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The Story of L

By: rearended



For six sweaty, tangled months, they played at B&D. He, her stern, experienced Master. She, trembling and shaking through it all, unable to stop herself, a moth to flame.

One day she came unraveled. Running scared, she fled his domain, fled his control, drove out of his life.

For the next ten long years, she moved through her life as in a dream. The "good" mom. The "example" in the restaurant she ran 80 hours a week. Community events and meetings. But at night, oh at night, she moaned and twisted, sliding her treacherous hand beneath the sheets to find and rub frantically her hard little fuck button. Scenes with Master flashed through her head, a sex movie in fast forward. 

His cruel, tight mouth and mocking eyes as he secured her bound arms to the hook in his living room ceiling. And sitting on the toilet with a vibrating metal butt plug crammed up her ass, and his cock crammed down her throat, trying in vain to pee.

Yes, she was that kind of slut. 

Finally, sitting late one night listening to the rain and comtemplating her situation, the woman she had struggled to become warred with the nasty slut she was. The nasty slut won.

The realization propelled her off her chair like a rocket. Groaning, she gave herself over to the wave of raw lust that had churned through her for the last ten years. 

She yanked her panties down around her ankles, grabbed a thick, plastic-handeled spatula from the kitchen drawer, and shoved it up her rectum. Rooting frantically through the laundry room, she came up with two prizes: clothespins. Pulling her nipples up and out, she attached the biting creatures to each one. Shuffling into the living room with her panties still pooled around her ankles, and feeling like the slut that she was, she lay panting on her side on the sofa, and dialed his number on her cell.

After ten years of aching need, she still carried that number burned into her brain.

He answered. She hesitated a moment, and then fucking the plastic in and out of her naughty back hole, she asked,"Do you know who this is?" His deep, evil chuckled came to her ear as he paused to blow the smoke from his cigarette out of his mouth. "Of course," he responded drily. "How could I forget a shameless slut like you?"

Perceptive as always, he quizzed her, "And what are we doing right now?" Silently, she continued reaming her brown little hole with the hard spatula handle, reveling in the sight as it protruded rudely from her ass. Into the long silence he breathed, "Ah, so it's like that, is it?" He lauged knowingly. "What did you stick in there this time, slut? Probably anything you could get your greedy hands on, I'd bet," he continued.

"Get up!" he commanded harshly. "Pull it out right now, whatever it is. Pull your filthy panties up and drive over here." He added cruelly, "You know where to find me. Oh, and if your pussy's not shaved, well, you know the rules." With that, he hung up on her.

Shivering, moaning with the hot, dark need tearing through her clit and asshole, she waddled through the house with the spatula still lodged tight in her rectum. She showered, holding the spatula in her secret hole, moaning as she pinched and twisted her clit and lips while shaving her pussy. Her mind shouted at her to hurry, hurry. Pulling out the spatula, she dried off and brushed out her long, dark hair. Her empty anus pulsed and throbbed, begging her to shove something, anything in there while she dressed in her low-cut, black spandex dress.

Across the freeways and the rain-soaked city lights she drove, barely aware. Her newly shaved cunt reacted to the cold night air, underlining her coming vulnerability. Arriving, it was as if she watched herself from afar. She parked and locked the car, and with her stomach dropping like a stone, she knocked on her Master's door.

The door slowly opened, and the careful cruelty that filled his domain like an aura washed out over her in a flood. She turned as if to flee. "Come in," he said, taking her arm. He led her in and shut the door with a final click.

His cat-like eyes rested on her with lazy assurance. A thin, cruel smile twisted his lips. His gray hair shining under the soft lights, he commanded: "Life your skirt and bend over." Jerkily, she did as he bade.

As he observed her naked ass and ran his finger along her hairless slit, he told her "good girl". He flicked her clit hard causing her eyes to water. "Spread your ass and show me that dirty little secret you've been abusing without my permission." Shakily, she spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her wrinkled anus to his hungry eyes. The little opening was puckered from the earlier attentions of the spatula, and twitched under his steady gaze.

"Look at that!" he admonished, gathering her hair and yanking her head up until her eyes met his. "You're a little anal whore, aren't you? Your dirty little hole is still glistening from whatever toy you lubed up and inserted earlier. What was it, slut? A candle? A cucumber?"

"A spatula," she answered in shame.

"A spatula?" he exclaimed disbelievingly. "You really are a dirty girl who needs her little anus stretched, aren't you? Well, my dear, a spatula is a thin joke. Your master knows what you need. Your beady little browneye gazing at me so innocently will soon be a gaping cavern, open and begging for my cum. Ask your Master for what you know you need."

So saying, he moved to the red suitcase on the coffe table, unzipping it to reveal its contents. It looked like a BBQ grill utensil set, except if was filled with an array of anal plugs, dildos, vibrators, clamps, weights, gags, chains and handcuffs. "I'm waiting," he said, selecting two cuffs and snapping one on each of her wrists.

Still bent over, her sphincter tightening against the punishment to come, she raised her agonized eyes to his merciless ones, forcing the words out, "Please, Master."

Selecting two more cuffs, he snapped one on each ankle. "It will go very hard for you indeed if you cannot do better than that immediately," he informed her flatly, removing a length of chain from the box of pain. Swallowing convulsively, she begged, "Please, Master, fill my asshole with a giant dildo, and fuck my mouth."

Securing her wrists to her ankles with a length of chain and a padlock, he dangled the key in front of her eyes. "Hardly inspiring, my dear. Allow me to inspire you," he said, tucking the key securely into the pocket of his jeans. Selecting a stout, wooden paddle dotted with cruel holes, he slowly, deliberately walked around behind her. 

"Spread your ass," he ordered. As she reached behind her and spread the two globes wide, he swished saliva around audibly in his mouth, and spit right onto her waiting asshole. It clenched tightly in shock. With spit running down her back crack and legs, he began his diatribe:

"Remember this?" he asked her, waving the paddle. "Remember we crammed a rubber plug in your ass and a vibrator in your dripping pussy, then secured it all with your tight panties?" Her cunt ran with juices as he recounted the tale, but she shook inside, as she knew what was coming next. "We dressed you in nothing but your panties and a long coat, and ushered you down yo the adult toystore to select your Christmas present. Remember?" he prompted her as he caressed the trembling flesh of her butt cheeks with the paddle.

"I remember," she softly answered. He drew his arm back, poised to strike. "Tell me, slut. Tell me what happened next."

"Master, I'm sorry!"

"Tell me, whore."

"In your truck you forced me to open my coat, and ride naked except for my panties. You handed me a tube of Colgate, and forced me to squeeze it on my clit and rub it in. With my clit burning, you pinched and twisted my nipples. You stuck one, two, then three fingers down my throat until I gagged."

Sternly, Master took up the tale. "And when we got to the toystore, I told you how much that paddle would hurt, how cruelly it would mark your white ass. But you didn't listen, did you? You were so over-the-edge and wrought-up, you chose that paddle, didn't you, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"And then what happened, slut?"

"When you used it on me, I ran away. And I didn't come back for ten years." She looked underneath her own pussy and ass, sticking up like that, trying to sneak a peak at his face. What she saw was not reassuring. Her Master, settling into a wide, baseball player's stance, informed her, "That's right, slave. And for that, you will pay."

And he swung.

Fire coursed through her upturned rear end as the paddle connected with soft flesh with a resounding whack. She screamed and tried to jump out of the way, but she was bound tightly. Her poor ass was raised high in the air, inviting more blows. 

Smack. Scream. Smack. Scream.

Her soft buttocks morphed from white to fire engine red, dappled with the pattern of those vicious holes. 

Musing softly, Master said, "Strange, but I'd forgotten that you just never could take your punishment quietly. We can fix that." With that, he moved to the case and removed a round, black leather ring with two straps attached. "Open your mouth, bitch." He inserted the round, leather "O" in her mouth, stretching it wide, and tied the straps tightly behind her head. Stepping back, Master surveyed his handiwork. She gazed at him, eyes pleading, her jaws stretched wide in a silent, endless scream. His groin began to stir.

"Now, where were we?" he asked somewhat rhetorically, as she couldn't possibly answer. "Ah, yes. What is going to be forcibly inserted in your butthole? I have just the perfect instrument for you begging anal hole." From the selection arrayed before him, Master picked out the case with the anal training kit, opening it up for her inspection. Three anal plugs lay nestled therein. She could see the online advertisement in her mind's eye: "Small for beginners. Medium, recommended. Extra-large for those experienced in anal play only. 7 inches long and 4 inches wide."

Roughly yanking out the extra-large dong, he addressed her matter-of-factly. "Now, I know you're not ready for this, but the way I see it, you had ten years of training offered that you didn't avail yourself of, and now you're behind, so to speak. So, I'm jumping forward ten years to the point where you should be, and you are going to take it, bitch." He held up the monstrous tool.

Eyes flicking to her helpless, stretched mouth, he laid the tip of the rubber tool against the leather ring at the entrance. She began to gag as she smelled the rubber and anticipated what was coming next. Slowly, inch by inch, he slipped the fat rubber cock into her open jaws. When the tip of the monster caused her to gag, he pushed hard and it popped down her throat. She gagged and began to fight. Master counted slowly to ten, then eased the ebony shaft from her throat and out. Emerging tantalizingly, it glistened from her saliva. Wet strands of her spit were hanging off it, and dripping onto the floor.

"Mmmmm," he murmured as his cock grew in his jeans, parked right in front of her eyes. "You're such a whore, you're giving me ideas," he said. "But first, where were we? Oh, yes. Your hungry bunghole is waiting for a good reaming, now isn't it? Get ready, bitch, because you're taking it all up your chute, and it's not coming out until tomorrow."

With the dripping, huge phallus in his right hand, he glided behind her, pinching one dangling nipple on the way by. As she gasped in pain, drooling a little, he spread her ass cheeks wide. He laid the tip of the thick shaft against the tight ring of her anus. Slowly, he pushed the shining member in. One inch, two. She groaned and fell to one side, snapping her head left and right like a labrador shaking off water.

"Take it, bitch!" he ordered her. He steadied her with one hand, not needing to hold her ass cheeks open anymore, as the width and depth of the huge member were doing the job for him. His strong left arm provided leverage as he impaled her with his other hand on the enormous plug. 

Three inches, four. She was grunting and squealing now. Tears leaked from her eyes and streamed down her face. They ran down her hanging tits and erect nipples like a river, forming a dark wet circle on the light tan carpet. 

He continued to pull on her body with his left arm, while working the giant schlong down into her rectum with the right. The tight hole had almost disappeared under the onslaught of that thick rubber cock. 

Five inches, six. Her rectum met the flare at the base of the plug. She knew what was coming. She screamed and cried to no avail, the tears flowing in earnest now as he struggled to push the huge flared base past her resisting ring of skin. With a wet pop, the cock finally slid home. Seven inches of round, hard rubber filled her quivering bowels.

He opened her quivering buttocks and invaded her with his eyes. The black oval of rubber lying snug between her spanked red buttocks looked better than good, especially since he knew that behind that little black base protruding from her violated anus lay seven inches of hard ass plug painfully filling her rear tunnel.

"Now, my little cocksucking whore. You're slammed and crammed on one end. Master's going to give you what you crave to fill the other." Unzipping his pants to the background music of her snuffles and moans, he came around to her wet face. Yanking it out of his jeans, he fisted his hard cock in his hand.

Grabbing her hair in one hand, he slowly fed her his glorious tubesnake, slithering it past the leather gag and down the back of her throat. Completely immobile, bound and impaled upon that huge prick from behind, with her mouth stretched wide, she could do nothing but take all of his cock down her throat. He facefucked her, enjoying the freedom, the hot, velvet openess of her mouth and throat.

