Learning_About_Myself.19

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 19

CHAPTER XIX

The Chain Gang

When we were able to explain our idea of the Chain 
Gang to our friend Kokomi she at once agreed to join 
us. I was glad because she had often shown us how 
she could use her skill as a gymnast to put on 
remarkable sexual performances, almost as much fun 
for us to watch as they must have been for the men 
she chose as her partners. I wasn't so concerned 
about Jun and Aki: if they didn't want to join us we 
could soon find replacements from among our friends. 
But after giggling and keeping us waiting while they 
made their minds up, they at last agreed. So we were 
seven. That at once created a new problem: we were 
too many to plan and rehearse at Masumi's house. I 
put the question to Reina, who quickly had the 
answer: she arranged for us to have the use of a 
rehearsal room at one of the studios where she 
worked part-time. Of course it would cost money, but 
she would take it out of my accumulating earnings 
which she was holding for me, and was confident the 
fee which Roido-san would pay us for our performance 
would more than cover the expense. I must say we all 
seven felt very grown-up when we arrived at a real 
sex-video studio for the first time, even though we 
were not there to perform on camera! This is where I 
belong, I thought, and I am sure the others felt it 
too.

The routine I had planned and discussed with Reina 
and Matsumoto-san was quite simple. There was no 
point in going beyond our capacity on our first 
project. But I was confident we could rely on our 
fresh and youthful appearance, the pretty 
decorations pointing up our nudity, and above all 
our boundless appetite for sex to make a good 
impression on our host and his guests. As soon as I 
was satisfied that we could put on a good show I 
spoke to Roido-san. It cost me a lot of effort to 
get past his secretaries, but I was still full of 
the determination I had found in myself after my 
earlier experiences at his house, and was at last 
able to remind him of his promise to me. After that 
one of his staff, in charge of organising the next 
party, suddenly became very helpful and we soon 
agreed on the details.

Of course the seven of us, with Jiro in attendance, 
arrived at his house in very good time on the 
evening of the party. He had kindly set a room aside 
for us. We were soon out of our clothes and Jiro was 
helping us get into costume.

I had given a lot of thought to what we should all 
wear and discussed it in detail with Matsumoto-san. 
She had ruled out my more extreme ideas.

"Dearie," she said, pouring herself another cup of 
green tea, "these people you want to have you at the 
party are used to kinky sex with girls restrained in 
fetish gear with chains and padlocks and stuff. Yes, 
that sort of thing is lovely but it works best with 
slightly older, more sophisticated girls. What you 
and your friends have to offer is youth. Youth and 
an uncomplicated love of sex. That will tickle their 
appetites and make sure they give you a really good 
time. Pretty and eager and sexy, that's the look we 
are aiming at."

"But does that mean we're wrong calling ourselves 
The Chain Gang?" I asked anxiously. "Are chains too 
... what you said ... kinky?"

"No, they can be really good on a young girl. But 
the secret is to make her look as if she doesn't 
fully understand how arousing they are."

"I was thinking," I said tentatively, wanting to 
change the subject a little, "how lovely those 
gloves were. The ones you lent me. They really 
helped me a lot, appealing to an older man with lots 
of experience."

"Yes!" said Matsumoto-san enthusiastically. "That's 
a really good idea. For a starting-point. Pass me 
that pad."

We were to be dressed all in silver. I had to be 
firm with Kin and Gin on that: of course they wanted 
to be in contrasting colours, or at least in their 
trademark gold and silver. But I insisted, and the 
others backed me up, that we would look best if we 
were identical - interchangeable fifteen-year-old 
non-stop fucking-machines, as Kokomi put it. She had 
picked up that phrase from a pornographic website 
she enjoyed visiting, and it excited us all so much 
to imagine ourselves like that! We were each to wear 
long silver gloves and a broad silver collar and 
belt snugly round neck and waist. Of course we also 
wore cuffs in black leather fitted with strong 
D-rings round our wrists. Some of this came from 
Fujiko at Restraint, and the rest from the studio 
wardrobes to which Matsumoto-san had access, 
together with strappy silver shoes with very high 
slim heels and long narrow cords which twisted round 
the ankles and ended in a neat bow. Much of our 
rehearsal time had been spent getting used to 
running and dancing on the precarious heels.

Then there were the chains - again all in silver. I 
insisted that we should all wear my favourite style 
of nipple-clamps, the little metal sleeves which 
slipped over the erect nipples and could be screwed 
together and tightened so pleasurably. Fujiko at 
Restraint had been able to obtain seven sets for us, 
all with pretty silver bells hanging from them on 
delicate chains. Another thicker chain was clipped 
to a ring in the collar and passed between the 
breasts till it joined the belt. Finally, one of the 
most important items of the costume: a short heavy 
steel chain attached to the ring of the left 
wrist-cuff. It looked as if it was firmly locked 
there but in fact the ring opened easily on a spring 
when twisted by finger and thumb.

