I AM NOT ASHAMED 10

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER X

The Stranger

I stood submissively in the centre of the big room 
while he walked thoughtfully round me, twisting the 
ropes in his hands. He began, as my earlier tormentors 
had done, by creating a cradle for my breasts, taking 
the rope tightly round my chest above and below them, 
but also twisting each turn round my upper arms so 
that they were pinned firmly to my sides. Again I felt 
my sensitive breasts wonderfully aroused at the rough 
yet loving touch of the rope. 

Once that rope was fully wound around me, he took 
another and bound it round my left thigh, just below 
my crotch, twisting each turn round my left wrist so 
that my arm was helpless. With the third rope he did 
the same to my right thigh and wrist. I could tell 
that he wanted to leave me able to open my legs for 
his convenience later. Then he made me kneel before 
him and fetched the video camera, recording my 
helpless posture and my adoring, submissive gaze. 

"That's the easy bit," he informed me. "You do look 
nice. We'll just leave you like that, while I think 
about the next stage." 

"Are you going to tie me some more?" I asked 
submissively. 

"I have something very special in mind for you," he 
said. "Something you will never forget. Just be quiet 
and wait till I'm ready." 

He walked naked around the room for a few minutes 
while I followed him eagerly with my eyes, not daring 
to speak. He suddenly had an idea. I could see him 
hunt through the tray of fruit, plates and cutlery 
which the hotel provided for an honoured guest. He 
returned triumphantly with the two pairs of simple 
half-split chopsticks which had been included for any 
Japanese guests who preferred them to Western cutlery. 
He pulled them both apart while I watched, then 
fetched some thin cord from his suitcase. Cutting two 
short lengths, he tied the split ends together again. 

"Now, darling, let us decorate those pretty breasts of 
yours," he said, squatting on the floor beside me. 

My nipples had been hopelessly aroused by the firm 
caress of my ropes, and he had no difficulty fitting 
the two pairs of little sticks over them like clips. 
He took two longer pieces of cord, and looped one 
round the untied ends of the pair decorating my left 
breast, then took it round my back and did something I 
could not see to my bonds there. My nipple was now 
held with pleasant firmness, the grip of the wood 
adding to the stimulation of the ropes. He did the 
same thing to the sticks holding my right breast. 

"That should do it," he said. "See if you can stand up 
without my help." 

Obediently I began to rise. But as I tensed my chest 
muscles, the cords linking the outer ends of the 
wooden clips tightened and bolts of excruciating agony 
tormented my erect nipples. I screamed with the 
unexpected pain and slumped back to the floor. 

"Did that hurt, slave?" 

"Oh yes, Master, terribly." 

"Good. It was meant to. Stand up." 

"But I _can't_ ..." 

"Do what I say. Or shall I tighten the cords? I can 
make the clamps hurt really exquisitely, you know." 

Cowed by his severity, I tried again to rise, failing 
again as my sensitive breasts were pierced by 
excruciating agony. But this time there was a hint of 
something else behind the pain: I began to see why he 
had used the word "exquisite" in describing it. I was 
panting and sweating in my agony, but could feel my 
cunt gasping and dripping in sympathy. Before I could 
lose hold of my new discovery I tried a third time to 
rise, this time beginning to relish the powerful 
sensation which coursed through my body. When he saw 
that I was in earnest, he took me by my tightly bound 
arms and helped me to my feet. With careful steps I 
made it to the bed where he helped me to lie on my 
back, my legs apart, the anguish subsiding as I 
relaxed. 

"And how did _that_ feel?" he asked. 

There was only one permitted answer. 

"Exquisite, Master," I gasped. And then, very daring, 
I added, "Please make it hurt more." 

"That's my good slave!" he exclaimed, and kissed me on 
my unresisting mouth. 

He turned me onto my front and I felt him adjust the 
cords, fixing them more tightly I suppose to the rope 
behind my back: at any rate I could feel the little 
sticks gripping my nipples even more firmly, and by 
experimentally tensing my chest muscles I found I 
could bring the exquisite anguish back with renewed 
force. Great waves of warm contentment pulsed through 
my helpless body. I wanted to beg him to free me of 
this appalling instrument of torture, but my 
sensuality, developed to a pitch I had never known 
before, betrayed me. 

"Oh, it's so _good_!" I heard myself say. 

"I knew you would enjoy it," he said. "You're learning 
things about yourself you never knew, aren't you?" 

For answer I tensed my chest muscles and made the 
exquisite feeling overwhelm me again. And again, and 
again - each time trying to make it last longer, 
testing myself to see how much pleasure I could bear. 

"Just relax for a moment," he said quietly. 

Reluctantly I allowed the heavenly agony to subside. 
Suddenly I felt something - like a cock but harder and 
yet more slippery, like a thick finger but not so 
flexible - demanding entrance to my anus. I began to 
protest but that only set off the exquisite pain in my 
nipples again, and I could do nothing to stop the 
inexorable advance of the lubricated object. As soon 
as it had penetrated as deeply into my arse as it 
could, I became aware of another much thicker one 
entering my cunt. That needed no artificial 
lubrication: my pussy had responded juicily to the 
cruelly precise stimulation of my helpless breasts. 