He jerked his hips in earnest now, hard and fast. He drew his wet dick all the way out till the bulbous head rested on the very tip of her tongue. Then he thrust it in hard and deep till her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Yanking her head and bucking his hips like a stallion, he moaned his release as he spurted jet after jet of hot, sticky cum down her throat.

Withdrawing from her still-open mouth, he wiped his sticky, damp prick across her eyes, the cum adhering to her eyelashes, then finished cleaning himself off with her hair.

He unchained her, removing the gag. Slipping his belt from its loops, he wrapped and fastened it around her neck. Leading her casually with one hand, he laughed cruelly as she stumbled awkwardly in her four cuffs, the big dildo still crammed up her ass.

Laying her back on the bed, he secured her wrists to one of the bedposts, lightly rubbing her clit and raking it hard with his fingernail. When he had her bucking and begging to come, he removed his hand and slapped her in the face.

"There will be no cumming for you, slave. You will sleep with your clitty on fire and your ass stretched in burning pain. Tied tight, you can do nothing to relieve yourself as I diddle your clit and facefuck you throughout the night."

"In the morning, you will suck my balls and rim my asshole for one hour. At the end of that time, if you have been a good girl, and you ask pretty, I might just fuck you in your filthy whore's ass."

"But then, tomorrow's another day..."

The Story of L: Boy Meets Slave



This is a follow-up to my Linda In The Darkroom. Please click my name above to read that story from my story list.

I've mentioned in my first story about Linda that she was by far my first sexual teacher. This made the role reversal she had in mind that afternoon even more interesting -- and exciting.

Linda lived in a large Victorian house that was way too big for one person. Because it was winter, there were bedrooms that were shuttered to conserve heat, and we were in her oven-warmed, cramped kitchen, sitting at the table and drinking coffee, having just finished a quiche for two she had skillfully made in a specialized cast iron skillet. Mostly, we were trying not to admit that we didn't want to chat as much as fuck. I had twice before in the last two weeks followed her upstairs to her bedroom and had slow, wonderful sex with her.

But this time she led me up the stairs and directed me past the master bedroom to a room at the top of what I had assumed were attic stairs. The room had a conventional door, though, one that she used a key to unlock (pretty odd since she lived alone). Stepping inside I saw that it had a slanted ceiling and a dormer. Its window provided the only light, shining through the bland white curtain. This was a very nondescript guest bedroom, but with no bed.

Being an overcast winter Sunday afternoon, the grey daylight illuminated a room plainly wallpapered and containing stacks of cardboard boxes along one wall, a big wooden trunk, a table with many candles, and along the opposite wall, what looked by its shape to be a sawhorse covered in an old bed sheet.

Linda removed the sheet as she said she wanted to show something that got her more excited than "just about anything else in the world," and that she hoped I wouldn't judge her harshly (as if I could, considering my recent, and sudden, sexual good fortune!).

I should have been more prepared for what she unveiled. It was a heavy, dark, wood and leather restraining device, complete with holsters and silver rings where things could be clipped and tied. It suddenly hit me that the room was being warmed by an electric space heater -- warmed for the play she was hoping would take place.

She said that she hoped I might someday feel comfortable strapping her to it and punishing her for being such a bad person. Since we had talked playfully before about S&M (always a topic initiated by her) she know it wasn't a particular kink for me. And I knew she liked the mix of pain and pleasure that a careful bite can inflict. But now she was telling me that there are benefits for those who like to play along.

As though to demonstrate, she slid to her knees and bowed at my feet. This was starting to freak me out, especially since she was so strong and assertive in the classroom and in our budding friendship. Without raising her head, she asked me to grip her hair. Speaking to me feet, she said "Take my hair hard and make me suck you."

This was especially surprising since, with all the oral sex that I performed on her, she hadn't yet leaned over once to suck me. I had assumed it wasn't her thing. She had, the last time we were in her bed, grabbed and stroked my cock for a long time as I laid, spoon-like, behind her. As she did, she'd hinted at coming attractions, by rubbing the head of my cock seductively against her puckered asshole, before guiding me into her wet pussy. She repositioned my cock so I could slide into her pussy, but not before she said, in her most assertive but tender voice, "Soon." I knew that my first anal fuck would be with Linda. The thought made me giddy.

Now my fingers of one hand were entwined in her short brown hair and I was lifting her face to the fly of my jeans. She unbuckled me and pulled my pants down with my underwear in one motion. I let go of her hair, but she took both hands now and placed them on the sides of her head.

She looked up at me, inches from my cock, with a desperate expression. She was trembling slightly. "Make me. Don't let me stop." Then, by way of demonstration, she opened her pretty mouth wide, and, extending her tongue, took two of her own fingers and moved them down her throat until it was clear that a "normal" woman would be retching. Instead, there was nothing but a slight watering of her eyes, which were fixed on mine as though it was up to me to save her life.

Some guys would have thought the prospect of deep throat would be a dream come true, but I was less thrilled at the prospect. I had seen Deep Throat, of course, and I was amazed at the ability of a woman to overcome their gag reflexes, but the dominance symbolism really didn't turn my crank. Now was my chance to see if there was something there I couldn't have anticipated.

There was.

I knew she wanted me to be rough, so I took her and guided her with some force onto my cock, all the way. As she promised, she took me to the hilt, and, by way of guiding me, she held my buttocks so she was lingering there, unable to breath. To my surprise, the sensation was incredible. Her throat was constricting slightly over the head of my cock, and her tongue was licking the underside of my cock and balls.

I released her to allow some air, then began a slow fuck of her mouth. A recently published sexual memoir, called The Surrender, mentions that taking a man deep makes the blowjob particularly wet. I couldn't have known that at time time, but experienced it then with Linda. This was by far the sloppiest blowjob I'd ever experienced, and that too was more intense than I could have imagined.

The slick, wet, warm motion brought me to a huge climax. My load shot deep into her throat, and the spasms caused me to jackknife over her and nearly fall. When it was over, I noticed her thick saliva had literally flowed off of my balls in a sheet, spilling onto my crumpled pants and making a small pool on the hardwood floor next to them.

As I sat down, recovering in the corner, literally reeling from the orgasm, I noticed I was on the wooden trunk. I was trying not to look so blown away by the experience, and was busying myself, taking my pants off over my stocking feet.

Linda was stripping as well. She was explaining that her ex-husband had "trained her" to take his cock in any fashion he wanted, including orally. To demonstrate, she climbed onto the restraining table, and she leaned back on it to show how her head would be the lowest part of her body when she was in that position. Similar to someone laying back on their bed, where only their head is unsupported and is flopped back, she showed how it straightened her throat and made it more of a target for rough fucking.

I had suspected over the weeks that Linda might be into some mild S&M play. I had no idea.

But Linda was also disarmingly sincere and, now that I had "claimed" her throat, unapologetic. I was still a little knocked off-balance, though, and I explained to her that I'd feel better if we took things slowly. "How did you and your husband start out with this play?"

She told me a story that was incredibly exciting. He was working in his family's furniture store while he was studying pre-med, and he had taken her there one night after hours. The story she told really warrants another story until itself (stop back at my blog to learn when it is released), so I will fast-forward to the end, where she said she realized at the end of that BSDM session that she needed this play to have a truly complete sexual release.

I of course asked if she went in for the whips and spankings that come with being tied up as well. With that, she asked me to look in the trunk. When I looked I saw it was quite a toy chest!

It had whips, a paddle, and a large fishing tackle box (I shuddered at the sight of it, but she saw my expression and explained she isn't into piercing or anything that can leave a mark). When I opened that tackle box, I found some very puzzling "toys." Lots of lengths of surgical grade tubing. And many heavy-duty hemostats -- scissors-like medical implements which are used to secure tubing with a click, and otherwise hold items in their vice-grip like jaws.

Finding something a little less violent looking, I pulled out a medium- sized butt plug.

"Want to try it on?" she said playfully. I said I'd prefer she model it for me. We agreed to take the tackle box to the bedroom, which I suspected (and I was correct) would make me feel more at ease with the direction our afternoon was taking.

Once there, she handed me the plug and a tube of K-Y. "You've got to lube the whole shaft. Use a lot." As I did that, she took a dollop and inserted a couple of fingers in her ass. She talked about her ex making her wear a butt plug as an extended form of foreplay, and the general reason for them. "There are two rings in the ass," she explained, and she had me slide a finger in to feel them both, one right at the entrance, and another one deeper, at about the second knuckle or so.

"The outer one is one we can control. But the inner ring has a mind of its own. It's the butt plug's job to tell it who's boss." I felt her inner ring loosening already, but she nonetheless guided my other hand, with the plug, over to her pale, shapely buttocks. She was kneeling and bending forward on the bed, and as she pressed her head sideways on the bedspread, I saw that she was enjoying every moment of me taking control.

I moved the plug into place and by centimeters pushed it home. At a key point, the widest part was past her inner ring and her asshole drew the plug into place. I took a moment to admire the exquisite ass she was presenting to me. I especially noticed how wet her brown bush and pink lips were, half-hidden by the base of the plug. I leaned forward and licked the nectar from her swollen clit.

She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, so I could get better access to her amazing pussy. The complex folds of her lips were intoxicating. Like a fragrant walk through a labyrinth garden, I found every variation of her vulva a further invitation to lick and suck.

I quickly brought her to her first orgasm of the day. But instead of us continuing then, she told me to wait while she got "fully dressed." Since she was naked, I was a little puzzled. I was also hard again, and ready to fuck her right away.

She came back with my clothes and hers. Taking a cue from her, I dressed along with her. She wiggled into her underwear, which had a slight bulge because of the butt plug still firmly in place. Then her jeans. When I next looked up, after putting on my own shirt and pants, I saw she was on her hands and knees again. Next to her was (will the afternoon's surprises never cease) a dog collar and leash.

Oh my.

I led her back down to the kitchen by her leash, now clipped to the collar around her neck. Interestingly, I immediately knew what she needed. Before holding the leash, I was following her instructions. With it in hand, I was the master. I led her to the living room (sheer blinds drawn, thank God!) and told her what album I wanted her to play. I told her the song track I wanted her to set the needle onto, and then instructed her to dance for me. Who knew a leash in hand can transform a sexual neophyte into a dominant master!

She danced seductively for the duration of the song, being careful, I now realized, to avert her gaze, even when I was talking to her and expected a reply. She was completely submissive to me.

I asked her if she had any photographs of her tied up. She wordlessly went to the bookshelf, and, pulling down a thick collection of short stories (something innocuous like a Willa Cather collection). She opened it and spilled out a half dozen Polaroids. I looked them over with growing excitement.

The colors of the photos seemed hyper-real and vivid. Or maybe it was the way the colored bedspread framed her pale skin. She was spread eagle on the brass bed we had just left, completely naked and blindfolded. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to the rails of the bed frame with that surgical tubing, clipped together with the hemostats. Clever. And almost unbearably sexy.

In the last two shots, she was face down, now with both of her wrists bound together and attached to one post at the head of the bed, and the other two ankles spread severely. In her ass was the base of a blue object (another butt plug?) and her back and buttocks were cross-hatched with red whip-marks.

Right then I wanted nothing more than to replace that butt plug with my throbbing cock. I looked up at Linda, who was still bowing, and I told her she was a pig for letting her husband do that to her. She needed to be disciplined. (Bizarre logic, but what the heck. She loved it).

We were soon back upstairs, where I was mastering the art of binding a petite woman to a large bed with medical equipment.

I started with her face up so I could slowly tease her nipples and breasts. Then I tortured her for a while with feather-light licks to her wet, exposed clit.

Finally, I flipped her over and re-fastened her, so I could slowly pull out her butt toy. I knew enough to lube myself before slowly sliding into her tight hole. I sure it was just that she was so ready for me, but she seemed to receive me with the same inward-pulling force I had seen when the plug was inserted. I was soon pounding her ass fiercely.

