Learning_About_Myself.10

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 10

CHAPTER X

I Meet Harry and Anton

"Reina-san," I said when we were alone together at 
home again, "please tell me: what exactly is a 
masochist? You remember you said that girl we met 
might be one."

Reina had promised that our last evening together 
before my mother's return would be a very special one. 
We were to visit another of the clubs of which she 
seemed to have such a wide knowledge, but she refused 
to tell me anything about it in advance. We had bathed 
together once again, and she had carefully checked 
that my crotch was as innocent of hair as ever. Then, 
to my surprise, she had taken the razor and, after 
lathering herself copiously, had carefully shaved her 
own pussy.

"It's not that I'm trying to compete with you, 
darling," she explained. "My days of looking like a 
little innocent who's only just discovered sex are 
long past. But this evening's a special occasion."

Now we were taking it in turns to massage each other 
in the steamy bathroom, and I was kneeling behind 
Reina as she squatted on her little stool, teasing the 
knots out of her shoulders with my fingers.

"Surely you know, don't you?" she replied to my 
question.

"Well, yes - but what did you mean about that girl?"

"A masochist is a girl who enjoys pain," she explained 
patiently.

"But what _is_ pain - I mean, the pain you say a 
masochist enjoys? It can't just be what I feel when 
someone whips me. That doesn't hurt at all - it's 
lovely! It's another kind of pleasure: it makes me 
feel even sexier."

"Have you never," she asked thoughtfully, "done 
something really naughty at school and been seriously 
punished for it? Beaten, I mean? Or had a friend who 
did?"

I was about to say no, but then I remembered a girl at 
school. A year or more ago there had been an outbreak 
of stealing from girls' lockers and schoolbags. It had 
been thoroughly investigated and at last traced to 
her. We had none of us liked her much, so we had shown 
no sympathy as an announcement was made, and we had 
watched in silence while she was taken away. Hours 
later she had returned, obviously distressed and 
trying not to cry in front of us. Even though we 
hadn't liked her, we tried to comfort her then; but 
she made it very clear she wanted to be left alone. 
The next day she was still silent and solitary, but 
there was something strange about her, a sort of glow, 
a special quality, as if she had been through a 
life-changing experience. I told Reina this story.

"There you are, then! She was beaten severely, and 
after the first shock and humiliation she found she 
enjoyed it."

"But I could never do that!"

"You don't _know_ you couldn't. But don't worry about 
it. If it comes to you it will come, and meanwhile you 
can go on enjoying being whipped for its own sake. 
That's not masochism - it's just a special extra 
aspect of your sensuality. You're very lucky to have 
it."

"But what do I do if it does come? This ability to 
find pleasure in real pain?"

"You'll know what to do. For every masochist there's a 
sadist."

"You mean ..."

"A man - or a woman - who enjoys hurting you as much 
as you enjoy being hurt. It's one of the most 
wonderful sexual relationships you could ever have. If 
it comes to you, be grateful. If it doesn't, you have 
so much else to enjoy!" She stood up. "Now we must get 
ready. This evening is going to be fun."

==

Reina had instructed me to wear the same simple dress 
I had worn on the journey home from the dating agency 
office - "Just that, no corset, nothing at all 
underneath," she dictated firmly - and while I had 
dreamt of wearing something more exciting and 
stimulating, for me as well as for those who looked at 
me, I was sure she had good reasons for her choice. 
She told me to go and get ready in my own room with 
the sliding shutters closed while she made some phone 
calls.

When I reappeared, trying to make the most of my 
little floral dress, her appearance took my breath 
away. She was wearing just a tight short sheath in 
shiny red plasticised material which left her 
shoulders bare and was zipped tightly up the back, 
long skin-tight black gloves in similar glistening 
material, and a black collar snugly round her neck. As 
we stepped down into the little hallway and I put on 
my favourite silver high-heeled sandals, I saw that 
she had laid out for herself a beautiful pair of black 
high-heeled boots which reached almost to her knees 
and were fastened by long black laces zig-zagging 
round silver hooks all along the front. As she stood 
in front of me I felt I had never in my life seen 
anything so sexily beautiful.

"We'll treat ourselves to a taxi tonight, since it's 
our last evening," she said as we left the house.

Our destination was a building in Akasaka, a district 
normally too exclusive and expensive for me even to 
think of visiting. There was a discreet entrance and 
Reina pressed an intercom button. The lock buzzed as 
soon as she gave her name and we entered a lobby with 
a reception desk staffed by two beautiful girls in 
pretty low-cut minidresses. They bowed respectfully to 
Reina and told her to go through the door marked 
"Office".

A man in a tuxedo rose from behind a desk. The office 
was tidy and smartly furnished: the whole atmosphere 
could not have been more different from the dating 
agency office I had visited earlier that day.

