WORK IN PROGRESS 01

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, 
MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU 
AND RUMI 

PART 01

CHAPTER I

The Special Case

     In Japan, one girl leads to another. I set one 
     girl on the course to becoming a fully sensual, 
     sexual being with special needs and talents; she 
     tells her friends about it, and before long 
     another pretty little creature, shyly obsessed 
     with sex, is at my door, blushing furiously as 
     she stammers her friend's name and the magic word 
     _shokai_ (introduction). She doesn't quite know 
     how to tell me what she wants - probably doesn't 
     even know what it is - but _I_ know. 

"Will you do ... _that_ ... to me again?" asked 
Noriko. "You know ... the things you did last time?" 

I hadn't known Noriko long. Two weeks ago the girl I 
was planning to take to a sex-party had telephoned to 
say she had a cold. I wasn't sure I believed her; but 
she did me a good turn by sending round a friend to go 
with me instead. 

Noriko appeared at my apartment in good time, wearing 
a very sweet party dress. It had a high neck and short 
puffy sleeves, but I liked the way the wide frilly 
skirt showed off her pretty legs. It suggested that 
she liked to make the most of herself; but I wondered 
if her friend had explained exactly what sort of party 
I was taking her to. She claimed to be seventeen, and 
perhaps she was nearly that. She was very innocent and 
inexperienced - which in a Japanese girl means that 
her mind is obsessed with sex and her body aflame with 
intense but still unspecific desire, both of them 
fuelled by pornographic _manga_ cartoon magazines and 
by the less explicit, but highly suggestive, articles 
in teenage girls' magazines. As we talked I asked her 
discreetly about her practical experience, and she 
admitted, blushing and giggling, that it had 
progressed no further than elaborate private 
masturbation and occasional nude group petting 
sessions - usually with girlfriends. One of them was 
the friend she was replacing. 

I was right in my guess that she did not know she was 
being taken to a sex-party. She had never even heard 
that such parties happened. I do not know if her 
friend was playing a joke on her by not telling her or 
trying to expand her education - both at once, 
probably. I have rarely seen anything more beautiful 
than the expression on Noriko's face as she watched 
the other girls begin to show off their teasing 
nudity, and at last realised that she was expected to 
do that too and understood what would be done to her 
in return. Her innocent eagerness to learn and do 
well, and not disgrace herself and let me down, meant 
she was much in demand at that party; and as we left 
our host begged me to bring her again to his regular 
Friday night events. I was beginning to enjoy her 
ripening sexuality very much myself, so I took her as 
my date to the same house again the following Friday, 
and again a week later - which had been yesterday 
night. As often happens, there had been more girls 
than men at last night's party, but Noriko had again 
been a success, being fucked four times and then 
having the honour of being chosen by the host for his 
demonstration performance in front of us all. So as to 
give her more scope I had foregone my right to fuck my 
own date; and was in any case enjoying myself checking 
out the new talent. There was one sweet new girl 
there, as inexperienced and keen as Noriko had been 
only two weeks ago, and it gave me a lot of pleasure 
to instruct her in the finer points of cock-sucking. 

So we were late leaving the party, and when we 
returned to my apartment Noriko insisted on 
demonstrating that she needed no such instruction. I 
was fairly drained and took a long time to come, which 
gave her plenty of opportunity to show me what she had 
learnt. It was obvious that she had been studying 
hard, and not only at the parties she had been to with 
me. When at last I had filled her mouth as she bent 
over me, she swirled the cum appreciatively round her 
mouth, then let it dribble, mixed with her own saliva, 
back onto my cock. It poured down the sides till she 
caught it on the fingers with which she was still 
holding me. She took me into her mouth again, sucking 
me and licking up the mixture. She smiled at me 
naughtily and did it again. And again: five times. Her 
clever tongue and lips and fingers made me feel as if 
I had come afresh every time. At last she swallowed my 
cum and rolled onto her back, licking her lips. When 
she had thanked me charmingly for giving her such a 
nice treat, and I had told her how good she was and 
made her promise to teach that pretty trick to her 
girlfriends, we showered together and then fell into 
bed where we enjoyed the long, refreshing sleep of the 
truly well fucked. 

So naturally we woke late the following morning and 
took our time over getting the day off to a good 
start. After all, if you wake up to find yourself 
inextricably entangled with a rosy, naked, sexually 
insatiable almost-seventeen-year-old you don't make 
for the bathroom in a hurry. Now we were enjoying a 
late breakfast on my little balcony, I wearing a 
_yukata_ cotton bathrobe and Noriko still delightfully 
nude in the slanting spring sunshine, talking happily 
and pretending not to notice the effect she was having 
on me - or on anyone who might be watching. Japanese 
girls are extraordinarily adaptable: a few weeks ago 
Noriko would have been crippled with embarrassment at 
any suggestion that she should show off in public with 
such charming coquetry, but three fairly routine 
sex-parties later she was finding it entirely natural. 

I was thinking about the day ahead, and more 
particularly the evening. I had standing invitations 
to bring my girls to several regular Saturday night 
sex-parties: any of them would be fun, especially for 
Noriko, but I felt a desire for something more 
stimulating. Perhaps I should take her to a 
strip-club - one that liked to declare "amateur 
night" when pretty girls were spotted in the audience. 
I wouldn't warn her in advance, of course: it would be 
a lovely surprise for her, and stimulating for me to 
see how she performed in front of a sophisticated 
paying audience, with much higher standards than 
casual guests at a sex-party. 

I suddenly realised she was saying something to me 
which needed an answer. 

If you have been following my accounts of my forced 
labour in the Tokyo sex-mines you will guess easily 
what the "things" were that I had done to her last 
week. I have already mentioned that Noriko had been 
very innocent when she came to me. That innocence 
included complete ignorance of the sexual delights of 
skilfully applied pain. She had never even been beaten 
by a teacher at school, the experience which for most 
pubescent Japanese girls opens the door to masochistic 
ecstasy. I had been gentle with her so far. I had 
started by lightly spanking her firm round bottom as I 
entered her pussy from behind, and then pinching and 
tweaking her pretty nipples. I had expected some 
protests before she shyly began to beg for more, but 
to my surprise these tentative caresses were greeted 
from the start by giggles and cries of "Ooh, that's 
nice! Do it again!" 

Soon I had moved on to the next stage, fetching a 
beginner's cat-o'-nine-tails from the bathroom where I 
kept it. It was just a toy which had often added to 
the fun of bathing with a willing girl, its short, 
broad leather strips slapping juicily against her wet 
flesh; but it was just what Noriko needed. Her bottom 
and breasts had soon been glowing with the stimulation 
and there was no doubt she was immediately addicted to 
the cat's random strokes. I had stopped for a while, 
despite her protests, and dressed her in a tight 
bondage harness. She had adored it, and I had found 
the visual beauty of the black leather straps blending 
with the cat's black thongs as they kissed her eager 
body aesthetically very satisfying. 

So of course, when she shyly asked me to do it to her 
again, I agreed at once. 

"Shall I put on those ... you know, straps?" 

"That would be nice. I'll get them for you." 

I helped her into the harness, taking my time and 
tightening the buckles. Her pert breasts and firm 
bottom were framed teasingly by the network of straps. 
The harness was the type I prefer my girls to wear - 
with no crotch-piece, just two narrow straps between 
the legs. I fitted the two straps into the pretty 
valleys at the tops of her thighs, tightening them to 
increase her pleasure and also to make her pussy pout 
enticingly through the narrow space between them. I 
brought her the shoes she had worn at last night's 
party, and helped her to balance on the high slim 
heels. Then we went back into the bedroom so she could 
admire herself in the full-length mirror. 

"Oh, I _do_ look nice, don't I?" 

"Yes." 

"Could I go to a party dressed like this?" 

"To some kinds of party, yes." 

She stroked her breasts and explored the opening in 
the straps between her legs. 

"I could keep it on, couldn't I? I wouldn't need to 
take it off. There's nothing in the way ..." She 
giggled charmingly. "Do you think men would prefer me 
to keep it on, or would they like me better fully 
nude?" 

"I think they would like you to keep it on. Very 
much." 

"Will you tickle me with that, er, thing again? It was 
_lovely_!" 

"He's called a cat. You must treat him and all his 
relations with great respect. If he's in the right 
mood, he can give you the greatest pleasure a girl can 
ever have." 

"Oooh! Lovely! Yes please, Mr Cat!" She giggled again 
delightfully. "Why is he called that?" 

"Short for cat-o'-nine-tails." 

"Does he really have nine tails?" 

"Usually. But some have more." 

"Ooh, I'd like that! Do you have one of those? With 
more than nine, I mean?" 

"I have quite a selection." I stroked her bottom as it 
curved temptingly between the straps of her harness. I 
could feel her skin shivering with excitement. "Would 
you like something different from last time? A little 
more advanced?" 

She gulped a little, wondering perhaps what she was 
letting herself in for. Then, 

"Yes. Yes, please. You choose for me." 

"Come and help me choose." 

I had told Noriko nothing about my private 
torture-chamber. One has to introduce these concepts 
gradually to a beginner. Now I took her to the locked 
door. 

"You must never, ever, come here without my 
permission," I said as I operated the push-button 
lock. 

"What is this place?" 

"It's where I run training courses for pretty girls. 
Courses in rather specialised kinds of pleasure. Would 
you like to be brought in here and trained? When 
you're ready?" 

"Oooh, yes! Yes please! I'm ready now!" 

She jumped up and down with pretty eagerness, her 
breasts swaying nicely. 

"I'll decide that." 

I opened the door and turned on the array of 
spotlights. Noriko followed me in and looked around 
with astonishment, wondering at the gleaming steel 
framework in the middle of the room to which my girls 
were bound for their whipping sessions. Before she had 
time to ask what it was, I took her over to the table 
on which an array of cats, whips and canes were laid 
out. 

At once, her attention was transfixed. Her pulse 
racing, and hardly able to breathe for excitement, she 
moved from instrument to instrument, touching them 
reverently. Then she returned to one in particular: a 
cat with many tails, long and slender, lashes of the 
finest whipcord rather than leather thongs, made to 
bite lusciously into the firm flesh it kissed. She 
picked it up, and passed the cords lovingly through 
her fingers. 

"Will you tickle me with _this_ Mr Cat, please?" she 
asked in a tiny voice. 

"Of course. A very good choice. He'll be delighted to 
pleasure you, and so shall I." 

"Ooh. Will it be even nicer than last time?" 

"Even nicer. Much nicer." 

She couldn't resist raising the beautiful cruel lashes 
to her lips and kissing them. Then she stood on tiptoe 
and kissed me. She shivered as I stroked and held her, 
trembling on the brink of an ecstasy she could still 
only guess at. 

"Take him back to the bedroom and wait there," I said 
at last. 

"Aren't you going to ... do it to me here?" she asked, 
the implications of the whipping-frame with its 
dangling chains and handcuffs sinking in at last. "You 
said this is where girls are trained. Girls like me." 

"Later," I said, "Perhaps. Now go." 

