Learning_About_Myself.16

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 16

CHAPTER XVI

I Prepare for a Party

"Well, dearie, it sounds to me as if you had a very 
worthwhile evening," said my new friend Matsumoto-san. 
"Have some more tea. After all, being paid for sex is 
good, but it's even better when it's fun as well. 
Don't you agree?"

"Oh yes! Of course I do!" I replied eagerly. "It's 
more than just fun. It's ... oh, I can't describe what 
it means to me. Sex is the most wonderful thing there 
is. There couldn't be anything more wonderful. I 
understood that the very first time a boy gave me his 
cock to stroke, and it was so beautiful I just had to 
kiss it, and then it slipped into my mouth as if it 
belonged there, the most natural thing in the world 
... and then ..."

"And then he came?"

"Yes! It was the first time anyone had done that to me 
but I knew - I just _knew_ - I wanted it to happen to 
me again and again. And then all the other wonderful 
things ..."

Matsumoto-san was such a sympathetic person I felt I 
could tell her all about my sexual experiences without 
embarrassment. She had time for me, that was her 
secret, I suddenly thought. Not like my mother, who 
was always so busy ... not that that was her fault, of 
course. An elderly woman who took a maternal interest 
in me but _wasn't_ my mother, so I didn't have to feel 
awkward about speaking frankly to her ... The moment I 
had arrived at her untidy studio to return the 
beautiful clothes she had lent me, she urged me with 
her jolly laugh to give her a full account of 
everything Ken and I had done to each other the 
previous evening. "It's the only pleasure I have these 
days, hearing what you pretty little sluts get up to 
on your dates," she had said. "And don't forget, if 
you want a really fun evening with plenty of sex, 
dress the way Matsumoto tells you to dress." And now I 
was telling her quite openly about my first schoolboy 
lovers in the school gymnasium all that time ago.

"Nice for you, dear," she said. "How old were you?"

"Thirteen," I admitted with a little blush.

"A very nice age to start," she replied with an 
encouraging smile. "How long did it take you before 
you began to enjoy the taste?"

"Well, a little while," I said. "The first time it 
happened I was so surprised I didn't really know what 
I was supposed to do with it. I mean, I knew in theory 
about cum and all that, but it was so sudden ... the 
way it burst along his cock and flooded into my mouth 
- it was wonderfully exciting, of course, but all so 
new to me! I hardly remember the taste, and swallowing 
it, though I suppose I did. The thing I remember best 
is him holding me and cuddling me and thanking me and 
saying how fantastic I was."

"But then?"

"Of course I wanted to do it again as soon as I could 
and learn to do it better. And, yes, I did like the 
taste. But best of all was controlling it - making his 
cock grow, taking it into my mouth slowly, and being 
the one who decided when he would be allowed to come. 
When I wanted to encourage him I would tickle his 
balls with one hand and stroke his buttocks with the 
other, and if he let me I would slip my longest finger 
into his anus. He could never resist that! Sometimes 
he would grab my head and crush my face against him 
and thrust his cock down my throat. That was _so_ 
exciting! But even then I was the one in charge."

"That's right, dearie! Never forget that!"

"Of course they like to think they are in charge!" I 
said with a giggle.

"Let them! Let them think it if they want to! We girls 
know better!"

"Yes ... I think I knew that from the very start."

"And I expect before long the boys wanted to explore 
your pretty cunt?"

"Yes, but I had to be careful about that. I knew that 
it might mean ... but now Reina has provided me with, 
you know, pills so I'm free to do what I like." The 
thought of Reina made me bounce eagerly on the couch. 
"She's been so good to me. Thanks to her I discovered 
much more about sex, and more things I like doing. She 
took me to clubs and so on, and taught me not to be 
shy about being nude before an audience, and fucking 
with everyone watching ... that's so marvellous, don't 
you think?"

"Oh, yes, dearie: I know, I know."

"And this thing about being in charge: I understand it 
even better now. _I_ am the one who decides to go 
nude. Sometimes the men call out to me and demand that 
I take my panties off and so on, but I do it when I'm 
ready and not before. And all those lovely hard, 
strong cocks waiting for me ... Reina explained to me 
that they are _mine_. I _made_ them. They weren't 
there before I teased the men and was nude for them to 
enjoy. So I can do just what I like with them. That's 
such a wonderful feeling!"