"Everything is ready for you, Kogure-san," he said. 
"And of course for Sayaka-san. I have reserved two 
seats at the front. I haven't made any announcement: I 
thought I'd wait till you are both seated."

I wondered for a moment what he meant by calling Reina 
Kogure-san, but then I remembered that Mai Kogure had 
been the professional name on the DVD she had let me 
see. The one, I fleetingly remembered, that had ended 
with the beautiful scene showing Reina as a charming 
_sadisu-chan_ with her sweet whip ...

The man pressed a button on his desk. One of the 
beautiful girls from the reception desk entered, and 
on his instruction conducted us into the main room of 
the establishment. It was dominated by a semi-circular 
stage raised on three shallow steps; there were rows 
of comfortable seats arranged round it. The place was 
fairly full but as the man in the tuxedo had promised 
there were two empty seats at the front. The 
receptionist conducted us to them, and Reina settled 
into one of them with me on her left.

The lights were low in the auditorium. On stage under 
the bright spotlights a girl was dancing. She was 
wearing only a pretty gold panty and matching 
high-heels. As she danced she played teasingly with 
the bows on her hips holding up her panty; then coyly 
she turned her back, looked provocatively over one 
shoulder, and slowly pulled the little strings till 
the panty fell. She turned to face the audience and 
posed sexily, delightfully naked apart from her heels, 
twirling the little scrap of gold cloth from one 
finger. Her pubic hair was not shaved like mine but 
trimmed into a neat triangle. There was applause. How 
_lovely_, I thought - not for the first time! - to be 
allowed to show oneself off nude in front of an 
audience! How natural, what a perfect way of 
expressing one's sexuality, of teasing oneself 
delightfully, of preparing to surrender joyfully to a 
room full of lustful cocks! Was this girl going to do 
that? Of course she was! With a charming smile she 
tossed the little panty into the audience, not looking 
to see where it fell. A cheer went up as a man stood 
and, kissing and smelling the piece of cloth which he 
had been the first to claim, made his way to the 
stage. He took the naked girl in his arms and kissed 
her; then they left the stage together and made their 
way through the audience to an area at the back of the 
room where couches stood ready to accommodate the 
happy love of audience members and willing performers. 
Yes, I have been here before, I thought. On my very 
first evening with Reina: at a club where a girl had 
danced, stripped naked, and gone off still nude with 
her reward, a lover ... who, I suddenly recalled, had 
whipped her beautifully in their private encounter. 
She had been a girl just like me, or just like the me 
I was planning to be; I never learnt her name or spoke 
to her - except in my fantasies - and yet she had at 
once become my ideal, my guide.

I felt the man seated on my left stroking my thigh. 
His hand was moving further and further upwards: soon 
his fingers would be under my short skirt and 
approaching my crotch. Of course I didn't object - why 
should I? His lust had been aroused by the sight of 
the lovely nude girl who had danced for him, and for 
all of us, on stage and I was now getting the benefit 
of it. What could be nicer?

The lights came up in the auditorium and the man in 
the tuxedo came on. He made a brief announcement that 
we had the special privilege of welcoming in the 
audience the celebrated sex-star Mai Kogure, whose 
videos would be well-known to all lovers of beauty. 
There was a rustle of interest. She had kindly agreed 
to perform for us, accompanied by her new pupil. 
Goodness, he meant me, I thought, as this was greeted 
with applause. The lights went down again, and a 
couple of stage hands set the scene, pushing on two 
frames made of strong poles in black metal about two 
metres high and a bit less across, one to each side of 
the stage. Black curtains were drawn behind them. 
Something else which I couldn't quite make out, black 
against the black curtains, was now dangling above the 
stage.

The stage hands withdrew, bright spots came on shining 
white against the black stage set, and then two men 
entered, one from each side, wearing only black 
slacks. They were _gaijin_, fair-haired, tall and 
their bare arms and chests muscular. They advanced 
together to the front of the stage and smilingly held 
out their hands to Reina. She stood, faced the 
audience, bowed respectfully, then turned back to the 
stage and ascended the steps, elegant in her 
high-heeled boots.

She stood close to the man on her right and they began 
to kiss. Her gloved hands caressed his bare chest, 
pinching his nipples; then moved down to stroke his 
buttocks through the black cloth of his slacks. After 
a while she swung round and did the same to the other 
man - except that her right hand was still straying 
over the first man, tickling the obvious bulge in his 
pants. Then she had both hands on the second man, 
stroking his hidden cock too.

The first man took her by the waist, then began to 
slide down the zipper holding her brilliant red sheath 
dress together. I was breathless with excitement, 
longing to see it fully undone and the dress fall to 
the ground revealing - what? Was Reina beautifully 
nude under her dress as I was under mine, or had she 
more to remove?