She left the torture-chamber obediently, looking 
longingly at the frame till the door closed behind 
her. I gathered together a few other items I hoped to 
surprise her with: chief among them another cat, 
almost identical to the one she had chosen but the 
lashes decorated with hard little knots. I put it into 
a bag where she wouldn't see it, then added a few 
accessories: simple things, wrist- and ankle-cuffs, 
nipple-clamps and gags. Vibrators for cunt and arse I 
had of course in the bedroom. For a moment I thought 
of summoning her back here to be whipped 
professionally on the frame. Then "Don't rush it," I 
told myself, and went to join her in the bedroom. 

She was sitting on the bed in her harness, swinging 
her legs while she fondled her chosen cat and kissed 
its multiple strands. 

"I _love_ him!" she announced. "He's beautiful. Will 
he love me, do you think?" 

"Oh, yes," I said, looking at her firm rounded body. 
"You're his type." 

There were two hooks discreetly but strongly embedded 
in the bedroom ceiling. They hadn't been my idea: they 
had been installed by the couple who had rented the 
apartment before me and who obviously shared my 
tastes. They hadn't mentioned this useful facility on 
leaving, and the landlord obviously knew nothing about 
it - or he would have increased the rent. But I was 
constantly grateful to them, and hoped they were happy 
together wherever they were and whatever delightful 
things they were now doing to each other. 

I sat down beside Noriko and resisted her curiosity 
about the contents of the bag. 

"Just a few little additions to your costume," I said 
as I pulled out the set of leather cuffs. "Give me 
your hands first." 

She was delighted with her new accessories once I had 
buckled them firmly round her wrists and ankles. While 
she was admiring herself in the mirror, I got onto a 
chair and threaded the ropes through the 
ceiling-hooks. Then Noriko stood excitedly in the 
position I indicated while I attached them to her 
wrist-cuffs by the steel D-rings, and pulled them 
tight till she was held helpless in a star formation. 

"Ooh, this is fun!" she said. "What are you going to 
do to me?" 

"Would you like to be blindfolded?" I asked. "So you 
can't see what's happening?" 

"Oh, no! I _want_ to see. It's so exciting!" 

"Perhaps I should gag you," I said, showing her the 
ball-gag on its leather strap. "To stop you screaming. 
This room isn't sound-proofed, and we don't want 
neighbours complaining. Or interfering." Or asking to 
join in, I thought privately. 

"I don't think I'll scream," she said thoughtfully. 
"Why should I?" 

"Most girls do, when I whip them. At least to begin 
with. The first few strokes are very painful. But then 
they suddenly turn to pleasure." 

"Really? I enjoyed it from the start, you know - when 
you tickled me with the other cat." 

"But this cat is much stronger and hurts much more." 

I picked it up from where she had left it on the bed 
and displayed the long, thin strands of whipcord. 

"Oh yes! It's _beautiful_. I love my Mr Cat! Please 
make him tickle me." 

"Very well." 

I moved behind her, out of her range of vision, and 
ran my nails lightly over the skin of her arse. Then I 
wrapped the cat loosely round her hips. 

"Look. He will go round you several times when he 
kisses you." 

"Oooh, I want it _so_ much!" 

"Right. Then we'll begin - Mr Cat and I." 

I began by whipping her bottom with the ends of the 
lashes, lightly at first then harder - much harder; 
then I moved in closer so that I could strike her with 
the lashes nearer the handle, making them swing round 
her hips and embrace her completely as I had promised. 
I listened carefully to her reaction: I like to be 
able to tell exactly the moment when a girl's screams 
of agony give way to squeals of delight, and she 
starts imploring me to whip her harder and never to 
stop. But Noriko was different from every other girl I 
had whipped: her pleasure started from the very 
beginning with no introductory pain. Of course, once a 
girl has learnt that the pain is just a preliminary to 
the greatest pleasure she can ever know, she begs for 
it constantly. It wasn't like that with Noriko, 
though. The whip brought her immediate delight from 
its very first touch. 

And what delight! She was gasping and squealing and 
begging me to "tickle" her more. Of course I was 
loving it too: it was an exceptionally beautiful 
sight. The long slim lashes blended fluidly with the 
narrow straps of her bondage harness, and Noriko 
danced gracefully on the tips of her toes as the 
strokes of the cat made her sway from side to side and 
she sought to regain her balance. You'll think me 
sentimental but there's nothing I enjoy more than the 
pure loveliness of a girl entering this heaven of 
orgasmic joy for the first time. (Combined of course 
with the knowledge that a well-whipped girl will soon 
be thanking me passionately for giving her such 
bliss.) I began to regret my decision to lash her here 
in the bedroom rather than in the torture-chamber, 
where the cameras could have recorded our love-making 
for us to relive together later. I thought briefly 
about the neighbours: should I insist on gagging 
Noriko to avoid disturbing them? But they had heard 
girls squealing in ecstasy often enough - it was only 
the preliminary screams of agony I needed to protect 
them from, in case they were tempted to interfere. 

So I kept on whipping her hard and at a good steady 
pace. Raise the whip. _Swish_. The long thin lashes 
curling erotically round her hips, caressing her pussy 
and greeted with an ecstatic gurgle of happiness and 
gratitude, swinging round for another delightful 
embrace, then falling exhausted to the floor. Again. 
And again. The pretty pink lines where the lashes had 
kissed and bitten gradually merging into a charming 
rosy glow. Would she never tire of it? After twenty 
minutes I needed a short pause myself! 

I walked round to survey her from the front. She 
looked up at me, her eyes sparkling through the tears. 

"Oh, please don't stop!" 

"Are you enjoying it?" 

"Oh yes, _yes_, YES! You're so good to me ... it's 
wonderful!" 

"And you've really never experienced this before?" 

"No. I never knew. But now I want it to go on for ever 
and ever ... You will do it to me more, won't you?" 

"Yes, But a little pause first. And I've got some new 
things to show you." 

I reached for the bag which I had brought from the 
torture-chamber, and without letting her see what I 
was doing took out a pair of nipple-clamps. They 
looked like ordinary plastic clothes-pegs, but were 
the type specially designed with metal jaws and 
heavy-duty springs for use as sex-toys. With my free 
hand I stroked her firm breasts: after all the 
stimulation she had received her pretty nipples were 
already rock-hard but I stroked and petted them till 
they erected themselves to their fullest extent. 

"Ooh, nice!" she murmured. 

"This will be even nicer." 

I showed her one of the clamps, opening and shutting 
its jaws. Then I placed the open jaws over her left 
nipple, letting her wait for a moment before slowly 
releasing them, enjoying the sight of the serrated 
metal edges biting lusciously into her eager flesh. 
She let out a great sigh of happiness. 

"That's _so_ good!" she said. "Surely you have one 
more - for the other side?" 

I showed her the second clamp, and fixed it to her 
right breast, this time letting it bite as rapidly as 
the spring allowed. 

"They're lovely!" said Noriko, when she had recovered 
from the sudden surge of pleasure. "I want to wear 
them always! All the time! May I?" 

"Well, perhaps not these. They're a bit obvious and 
everyone would know. But I have others ... really 
painful ones ... which you can wear under your clothes 
and no one will know except you." 

"You mean, I could wear them under my school uniform? 
To have this lovely, lovely feeling all the time?" 

"Oh, yes. Quite a lot of girls do. And think how nice 
it will be when you undress for a lover, and he 
understands at once the sort of things you like 
best."  

She smiled happily, imagining it. 

"Have you any more?" 

"Just one." 

I hunted again in the bag and found it. I knelt in 
front of her, feeling between her legs. Her sweet 
little clitoris was peeping out between the straps of 
her harness. I erected it with my fingers and tongue, 
then looked up at her face as I decorated it with the 
third clamp. She let out a great gasp of happiness. 

"Will you whip me again now, please?" she said at last 
in a little voice. "Very hard? I think I should ... 
really enjoy that." 

"Soon. I have another toy for you first." 

"Ooh, yes please!" 

One of the things I most love about Japan is its 
constant search for improvement. No sooner has a 
successful product entered the market than 
manufacturers start work on an even better version. 
This applies to sex-toys as much as anything. Of 
course all the traditional instruments of 
sado-masochism, Western and Oriental, are readily 
available; but new improved products are always 
entering the market. For example, like most sadists I 
use the traditional ball-gag - the plastic ball 
fitting into the girl's mouth and broad leather straps 
holding it there firmly as they are buckled behind her 
head. But recently an assistant in a sex-aids shop, 
knowing my interests, had shown me an improved gag. It 
was made of two pairs of big steel hooks, joined by an 
adjustable strap. The hooks were rather like 
nose-hooks - another recent product of Japanese 
ingenuity - but set wider apart. By holding the girl's 
mouth open they would impart a feeling of submission, 
and while not fully gagging her would prevent her from 
speaking clearly. 

The pretty assistant briefly demonstrated by slipping 
them into her own mouth; then, with a charming blush, 
explained the advantages of the new gag over the old. 
Because the girl could not speak clearly, the 
gentleman could choose not to understand her pleas for 
mercy, thus adding to his sadistic pleasure and to her 
helpless submission. But she could still scream - 
"which gentlemen like so much to hear," she said in a 
soft, intimate voice. And because the gag kept the 
girl's mouth open, "she can receive anything a 
gentleman chooses to put into it." Smiling 
conspiratorially, she went on in a secretive murmur, 
"The trouble with the traditional gag is that the 
mouth is not available for use. But with this one it 
is, which is so much nicer for me as well as for you, 
don't you think? And as I can't use my lips, or my 
fingers - only my tongue - the pleasure is _rather_ 
special, and ... you know ... takes _much_ longer." I 
noticed, of course, that she seemed to be speaking 
from personal experience. Had she worn the gag 
herself, I asked. She blushed again. "Oh, yes! I 
bought one as soon as they came in and I almost always 
ask my gentlemen to let me wear it. Your girls will be 
so happy if you use it on them too." Would she care to 
demonstrate the technique she had described, I asked. 
Not here, not now, she murmured - but (fluttering her 
eyelashes) maybe ... I must go back soon, I thought, 
and take her up on that offer of a date. 

"Just open your mouth," I said to Noriko. 

Noriko obeyed and I slipped the strap round her head 
and pulled the hooks round till they slipped easily 
over her lips. 

"Nice?" 

"Ar-rr-gh," she replied, her eyes dancing. 

I adjusted the strap, pulling the hooks further apart. 

"Still nice?" 

"Ar-rr!" she said again, wriggling happily. 

"Good. Now I shall whip you again. With the same Mr 
Cat, but later I'll change to his cousin." 

"Ar-rr-gh?" 

"He's almost the same as the first Mr Cat, but he will 
hurt you more. Lots more. I won't tell you when I'm 
changing, but you will know." 

"Arr. Arr." 

I moved behind her where she could not see me. I took 
the second whip from the bag and placed it on a chair 
where I could pick it up quickly and make the change 
without breaking the rhythm. I twisted the long 
strands of the first whip playfully round her hips. 

"M'm, that _does_ look nice!" I said. 