Matsumoto-san just nodded, her smile broader than 
ever.

"And then her friend Mr Williams taught me about whips 
and ropes ... Oh, I've been so lucky!"

"Yes, you've been lucky. Luckier than some girls 
anyway. You've discovered how to use your own 
sexuality the way it's meant to be used. To give 
yourself pleasure - and to give pleasure to other 
people too, of course. That's what a girl's sexuality 
is for."

"Don't all girls discover that?"

"Well, some are slow. Their sexy bodies develop, but 
their understanding of what it all means doesn't keep 
up. Such a shame - such a waste. That's one of the 
things that's good about working in the JAV industry: 
our videos teach girls what their pretty sexuality is 
for and how to use it."

"Yes - I learnt a lot from the video Reina-san let me 
see. How to do things I hadn't thought of doing 
before."

"I'm sure you did. Did Ken Kobayashi tell you about 
his sister Kimiko?"

"Yes. He told me how she became a JAV actress. Do you 
know her? I'd love to meet her!"

"Of course I do. I've dressed her often for her 
videos. Here, have some more tea. She was slow in 
learning about herself, but she's been making up for 
lost time since, the sweet little slut. Specialises in 
BDSM - did he tell you that? You know, being tied up 
and tortured and whipped."

I nodded eagerly.

"She gets a lot of fan-letters," Matsumoto-san went 
on. "From men, of course, telling her how they long to 
whip her themselves. But also from girls who've 
discovered new pleasures from watching her and copying 
what she does. Or has done to her. They're so 
pathetically grateful in their letters. That's so 
sweet and touching, I always think. But then I'm a 
sentimental old woman. Still, our industry does so 
much good. Giving employment to girls, and teaching 
others how to make the most of themselves. The world 
is a much better and happier place now that 
pornography is universally available. Still, you 
haven't come here to talk about that. When's your next 
date?"

"Well, I don't know definitely, yet," I said 
carefully. "I haven't heard anything from my agency. 
But Ken-san ... Mr Kobayashi ... did say he wanted me 
to be his date for a party he's been invited to."

"A sex-party, of course?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

"Aren't you a lucky girl, invited to a sex-party with 
a man like that! You'll have a great time. Has he told 
you what he'd like you to wear?"

"Yes - he said the theme of the party was 'harness' 
and I was to wear that. He assumed I knew what he 
meant, and I was too embarrassed to ask."

"So you've come to ask me! Quite right." She heaved 
herself to her feet and carried the tea-tray back to 
the kitchen. "Girls who wear what Matsumoto tells them 
are never disappointed," she went on, still talking as 
she went. "Help me move that table out of the way - 
that's right - then get your clothes off and stand 
there."

She bustled round the room, hunting in drawers and 
returning with a bundle of what looked like black 
leather straps. I had stepped out of my cropped top 
and miniskirt and placed them neatly on the littered 
couch by the time she returned, and was unhooking my 
bra and slipping off my panties as she wheeled up the 
tall mirror.

I expect you have seen a girl dressed in fetish 
harness often enough - either your own girl or a model 
in pictures from the internet - so I don't have to 
describe the design in detail. Of course then it was 
all new and wonderfully exciting to me! Basically 
harnesses come in two types. One sort has a leather or 
plastic collar round the neck, belts round your body 
above your breasts, below them, and round your waist, 
and then a vertical strap joining them all together 
down your front before passing between your legs and 
up your back. Where the straps cross they are joined 
either with rings or with metal studs. The other 
design of harness has a sort of diamond pattern, the 
main belt looped round the back of the your neck then 
crossing between your breasts and being joined by 
other diagonal straps and ending between your legs as 
before. Both types have buckles or other devices at 
the back to tighten the straps and ensure that your 
body is held smoothly and tautly. In a variant of both 
types the belt between the legs is divided into two 
narrow straps which fit snugly into the sensitive 
valleys at the tops of your thighs, so that your pussy 
is, like your breasts and your bottom, fully exposed. 
I like that type of harness best: you can be fucked 
while still wearing it, without having to take 
anything off or loosen the strap embracing your 
crotch, and that feels especially lovely. But 
whichever type you choose, wearing a tight harness is 
enormously exciting, especially at a party or in a 
public place. It is just as exciting for your lover, 
who sees your nudity prettily enhanced by the taut 
straps with their hint of bondage and submission, and 
will repay your trouble with some of the best fucking 
and whipping you will ever experience.

