliberately left them alone so far," he said. 
"I don't want her to have everything at once. But ..."

He picked up a whip with broad strips of white leather 
dangling from its handle. He measured his distance 
carefully, then began to lash the girl's breasts, 
slowly so that she had time to appreciate each stroke 
before the next followed it. She seemed to push her 
chest forward as if welcoming each one and longing for 
the next. Using a white whip on a girl restrained with 
white straps was very elegant, I thought. After ten or 
a dozen strokes he put down the whip and began to 
fondle her gently.

"Yes, I think she enjoyed that," he said. "So now it's 
time for something more, well, interesting."

He reached behind the chair and pulled out two metal 
clips on the ends of wires. He carefully attached the 
clips to her nipples, and when he was satisfied that 
they were tight enough adjusted more controls on the 
chair-back. The girl's body stiffened again and the 
moaning from behind the ball-gag became more intense.

"Electrical stimulation, you see," he explained, "the 
voltage fluctuating randomly and of course each breast 
on a different cycle from what is happening to her 
cunt and arse. And no way she can escape it. Well, 
that should keep her happy for a while."

"Yes," I murmured, and then, almost silently, "lucky 
girl!"

"Would you like to try it some time?" asked Bob with a 
kindly smile.

"Ooh yes - may I really?"

"Of course! We'll make an appointment for you."

He looked again at the bound girl, and reached out to 
pat her cheek where the harness left it open to his 
touch.

"She's just seventeen," he said. "Her name is Chisa. 
She was dancing at a strip-club and dreaming of a 
career in the sex industry. Like so many girls! You 
too, I guess?" I blushed and nodded. "It was just one 
of those ordinary clubs where they announce Amateur 
Night if they see a girl in the audience so she can 
get up and show what she can do. And when she's nude 
and thoroughly aroused they let her choose someone to 
have her. I expect you go to places like that?" I said 
nothing, and after a moment he went straight on with 
his story. "Then one night a man came into the Club 
and spotted her. He's rich and can afford to keep 
several girls for his private use. I guess he rents 
them out to friends when he doesn't need them. Anyway, 
he tried her out - of course she had the sense to 
choose him as her lover when she'd had enough of 
dancing nude on her own. He liked her, and offered to 
add her to his stable if she could ... you know ... 
increase her stamina - keep going longer - and expand 
her repertoire. He has some very special tastes, you 
see. Of course in Japan a man can easily find girls 
who will gladly participate in any kind of sex, the 
more unusual the better, if he knows where to look and 
can afford to pay them. But Chisa-san's Master prefers 
his girls to be young and innocent. He likes to feel 
he is debauching them when he makes them submit to his 
... er ... specialisms. So the girls have to learn the 
things he likes, and _then_ pretend to be too innocent 
to know what they are. Do you follow?"

"Oh yes! It sounds fun."

"So a friend advised her to apply to me and I'm 
training her."

"How wonderful!"

"Yes, it is. For both of us. Of course he'll get tired 
of her after a while. But with what she'll have learnt 
from him - and me - she'll be sure to land work in 
high-class establishments and studios."

I said nothing but my face must have showed how much I 
envied her and longed for the same opportunities.

"Now, you've come here for some training too, haven't 
you? Reina-san said you need to learn about bondage."

Again I blushed and nodded.

"Come over to the middle of the room, then, and take 
your dress off."

Once I was nude he made me turn round and pose in 
different positions. He stepped close to me and 
flicked the little decorations screwed to my breasts.

"Very pretty. You like wearing them? Yes, I see you 
do," he added as he adjusted them even tighter and 
observed my reaction. "Well, leave them on for the 
moment if they please you! Now, where did I ..."

He hunted in a drawer and produced a rope. He held it 
in front of me. It was doubled with a big loop at one 
end, loose ends at the other and several knots along 
its length. It was coarse, well-used brown hempen 
rope, not plastic.

"We'll start with something very straightforward. Now, 
I want you to watch carefully what I do and learn to 
do it yourself. It's a good bondage creation to start 
a session with: shows your lover that you enjoy being 
roped up and invites him to do other more restrictive 
things to you. Lots of girls get pleasure from wearing 
it. You'd be surprised how many girls you see around, 
looking like innocent little virgins, are actually 
wearing a rope like this under their clothes instead 
of a bra and panties."