I released her, and let the tips of the strands dangle 
lightly, tickling her sweet arse through the straps of 
the harness. She wriggled delightfully. Then without 
warning I raised my arm and made the cat sizzle onto 
her bottom, flicking round to kiss her pussy. 

"Arr, ar, arr-arra!" 

I interpreted that as "More, please, harder!" and set 
to work with all my strength. The slender lashes rose 
and fell, winding round her pretty bottom, waist and 
thighs, never exactly in the same places twice. That 
is the joy of the cat: it has a will of its own. She 
responded with a sort of keening noise - not quite a 
scream but I assumed it was enjoyment. After about 
twenty minutes of this exercise, I decided the moment 
had come for a change. I dropped the cat on the carpet 
and swiftly picked up the replacement. It was 
identical with the first except for the rows of tight, 
hard knots along the length of each thin strand of 
cord. I whipped with exactly the same motion, but her 
keening noise gave way to what was definitely a 
scream. She began to arch her body, sticking out her 
bottom as if eager to receive the intense pleasure the 
cat was giving her. The little knots left tiny marks 
on her skin, punctuating the sweet pink lines. I 
remembered that a girl I had often whipped with this 
cat had said it was like flying in a black night 
decorated with innumerable golden stars. It is 
humbling to think how easy it is to bring a girl to 
intense ecstasy if you only go about it the right way. 

After another twenty minutes with the second cat my 
arm was tired and I was badly in need of relief. I 
dropped the whip, moved round to face Noriko. Despite 
what I assumed were protests, I removed the clamps 
decorating her nipples and clitoris, and then freed 
her from the ropes suspending her from the ceiling. I 
quickly slipped a padlock into the D-rings on her 
wrist-cuffs, locking her hands together behind her 
back, then supported her as we slid together onto the 
bed. 

It was time to try out the effect of the gag as 
described by the pretty shop-assistant. I wriggled 
into position and held my hard cock against her face. 
She took it into her mouth at once; I could feel her 
trying to close her lips on it; then, realising that 
she couldn't, embraced it with her tongue. The 
shop-girl had been right: it was a very special 
sensation to be brought to orgasm by a girl's tongue 
alone - and it took a delightfully long time. At last 
I was able to fill her open mouth with cum, and she 
quickly wriggled onto her back so that it would slide 
into her throat and she could swallow it. I think she 
had been working out how to pull that trick while she 
was still licking me. 

The whole experience had been a great success. The 
tight straps of her bondage harness decorated her body 
in a very stimulating way - as always, it was a 
pleasure to see a girl helpless in her bonds - and the 
exercise of whipping had made me pleasantly tired. On 
top of that the long-drawn-out torment of her clever 
tongue held in position by the gag was an experience I 
wanted to enjoy again. 

"You did that beautifully, Noriko-chan," I said as she 
lay on her back and looked up at me, her eyes 
sparkling. "And whipping you was a real joy." 

"Ar-rr-gh ..." she replied, looking down her body 
towards her breasts. The pretty nipples were still 
firmly erect. I stroked then, tweaked them, pinched 
them. 

"Arh ..." 

"Yes, I think I must do something for those," I said. 
"You remember I told you about special clamps that you 
can wear all the time?" 

She nodded vigorously. 

"I was going to let you have them at a later session. 
But you're making such progress in your training I 
think you should have them now. They're very, very 
painful - but you're advanced enough to enjoy them." 

I rolled off the bed and left her alone while I 
returned to my torture-chamber. From a drawer in the 
side-table I took a small box. These things were 
expensive and I bought them as gifts only for very 
special girls - but Noriko had earned hers. 

I went back to the bedroom. How nice it would be, I 
thought, to come in here and unexpectedly find a girl 
like Noriko, helplessly bound and handcuffed, a gift 
from a friend perhaps, lying on my bed ready for me to 
do anything I liked to her! Well, why not? It was all 
a game, and I could pretend ... 

I sat on the bed beside her and opened the box. I 
showed her the little square frames, made of polished 
steel, and demonstrated how the little wheels on each 
side could be turned to clamp the metal bars together 
tighter and tighter, torturing the nipple they 
embraced ... 

"Ar-rrh!" 

"Yes, I think you'll like them. But there's no point 
in asking you how tight you want them. I'll just have 
to guess!" 

I inserted first one nipple and then the other into 
the pretty instruments, turning the mechanism only a 
little way, enough to hold them in place. They lay 
flat against her breasts and would be undetectable if 
hidden by a bra, or worn under the thick fabric of her 
school uniform. Then I encouraged Noriko to sit up and 
lean against me, while my hands reached round to her 
breasts and began to tighten the little wheels 
simultaneously. Her ecstatic noises and wrigglings 
told me how much she was enjoying it. 

"More?" 

"Ar-rrh!" 

Another turn to each wheel. And another, until I 
decided to stop. The clamps were still some way short 
of the maximum pressure, which many girls found an 
almost unbearable degree of torture; but it was for 
Noriko to experiment, once I chose to free her hands, 
and find the degree of constriction she liked. 

Torturing this delightful girl, and fantasising that I 
had found her unexpectedly in my bed waiting for my 
sadistic attentions, had aroused me again. I was too 
impatient to subject myself again to the agonisingly 
slow torment of her lovely tongue on my cock, and told 
her I wanted her pussy. It was uncomfortable for her 
to lie on her back with her hands padlocked behind 
her, so I lay on mine and she straddled me. She began 
by stroking the underside of my cock maddeningly with 
her pussy-lips, then at last allowed me to enter her. 
Her cunt-muscles gripped my cock delightfully and 
rippled along its length, and she knew how to spin out 
the pleasure by stopping whenever I was dangerously 
close to coming. She had learnt a lot from her lovers, 
I thought - whether at those sex-parties or in 
after-school sessions! I rewarded her by occasionally 
giving her nipple-clamps a little extra turn, and she 
responded to the pleasure of the increased torture by 
wriggling her breasts prettily. At last I could stand 
it no longer; she pulled away from me, slid down my 
body and let me come wonderfully over her decorated 
breasts. 

At last we recovered and I climbed from under her. I 
helped her to her feet and unlocked and removed her 
wrist- and ankle-cuffs. I undid the straps of her 
harness. Needless to say, the moment her hands were 
free they flew to her breasts and began to experiment 
with the clamps, turning them to even higher settings 
and letting out wordless cries of pleasure. I wanted 
to leave her for ever decorated with the steel clamps 
and gag: she looked so charming and happy in them. But 
then I led her to the bathroom, removed the gag and, 
despite her protests, unscrewed the nipple-clamps. We 
showered slowly and luxuriously together. 

I brought the cat with the leather thongs with me from 
the bathroom and tossed it casually onto the table in 
the drawing-room. I helped Noriko into her shoes 
again: I love to see a girl in sexy high-heels - 
especially when she's not wearing anything else. Then 
we lay on the sofa in each other's arms. 

"Can I have my nipple-clamps again please?" asked 
Noriko. 

"Not just yet." 

"Why not? I'm going to wear them _always_." 

"Always?" 

"Yes. Now that I know how lovely they are. All the 
time. Except perhaps in the bathroom." 

She stroked her breasts, pinching the nipples and 
making them stand up firmly. It was an attractive 
sight. I reached for the cat. 

"Let me whip them a while first," I said. "Your 
breasts, I mean." 

"Ooh, yes please!" 

So she arranged herself over the arm of the sofa, her 
back firmly supported and her head hanging down; and I 
whipped her breasts with the nine leather thongs while 
she squealed and gasped with joy. 

"Ooh, that was lovely!" she said, when at last I could 
do no more. "You do such wonderful things to me! Will 
men always want to make love to me the way you do?" 

"Of course. You just have to ask." 

"Ohh! It's just too amazing ... beautiful! You make me 
_so_ happy! I never knew it was possible for a girl to 
have such lovely feelings! Mr Cat, and my clamps ... 
may I have my clamps again now?" 

"Yes, why not? I left them in the bedroom." 

She skipped out on her heels and soon returned with 
the little steel instruments fixed to her breasts. She 
squatted on the sofa in front of me and made me watch 
while she adjusted them tighter, tighter and yet 
tighter. 

"They're _so_ beautiful!" she said. "I never want to 
take them off! They give me such a wonderful 
feeling." 

"You look beautiful wearing them," I said. "I like to 
see my girls nude but decorated, if you understand 
what I mean. Heels, clamps, chains ..." 

"Mm'mm! Nice! Do you like piercings too?" 

"Oh, yes. Nipple-rings, navel decorations, pussy-rings 
..." 

"Can I have those?" 

"It's difficult for a young girl, I know," I said. 
"Parents ... teachers ... they object. It's such a 
shame. Nothing enhances a girl's beauty and sexuality 
more. Or guarantees her more lovers." 

"I don't think my parents would mind. But yes, 
teachers ..." 

"Until you're old enough to run your own sex-life, 
you'll have to use decorations that are removable. 
Like those." I gestured at the clamps beautifying her 
breasts. "They're almost as nice." 

"Just almost?" 

"Well, the nice thing about piercings is that they are 
permanent. A girl can never take them off even if she 
wants to. Once she's had them fitted she is telling 
everyone who sees her that she is a complete sexual 
being and wants to be treated as one." 

"You mean ...?" 

"That there's nothing in her life that matters to her 
more than sex." 

"Oooh ... well, how could there be?" 

"But just for the moment you'll have to wear removable 
decorations. Till you're a bit older, like I said." 

"Tell me what piercings I should have then. When I'm 
old enough." 

"Well, of course, rings fitted to your nipples. They 
look lovely, and feel lovely, and you can hang pretty 
decorations from them. You know, like fancy 
earrings." 

"Can I wear clamps too?" 

"Oh, yes. You just have to tell the man who fits the 
rings to fix them well back so there's room for the 
clamps. But if he knows his job he will anyway." 

"How about pussy-rings?" 

"Well, the same, really. In the lips of your pussy. 
Several each side, if you like. And you can hang 
things from them too." 

"Can't I have those now? The teachers would never 
see." 

"Male teachers might," I said. "But _they_ certainly 
wouldn't mind." 

I smiled at her as the implication sank in. A sexually 
active and nicely developed girl like Noriko was bound 
before long to attract the attention of men obsessed 
with little schoolgirl Lolitas. 

"Tell me about navel piercings," she said after a 
pause. 

"Well, what the experts usually do is fix a hook on 
the inside of your navel. It looks quite discreet, but 
you can hang all sorts of pretty jewellery on it when 
you go to parties." 

"Oh, how lovely! I want all those things! But you 
think I have to make do with removable ones for now?" 

"I'm afraid so." 

"Will you help me get them? May I wear them when I go 
to parties with you?" 

"Of course. It will make the men feel so good looking 
at you wearing them." 

She twisted the wheels of her clamps even tighter. For 
a moment the spasm of agony made it impossible to 
speak: she tossed her head back and gasped at the 
intense feeling she was giving herself. 

"And it makes me feel so good wearing them," she said 
at last, in a small voice. 

"You know Noriko, you're very special." 

"Am I?" 