As I stood in the middle of the room in just my heels, 
Matsumoto-san dressed me in the different harnesses 
she had selected and tactfully remained unusually 
silent while I admired the beautifully provocative 
image in the tall mirror.

"Would it be all right," I asked shyly, "to wear 
nipple-clamps as well?"

"Of course it would, dearie! You'd look lovely like 
that! And ... no, you don't have a navel stud, do 
you?"

"No. I know what you mean, but I've never had it done. 
I couldn't hide it and my school wouldn't like it."

"Never mind. One day, when you've left school. Three 
pretty decorations, matching, dangling from your 
breasts and navel - that would be charming, don't you 
think? Now," she went on without waiting for an 
answer, "girls usually wear black harnesses, which is 
nice, but we want you to stand out and be noticed. 
It'll be your first sex-party, yes? And of course your 
first time in public wearing a harness. So if you take 
Matsumoto's advice you'll wear white. You know, 
virginal - like a bride on her first night. That will 
titillate your lovers nicely." She bustled over to her 
closets and drawers again. "Or even better: look at 
this lovely silver one!"

With her skilful fingers she quickly removed the 
harness I was wearing and buckled me firmly into the 
one she had found. It was the diamond-pattern type in 
the variety that divided at my crotch leaving my pussy 
exposed, and the narrow silver straps glittered and 
sparkled in the light. As a final touch, she added 
tiny matching circles to my breasts, just big enough 
to cover my nipples, with silver decorations swinging 
perkily from the tips. They weren't really 
nipple-clamps - the clips holding them in place hardly 
had that much grip - but I could see at once how they 
added to the tempting sexiness of my outfit.

"Ohh ... it's _beautiful_!" I said.

"And you do it justice, dearie. Take my advice. Wear 
it. He'll love it. They'll _all_ love it, and you'll 
have a splendid time."

"May I really keep it, till the party? I don't know 
when it will be ..."

"Of course. It's yours. And take the black ones too."

"Oh, but I can't!"

"Yes, you can. They all come from a studio wardrobe. 
They have hundreds. They'll never miss them. In fact 
they expect to lose them - their girls wear them at 
public promotions and they don't stay on long. A 
pretty slut starting in the sex business like you 
needs lots of things of this kind in her closet."

"Thank you! Oh, thank you! You're so good to me!"

"Well, you know what I want in return. A full account 
of everything that you get up to at the party. That's 
the only pleasure I have these days. Now, let me help 
you out of that, and I'll pack them all up for you."

She watched me critically as I pulled on my panties 
and hooked my bra.

"Is that the sort of underwear you usually wear, 
dearie?"

"Well," I said, remembering the exciting and revealing 
costumes I had worn under Reina's guidance, "it 
depends. I wasn't planning to meet anyone today, so I 
didn't think it mattered really."

"It _always_ matters," said Matsumoto-san sternly. 
"You never know when you'll meet someone you want to 
look your best for. Now, I have some things that have 
just come in ... they were sent me by a young woman 
who designs bikinis and hopes I'll encourage my girls 
to wear them. Well, she markets them as bikinis but 
you can wear them just as well at parties or as 
underwear. Have you noticed the sweet little things 
girls are wearing on the beach these days?"

It was a long time since I had been to a beach - it 
wasn't the sort of holiday my mother and I were able 
to take - but I had seen photos in magazines of girls 
showing themselves off in delightfully teasing bikinis 
which hid almost nothing. Of course I didn't have such 
fashionable items in my closet.

"Try this one," she went on, handing me something that 
was little more than a couple of pale pink strings. 
When I sorted them out I saw that they were similar to 
the micro-bikinis I had worn for my dance in at the 
club Reina and I had visited, though the three little 
triangles were even smaller. It took only a few 
moments for Matsumoto-san to tighten the strings 
behind my back and round my waist, while I adjusted 
the tiny scraps of cloth so that they just covered my 
cunt and my nipples. I twisted and turned, admiring 
the effect in the mirror. From the back I looked 
almost nude.

"Lovely!" I said. "It would be so nice to wear it on 
the beach."

"Or under your clothes," she said. "Until you start 
taking your clothes off. Or your lover does. Now, try 
this one. It's rather special."