She moaned and grunted gutturally into the bedspread, and, although I never thought I'd allow myself to get into spanking, I knew she wanted it, so I added the sting of my hand to the thrust of my cock. By the time I exploded into her ass, her right buttock glowing red. Linda was biting the bedspread to help muffle her screams of pleasure as she convulsively orgasmed. The spasms from her ass milked my cock dry.



The Story of Lady Kala Ch. 1



She sat alone in the forest. The canopy only allowing sun light to break through in limited rays. She sat on a stump in the middle of one of those rays.

She was kind of small, about 5'5" with a somewhat slim figure. As She sat there writing in her small, leather covered book, her reddish-black hair reflecting more purple in the light of the sun than red or black, she heard a noise like that of foot falls on the under brush.

Her back tensed as she sensed the approaching visitor, for all she could sense was the stranger's approach and nothing more. She dared not turn around, for fear that whoever was approaching would be angered if she did.

Finally the footfalls stopped, no more than three feet behind her. She still could not tell who the stranger was, but she could feel the smile he (or she) had on their face.

She was petrified and started to panic when she sensed his (yes definitely a man she thought) hand coming toward her shoulder. She couldn't move and if she griped the pen she was holding any tighter, she would have broken it.

When his hand connected with her shoulder, she almost jumped out of her skin.

"Why so jumpy little one?" Said the man behind her, almost laughing.

She calmed down instantly, and turned to face him. "You startled me M'Lord, that is all." She told him while placing her arms around his neck.

"And why is that my dear? I know you sensed me coming."

"That I did M'Lord Greyon, but my skills are not fully developed. I could only sense someone was approaching, but not who approached."

"In time my dear, in time."

"M'Lord, if I may ask, what brings you out here?"

Greyon chuckled softly, and then reached to lightly stroke her cheek. "Well you my dear, I came looking for you."

At this she blushed and said "but I told no one of where I was…"

A finger over her mouth quiets her inquiries. She lowers her head and nods. Of course he knew where she was. Every since she came to live with him in his castle, they had been linked. He knew where she was at all times.

He kissed her forehead, and she lifts her head as he speaks. "Little one, I came to find you because I would like you to meet some dear friends of mine. They will be joining us for dinner tonight."

"Yes M'Lord!" she replied her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She always liked meeting her Lord's friends.

"Well then, we must be off. We must get ready." With that he whistled and his beautiful white stallion, Perlith galloped to them to carry them back to the castle.

She had been given instructions to wear her finest gown that evening. She chose her Lord's favorite. A low cut, long flowing purple satin dress with a dark green lace over skirt. Her hair she pulled back with a single silver barrette, and upon the top of her head was a silver head ban with silver web work going over her head to attach on the barrette at the nape of her neck. The only jewelry she wore was a silver choker with a silver heart pendant that her Lord had given her. Her name on one side, Kala (that really wasn't her name, her name was Rebecca, but her Lord called her Kala) and his name on the other, Greyon. She was completely ready when he knocked on the door to call her down.

She opened the door to find Lord Greyon standing before her. He was dressed in his black coat and tails, setting off his medium brown hair and hazel eyes. It was so rare to see him dressed so, that she had almost forgotten how handsome he looked.

He chuckled softly at her reaction. He knew what dressing like this would do to her that's why he did so. They really didn't need to dress for his old friends' arrival. Talon and Arianna were two of his oldest and dearest friends, but he wanted to see her dressed in that purple dress he had bought especially for her, and as always, it was a pleasure.

"Ready little one?" He asked, stretching out his hand for her to take.

"Yes M'Lord" she responded as she took his hand.

"Good then. Now you shall meet our guests." He said as he led her down the hall to the stairs.

Down stairs in the Lord's sitting room was Lady Arianna and Lord Talon, wondering why their old friend had requested they dress for dinner. "You know," Said Lord talon, "how he can be sometimes."

"Yes, he just gets in one of his moods, but this time it's really got my curiosity piqued." Lady Arianna replied. A few moments later, one of Lord Greyon's servants let them know that dinner was served, and that Lord Greyon was already waiting for them in the dinning room. When they reached the dinning room, they spotted Lord Greyon standing at the far end of the table, and beside of him sat a woman no more than 21, someone who they had not met, but figured was the reason for the call for elegance tonight. "Greetings old friends, how have you been?" Lord Greyon said to them as he made his way around the table to greet them. "Greetings to you too old friend." Lord Talon said as he shook his good friend's hand, "We have been doing grand. And yourself?"

"Ah, just excellent! And you my dear," he said turning toward Lady Arianna, "you must have found the fountain of youth and beauty, for you look no older than you did the last time I saw you, and twice as beautiful." Lady Arianna, blushing at the comment (this, aside from Lord Talon, being the only man that could make her blush) replied simply "Ah, no M'Lord, I have not, but I do appreciate the complement." They all had a laugh, and then Lord Talon spotted her sitting at the end of the table, head down and fidgeting nervously. "And who is this beauty?" Lord Talon exclaimed as he walked her way. She looked to Lord Greyon and he nodded.

"My name is Rebecca M'Lord, but you and M'Lady may call me Kala, as Lord Greyon does." She said as she turned back to Lord Talon, but kept her eyes lowered to him. "Ah, I see," he responded as he put his hand under her chin. "Kala it is then."

"Greetings Lady Kala," Lady Arianna said as she smiled at her. "She is quite lovely my friend, and seems quite personable…. I can't wait to get to know her better." Lady Arianna whispered in Lord Geryon's ear as she smiled wickedly. "As you shall get to my dear, as shall Lord Talon. I promise you that my dear. See, Talon has already taken a shine to her." Lord Greyon whispered back. "I see that M'Lord." Arianna whispered, "that I do see."

"So my dear, tell me of yourself." Lord Talon said to her as he looked intently into her eyes. "Well M'Lord," She began as she shifted nervously in her chair. "I am 21 and from a land far from here. I met Lord Greyon several years ago during one of my many travels." Lord Greyon and Lady Arianna walked up as she was telling her story to Lord Talon. Lord Greyon's smile urged her on. He loved hearing her talk and tell stories. He especially likes this one. The story of how they had met. He pulled Lady Arianna's chair out for her to sit in, and then he sat down at the head of the table, and started to listen to her intently…falling into every word she spoke. 

"I see my dear," said Lord Talon smiling gently, "and I bet how you two met is quite a tale." At this she looked up, first at Lord Talon, then at Lord Greyon, as if asking permission to continue with the story. His smile was all she needed to continue. "Well, M'Lord, it is quite a tale, if you and M'Lady Arianna would like to hear it." She said looking at the two nervously. She didn't expect to be the night's entertainment, not that she minded at all, just she was somewhat nervous when it came to her talents…all her talents. 

"By all means my dear," Lord Talon answered. "Yes dearheart, please continue," Lady Arianna added "Ok then," she said and smiled a nervous smile, "as you wish" She took a sip of wine and started the story.



The Story of Lady Kala Ch. 2



"I was visiting a small town, not far from here named Escoba, and had ran into a bit of trouble." She began, remembering the first meeting quite well.

"Ah, this one in trouble? I don't believe it!" Lord Talon exclaimed.

"She gets into more trouble than what you would think dear friend." Lord Greyon said almost laughing.

"Ah…mmm, go on my dear" Lord Talon said refocusing his attention back on her.

"Yes M'Lord, I did get into some trouble, and still do from time to time. And this time was no different." She began again. "See I have been away from my home land and family for quite sometime and by the time I had reached Escoba; I had ran out of food and money and had to resort to stealing, pick-pocketing, and some things that are just not very pleasant to speak about." 

At this Lord Talon and Lady Arianna nodded, they knew full well what she was speaking of….they had seen it many times.

"It was during my…um…servitude, at one place that Lord Greyon saw me. Actually we met only because I was brave enough to try to take his wallet." At this she smiled at Lord Greyon and he returned her smile with one that was full of nothing but pride and love, and at seeing it she continued. "He actually caught me. He grabbed my wrist and politely told me in a whisper, let me see how did he put it…oh yes 'That's not a very smart way to earn what you are really wanting my darling.' I couldn't do anything but stare at him, until he looked me in the eyes and I lowered mine. My heart was beating so hard I swore that couple next to us heard it. But I knew he was not going to call the constable to come get me, something just told me that. But that didn't explain why I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest."

"Ah, my dear Kala, I know the feeling all too well!" Lady Arianna said as she smiled at Lord Talon and reached across the table to take his hand.

"As do I my dear," Lord Talon said as he took Lady Arianna's hand and smiled lovingly back at her. "As do I, but please continue my dear"

"Well, I couldn't say anything but 'Sorry M'Lord' as he stood there with his hand around my wrist. For some reason I felt compelled to go to my knees, I had never done that before…even for royalty, but for some reason I had to do that with him. "

"When I got on my knees, I could feel him look down at me, and I heard him say 'No need for that here my dear, for that is an honor that should only be bestowed upon those who have earned it.' He reached down and placed his hand under my chin and lifted it up. 'Now my dear rise and sit with me. I would like to know more about you' At this I stood up and sat at the table where he was and proceeded to tell him who I was and where I was from." 

"After several hours of talking about things he asked if I would like to come and keep him company that night, I said I would. It was agreed upon and I went with him. And I haven't left since." At this she looked to him, as if asking him a question, he nodded and smiled at her, as if answering. At this she stood and walked to him, and kneeled at his side and looked up at him. He stroked her head lovingly and had her stand. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered "No my dear Thank You." At this she let a tear slide down her face and he wiped it away, and held her close., whispering in her ear "And I love you very much as well my dear, I don't know what I would do with out you here."

At this she went and sat back down, Lady Arianna and Lord Talon looking happily at them. Both very glad to see their good friend so happy finally. 

"I am happy to see you so much in love my friend, it has been so long since I have seen you this happy." Lady Arianna told him, smiling happily.

"As am I my dear friend," at this Lord Talon picked up his glass "A toast then, to our good friend and his Lady Kala, may they live happily until the moon falls to the earth"

"Harrah!" Lady Arianna added

She just smiled and blushed slightly not sure what to say. Lord Greyon smiled at Lord Talon and said "And also to you my dear friend, may you have the same with Lady Arianna!"

At this all drank their wine and dinner was served.

All during dinner, as Lord Greyon and Arianna talked, Lord Talon could do nothing but gaze at her, and she was not unaware of this, for this made her extremely nervous. 

After dinner, she and Lady Arianna went upstairs for a bit, giving the Lord's time to talk.

"You find her quite lovely do you not old friend?" Lord Greyon asked his friend once the Ladies were out of earshot.

"I do…she is a remarkable creature my friend, I am only slightly jealous of you." Lord Talon returned

"Yes she is quite lovely…but why be jealous dear friend, for you have the very beautiful Arianna, one that I am jealous of you for." Lord Greyon remarked at his friend's statement.

At this the two men had a laugh. Then Lord Greyon said

"You know, it's a good thing that we are friends…for one outside of knowing us would think that we would be fighting each other, and suspicious of each other over this…" 

"Yes my friend, but it's a good thing we were taught to share, no?" Lord Talon returned

"Ah Yes! Quite my dear friend, quite true." 

Upstairs in her sitting room, Kala and Lady Arianna were talking. She had something she wanted to tell Lady Arianna, but wasn't exactly sure how to tell her.

"Well my dear I know you have a question or something to say to me, so say it….aloud don't think it…." Lady Arianna said to her matter-of-factly.

She was caught off guard. Was she thinking about it that loudly that Arianna had heard it? How could she word it? "Well, M'Lady, I'm not sure how to put this…."

"You like Lord Talon quite a bit do you not my dear" Lady Arianna asked as she put her hand on Kala's leg. 

"You know? I..I didn't want to start trouble M'Lady that's why I was hesitant in saying something."

Lady Arianna smiled and replied "My dear, I've known since you laid eyes on him. But have no fear, for I am not upset, actually I don't mind at all. My mother taught me to share quite well. And to be quite honest I have liked Lord Greyon for sometime now. And…." Lady Arianna moved her hand further up Kala's leg and looked her in the eye "I like you quite a bit also."