He placed the big loop over my head, then pulled the 
double rope down my body, between my legs and up my 
back till he could tuck it through the loop behind my 
neck. There were three big knots down my front - one 
above my breasts, one below them and one at my navel - 
and two more which nestled delightfully in my cunt and 
arsehole. Suddenly I felt him bring the two ends of 
the rope round under my armpits and through the space 
between the first and second knots. He pulled them 
tight and twisted them round the double rope along my 
back. Then he did the same with the space between the 
second and third knots, pulled the rope tight and 
twisted the ends through the rope at my back again. 
Finally what was left of the two ends was tied firmly 
round my waist and finished in a bow at my front.

The result felt lovely. The coarse yet flexible rope 
kissed my skin and imprisoned my breasts beautifully. 
Best of all, as the ropes tightened with each turn 
round my body, the knots at my cunt and arsehole 
pressed ever more firmly into the places they were 
designed to fit. Mr Williams encouraged me to walk up 
and down the room and with every step my lower 
love-holes felt as if they were being probed by the 
fingers of an expert lover. No wonder girls secretly 
wore ropes like these under their clothes! The only 
surprise was that they somehow managed not to give 
themselves away by constantly coming in public.

"How does it feel?" asked Bob.

"Wonderful!" I gasped. "I never want to take it off! 
Can I really wear it under my clothes - in the street, 
everywhere?"

"Of course! That rope's a present for you. It fits you 
just right and you'll soon learn how to put it on as 
quickly as you put on your bra and panties. If you 
_wear_ bra and panties, that is," he added with a 
little laugh. "Watch the girls you pass in the street 
or sit opposite in the subway, and you'll soon learn 
to tell which of them are secretly wearing ropes like 
that. Now that you've learned to wear one yourself, 
you'll recognise the sort of special glow it gives a 
girl. It's a style of rope bondage called _karada_, by 
the way. I guess it's an abbreviation for 
_karada-doresu_ or body-dress."

"I suppose so," I said vaguely. "How do girls manage 
not to come, wearing this? I'm sure I will. All the 
time."

"You have to learn to control yourself. Hold back from 
the brink. Most girls find it adds to the pleasure. 
Teasing yourself like that. Then when you meet your 
lover the first fuck is even more tremendous. And of 
course seeing you nude in your secret bondage ropes 
excites him and gives him ideas for even nicer ways of 
tying you up."

I said nothing, but I was sure he could tell from the 
way my heart was beating and my eyes were sparkling 
that I was longing to excite a lover like that.

"So now you know about the B of BDSM. Bondage. BD 
stands for Bondage and Discipline. DS stands for 
Domination and Submission. Discipline, Submission: 
being tied up, restrained, punished, gladly doing 
whatever your Master demands. And of course you know 
what SM is: sado-masochism. The joy of giving pain and 
receiving it. Named after two of the greatest 
benefactors of mankind - and womankind - who ever 
lived. Never mind all the religious thinkers and 
political leaders: give thanks to the Marquis de Sade 
and Ritter von Sacher-Masoch."

Reina, who had been sitting silent on the black 
leather couch during all this, suddenly laughed.

"Bob is an expert on historical pornography as well as 
everything else," she said. "He knows all about what 
our - and his - ancestors wrote about sex. And I must 
say he sometimes has lovely ideas from his reading 
about how we can pleasure each other. But personally, 
I prefer doing it to reading about it. I guess most 
people do, and always did."

"Well, yes," said Bob, "I'm sure men were whipping 
girls and girls were begging to be tied up ages before 
de Sade and von Sacher-Masoch came along and described 
it so beautifully."

"I don't think," I said shyly, "I'm really a 
masochist. I was discussing it with Reina-san. 
Masochists enjoy pain, don't they? But I'm not like 
that. I mean, I don't feel it as pain. When you ..." I 
looked up at him anxiously, but knowing that I was 
flirting with him too "... taught me to enjoy the whip 
that day we first met, it certainly wasn't pain. It 
was like being kissed and stroked by the most gentle 
and loving partner. And it's always like that."

"You've been whipped since then, have you?"

"Oh yes," I said coyly. "But it's never been quite as 
beautiful as when you did it."

"Well, I'd better do it some more then, hadn't I? We 
have a little time before Kato-san arrives." He 
thought for a moment. "It's interesting, what you just 
said. I think I'm a sadist all right, but I don't want 
to hurt girls just for the sake of hurting them. One 
of my greatest pleasures is watching girls come. And I 
whip Japanese girls because they love it so much, and 
come so beautifully when I do it to them. So let's go 
to my secret room and then you can show me how nicely 
you can come for me."