So there we were, all seven of us in our identical 
silver Chain Gang costumes, waiting nervously to be 
called. Jiro fussed round us, making sure that our 
long gloves were moulded immaculately to our arms, 
that the cords of our shoes were elegantly tied, and 
teasing us by tightening our nipple-clamps and 
flicking our little bells so that they tinkled 
prettily. Finally we gave him the task of sticking 
the little plastic blobs and steaks of imitation cum 
to our cheeks and breasts, which I must admit he did 
very artistically. Masumi and I were going through 
our dance routine for the hundredth time. Kin and 
Gin were giggling together, never still for a 
moment; and Kokomi was practising elegant gymnastic 
poses: one of her favourite sexual games was to take 
up a motionless position and challenge her lovers to 
make her lose control by tickling and whipping her. 
Only Jun and Aki, who frankly had not attended 
enough rehearsals, were nervous, sweating and 
working each other up into a panicky state. Jiro was 
doing his best to calm them, gently wiping the sweat 
off their nakedness with cool damp cloths.

At last one of Roido-san's staff put his head round 
the door and called simply "Ready!" Quickly we got 
into line - me in front, then Kin and Gin, Jun and 
Aki, the imperturbable Kokomi where she could keep an 
eye on them, and Masumi at the end. Each of us (apart 
from me of course) clipped the free end of her chain 
to the D-ring in the right cuff of the girl in front. 
I opened the door, and we were off!

I skipped through the house with the others following, 
and we all made an entrance onto the terrace, pausing 
and posing as dramatic chords blasted from the 
loudspeakers. Couples and groups interrupted their 
love-making on the lawn, looked up and applauded. Then 
I led the group onto the grass, weaving our way round 
the other guests, using a skipping dance-step and 
raising our knees high in the way we had rehearsed. 
The lighting engineers followed us with their spots, 
making the silver of our costumes glitter. The little 
bells could hardly be heard above the music but their 
pretty chains swung in the lights. We took our time 
curving and dancing round the garden, the guests 
gathering close to us as we went, but at last we 
reached our objective: the big tree at the edge of the 
lawn. We danced round it, then formed a ring facing 
outwards. As I caught up with Masumi at the end of the 
line, I quickly clipped the free end of my chain to 
the ring in her right wrist-cuff. We were chained 
together now, dancing round the tree, pulling away 
from it as far as our chains would let us, moving back 
in and pressing our naked bottoms and backs against 
its rough bark, lifting our arms above our heads and 
shaking the chains imprisoning us. The guests cheered 
and applauded.

It was time for the next scene. I reached out to 
Masumi and snapped her right wrist-cuff open again. 
Now we could dance in line again and we wove in and 
out of the guests once more, enjoying the feel of 
their questing hands as they reached out and stroked 
our nudity. But then we were back at the tree again, 
this time facing inwards and our chains locked 
together. We moved out, we moved in, we came to a halt 
leaning forward, our outstretched silver arms pressing 
against the tree and our bottoms straining yearningly 
outwards.

Some of the guests were already holding whips and 
canes, chosen earlier from Roido-san's stock so that 
they could pleasure each other as they made love in 
the garden. But I could now hear Jiro moving among the 
guests, offering them many-stranded and knotted whips 
from the stock he was carrying. I could not make out 
what he was saying, but knew he would be politely 
urging them to stimulate our temptingly offered arses. 
They hardly needed to be told and almost at once I 
felt the lashes' embrace. The pretty squeals and pleas 
for yet more love rising from round the tree told me 
that all seven of us were being treated to the climax 
we had been longing for.

Whipping a girl the way she longs to be whipped is 
hard work and also very stimulating. It was not long 
before my unseen lover was overcome by the need of 
relief. I felt his hands grip my waist and I responded 
by leaning forwards and outwards as hard as I could. 
There was no need for lubrication: the kiss of the 
whip had called up copious love-juice from my cunt, 
and at once I felt a thick, wonderful cock pressed 
against me and forcing its way into my love-hole. I 
screamed with happy lust and pushed back as hard as I 
could, while his hands found my breasts and added to 
the bliss flooding from my tortured nipples. It did 
not take long - for both of us, our need was too great 
to allow us to spin out the pleasure. But there is 
always the next time ... always ... always ...

His head was close to mine as he leaned heavily on my 
back.

"That was wonderful," he said.

"It was beautiful," I murmured. "Thank you ... oh, 
please do it to me again!"

"Come and join my friends," he said after a pause. 
"That is ... can you?"

He pulled out of my cunt and freed me from his weight. 
I quickly uncoupled myself from Masumi on my left, but 
when I turned to Kin on my right she was not there and 
my end of the chain which had connected me to her left 
wrist had vanished. I guessed she, and perhaps Gin 
too, had broken away from the circle of girls and were 
no doubt busy elsewhere in the garden. I turned to 
face my lover. He was a tall and athletic _gaijin_, 
but I had guessed he must be from the size and 
strength of his cock - and of course from his quaint 
Japanese. He was also naked, which was nice. He took 
me in his arms. I reached up and kissed him, then 
began to stroke his chest with my gloved hands, 
gradually moving one hand down to caress his cock. It 
was still big but only at half-mast, and I looked up 
at his face anxiously. He bent down to pick up the 
whip from where he had dropped it when he entered me, 
put his other arm firmly round my waist, and led me 
towards the centre of the lawn.

