UNFINISHED AFFAIRS 11

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 04: UNFINISHED AFFAIRS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, CHIYOKO, HANAKO, SAMMY, HIROKO, 
NATSUKO, SACHI, MAKI, YUKI AND AYAKO

PART 11

CHAPTER XI 

The Apprentice Stripper

     Maki is a girl I look back on with great 
     affection. It's lovely to have known a girl with 
     a real vocation for the sex industry, and to feel 
     that I helped her get her start. In the days when 
     we were together, she was very popular with my 
     friends and was often invited to parties. This is 
     a sort of reminiscence of those early days. 

"Oh, yes! Please!" said Maki. "Harder! Oh, _please_!" 

She was leaning forward over the bed, her legs 
straight and slightly apart in their high heels, her 
firm round bottom the highest part of her nude body. I 
adored Maki's bottom and had been proving it by 
kissing and stroking it, my tongue trying to explore 
her tiny arsehole. Now, for variety, I was spanking it 
with my bare hands. 

"More! More!" she was begging ecstatically. 

As I spanked her harder, she let out delightful 
squeals and gurgles, half pleasure and half pain. Her 
little bells tinkled prettily. 

When Maki was very young she had her ears pierced. 
Like so many Japanese girls she started taking an 
interest in looking pretty long before she fully 
understood what she wanted to look pretty for. Lots of 
her friends were having their ears pierced, and 
spending their pocket-money on decorating themselves 
with the long dangling "shoulder-duster" ear-rings 
which were fashionable then, and Maki's mother agreed 
readily enough to let her have the simple operation. 
Then, when her breasts had grown - not fully, but 
enough to attract male interest - and she had begun to 
enjoy stroking these sensitive new toys in bed, she 
heard about how girls often had their nipples pierced 
and fitted with pretty silver rings. Maki and her 
friends talked about it secretly and wondered how much 
it hurt, what it cost and whether, as the magazines 
aimed at pubescent girls claimed, it made the breasts 
delightfully sensitive and kept the nipples 
permanently aroused and erect. They were anyway sure 
it would please the boys with whom they were now 
enjoying after-school petting sessions. Two of the 
more adventurous girls in Maki's class went secretly 
to a body-piercing studio and had it done. They 
allowed their closest friends to see the pretty result 
and to play with their rings. They confided in 
whispers that they had not been able to afford the 
extra money for the anaesthetic, but had decided to go 
ahead anyway: after the first shock the pain had in 
fact been rather thrilling. 

Maki could afford to have the piercings done. She had 
already started earning a little extra pocket-money by 
posing for a studio which specialised in nude shots of 
provocatively innocent underage girls. Their 
talent-scouts hung around the plaza outside Shibuya 
Station, and Maki's pretty figure and slim legs soon 
attracted their attention. The studio had agreed 
nipple-rings would enhance her attractions - but 
declined to put up the money for the operation. They 
no doubt realised she was determined to have it done 
anyway: as I knew very well, when Maki gets a sexy 
idea in her head nothing can stop her putting it into 
effect. 

Her worry was that she did not think her mother would 
agree. At last she and her closest friend decided to 
go and have the operation done regardless. She was 
able to hide the result at home for a while, but then 
her mother happened to see the rings when Maki was in 
the bath. She was not pleased; but Maki argued that 
all the girls of her age had their breasts pierced, 
and that her mother had agreed to her having her ears 
pierced and what was the difference? 

Her mother was angry for a while, mainly because she 
thought it would spoil Maki's chances of one day 
attracting a suitable husband. Maki was too young to 
bother about that - and in any case, as she said 
frequently to me, how could she possibly be interested 
in a man who _didn't_ like to see his girl's body 
sexily decorated? For her part she loved being looked 
at lustfully by men: it made her tingle all over so 
delightfully. 

I asked if she had paid extra for the anaesthetic. She 
confided with many sexy wriggles that no, she hadn't, 
and yes, the sharp pain _was_ rather a thrill. From 
then on, when she played with herself in bed, she 
helped herself to come by remembering it, and 
imagining other sources of pain. As you can imagine, I 
was very fond of Maki and enjoyed helping her create 
fantasies, especially ones involving pain as a source 
of sexual pleasure, and then turn them into reality - 
making full use of my growing collection of whips and 
other sex toys. 