It was dark red. The top, instead of two little 
triangles, had two rings of cloth which fitted neatly 
over my nipples and were held open by the strings tied 
firmly behind my neck and round my back. The lower 
triangle was minute and felt strangely rough on the 
inside. It only just covered my clitoris, and instead 
of then narrowing to a single band passing over my 
pussy it divided into two strings which embraced my 
cunt and pressed its lips together into a provoking 
pout.

"You need to wear it really tight, dearie," said 
Matsumoto-san, adjusting the little buckle holding the 
back together. "Now try walking in it."

As I did so I felt the little scrap of rough cloth 
which just covered my clitoris rubbing maddeningly 
against it with every step. My mouth fell open with 
astonishment and I gazed at her.

"Nice, isn't it? The designer calls it the _manzuri_ 
[25] strip. It never stops tickling you whenever you 
move. And the two strings pressing your pussy-lips 
together: see how they leave your cunt uncovered but 
make it extra tight for anything trying to enter it. 
Think how nice that will feel for your lovers. And for 
you."

I gazed at myself in the mirror, moving slightly from 
side to side so as to go on enjoying the _manzuri_ 
effect. The upper part of the bikini was adding to my 
feeling of arousal, holding my nipples firmly as they 
peeped pertly through the fabric rings. I considered 
the implications. Wearing this lovely garment under my 
clothes would keep me in a permanent state of sexual 
stimulation, ready - no, eager - to receive any man 
who wanted me. And what a pretty contrast between the 
panting impatience of my dripping cunt and the 
virginal constriction of its pouting lips! I already 
knew what I wanted to do. I would beg Matsumoto-san to 
let me have another bikini the same. I would give it 
to my friend Masumi and we would make another 
expedition to Yoyogi Park together, both wearing them 
under loose minidresses which we had only to raise a 
little ... oh, the endless lust and fucking we would 
enjoy!

"It's wonderful!" I said with obvious sincerity. "I 
have ... I have a friend, a girlfriend, we like to go 
out together, you know ... looking for boys ..."

"Of course! Take a matching one for her. Here - pale 
blue. Will that do? It's the only other one I have in 
the same style - you'd like to be a matching pair, 
wouldn't you? And I must do my duty by the designer 
who sent them. Here's her card. If anyone asks where 
they can buy these, be sure to tell them."

The card showed a woman's name, a business address and 
the words "Beach and Party Wear". I stowed it away 
carefully in the bag with the other garments and the 
underwear I had been wearing: there was no question 
now of taking off the dark red bikini with the 
_manzuri_ strip. Finally I pulled on my cropped top, 
which rubbed pleasantly against my erect nipples 
through the tiny bikini top, and my denim miniskirt. 
Matsumoto-san looked at me approvingly.

"Yes, you'll do, dearie, you'll do," she said. "Just 
as soon as you're old enough to join the industry 
properly. When are you sixteen?"

"Not till November," I said sadly.

"Well, keep up the assisted dating till then. It's 
good practice. And stay in close touch with Reina. 
She'll look after you and see to your training while 
keeping it all legal. As soon as you're sixteen we'll 
see about some official glamour shots for you and some 
proper stripping and sex-club work. You won't be able 
to take money for it, of course - you'll just be doing 
it for the experience till you're eighteen - but 
you're on your way, dearie - you're on your way."

I went to the entrance, clutching my bag of goodies, 
and bowed low in farewell and gratitude. Once outside, 
I walked confidently back towards the station, every 
step generating lovely feelings of desire from the 
tiny strip nestling tightly against my clitoris and 
hidden under my miniskirt. Matsumoto-san was right, of 
course: a girl should always expect to be about to 
meet a lover, even when she had no specific plans, and 
dress so as to be ready for him. The gentle but 
merciless stimulation of my clitoris by the clever 
_manzuri_ strip was making my pussy gasp with desire 
to be entered. Which of the men in the carriage 
looking longingly at my legs and bottom would be the 
first to turn his lust into action and take me? I 
hoped he wouldn't keep me waiting long, whoever he 
was.


FOOTNOTE

[25] _Manzuri_ means literally "ten thousand strokes" 
and refers to what a girl does when she rubs her 
crotch against something - like masturbation but more 
discreet and without using her fingers. - B W


[Next in Part 17: Chapter XVII: Roido-san's Party]

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