We stopped beside two Japanese men who were sitting on 
the grass playing with a naked girl. Although they too 
were without clothes they had the unmistakable aura of 
wealth and success about them.

"These are my friends," said my lover. "They brought 
me to the party."

The two men scrambled to their feet and greeted me 
politely.

"We enjoyed your dance," they said. "Yours and the 
others'."

I thanked them. The girl they had been playing with 
looked rather put out and soon wandered off, deciding 
there was nothing more for her in this group. I felt 
sorry for her, but was sure that in this gathering a 
pretty nude girl would not be neglected for long.

"Do you live in Japan?" I asked my lover politely.

"No, not any more. I did once, but now I visit. I do 
business with my friends here."

"And we were invited this evening," said one of the 
Japanese, "so we brought him along."

I noticed that he did not refer to my lover by name, 
even though that made his sentence sound rather rude. 
I never did discover who any of the three were. We all 
sat down on the mattress the Japanese men had been 
using.

"Are you enjoying the party?" I asked, realising as 
soon as I had said it that it sounded rather foolish.

"Very much. Especially now," he added politely.

I blushed and was uncertain what to say, disconcerted 
by the strange foreign habit of paying girls 
compliments. Fortunately he did not wait. There was 
something he wanted to say, even though it meant a 
struggle with his limited Japanese.

"I love ... girls," he began.

He was clearly searching for a word, and raised his 
right hand, shaking the whip from side to side to 
suggest it.

"_Muchi-utsu_?" I said quietly, helping him.

"That's right. I love it. But in my country it's 
difficult. Girls don't like it. Or say they don't. You 
have to pay prostitutes extra. Even then they don't 
look as if they are enjoying it. But here ..."

"How strange," I said. "We Japanese girls love it. 
Once we've learnt. It's the best thing there is."

"Exactly! Japanese girls love it. I love it. That's 
why I love Japan."

There was obviously only one thing to do. I stretched 
out on hands and knees, my bottom towards my _gaijin_ 
who enjoyed whipping Japanese girls, at the other end 
my hands reaching for the cocks waiting for me. As I 
stroked and sucked and swallowed, my new master made 
love to me the way we both liked best.

==

When all three men had had me as many times, and in as 
many ways, as they wanted I excused myself and 
wandered off to see what my friends were doing. Jiro 
saw me and came running up.

"Are you having a good time, Mistress Sayaka?" he 
asked respectfully.

"Yes, thank you. Are the others?"

"I think so. I don't know about Mistress Kin and 
Mistress Gin: they are entertaining a group of lovers 
on the terrace but told me to go away. I obeyed them, 
of course, but I was sad: they looked so beautiful 
covered in oil and stroking each other ... The other 
Mistresses are over here."

To one side of the lawn simple whipping-frames had 
been set up and hooks attached to the boughs of trees. 
I soon spotted Masumi hanging by her chained wrists 
from a tree, swinging and turning as men took turns 
whipping her plump bottom and thighs: anyone not 
familiar with her sexual preferences might have 
thought her screams and appeals not to be hurt meant 
she was in serious distress, but I of course knew her 
better. Feeling a little envious, I clipped the loose 
end of my chain to the cuff on my right wrist: surely 
showing myself with my hands bound would give someone 
the right idea? Jiro touched my elbow and drew my 
attention to a group gathered round a whipping frame. 
They made room for us and I suddenly made out Jun and 
Aki. Someone had found ropes and bound them tightly 
together, thigh to thigh, breast to breast. They were 
hanging from their frame with their feet off the 
ground, swaying from side to side as they were 
whipped, squealing and wailing at full volume. Those 
two will never learn to behave elegantly, I thought. 
Perhaps one day we should replace them ... Nearby was 
someone who was always elegant: balanced on one foot 
on a little platform, her other leg raised and her 
arms above her head in a ballet pose was Kokomi. A man 
was methodically caning her bottom with a slim 
riding-crop sheathed in black leather. She did not 
move a muscle or make a sound.

"How _can_ she do it? She's a marvel!" I heard a girl 
in the crowd say.

I knew, or could guess. She was lost in a heaven of 
her own, and had trained her athletic body to obey.

All this happiness, and the fun I could imagine Kin 
and Gin enjoying as they exhibited their bath-house 
skills on the terrace, made me feel sad and lonely. 
There was an empty hook hanging from a tree nearby. I 
went and stood under it, taking up what I hoped was an 
enticing pose with my chained hands above my head and 
one knee slightly bent. I did not have to wait long.


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