ALL I EVER WANTED 20

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 02: ALL I EVER WANTED
BY MEGUMI KATO AND SAMANTHA WEST

CHAPTER XX

Wedding Preparations

I decided the time had come to introduce Mr Otani to 
my mother and to such other relations as I have. This 
required careful planning. I had told my mother, on 
the evening of my eighteenth birthday, the memorable 
day that I landed the job of my dreams, that I was 
going to work for a film company. I hadn't told her 
what kind of films the company made; nor that I would 
be acting in them - just that there might be 
opportunities for modelling and so on. I think she 
worked out in due course what my job involved, but she 
never asked me about it or showed disapproval. I very 
much wanted to continue this typically Japanese tacit 
agreement not to talk about things which did not need 
to be discussed. But I first had to ensure that Mr 
Otani's American openness would not upset it. 

In fact I had nothing to worry about. My mother 
organised a little family dinner and Mr Otani behaved 
with great charm and discretion. My uncles and aunts 
were a bit worried at my marrying a man old enough to 
be my father, and although no one said so I could tell 
that they were dubious about his mixed origins, but my 
mother said plainly that I was old enough to know my 
own mind - nearly twenty, after all, which in Japan 
makes you an adult - so the family made no objection 
and welcomed Mr Otani regardless of any private 
reservations. 

The studio doctor had recommended a wait of two weeks 
before fitting the rings permanently into my breasts. 
Meanwhile he had provided me with antiseptic ointment 
and shown me how to smear it onto the free part of 
each sleeper, then slide it into the holes cut in each 
nipple so that they would heal cleanly. Two weeks was 
a long time to wait. 

For the fitting of the rings I wore a sort of bridal 
costume: a white head-dress and transparent veil, a 
suspender-belt holding up white stockings, white shoes 
and long white, lacy gloves. The idea was to have a 
proper wedding ceremony, with the only variants being 
my near-nudity and the placing of the rings in my 
breasts rather than on my finger. The studio had 
suggested performing the scene in a Christian church, 
with an altar and cross in the background, and had 
been puzzled when Mr Otani had vetoed this idea on the 
grounds that it would cause offence in the North 
American market. We obviously had a lot to learn about 
Western taste. It was very fashionable in Japan to be 
married Western-style and most hotels and wedding 
companies had Christian priests on call as well as 
Shinto and Buddhist. Still, if Mr Otani thought a 
Christian background would be inappropriate for the 
film version of our wedding - well, presumably he knew 
best. 

We performed the ceremony therefore in a neutral 
setting. Midori and Noriko were there again as 
bridesmaids, their provocative costumes very similar 
to mine in leaving them essentially nude, the colours 
matching those they had worn as the she-devils 
tormenting me in the torture chamber. Once again 
Noriko held the instruments for Mr Otani on a tray: 
the rings had been cut open and pulled apart wide 
enough to slide easily into my breasts. Mr Otani, in 
full Western wedding costume, carefully removed the 
sleepers from my nipples and inserted the rings. With 
jeweller's pincers he squeezed them back into perfect 
circles again; then with a tiny blow-torch, fuelled by 
a gas cylinder out of sight of the camera, he melted 
the ends just enough to fix them closed for ever. 

My bridesmaids stood ready with cloths soaked in 
ice-water to take away the heat from the metal before 
it had time to spread to my breasts. The sensation of 
the little blue flame working on the jewelled rings 
just millimetres from my flesh was extraordinarily 
arousing, but I had no wish to feel it burn me in 
reality. At last, marked and decorated now for ever 
with the sign of his love, I fell into Mr Otani's 
arms. He kissed me passionately and, forgetting 
everything except our sexual adoration of each other, 
we gave the cameras an unscripted session of 
love-making. The two girls looked on, touching and 
petting each other charmingly in sympathy with our 
mutual love. 

I had explained to the studio that I wanted a quiet, 
respectable wedding reception as my family and friends 
would be attending. I was sorry to deprive my 
colleagues of the sort of carefully planned orgy the 
studio had laid on for Miss Takahashi the previous 
year, but my family would be shocked. Of course my 
friends could do anything they liked once Mr Otani and 
I had departed on our honeymoon, and all the Katos had 
left. The actual ceremony would be in a Shinto shrine 
not far from the studio, and at the reception 
afterwards I would show myself, like a respectable 
Japanese bride, successively in formal wedding kimono, 
Western wedding dress, and going-away outfit. Only in 
the last did I decide to take a risk with my family 
and please myself - and, I hoped, my new husband. 