He slipped an arm round my waist and guided me to the 
curving open-tread staircase which led to the upper 
floor of his apartment. Reina glanced at the girl on 
the hot-seat who was groaning in ecstatic agony as the 
increased settings of the apparatus tormenting her 
drove her helplessly into her private paradise. 
Deciding that she was safe on her own for a while, she 
followed us. We turned right on reaching the upper 
corridor and came to a door with a push button lock. 
Bob entered the code and the door swung open. He 
pressed switches and the windowless room lit up. I 
looked around in surprise: there were vertical metal 
bars in the centre and I could see a red X-shaped 
frame from floor to ceiling against the back wall. 
There was a comfortable black-leather armchair and a 
narrow couch against one corner.

"Don't be frightened," said Mr Williams.

Despite his words, I knew it would please and 
stimulate him if I showed that I _was_ frightened ... 
but not too much. I made myself tremble slightly. His 
arm tightened protectively round me.

"I'm ... I'm not," I said hesitantly. "It's just that 
I ... don't know what to expect ..."

"Don't worry! I told you: I won't hurt you - more than 
you want to be hurt, that is. Stand in the middle 
there."

I obeyed. He went over to a cupboard which I had not 
previously noticed and returned with something in 
glittering metal.

"Hold out your hands."

The thing he was holding turned out to be a pair of 
handcuffs which he quickly fastened round my wrists. 
He picked up a remote control like that used for a TV 
set - except that there was no TV set - from the arm 
of the leather chair and pressed a button. With a 
humming noise a hook on the end of a chain descended 
from the ceiling and dangled in front of me. Mr 
Williams arranged the short chain of my cuffs over the 
hook and it began to rise again, stopping only when my 
hands were as far above my head as they comfortably 
could be and I was stretched tightly, my heels only 
just in contact with the floor.

"Very nice," he said, and returned to the cupboard in 
the corner. "Now, I think you will enjoy this."

He showed me a long whip of many strands made from 
thin cord. He ran them through his fingers in front of 
my face, pointing out the tight knots tied in each 
lash. I already had experience of whips like that, of 
course, but tried to look as if it were new to me.

"He will kiss you beautifully," he continued. "He will 
love you and you will love him."

"Yes," I whispered. "He will, when _you_ use him. And 
I will, I will ... try to bear it," I added, making 
myself shiver fearfully again.

"I shan't gag you, he said. "I like to hear you 
scream, beg, whatever. And of course this room is 
sound-proofed."

"May I keep my nipple-clamps on?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes. That type won't injure you, even under the whip. 
But I think we'd better take off the little chains. 
Just to be safe. Help me, will you, Reina-san?"

Together they removed the tiny metal arrows dangling 
from my clamps. Bob moved behind me and I heard the 
long lashes rustling sexily as they uncoiled and fell 
to the floor. Then he lifted them and for the first 
time they embraced me, lightly, and oh so lovingly.

"Ahhh ... oh, lovely ..." I gasped as the wonderful 
tender kiss on my sensitive bottom overwhelmed me.

And it began. Rhythmically, steadily the lashes 
wrapped themselves round my hips, kissed me with 
increasing passion, fell to the floor and rose again. 
I swayed from side to side, the rough embrace of the 
rope and its teasing knots pressing greedily into my 
love-holes adding to my joy. Yes, there could be 
nothing more glorious than this: to be bound, to be 
helpless, to be made love to by this wonderful 
instrument, wielded by a man who was enslaved by my 
tantalisingly vulnerable nudity.

"Oh, I love you, I love you - more ... more ..." I 
begged.

I didn't know whether I was professing love for the 
whip, my bondage rope and handcuffs, or for Bob. All 
of them at once, I suppose. Then the whipping stopped, 
but only for a moment. Before I could protest, he was 
standing in front of me, raising the lovely whip and 
preparing it to kiss my breasts and tummy. Oh, how 
beautiful it was, wrapping itself round me as I looked 
down and watched it at work! And how exquisite it 
felt, the kiss of the knotted lashes blending with the 
fire of my nipple-clamps! I wanted it never to stop. I 
wanted to live for ever in this heaven of loving 
sensation.

Suddenly I became aware of a red light flashing on the 
wall. The whip's embraces faltered and stopped.

