ALL I EVER WANTED 19

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

CHAPTER XIX

Restructuring

"When this is all over," said Mr Otani one evening 
when the two of us were alone in bed together, "and 
the company is back on its feet again, don't you think 
it would be a good idea if you and I got married?" 

For a moment I was too astonished to say anything. 
Then, "Of course!" I cried. 

He took me in his arms and kissed me. 

"But before I say yes ..." I said. 

"You just did," he reminded me. 

"Yes, I know, but you took me by surprise." 

"That was the idea." 

"Yes," I said, recalling Matsumoto-san's advice from 
long ago, "but I want to ask you something first. 
Promise to tell the truth. Are you sure you have only 
one child?" 

"Yes. Pretty sure." 

"And you really want another one?" 

"You mean," Mr Otani said uneasily, pulling away from 
me a little, "you might want to have a child yourself? 
If we get married, I mean?" 

"What do you mean, 'if'?" I asked indignantly. "You 
just asked me, and I said 'yes'!" Then I took pity on 
him. "No, of course I don't want children. I want to 
go on with my career, and come home every night to be 
fucked by you - and other things. I just meant, isn't 
Sammy enough of a handful for you already, without 
having to put up with me too?" 

"Different sort of handful," he said indistinctly as 
he showed me what he meant. 

Later he asked: "Where would you like to go for a 
honeymoon?" 

"Oh - I don't know - a desert island. Somewhere with 
palm-trees, blue sea, and no clothes." 

"I'll start searching the atlas at once." 

The next night I asked: "Have you found our desert 
island?" 

He looked at me guiltily. 

"Honestly, Megumi darling, I've been so busy ..." 

"Never mind. But I've decided one thing. I know what I 
want for a wedding-present." 

"Sure. Whatever you like." 

"It's something you and Mr Nagao promised me a year 
ago almost. Something I know he at least very much 
wanted me to have." 

"I'm sorry, I ... so much has happened recently ... 
you'll have to remind me." 

"I want," I said firmly, "to have my nipples pierced 
and fitted with pretty gold rings. I want you to do it 
to me. And I want it done on camera." 

"Oh, Megumi ..." he said, "darling ..." 

He was so worn out that he fell asleep at once in my 
arms. 

The following afternoon we were all - actors, 
technicians, office staff - called to the studio. Rows 
of chairs had been arranged in Studio One, the smaller 
of our two main studios, and Mr Otani, with only Mr 
Niijima for support, was to address us all. In a 
Japanese company it would be normal for the Chairman 
to inform only Division Heads of important decisions, 
allowing them to pass the information on and down as 
they thought right. But Mr Otani's American ways meant 
everyone in the company should hear the news direct 
from him. I could see how little Mr Niijima approved 
of this alien practice. 

"I know this has been a difficult time for you all," 
he began, "and I am grateful to you for the confidence 
and understanding you have shown while we have been 
working to rescue the company from the consequences of 
Mr Nagao's illness." 

As I told you, I am not a businesswoman but the deal 
that had been worked out was, so far as I understood 
it, as follows. Mr Otani would transfer a lot of 
capital from his own company into ours. He would 
become Chairman in place of Mr Nagao, who would move 
up to be President. 

"The objective is not to cut back operations or find 
economies," he continued. "On the contrary, I want to 
expand the company's activities. Marucho products are 
beginning to sell very well in the United States. We 
must exploit that market position. We have an 
important asset in the full-length movie we have been 
making here and in San Francisco. It is almost ready 
for release. I am planning a major launch for it in 
California as well as in Japan." 

There was a rustle of excitement. Torao-san, the head 
cameraman, was also Chairman of the company union. 
From his expression, I guessed he was already in the 
know and had promised the workforce's co-operation. No 
doubt that was one of the many lengthy tasks Mr Otani 
had taken on during the past few days. 

"I want to tell you something else," he said. "One of 
Marucho's biggest assets is its star, Megumi Kato." I 
blushed modestly and looked down. "She is certainly 
going to remain with the company. In fact, to make 
sure of that - and for other reasons too, of course - 
I am going to marry her." 

Show-business people are a sentimental breed, and any 
doubts his audience might have had felt about their 
and the company's future were swept aside in an orgy 
of kissing and excited congratulations. 