I had chosen a pair of skin-tight shorts or hot-pants 
in black, wet-look material which crackled slightly 
and shimmered in the light as I moved. To make sure 
they fitted tightly and left the lower curves of my 
bottom uncovered, they were held up by a broad gold 
metal belt which fitted snugly round my waist. 
Matsumoto-san and I had also designed something 
special to show off my beautiful new breasts. It was 
nothing but a mesh of delicate little gold chains 
which clipped to the rings in my nipples and to the 
edges of the belt, back and front. I found the result 
very pretty and also very erotic: the tracery of 
chains held my breasts pointing forwards and upwards, 
as if held by an invisible bra; and the way each 
breast was caged by slender chains anchored firmly in 
the nipple was very arousing. 

In order not to shock my family - or people on the 
aeroplane! - too much, I sadly agreed to cover my 
beautiful gold decorations, and teamed up the 
hot-pants with a little sleeveless bolero jacket in 
the same shiny material, open down the front and 
ending at the lower curves of my breasts. A few inches 
of the pretty chains passing down my tummy and up my 
back could be seen, and anyone who wanted to could 
speculate on where they led. I added matching shiny 
black gloves and tight, black boots reaching over the 
knee, the metal-tipped spike heels the highest I could 
manage. I could hardly wait to remove my jacket and 
shorts, leaving only the belt and mesh of chains, and 
submit myself to my new master in just my gloves and 
my boots. Both had long gold laces cris-crossing along 
their full length. This hint of a taste for bondage 
was of course enhanced by the delicate chains 
decorating my pierced breasts. I hoped my new master 
would enjoy the hint, and act on it. Looking at myself 
carefully in the mirror, I decided the contrasting 
effect of bare flesh and tightly wrapped shiny, black 
plastic material was very arousing. It was as if my 
tender young body had been parcelled up and turned 
into an unresisting gift for my husband-lover to 
unwrap and use as he wished - as indeed it was. I 
looked forward to finding out if Mr Otani found the 
thought as stimulating as I did. 

The remaining days were very full, as I shopped with 
my mother for my respectable trousseau, and then went 
into secret conferences with Matsumoto-san, hunting 
through her stock and through sex-shops specialising 
in bondage and sado-masochism for the items I would 
_really_ wear on my honeymoon. 

"You must find out how to please him, dearie, you 
realise that, don't you?" she said. 

I replied, a bit shyly, that I thought I already did. 

"Ah, yes, but that's just being lovers for a while, 
dearie," she said. "That's different. Just being young 
and fresh and fuckable is enough to hold his attention 
for a time. But now you're actually _marrying_ an 
older man with lots of experience and sophisticated 
tastes. It's your job to find out the things he really 
likes but hasn't told you about, and do them to him. 
Starting on your wedding-night." 

Matsumoto-san insisted on giving me a wedding-present, 
although I told her she had already done far too much 
for me. When I opened the package I was disappointed 
for a moment, thinking she had forgotten I already had 
a sweet pair of nipple-clamps given to me by Mr Otani 
in San Francisco. But these were old and beautiful, 
and she explained that they had a "special surprise": 
demonstrating the discs' mechanism with a pencil 
inserted where my nipples belonged she showed me how, 
when the knobs were twisted to the very tightest 
setting, tiny needles concealed in the mechanism 
sprang out and seized the clamped flesh with exquisite 
white-hot agony. Of course I was wild to try them out 
at once; but she insisted that I keep them for my 
wedding-night and I somehow forced myself to promise I 
would, just checking that there was room for them to 
fit firmly in front of my beautiful gold rings. 
Matsumoto-san told me the pretty toy had come from 
China, and had once been part of the bedroom equipment 
of an Imperial court lady. I was too busy, and 
excited, to wonder how she had come to own them, and 
it was only later that I discovered that they had been 
a present to her from her lover the first Mr Nagao, 
who had somehow acquired them when in the Imperial 
Army in China during or before the War. It was nice to 
think of the many women and their lovers they must 
have delighted with their sweet torment since they 
were first made by a clever court jeweller so long 
ago. I wondered who the first lucky owner had been. 
Had her lover told her in advance about the "special 
surprise" - or had he, as she approached the height of 
orgasm, twisted the little knobs yet tighter and let 
her experience the white-hot fire of the clever 
discs' torment without warning? Lucky girl! - oh, I 
did so hope it had happened to her like that! 