And it was true that the boys loved Maki's pierced 
breasts. They constantly begged to be allowed to play 
with them, twisting the pretty rings round and round 
through their holes. Maki was flattered by their 
attentions, and soon learned the techniques of 
_paizuri_, as the Japanese call it, breasturbation in 
English (or tit-wank if you prefer the more vulgar 
word). She loved imprisoning the boys' cocks between 
her breasts, and feeling the hot sperm burst 
helplessly over her growing beauties. She does it to 
me, too, and says she loves the smell of the cum, and 
the taste as she plays with it and then licks her 
fingers. Like many young Japanese girls, she believes 
that rubbing cum daily into her breasts will make them 
grow big and firm. This idea, like so many fashions 
among pubescent girls in Japan, seems to have appeared 
suddenly from nowhere; and has spread widely through 
the articles in the magazines they all read. True or 
not, I make sure all the young girls I fuck know about 
it, believe it, and pass the tip on to their friends. 

"Are they getting bigger? They _are_, aren't they? 
Tell me they are!" Maki begs me, and I make a big 
performance of getting out the tape measure and taking 
my time over adjusting it exactly over the silky skin 
of her firm breasts before - sometimes - admitting 
that they have grown by half a millimetre or so. Of 
course if they _have_ grown, that proves the method is 
working and must be continued with; if not, it shows 
she must try harder and perhaps double the daily dose. 
Either way, I wouldn't dream of telling Maki 
otherwise. 

Personally I prefer firmness to size. Japanese girls' 
natural breasts may not be big by Western standards, 
but they are adorable toys to play with, tickling or 
pinching them as you prefer, amid squeals of happy 
laughter. So much nicer than the sagging mounds of 
flesh fashionable in the West. Maybe Maki's system 
will make it possible to have the best of both worlds. 
I am delighted to co-operate in the experiment, 
following her instructions to come over her breasts 
directly - or in her mouth so that she may with pretty 
sluttishness dribble the cum all over them. 

Soon after I had become one of Maki's stable of 
regular lovers, she told me she was dreaming of having 
another piercing done: this time in her navel. So what 
could I do? Of course I agreed to pay for it, on 
condition that I was allowed to watch it done. I found 
the process almost as arousing as she did; and I can 
still remember the look of respect on the face of the 
piercing expert when she refused any anaesthetic and 
assured him she would enjoy the pain. 

"You are a very lucky man," he said to me 
confidentially as I was paying the bill while Maki was 
cleaning up. 

"I know I am," I said. 

"How old is she really? Don't tell me if you'd rather 
not." 

We had signed papers certifying that she was over 
eighteen, of course. 

"Sixteen," I admitted. 

"Very nice," he said. "I see lots of girls here, you 
know, all dreaming of an active sex-life, but I don't 
often see one as talented as she is." 

There was nothing prurient in what he said: he was 
simply an expert who had seen a lot of beauty and 
enjoyed his work decorating and enhancing it. 

"What is she planning to do when she leaves school?" 

"She wants to _start_ by getting a job as a 
stripper," I confided. I didn't need to explain what 
career she was planning to start in that way. "In 
fact, she wants to do that now - doesn't see the need 
to wait. But I think she's still a bit young for it." 

"Oh, not at all. She's ready." He handed me a card. 
"Let me know if I can help with introductions." 

"That's very kind of you." 

As a long-term resident of Tokyo, and a man with 
normal healthy interests, I had already found my way 
to the sex-clubs and nude shows where the prettiest 
and most enthusiastic girls worked. Indeed as a 
journalist specialising in writing about the Japanese 
sex industry I had access to many establishments not 
normally open to _gaijin_, and had good contacts of my 
own. I didn't like to tell him that, though: it would 
have seemed like showing off. 

"No trouble. Lots of the girls I see here are keen to 
get into the business, and the least I can do for them 
is help them get their start. There's plenty of room 
for pretty young ones like her in the sex industry." 

