I AM NOT ASHAMED 06

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER VI

The Evidence

The next day was Monday, and in the afternoon a package 
was delivered to me at work. It was in a neat white 
carrier bag sealed with tape round the handles, with the 
logo of the Marucho Film Company discreetly printed on 
it. Inside was an unlabelled video tape, and a little 
album of photographs, the prints neatly arranged two to a 
page behind plastic sheets. How nice, I thought, they had 
already sent their guests pictures of Megumi's wedding 
reception. I was sure there would be one of her in her 
white wedding-dress: that was the way I wanted to 
remember her - so sweet and virginal. I opened the album 
at random, and to my horror the first print I saw was a 
well-lit and pin-sharp photo of a naked girl, blindfolded 
and her body tightly bound with ropes, kneeling upright 
under bright lights and sucking the erect cock of a man 
standing in front of her. Oh, dear Gods, it was me! 

"Holiday photos, Kimiko-san?" asked Shizue from behind my 
shoulder. "Do let me see!" 

She must have come up behind me without my hearing. I 
looked up at her, terrified and scarlet with 
embarrassment, desperately spreading my hands over the 
open album in an attempt to hide the pictures from her. 
But I was too late. 

"Oh, _very_ nice! Let me see!" she repeated, pulling 
firmly at the book. 

"You mustn't! They're private! Oh, please, Shizue, 
don't!" 

I could feel the plastic sheets covering the prints 
sliding relentlessly from under my sweating fingers as 
she pulled. Suddenly the glass doors to the hallway 
opened and our boss came in. 

"What's going on here? Why aren't you working?" he said 
sternly. 

I stood up and we both bowed low. I could just see that 
Shizue had the presence of mind to flip the album on my 
desk closed before he could notice what it contained. 

"We are very sorry, sir," she said formally. "We are both 
very much to blame for our misbehaviour. Please forgive 
us. It will not occur again." 

"I hope not indeed. Kobayashi-kun, will you come to my 
office. I have instructions for you." 

"Certainly, sir," I said and followed him. What else 
could I do? 

When I came back, Shizue and Tomoko were looking through 
my photos together. They were giggling and chatting, but 
as quietly as they could so as not to annoy our boss a 
second time. I forced myself to join them. 

"Oh, don't be so unkind to me!" I begged them, "please 
give them back! I didn't know anyone was taking pictures! 
They're terribly private. Please." 

Tomoko giggled again. 

"You _have_ been having a nice time!" she said. 

"Kimiko, you've nothing to be ashamed of," said her 
friend with authority. "We _love_ this kind of sex - 
don't we Tomoko? We think it's wonderful that you enjoy 
it too. But you _are_ a funny girl, keeping it all so 
secret! Why didn't you tell us you liked performing at 
parties? We could have gone to all sorts of exciting 
places together and done such lovely things." 

"We're regulars at the Friday night sex parties now, 
aren't we Shizue?" said Tomoko. "I'm sure we're well 
enough known to be allowed to bring a guest. Especially a 
submissive." 

I looked from one to the other, terrified and astonished. 

"But I'm not ..." 

"Yes, Kimiko," said Shizue, "someone like you who loves 
being tied up for sex will always be welcome." 

"But I _don't_ ..." I said, desperately trying to 
convince her that the evidence didn't mean what it so 
obviously meant. 

"I think it was very bad of you to be so secretive," she 
continued. "You must have done it a lot, you're so good 
at it. Just look at this photo, and this one - Gods, 
you're brilliant, Kimiko!" 

"And she tried to make us believe she was so virtuous," 
added Tomoko accusingly, supporting Shizue as usual. 

I could not decide which was worse: to be seen as 
promiscuous and hypocritical with it, or to admit that I 
had abandoned my virtue so ecstatically at the very first 
opportunity. Yesterday's discussion with my sister Fumiko 
had given me the answer, I thought; but somehow I had 
lost it again. 

"Ooh, look at this!" said Tomoko, who had taken the 
album from Shizue and was leafing through it again. 
She looked at me with new respect. "You _are_ lucky! 
That must have felt lovely." 