"Most Japanese girls enjoy pain. But it always takes a 
while for the pain to turn to pleasure. They scream 
and beg for mercy to begin with. Then suddenly the 
change happens and they start screaming and begging 
for more. It's a lovely moment." 

"I don't do that, do I? It starts feeling fantastic 
straightaway." 

"I know. That's what makes you special. You're unique 
- a Special Case." 

She smiled happily at me. 

"Are we going to another party tonight?" she asked 
suddenly. 

"Yes." 

I hadn't realised that I had already decided. 

"And can I wear my decorations - my clamps?" 

"Yes, of course." 

"Lovely. And now will you whip me again please? 
_Really_ hard? All over? Make me feel fantastic and 
_so_ happy ready for anything you want to do to me? 
You and the men at the party tonight?" 

"Of course. You do say the nicest things." 

== 

One of the regular sex-parties to which I had a 
standing invitation was held every Saturday night by a 
man who specialised in sadism. He was the leader of a 
group of fellow sadists; and had a devoted following 
of girl masochists, all young and very pretty, whose 
lives revolved around the exquisite experiences he and 
his friends gave them. At these Saturday sessions they 
acted as slaves, providing him and the guests with any 
service they desired. I had attended a few times but 
it had been made clear to me that I was expected to 
bring an eager victim with me when I did. Tonight I 
would be able to. The lovely prospect of Noriko, so 
keen but so innocent, being subjected to the very 
advanced tortures in which that sophisticated group 
specialised, becoming helplessly addicted to such 
experiences and prettily begging her future lovers to 
grant her them - well, it made me feel quite romantic. 
Of course I didn't tell her what to expect. Part of 
everyone's pleasure would come from watching her 
surprise and delight when she found out. 

When I had done whipping her, she sat on my face for a 
while as I pleasured her sweet clitoris and sucked up 
the nectar from her cunt-lips; then she tried to 
suffocate me with her plump breasts, still rosy from 
the whip; and when I begged for mercy made me lie 
still while she rewarded me with her expert pussy and 
tongue. 

"_Why_ does it taste so good?" she said in a rather 
sticky voice. 

I laughed. 

"The Gods made it like that so that girls would want a 
lot of it," I said. 

"Does my juice taste as good to men?" 

"Well, _I_ certainly love it. As I hope you've 
noticed." 

At last she stopped licking her lips and sat up. 

"What shall we do next?" 

"Well, I thought we agreed we would go to another 
sex-party this evening." 

"Ooh, lovely! At the same place?" 

"No, we're going somewhere different. For a rather 
different sort of party." 

"How different?" 

"Wait and see. Anyway, time's getting on and you must 
be dressed for it." 

I hadn't been with Noriko long enough to have equipped 
her with any special party clothes; but I had a closet 
well stocked with pretty sexy items bought for other 
girls and left in my care to protect them from prying 
eyes at home. I was fairly sure I could find things to 
fit her. 

After she had washed her face, hands and pussy and 
brushed her hair, Noriko stood naked before me in the 
bedroom while I prepared to decorate her. The only 
shoes she had were the ones she had worn at the 
previous day's party: black, with slender high-heels 
and held to her feet by a broad band across the toes 
and a little ankle-strap. So we started with those. 
She looked sexy in them - especially wearing nothing 
else, of course - but I thought we could do even 
better. I hunted in the closet and produced a pair of 
fetish boots in silver leather. The girl I had bought 
them for had small feet like Noriko. It pleased me to 
recall how lovely and helpless she had looked in these 
boots. 

"These are your size, I think. Try them. But if 
they're not right for you say so. Once they're on 
you'll probably be obliged to keep them on a long time 
..." 

She looked at them, fascinated by their possibilities 
of sexual display and arousal. They were laced up the 
front, extending half-way up the lower leg, and had 
slender steel six-inch heels designed to force a girl 
onto her highest tiptoes; the front of each boot was 
fully enclosed, so that there would alas be no display 
of pretty painted toes, but was made wide so that she 
could spread her toes comfortably. Noriko sat on the 
bed and slipped her feet into the boots, drawing the 
laces as tightly as the she could over her feet and 
ankles. I helped her stand and wheeled the mirror over 
to her. 

"Ooh, they're lovely! And they feel _so_ good! But can 
I walk in them?" 

"Try." 

I supported her as she tiptoed across the room, taking 
tiny steps. One of the heels was a little longer than 
the other, which imparted a delightful wiggle to her 
pretty bottom. After a while she waved me away and 
showed that she could manage on her own. The 
precarious stance and the tiny, helpless steps made 
her look exceptionally desirable. She noticed my 
erection and giggled. 

"Well, they do wonderful things to me, and wonderful 
things to you; if they have the same effect on all the 
men at the party I'm in for a busy evening!" 

"Are they comfortable?" 

"Yes, in a way. They feel _right_. I must wear them!" 

"Then that's settled. Now I must choose other things 
for you that will match." 

I started with a broad collar in silver leather which 
buckled snugly round her neck: it was decorated with 
metal D-rings offering various possibilities for 
restraint and bondage. Then I found a pair of long 
silver sleeves: they were like gloves but left her 
hands free for stroking cocks and other love-making, 
ending in a little loop round each middle finger and 
laced tightly up her arms in a way that echoed the 
laces on her boots. 

She looked at herself admiringly in the mirror. 

"Ooh, I _do_ look nice! I hope the men at the party 
will like me ... No bra or panties, I suppose?" she 
added, trying to sound casual. 

"No bra," I agreed, "but I have some rather special 
panties for you to wear." 

They weren't really panties: just a narrow leather 
triangle fitting snugly over a girl's cunt-hair and 
pussy, but lacking the usual tiny strings round her 
waist and up the cleft in her arse. This apparent lack 
of support made the little triangle especially 
intriguing to the viewer, even more than a teasing 
g-string would be. Rooted in the leather was a fat 
dildo which could slide smoothly into the girl's pussy 
and be held there firmly by her cunt-muscles. It 
always amused me to watch a girl wearing this 
decoration. When a girl goes to a sex-party wearing 
ordinary panties she looks forward to taking them off 
or having them removed by her first lover of the 
evening; but wearing this - well, let's call it a 
crotch-piece - she is so aroused by the thick dildo in 
her pussy and concentrating so hard on gripping it 
with her cunt-muscles that she is reluctant to remove 
it! I had found this clever decoration in a shop 
specialising in fetish gear for pretty girls, and - 
knowing that no girl I dressed in it would ever give 
it back - had bought a stock in various colours. I so 
hoped I still had one in silver. I did; and Noriko's 
pleasure when she understood how it worked was a 
delight to see. 

"That's about enough, don't you think?" she said, 
flirting with herself prettily in the mirror. 

"Just one more thing." 

I produced a heavy metal belt and buckled it tight 
round her waist. 

"Ooh, yes ... nice!" 

I agreed with her. I was sure the hosts of tonight's 
party would be pleased with the present I was bringing 
with me. 

"Are you going to bind me again?" 

"No, I'll leave that to the gentlemen you'll be 
meeting tonight. They'll have their own ideas on what 
to do to you." 

"Ooh, how exciting!" said Noriko, in a little, breathy 
voice. "May I have my clamps now?" 

"I'm going to try something different," I said. "I 
think you'll like it. But of course you can keep the 
ones you had earlier. They are a present." 

"Oh, thank you! But will these new ones feel as 
good?" 

"I think so." 

They were a pair of little silver metal sheaths - 
little more than wide rings with a tiny hinge along 
one side - which fitted neatly over her erect nipples. 
A simple wheel below each sheath could be turned 
slowly ... ever so slowly ... to force the two halves 
closer and closer together and squeeze the nipple 
tighter ... and tighter ... and tighter with the most 
agonising cruelty. A delicious treat for a sadist 
toying with a helpless slave. 

"Lovely! Lovely, lovely! More, please - more, more!" 

As well as the little wheel each clamp had a tiny hook 
on which decorations could be hung. I attached a pair 
of silver bells suspended on little chains: they 
tinkled delightfully as Noriko swayed from side to 
side in her excitement. The tip of each nipple 
protruded from the metal sheath which gripped it. I 
picked up a soft brush and stroked them lightly. As I 
expected, the combination of agonising constriction 
and delightful tickling brought Noriko to ever greater 
heights of ecstasy. 

At last she came down from heaven and was eager to 
leave for the party. I fetched a coat, just long 
enough to cover her bottom, and persuaded her to wear 
it. Then I clipped a dog-lead into the front D-ring in 
her collar. I led her slowly out of the apartment, 
allowing her time to take the tiny steps forced on her 
by her fetish boots, and along the corridor to the 
elevator. 

"Why do I have to wear this coat?" she asked as we 
waited. 

"Well, we might meet someone." 

She giggled. 

"Would that damage your reputation, d'you think?" 

"I don't have one. All the other tenants know I'm a 
disgusting old _gaijin_ who exploits poor little 
Japanese girls. They're divided between those who 
disapprove and those who are insanely jealous." 

Before getting into the car, Noriko took off the coat 
and tossed it onto the back seat. 

"No, I'm not going to wear it any more!" she said 
firmly. "If people see me, I want them to see me the 
way I really am!" 

== 

Our host for the evening was a wealthy man and his 
house was far more luxurious than the modest apartment 
in which we had enjoyed the previous evening's party. 
I knew from earlier visits that his regular guests 
included some famous people who shared his 
sophisticated tastes; but I had warned Noriko that 
discretion was an absolute requirement. On our arrival 
the car doors were opened by two exceptionally 
beautiful girls each wearing the same outfit: a gold 
corset laced delightfully tight down her front and 
leaving her breasts uncovered, and a short gold skirt 
reaching to just below her pussy. Jewelled decorations 
were swinging sexily from the rings fitted in their 
pierced nipples and the hooks fixed in their navels. 
They of course belonged to our host's corps of 
slave-girls, though their uniforms were new since my 
last visit. 

The bells attached to Noriko's breasts tinkled 
prettily as she climbed out of the passenger seat and 
managed to balance on the tips of her boots. One of 
the girls drove the car away; the other looked 
approvingly at Noriko and showed us the way to the 
party. It took a little while as Noriko could take 
only tiny steps. 

"I think the Master will like you," she said 
encouragingly to Noriko. 

"Ooh, I do hope so!" said Noriko eagerly. "Is that 
what you call him, the Master?" 

"Yes. And of course you must do everything he tells 
you to do. He and the other gentlemen." 

"Of course!" 

"This is your first time here, isn't it? Have you ever 
been to a party like this before? You know, for 
gentlemen with very special tastes." 

"No, but ..." 

"You're very young. Are you sure you'll manage?" she 
asked. 

"Oh, yes, I think so. I've been practising with Bob. 
He has special tastes too ... and so do I ..." 

We were inside the house now, and the girl opened a 
pair of double-doors. I led Noriko by her lead into 
the big room where the parties were held. A tall 
middle-aged man came forward from the crowd of guests 
to greet us. He was wearing black slacks but his torso 
and feet were bare. 

"Good evening. It's Bob Williams, isn't it?" 