The silver decoration we had chosen for Maki covered 
her little navel completely, and was fixed in the 
usual way by a silver hook passing through the upper 
part of her dimple and ending in a little stud 
emerging just above it. There was a tiny hook at the 
base of the decoration from which other jewellery 
could hang. As she now leant over the bed squealing 
with joy while I spanked her, all five of her 
piercings were supporting delicate chains terminating 
in little silver bells: one from each ear, three from 
each nipple and two from her navel stud. Their 
tinkling blended delightfully with her gasps and 
screams of pleasure. 

I stopped spanking her for a moment and began to kiss 
the charmingly pink skin of her bottom. Then I asked 
if she wanted more. Of course she said yes. 

"Which would you like?" I asked. 

I had carefully placed a black cat-o'-nine-tails, its 
long lashes cruelly knotted, and a slender cane 
sheathed in leather, on the bed where she could see 
them - and look forward to them. 

"Both!" she said - of course. 

"Greedy!" 

"The cat first," she said firmly, "and then the cane. 
And after that, I promise to make you come all over my 
breasts. You like that, don't you?" 

"I like it. If you make it last." 

"I'll make it last." 

I picked up the cat slowly. I let its lashes slide 
sensuously over the sheet as her eyes followed it 
lovingly, then shook them out with a sexy rustling 
sound. I took up position while she braced herself for 
the first shock of pain. The lashes whistled through 
the air, then decorated her bottom and upper thighs 
before falling again. She let out a strangled gasp. I 
raised my arm and gave her another stroke with all my 
strength. And again. The hard knots decorated her skin 
prettily. For her they were like silver stars bursting 
into the heaven of her pleasure. I knew that because 
she had told me. Maki could be very poetic sometimes. 

"Oh! You're hurting me! Please don't hurt me! It hurts 
so much. Oh _yes_, hurt me more! I'm coming! Oh, stop! 
No, don't stop! I'm coming, I'm coming! Hurt me more! 
Whip me harder! Harder! Oh, stop, stop - you're 
hurting me! Yes, yes! More! Hurt me! It's _wonderful_! 
Ohhh!" 

I have recordings of Maki begging for the pain she 
loves so much, her squeals blending with the sexy 
swishing of the long lashes. I do love whipping Maki. 
Of all the sexy little Japanese masochists I know, she 
is the most enthusiastic. And to think it all began 
with the prick of a body-piercer's needle! 

After about fifty strokes Maki had passed through the 
stages of pain, pleasure, initial orgasm and ecstatic 
floating in a world to which only she had the key. I 
was beginning to need the promised relief between her 
breasts. I dropped the cat, and without breaking the 
rhythm of my whipping switched to the cane. The 
flexible twig of birch in its slender leather sheath 
sizzled through the air before inscribing a dozen or 
more lines of fire on her bottom. She was screaming at 
full voice now and begging for mercy: others might 
have thought she was in real pain and truly wanted me 
to stop, but I knew her better. At last her legs gave 
way and she collapsed onto the bed, sobbing and 
gasping. 

It was several minutes before she recovered. 

"Ooh, that was wonderful!" she said. "Oh, thank you! 
No one whips me better than you do." 

She rolled over and tried to sit on the edge of the 
bed facing me; but at first the rough sheet stimulated 
her glowing, tingling bottom more than she expected. 
After wriggling experimentally she arranged herself as 
she liked, and reached out for my erection. Before she 
could begin, I unhooked the chains and bells from her 
nipples and handed them to her. She added them to the 
little cluster hanging from her navel decoration, then 
wriggled her stomach muscles so as to set them all 
ringing. If I hadn't been fully aroused already the 
sexy effect would have made me want her immediately. 

She began by stroking my cock with both hands, then 
knelt on the carpet and took me for a while deep into 
her mouth. Then at last she rose on her knees and 
arranged her breasts on either side of my cock, 
squeezing them together and masturbating me slowly, 
maddeningly. Her hard nipples, pushed forward by the 
rings which kept them permanently erected, pressed 
against my stomach. I seized her by the shoulders, 
squeezing her onto me. She looked up with a happy 
smile. One hand was now tickling my balls with the 
pointed tips of her fingernails. 

"Nice?" 

"You know it's nice. Oh, God! You're making me come." 