She had. As the red dress fell apart, we could all see 
that she was wearing a shiny black corset, very like 
the one I had worn for my portrait photographs at the 
dating agency - except that that had been red, of 
course - squeezing her slim waist but leaving her 
breasts and bottom uncovered. As she posed and showed 
herself off between the two men, I could see that the 
corset was laced up the front, the black cords 
zig-zagging between shiny metal hooks very similar to 
the design of her boots. How elegant!

Reina advanced to the front of the stage, smiling and 
gesturing to me. She wanted me to join her! I excused 
myself politely to the man sitting on my left, whose 
fingers were now dabbling lightly in my wet pussy, 
stood up and followed Reina up onto the stage. The 
audience welcomed the newcomer with polite applause. 
She kissed me gently, then passed me to the man on her 
left who took me in his arms and began to undress me. 
Oh, how gentle he was and how I longed to be nude for 
him and surrender to everything he intended to do to 
me! All he had to do was unfasten the zipper down my 
back and let my simple dress fall to the floor. I 
stepped out of it: he picked it up and tossed it into 
the wings. Would I ever see it again? I didn't care. I 
felt as if I never wanted to wear clothes in public 
again. He held me in front of him, displaying me to 
the audience while his hands caressed and explored me.

I glanced to one side to see what Reina was doing. She 
was on her knees in front of her man, in the process 
of undoing his belt and letting his slacks fall to the 
floor. He was wearing no underpants and his huge cock 
dangled between his legs, half erect. He seemed to 
have no pubic hair - or perhaps it was fair like the 
hair on his head and less visible than the wiry black 
bush of a Japanese man. Reina stroked and kissed his 
cock and it rose obediently into her hands. I felt as 
if I had never seen anything so beautiful.

"May I do that to you?" I whispered to my partner. 
"Please?"

"Of course!"

At once I was on my knees in front of him, fumbling 
with his belt. Then I too had an enormous, almost 
hairless, cock to play with. I kissed and worshipped 
it with my lips and hands, my heart beating fast at 
the thought of the pleasure this magnificent 
instrument would soon be giving me. But after a few 
strokes he withdrew from my mouth, bent down and, 
taking me gently by the elbows, pulled me to my feet.

"Now it is time for you to fix us to the bars," he 
whispered in his quaint Japanese. "Both of us."

He kicked his pants to one side with one bare foot, 
and together we moved to the metal frame on our side 
of the stage. As I looked more closely I saw that 
shining steel handcuffs were attached to the vertical 
bars near the top. My man took up his submissive 
position willingly, facing the audience, and I reached 
up on tiptoe and clicked the handcuffs shut round his 
outspread wrists. On the floor larger cuffs were 
attached to short chains stretching from the bottom of 
the bars. I knelt, and as the man moved his feet apart 
for me snapped the cuffs closed round his ankles. At 
once the feeling that this magnificent male body was 
my helpless prisoner overwhelmed me. It was no longer 
for me to submit to him and his desires: he was mine 
now to do what I liked with. I stood again and stroked 
his chest and pinched his nipples as Reina had done 
earlier; then I reached down and tickled his obedient 
cock.

"Over here, Saa-chan," I heard Reina say; and then, 
loud enough for the audience to hear and enjoy, "My 
little apprentice is learning fast."

The other man was standing inside his metal frame, 
waiting for me to imprison him with the two sets of 
cuffs provided. When he too was helpless I began to 
tease and tickle him, while he looked down at me and 
smiled with pleasure. Reina meanwhile was standing 
centre-stage and began to remove her long black 
gloves. It is remarkable how erotic a skilled stripper 
can make the process of taking off her gloves, or her 
stockings for that matter. She is not revealing any 
part of herself that would normally be hidden, and yet 
peeling off gloves, whether she is otherwise naked or 
not, can be very provocative and arousing. Certainly 
it was when Reina did it.

When she had finished, she handed one of her gloves to 
me and then waked over to the man on the right. She 
reached up to his face, kissed him, and then placed 
the glove she was still holding over his eyes, tying 
it tightly behind his head so that he was completely 
blindfolded. She gestured to me, and I did the same to 
my man. It wasn't easy because he was so much taller 
than me, but he bent his head and helped me as best he 
could. It obviously aroused him to be so completely at 
my mercy: his wonderful cock was fully erect and I 
could feel it throbbing as I stroked it and began to 
dream of the ecstasy I would surely feel when I at 
last gave it permission to power its way into my wet 
pussy. I stood on tiptoe and kissed his mouth again.

"You are forbidden to come," I said to him, trying to 
make my voice both intimate and audible to the 
audience. "Whatever I do to you, you must control 
yourself and not come."

"I will do my best to control myself, Mistress," he 
said in his strange-sounding Japanese, "but it will be 
difficult."

"It will be _very_ difficult," I said. "I shall make 
sure that it will be as difficult as it possibly can 
be. But you must not come. If you do, I shall have the 
pleasure of punishing you for your wickedness."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I know I will enjoy it, 
whatever you choose to do to me."