We were determined to get married as soon as we could. 
The piercing of the holes in my breasts, and the 
fitting of the rings, would take time - or to be more 
precise my recovery from the operation could not be 
rushed. Obviously I had to be fully restored, and 
ready for every kind of sex, by the time of the 
honeymoon. After several wasted office script 
conferences, we decided there was no point in trying 
to construct a plot in a hurry round the operation. A 
scene in which Megumi Kato subjected herself willingly 
to such treatment would be a most valuable property: 
my fans would love it, but of course it could be done 
only once. It made no sense to waste something so 
uniquely beautiful in a rush job. Torao-san 
recommended that we just filmed the scenes, kept them 
in stock and decided how to build a major movie round 
them later. I was amused to think of one of my most 
spectacular appearances ending up, even temporarily, 
in Torao-san's famous collection of odds and ends, 
mixed up with shots of my and my colleagues' cunts 
which had never made it into sex videos released long 
ago. 

The first step was to film me excitedly choosing the 
rings which were to be welded for ever into my flesh. 
The studio persuaded a famous jewellery shop in the 
Ginza to allow some location shots: the Manager was 
impressed to hear that they were intended for a movie 
to be released in the United States as well as Japan. 
Matsumoto-san dressed me in a costume that was both 
sexy and demure: short, of course, but somehow 
fluttery and virginal as well, with little lace gloves 
and a hat; and one sunny autumn afternoon I was filmed 
going up the store's imposing front steps on Mr 
Otani's arm. The shots inside the store were staged at 
a time when it was officially closed for business, and 
showed an excited me with a respectful shop assistant 
going through racks of rings till at last I selected a 
pair of thin gold ones inlaid with little diamond 
chips which ought to feel wonderful sliding and 
twisting through the holes in my breasts - once I had 
had them cut. 

Of course the operation would be performed on camera, 
but as I have said there just wasn't the time to plan 
a complete video around it. So we had to take 
decisions on how to plan the scene so that the result 
would fit later into a proper story. And that in turn 
meant deciding whether to cut both breasts at once or 
in two separate scenes. With the wedding getting ever 
closer, I would in reality have both holes cut at the 
same time, but it would offer more scope for 
creativity if we used two different settings. But what 
should they be? There were moments when I wished I had 
never asked for such a complicated wedding-present! 

At last everything was sorted out and I arrived at the 
studio in good time one morning for the piercing 
operation. Matsumoto-san dressed me in a sober little 
business suit with the skirt down to my knees: we 
assumed that the story, when finally written, would 
centre on a sexually inexperienced little girl who 
went to a doctor's office to consult him about 
something ordinary but was drawn into revealing - to 
herself as well as to him - her secret, perverted 
desires. The medical office had been set up in Studio 
One: with minor variations it appeared in many of 
Marucho's videos. Mr Otani played the doctor, of 
course, with a beautifully sinister style. I admit I 
was quite afraid of him as the scene progressed! 
Midori and Noriko played the nurses. 

The outline we had agreed on was that, after a series 
of innocent exchanges across the doctor's desk about 
my medical and sexual history, Mr Otani would invite 
me to sit in a big, complicated chair made of leather 
and stainless steel. Under pretence of examining me, 
and with the nurses supporting me, he would in fact 
manage to tie me securely to the chair with my legs 
wide open. There would of course have to be linking 
scenes edited in later to explain how all this 
happened. 

Once I was helplessly bound to the heavy chair, Mr 
Otani took a pair of surgical scissors and carefully 
cut off my clothes while leaving the ropes intact. He 
ripped my tights apart at the crotch. Midori and 
Noriko were out of their uniforms by now, wearing only 
nurse's shoes and caps with white g-string panties: 
later on Mr Otani would have to make a scene in which 
he had the fun of undressing them and playing with 
their bodies while I, the patient, was forced to 
watch, horrified at first but then with growing sexual 
excitement. The three of them stimulated me with a 
series of vibrators and dildos: this would not only be 
exciting to watch, but was also necessary in providing 
me with a source of pleasure to balance the pain of 
the piercing. 