I had heard of girls using dildos for sexual 
stimulation - women's magazines often had articles on 
the finer points of masturbation technique - but I had 
never tried them myself. In any case, how could a shy 
girl like me ... like I _used_ to be ... go into the 
sort of shop where such things were sold? No sooner 
had my lover inserted the instruments fully than I 
felt him straighten my legs as I lay on the sheet, and 
begin to tie my thighs tightly together with another 
rope. Before attending to the final knots, he pushed 
his fingers into my crotch and did something which 
made the dildos vibrate and throb inside me. 

"Can you move?" he asked. 

I wriggled experimentally. The sharp pain in my 
nipples mingled delightfully with the pleasure 
spreading up from my crotch. 

"No, not really." 

His hands were holding the whip and the cane, and by 
squinting down the length of my body I saw him place 
them on the sheet on either side of my bottom. 

"Are you going to use them?" 

"Perhaps. I will ... or somebody will. Open your 
mouth." 

Before I could ask what he meant, my gag was slipped 
into me again and the straps bound tightly behind my 
head. Then something new: a thick black blindfold. 
Plunged into darkness, I was conscious only of the 
spasms of pleasure and pain shaking my body - and of 
David's voice. 

"Now, slave, here's what is going to happen," he was 
saying. "I know it's late but I feel like some fresh 
air, so I'm going out for a walk. While you are lying 
here helpless, you can imagine me going round the 
bars, picking up a girl, telling her about you lying 
here waiting for me, and how I don't care - I'd rather 
leave you here and have her instead." 

I said nothing, What could I say? 

"And imagine this. There'll be other men in the bar 
listening to me. Perhaps I'll choose one for you, a 
good strong man, and give him the room key. So you can 
look forward to something a bit different. I'll be off 
with my sexy bar-girl while he's having you. Or maybe 
I'll come back here and watch. Yes, maybe I'll do 
that. I'm sure he'll be delighted when he sees you 
laid out like this for him, helpless - and with the 
whip and the cane waiting for him to use." 

"Ugh—grggh," I said into my gag. 

"The batteries should last at least two hours," I 
heard him say. "Enjoy yourself - and think about all 
the things you have to look forward to." 

The effect on me of this first experience of 
artificial aids to orgasm - and two at once at that, 
grinding and twisting inside my cunt and my arse as I 
lay there helplessly bound and at their mercy - was 
nothing short of shattering. And what made the 
experience even more glorious was the little pincers 
my wonderful Master had attached to my breasts: every 
time I gasped and struggled under the pleasure 
flooding from between my legs, the movement of my 
chest tightened them yet further and sent excruciating 
waves of pain through my body to join the pleasure 
like two halves of a magnet slamming together. Oh, how 
I loved the delicious agony which overwhelmed me! It 
was as if the coupling of two elemental forces was 
tearing my eager body apart. How willingly I writhed 
on the bed, knowingly increasing the ecstasy which 
tormented my nipples, sending white-hot pain to 
compete and blend with the searing joy coursing 
upwards from my pussy and arse! And how I worshipped 
my cruel lover for his kindness in binding me so 
carefully! For a while I was conscious of him, sitting 
on the edge of the bed and taking his pleasure in the 
lovely sight of a bound girl wriggling in helpless 
orgasm. I wished I were free to stammer out my thanks, 
and beg him to tighten my bonds yet further and make 
the clamps bite even more fiercely into my loving 
breasts. And then I heard the door close, and he was 
gone, leaving me alone to float endlessly in a heaven 
of joy. 

I have no idea at all how long it lasted. Time had no 
meaning anymore. All I knew was the two dildos 
churning away in my cunt and arse, constantly flooding 
through me an intense pleasure illuminated by 
lightning flashes of exquisite agony from my breasts. 
I could see nothing and the gag in my mouth forced me 
to breathe slowly and evenly: I swallowed my 
accumulating saliva carefully at intervals, terrified 
of what might happen if I started to choke. My hands 
were tied high up on my back and my elbows and knees 
were securely fastened together; the only control I 
had over my sensations was the ability to decide, 
through slight movements of my chest muscles, the 
intensity of the pain delivered by the darling little 
sticks embracing my nipples. Its dazzling contrast 
with the waves of pleasure flooding from my pussy and 
bottom thrilled me more than anything I had 
experienced during my brief sexual career. I learnt to 
bring the pain to the height of beauty as each orgasm 
built, and soon I was floating on a tide of ecstasy. 

Where was David? Would he, as he had threatened - 
promised, bring back a man - men, if I was lucky, to 
fuck me as I lay there in my blind helplessness? Oh, 
and not just to fuck me, but to whip and cane me 
endlessly? Had he perhaps left the door open so that 
anyone passing by could enter the room, enter _me_, 
any way he wished? Would he, as he had hinted, bring a 
girl back with him to pleasure him as I was used? Used 
- oh, that was a lovely word! I wanted so much to be 
used. Insofar as the constant flood of orgasm left me 
any mind of my own, I began to dream of the delights 
of total submission. I saw myself completely naked at 
a party like the one I had attended after dear 
Megumi's wedding, bound helpless and willing, all 
three of my holes ruthlessly penetrated, my flesh 
exquisitely tormented with whips and clamps ... 