"That's the front door," I heard Mr Williams say. 
"Must be Kato-san. Would you mind going, Reina? I'll 
prepare Sayaka-chan."

So near to heaven, and yet it was all over already! Mr 
Williams lowered the hook from the ceiling, freed me 
from the cuffs and passed me a cloth with which to 
wipe my face and body. Then he led me out of the 
secret room where I had been so happy and down the 
stairs again.

In the living-room an elegant lady in a short-skirted 
business suit and efficient-looking black heels was 
talking to Reina. They were discussing the girl who 
was still bound to the hot-seat.

"Oh, yes - I heard about her," the elegant lady was 
saying. "She's been chosen to be one of ---'s girls, 
hasn't she?"

She mentioned a name even I had heard of, that of a 
man who had made a fortune from owning television 
channels and had been elected to the House of 
Councillors the previous year. There had been some 
critical comment, I now remembered, about a very rich 
man having apparently managed to buy votes despite the 
strict rules limiting campaigning expenses, but I 
hadn't paid much attention. After all, celebrities 
often got themselves elected to the Upper House of the 
Diet and seemed to add some colour to the otherwise 
drab world of Japanese politics.

"Yes, that's right," said Reina. "Lucky girl, don't 
you think? She happened to catch his eye at a 
strip-club and has the inexperienced, innocent look he 
likes. Bob is giving her some sensitivity training."

"That's right," said Bob, abandoning me and joining 
the group. "She has a lot to learn but she's doing 
well. Would you like me to take her gag out? Then we 
could hear her scream and beg for mercy. She does it 
very prettily."

"Better not," said the visitor. "We have some business 
to discuss."

"Of course, I'm just teaching her the basics," Bob 
went on. "How to make her orgasms last ... how to beg 
for mercy in a way that guarantees she won't get it - 
you know the sort of thing. Some other experts have 
been brought in to teach her the very special sexual 
practices her new master specialises in."

"And then teach her how to look as if she knows 
nothing about them," added Reina with a laugh. "That's 
what he likes, isn't it, and is prepared to pay for: a 
completely innocent girl whom he can introduce to some 
very uninnocent sex."

"While she begs him prettily to spare her. But you 
remember the fuss there was," said the visitor, "when 
one of his girls was so frightened and upset when she 
discovered what he wanted to do to her - what she was 
expected to do to him - that she ran away. It cost him 
a lot to hush that up. So now his girls have to be 
specially trained to look and act innocent and let him 
feel that he's introducing them to things they never 
dreamt of but come to love."

"That's very Japanese, don't you think?" put in Bob. 
"Pretending so realistically that the pretence becomes 
the real thing."

"Do you think so?" said Reina vaguely. "But they last 
only six months or so. Then he gets tired of them. He 
can see they aren't innocent any more."

"And that's where Mr Otani and I come in," said the 
lady. "They're often just right for us. They've 
learned to act, and when they come to us all that 
training isn't wasted. Still, you didn't ask me here 
to discuss her future." She turned towards me and I 
bowed respectfully. It seemed strange to be greeting 
this elegant stranger wearing nothing but my 
nipple-clamps, silver high-heels and a rope tied 
tightly round my body, but she did not appear to find 
it odd so I did my best to act naturally.

"My name is Megumi Kato," she said. And you are ...?"

"I am Sayaka," I replied shyly.

"Of course. Come and sit here."

She patted the big black couch beside her and we sat 
side-by-side. I took up a respectful posture, knees 
together, turned towards her, but I was very conscious 
of the arousing feel of the leather against my 
well-whipped bottom and thighs.

"So, Sayaka-chan, you are hoping for a career in the 
sex industry."

"Well, yes ... that is ... it's not so much a career 
..."

"Oh? And what _do_ you want to do then?"

She smiled encouragingly so I went on as best I could.

"I mean ... what I want - what I've wanted for _ever_ 
so long - is lots and lots of sex." I could feel I was 
blushing foolishly, but at last I had got it out. "It 
seems to be - it _is_ - the most important thing in my 
life. I think about it, dream about it all the time. 
Ever since I, you know ... And my cousin Reina has 
been so kind and helpful. And she thought ... I 
thought ..."

"You could get all the sex you wanted working as a 
nude model and JAV actress. Well, that's true enough. 
When was your first time?"

"I was thirteen," I said, looking down and blushing 
again.

"A very good age to start. It became the most 
important thing in your life right from that moment?"