"Yes. Thank you so much for letting me come again." 

"You are most welcome. And who is this?" 

"This is my present to you and your guests. I hope you 
will enjoy her. Her name is Noriko. She is a slave, 
and tonight she is yours to use as you wish." 

Noriko looked at me, her eyes sparkling with 
excitement. I handed her lead to our host and stood 
back. He looked her over, patted her bottom and 
examined her fetish boots. 

"Those are nice," he said. "Are they painful?" 

"Oh, no! I mean, they're very tight - but they don't 
feel painful, they feel so nice." 

"Good." 

He petted her firm young breasts and examined the 
clamps squeezing her nipples. Watching her face with a 
slight, rather cruel, smile he gave the little wheels 
an extra turn, increasing the agony yet further. 

"Oooh! Ohh! Thank you!" said Noriko. 

"You like it?" 

"I _love_ it!" said Noriko. "It's beautiful!" 

He slid his hand between her legs. 

"Remove her panties," he ordered, to no one in 
particular. 

Two girls at once stepped forward. They were wearing 
similar uniforms to those worn by the girls we had met 
outside. As they attended to Noriko I noticed that 
their little gold skirts were cut away at the back in 
an inverted vee with the sides laced tightly together, 
leaving their bottoms partly visible, the laces biting 
prettily into their plump flesh and matching the tight 
laces down the fronts of their corsets. The silver 
chains and decorations swinging sexily from their 
pierced breasts and navels glittered in the lights. 
They quickly removed the scrap of silver leather from 
Noriko's crotch. 

"Oh, look!" said one of the girls, fingering the fat 
dildo which Noriko's pussy had been gripping. "How 
nice! How clever!" 

"Never mind," said the Master, obviously amused at 
Noriko's regret at losing it. "We'll find you lots of 
better things to put in there." 

He felt between her legs again. 

"Very juicy," he said, "though we don't know if that's 
from the pain of the clamps or the pleasure of the 
dildo she had in there. But we'll soon find out. Won't 
we?" 

With his free hand he lifted Noriko's chin and grinned 
sadistically at her, his face betraying all the 
pleasure he expected to have from torturing her. 
Noriko let out a little gasp of excitement. 

"Is it the pain that makes you so juicy?" he asked. 
"Or the pleasure?" 

Noriko seemed uncertain how to answer. Since erotic 
torture was a constant delight to her and she 
experienced it as pleasure rather than pain, she was 
not sure, perhaps, what he meant by his question. 

"When your lovers whip you, does it make your cunt 
drip?" 

"Oh, _yes_, sir!" 

"And will you enjoy it when _I_ torture you?" 

"Oh, sir - will you? Will you _please_?" said Noriko 
happily. 

"Take her to the torture area," he ordered; "fit her 
with wrist- and ankle-cuffs and a pair of 
stretcher-bars, and hang her from one of the 
ceiling-hooks. But don't whip her yet. We must make 
her wait for it, and long for it, and look forward to 
it. Then she'll enjoy it all the more. Won't you, 
slave?" he said, suddenly grinning evilly at Noriko 
again. 

"Yes, Master - oh, _yes_!" 

He was silent for a moment, considering her. 

"Why are you here, slave?" 

"To give pleasure to you, Master," said Noriko at 
once. "And to all your friends." 

"Good. And you know what our pleasure is?" 

Noriko could only look at him, her eyes sparkling and 
her mouth half open. 

"It is our pleasure to torture innocent young girls. 
Are you ready for that?" 

"Oh, _yes_, Master! If it is your pleasure it will be 
my pleasure too. I want it too - so much." 

"Take her away and prepare her." 

I knew the lay-out of this big room from my previous 
visits. The Master didn't use a separate 
torture-chamber - or perhaps he did but only for 
taking his private pleasures with specially favoured 
victims. Since the point of these big parties was the 
spectacle of pretty nude girls being subjected to the 
most delicious tortures, it would hardly make sense to 
require the audience to squeeze into a special room. 
Everybody wanted to watch, and enjoy the swishing of 
the whips and the erotic screams of the victims. The 
front part of this big hall, where we had entered, was 
laid out with sofas, couches and mattresses for the 
convenience of guests who wanted to fuck each other - 
although here too the elegant, sophisticated theme was 
continued, a variety of whips and canes being laid out 
for lovers to use on each other as they liked. But at 
the back of the room was an array of whipping frames, 
suspension harness and so on. Some of the equipment 
was already occupied. There would be continuous 
activity here throughout the evening, girls squealing 
and writhing in their ropes and chains as male guests 
- and some female, too - took turns in whipping and 
caning them. The Master, of course, would be in his 
element here, choosing a favourite slave and using her 
for a virtuoso performance, varying the style of his 
whipping and bringing into use more sophisticated 
equipment until the lucky girl was floating in a 
nirvana of total orgasm from which she would never 
want to return. I wondered if Noriko would be the 
favoured one tonight. He was clearly intrigued by her 
innocent enthusiasm. 

The two slave-girls were leading Noriko to the torture 
area, urging her not to hurry as she tiptoed along in 
her boots. She had plenty of time, they assured her: 
the evening's fun had only just started. I followed, 
trying to establish that she was my girl without 
insisting on it. 

"Is this her first time?" a young woman asked me. 

I looked her over before answering. She was slim and 
elegant in her high heels, dressed only in a little 
open bikini made of black leather straps and silver 
chains. 

"Yes," I said. 

"That's very generous of you," she said. "Bringing her 
here and letting us give her her first experience. 
Instead of keeping it for yourself, I mean." 

I had meant that this was Noriko's first time as a 
slave at a sado-masochistic sex-party, not her first 
ever time under the whip. But I decided not to bother 
correcting the misunderstanding. I smiled at her as I 
moved on. 

"I'm sorry - but I do want to watch this." 

"Of course you do." 

"But see you later, I hope." 

"Oh, yes, I do hope so," she said, flirting her body 
at me, the little chains tinkling prettily as they 
emphasised the near-nudity of her breasts and pussy. 

When I caught up with Noriko she had already been 
fitted with cuffs and stretcher-bars which forced her 
into a helpless star-shape. A strong chain was being 
lowered from the ceiling and the two girls were 
hooking it to the centre of the bar holding Noriko's 
wrists apart. One of them then pressed a button on a 
control and Noriko was slowly lifted up until the toes 
of her boots were only just in contact with the floor. 

Suddenly the two girls turned towards the main area of 
the room and bowed. The Master was approaching, 
accompanied by two other men carrying whips. Like him, 
they wore only black slacks. They looked fit and very 
muscular. Would it be their job to whip Noriko for the 
Master's pleasure - and hers? 

The Master stopped in front of Noriko. After checking 
that she was as tautly stretched as she could be 
without being swung completely off the floor, he 
walked right round her and then faced her again. 

"You look very nice like that," he said. 

"Thank you, sir," said Noriko in a very small voice. 

"Does it feel good?" 

"Oh, yes, sir - very." 

"A little too good, perhaps." 

He looked again at the tight metal sheaths tormenting 
her nipples and, ignoring her protests, unscrewed 
them. He handed them with their little bells to one of 
the girls, who examined the clamps with interest; then 
petted Noriko's breasts, playing with the hard nipples 
as they tingled with returning feeling. 

"You can have them back later. Or something like 
them," he said. "You must have something to look 
forward to. A little bit unsatisfied, a little bit 
frustrated - girls look their best like that." He 
patted Noriko's taut, flat stomach. "No piercings?" he 
asked. "Not yet? You should have them done. It's nice, 
don't you think?" He reached out and took one of the 
slave-girls by the waist, making the glittering 
decorations hanging from her breasts and navel swing 
and flash in the lights. "Don't you think?" he asked 
again. 

"Oh, _yes_, sir!" said Noriko. "Very nice. If _you_ 
like it ..." 

The Master looked Noriko over again. 

"I think we can improve on that collar," he said. 

One of the girls at once removed the silver leather 
collar with which I had decorated Noriko. Without 
needing to be told further, she brought forward a 
metal collar with several intriguing attachments. With 
the help of her colleague she fitted it snugly round 
Noriko's neck. There were metal rods like antennae 
fixed to the collar, one standing up on each side of 
her face. 

"Now the gag," said the Master. A girl passed it to 
him. "Have you worn one like this before?" he asked 
Noriko. 

"No, sir," she replied. 

It was a strange device: a ring of metal with four 
short curved rods growing from it, and a strap to bind 
round the back of Noriko's head. 

"You see, it stops you speaking or screaming much, but 
it holds your mouth open so we can put anything in it 
we want to ..." 

Noriko smiled. 

"I have worn something a bit like that. Leaving my 
tongue free. But not as beautiful as this one ..." 

"Open your mouth wide." 

He fitted the ring into Noriko's mouth behind her 
teeth. The four curved rods rested gently on her lips 
so as to hold the instrument in place. One of the 
slave-girls buckled the strap behind her head. There 
were adjustable clips on the strap and she fixed them 
firmly to the antenna-like rods standing up from the 
collar. With that done, Noriko's head was held 
tightly: she could not move a millimetre in any 
direction. 

"Does that feel good?" asked the Master. 

"Eh ... eh-e-y!" 

She delicately explored her rounded lips with her 
pretty cat-like tongue. The Master nodded. 

"Yes, I think that tongue will be busy before we've 
finished tonight." 

"Oo-oo!" said Noriko, her eyes sparkling. 

The Master moved away and the two men with whips took 
his place. Was Noriko about to receive the whipping 
she had been longing for? Not yet. In a refinement of 
sadism they planned to make her wait. Wait and watch. 
Opposite Noriko, facing her and within her line of 
vision, were three girls chained side by side in a 
wide whipping-frame. They were young, delightfully 
pretty and charmingly nude. One of the men spoke to 
them. 

"All right, which of you first?" he asked, swishing 
his whip sexily. 

"Oh, oh, not me, oh please ...!" begged the girls, 
pretending to be frightened. Or perhaps they really 
were. Either way, their fear was most arousing and I 
longed to see the whipping begin. 

"Which do you think is the prettiest?" the man asked 
his companion. "You choose." 

The other man looked the three girls over carefully 
while they cringed and begged charmingly for mercy. 
Did they realise how their pretty pleas stimulated the 
sadistic desires of the men preparing to torture them? 
Perhaps they did and were playing their parts 
deliberately so as to increase the ecstasy to come. I 
glanced at Noriko who was watching with interest. She 
had never begged for mercy - had never thought that a 
girl about to be granted the bliss of a whipping might 
do so. 

"Hanako's arse is the nicest," the man said at last, 
indicating the girl on the right. 

"Have you had it?" 

"Not yet. I'm planning to tonight. But it will feel 
all the nicer - for both of us - if it has been really 
well whipped first." 

He walked round the frame and took up position behind 
Hanako who was almost speechless with fear - or 
anticipation. I could just make out her whispered 
"Please - oh, please!" Whether she meant "Please, 
don't!" or "Please do it to me!" she probably did not 
know herself. 