My future husband said I could invite as many people 
as I liked to the wedding, and I went through the list 
again and again, trying as hard as I could to be 
certain I hadn't forgotten anyone who would be 
offended if left out. Of course most of my friends 
were new since I started at Marucho, so it wasn't too 
difficult to remember them. I thought of the two 
girls, Fujiko and Shizue, I had met at the Paradise 
Club: Fujiko promised to come but Shizue was on duty. 

One morning I woke up convinced I had forgotten an 
unpaid debt, and over breakfast it came to me: 
Shimizu-san, the proprietor of the little sex-aids 
shop where Ken and I had bought my very first whip. So 
much had come of that that I felt quite ashamed at 
having forgotten about her. Time was so short before 
the wedding that I decided to call on her personally. 

I suppose it was a year and a half since I had been to 
her shop, and buildings change so quickly in Tokyo 
that I made several false turns before I found it 
again. But there it was, the same as I remembered it. 
Shimizu-san had hardly changed either, and was 
delighted to see me: she knew who I was, of course, 
having watched my videos by way of business, and took 
some pride in having known me while I was still 
getting ready for my profession. Even though I brought 
an invitation card with me, she made excuses about 
attending my wedding - worried, I guess, that the 
expected contribution would be beyond her means. 
Before I left, I asked out of politeness if she had 
anything especially interesting in stock. 

"Oh, yes!" she said, her voice sinking to a 
confidential murmur. "I think I can offer you 
something for your honeymoon - guaranteed to please." 

She fetched a cat-o'-nine-tails with unusually long 
lashes in white leather, and pressed it into my hands. 
I ran my fingers through it and was rather 
disappointed: to be whipped with pure white lashes on 
my wedding-night was a pretty idea, but they were 
slender and soft, and I could not imagine them giving 
me more than gentle stimulation - even with all Mr 
Otani's strength. 

"I know what you are thinking," she murmured, "you 
would like something stronger. You're young, and I'm 
sure you like to be brought quickly to a climax. But I 
promise you, in the hands of a man who really knows 
how to treat a girl ... does your future husband whip 
you well?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" I said happily, "he's fantastic!" 

"I'm so glad for you, dear," she said, and put her 
hand on my forearm for a moment. "I'm sure he could 
give you a lot of pleasure with this. You see, even 
with all his strength behind it, it will take you ages 
to climax: you can spend hours building up to an 
orgasm you never quite reach. Do try it!" 

It didn't really sound like my idea of fun, but I 
bought the cat, partly out of obligation to 
Shimizu-san and partly because I hoped the sale would 
encourage her to attend the wedding. 

Later, standing naked in the apartment, I tried it out 
on myself. The lashes were long enough to encircle my 
hips several times, which was nice, and when they fell 
they left an agreeable tingling where they had kissed 
me, but even in Mr Otani's hands I couldn't imagine 
this cat being other than rather tame for my advanced 
tastes. 

Not long after that Mr Otani found time to call at my 
apartment to discuss our honeymoon plans. I was 
sitting at his feet playing with my new cat while he 
told me about the resort he had found on a tropical 
island: a place where clothing was optional and no one 
would ever interfere when girls were heard screaming 
in the night ... I was wearing tight black leather 
shorts cut high on the bottom with a little matching 
top, and a pair of calf-length laced high-heeled black 
boots Matsumoto-san had found for me. My friend Bob 
Williams had been doing some research into 
nineteenth-century Western pornography and had told us 
that girls in those days enjoyed wearing such boots. 
[11] He showed us drawings of a fat Victorian 
prostitute brandishing a whip with delicate metal tips 
on the lashes while dressed only in little laced 
boots. Matsumoto-san was enthusiastic - "made to 
measure, dear, for a really tight fit, and always 
_very_ tightly laced," she had recommended with a 
knowing smile. I hadn't fancied the idea at first, but 
as always she was right: I found the constriction of 
the tight-fitting boots incredibly arousing and so did 
my lovers, some of whom begged to be allowed to grovel 
on the floor, helping me into them, tying the laces 
tightly for me, and then worshipping my little feet, 
kissing the toes and pointed heels. Mr Otani had not 
commented on my new style yet, but obviously such 
little boots would be part of my honeymoon outfit. At 
first I could bear the constraint for only a short 
period, but I was training myself to enjoy it for 
longer and longer periods. After all, it was just 
another variant of the erotic agony which I loved so 
much. 