"I ... er ... I enjoyed it of course and wanted to do 
it again. And I soon found that the more I did it the 
more I wanted to do it. _Had_ to do it. It's been like 
that for me, more and more, ever since."

I had never spoken so openly with anyone about my 
sexual desires - not even with Reina. But somehow this 
woman made me want to tell her everything. She smiled 
at me again - oh, so charmingly. There was something 
maternal about her - but I had never been able to 
speak so frankly to my real mother.

"Well, that's a very nice and natural desire to feel. 
And I'm sure you get plenty, a pretty girl like you." 
She looked at me approvingly. "How old are you now?"

"Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in November."

"And what experience have you had?"

"Well, mainly with other girls after school. And then 
with some of the boys. But since Reina became my 
friend," I went on with increasing confidence, "she's 
taken me to places where I've done some stripping and 
nude dancing. For an audience. That was _lovely_. And 
we went together to a park one Sunday and picked up 
some young men and had sex in the open air. That was 
_fantastic_. And then a school-friend and I went out 
together and a group of men took us and ... and ..."

"Gang-raped you?"

"Is that what it's called? Yes, on a pedestrian 
overpass with people watching."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh, _yes_!"

"And what has Bob been teaching you?"

She looked round at him with an affectionate smile. I 
was not then experienced in other people's 
relationships, but it suddenly occurred to me that the 
elegant lady and the handsome _gaijin_ must have been 
lovers. Perhaps still were.

"Mr Williams was the first man who ever whipped me," I 
said shyly. "And today he taught me about ropes ..."

My hands strayed of their own accord to the _karada_, 
as he had called it, embracing my upper body.

"Well, Sayaka," said Kato-san in a more businesslike 
voice, "let me explain. I run a studio which makes 
JAV, sex videos. Together with Mr Otani, who is also 
my husband. It's called Marucho. Perhaps you've heard 
of it?" My blank face must have made it obvious that I 
had not. "Never mind, you have now. I started like 
you: a girl who could never get enough sex, and when I 
was eighteen I started work acting in sex videos for 
the company I now run. And because I was a young sex 
actress myself I take a special interest in the new 
girls starting in the profession."

I nodded. It felt as if my dreams were coming true. As 
I had admitted to Kato-san, I had never given more 
thought to my future than wanting it to contain as 
much sex as possible. Even though Reina had spoken to 
me a lot about the idea of making use of my love of 
sex to build a career in the sex industry, I had not 
really thought about it in practical terms. But 
looking at this wonderful woman - so beautiful, so 
assured, so experienced - I decided in that moment 
that working for her company - for _her_ - was what I 
wanted to do with myself. The sex would be frequent 
and varied and wonderful: I was sure of that. But 
above all I would be doing it for her. I would be her 
pupil, her _deshi_ or disciple. For the first time in 
my life I had found a hero, a role-model, whom I could 
admire and worship. I pulled myself together and made 
an effort to concentrate on what she was saying.

"Since Mr Otani and I took over the company we've 
expanded it into new areas. Sex videos are still our 
core business, but we now work with associate 
companies - photographic studios whose work we market, 
strip-club chains for whom we supply girls from our 
stable of young actresses, even agencies recruiting 
young call-girls to go on dates with their clients. 
They send their best girls on to us when they're old 
enough and have learned all they can in the 'assisted 
dating' business."

"But I'm doing that!" I interrupted, startled. "_Enjo 
kosai_. Assisted dating. That is ..." I added, 
confusedly, "... I will be doing it. Very soon."

"I'm delighted to hear it," said Kato-san with a 
kindly smile. "It's the best way for a young girl like 
you to learn about the sex trade. Then when you're 
sixteen, and if you work hard and do well, we can 
think about some photo-shoots with one of our 
associate studios. Just gravure [17] glamour at first: 
bikini shots and so on, then a few _te-bura_ [18], 
then properly topless, finally building up to shoots 
with full nudity. _Hea-nuudo_ of course - at least 
that battle for freedom has been won."

"It sounds wonderful," I said. "Will you really help 
me to do all that?"

"Of course! If you work hard and deserve it. It's a 
matter of building up a fan-base, you see. People will 
have seen your stills, building up to your nude shots, 
in magazines and on the net. Some will have caught 
your act at strip-clubs, or read about you. There'll 
be rather coy interviews with you, in which you'll 
describe your feelings in posing for the camera or 
stripping on stage, and be all shy about the 
suggestion that you might go further. My studio will 
handle all that. We know how to titillate your fans 
with hints of a first real sex video on the way. We'll 
have them longing to see it. They'll be writing you 
fan-mail, begging you to let them see you fucking."