Standing a little to her left, at the edge of the 
frame, Hanako's lover raised the long black cat and 
flicked it lightly over her bottom. She squealed and 
flinched charmingly. He petted her bottom with his 
free hand, reached round and pulled her to him. 

"You'll love this, Hanako," he said into her ear. "You 
know you've been longing for it. But I want to hear 
you scream and beg for mercy. I like that. And you can 
scream as much as you like, I won't stop. The more you 
beg me to stop, the harder I'll whip you. And if you 
scream really nicely, later on I promise I'll fuck 
your arse. It will be your first time, won't it? 
You'll enjoy that. Losing your second virginity to a 
nice big cock while everyone watches." 

He released her and started. She swayed to and fro, 
screaming and pleading, as the nine lashes caressed 
her bottom and thighs, elegantly encircling her hips 
again and again. He was an expert whipper, giving her 
time to feel each stroke fully, and moving up and down 
giving the cat access to her pretty breasts and slim 
legs as well as to her arse and hips. 

The other man moved to the girl on the left. 

"Don't be jealous, Ryo-chan," he said. "You know I 
love you best. And if you really, really please me I 
have a treat for you. Two friends will join us and 
we'll have a lovely foursome." 

He took up position behind her a little to her right 
and began to whip her, using a back-handed action so 
as not to get in the other man's way. Soon she too was 
screaming and swaying, while the girl in the middle 
cowered and tried to avoid being caught by the tips of 
the lashes. But soon she too had her share of the 
pleasure: the cats were long enough to embrace two 
girls at once, and the men shared her, taking it in 
turns to whip two girls and then one, tossing the one 
in the centre from side to side. 

At last I remembered Noriko. I tore my attention away 
from the enchanting sight and sounds before me and 
looked at her. Of course the stretcher-bars and the 
metal collar and gag held her motionless, but her eyes 
were sparkling and she was breathing quickly. I knew 
without being told that she was longing to be whipped 
herself, already tormented by being forced to wait 
while the other three enjoyed their sublime 
experience. 

Suddenly I felt two arms embracing me from behind. 

"Enjoying yourself, darling?" said a sexy voice. 

I turned and saw the pretty woman who had spoken to me 
earlier. 

"Very much," I said. "They look lovely, and their 
screams are so charming! But my date Noriko will look 
- and sound - even lovelier when her turn comes." 

My new friend was still wearing her open bikini 
decorated with pretty chains. I fondled her breasts, 
pushing the little chains aside. She kissed me, her 
tongue in my mouth. She tasted good. 

"Do you find it arousing, watching girls being 
tortured like this?" she asked, as we came apart. 

"Very. And you?" 

"Oh, yes! Watching them enjoy themselves is almost as 
exciting as being whipped myself." 

"Well then ..." 

There was a low couch against the wall near the 
whipping-frame with its three squealing and squirming 
victims. We walked to it; and then without speaking 
pushed it into the centre. She helped me out of my 
shirt and trousers and we lay down together. I 
fingered her pussy between the little chains: it was 
wet and juicy. I licked my fingers. 

"You like it?" 

"I _love_ it," I said firmly. 

I lay on my back and she squatted over my face, 
looking down my body so that as I licked and sucked 
her cunt she could stroke my cock. With my face buried 
in her crotch I couldn't see the whipping, but just 
the sound of the girlish screams mingling with the 
sexy "swish ... swish" of the whips created charming 
background music. 

It had been quite a while since I had fucked a mature 
woman. My missionary work in Japan brings me into 
contact with young girls who are trembling on the 
brink of their sexuality, having discovered only the 
standard delights offered by the newly developed 
sensitivity of their pussies and arses. It is my 
vocation to guide them gently to previously unknown 
areas of desire hidden deep inside their 
consciousness, where they can satisfy delicious lusts 
they had never dreamt were possible, and which will 
give endless joy to themselves and to their eventual 
lovers. Often I think of one of my former pupils and 
wonder what has happened to her: how her sexual 
appetites have developed and whether she is still 
enjoying the special techniques we explored together. 
It would cost me only a phone call to ask her on a 
date so she could show me the progress she has made; 
but then there is always another young girl waiting 
nervously at my door, persuaded by a more advanced 
friend to call on "Bob-sensei", not knowing what she 
wants but aware that she wants _something_, and 
longing for me to show her what it is ... 

Wouldn't it be satisfying, I thought as I tickled her 
hard little clit and sucked up the thick nectar 
dripping from her pussy, if this young woman had once 
been my pupil, and taken her first steps towards 
becoming a fully developed sexual being in my 
apartment? Someone must have taught the innocent young 
beginner, and she had gone on to polish her skills on 
the bodies of hundreds - perhaps thousands - of 
willing lovers. And she had made it clear that, for 
her, sexual pleasure included the delights of the 
lash. Someone must have taught her that too, when she 
was young and receptive, applying the first loving 
strokes to her quivering flesh as she wriggled and 
squealed, wanting more but not knowing how to ask for 
it - had it perhaps been me? 

She was dripping fast now, and pressing her cunt hard 
onto my mouth. The little chains decorating her open 
panties tickled my face. Suddenly she pulled away and 
swung right round to face me. 

"Oh, what a beautiful cock!" she said softly. "Just 
lie still and let me make love to it." 

She squatted expertly over me. With one hand she 
gently flattened my erection against my stomach, and 
with the other held the little chains away from her 
cunt. Then she began to slide her wet pussy slowly up 
and down the sensitive underside of my cock, teasing 
me and refusing to let me enter her. It was a lovely 
sensation - surely I had once known a girl who always 
liked to tease me like that? Then at last she held my 
cock upright and slowly, very very slowly, impaled 
herself on it with a sigh of pleasure. My cock pushed 
its way between the little chains, which tickled its 
sides delightfully. For a while she remained still, my 
cock fully inside her, only her well-trained 
cunt-muscles rippling along its length. Then she bent 
forward and kissed me, her thick hair falling over my 
face. She kissed me messily, her tongue in my mouth; 
then with our combined saliva licked my face. 

"You like that?" 

"Yes, very much." 

"You like being underneath? Having to let me do 
whatever I want to you?" 

"Yes," I said cautiously, uncertain where this was 
leading. 

"Would you enjoy being helpless while I use you every 
perverted way I know?" 

"Well," I said, "perhaps - when we get to know each 
other better ..." 

She laughed, with a hint of triumph I thought; then 
kissed me again, her tongue tickling my palate 
delightfully. 

"But you like tying up girls and doing dreadful things 
to them? You perverted sadist?" 

I decided that was intended as a compliment. I would 
take it as one anyway. 

"Of course," I replied. "But they like it too." 

"Yes. We all do." 

She turned her face away and looked again at the 
whipping-frame where the three little nude girls were 
still squealing and writhing prettily under the two 
men's expert whipping. I raised my head a little and 
looked over her shoulder at Noriko, still motionless 
in her bonds and gazing across us at the three girls 
with fascinated longing. I knew she was desperate to 
be tortured herself - like that, and in many other 
ways. 

"It's so nice to hear them," said my partner. "In such 
agony - and enjoying it so much. I just love hearing 
girls squealing and whips swishing round them. And 
being fucked while I listen. That's why I like parties 
like this. Watching them caned is even nicer - hearing 
them scream and beg for mercy." 

"Yes, of course. Without knowing that's what they're 
doing. I find it incredibly arousing. Don't you?" 

"Yes. Very. But best of all is doing the whipping 
myself. Don't you agree?" 

I meant didn't she enjoy being whipped herself, but 
she misunderstood me. Perhaps deliberately. 

"Uh-huh. Doing the whipping myself is good." 

"Girls or men?" 

"Both, darling. Both - you'll find out when we get to 
know each other better." 

"I look forward to it," I said politely. "Especially 
me whipping you. I'm sure having you bound to that 
frame would be incredibly arousing." 

"Now you're making me want to come," she said. 

She kissed me again, then sat up and began to rise and 
fall on my cock. Her cunt was tight and 
well-disciplined, driving me perilously close to 
orgasm. But I was determined to be master and oblige 
her to come first. After about thirty agonisingly 
pleasurable strokes she began to whimper, then to cry 
out; she fell forward, her hands leaning on my chest, 
her fingers grabbing my flesh, squeezing and twisting 
it as I would do to a girl. The pain added 
delightfully to the pleasure she was giving my cock, 
but also helped me to hold back my orgasm. At last she 
came, screaming with joy as spasm after spasm racked 
her body. A few of the people watching the whipping 
turned to look at us, smiling and sharing our pleasure 
in each other. Still I managed to cling to the side of 
the mountain, not letting myself reach the summit. 

"Oh, _thank_ you!" she gasped; then suddenly pulled 
away from me, slid down the couch and took me in her 
mouth. Her expert fingers and tongue did not take long 
to bring me to climax, and I spurted passionately into 
her mouth, shouting and screaming as she had done. She 
took her time over licking me clean. When at last she 
had milked every last drop of sperm from my cock she 
wriggled back up towards me and let me watch as she 
played with it: letting it drip on her fingers, 
licking them clean, opening her mouth wide so I could 
see the white cream coating her tongue. At last she 
swallowed it, slowly and lasciviously. 

"That was _lovely_!" she said, licking her lips. "And, 
you know, I'm sure you've been in there before. I 
never forget a man's flavour." 

"I think so too," I said. "But that was a while ago, 
and you're much, _much_ better now." 

She giggled. Then suddenly she began to get up. She 
looked so beautiful standing there - her legs made 
even more shapely by the high heels, her thick hair 
falling onto her shoulders, the little open bikini 
with its pretty silver chains only pretending to hide 
her breasts and pussy - that I wanted to fuck her all 
over again. I sat up on the couch and reached up to 
stroke her firm arse. 

"What was that you said about whipping?" I said. 

"Yes," she said, deliberately misunderstanding me 
again. "It's time, I think. The Master and his friends 
are coming to torture your date. You won't want to 
miss that! I certainly don't. They may let us join in, 
once they've got her well started." 

I stood up. I didn't bother to put my clothes on. 
Things had changed while we were occupied with our own 
pleasure: only the middle girl was still hanging in 
her bonds in the frame. The other two girls and the 
two men had disappeared. The man who lusted after 
Hanako's sweet virgin bottom was no doubt now enjoying 
it, pink and enticing and fresh from the whip; while 
Ryo-chan - what was she doing in the promised 
foursome? Taking the three men at once in her three 
holes, perhaps, or something equally pleasurable. 

"Here they come!" said my friend. 

It was quite a procession. The Master headed it of 
course, and with him came two other men, both wearing 
the masters' standard black slacks and bare above the 
waist, and three of the slave-girls in their pretty 
uniforms. Two of the girls had their arms full of a 
fine varied collection of whips and canes, while the 
third was carrying a bag - no doubt filled with sweet 
instruments with which to torture and beautify a 
girl's helpless body. Noriko is going to enjoy this, I 
thought! And so am I. 

The thought was making me erect again. The slave-girls 
glanced at me sideways and giggled. Did they too get 
plenty of fucking and whipping on these occasions, I 
wondered? Or was it their pleasure to be just that, 
the Master's slaves? 