She smiled teasingly and stopped masturbating me, 
refusing to let me come - yet. 

Several times she brought me to the brink, then denied 
me relief. She was wonderful. Normally I prefer to 
come in a girl's cunt, mouth or arse, and I expect you 
do too, but in her expertise with her breasts Maki had 
almost invented a fourth hole - or at least a channel 
in which my cock delighted to lie, coming at her will. 
Do try it with your girls, if you haven't already. 

At last she took mercy on me, stroking me with her 
hands before bringing me to climax all over her 
breasts. When I at last pulled away from her, she 
leant back against the bed, panting with pleasure and 
dabbling her fingers in my cum. I collapsed to the 
floor and sat beside her. 

"Lovely," I said. "Really lovely." 

"I'm glad." She looked at me with a smile, licked her 
sticky fingers, and said, "Whip me again?" 

"Not now," I said. "We must get ready for the party." 

"Yes!" she said, scrambling quickly to her feet. "What 
time is it?" 

I told her. 

"What are you thinking of wearing?" I asked. 

"Wouldn't it be fun to wear nothing? After all, 
whatever I wear it won't stay on for long." 

"Yes, but men like to see a girl wearing _something_ 
- and then help her take it off." 

"All right, if you say so. I thought, maybe my 
favourite silver outfit." 

"Have I seen it on you yet?" 

"No. It will be the first time. For you and your 
friends." 

"With matching high heels ..." 

"Yes, of course." 

"... and a little silver g-string." 

"Do I have to? It feels much nicer wearing nothing 
underneath. And _knowing_ I'm wearing nothing." 

"I don't insist. It's lovely to see a girl take off 
her dress and show that she's been nude underneath all 
the time." 

"And it's so nice when a man puts his fingers gently 
up my skirt and finds I'm wet and ready for him." 

"Mm'mm. But it's also nice to have two goes at 
undressing a girl. You know, help her peel off her 
dress, and still have a little g-string to take off 
next. Someone said he loved the way you always asked 3
... what is it you say?" 

"Oh ... when I'm in only my g-string I like to pretend 
I can't undo the bows, and say to the man, 'please - 
please make me nude! I want to be nude for you ... oh, 
_so_ much!'" 

"Yes! You must do that when you're a professional 
stripper," I said. "Let's practise!" 

Maki hunted in the drawers where we kept her party 
clothes and ran off to the bathroom. She returned with 
her breasts washed clean of my cum and with her little 
bells hanging from her nipple-rings again. There was 
just a little silver triangle tied in place over her 
pussy, and she was wearing silver shoes with long 
laces bound several times round her ankles and the 
highest heels she could manage. She danced 
provocatively for me, then let my hands caress her and 
wriggled her bottom sweetly against my crotch. 

"Oh, please may I be nude for you? Please will you 
make me nude ...?" she whispered. "Oh, I want _so_ 
much to be nude! For you! Just for you! Take off my 
panties and make me nude! Nude - nude - nude just for 
you! Oh, I want it so much!" 

She didn't have to ask twice. Then she teased me 
wickedly, saying "No, no, you're not to come! Keep 
that for the party!" 

Somehow I managed to obey. 

"I'm longing to be a stripper at a real club!" she 
said. "Standing naked on the stage ... tingling all 
over with excitement." 

"How do you know you'll enjoy it so much?" I asked, 
teasing her. 

"Well, it feels wonderful when I go nude at parties," 
she said seriously, "and being nude at a strip-club 
must be even better." 

"It makes all the men feel good too," I assured her. 
"Being teased by lovely nude girls." 

She giggled delightfully. 

"Just being teased?" she asked flirtatiously. 

"What else did you have in mind?" 

"How would you like to be helpless and tormented?" she 
asked, tickling my balls maddeningly. 

"Er, how tormented?" I asked cautiously. 

Young girls like Maki can have marvellously inventive 
sexual fantasies, and it's fun to help make them come 
real: but I like to know what I am in for first. 

"You know, a whole series of girls taking it in turns 
to strip for you and try to make you come. They can 
touch you any way they like but you're not allowed to 
touch them. And you don't come, even though you know 
the torment won't end until you do." 

"I think I'd like that very much," I said. 