She didn't know what to say, for she loved Lord Greyon, with all her heart….but she was starting to have feelings for Lord Talon AND Lady Arianna. This couldn't be. She was only supposed to have these feelings for one person only, not three! 

"But M'Lady…" she tried to say

Lady Arianna put a finger over her mouth "hush now little one…I believe we should be getting back downstairs. The Lords are probably waiting on us as we speak. And do not worry, you shall work everything out….and it will work our dearheart." 

They stood and made their way downstairs where Lord Greyon and Lord Talon were waiting on them.

"I take it everything is ok my dear," Lord Greyon said as he kissed her on the cheek, "no problems?" 

"No M'Lord," she responded and smiles "None at all"

"Ok then, my dear Kala I believe that Lord Talon has something to ask You, Don't you old friend?" Lord Greyon said as he looked from her to Lord Talon

"Ah, Yes indeed I do. Kala, if it is ok with Lady Arianna, I would like for you to join me tonight as Lady Arianna keeps Lord Greyon company." Lord Talon asked as he made his way toward her and took her by then hand.

"Well, um..M'Lord…I …I, " she started, then looked to Lord Greyon who was standing not far from her. "If it will please you and M'Lord Greyon, I shall do it."

"That is not what I asked my dear. I asked if YOU wanted to keep me company in my bed chamber this night."" Lord Talon asked again looking deep into her eyes.

"Y…Yes M'Lord I would like that very much." Kala responded back quickly, and then glanced toward Lord Greyon, and when she saw him smiling, she eased up some.

"Then it is settled then. Ah I believe that we all shall have fun this night, do you agree with me old friend?" Lord Talon asked of his friend.



The Story of Lady Kala Ch. 3



Seeing that she was somewhat hesitant, Lord Greyon walked over to her and whispered in her ear that he loved her very much and knows how proud she will make him, at which she eased some more, and he kissed her passionately….a very long deep kiss of love. And that told her that she would be loved no matter what she did, and that she was in good hands…for she trusted his judgment, more so than her own feelings.

"I take that as being a yes then," Lord Talon said laughing

"Oh, sorry old friend I don't believe I remember your question." Lord Greyon replied laughing.

"Oh my! If you do that to him with just a simple kiss my dear, I feel that Lord Talon may not be coherent come morning and we may have to stay for a while until he recoups." Lady Arianna said in between fits of laughter.

At this she could do nothing but giggle… and that she did. The whole group was in laughing fits for a good 20minutes before Lord Greyon decided it was time to surrender to the call of the night.

Lord Talon took her gently by the hand, and she instantly had no fear. She knew that she was in good hands, and also that it just might be her that would need recoup time. Especially once she saw the look in his eyes…and could feel the energy he had flowing out of him.

"Shall we my dear?" Lord Talon asked

"Yes M'Lord…." She replied, "yes…we shall."

In the bedchamber all she could do was tremble. She had not been with anyone else since she decided to stay with Lord Greyon, and she was extremely nervous.

"My dear, why do you tremble so?" Lord Talon asked as he noticed her trembling. He walked over to her and put his arms around her and held her in a long embrace, like that of a lover, and looked into her eyes

"M'Lord, I..I am just nervous." She replied as she looked away from his eyes, "for I have been with none but Lord Greyon since I met him, I do not wish to displease neither you nor Lord Greyon."

"Ah, I see my dear. You need not fear about displeasing me, for I have no expectations of you, all I ask is that if I do something that hurts you, please tell me, for I do not want to hurt you…" Lord Talon said to her pulling her chin up so he could look deep into her eyes, and smiled as he finished, "at least not a bad hurt."

At this she smiled. She knew she shouldn't be nervous. She had known since he touched her that he had no intentions of hurting her. And even though they had known each other only several hours, she was sure that he would protect her just as Lord Greyon would. 

Seeing that she had stopped trembling, Lord Talon led her to the bed. He had her sit upon the edge of the bed while he went and lit a fire in the fireplace. She watched as he crossed the room to the great fireplace. She could make out the definition of his muscles under the undershirt and pants that he wore. She had to admit that he had a very nice body, one that matched his outside….and that was always a plus with her.

His blue-black hair shimmered in the firelight, he looked quite distinguished. She had to stifle a moan as he turned around to walk back to her. 

He walked back over to her slowly. He knew she was watching him closely, and he loved it. When he reached the bed he took her by the hand and had her stand back up.

"Now my dear, we must do something about the way you are dressed." Lord Talon said as he smiled and shook his head

"M"Lord, what is wrong with the way I am dressed?" She said, completely confused, " All I have on is my under dress…and that is not that much."

At this Lord Talon's smile widened. "Yes my dear, I know that is all you have on, but I require you to be in less." At this he reached down and in one quick motion the under dress was up, over her head and in a pile on the floor. "Now, that is much better."

She was stunned. He had moved so quickly that she hadn't known what he was doing until she felt a cold wind blow over her nude skin. "M'Lord…" She started, but a hand in the air stopped her in her tracks.

"You have a word to use if I do something you do not want me to, do you wish to use it now? If so let me know, for I will not be disappointed if you do my dear."

She just shook her head. She was stunned but she wasn't stupid. She didn't mind, she just didn't know he was gonna be that fast.

"Ok then," He said as he had her sit back down on the bed, still keeping a light hold on her hand, "now my dear, please lay back on the bed."

She did as she was told. He just stood there for a moment or two taking in her nude figure. Her lily-white skin glimmered in the light of the fireplace and that of the candles by the bed. She was well proportioned. Her breasts not too large, but not too small either. He smiled as he saw that her nipples had already began to harden. His gaze traveled further down to her somewhat trim stomach, not to thin, not too large (then again there wasn't really a too thin or to large with him, he liked all types). Then his gaze traveled slowly further down to her pubis and he smiled wider as he saw that it was completely shaven.

"Hmmm…." Was all he said as he turned to go to his bags. She knew not to get up, he hadn't told her, but for some reason she new not to get up.

She didn't move a muscle. She heard him rummaging through his bags. Her eyes widened at what she could smell and hear. Metal clanking, the smell of leather, and other aromas, the sound of rope hitting the floor. Her mind raced, and she shuddered at what was going through her head.

He returned to her side and whispered in her ear. "Now my dear, if I do something that hurts you or that you do not like, please use the word. Ok?" she nodded, and he smiled.

"Now my dear, raise your head up for me please," she did so, and he placed a piece of dark thick linen around her head and covered her eyes. "That's it my dear. Can you see anything?"

"No..no M'Lord I cannot" She said, the uncertainty very apparent in her voice.

"My dear you must trust me, I would never do anything that would hurt you. Do you trust me?"

"Y..Yes M'Lord, I trust you."

"Very well then I shall proceed."

At that he picked up a pair of leather cuffs and attached them to each of her wrists. He then picked her up and moved her to the middle of the bed. He then took a leather collar that he had handy and placed it around her neck, rather tightly. He then brought out a pair of metal shackles and attached them to her ankles. He then attached each cuff at each wrist to some rope and then attached the rope to each post of the bed. And then he did the same with her ankles. 

She was spread eagle on the bed, blindfolded and bound to the bed. She couldn't move anything but her head and she dared not move it. Her breath quickened as she heard him rummaging through his bags once again. She was only slightly frightened, she wasn't really scared for she knew that he would not hurt her, but still, she was bound and blindfolded and did not know what was coming next nor what he had in store for her.

When she heard the slap of something made of leather near her body, she would have jumped completely off the bed if she weren't so tightly bound.

"Ah, and do we like that sound my dear?" He said as he slapped it again. 

"Uh..mm," was all she could say

"What was that?" he said as he slid the leather device up the inside of her left leg. "What was your answer?"

"Ye..Yes M'Lord" 

"Ah, that is better," He said. And then without warning slapped her hard on the inside of her thigh with the leather device. "You shall always address me a either M'Lord or Sir. Are we understood?"

Trying not to scream, she had to take a minute to answer him.

"Do you understand or shall I have to ask you again?" He said running the leather up the inside of her right leg.

"No M'Lord, I…I understand." She finally got out.

"Ah, very nice, very good my pet." He said as he leaned down and kissed her passionately.

She strained her body against her restraints trying to put her body closer to His, to lock their mouths together even more. All she wanted at that point was to feel Him, to touch Him, but the restraints would not give and she had to settle for the little contact the intense kiss gave her.

Lord Talon broke free of the kiss with a slight chuckle. "Seems someone has gotten a little anxious."

"um…mmm" was all she could say, that is until she felt the leather sliding up her leg again. But before she could say anything to fix her error there was another loud stinging slap on the inner thigh of her left leg.

"Ahhhhh….i mean…Yes M'Lord"

"You will learn my dear," He said as He looked her body over once again. 

Upon seeing her hardened nipples he smiled wickedly and pinched one hard between His fingers. "And what do we have here? It seems that you are quite anxious."

She took in a sharp breath as she felt His fingers on her nipples, squeezing, pinching, pulling it…"Ye..Yes M'Lord"

"Good Girl" and in what seemed to her to be mearly seconds, He had let go of her nipple and whirled around and placed another stinging slap across both her legs with the leather device.

"AHHHmMMMmm" was all she could do. The stinging slap felt so good…she wanted more. And almost like He could read her mind there was another, then another. He started at her breasts and worked His way down.

She could feel her arousal growing with the force of each slap. She had been hot at first, but now she was getting cold. Each fall of the leather device brought a gush of arctic air over her body. 

The pleasure was so great, her head began to spin with it. Slap after stinging slap she rose higher and higher. Her pleasure was going to break loose soon…she couldn't hold back for very long.

Again, as if He were inside her head and knew her thoughts, He stopped and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

"little one, you must ask me before you let go. Do you understand me?"

"Ye…Yes M'Lord….i understand….mmmm" she finally got out after a second or two

"Very good then….then I shall proceed." And He walked away.

Lord Talon stood across the room from her taking in her body once again. She was now red, blood red from her breasts to her ankles. There was a fine sheen of sweat all over her body, as well as His. He watched as she shivered, He knew what was happening, He would have even if Lord Greyon hadn't told Him. She was slipping into what some of His peers had started to call sub space. Basically she was starting to travel, and He didn't want that, at least not just yet.

He rummaged through His bag looking for something Lord Greyon had given Him while they were talking. His old friend had told Him that He had two pairs made, one for Himself and one for Talon. It took Him some time but He found them. It was two miniature thumb screws, just big enough to fit around a nipple, and they were connected by a chain. They were made of solid silver, and gleamed quite nicely.

She heard Him rummaging, her head still swimming. She had felt His eyes upon her, and could almost see the wicked grin on His face as He stared at her.

She was not that new to this, for it was Lord Greyon who had shown her the pleasures and pains that she had never dreamed of. But still, it was in her nature to wonder what was going to happen to her, and what was in His head. And to be somewhat scared, even though she trusted her Lord with all her being, and His judgement, she even trusted Lord Talon, but still….the unknown had always frightened her to a point.

Her thoughts were cut off as she heard something made of metal jingle like small bells, and she knew instantly what it was. For Lord Greyon had a set of them that He had used on her many times…she loved them. She let out a small moan.

"Ah, so we know what these are do we my pet?" He asked as He walked back over to her with the nipple screws in His hands.

"MMmmm, Yes M'Lord…." She responded almost purring with anticipation.

He chuckled softly as He looked down at her. He looked from the her to the nipple screws and back. And with a decidedly wicked grin He took one of her nipples in His mouth, biting and sucking on it quite hard.

She took in a sharp breath and arched her back. The sensation was so great she began to tremble again. And as suddenly as He had done so, He stopped, allowing the cool air to flow over her nipple. Then in one swift move attached the nipple screw to that nipple as tight as she could withstand and turned His attention to the other one, doing the same thing.