I know what to do with this man, I thought. I have 
done it all already, to Jiro in our school gymnasium. 
But he was a weedy fellow compared with this powerful 
giant who has been miraculously placed at my mercy. 
And there had been seven of us tormenting and teasing 
poor Jiro together - how good it would be to have them 
all here to help me work over this magnificent victim. 
What a show we could put on!

There was something else missing, I thought. Here I 
had only my hands and my nude body to tease him with. 
I had no tools. No sooner had I thought that than one 
of the stage hands entered silently. He was carrying 
exactly what I wanted: a long whip of many strands. In 
fact he had two: one he gave to Reina and the other to 
me. The narrow strips of leather were bright red: how 
clever, I thought, they would show more clearly under 
the lights than a black whip against the black 
background, and help the audience to enjoy watching 
what I would do to my victim. It didn't occur to me at 
the time, but looking back on it I saw that I had 
already begun to acquire stagecraft, to understand how 
best to help my audience to appreciate every detail of 
my public sexual display.

My blindfolded victim wouldn't know, I thought, what I 
held in my hand. He couldn't guess the wonderful, 
thrilling sensation I was about to inflict on him. I 
walked quietly round his helpless body, the lovely 
whip dangling from my right hand, and took up 
position. I ran the long lashes through my left hand, 
then without warning flicked them hard against his 
muscular buttocks. Again. And again. His head jerked 
back and his whole body tensed in its steel cuffs.

"Oh, Mistress," he said, "Oh ..."

I varied the angle of my strike, letting the multiple 
lashes kiss his back and then his thighs. In between I 
stroked his buttocks gently with my free hand. Always 
with love, I thought. That is what I was taught. You 
must always caress your partner with the whip 
_lovingly_. The whip is an extension of your hands, 
with which you stroke your lovers so as to pleasure 
them. With this wonderful tool you can stroke even 
more tenderly. That is what it is for. It is a way of 
loving even more intensely.

It was heavy work, though! My right arm was growing 
tired, and I was doing my best to please him as he 
begged me to whip him harder and harder. At last I had 
to stop. And I was longing for the moment when - 
surely - he would seize the whip from me and 
reciprocate my love with all his strength. I walked 
round to his front and untied his blindfold. He let 
his head fall forward and I lifted it with the handle 
of the whip under his chin.

"Did you enjoy that, Slave?" I asked, recalling Reina 
in her _sadisu-chan_ video.

"Oh, yes, Mistress! You are so good to me ... Please 
love me more."

"Soon."

I began to concentrate on teasing and stroking his 
cock. Before I fell to my knees I reminded him 
severely that he was forbidden to come. Somehow he 
managed not to, despite my best efforts with my tongue 
and lips on his glorious erection, or my tickling 
fingers on his heavy balls. Perhaps he was skilled at 
resisting the tormenting teasing of Japanese girls, 
all longing to harvest the evening's first cum as it 
spurted hotly into their mouths. Or perhaps I was just 
too inexperienced and needed to practice more ...

I gave up for the moment and turned to see what Reina 
was doing to her man. She too had removed his 
blindfold, and was now releasing him from his cuffs. 
She smiled across to me and indicated that I should do 
the same. I wondered where to find the keys and then 
discovered that the cuffs were fitted with simple 
release buttons: although they looked strong and 
professional, they were obviously made specially for 
bondage play. My man stepped away from his frame, 
rubbed his wrists and then took me in his arms. His 
erection pressed excitingly against my lower stomach.

"Won't you whip me now, please?" I asked him in the 
cutest little-girl voice I could manage. "I want it 
_so_ much. And after all, I did it to you ..."

"Yes, and it felt lovely. But not just yet."

Another stage in the presentation was about to begin. 
He left me and joined the other naked man. The black 
object hanging from the ceiling was lowered and I saw 
that it was a sort of hammock of interlaced black 
leather straps, suspended by silver chains from each 
corner. The two men lifted Reina and placed her on her 
back in the little hammock so that her head hung from 
one end and her bottom and legs off the other. She 
quickly raised her legs and twisted them round the 
silver chains so that her crotch was fully displayed. 
My man knelt before her, pulled the little hammock 
towards him and buried his face in her juicy cunt. Oh, 
how lovely for him! I thought, remembering my first 
experience of sucking Reina and drinking her 
love-juice. The other man approached me and for a 
wonderful moment I thought he was about to prepare me 
for fucking. But he just moved the frame to the left, 
angling it towards Reina and her lover, and instructed 
me to stand within it so that he could lock me into 
the wrist- and ankle-cuffs. Then he returned to Reina, 
standing where her head dangled upside-down from the 
leather hammock, and placed his cock where she could 
suck it and draw it into her mouth.