I was overwhelmed. I felt as if someone was making 
love to me, stroking me, kissing me, preparing for the 
wonderful moment when he would take me to heaven with 
his whip and his cock ...

"Will it be ... will I be tied up, whipped?" I asked 
anxiously.

"Ah, you love that, don't you? I understand. So did I 
when I started! Still do ... Well, once again, 
gradually. We start with a shy eager girl keen to make 
love. Masturbating. That sort of thing. Then perhaps a 
video with a _little_ bondage. A harness when making 
love, cuffs, some gentle spanking. And at last we make 
the big breakthrough. You see, the industry is very 
fragmented."

"Yes," I said shyly. "Reina warned me about that."

"Girls are easily stuck in particular niches. If you 
specialise in BDSM you tend to stay there. It's the 
same with censorship. That wretched mosaic. I'd love 
to show you without it, but we may have to start that 
way. Then we respond to your fans, give way to their 
desire to see you fully nude. Plenty of publicity when 
you transfer to a studio specialising in uncensored 
movies - which just happens to be one of my companies. 
More coy interviews about how your fans want you to do 
it, and you long to meet their wishes, but are worried 
they'll be disappointed ... You see?"

I nodded. It was all a bit too much to take in at 
once. But there was one point I had to explain, even 
if it made me seem immodest and pushy.

"I do want ... I know it may not be possible from the 
start ... but I do want to do uncensored movies. And 
lots and lots of bondage and whipping scenes."

She smiled and nodded.

"That's good. But I'm glad you see you have to work up 
to it. After all, it's a way of structuring a career - 
making it last. And of course you can do all the 
bondage and torture scenes you want at exclusive 
events, private parties - you know."

I sat back on the leather couch and took a deep 
breath. It all seemed to good to be true.

"When ...?"

"Yes, I know. You want to start at once. So did I, all 
those years ago. But we cannot, we absolutely cannot, 
use you in videos till you're eighteen. All the more 
so because we are expanding our US market and they're 
very strict about it. We have to certify that all our 
actresses are over eighteen."

"But that's years away!"

"That's exactly what I said when I was your age! Or a 
bit older. Do you know, I insisted on having my 
screen-test at Marucho on my eighteenth birthday, so 
as not to waste a single day? But listen. You start 
now as a call-girl with the assisted dating agency. 
You'll enjoy that and it's excellent training. 
Reina-san will look after your finances, right?" She 
looked towards Reina who nodded. "Of course lots of 
girls of your age ignore the law and take the money, 
but if you're going to be a Marucho star we must make 
sure there are no scandals in your background. You'll 
be sixteen in November, you said. So we can start you 
then at photo studios and strip-clubs. Not before. Our 
rivals would love to be able to show that our new star 
had performed sex-acts in public for money when she 
was under-age. And then two years later ..."

"It seems such a long time to wait."

"Don't worry. It will pass quickly enough when you're 
enjoying yourself. And, as I said, there'll be private 
occasions where there are no rules. In fact presenting 
yourself as under-age - exaggerating it, pretending to 
be only fourteen but already in love with bondage and 
so on - is part of the attraction. You'll see."

"Yes," I said, hardly able to speak with such a 
wonderful prospect opening before me.

"Don't worry. I do want to use you. And I can't 
promise anything but you might well become a star. I 
could see at once that you have what I'm looking for. 
A little on the tall side, long legs, slim figure but 
with good breasts and bottom ... yes. Nice long hair - 
have you always worn it long?"

"Well, yes ..."

"Keep it that way. Different girls for different 
companies, and Mr Otani and I control quite a few 
companies, but for our core business Marucho you're 
the type we need. Elegant and yet dripping with sex."

I could hardly speak but managed to murmur my thanks.

"Now I must be going. But there are just two more 
things before I do. First, do your family know what 
you're planning to do and are they happy about it?"

"There's only my mother ..."

"I'll look after that," said Reina. "She'll be all 
right. Leave it to me."

"The other thing is very, very important. Look into my 
eyes. No drugs. I mean it. I won't have any girls in 
my studio - in any of my companies - who take drugs. 
You never have, have you?"

"No, of course not."