Once He had them attached He gave the chain a sharp pull and she moaned loudly, arching her back into the pleasure/pain she was experiencing. 

He then slowly began to slide his hands over her body. Down over her stomach, then her right leg, lightly teasing the skin and then back up. Then down the left leg teasing it the same way then slowly back up. He then slid one hand over her smooth shaved pubis. 

The skin He touched was so smooth, and had started to get wet from her growing anticipation. Slowly, teasing her He moved His hand up and down over the smooth skin, not parting the lips to feel the hot moisture between them.

She was whimpering now, she did not know how much more of this torture she could take. Seeing and hearing her reaction He looked up to her face and smiled wickedly.

"My dear, what do you want? You must tell me what you want, for I can not read your mind"

They both knew better than that, for He had already proved it to her. But she answered anyway. 

"M..M'Lord I…I want You to touch me…." She moaned out

"Yes is that not what I am doing now? Or would you like me to touch you somewhere else…say Here?' and with that ran two fingers inside her dripping hole and rubbed her clit with His thumb.

"Ohhhhhh…yes M'Lord…Yes!" she answered

"Or, perhaps you would like me to touch you with something else?" He said in a rather wicked way, still stroking her with His fingers.

She could do nothing but moan, and He knew it, but still He pushed. 

"Say what if I touched you with this?" He said just before taking His head down between her legs and began to lick her pubis, and then her clit…all the while stroking her with His fingers.

"OHHHHMMMMM Yes! Yes M'Lord!" she answered almost out of breath.

"Remember little one, you must ask permission before you cum."

"Ohhhh….please M'Lord…please….i don't…." was all she could get out before He cut her off.

"NO! You may not!" and He continued to lick her and stroke her, her wetness flowing out over His fingers.

"Mmmmmohhhhmmmm"

Her head was swimming she couldn't think straight. Her body was completely tense. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on…but she knew she had to, for she didn't want to anger either Lord Talon or Lord Greyon.

He continued His torturous assault upon her body feeling it tense beneath His touch, He could feel His own arousal growing between His legs. 

Suddenly He just stopped what He was doing and backed up off the bed. He undid the ropes that held her to the bed, the freedom to move came as a shock to her senses.

"Now get up on your knees and wait until I get back" He said as He walked over to His bag and pulled out some aloe that He kept there if something needed to be lubricated.

He walked back over to her and climbed up on the bed behind her. He took a piece of the aloe stem and squeezed the gel onto His finger and coated His hardened manhood with it, then took another piece and used that gel to lubricate her arsehole 

She had never been taken in this way, but she had heard of it. Some said it was painful, others said it was great. Lord Greyon had never mentioned it to her and she was to shy to do so with Him. She could feel Him enter her, the feeling was exquisite. She had never felt something, anything quite like that! He began to work His way into her slowly then more forcibly, and she came back to meet Him each time.

There were no words spoken, only unintelligible grunts and groans of pure pleasure. 

She couldn't hold back any longer, she moaned and almost screamed her request "Please M'Lord, pleassssssssssseeeeemmmmmmm."

"Yes my dear, yes…cum for me my dear!" He was ramming her hard now, and rubbing her clit as her muscles clinched and she started to cum…shaking. And as she did… so did He. 

With a loud groan He finally came…filling her completely, but not stopping either ramming her or rubbing her clit, until her juices covered His hand, and He had completely filled her with His.

He slipped out of her as she fell to the bed exhausted, and He laid down beside of Her and held her close to Him. She laid her head on His chest and started to calm down.

"You see my dear, I told you I would not hurt you." He said as He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

"Yes M'Lord," she answered back as she snuggled up closer to Him.

"But do not think I am finished with you this night My dear, for I am still quite full of energy and ideas." He said bringing her chin up so He could look into Her eyes, "And I feel it fair to warn you that if you choose to sleep with me the rest of this night, it is not sleep that you will be getting."

"Then," she replied with a look of anticipation already growing in her eyes, "I look forward to no sleep whatsoever."



The Story of Lily and Laurel



"I've got a new one for ya Lilikins." The message popped up on Lily's screen to her great delight. She was at her favourite kind of temp job: the kind where they put you at the reception desk and let you play on the internet between calls. The computer even had an instant message program on it; all she had to do was log in, which she did as soon as she got in every morning. Her last contract was at a law firm, and not nearly as much fun as this laid back digital media collective, where everyone was under 30 and dressed the same way her artsy friends would if they had real jobs to provide clothing money.

But even whiling away hours with messaging and message boards and satire articles about the poor state of politics south of the border could get boring after a while, and Lily had only been there for 4 days of her 2 week contract. What the message from Laurel indicated was some good reading to take her from call to call today. Lily was tactful enough not to look at explicit pictures on her screen while on a job, but no one looked askance at a Word document, and for an imaginative female mind a good erotica story was just as titillating, if not more so, than visual porn. For that was what Laurel wrote: fiction exclusively in the realm of the sexually graphic. 

At least, ostensibly fiction: Lily could always see shades and figments of people in their actual social circle in Laurel's stories. She assumed all their other friends did as well, that it was just natural for a writer to draw from her surroundings, and that they all tacitly accepted it as such. Besides, it wouldn't be diplomatic to mention any similarities to real life, what with the ever shifting couplings and volatile emotions in their social strata. 

But somehow the danger of reading real life into the stories made reading the stories more exciting for Lily. There was one once with two female characters named Tulip and Daisy. The flower names could not be a coincidence, and Lily didn't mind Laurel imagining them in a lesbian situation; in fact, she quite enjoyed imagining it herself. She suspected their friends did as well, particularly the men.

The phone rang. Damn. It's funny how with minimal work to do you can still resent its intrusion. "Good afternoon, DigiCool Corp, how may I help you?" She willed her eyes to stay away from the screen until she had transferred the call. She wanted to give her illicit work time turn on her full attention.

The story was about a peeping tom, or rather a peeping tomasina. Lily was still waiting, without much hope, for the day Laurel would write a story from a male perspective. The female protagonist haunts dark alleys looking for strangers in windows… haunting dark alleys is a dangerous thing for a woman alone, and Lily felt a soft surge of adrenalin. A couple is found and there is a descriptive passage, hands kneading breasts, hair pulled back, the sheen of a surface of skin covered with sweat, and Lily felt the prickling of her own sweat breaking from its sheath of flesh. 

A tattoo of heels; someone was walking by. She resisted the urge to minimize her screen. No one would pay attention to a document, no one could take the time to read it without her noticing. She must act cool, as hot as she felt. The unnamed protagonist continues her search for flashes of other people's intimacy, and succeeds only to find the couple she is watching are people she knows. She knows she shouldn't watch her friends fucking, that that is an invasion of privacy worse that what she has committed before, but she can't resist the allure. Her female friend's hair is long and that occidental shiny black that leaves a lovely trail of motion as she heaves herself up and down on the lap of her lover. Her lover is of a wiry build, tattooed on the chest and upper arms, hair once producted in place now tousled from carnal activity. The fictional spy is drawn closer, hides her face behind the outline of the blue drapes on the inside of the blue room where a blue scene is being enacted. 

Lily looked up and away from the screen and tried to keep her face from betraying the turmoil of emotion and lust in her heart and loins. She smoothed her shiny black occidental hair behind her ear, and conjured up an image of her boyfriend, Marcus, of wiry build, tattooed and generally seen sporting a carefully producted faux hawk. Her bedroom was blue, in the back of her house, with a window to the alley behind where domestic refuse was picked up once a week. Laurel had been there before, of course. This could all be Laurel's imagination setting itself in Lily's life. But it could be more than that. She could see Laurel viewing peeping as some sort of creative imperative, fully justified by her art. She read on, but the characters were firmly in place as they people they obviously were.

Laurel watched as Marcus cupped Lily's buttocks in his hands, then squeezed brutally and pulled them down onto his hard thighs. His cock was different from how Laurel had previously imagined, noticeably curved to the left even in tumescence. Hard blood made the veins in it stand out, just as Marcus' forehead was veined with exertion. As Lily vigorously pumped up and down, her effort coupled with Marcus' to a power that seemed more than the sum of its parts, her breasts flew wildly and Laurel could almost feel air currents against her cheek created by their movement. She touched the window, and felt the cold mesh of screen. It was open, and with that realization came her recognition of noises that they made reaching her ears, organs that up until now had been filled with the sound of her own heart beating. Lily's breath was sharp, and vocalized in a high whine at the end of each exhale. Marcus grunted, off beat from the whine, but their bodies moved in tandem. Lily's fingers gripped sharp dents into Marcus' shoulders as she kept her balance while slamming onto his slightly sinister cock. Laurel removed her finger from the cold mesh and sought the warm flesh beneath her skirt. Her breath quickened, but she kept it quiet. 

Marcus was shivering all over now, and Lily was losing the rhythm, her grip unsure on his quaking clavicle. Laurel moved her fingers against her clit faster, intent on finishing when they did, then slinking home, the noise of her exit inaudible to the couple distracted by after shocks and breath-catching. But it did not happen that way. As Lily came up, her thighs rising from her calves, about to come down home again, Marcus' hands rose up suddenly to grasp the hair at the base of her head and hold her there. "Didn't think you were gonna get off that easily, did you my little slut?" he grinned. A sound came from Lily that was not a word but expressed laughter, anticipation, and an overwhelming desire for orgasm. He pulled her up and off his member, then threw her on the bed with more force than his thin frame should be able to produce. He threw her face down. His erection was so strained outward it seemed to want to detach from his body, but he ignored it and buried his face between the ample cheeks of Lily's ass. Laurel had to shift position to see clearly which made her visible through the window but she had no worry that either of them would think to look or notice. Without her conscious thought, the movement also brought her middle finger up into herself, as her index, now moving slower, massaged her clitoris in circles. As she saw Marcus' tongue plunge repeatedly into Lily's sphincter, the walls of her pussy pulsed against her finger. She wiggled it forward and was rewarded with electricity flowing through her body, and moisture flowing down her leg. But she was not done yet, she was not done until they were done. 

Marcus drew away from Lily's dripping asshole and she adjusted her, flinging her hair up and over her back in a beautiful motion. Her face was now presented to Laurel, flushed, her eyes half closed but the open half mercifully glazed and unseeing. She tensed, then relaxed, knowing what was about to come. Marcus' gently placed the tip of his cock against her anal opening, and still gentle but insistent worked it all the way into her. Laurel watched every centimetre disappear into her friend with attentive excitement. Her fingers were working furiously on herself, just as Marcus was now working furiously on Lily's holiest of holies, every plunge a mortal one were his cock a sword and Lily's ass the heart of an enemy. 

The phone rang. "DigiCool Corp, How can I help you?" Lily's dream state was only half punctured as she put the caller through. Her thighs were pressing against each other in a quick tempo, and all the attached muscles were moving as well. She realized that she was sitting at her temp job desk masturbating without touching herself as she read a play by play description of a sex session that she had partaken in only the night before. She was furious. She was lascivious. She was wild with anger and lust. Laurel had not only spied on her, but had the gall to write about it. And to send it to her. And to turn her on unbearably with it. Why should it be so intoxicating to her, it being something she'd already had, already done? Because now she knew she had been watched. She had been masturbated to, and she needed to masturbate now more than she ever had, more than the first time when she was 14 and riddled with angst and self loathing and needed to either kill herself or come. 

She could call her contact at the company to relieve her for a break and rub one out stealthily in the bathroom. But she couldn't do that. She had bad associations with bathrooms. So she slid one hand down to the hem of her skirt, and up again under it. No one could see under her desk. And she had to finish this story. 