It was the cruellest possible torture for me, 
desperate for sex as I was, forced to watch the 
glorious fucking which Reina was being granted for her 
own pleasure, that of her two lovers and of course for 
the enjoyment of the audience. Soon my man - the man 
who had been mine - rose to his feet and thrust his 
beautiful cock into her cunt. At the same time she was 
not just sucking the other cock: I could see from the 
movement of her throat muscles that she was swallowing 
it deeply inside her. The two men pulled her to and 
fro in her little leather cradle while I watched, 
desperate to be fucked myself - and with my hands 
bound I could not even masturbate! I thought they 
would time their orgasms so as to come together; but 
the man fucking Reina's mouth at last pulled out and 
sprayed his cum over her lovely face, hanging 
helplessly upside-down with her wavy hair dangling 
almost to the floor. He was quickly followed by her 
other lover who moved round with his cock in his hand 
and added his rich contribution to the sperm 
decorating her.

At last I was granted relief. The two men gestured to 
the audience, inviting anyone who wanted Reina to step 
up on stage and take her. And as volunteers began to 
arrive and pleasure Reina, they picked up the two 
whips from where they had fallen to the floor, took up 
position on either side of me, and began together to 
lash me ... my bottom, my thighs, my tender breasts, 
my tummy, from time to time even a heavenly flick 
between my legs and onto my pussy and clitoris ... 
harder and harder, endlessly, as I wriggled as best I 
could in my bonds and implored them to whip me more. 
Before me an endless line of men were fucking Reina, 
coming in her cunt and in her mouth, or pulling out in 
time to add to the pretty streaks and gobbets of cum 
decorating her face and breasts. Would it be my turn 
soon to be fucked so comprehensively and so 
beautifully? Surely yes - but just now Reina was 
receiving what she longed for and deserved, and so, in 
my whipping-frame, was I. Two girls lost in a heaven 
of love and ecstasy!

At last, with that bit of my mind that was not 
preoccupied with my own happiness, I became aware that 
the line of men fucking Reina in her harness was 
coming to an end. The last two exploded in the 
love-holes they had selected, withdrew, offered her 
their dripping cocks to clean with her tongue, 
shrugged on their clothes and left the stage. For a 
few minutes my two lovers stopped whipping me and left 
me to hang lonely in my bonds while they helped Reina 
to her feet and supported her as she withdrew, to 
clean herself up and recover from the continuous 
orgasm she had been enjoying. At last they returned to 
me.

"Well, what shall we do with this little one?" asked 
the first.

"I think she's ready, don't you?" replied the other.

"Oh yes, oh _yes_!" I couldn't help saying.

They laughed.

"She doesn't know what it is, yet she still wants 
it!" said one.

"Of course!" I begged them. "Whatever wonderful thing 
you want to do to me, I want it too ... oh, _so_ 
much!"

They turned together back towards the audience.

"Well, who'd like to have her?" they asked, 
alternating their sentences. "She's longing for it, I 
promise you! She'll give you all a really good time! 
Come on, she's all yours! She's desperate! You can do 
anything you like to her!"

But no one stood up and approached the stage. For a 
few moments I was overcome by a terrible conviction 
that I just wasn't good enough. None of these 
sophisticated, sexually experienced men wanted me or 
thought me worth the trouble of fucking. I was on the 
edge of bursting into tears. But the two handsome 
_gaijin_ turned to me, smiling sympathetically, 
stretched out their hands and began to stroke me.

"Don't worry!" they said. "It's not your fault! 
They've all worn themselves out fucking your friend 
Kogure-san. But you look lovely bound like that. _We_ 
want you! We want you terribly."

They did, I could see that. Their huge cocks were 
erect and pointing at me - if only my hands had been 
free I could have stroked them and loved them.

One of the men left the stage for a moment while the 
other began to free me from my bonds. I fell into his 
arms, thanking him and begging him to fuck me - to 
take me any way he wanted. The first man returned with 
a sort of wheeled trolley upholstered in black. He 
parked it in the centre of the stage; then with the 
help of his friend carried me to it and placed me on 
the edge. I sat there happily swinging my legs and 
reaching out for the lovely cocks on either side of 
me, my hands free at last to show how much I wanted 
them.

"Doesn't she look pretty?" said one of my lovers to 
the audience.

"Why do you think you look so pretty?" the other asked 
me.

For a moment I had no idea what to say, but then 
inspiration came to me.

"Because I am nude," I said. "Nude for everyone to 
look at and enjoy. I want to be like that _always_! 
And because I want _so_ much to be fucked."

"A good answer," he said.

"Yes - but we can make her even prettier, don't you 
think?" said the other.

There was a drawer built into the trolley on which I 
was sitting. One of the men reached into it and pulled 
out a pair of nipple-clamps, simple metal pincers with 
little bells already attached.

"Oh, yes - please!" I said. "I _love_ them!"

"You've worn them before, have you?"

"Lots and lots!" I replied happily. "When I'm nude and 
being made love to ... under my dress when I'm out 
..."