I knew I would because there'd been a time when a team 
of enthusiastic schoolgirls used to do that to me once 
or twice a week. One hour and twenty-three minutes was 
my endurance record. My orgasm after that had been 
spectacular. In a girl's tight little anus, I 
remembered. She had promised her friends she would 
succeed in making me come where they had failed. I 
could still remember how she had gripped my erection 
with her anal muscles, forcing her arsehole down onto 
it, squealing irresistibly with lust. What was her 
name? Sachi, that was it. I wondered who was fucking 
her arse now. Lucky man, whoever he was. 

Maki left me in peace for a while as she rummaged 
through my toy drawer, looking for novelties. There 
was a new pair of nipple-clamps which she played with 
for a moment - then, rather to my disappointment, put 
them aside. 

"What are these?" she asked, holding up a string of 
anal beads I had recently bought. 

I explained. 

"Oh, how lovely! Do you think I could wear them? I've 
never had anything up my arse." 

"You've had my tongue," I corrected her. 

"But that was only a little way." 

"Well, that's not my fault." 

She giggled. 

"But would these help to ... you know ... prepare the 
way, make me a little more open?" 

"There's only one way to find out." 

So she lay on her tummy and sucked the beads, while I 
licked her tiny arsehole: both of us co-operating 
harmoniously, you see, and using the lubricant nature 
has provided for this purpose. Then she reached back 
and handed me the string of beads, dripping with her 
sweet saliva. 

"Put them in, please." 

So I did, one by one, listening out for any cry of 
discomfort - but none came. At last the beads were all 
in where they belonged, and only a little loop of 
thread hung there to betray her secret. She jumped off 
the bed and danced happily round the room. 

"Ohh, they feel gorgeous!" she said. 

I didn't explain that the beads were what are 
technically called duotone balls: thin shells each 
containing a heavy ball-bearing small enough to rattle 
inside at the slightest movement and make the shell 
wriggle sensuously around in her narrow sheath. 
Needing no batteries they are environmentally 
friendly; and a girl can wear them - and the larger 
size designed to fit inside a cunt - as long as she 
wishes. 

"Come back here and let me pull them out," I said. 

Her hands flew protectively to her bottom. 

"I don't want you to do that!" 

"It's supposed to be part of the fun," I explained. 
"Feeling the balls pulled out one by one." 

"I don't care! I love them inside me! I want to wear 
them all the time! Except, of course ..." 

She giggled. 

"Now I must go and dress." 

She vanished into the bedroom. While I waited for her, 
I went over to the computer and occupied myself 
looking through some pictures I had down­loaded. 
Whatever did we do before the internet enriched all 
our lives by making quality pornography universally 
available?[10] 

I suddenly realised Maki had stolen up behind me. 

"Oh, how beautiful she is!" she said, leaning her bare 
arms on my shoulders and her cheek against mine as she 
looked longingly at the naked girl showing herself off 
on the screen. "I want to do that ... and let 
_everybody_ see me do it! She must be _so_ happy! She 
looks happy ..." 

"I'm sure the shots they take of you in that studio 
where you earn your pocket-money are already on the 
net." 

"Oooh, do you think so? D'you think there are men 
everywhere looking at them?" 

"I'm sure there are." 

"And wanting me ... and doing _onani_[11] over me? 
What a waste ... when they could be fucking me!" She 
giggled. "Show me another one!" 

I clicked to the next. It showed a beautiful girl 
helplessly bound to a whipping-frame, on her face a 
charming expression of demure ecstasy. She was nude 
apart from the tight ropes exquisitely decorating her 
body, and the pretty metal pincers tormenting her 
nipples. 

"Oooh! Can't I do that? Won't you _please_ do that to 
me?" 

"Yes - one day." 

"Soon? And take lovely photos of me so everyone can 
see?" 

"Yes." 

I clicked on to the next picture. I knew already that 
it would show a man whipping the girl's stomach and 
thighs with a cat. Her sweet face showed clearly the 
joy she was feeling. There were several photos in the 
set, and I clicked slowly through them all. The last 
two showed the rear view as the man whipped her arse. 

"Oh, please!" said Maki, when she could speak again. 
"I want to be tied up and whipped like that!" 