In porn there is always a money shot, always the moment of orgasm comes on a girls breasts, her ass, all over her face. This has its appeal, to be sure, but in life a man often wants to be surrounded by the honey dripping walls of his mistress as he transcends his lust for that brief instant. Internal walls drip honey, no matter which entrance they lead from. So as Laurel's other hand joined the first in her onanistic endeavours, Marcus bent his elbow around Lily's hips to hold her steady for an onslaught of thrusts that reached a frenzied peak of screams and groans and sweat flying and bodies shaking with exultation, and Laurel stiffened with joy as simultaneously as she had planned. 

And all the time she had been reading the re-enactment of her life, Lily had been re-enacting Laurel's part: she was masturbating with dangerous abandon under her desk, stabbing into herself hard and fast, feeling the wet spot grow under her ass on the back of her skirt, battering her clitoris with her thumb until the sudden ring of the phone pushed her over the edge and she came.

She answered the phone on the third ring, her breath still not fully back, her sexual secretions smearing across the back of her handset from her well-used fingers. She transferred the call in a brainless daze.

"Well?" popped up an instant message from Laurel. "Do you like it?" What the hell is she doing, thought Lily. Is she out to get me, is everyone in the world out to hurt me? But she wasn't hurt, she realized. She was certainly done wrong by, she was appalled, but she didn't feel bad. She felt good. Very good. Apparently she liked being watched. Apparently she liked sneaky public self-abuse. Apparently those two things combined had just led to the best orgasm she had ever had alone. Perhaps Laurel was deviously trying to invite herself into the bedroom for next time. Perhaps next time Lily would invite her in. "Perhaps the hottest thing I've ever read," she messaged back.



The Story of Love Pt. 01



My friends call me "Love" because I am a loving person. I didn't do well in school -- I had trouble keeping things straight in my mind and I experienced extreme panic attacks before each test. I would stare stupidly at the page, unable to even think. It was only the kindness of the schoolmaster that allowed me to pass. I wanted to have a boyfriend, but clothes never seemed to fit me properly and the boys would tease me -- telling me I looked like a fat old Chinese man, not a pretty Japanese girl. Clothing never seemed to fit me properly -- my dresses hung on me like sacks and I was too embarrassed to wear a bathing suit in front of others.

Having graduated secondary school, I had no idea how I would earn my living and there was no question of me going on to university. My prospects were dismal. In telling this story, I want you to know that I do not blame K_____ for any of my problems. While it is true that he led me on this path, it is I who made all of my choices and I accept that the life I created was of my own design.

My father looked kindly on me, but my mother had no use for me as I was clumsy and not adept at household chores. It was time for me to a get a job and I could hear my parents arguing.

"That is no life for her," my father pleaded.

"She is a stupid cow who is fit for no other use in this life. I can't have her be a burden to us. I am not willing to sacrifice my life to keep her fat and stupid."

My mother's words no longer hurt me -- but I was angry with my father. Why did he allow my mother to rule his life? Why did he not protect me? Even as the argument was proceeding, I knew that my fate was sealed. I would enter whatever horrible vocation my mother had planned for me or I would live on the street. And it was in that moment, I realized that I was now on my own -- whatever course I made in this life, I would have to rely upon myself. The thought terrified me and I wanted to cry.

"F_____, come here," my mother commanded. "You are to report for training and work tomorrow. I will take you. All you need to know for now is that you must get a full night's rest and you must shower and prepare yourself thoroughly."

I dreaded what my mother had in store for me but I dare not ask her. As she spoke to me, I concentrated on remaining still and not trembling.

I did not sleep well -- only falling asleep very early in the morning. As a result, it was a shock when my mother shook me awake. "You stupid cow," she chastised me. "Wake up and prepare!" She took me by the arm and let me to the bath, seeming to turn on the water even as she removed my nightshirt. Instinctively, I covered my body. The excess fat on my stomach embarrassed me and I felt ashamed of my large pendulous breasts.

My mother took a brush and began to violently scrub my body clean, all the while talking rapidly. "You are going to have to grow up in a hurry, F," she told me. "You are going to have to become a woman, today!" she exclaimed with urgency. I will be taking you to Miss Akemi's and you must do whatever she tells you without fail." My mother then began to tell me, in explicit detail, the things that men want women to do for them. I had heard some of these things at school, but I had never even kissed a boy, even though I was now 18 years of age. "This will be your only purpose in life, F," she told me -- and for a moment I almost detected a bit of sympathy, "to please men. If you do this well, Miss Akemi will care well for you and you will have a pleasant enough life." She dropped the brush in the tub and let the water out. "But if you fail, your life will descend into the most abject humiliations you can imagine. A woman who cannot even please a man in the normal ways is fit only for abuse." I stared at my mother, trying not to cry, and wondering how I, a virgin, could possibly succeed at pleasing men.

"I've never," I stammered, finding it difficult to get the words past my tears, "I've never even kissed a man. How am I going to please them?"

My mother handled me a towel to dry off and turned her back to me. "Miss Akemi will teach you. She will give you the training. If you pay attention and strive, you will succeed."

I didn't share my mother's confidence. I had failed so stupidly at all of my schooling -- it was unimaginable to me that I could succeed at anything.

The remaining moments were a blur -- my mother fixed up my hair and applied make-up, but with a raw efficiency absent of any tenderness. I felt more miserable about myself, recognizing that I wasn't even worthy of my own mother's love. How could others love me?

Miss Akemi's establishment was elegant and though I was terrified, the quality of the rooms made me feel at ease. My mother briefly greeted Miss Akemi and then quickly hugged me -- I thought I might have detected a tear from the corner of her eye, but she turned quickly and left.

"You are probably nervous and scared," Miss Akemi told me, taking my hand. "It's very natural and I want to ensure you that you will be well cared for and you will receive excellent training. You need only be obedient and faithful to your training and I am sure you will succeed." I nodded silently.

Another woman came into the room -- she was much younger than Miss Akemi and very beautiful. "This is Reiko and she will train you. There are several areas of training. You will be trained in etiquette, dance, conversation and the art of love." I blushed as she mentioned the last. I concentrated on breathing slowly and listening. I had to overcome the stupidity I had exhibited in school.

Reiko took my hand and led me to my room. It was sparsely decorated but elegant and simple. "You will stay here and I will train you here," she told me, leading me to sit on a simple futon. The rest of the morning was spent in lessons, Reiko teaching me basic things, such as how to sit properly and how to greet people. She was incredibly patient with me, concentrating on the details of every small gesture. It all felt impossible -- if these basic activities were so difficult, how could I master anything?

Reiko and I had a simple lunch and then we returned to my room for more lessons. She taught me a basic dance and conversational skills. As Reiko held me during the dance, I nearly cried at her touch -- it felt more like affection than anything I had ever received in my life. Reiko paused the dance and smiled at me. "You are very beautiful, Love," she told me -- I had shared with her my nickname.

I blushed and fought back my tears. I protested, telling Reiko how ugly and fat I was and as I did so I felt unbearably foolish. Reiko hugged me closely. "Oh, Love," she told me, "you will make men so happy." She withdrew, still holding me in her arms. She wiped away my tears with a small handkerchief. "You need to blossom and recognize your beauty."

"Do you have confidence in me as a teacher?" Reiko asked me. I looked into her beautiful eyes and nodded yes. "I will be a very good teacher for you," she assured me. I smiled and she smiled in return.

At dinner, Reiko was suddenly very serious. "Love, have you ever been with a man?" she asked me.

"No," I whispered, ashamed at my innocence.

Reiko nodded and seemed to reflect in thought. After several minutes, she told me, "We will begin slowly."

After dinner, we did not go back to my room, but we went instead to Reiko's room. Her room was larger and more nicely appointed, but still elegant in its simplicity. "Sit in this chair," Reiko instructed me. "Tonight, all you will do is watch." She looked at me seriously. "But you must watch. You may find it embarrassing, but it is important that you pay close attention to what you see. It's important that you learn from what I am going to show you." I nodded seriously at Reiko.

Reiko then changed into a beautiful robe and applied perfume to the sides of her breasts and the nape of her neck. She left the room and minutes later returned with a man, one who I later learned was called, Orochi. Orochi entered the room and did not even acknowledge my presence. 

Reiko stepped out of her robe and revealed her lean, beautiful body. She had small, teardrop shaped breasts and beautiful, smooth skin. I had a momentary impulse to reach out and touch her. But as I sat back, I was reminded of my own ugly, distorted body and felt self conscious and ashamed. Reiko undressed Orochi and led him in front of me.

"Love has never been with a man before," Reiko explained. She took Orochi's penis in her hand and presented it to her. This is the man's penis. It's not the only part of a man's body that can feel pleasure, but it's the most important part. If you devote yourself to a man's penis, he will feel incredible love." She began to slowly stroke Orochi's penis and it began to stiffen. "Unless the man tells you differently, you must be gentle with his penis." She began to trace her tongue up and down Orochi's penis and he began to moan slightly. "Most men are particularly sensitive just below the head of the penis," and she began to flick her tongue just below the underside of what she indicated was the head. Orochi leaned his head back and sighed. Stroking Orochi's penis, she resumed her instruction. "One of the most intimate acts you can do for a man is to take his penis in your mouth and suckle it. As you suck the man's penis, you should caress it with your tongue and lips." She took Orochi's penis in her mouth and began to slowly move up and down the shaft, her tongue curling around as she moved up and down. Orochi's eyes were shut and he seemed to be feeling an intense pleasure.

She paused and Orochi seemed frozen. "When the man becomes very excited, he climaxes -- semen ejects from his penis. With some young men, the climax is very powerful, while with most old men, the climax can seem like a small dribble." I must have looked confused, because Reiko told me, "I'll show you."

She resumed her sucking of Orochi's penis and gradually increased the pace of her movement, her hands gliding up and down his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Orochi tapped her lightly on the head and she withdrew her mouth, continuing to stroke Orochi's penis with her hands. Suddenly, Orochi groaned and a thick white cream flew out of his penis. Orochi's penis unleashed six streams of the white fluid onto Reiko's face, hair and breasts. Finally, his cock stilled, slightly reduced in size. "Once the man's climax is completed," Reiko instructed me, "you can still show love by taking the man's penis in your mouth and caressing it with your tongue and lips." Reiko took Orochi's penis back into her mouth and gently suckled it, her face smeared with the cream from Orochi's penis.

Orochi and Reiko left and Reiko returned several minutes later, the white cream cleaned off of her body. "Do you have questions, Love?" she asked me.

"Is it frightening to have the cream sprayed onto you?" I asked.

"No," Reiko assured me, "though if the semen gets into your eyes, it will sting."

"Does it hurt the man?" I asked.

"Oh, Love," she laughed. "Have you never had an orgasm?" I shook my head no, feeling foolish. "You must understand the pleasure the man feels, by feeling that pleasure yourself. Take off your clothing and lie down on my bed." I must have looked reluctant, because Reiko reminded me, "I am your teacher, Love, and you must follow my instruction if you want to learn."

Nervously, I removed my clothing. I covered my breasts and vagina with my hands, but Reiko removed my hands and held them to my sides. "You are beautiful, Love," she told me. "Some men want thin women but there are men who love large breasts -- and these are the men who will love you most of all. I want you to know the pleasure you can bring them."

She led me to the bed and caressed the side of my face and then began to kiss me. I felt myself responding to her kisses and joy leapt within me to feel the love she was showing me. As she kissed me, she began to caress my body lightly, tracing circles around my breasts and then slowly grazing my inner thigh. Her touch felt wonderful to me and I wondered if this feeling was an orgasm. "I feel wonderful," I told Reiko. "Am I having an orgasm?" Reiko did not respond, but moved down and began to kiss my breasts. As she sucked the nipple of my breast, she placed her leg between my legs and began to rub her leg against my thigh and vagina. Just as I felt I would burst from pleasure, Reiko traced kisses down my stomach and then I felt her moist breath on my vagina. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, flitting against my leg and the outside of my vagina. I could feel the top of my vagina become engorged as the speed of Reiko's tongue increased. Involuntarily, I began to moan. Before I knew it, my entire body was shaking and I felt waves of pleasure rise up within me. I cried out and it felt like all of my shame and sadness was washed away in waves of pleasure. As the pleasure subsided, I felt embarrassed that I had cried out. 