Together they attached the little instruments to my 
erect nipples, adjusting the mechanism to give me the 
maximum sensation. They flicked my breasts so that the 
little bells tinkled. While I thanked them for their 
kindness, one of them fitted a black leather collar 
round my neck. The other then showed me a pair of 
metal hooks on the end of a leather strap. He held my 
head carefully and gently fitted the hooks into my 
nostrils. They felt strange but the sensation of 
restraint and bondage was very arousing as he led the 
strap over the top of my head and attached it to the 
back of my collar. He tightened it slowly and I found 
myself forced to raise my head till I was looking up 
over the audience and towards the ceiling. Together 
they made me stand up and walk towards the front of 
the stage.

"Do you want to be fucked, Sayaka-san?" one of them 
asked.

"Oh yes - oh _yes_! So much!" I replied, my voice 
sounding a little strange with the hooks and strap 
constricting my face.

"Does nobody want to fuck this sweet little girl?" 
asked the other, addressing the audience. "So young, 
and so keen! How old are you, Sayaka-chan?" he asked 
me.

"Fourteen," I said, hoping it would help to make 
myself out to be even younger than I really was.

"Have you been fucked in public before, Sayaka-chan?" 
asked the first man.

"No, never!" I said. Another untruth, of course, but 
in the best possible cause. "I want it _so_ much!"

"Only fourteen, and her first time before an audience. 
Surely someone would like to fuck this hot little 
_roriita_?"

"Oh, _please_!" I added.

"You do it, and we'll watch," called out a man in the 
second row.

"Would you like _us_ to fuck you?" they asked 
together.

"Please! Oh please! Fuck me, fuck me!"

So they conducted me back to my little trolley and 
placed me there on my hands and knees. I wriggled with 
delighted anticipation and the little bells suspended 
from my nipple-clamps tinkled in sympathy. I made sure 
I was kneeling neatly with my knees tucked well up 
under me so that my bottom was correctly placed for 
them to enjoy; the hooks in my nostrils forced me to 
hold my head up high with my mouth open ready to 
receive any cock that chose to enter it. There was 
scattered applause from the audience: so they were 
enjoying watching me being taken even if they were too 
exhausted to take me themselves!

And then it began. I felt one of the huge cocks 
demanding entrance to my pussy and I pushed gently 
back onto it: oh, I wanted it in there as much as it 
wanted to penetrate me! Simultaneously the other cock 
began to enter my half-open mouth. I licked and sucked 
and worshipped it, and encouraged its progress past my 
throat and, it seemed, half-way down to my stomach. 
With my cunt and throat muscles I massaged and stroked 
these glorious instruments of pleasure. How wonderful 
it was, I thought - not for the first time - to be a 
girl with the power to call this male lust into being, 
to use it, to love it, to _force_ it to pleasure me 
and do everything to me I wanted! There would always 
be more, I thought: an army of cocks waiting for me, 
wanting me, always ready to satisfy my endless lust 
while at the same time stoking it up to an even higher 
pitch. Men, I knew, had to stop after fucking till 
they were ready to do it again - like the worn-out men 
in the audience - but _I_ never had to stop! Why 
should I? I could fuck for ever.

I don't know how long it lasted - not for ever, alas, 
we always fall short of our ideals - but when at last 
my two lovers had each come in my mouth and in my cunt 
I felt myself lifted up and borne tenderly off the 
stage. When I opened my eyes I was lying on a couch in 
a little room. My two lovers were there, smiling down 
at me, and so was Reina. I could hear music playing in 
the stage area and cheers from the audience: another 
girl had taken my place, I supposed, and was already 
titillating the spectators with her stripping and 
dancing.

"Oh, you were so good to me!" I said when I had 
returned to something like reality. "Who are you, and 
why are you working here?"

They laughed.

"Which question shall we answer first?" said one. 
"Well, the reason we work here is obvious. It's 
because we get to fuck Japanese girls. They're the 
best in the world. Oh, yes!" he went on as I modestly 
tried to deny it. "Beautiful, clean, and _so_ 
enthusiastic! They'll do anything! And they love being 
fucked by _gaijin_ as much as we love fucking them! 
They find us exotic. This place is a paradise. I never 
want to leave it."

The other nodded in agreement.

"And your other question ... My name's Harry. I'm 
American. I have a job as "adviser" in a Japanese 
company. They think I'm a typical American so when I 
tell them what I think about a product they imagine 
that's what all Americans will think. It's quite well 
paid, the OLs are very pretty, and I have my evenings 
free for fucking in places like this. He - " he 
gestured at his friend " - works as a freelance 
designer. He's the clever artistic one, and works out 
the routines we use on stage. The audiences like them, 
the management are happy and the girls are fantastic."