"Take her down," the Master ordered. "Remove the 
stretchers. Place her on a prie-dieu." 

The three girls deposited their equipment on the couch 
my friend and I had been occupying. Two of them 
wheeled it back to the wall out of the way while the 
third busied herself with the controls of the 
suspension equipment. Soon Noriko was standing before 
us, her eyes sparkling with excitement and 
anticipation, looking very desirable in only the metal 
collar and head restraint, the heavy metal belt I had 
buckled round her waist - and of course the tight, 
constraining fetish boots in silver leather and the 
matching silver sleeves. She wriggled a little, making 
tiny movements with her bound feet, preening herself 
and showing herself off. I wondered what the Master 
had meant by prie-dieu; but soon a high-backed kneeler 
was produced. Noriko was ordered to kneel on the low 
platform, and lean forward over the padded upright. 

"Tie her hands," ordered the Master. 

The slave-girl in charge of the bag of equipment 
hunted inside it and produced a heavy padlock. The 
others quickly locked Noriko's wrist-cuffs together, 
high up behind her back where her hands would be out 
of the way of the whips. The two deputy masters walked 
over to the couch and carefully chose their 
instruments: one a beautiful cat, its long slender 
strands decorated with knots and little glittering 
metal points; the other a long flexible cane. They 
stood where Noriko, her head still immobile, could see 
what they had chosen for her pleasure. This was going 
to be good, I thought. 

The Master was removing his slacks. 

"Now, Noriko," he said. "You're new to this, so I'll 
explain. You will suck me. But of course with your 
head restraint you can't use your lips, and with your 
hands bound you can't use your fingers to stroke me. 
You have only your tongue. Do your best! But I guess 
it will take a long time. While you are doing it, the 
two masters here will be whipping you. The longer it 
takes you to make me come, the longer you will be 
whipped. Do you understand?" 

"Eh, irr!" 

"Are you ready?" 

"Oh, eh, irr!" 

"A little whipping, first, I think," he said to the 
other men. "Just to get her in the mood. After all, 
she's been waiting for it quite a while." 

The two men nodded, and at once the beautiful cat 
began to embrace Noriko's bottom and thighs. It made a 
lovely sound, the usual sexy swishing combining with 
the pretty tinkling of the tiny metal decorations. 
After it had kissed her, hard and slow, five or six 
times, the other man took over and began to decorate 
her bottom with the more accurate strokes of the cane. 
Only then did the Master, his cock already pointing at 
Noriko's wide-open mouth, take a step forward and 
place it inside. At once her tongue began to embrace 
it, swirling round it, teasing it ... 

It took, of course, a long time - even longer than it 
had taken for me to come in her mouth earlier in the 
day when she had been wearing a simpler version of the 
present gag. She seemed in no hurry: the cane sizzling 
down on her bottom in slow regular strokes was giving 
her so much pleasure, and her Master had warned her it 
would stop once he had come. The man with the cane 
tired before she did, and gave up his position to the 
man with the cat. But of course Noriko was able to 
pass on her pleasure to her Master as she licked and 
caressed him, and at last he began to reach his 
climax. He grabbed her head and pushed her open mouth 
even more deeply onto his erect cock, her swirling 
tongue and pulsating throat-muscles making him come at 
last. 

The Master withdrew, leaving Noriko with the problem 
of holding his sperm in her mouth without being able 
to close it. She leant backwards, further and further, 
till her head was horizontal, her hair hanging down 
and her body bent into a beautiful but precarious 
curve. Two of the slave-girls stepped forward to help 
her, one holding her shoulders while the other freed 
her wrists from the padlock. Noriko let her arms fall 
and rested her hands on her ankles. Seeing an 
opportunity, the girls locked her wrist-cuffs to her 
ankle-cuffs, forming her into a lovely circle 
supported only by her knees on the low platform of the 
prie-dieu. 

Meanwhile Noriko was gazing at the ceiling, her tongue 
exploring her wide open lips. I could see her throat 
moving as she swallowed in little sips, relishing the 
creamy cum she had coaxed from the Master's cock. At 
last it was all gone. 

"Well done, Noriko-chan," said one of the slave-girls. 
"You did that very nicely. I think the Master is 
pleased with you." 

"Ah oo," said Noriko in a sticky voice. 

The two girls began to free her from the metalwork, 
both the gag and the collar, which had held her head 
immobile and her mouth open. 

"Oh, that was _so_ wonderful!" she said, when at last 
she could speak clearly. "And it feels so lovely! Can 
I stay like this?" 

"Of course," said one of the girls. "As long as you 
want ... or until the Master wants you to do something 
else. Why don't we take the prie-dieu away so everyone 
can see you better?" 

Quite a group had gathered round Noriko, enjoying the 
lovely, and exquisitely painful, curve of her body. 
One of the girls helped her lift her knees from the 
little platform while the other removed the prie-dieu. 
Then Noriko was lowered gently onto the carpet, her 
body from knees to shoulders forming a partial circle 
completed by her silver arms and pretty fetish boots, 
her wrists and ankles padlocked together. The 
slave-girl then blindfolded her with a black mask. 

"Oh, I want to stay like this!" said Noriko again. "It 
feels so good!" 

"It looks good," said one of the men who had been 
whipping her. 

"Is it painful?" asked the other. 

"Oh, yes - _yes_! It's wonderful! So good ... oh, so 
_good_ ..." she added dreamily. And then, after a 
pause, in a little pleading voice, "Won't you please 
hurt me more?" 

The second man turned to me. 

"She's your date, isn't she?" he said quietly so that 
Noriko could not hear. "It's time you had a turn." 

I walked over to the couch where the slave-girls had 
left their equipment and chose a simple cat of narrow 
leather strips. While I was doing that the girls 
attached the ends of a chain to two of the loops of 
Noriko's metal belt. A hook descended from the 
ceiling; the girls passed the chain over it, then 
raised the hook again, pulling Noriko into a yet more 
perfect circle. I brought my cat and dangled the 
lashes onto Noriko's face. 

"Kiss it," I ordered her. 

"Yes! Oh, I _love_ Mr Cat!" mumbled Noriko, trying to 
catch the lashes between her lips. 

She let her head fall right back, her body arched and 
supported by the chain attached to her belt, so that 
her pretty breasts became the highest point in her 
tight curve, pointing yearningly upwards. The elegant 
circle formed by her tormented body was now almost 
perfect. I lifted the cat and began to tickle her 
breasts with the tips of the lashes. Then without 
warning I raised them above my head and brought them 
down hard. She shivered in her bonds and let out a 
delighted squeal. I whipped her breasts again and 
again, varying my rate and tormenting her by making 
her wait, tickling her and then suddenly lashing her 
with all my strength. 

But the extraordinary beauty of Noriko's agonising 
pose was arousing me unbearably. Glancing round 
between strokes I saw my new friend standing close to 
me and enjoying the pretty sight. I remembered she had 
said she enjoyed whipping as well as being whipped, so 
I suddenly passed her the cat. Quickly she stepped 
forward and took over without missing a beat. I moved 
round to where Noriko's head was dangling and 
presented my erection to her upside-down mouth. She 
welcomed it at once, closing her lips on my shaft and 
caressing it with her clever tongue. 

It did not take me long to come. The whipping was 
sending shivers through Noriko which were relayed 
delightfully to me through her mouth. I just managed 
to avoid collapsing onto her as I spurted into her 
mouth and she sucked me dry. 

"Oh, is that you, Bob?" she asked as she savoured my 
cum and swallowed it. "I know your taste! I'm so glad 
it's you." 

There was movement behind me. I turned and saw the 
Master there. 

"Very nice," he said. "Very nice indeed. What a pretty 
pose." 

My friend who had been whipping Noriko's breasts 
offered the Master her cat. 

"No, I think we'll make her wait a bit. She can't have 
everything at once. Let her stay in that pose and 
concentrate on the pain of that." 

He took the remote from one of the slave-girls and 
raised the ceiling-hook a little. Noriko gasped and 
whimpered as she was bent even further and the pain in 
her back and shoulders intensified. 

"Yes, that _is_ nice," said the Master. "And very 
original. Perhaps we should organise a display next 
week. A row of you slaves set out like that, with 
guests invited to whip you and use you just as they 
like ..." 

The slave-girls giggled and murmured. Some looked 
eager for the treat but others seemed less certain. 

"All right, let's try something else now," he said. 
"Free her and take her to the bar over there." 

He indicated a thick horizontal wooden beam hanging 
from the ceiling. The slave-girls quickly detached the 
chain from Noriko's belt, released the padlocks 
holding her wrists to her ankles and helped her to 
stand. She tiptoed across the floor as fast as her 
fetish boots would allow, eager to know what new 
pleasures were in store for her. The slave-girls 
adjusted the height of the beam to be level with 
Noriko's shoulders and roped her elbows and wrists to 
it. Noriko stood there, her silver arms outspread, 
blushing prettily as the crowd of guests, slave-girls 
and masters admired her and openly discussed with each 
other the ingenious things they would like to do to 
her. 

"Oh, isn't she pretty!" said one of the slave-girls to 
the others. She stepped forward, held Noriko by the 
waist and kissed her. Noriko responded warmly. Soon a 
whole group of girls in their pretty uniforms were 
kissing her, petting her, stroking her breasts and 
bottom and thighs, and telling her how lovely she was. 
Their mouths and hands were everywhere. Their clever 
fingers flickered in and out of her cunt and arsehole, 
and they took turns to sit between her open legs 
kissing and sucking her dripping pussy. Noriko was 
radiant with lust and happiness. My own desire became 
almost unbearably strong at the pretty sight. I didn't 
only want desperately to fuck her: I was also 
fantasising about being treated in the same way 
myself - being tied up by a group of lovely naked 
girls who then teased me to the limit of my endurance 
... a memory was tickling my mind as I imagined it. 

I suddenly felt a skilful hand stroking my erection. 
The unexpected pleasure almost made me come on the 
spot. I tore my attention away from Noriko and found 
my new friend beside me again. She was fully nude now, 
having removed her pretty open bra and panties, and 
began to caress me with her nakedness, sliding her 
body against mine. Suddenly the memory became reality. 

"That's nice," she said teasing my cock along its full 
length. "Stay like that." 

"Yes, Natsuko-chan," I said. "Rock-hard, whatever you 
do to me. I can take it ... just." 

"Ah, you remembered at last, Bob!" she said. "I 
wondered if you would." 

"How could I forget? You and your friends and your 
Rock-Hard Club."[2] 

"Oh, yes!" she said, turning to face me, now holding 
my cock between her legs snug against the lips of her 
pussy, and stroking my chest with her hands and 
breasts. "Those were happy days." 

"You were very, very unkind to me," I said. 

"Unkind? We gave you a _wonderful_ time. And you were 
fantastically potent when we'd forced you to hold your 
erection for an hour without coming." 

"An hour and a half I went," I said proudly. "Or 
nearly. An hour of your teasing wasn't nearly enough 
for me." 

"Yes, I remember. None of the other men managed 
that." 