Reiko rose up from between my legs and kissed me on the lips. "That, dear Love," she told me, "was an orgasm." She hugged me tightly and I began to cry uncontrollably. "Don't be sad, Love," she told me. "I'm not sad," I told her. "I'm so very happy. I love you, Reiko. I love you so much." I felt like a baby.

"I love you, too," she told me, kissing me on the cheek. "Now that is our training for today. You must get your rest." She led me back to my room and closed my door. I suddenly felt very alone, but also very tired. My mind was racing from everything I had experienced, but I was quickly asleep. 



The Story of Love Pt. 02



My training with Reiko continued at a leisurely pace. I watched as she made love to various men, including one, Shiguro, who made my heart leap. He was lean and bronze and his body seemed restrained and powerful. When he plunged his penis into Reiko's vagina, I wished fervently that someday I could make love with him. Reiko showed me all of the techniques and sexual positions that could excite men -- but she showed me more. She showed me the small compliments and gestures -- the nuanced touches that a woman could provide to drive a man to the heights of ecstasy. Although I was scared to be intimate with a man, I was also yearning to become a grown woman and to put what I had watched to practice.

I had hoped that Reiko would give me an orgasm again, but we spoke nothing of the event and Reiko did not kiss me intimately again after that night. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek as friends, but I longed for her kisses and her tongue. That night, after my lessons in conversations, I asked Reiko, "When will I put what I have learned to practice?"

"Oh, Love," Reiko took my hands. "Do you think you are ready?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "But I want to try."

"I will arrange for a man to make love to you tomorrow night," Reiko told me. "Out of all the young men you have seen, is there anyone in particular you liked best?"

I flushed in embarrassment at the question and found that I could not speak.

"There is one, isn't there," Reiko teased me.

"Yes," I admitted, "Shiguro." 

Reiko looked curiously at me. "Are you sure?" she asked me. "Shiguro can be very aggressive. There may be other men that would be nicer for you."

"I think I like Shiguro best of all," I told her.

"Very well," she told me. She paused, sighing, but then kissed me on the cheek and left.

The next day, I was clumsy and absent-minded. Reiko was constantly redirecting me. "Tonight will come soon enough," she whispered to me, as I was mangling a relatively simple dance step. "For now, you must concentrate on your lessons. All aspects of your training are important. You mustn't focus on a single aspect at the expense of the other skills." I nodded, but my mind kept returning to Shiguro and his elegant, long penis -- I felt fear and excitement at the thought of taking Shiguro into my mouth and of feeling a man inside of me for the first time.

I could hardly eat dinner because of my excitement. After dinner, Reiko instructed me to bathe and prepare myself. I returned to my room, putting on the robe Reiko had given me. I must have sat still for nearly an hour when I finally heard my door slide open. "Love, Shiguro is here for you," Reiko told me.

"You will stay with me, won't you?" I pleaded.

Reiko looked at Shiguro, who nodded back at her. "Yes, if that is what you want."

"I'm sorry," I apologized to Shiguro, bowing my head slightly. "I've never been with a man before and I'm quite nervous."

"Reiko told me you were a virgin," he noted, approaching me and removing my robe. He took my breasts in his hands and pressed my breasts together. "You did not exaggerate," he told Reiko. "Her breasts are by far the largest I have ever seen." I wanted Shiguro to kiss me, but he stood holding my breasts as if he were evaluating two melons at the market. I smiled at him, but he was transfixed on my breasts.

I walked to the bed and lay down. Shiguro ignored everything but my breasts. He squeezed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I felt a combination of pleasure and pain at his rough play. Reiko must have seen the pained expression on my face, for she admonished him, "Please be gentle with her, Shiguro, she is so young."

Shiguro paused and then removed his clothes. "Do you know how to suck cock?" he asked me. I nodded my head and even as I was nodding, he thrust his erect penis toward my face. I opened my mouth and he began to vigorously move his penis in and out of my mouth. For a moment, I did nothing but accept his penis, but then I focused on lathering my tongue around his shaft. "You do know how to suck cock," he told me, and I felt flattered by his compliment. He then straddled my chest, his penis between my breasts, and placed a pillow behind my head so that my face was angled forward.

"Reiko probably didn't show you how to titfuck, since her breasts are so small, but I'll teach you!" he laughed. I must have looked stupidly at him, because he explained his meaning. "You will press your breasts together and I will fuck your breasts just as I will fuck your pussy later." I pressed my breasts together and he began to buck his hips back and forth. "Open your mouth," he instructed me, and as I did, he leaned forward so that at the end of each thrust, his penis entered my mouth.

I felt overwhelmed by the experience and I certainly did not feel any pleasure. Remembering the gentle touch of Reiko I wanted to cry, but I knew I could not. I simply did my best to accommodate Shiguro and his vigorous movements. "Yes, yes, yes!" he cried out, and at the end of his last cry, hot semen flew onto my face and breasts. I winced instinctively and turned my head away. My hands went to my face and Shiguro continued to thrust his penis atop my breasts, his semen spraying onto the bed, my breasts, my hair, my hands, and the side of my face. "She is a novice at accepting cum," Shiguro noted to Reiko, "but with breasts like that, she will command an excellent price."

I lay still, feeling the semen drip down the side of my face. "You will have to allow me to clean her up," Reiko noted to Shiguro.

"Of course," he responded. He took his penis in his hand and slapped it several times against the side of my face. It felt like a rebuke to me. 

"I will come back in an hour or so and truly take her virginity," Shiguro stated simply. Reiko bowed to him and he left the room.

Reiko took a small towel and wiped the semen from my face. "Well, I suppose you are a woman, now," she told me. "Why did you pick Shiguro, of all the men?" she wondered, more to herself, than to me. I did not say anything; I felt ashamed of myself -- I felt like a receptacle.

"Is this what it will be like with men for me?" I asked Reiko. "The men are so gentle and loving with you and he treated me like an animal. It's because you are beautiful and I am not." Reiko took my head into her lap and caressed my face lovingly.

"Not all men are this way," she told me.

"I don't want him to come back," I told Reiko. "I want men to love me the way they loved you."

She smiled at me as if I were a child. "You have to take him again, tonight," she told me. "I advised you not to select him, but you were certain in your choice."

"I want to be loved the way you loved me, Reiko," I told her. Sitting up, I kissed her fully on the lips. 

Reiko placed her hands on my shoulders and held me firmly. "Love, you are very beautiful and there is so much for you to learn. I hope you can keep your sweetness even as life teaches you unpleasant things." She held my hands and brought them to her lips and kissed them. "When I made love to you, it was as your teacher. I am glad you felt the love I have for you as a student, but I don't have a natural physical love for women. What I gave to you that night was important to your knowledge, but it was nothing more than that."

She had stated her words kindly, but my heart sank and it would have been better if she had struck me. I bathed and returned to the room. Reiko and I sat silently together, each of us alone in our thoughts. When Shiguro came back, Reiko spoke quietly to him and I could not hear what she told him.

"I guess I'm a lucky man," Shiguro told me. "Teacher is going to help the pupil." Reiko led me to the bed and, as she had done before, kissed and caressed me. As she moved her kisses down past my belly, I felt myself relax and give myself over to her affection -- an affection I knew now had boundaries -- but an affection that meant everything to me, nonetheless. Shiguro sat in a chair, smoking a cigarette, watching us and absent-mindedly stroking his penis. Finally, he ground out his cigarette and approached the bed. I dreaded his approach.

"This is only to prepare myself for fucking," he told me, and he mounted me in reverse, the ballsack of his penis in my face, as he pressed my breasts together and began once again to fuck my tits. Dutifully, as would be expected of me, I licked at his scrotum and anus as he pressed himself against my face and breasts. Meanwhile, Reiko's attentions were producing the desired effect and I climaxed loudly, my cries muffled by Shiguro's scrotum, which was pressed into my mouth. "Lord, she has almost brought me off again!" Shiguro cried out. He moved himself between my legs and, nodding toward Reiko, told her, "thank you for preparing this little slut. Even though she is fat, she will probably have a tight pussy." I looked to Reiko, wishing she were in my arms. The way Shiguro talked about me -- as though I didn't exist, other than as a receptacle for his penis -- made me feel like my whole identity was being expunged.

With one thrust, Shiguro plunged his entire penis into my vagina and interrupted my reflection. I stifled a cry and then felt myself being rocked back and forth as he rammed into me again and again and again. I felt like a child knocked down by wave after wave at the sea. 

"Tight!" Shiguro cried out. "Oh you are a great little fuck toy, Love," he shouted. I concentrated on accepting his thrusts, even as I felt a wet liquid emerge from my vagina. Later, I could see from the sheets that this was my blood from the sacrifice of my maidenhead. After several minutes of thrusting, Shiguro repositioned me so that I was on my knees and he had intercourse with me in the dog position. As he entered me, he grasped onto my breasts and squeezed them forcefully. "Moan for me and it will make me cum faster," he told me. I began to moan, even though I felt only confusion, not pleasure. Suddenly, Shiguro stopped thrusting, and he pushed me over to my side and scrambled toward my face. He gripped his penis inches from my face and began to stroke himself, finally unleashing streams of semen onto my face. Spent, he thrust his penis back into my mouth, and I tasted a metallic tinge of blood along with his sweat and semen.

As I suckled Shiguro's penis gently, he kneaded my breasts as though they were dough. Then, just as suddenly, he got up. "I'm going to sleep," he told me. Glancing at the bed, he told Reiko, "she didn't lie -- she's a virgin." And then he left.

Reiko led me to the bath and helped me clean myself up. We returned to my bedroom. "Don't go," I pleaded with Reiko. Reiko sighed and climbed into the bed with me. She held me as I fell asleep sobbing. When I awoke, Reiko had left my bed and I felt very alone.

I later came to realize that Shiguro had done me a favor in one sense. I now realized that sex with men was not necessarily a type of affection -- it could be merely accommodating an animalistic urge inside of men. This realization helped me as Miss Akemi began to arrange visits for me. None of the men were as rough as Shiguro -- in fact, most were polite and respectful to me and seemed to value me, both for my personality as well as for my breasts -- but I felt detached and I even felt a sense of pride in that I could remain apart from what was happening. I analyzed my techniques and noted the response of the men and in course, adjusted my techniques and approaches. I began to gain confidence in my skills and Miss Akemi acknowledged to me that my popularity was rising to such a level that soon I might be one of the top girls at the house. Had Shiguro not destroyed my innocence, I doubt that I could have been so objective about sex and I would thus never have been able to develop my skills so rapidly. I think that may have been the problem with school -- I needed to be driven out of my mind, in a way -- to detach myself -- to truly put myself in a position to learn.

I also began to feel pride in my body -- after all, it was so intensely desired by men that it must therefore have incredible value. At first, immediately after my experience with Shiguro, I had eaten poorly and lost weight. I unwittingly infuriated Miss Akemi by my weight loss. "Love, you have deflated your breasts," she accused me. This shocked me because I felt that I was more beautiful with a slim waist -- yet as I considered her words, I noticed that men desired me far more with stomach fat and full breasts. Reiko and Miss Akemi saw to it that I ate full meals, and my breasts once again ballooned to their full size -- possibly even larger. My breasts were now 120 cm in circumference. Realizing that I was desirable, even when fat, gave me confidence in myself and I found that my posture was improving -- and in turn, my improved posture seemed to give me even more confidence.

Gradually, my lessons with Reiko became very brief. Reiko then took on another student, a girl named Aiko who was very ill behaved and my time with Reiko became minimal -- we would pass each other in the hallway but we had no prolonged time together. Each time I saw Reiko, my heart leapt with joy, but at night, loneliness would overcome me. It felt strange to be so physically close with the men, but to have my heart so far removed. I felt a kind of apathy overcoming me.