At last Mr Otani prepared to make the first hole. He 
stimulated my right nipple till it stood out as 
proudly and firmly as it could, then held it tightly 
in the jaws of a sort of pair of pincers passed to him 
by one of the nurses (and carefully sterilised 
off-camera by the company's regular doctor, present in 
case anything went wrong and real professional care 
were required). The main difference from a normal pair 
of pincers was that there was a hole on either side of 
the jaws. Through these holes, and my firm, excited 
nipple, Mr Otani began to push a needle. 

I was so aroused by what was being done to my pussy 
that I had almost forgotten the planned climax of the 
scene. The pain of the needle was unexpectedly 
intense: I screamed and writhed realistically, but 
helplessly, in my bonds. One nurse soothed and 
comforted me while the other attended to my need for 
even greater sexual stimulation. The point of the 
needle was sharp, of course, but its body was thick 
and grooved, designed so that it could be twisted to 
and fro as it passed through me, carving out a hole 
big enough to accommodate the ring with ease. Soon my 
usual delight in the combination of pain and pleasure 
asserted itself, and my screams were of imminent 
sexual climax. The wonderfully teasing needle seemed 
to take for ever to pass through me. When Mr Otani had 
demonstrated during the planning stage, I had seen how 
a sleeper, a thin gold bar with a stop at one end 
which would hold the hole open while my nipple healed, 
was screwed to the end. At last the sleeper was fully 
in place. Mr Otani unscrewed the needle, and deftly 
inserted the other stop into the thread thus revealed: 
the sleeper was now doing its job and could not 
accidentally slip out of the hole. 

Before releasing me from my bonds, Mr Otani as doctor 
removed the dildo from my cunt, and kneeling on the 
carpet in front of me gave me a glorious fuck, the two 
naked nurses holding and petting me while he murmured 
his congratulations on my bravery in withstanding the 
operation. At last I was free, and led away by the 
nurses - our arms round each other's naked bodies as 
the doctor returned to the paperwork on his desk. 

Then we were all back on set for another hour doing 
reaction shots and close-ups under Torao-san's careful 
supervision. Of course we could not repeat the cutting 
of the hole - if the technicians had not recorded that 
satisfactorily it was past praying for - but Mr Otani 
removed the lower end of the sleeper and screwed the 
needle back into the thread, twisting the body of the 
instrument gently in its hole for the cameras. Even in 
the tender state of my nipple I began to have an 
inkling of the pleasure the movement of the ring in 
its hole would one day give me. At last the experts 
were satisfied and we took a short break before 
proceeding to the cutting of the second hole. 

After a lot of discussion we had decided that this 
should be quite different from the first scene. It was 
to be a sort of dream sequence, set in the 
torture-chamber - another set which featured often in 
Marucho's products. How this would be fitted into the 
eventual story, and how it could be explained that a 
dream could lead to the actual piercing of my left 
breast, were problems to be left to the 
script-writers. We moved into the larger studio, 
Studio Two, which had been set up for us. This time 
Midori and Noriko were dressed as sexy she-devils in 
identical dominatrix outfits, Midori in green and 
Noriko in hot pink. Tight shiny corsets in plastic 
material pinched their waists but left their breasts 
and arses uncovered; they were matched with long 
skin-tight gloves and high spike-heeled boots. Each 
girl was fitted with a long flexible tail like devils 
are supposed to have, a sort of ridged handle at one 
end plugged firmly into her anus. Midori and Noriko 
had great fun swishing their tails sexily by 
contracting and wriggling their arse muscles![10] 
Since I was supposed to be dreaming, I wore a little 
transparent nightdress - and had been persuaded for 
once to appear barefoot, appropriately for a girl 
supposedly in bed, despite my conviction that not 
wearing heels made my legs look short and plump. 

The two girls were carrying whips in matching colours, 
of course, and sexily flicked their tails and cracked 
their whips as with their spare hands they dragged me, 
feebly protesting, into the torture-chamber. They soon 
had me chained by the wrists to a hook which dangled 
from the ceiling. With my arms pulled high above my 
head, the shortie nightdress I was wearing rode up to 
my waist, leaving my arse and thighs bare to the 
attentions of their whips; but after a while they 
ripped the transparent garment off me anyway. As I 
hung there naked, agonisingly stretched between the 
metal hook and the tips of my bare toes which just 
touched the floor, they set to work in earnest. I 
twisted and danced under their beautiful knotted 
whips, begging my tormentors at first to stop and 
then, as pleasure mounted in me, not to stop, the 
lights shining on me and the cameras sliding 
lasciviously over me, occasionally treating the 
audience to a view of my right breast pierced by the 
golden sleeper, contrasting it with the still 
unpenetrated left one. 