She was embracing me fully now, one hand stroking the 
back of my neck, a slim finger of the other feeling my 
arse before coquettishly entering my anus and 
retreating again, entering a little deeper and 
retreating ... 

"Could you still manage that?" she asked. 

"I could try. But I expect you're all even cleverer at 
teasing men than you were as little schoolgirls. 
_Oooh_!" 

The finger was now wriggling its way deep into my anal 
passage, delicately tickling and scratching as it 
went. 

"Are you still in contact?" I asked when I had got my 
breath back. 

"Most of us." 

"Er, Sachi for example?" 

"Ah, yes - you always fancied her, didn't you? Sachi 
with the sweet arse?" 

"Is it still as sweet and tight as ever?" 

"Perhaps not as tight as it was when you had it. A lot 
of cocks have been in there since then. She works for 
me in the escort agency that I run. She's very 
popular." 

"Still getting her arse fucked every night?" 

"Well, that's up to her, isn't it? And her customers. 
We never _promise_ our escort girls will definitely 
perform any specific service. But I'm sure she does 
because she loves it so much. So do her customers. 
Lucky girl." 

She had stopped teasing my anus and now pulled a 
little away from me. Her clever hands were stroking my 
cock and tickling my balls. 

"We ought to have a reunion," I said, knowing only too 
well what I was letting myself in for. 

"Mm'mm. Nice. I'll speak to the others and arrange 
something. I know where we can borrow a deserted 
warehouse where we can tie you up with no risk of your 
being rescued." 

Somehow, after watching Noriko's happiness at being 
teased and petted by the slave-girls, and experiencing 
a little sample of what Natsuko and her friends could 
do to me, I didn't find that as bad an idea as I 
perhaps should have done. 

"It won't be easy to find a time, though," she was 
saying. "We're all quite busy. The sex industry is 
booming. I do free-lance work at special clubs most 
evenings." 

"I thought you said you ran an escort agency." 

"I do, but that's only part-time. I'm out late most 
nights and can't work all day as well." 

"I'm glad to hear you're all doing so well." 

"I think we should set you a new target," she 
continued. "How about two hours? Two hours of 
rock-hard erection while we do everything we can to 
make you come. Are you up for that?" 

"Oh, yes," I said unwisely. "But if I fail you'll let 
me try again, won't you?" 

"Sure. As many times as you like. But to encourage 
you, when you pass we'll organise honorary membership 
for you at some of the sex-clubs where we work. Then 
you can have us whenever you want to." 

"That would be lovely." 

"_When_ you pass. Remember, two hours. With us doing 
everything we know to break your resolve. And we know 
_much_ more than we did as schoolgirls!" 

She slipped my cock between her legs again and stroked 
it maddeningly with her pussy-lips. 

"I can't imagine anything nicer," I said. 

"We all owe you a lot," she said. "You and the other 
men who came to our Rock-Hard Club." 

"That's very nice of you, but ..." 

"Oh, yes. You made me understand that the thing I 
loved best of all was teasing men with my nudity. 
Teasing them till they couldn't stand it any more. 
Then taking the consequences!" 

"And I found I loved being teased. And you were the 
most fantastic tease I ever met. You all were." 

"And once I'd understood _that_," she went on, "I 
decided the moment I was free I wanted to work in 
strip-clubs. In nude hostess bars. Anywhere so long as 
I could be nude and tease men till they just _had_ to 
have me." 

"It's just wonderful that there are girls like you," I 
said sentimentally. "So many. All over Tokyo." 

"Yes. But now I think you should pay attention to your 
date." 

The slave-girls had stopped making love to Noriko and 
were standing in a respectful group, awaiting orders 
from the Master. Noriko was gazing at him longingly. 

"It's time we clamped your breasts again, don't you 
think?" 

"Oh, yes! Yes please!" 

A slave-girl wheeled forward a piece of equipment, 
standing it in a position where Noriko could not see 
it. She handed the Master a pair of small metal clamps 
with long electrical wires attached. Noriko gasped as 
he fixed them to her nipples and adjusted the 
mechanism. The wires hung from her breasts in an 
elegant curve, and connected her nipples to the 
machine. Next came a slim metal dildo which slid into 
place in her arsehole. This too had a wire curving 
away and leading back to the machine. I knew of course 
what Noriko had to expect, but she did not. It would 
be fun to watch her find out. 

The Master turned to give further instructions to his 
slaves, and Natsuko quickly stepped forward and 
whispered in Noriko's ear. She smiled and nodded 
vigorously, their discussion lasting a little while. 
Then, as Natsuko moved away again, the beam to which 
Noriko was tied began to rise till her feet were 
completely off the ground and she could swing freely. 

The Master and the slave-girls joined the rest of us 
as we stood laughing and chatting, waiting to see 
Noriko's torture begin. There was a slight humming 
from the machinery and Noriko let out a little scream. 
Obviously it was transmitting electrical shocks to her 
breasts and arse in an elaborate pattern, the length 
and intensity of the shocks varying in a way she could 
never predict. One of the spectators explained to me 
that the machine could also control the mechanism in 
Noriko's nipple-clamps, varying the intensity of their 
bite on a similarly random pattern. How lovely for 
her, I thought. 

But something seemed wrong. Instead of her usual 
delight in such painful stimulation, Noriko was 
screaming and begging for mercy. "No, no! Don't! Oh, 
spare me! Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!" she 
was crying between her squeals of pain. She was 
wriggling too, her body swinging from side to side 
from the bar from which she was suspended. 

I turned to the Master, wanting to tell him Noriko was 
in real trouble. Never had I known her behave like 
this when under torture - torture which was normally 
her greatest delight. But Natsuko caught me before I 
could speak. 

"Don't worry!" she said urgently. "It's all right. I 
told her to do that." 

"What, scream and beg for mercy?" 

"Yes. You know you men love it when we girls do that. 
The more we scream and beg you to stop, the more pain 
you give us. That's why we do it, of course! It's 
wonderful. So I told her, 'Please the Master, and the 
others, by imploring him to stop hurting you. The more 
prettily you beg him, the crueller he'll be,' I 
said." 

"Oh, you are clever!" 

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? It's nice to hear a 
girl enjoying it, but screams of pain are _much_ more 
stimulating. Aren't they?" 

"Of course. But it's not easy to tell the difference 
between acting and reality." 

"Come on, Bob, you know us Japanese girls better than 
that. There _is_ no difference." 

Noriko's tactics were obviously working. A slave-girl 
wheeled the machinery close to the Master, who, 
stimulated by Noriko's performance, was using the 
controls to increase her suffering. The other 
spectators clapped, watching her writhing and 
listening to her screaming with obvious pleasure. 
These were, I remembered, very experienced and 
sophisticated sadists who had spent years watching 
innocent nude girls delightfully tortured for their 
pleasure. Perhaps they could even detect, as I could 
not, that Noriko was deliberately adding to their 
enjoyment by her pleading. 

The Master gave an order, and several guests stepped 
forward, choosing instruments from the selection 
offered by the slave-girls. They stood round Noriko, 
helpless in her bonds, and prepared to whip her and 
cane her. As the first lashes curled round her, she 
screamed even louder and begged even more piteously, 
the whips making her swing more widely from her beam 
so that she seemed almost to offer herself to each 
whip in turn as it prepared to take its chance to 
embrace her lovingly. 

But even Noriko could not continue for ever pretending 
not to love what she most adored. As the whipping 
increased in intensity, she stopped begging for mercy 
and started pleading for yet more. Her screams of 
agony became squeals of girlish delight, and her cries 
changed to "_Kimochi ii-ii_!" ("It feels so-oo good!") 
and "_Itchau! Itchau_!" ("I'm coming! I'm coming!") 

It was an amazingly erotic performance and I was not 
the only spectator to need urgent sexual relief. 
Natsuko was still teasing me; but I was not under test 
by her and her friends yet. I held her firmly. 

"I have to fuck you, Natsuko-chan, I have to!" I said. 

"Oh, yes, Bob - yes! Fuck me, fuck me - you must!" 

We collapsed onto the floor, joining the tangle of 
bodies already possessed by the erotic charge in the 
room. The memory of little Sachi, put into my mind by 
Natsuko's reminiscences, obsessed me. 

"Turn over!" I commanded. "I want your arse." 

"Oh, no! Oh, _yes_! Oh please! Take me!" 

She quickly gave my cock some lubrication, then turned 
and lay on her front with her knees doubled up, the 
classic submissive position of a girl offering her 
anus to her lover. Soon her screams and my groans of 
fulfilment joined the chorus of pleasure filling the 
big room. I could still hear Noriko's voice overriding 
everything, leading and inspiring our happiness. 

== 

"You must bring her again," said the Master, formally 
handing back Noriko - bathed, perfumed, refreshed, and 
(I could tell) eager for more - to my care. "You 
really must. Or perhaps," turning to Noriko, "you'd 
like to join my corps of slave-girls." 

"That would be nice," said Noriko respectfully. "Do 
they get lots of, you know, whipping and fucking?" 

"Of course. And when they leave me they are ready for 
leading jobs in the sex industry. It's quite a 
training course we run here! But you need to get your 
piercings done first. Like they have. Breasts and 
navel." He turned back to me. "She's a very remarkable 
girl. She really loves pain, and doesn't have to wait 
for it to turn to pleasure. It's pleasure from the 
very start. Right from the first stroke. She's a 
Special Case." 

"I know," I said. "Unique." 

"She was acting towards the end. Pretending to want us 
to stop so as to make us want to hurt her more. I 
could tell. But she's very clever. It was remarkably 
stimulating." 

Noriko smiled, then blushed and looked down modestly. 

"Well, take her away and enjoy her. But bring her back 
so we can all enjoy her too." 

"Would you like that?" I asked Noriko. 

"Oh, yes! I'd _love_ it! You know I would. I've had a 
marvellous time. But it's not over yet, is it?" she 
asked anxiously. 

"Well, it's only Saturday night," I said, "and I don't 
have to take you home till Sunday evening." 

"I want to spend the rest of my time with you," said 
Noriko firmly. "Do you have equipment like that?" she 
asked, gesturing vaguely towards the electric shock 
machine. 

"Oh, yes. Not as elaborate as that, but yes." 

"And whips, canes - lots and lots of them?" 

"Yes, in my torture-chamber." 

"Well, that's where we're going. I want you to whip me 
- and fuck me - and whip me - and fuck me - and whip 
me while you fuck me, and fuck me while you whip me - 
and then start all over again. Come on! And I hope 
you're not tired, because I'm not and I don't want to 
waste a single moment." 

I followed her obediently towards the car. It was 
going to be a long night. 


FOOTNOTE

[2] For an account of the dreadful things naughty 
little Natsuko and her equally naughty little 
school-friends did to me when we were all younger 
please see _Unfinished Affairs_ Chapter VIII. Then you 
can also go on to read about the dreadful things I did 
to her and to little Sachi as a reward for their 
naughtiness. And now they and their friends are 
rewarding me in return ... 


[Next in Part 02: Fujiko: The Shop Assistant] 

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