It was a photo of me bent forward, tightly bound and 
with a man's cock a long way up my arse. Despite the 
gag and blindfold it was possible to detect the 
blissful expression on my face, and I could indeed 
remember how much I had loved the extraordinary, 
heavenly thing that was being done to me. I could now 
see that the man fucking my eager, helpless bottom was 
Mr Williams. For a moment my panic subsided as I felt 
pleased that it had been he, and not a complete 
stranger, who had been the first man ever to take me 
there. Tomoko was right: it _had_ felt wonderful! The 
peace and harmony Fumiko had spoken of began to flood 
through me again. The photograph showed clearly the 
lovely ropes biting firmly into my smooth, plump 
flesh: looking at them made me want to do it all over 
again, now, at once ... Then I returned to reality, 
and the dreadfully embarrassing situation I was in. 

"Oh, please," I implored the two girls again, "I'll do 
anything for you in return if you'll only let me have 
the pictures back, and promise to forget you ever saw 
them!" 

"No, Kimiko," said Shizue firmly, "we'll keep these 
till next week. On Friday night we'll show them to our 
friends, and see what they think of them. And you, and 
I, and Tomoko are going to look at your video 
together. If it's as good as I think it must be, we'll 
take that to show at the party too." 

"Oh, no, _please_ don't!" I cried. "I just can't bear 
to think of other people seeing how naughty I was. I 
don't know how I let it happen. I think ... I _know_ I 
had too much to drink, and then I let them persuade 
me, and once it started I was so excited I couldn't 
stop ... Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself!" I could feel 
the tears beginning to come. 

Shizue put her arm round my waist. "You've nothing to 
be ashamed of," she said in a kindly voice. "We all 
start like that. We secretly know what we want, and 
something has to happen that makes us accept that and 
really do it. Having a little too much to drink is 
often what makes it possible. The photos are 
beautiful, and you obviously had a marvellous time. 
You're so lucky. And now that we know the truth about 
you, Tomoko and I will take you to places where you 
can have nice things like that done to you just as 
much as you want." 

I looked at her gratefully, and sniffed. 

"But I don't think that _is_ the truth about me." 

"When you see the video you'll realise that it is. 
You'll be able to relive the lovely time you had, and 
look forward to the next time. Don't you want to see 
it?" she added insinuatingly.  

"Oh, _no_!" I said, the tears flowing again. 

The trouble was that I did, very badly. 

When you work in a consumer electronics company it is 
not difficult to get access to a video machine. As 
soon as work was finished we three girls watched my 
video in an unoccupied conference room, carefully 
locking the door first. It showed edited highlights of 
the party after the wedding reception was over, 
starting with my first sex with Mr Williams on a 
couch - had they really filmed _that_? - then showing 
me on stage, stripping and dancing naked, first 
nervously then more and more confidently and happily. 
Then followed a few general scenes of the guests 
enjoying sex together all over the studio. Finally my 
bondage scene was included almost complete. Somehow I 
found it possible to detach myself from the girl on 
the screen, and let her outrageously wonderful 
performance arouse me, as if she had nothing to do 
with me. 

At last Tomoko rewound the tape while Shizue switched 
on the lights. Then they stood up and bowed formally 
to me. 

"That was a magnificent performance," said Shizue. "In 
my opinion our Friday night group will be keen to meet 
you as soon as possible, and will be glad to welcome 
you to our sessions just as often as you want. But we 
shall have to show them this first." 

I felt faint, trembling and breathless as I sometimes 
did when I knew a man was looking at me and finding me 
sexually attractive. The girl on the screen - who 
wasn't, of course, me - had stirred up the most 
powerful feelings inside me. I began to realise that 
one of those feelings was excitement at the thought 
that my - her - performance was going to be enjoyed by 
a roomful of complete strangers. 

"Thank you," I just managed to say. "I am very glad 
you think I did well." 


[Next in Part 07: Chapter VII: The First Test] 

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