Suddenly that gave me an idea. Suppose the long, soft 
lashes I was running longingly through my fingers were 
punctuated with little knots, each pulled as tight as 
possible so that they formed tiny hard triangles of 
white leather - wouldn't that make a lovely 
combination of gentleness and cruelty? Well, it was 
worth a try. 

"What are you doing, darling?" asked Mr Otani idly. 

"I just thought I could improve this cat," I said, 
pulling a knot as tight as I could. "It seemed a bit 
tame, but if I add all these little knots ..." 

"It would hurt you more? _I_ could use it to hurt you 
more?" 

"_Much_ more, I hope," I said with a shy smile. 

"Do you want me to try it on you?" 

"On the honeymoon," I said firmly. "Not till then. But 
then ... oh, _yes_!" 

I could see that the thought had aroused him. I put 
the cat down - the knots could wait - snuggled up 
between his legs and opened his trousers. I slipped 
off my top, so that he could decide whether to come in 
my mouth or over my beautifully decorated breasts. He 
chose my mouth; when he was quite finished I swirled 
the lovely cum around my tongue and swallowed half of 
it, letting the rest dribble out of my mouth and 
spatter over my breasts. 

I let the mixture of cum and saliva stay where it was 
when he left, enjoying the sexy aroma as I continued 
working on my whip. It was much harder, and took much 
longer, than I had expected; but when at last it was 
done a quick swish round my buttocks showed that my 
hunch had been right: the mixture was deliciously 
arousing. I resisted the temptation to try it further, 
and hid the new toy in my suitcase among my little 
dresses and g-strings, where it could wait patiently 
for its opportunity. 

The wedding went off as well as such things usually 
do. The formal kimono, with the dagger strapped 
tightly inside for me to use on anyone who questioned 
my honour, and the traditional wig and head-dress, 
were more uncomfortable than anything I had ever worn, 
and I was glad to change into the dreamy wedding dress 
in virginal white, fussed over by my mother and aunts. 
We used Mr Nagao's illness as an excuse to keep 
speeches to a minimum. 

Nearly all my friends, lovers and colleagues from the 
studio and other related companies were there, and 
although the girls were mostly dressed sexily they 
respected my wish to leave any orgy till later. A 
former lover of mine called Les Birch came, 
accompanied by a pretty plump girl I had not seen 
before; she was looking at him with a submissive 
adoration, however, which told me at once what special 
thing it was he did to her when they were alone 
together. Little Emi was there, of course, in a 
skin-tight dress the tiny skirt of which obviously 
concealed no underwear. Looking at her from the top 
table, I guessed she was now nearly ripe for the 
special pleasures Les administered so skilfully. When 
I returned from honeymoon I must bring them together, 
I thought: his new girlfriend could not expect to keep 
him and his instruments entirely to herself. 

My best friend from school, Kimiko, also came and I 
was so happy to see how she had developed into a 
charming if still rather unsophisticated young lady. 
She was dressed in a very smart suit: the skirt could 
have been shorter but it was nonetheless enchantingly 
tight round her pretty bottom. She was seated with 
Midori and Noriko who, I was delighted to see, were 
wearing dresses based on the dominatrix costumes they 
had worn for the piercing of my left breast - though 
less provocative, for the moment at least. From my 
position on the top table I could not hear what Kimiko 
was saying to the other girls, but I guessed she was 
asking them in great detail what they and the studio 
did; I watched her eyes getting bigger and bigger as 
she listened, fascinated, to their answers. Somehow I 
thought she would be persuaded to stay on to see how 
the party developed after we and my family had left. 

At last I was in my carefully planned going-away 
outfit, and could see at once that it was as much of a 
success as I had hoped with my new master. Somehow we 
got away from our well-wishers, leaving them to do 
whatever they liked for the rest of the evening. There 
was something I wanted to discuss with Mr Otani just 
as soon as we were alone together in the hired car 
taking us to the airport. I wriggled lasciviously 
against the black leather of the seat, knowing that it 
enhanced the effect of my sexy outfit. I undid the 
little link holding my short jacket together and 
slipped it off, exposing my breasts in all their 
decorated beauty. 

"Promise me something," I said. 

"Of course. If I can." 

"When you whip me tonight, please promise to do it 
very hard and very slowly." 