Just as I was convinced that just one more delicious 
stroke from the whips would tip me helplessly over the 
brink into endless orgasm, Mr Otani entered, dressed 
all in black with a long black cloak, as a sort of 
all-purpose devil in the sexual dream I was supposed 
to be having. Midori and Noriko stopped whipping me as 
soon as they saw him, and stood to attention on either 
side of me swishing their tails. 

"So, what have we here?" he asked. 

"A young lady who was lying in bed having a fantasy of 
being whipped," explained Midori. 

"So we thought we'd bring her down here and let her 
enjoy it for real," added Noriko. 

"Very good!" said their master. "Continue." 

So, as Mr Otani watched, the two girls whipped me 
again. The interruption had brought me down from the 
height of near-orgasm I had been experiencing, and it 
was a while till I reached it again. Just as I did, Mr 
Otani ordered them to stop once more, despite my 
anguished pleas that the ecstasy should continue. He 
walked over and stood close to me as I dangled from 
the hook above my head. 

"Did you enjoy that, little one?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" I said, "it was wonderful! Why did you 
make them stop?" 

"You are forbidden to reach sexual climax until I give 
you permission. From now on your orgasms are a gift 
from me and me only. You have lost the power to 
control them yourself. You are my property - my slave. 
Do you understand?" 

"Yes, master. I am your slave - now and for ever. But 
..." 

"But ...?" he asked fiercely. 

"_Please_ hurt me more! Whip me again! Torture your 
slave into endless ecstasy!" 

"Is it torment that you seek in my realm?" 

"Yes, master. The greater the torment, the greater the 
ecstasy. I know that now. I am your willing slave!" 

He made no reply, and examined my body more closely. 
With his gloved fingers he flicked my right nipple. 

"You have had one breast pierced but not the other. 
Why is that?" 

"I am waiting for my lover to choose the time," I 
said. 

"That is a good answer. I am your lover now, and the 
time has come." He turned away from me. "Bring her 
over here!" he commanded. 

The girls quickly untied me from the ceiling hook and 
pulled me to where a horizontal bar was hanging, just 
at the right height for my arms to be chained to it. 
Mr Otani looked at me approvingly as I stood 
helplessly naked before him. He stripped off his heavy 
black gloves. 

"Are you ready and prepared for it?" he asked. 

"Oh, yes!" I replied. "Please pierce me." 

While Midori stood ready to support me, Noriko brought 
him the implements on a tray. Again I felt the 
agonising sweetness of the needle entering my willing 
flesh, its rifled shaft carving its way through me. 
The delicious pain brought my long-denied orgasm 
irresistibly close, and as his fingers unscrewed the 
needle from the sleeper, and fixed it into place with 
the little end-piece, I was groaning and gasping with 
pleasure, my cunt spilling its thick nectar down my 
thighs. 

"Put her back in her bed, and let her awake from her 
dream," he commanded. "She knows the truth about 
herself now. She will be back for more." 

That concluded the scene. We did the usual close-ups, 
and then the studio doctor checked my holes and the 
position of the sleepers. 

"A very professional job, if I may say so, sir," he 
said. "The holes are nicely centred and should heal 
well. Anyone would think you had been doing this for 
years." 

"Well, I have been practising," said Mr Otani. 

"On how many girls?" I asked, teasing him. 

"Oh, just in the kitchen. I started with sausages, and 
then worked up to _umeboshi_. I got quite good at 
them." 

"What?" I exclaimed as Midori and Noriko collapsed 
into giggles. "You mean ..." The thought of comparing 
my lovely, firm nipples with wrinkled, sour pickled 
plums so outraged me that I burst into tears. "I 
_hate_ you!" 


FOOTNOTE

[10] Of course I immediately had a costume like that 
made for myself to wear at parties. I love wearing it 
and keep the tail firmly in place, flicking it to and 
fro, even while I'm fucking - it's incredibly 
arousing, for me _and_ for my lovers! 


[Next in Part 20: Chapter XX: Wedding Preparations] 


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