"If you are very, very good," I said, "I'll take you 
to whipping parties where the men will do that to 
you." 

"Oooh! Really hard? Non-stop? All night long? Oh, 
_please_!" 

"You'll be the star," I explained carefully. "At your 
first party. Sadists love having a new victim to whip, 
and I'll make sure they give you a really good time. 
They'll take it in turns, and hand over to others when 
they need to join the other girls for a rest and a 
fuck. So yes, it will go on non-stop. All night. Do 
you think you are up to that?" 

Maki gasped. I could tell her imagination was racing. 

"Me?" was all she could say. "_Ohhh_!" 

I minimised the picture on the screen. She had 
something new to think about now. It would be good for 
her to wait, her lust for these new delights boiling 
up inside her till she could stand it no longer and 
begged me on her knees to take her, a virgin victim, 
to a joyous night of endless sadistic torment. 

"Do you believe in reincarnation?" she asked suddenly. 

"Well ..." I replied, uncertain what was coming. 

"I've been reading about the Ancient Romans," she 
said. (Maki reading history books? That was something 
new.) "In a _manga_ magazine." (That made more sense.) 
"Did you know they had slaves?" 

"Yes." 

"And the Masters had special pleasure-slaves. You 
know, girls chosen because they were beautiful and 
sexy, and their job was to be nude and fucked in the 
most original and exciting ways whenever their Masters 
wanted them. Or their Masters' guests at parties." 

"Whipped too, I expect," I prompted her. 

"Oooh, _yes_!" she said. "I'm sure they were! The 
lucky, lucky girls!" 

"Helplessly bound," I suggested, "guests invited to 
whip them and fuck them any way they liked ..." 

Maki's eyes were shining with excitement. 

"And I think," she said, "in another life I must have 
been one of those happy slaves." 

"It would explain a lot," I said. 

There was a pause. 

"I want to be your slave now," she said at last in a 
little voice. "Just as I was then. Your sex-slave. 
Yours and your friends'. I am your property. You can 
do absolutely _anything_ you like to me. The more 
extreme and ... er ..." 

"Depraved? Perverted? Kinky?" I suggested. 

"Yes! The more ... er ... _that_, the happier I'll 
be." 

I stood up. 

"Don't worry. We will. Now let me see your dress," I 
said firmly. 

She pirouetted round the room, keeping just out of my 
reach. 

"What do you think?" 

I somehow managed not to say, "You look gorgeous - 
let's fuck," which was the obvious reply, and looked 
her over critically. 

Maki was dressed in a glittering silver costume which 
had been bought for her by one of her lovers. I was 
sure he had been nicely rewarded. She was wearing a 
short sleeveless top, extending to just below her 
breasts. There were holes in the front big enough for 
her breasts with their erect nipples to peep through 
coquettishly, the bells fixed in them swinging and 
tinkling freely. She told me later she had cut and 
hemmed the holes herself. Then, below her flat, smooth 
tummy with the silver decoration shining in her navel, 
came a matching low-slung skirt sculpted tightly over 
her bottom and ending two or three millimetres below 
her crotch. It was impossible to tell from just 
looking if she was wearing any kind of panties 
underneath her skirt. Finding out would be fun, I 
thought. There was a pretty silver chain belt snug 
round her slim waist, hinting at her desire for 
specialist delights. I could already imagine her nude, 
chained tautly to a whipping-frame, her pretty bells 
tinkling as she squirmed and shivered under the 
enchanting torture of the whips. 

"Turn round," I said. 

Carefully, I examined her bare legs. They still showed 
a touch of schoolgirlish plumpness but were long and 
shapely, especially when, as now, stretched 
beautifully taut by the very high silver evening 
sandals she had chosen, their heels forcing her 
permanently onto her highest possible tiptoes. I felt 
very proud of her. It made me very happy to think I 
would be escorting such a delicious sexual treat to 
this evening's party for my friends to enjoy. Not that 
I could claim much credit. I had taught Maki a few 
tricks and had encouraged her uninhibited sexuality; 
but she was a free agent who offered herself for 
public sex and nudity because that was what she chose 
to do and enjoyed more than anything else in all the 
world. 