"Well, we hope so," said the first man. "Places like 
this are always looking for something new, so we keep 
trying to work out new acts. Of course it's all about 
fucking and whipping, however we dress it up. Or 
undress it," he added with a laugh. "My name's Anton. 
I come from Austria."

"Australia?" I asked uncertainly.

"No. Not Australia," he said severely. "Austria. You 
know. _The Sound of Music_ and all that."

"Anton doesn't think much of _The Sound of Music_," 
said Harry with a laugh, "but it's the one thing about 
his country that everyone knows."

"Nonsense!" said Anton indignantly. "Mozart ... 
Schubert ..."

"Ah, yes. Austria's great public relations success: 
convincing the world that Mozart was an Austrian and 
you-know-who was a German."

"Harry, if you wish us to remain friends you will stop 
that."

"Where did you meet?" I asked hurriedly, trying to 
avert a quarrel I did not understand.

"In a bar," said Harry. "One of the girls said we must 
be brothers because we looked so similar. But we'd 
never met before. We shared a girl that night - d'you 
remember, Anton? - and she enjoyed it so much she 
wouldn't take any money."

"I will never forget her," said Anton, cheerful again. 
"She was so _small_ - when we took her, one at each 
end, you could hardly see her! But she was like a 
dynamo of sexual energy."

"That gave Anton the idea of working out a series of 
sex acts and offering them to managements like the one 
here."

"And when we're 'resting' from doing that," said 
Anton, "we spend evenings at ladies' clubs. You know, 
the discreet places where older women go to relax with 
young men."

"That's quite good fun," said Harry. "Of course, I 
prefer fucking young girls. But I must admit older 
Japanese women have trim bodies and know a lot. And 
they're very generous with tips and presents."

"Which they can afford to be," his friend put in. "The 
women who have us at the ladies' clubs are very well 
paid company executives, TV personalities and so on. 
But they make us work hard for it!"

"Saa-chan, I think it's time we left," said Reina, 
speaking for the first time. "Harry and Anton have 
work to do."

"More young girls to fuck?" I asked naughtily, and 
then regretted having been so impertinent.

"Of course!" said Harry, who didn't seem to mind. 
"It's Saturday night. This place will be open for 
hours yet. Come on, Anton! We're sex-slaves, remember? 
Back to work!"

==

"Reina," I said as we lay naked in each other's arms 
that night, "that was the most wonderful thing that 
ever happened to me."

"Yes, dear," she said. "I know. I enjoyed it too."

"I never want to do anything else," I went on 
seriously. "I mean, I have to stay at school a while 
longer, till I'm sixteen at least, and then my mother 
wants me to go on to a secretarial college and get a 
job as an Office Lady in a company, and all that, and 
I'm sure that's very sensible. But it's not really 
living, is it?"

"So what would you call really living?"

She shifted position on the _futon_ and turned me so 
that I was lying on my back while she leant over me. I 
could feel her hair tickling my shoulders and neck. 
Normally that would have excited me and I would have 
pulled her down onto me as a preliminary to yet more 
kissing and fondling. But somehow I felt that this 
conversation, the last we could have together before 
my mother's return, was about to become the most 
important discussion in my life so far. I thought 
carefully about how to reply to Reina's question. The 
simple - and, so far as it went, truthful - answer 
would have been "sex", but somehow I needed to say 
more than that. Of course sex was hugely important to 
me, as it surely is to every girl, but just because it 
is something every girl wants and enjoys I had to find 
the words to express how very special it was to me.

"When I was ... having that experience earlier this 
evening," I began at last, "it felt incredibly 
wonderful. It was much more wonderful than anything 
I'd felt before. Of course I was tingling all over - I 
always am when my lovers do nice things to me." I 
paused for a moment, feeling very grown-up at being 
able to speak of having lovers - more than one at a 
time. "But when they, you know, took me to paradise 
with the way they loved me, it felt as if I wasn't me 
any more, as if I had been completely remade and was 
living in a way I had never lived before and had never 
really guessed a girl could live. I'm still feeling 
that now, a bit. And I want to go on feeling that, for 
ever and ever. I want to be loved like that and taken 
to paradise. All the time. Now that I know where it 
is, and how to get there."

Reina smiled down at me encouragingly, resting on one 
elbow, her chin on the palm of her hand.

"You see," I went on, anxious to explain what I meant 
now that I had somehow found the words, "it isn't only 
the sex. That's fantastic of course. But it's even 
more wonderful because I'm doing it while everyone 
watches. When I'm on a platform with an audience 
there, or - " suddenly I remembered how it had felt at 
the dating agency that afternoon " - in front of a 
camera, and get naked for the audience or the camera 
to see, that's when the wonderfulness begins. And 
making love to a man I've never met before and whose 
name I've never heard ... knowing that his lovely hard 
cock and his desire for me have been made by my nudity 
and my sexiness and are all mine to do just what I 
like with, and then when he loves me and whips me 
because I want him to ... not just because he wants 
me, though that too of course, it feels so beautiful 
and so - so pure!"