"Stay that way. I used not to have to say that. But 
these days, there are drugs around everywhere, even in 
Japan. And especially in our industry. I can't imagine 
why. I'd have thought endless sex was such a high in 
itself no one could possibly need anything more. But 
remember what I said. No second chances."

She stood up, straightened her skirt and picked up her 
handbag.

"See Kato-san out, won't you, Sayaka?" said Bob 
casually.

For a moment the idea of opening the front door in my 
state of nudity startled me; but then I remembered: I 
am a nude model and sex performer now, I thought. This 
wonderful woman has accepted me in my new career. I 
ushered her respectfully down the corridor, opened the 
door and accompanied her as she crossed the hallway to 
the elevator. I bowed low as she entered and waited 
till the elevator doors closed before returning to 
Bob's apartment. There was no one else around to see 
me. I felt sorry in a way.

My final task before leaving was to help the others 
liberate Chisa from her bonds. Bob stopped the 
mechanisms of the hot-chair and loosened the straps 
holding her wrists and ankles, while Reina carefully 
unclipped the electrical contacts from her nipples and 
removed the gag and harness. She seemed unable to do 
anything for herself: her eyes were closed and she was 
moaning slightly, lost in a world of her own. Reina 
and I gently wiped her face; then we lifted her inert 
body from the dildos which had been penetrating her, 
and laid her carefully on the leather couch. Bob fetched
a blanket from upstairs and tucked it gently round her.

"Is she all right?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he replied. "More than all right. She'll 
come round, probably tomorrow morning, and then wish 
she hadn't. She'll be begging to go back to where she 
is now. Wherever that is."

I walked over to the chair she had occupied. The big 
dildos were beautifully modelled in stiff but flexible 
translucent plastic. I longed to feel them inside me. 
The thick one was just like a real cock, and was at 
present slippery with the love-juice its ceaseless 
vibration had produced from Chisa's cunt. The narrower 
one for the arsehole intrigued me: rather than being 
in the form of a slim cock or a finger as I had 
expected, it consisted of half-a-dozen round balls 
fixed to a long probe. I felt a pleasant tickle in my 
own arsehole as I took in what it might mean to have 
those balls push their way one by one past my anus.

"May I really try it one day?" I asked shyly.

"Of course. I promised to let you know when I have an 
appointment free for you. One day," he went on, "when 
I get rich, I'll buy several of these chairs. Wouldn't 
it be lovely to have a whole row of them, permanently 
occupied by a series of delightful girls all squealing 
in orgasm!"

"May I ask you a question?" I asked after a moment.

"Of course."

"When you said that man's girls had to be trained to 
enjoy very specialised sex, and then had to learn to 
behave as if they _didn't_ enjoy it or know about it, 
what exactly did you mean?"

"Oh," said Reina, joining us, "it's like when you're 
being whipped, and instead of saying what you really 
want, you know, 'Please whip me more! Whip me 
harder!' you beg him to stop, not to hurt you, and 
scream that you can't bear it."

"Yes, I see," I said. "But if you do that isn't there 
a risk that he would stop?"

"On the contrary," said Bob. "Nothing pleases a man 
more, or inspires him to greater efforts with the 
whip, than hearing his girl pleading for mercy and 
begging him not to hurt her. That way he has much more 
fun. And so does she."

"Of course he knows she is pretending," said Reina, 
"and knows she actually wants him to whip her more. 
But she pretends very realistically."

"Very Japanese. Like I said," said Bob.

"And it's the same with Chisa-san and her Master," 
said Reina. "By the time she comes to him, she will be 
expert at the kinky, depraved sex acts he wants her to 
perform, and will thoroughly enjoy them. But she will 
act the part of an innocent little virgin who knows 
nothing about these things, and will be horrified and 
beg for mercy when she discovers what he will force 
her to do. _Much_ more fun for him - and for her." She 
looked at me anxiously. "You _do_ understand that, 
don't you?"

"Of course. But please tell me: what are the special 
things he likes to do to his girls?"

She patted me kindly on the cheek.

"Ah, that's another lesson for another day."


FOOTNOTES

[17] "Gravure", which originally referred simply to a 
printing technique, has been adopted by the Japanese 
sex industry as the term for non-nude shots of pretty 
girls. - B W

[18] _Te-bura_, literally "hand bra", is the term for 
topless shots of young girls coyly hiding their 
breasts with their hands. - B W


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