He smiled at me, and I could tell he was about to 
tease me by pretending he wasn't going to whip me on 
my wedding-night. But then he changed his mind. 

"I thought you liked it fast, so that the pain turns 
to pleasure quickly." 

"I did. When I began to enjoy being whipped, I 
wondered how I could bear the first few strokes, and 
wanted to hurry through them and move on to the 
pleasure. Then I realised I was missing something by 
not enjoying the transition fully. But now ..." 

"And now?" 

"I know you'll think it's strange, but I actually 
enjoy the pain. As pain, not just because it's going 
to turn into pleasure. So I think I'd like to try 
making it last. Postpone the transition to pleasure, 
and feel every stroke properly. So will you promise to 
do it very slowly, and very, _very_ hard—so that I can 
enjoy it to the full?" 

"I promise," he said. 

"Even if I beg you to speed it up, and let me start to 
come? You promise to pay no attention to anything I 
say and make me wait and go on hurting me with all 
your strength? For hours and hours? It might be rather 
wonderful to have an orgasm from pain alone. D'you 
think I can do it?" 

"If anyone can, Megumi, you can." 

I kissed him. 

"There's something else I want to tell you," I said 
after a while. 

"I know, you've changed your mind. Well, it's too  late." 

"Silly! It's about the lovely things you did to my 
breasts." 

My fingers stroked my nipples gently, and played with 
the little chains clipped into them. 

"Tell me." 

"Ever since you fixed these rings in my breasts," I 
said, "there's been a funny change in my sexuality. 
When I'm alone I get my best orgasms from just playing 
with my nipples and twisting the rings through them. 
Of course I still love having my cunt and arse 
stuffed, and being whipped by you is pure Heaven, but 
my breasts matter to me even more than they used to. 
Do you mind?" 

"Of course not. I love your breasts, and they've 
always been very sensitive, haven't they?" 

"Yes, I suppose they have. But I've got an idea how we 
might get the balance right again." 

"Tell me." 

"It seems a shame to have just two rings. Wouldn't it 
be nice if I had rings in my cunt-lips too?" 

"So long as they don't get in the way of anything I 
choose to put into your cunt." 

"I don't think they would. Not if _you_ fitted them, 
anyway." 

"I think that's a lovely idea," said my master. "We'll 
see about it just as soon as we get back." 

"Thank you. I'd really like that. I was thinking, 
maybe a row on each side." 

"If you're that serious about it, why don't we make it 
a rule that you get a pair of rings in your cunt every 
wedding anniversary?" 

"Oh, that would be so lovely! And - I've just had 
another idea! - don't you think I'd look specially 
nice with a stud fixed in my navel?" 

"I should have known better than to encourage you," 
said my master, and kissed me. "What some girls 
especially like," he went on, "is a ring here." He 
touched my clit with his finger through the shiny 
cloth of my shorts. "No, a little higher up. _Here_." 
Now his finger was at the very top of my crotch. 

"Would that be nice?" 

"The idea is to have a thin wire ring with a little 
gold pendant attached. Just the right length to tap 
against your clit all the time as you move." 

The very idea excited me. I could feel my clit 
beginning to throb in anticipation and my pussy 
getting wet. 

"How _lovely_!" I said, then began to giggle. "But of 
course only when I'm not wearing panties. Otherwise it 
wouldn't work." 

"That's right. It would make you as eager to take your 
panties off as I am to see you without them." 

"I shall never wear panties again," I promised. 

As we drove on towards the airport I explained to him 
how even more exciting my body would look, nude except 
for dozens - hundreds - of delicate little chains 
joining the rings and studs fixed in my breasts, my 
cunt and my navel. I thought of the little pendant 
tap, tap, tapping against my clit as I moved, helpless 
to escape its relentless stimulation. The driver 
adjusted the rear-view mirror so as to give us 
privacy. Or so that he could see me better, and what 
Mr Otani was doing to me. I didn't care. 


FOOTNOTE

[11] Bob says the best collection of 
nineteenth-century pornography is a magazine called 
_The Pearl_ which was published in England in 1879 and 
1880. It contains several complete novels and he has 
helped me read some of them in modern reprints. They 
are _delightful_! There is a great variety of sexual 
activity - some of which even I had never thought of! 
- and everything the characters do or have done to 
them makes them so happy! _All_ the girls - and some 
of the men, too - adore being whipped and constantly 
beg for it, which is so charming. 


[Next in Part 21: Chapter XXI: Honeymoon Island] 


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