"You're a very lucky girl," said Reina.

"Don't you feel like that?" I asked anxiously. "Don't 
all girls?"

"_I_ feel like that," she replied, "and that's why I 
do the work I do. I couldn't imagine doing anything 
else. And so do you. I could tell that the moment I 
saw you when I came here to look after you. You're 
just like I was at your age, only more so. Of course 
you will do what I do. What do you think I've been 
training you for?"

I looked at her, startled for a moment. My 
overwhelming experiences and emotions during the 
evening had temporarily driven out of my mind her 
plans for my future.

"But what about other girls?" I asked again, really 
wanting to know. "And - " an awful thought suddenly 
struck me " - how long does it last, this feeling? 
Will I be too old for it one day? You know, like my 
mother?"

"That's two questions!" she said with a laugh. "Not 
all girls feel a desire for sex, especially public 
sex, as intensely as you do. Those who do make a 
career out of it, as you will. The others keep sex as 
a recreation, a hobby, something to make up for the 
boredom of everyday life. And as for how long it lasts 
- well, a career as a nude model and sex performer, if 
you're lucky, might last as long as five years. If 
you're not so lucky, just a year or so. You've no idea 
the pressure there is from newcomers. Japan is full of 
young girls desperate to get their chance in the sex 
business. Girls like you are now."

"But that's terrible! I hoped it would last for 
_ever_!"

"Well, you may be luckier than most. The industry 
depends mainly on young beginners: innocent dewy-eyed 
girls who look as if they've only just discovered the 
wonder of sex in public and can't get enough of it. 
But a few girls manage to go on much longer. They 
develop into older, more sophisticated sex actresses 
and role-models. And anyway, I was talking about the 
career. I didn't mean that your sex-life will be 
short. If you are sensible and save your money, and 
make useful connections, you can become the 
sex-partner of a rich and successful man, if that's 
what you want, or build up a stable of lovers. Or even 
both. Quite a lot of men like to have first call on 
the services of a former sex-actress, and then leave 
her free to do exactly what she likes the rest of her 
time. So long as she's discreet, of course."

I gazed up at her open-mouthed. It was so much to take 
in! Could I one day be the mistress of a wealthy man 
with, I hoped, interesting sexual tastes and a strong 
appetite? Or did I want to be the centre of an army of 
lusty young men dedicated to satisfying _my_ appetite 
- or trying to satisfy it, in vain of course? That 
idea was such fun I began to giggle.

"Some girls just accept that it won't go on for ever, 
and use their connections to get a job with a company. 
Knowing what men want is quite useful experience for 
success in an office job. And you can keep sex as a 
hobby on the side. Like your mother does."

"You mean," I said in astonishment, "my mother - " I 
wanted to say "has lovers" but somehow the words would 
not come " - goes on dates?" I finished lamely.

Reina laughed.

"Of course! You don't think all those late evenings 
are on company business? Some are, of course. But she 
gets asked out by other executives; and sometimes she 
goes to ladies' clubs. You know, where older women can 
meet handsome young men for discreet sex."

Suddenly my astonishment at this discovery that my 
mother had a sex-life was replaced by a recent memory. 
Harry and his friend Anton had spoken of "ladies' 
clubs" where well-paid older women, hard-working 
female executives, went to relax with handsome young 
men. It hadn't meant much to me at the time, but now I 
was amazed by the thought that the men who had just 
pleasured me so beautifully might previously have 
fucked my mother!

"Time to go to sleep," said Reina. "Remember, you have 
an important appointment tomorrow morning."

"Yes. With Bob Williams, isn't it? Why are we going 
there? Is it something to do with my career? Or does 
he - " I added with a naughty giggle: " - does he want 
to whip me again?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She laughed, leant 
forward and began to tickle my tummy with her elegant 
long nails. "You'd like him to whip you again, nice 
and hard, wouldn't you, you insatiable little ...?"

"Of course! I'd love it!"

"Well, perhaps he will." She became serious again. 
"But there are two other reasons. The first is that he 
will have someone calling on him tomorrow whom I very 
much want you to meet. She can help you a lot if you 
make the right impression on her, so make sure you 
do."

"She?"

"Yes, she. The other reason is that there's one thing 
missing from your sexual experience and I've left it 
very late to have you taught. You've never been tied 
up for sex, have you?"

"Rope bondage, you mean?" I said, sounding as casual 
as I could.

"Oh, you know about it, do you?"

"I've read about it. And seen pictures. It seems 
rather thrilling. But I've never done it."

"It _is_ thrilling. Very. And Bob Williams is an 
expert with ropes. For a _gaijin_, that is. You'll 
love it."

"Have you been bound for sex, Reina?"

"Oh yes. Frequently. I adore it. And so will you. Now 
go to sleep."


[Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: A Business Meeting]

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