Suddenly I heard the door slam. My fantasy was about 
to become real! 

David's light voice was inviting someone into the 
room, explaining in his fluent Japanese that what he 
saw on the bed was his to use exactly as he wanted. A 
deep grunt responded briefly. I couldn't tell whether 
David had a girl of his own: if she was there, she 
made no sound that reached me. David was urging 
someone to unplug my three holes and use them as he 
wished. I felt first my cunt and then my arse deprived 
of the lovely vibrators which had pleasured me for so 
long. As soon as the gag was removed and I could speak 
after a fashion, I implored my new Master to take me. 

His hands explored my eager body roughly, and I felt 
rather than heard his grunt of surprise as he 
discovered the clamps adorning my breasts. 

"Yes," I heard David say, "she loves those. If she 
kept still she would feel nothing. But look how she 
tenses her muscles to make the clamps bite. She adores 
pain - even more than pleasure, I think." 

That's not fair! I thought. I love them both! It's 
just that without my dildos the clamps are the only 
source of pleasure I have left! I mean, the only 
source of pain, of course ... 

The man's fingers were dabbling in my soaking cunt, 
while his thumb pressed hard against the entry to my 
anus. I couldn't complain of being deprived of 
pleasure now! Free at last to breathe as I liked, I 
took a great gulp of air, the expansion of my chest 
causing the wooden clamps to squeeze my nipples till I 
honestly feared they would be torn right off. I let 
out a vast sigh of contentment and the delicious pain 
eased. 

Since that evening I have become a connoisseur of 
clamps and the joy they can give, but I have never 
known anything quite as beautiful as David's little 
home-made device. The trouble is that even the most 
agonisingly tight clamp loses its savour after a while 
as sensation begins to leave the pinched flesh. But I 
could control David's little sticks myself, with 
simple movements which were a natural part of 
love-making. When the agony began to fade I could 
release the pressure, enjoying the warm feeling of 
pain ebbing and blood returning - and then take my own 
breath away by suddenly increasing the torment to the 
maximum. 

My new lover - David's present to me - was testing my 
ropes and finding them firm enough, and me helpless 
enough, for his purpose. He pushed my knees even more 
tightly under me, so that my bottom stood up as high 
as it possibly could. I felt him lean across me and, 
unable to see what he was doing, heard what I guessed 
was the lashes of the cat-o'-nine-tails being dragged 
slowly across the sheet. I braced myself for what was 
about to happen. This man had no concern for me as a 
person. Surely he would whip me far more cruelly than 
David had been able to bring himself to do? 

He teased me for a while, seeming to raise the lashes 
high above me then letting them fall slowly, tickling 
my bottom, thighs and back with tormenting delicacy. 
Then suddenly, without warning, they bit into my 
yearning flesh! It was as if the night sky had 
suddenly exploded in front of me, the black pain 
illuminated by stars and suns of unimaginable beauty. 
Again and again the glory was repeated - never the 
same twice, as the lashes leapt and danced over the 
delicate skin of my bottom. I could just hear myself 
screaming with joy, begging him not to stop. I needed 
no plan to work the wooden clamps: every gasp of 
happiness made them add their contribution to the 
floods of delight overwhelming me. 

At last, despite my protests, the wonder stopped. I 
know now that my lover was being considerate: letting 
me come down from the heights of bliss so that I could 
savour the exquisite pain of the new experience he was 
about to grant me. It too would turn to intense 
pleasure soon enough, but he knew I would enjoy it the 
more if I had felt it first as pain. He shifted again 
on the bed. 

I heard rather than felt the thin cane hum through the 
air, cutting through it as milliseconds later it would 
cut into my firm flesh. A line of white fire was 
written onto my bottom. Everything seemed to happen in 
slow motion; I could feel the pain make its leisurely 
inscription, then spread through my helpless body to 
meet the agony from my breasts and the ecstasy from my 
cunt which flooded eagerly to join it. As I have tried 
to explain, the fact that I was no longer in the state 
of bliss engendered by the prolonged whipping with the 
cat meant that I could feel the pain as true pain, not 
just as a stimulus to pleasure. That would come, of 
course, but there was no hurry! Again and again the 
sharp, narrow cane sizzled through the air onto my 
skin, writing line after line of fire. I do not think 
I have ever since experienced such total subjection to 
such bliss. I was no longer watching the glories of 
the night sky - I was floating off the bed - joining 
them - becoming part of them ... My wonderful lover 
was still caning me with all his strength when I lost 
my last contact with reality and was swept into dreams 
of such beauty that it still makes me wet even to 
think of them. 


[Next in Part 11: Chapter XI: New Experiences] 

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