Standing behind her, I put my hands round her slim 
waist under the chain belt, my thumbs and fingers 
almost meeting. Then I moved my hands down her 
beautifully shaped bottom in its tight silver skin. 
Before I could slide my fingers under the hem and 
reach the goal of her - I was now certain - naked 
pussy, she pulled away from me. 

"Here!" she said, unhooking two of the bells from her 
navel ornament. "Hang them - you know!" 

I knew. I hooked the bells' chains into the little 
loop protruding from her anus, the only sign of the 
hidden string of anal beads filling and delighting her 
arsehole. The effect was charming and sweet, even 
without removing her skirt. 

"Won't they be a bit uncomfortable when you sit 
down?" 

"I don't think," she said with a giggle, "I shall be 
sitting down much at this party. Just kneeling, and - 
you know - squatting." 

"Yes. I think all my friends will want to take turns 
in your clever pussy and mouth." 

"And other things too, I hope. Remember, I'm your 
slave. I exist only to give pleasure. Like the Roman 
slavegirls I've been reading about. You will give me 
to your friends, and then you can all do _anything_ 
you like to me." 

"I'll make sure they all do." 

"D'you think I look nice enough for them?" she asked 
flirtatiously, knowing the answer very well. 

 "You make me come just looking at you," I said. 
"Almost." 

She twirled round the room provocatively. 

"Aren't you jealous?" she asked when she came to a 
halt in my arms, her bottom wriggling against my 
crotch and her nipples nuzzling my hands. 

"What is there to be jealous about?" 

"You know, having to watch while I fuck so many men." 

"Don't be silly. I take this wonderful little sex-bomb 
to parties and give her to my friends to fuck; she 
fucks them non-stop all evening every way they want; 
she then comes home with me and fucks me to exhaustion 
the rest of the night. I'm the luckiest man in the 
world." 

I really meant it. 

"And I'm the luckiest girl." 

"If you're a good girl tonight," I said carefully, 
"I'll give you what you've been asking for." 

"What?" 

"I'll take you to a strip-club and introduce you to 
the manager. A really sleazy club suitable for a 
really keen beginner." 

"Oooh, lovely! Will I be allowed to perform?" 

"Of course! You'll _have_ to!" 

"Nude? Really nude? _Completely_ nude?" 

"Yes. Completely." 

"While all the men watch me? Oh, what _heaven_!" 

"The sort of place I'll take you to, they'll do more 
than watch." 

"You mean ...?" 

"They'll start by coming up on stage to fuck you. Then 
they'll invite you to join them in the audience." 

"Still nude? Still ... _oooh_!" 

"Of course. And then you'll be passed round till 
everyone has had you as much as they want." 

I didn't bother to explain that I would offer her to 
the club's manager on the basis that this would be 
Maki's initiation and trial. If she performed well and 
fucked with enthusiasm everyone who wanted her - as of 
course she would - she would be given the start she so 
much longed for. The first club would lend her to 
others; she would be booked to perform at private 
parties, and so on ... She twisted round in my arms, 
somehow managed to stand even higher on tiptoes than 
her shoes were already making her, and kissed me. 

"How wonderful! Will you be there too?" 

"Don't worry, I'll have my turn." 

"Can I do it every night?" 

"If you want to." 

"I want to do it every night," said Maki firmly. 
"_And_ every day. I'll never want to stop. It's the 
most wonderful thing I ever heard of." 

As I said, young Japanese girls can have the most 
remarkably inventive sexual fantasies, and helping to 
make them come true is my pleasure and my privilege.


FOOTNOTES

[10] Girls' lives as well as men's. Girls can - and 
do - learn so much from this vast resource of images 
of pretty girls happily showing off their delicious 
nudity. They at once realise how much they long to do 
the same; and the pornography sites' insatiable demand 
for pretty new models has created career opportunities 
on a vast scale. 

[11] _Onani_, from English "onanism", itself derived 
from the story of Onan in _Genesis_ xxxviii 9, is the 
normal Japanese word for masturbation (female as well 
as male, which would have surprised Onan). 


[Next in Part 12: Chapter XII: Yuki: Educating Yuki] 

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