The one joy in my life was a friendship I struck up with an errand boy, K______, who provided a variety of duties to the house. He was tousled haired and cute and would tease me relentlessly, though never in a mean way. Once, when I wore a flower in my hair, he fell over as I walked by. I helped him to his feet and asked him what had happened. "Your beauty has destroyed me," he told me. "If you were any prettier, I would simply die." I flushed in embarrassment at his compliment.

"It's mean of you to tease me," I told him.

"I'm actually serious, Love," he told me. "I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I hope someday to have a wife who is as half as beautiful as you."

I don't know why, but his words pained and angered me. "You will do well to find a wife who is not a prostitute," I scolded him. I began to walk past him, but he impertinently held me by the shoulder.

"Being a prostitute does not make you any less beautiful, Love," he told me. "And you don't have to be a prostitute all your life." I had never thought of my future and his words stunned me. Was it possible to create another life outside of the house? Could I someday be a wife -- a mother? I stumbled away from K; his words had shaken me to my core.

The following week, I was in a fog. I had so many thoughts in my head and my performance in the house suffered. Several of the men complained to me. "You are usually such an attentive lover," one of the men told me. "If I wanted some mindless fool to plunge my cock in and out of, there are plenty of girls who can do that." I resolved to improve my focus, but I also knew that I needed to resolve the thoughts racing in my mind.

My chance came at dinner one night. Reiko attended the dinner -- I later learned that Aiko had tried to rob a client and had been expelled from the house -- and she sat next to me. "Oh, Reiko," there are so many things I need to ask you. "I know you are not my teacher, but I hope that I can help you."

"Love, you will always be my pupil," Reiko told me. She held my hand. "I will help you in any way I can."

I explained to her my interaction with K and the thoughts it had triggered. She listened patiently and then gave me her advice. "K is a hustler, Love. You need to be careful as much of what he is telling you could be an attempt to flatter you."

"He's just a simple errand boy," I told Reiko. "What would he gain by flattering me?" I asked.

"I've heard things about K," Reiko told me. "They say he recruits women for a pimp -- one who doesn't operate as a formal house. And they say that he uses drugs and gambles. He only runs errands at this house to try to find new women. It's a dangerous game he is playing. If Miss Akemi catches him, it will be the end of him."

The thought of K as working for a pimp seemed ridiculous to me. "You are teasing me, Reiko," I told her.

"I don't know these things firsthand," Reiko admitted. "But you must be careful, Love. Miss Akemi will be very upset if she thinks you are contemplating leaving. She has invested so much in you and it will be at least two years before she would even consider giving you your release."

"So I am a slave here?" I asked Reiko, horrified at the thought that I had no liberty.

"Miss Akemi has a note from your parents, who signed on your behalf. They agreed to repay her the cost of the training if you leave before earning back your training cost."

"My parents had no right to sign such a document! It will serve them right if they have to pay back the note."

"It's not your parents who are responsible for your debt, Love," Reiko told me. "It is you. Miss Akemi can have you put in jail if you were to leave. K is simply filling your head with dreams. You have several more years of work here before you can even think about setting out on your own."

Involuntarily, I did the math in my head. Miss Akemi had me make love to 15 to 20 men a week. Two more years of service to her meant that I would make love to nearly 2,000 more men. I imagined the men arriving all at once, overpowering me, and covering me in their semen. One by one, the men didn't seem so bad, but considered in their totality, the thought was overwhelming.

"I don't know if I can do that," I admitted to Reiko.

"Love," Reiko whispered, "You are already doing it and you are doing it very well. You need only concentrated on each moment -- do your job well and retain your beautiful spirit. When the time comes that your note is repaid, Miss Akemi will let you know. At that time, you can decide for yourself what to do."

I nodded, but in my mind, I was thinking, No, I cannot go on like this for another two years. 



The Story of Love Pt. 03



I had mixed feelings -- part of me wanted to avoid K; Reiko had been proven correct with Shiguro and if K were truly a hustler, it was best for me to avoid him. But another part of me yearned for freedom. I was no longer a timid girl, I was a woman who had skills and confidence. I reasoned that even if K were a hustler, if he could provide me my freedom, I was probably just as well off taking a chance with him.

The next few days went by without any sign of K. Meanwhile, my reputation continued to grow within the house -- I was now the most highly sought after woman in the house and Miss Akemi was taking advantage of my reputation. No sooner did I satisfy one man than another took his place. "I know the pace tonight is grueling," Miss Akemi acknowledged to me, "but do your best to satisfy the men quickly. I think Reiko has told you, with each man you please, you are paying off your debt."

"Exactly how much is my debt?" I asked Miss Akemi.

"We'll talk about that another time," she told me and then she hurried away.

That night I satisfied over thirty men. My techniques had become so effective that few men could last more than six or seven minutes with me. I had also become very effective in getting the men to climax in the way that I wanted them to. Most of the men could be brought to orgasm simply by milking their penis with my large breasts. The semen would then rest upon my neck and breasts and could be quickly cleaned. Others could be brought to orgasm with my mouth and I could then discretely spit out their semen into a cup by my bed, unobserved. I prided myself on having to use my vagina with only a small percentage of men, and even those did not last very long.

As the last man arrived in my room, I thought to myself, the next time I see K, I will ask him if he can help me go away. The man was a Westerner and he smelled like musty newspapers. "Hi!" he greeted me, and I found his awkward greeting to be kind of cute.

"Hello," I responded, opening up my robe and showing him my large breasts.

"It's true what they said," he told me. He knelt before me and placed his face between my breasts and then pressed my breasts into his head. I heard him sigh audibly. "Unbelievable," he told me. He then stood up and hugged me and kissed me, which surprised me. He stood still before me and I removed his jacket. I knew some men liked to be undressed -- perhaps it made them feel cared for. I folded his jacket carefully and continued to remove his clothing, handling each garment with respect. Finally, I knelt before him and removed his underwear, his plump penis bouncing out as I pulled down his boxers.

Grasping his buttocks, I pulled him to me and took his limp penis in my mouth. I rolled it about my tongue and could feel him becoming hard. I took his hands, which were at his sides, and placed them on top of my head. Gradually, I increased the motion of my head, my lips and tongue gliding up and down his penis. After several minutes of this, I withdrew my mouth and clasped my breasts around his penis and began to milk his cock. "A few more minutes of this and I'll be done for the night," I thought to myself. The man placed his hands gently on my shoulders and allowed me to continue rhythmically pumping his cock with my soft breasts. I milked his penis for several minutes and he seemed to enjoy it, but he also seemed no closer to orgasm. Often, men would grip my breasts or thrust violently, but he remained calm, gently caressing my neck and shoulders. His gentleness endeared him to me. "Is there anything else you want to do?" I asked him, unsure if he would understand Japanese.

"Yes," he told me in Japanese and he led me to the bed.

He straddled my body and, as Reiko had done, traced kisses down my body. No other man had seen to my pleasure before and I was confused by his actions. Gradually, his kisses arrived at my vagina and he began to gently flicker his tongue about my vagina, inner thighs and buttocks. Just as I had done, he placed my hands atop my head and I had to suppress a surprised giggle at his action. He began to stroke the top of my vagina gently and increase the pace of his tongue. Involuntarily, my body responded and waves of orgasms rippled through me. I cried out, louder and more passionately than my typical cries, which were false and for the benefit of my clients. My thighs tensed and seemed to grip his head. Even as I continued to orgasm, his tongue continued to work and then he finally placed his mouth over my vagina and seemed to press down on my clitoris with his upper lip. His mouth seemed to ground me; it seemed to press the pleasure of my orgasm throughout my body. I lay shuddering as he moved back up the bed and kissed me on the mouth.

"I should pay you," I told him in Japanese, and he smiled. "What would you like next?" I asked him.

"I want to be inside you," he told me. I nodded and he mounted me and slowly penetrated me, gradually building to long, deep strokes. I clasped my arms around him and moved with him as one as he seemed to drive me into the bed. "Will you get on top of me?" he asked. I paused -- this position made me uncomfortable because of my belly. I didn't like placing all of my weight onto the man -- somehow it made me feel ugly and heavy. The man must have sensed my hesitation, as he brushed the hair out of my face and told me, in his excellent Japanese, "That's okay."

"No, it's fine," I told him. And I climbed atop him, using my hand to insert his penis into me. He fondled my buttocks as I gently rocked up and down on him. I began to lose myself in the motion and soon heard the sound of my breasts slapping up and down upon my body. Ordinarily, this would have made me self-conscious, but I somehow felt free with this outsider. I pressed my arms tightly at my sides, so that my breasts pushed together and forward.

"So beautiful," the man sighed, in Japanese. He placed a slight bit of pressure on the middle of my back and pushed me forward so that my breasts pressed against his chest. He positioned my face so that he could kiss me and he kissed me soulfully, as no one had done before. He continued to thrust in and out of me as we kissed.

"I'm ready now," he whispered to me, as he stopped thrusting. He gently positioned me back onto my back and straddled my chest. I knew instantly what he wanted. I pressed my breasts together and his long, elegant penis disappeared into my breasts. He began to gently thrust as my breasts conformed to his movement.

"I want your seed in my mouth," I told him and, placing a pillow behind my head, leaned my head forward so that I could take the head of his penis into my mouth at the end of each thrust. The man did not quicken the pace of his thrusting, in fact he slowed down and with one final thrust, his body seemed to explode. I nearly choked as his semen flew into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I sucked greedily on his penis as stream after stream of semen entered me. I continued to suck, even as his penis went limp. Finally, he withdrew his penis and, before I could even swallow his semen, kissed me gently on my lips. I opened my mouth to show him his semen and then I swallowed his semen. 

"Oh, Love," he told me, taking me in his arms. "You are so good at what you do." We lay in the bed together for a few moments, chatting idly, and then the man picked up his clothing and left.

Moments later, Miss Akemi came into my room.

"You made him very happy, Love," she told me. Her compliment pleased me. "He told me you were the best woman he has ever had."

"He speaks Japanese well," I told Miss Akemi, hoping she would tell me more about this mysterious man.

"He is a business man and he comes to Japan frequently. Each time he wants a new girl," she told me, and my heart sank. I felt foolish. My sadness let me know that I had somehow allowed a silly thought to intrude -- I somehow thought this man would want to see me again -- me, a common prostitute.

Miss Akemi sensed my disappointment. "Don't worry, Love," she told me. "There will be more men." It seemed to me the smile she gave me was not one of sympathy, but of greed. Surely my foolishness delighted her, for it was through foolish girls that she made her money. I wanted her to leave my room.

"I'm sorry, Miss Akemi, but as you might imagine after so many men, I am very tired and need my sleep."

"Sleep well, Love," she told me, kissing my cheek. I cried myself to sleep and resolved to find a way to see K again. At this point, I didn't care if he was a hustler, a criminal or pimp. If he would help me leave the house, I would go with him.



The Story of Love Pt. 04



I was in a fog for the next few days. K was nowhere to be seen and I continued to service the men. I managed to partition my mind - outwardly, I was loving and affectionate, but inside I was empty - dead. I worried that my thoughts could be read - that I felt that if I showed any signs of unease, Miss Akemi would know that I wanted to leave. Oddly enough, few of the men noticed my disengagement - they were so consumed with using my body, that my own response meant nothing to them. When I had first begun, I had been scared and was focused on doing a good job of making love to the men. Once I gained confidence and experience, I began to enjoy the job - it was the first time in my life I had received recognition for doing anything well. 

"That Westerner broke your heart," I admitted to myself. I felt ashamed at my stupidity. I had fallen in love with Reiko when she gave me my first orgasm and then I had fallen for the Westerner when he also brought me to pleasure. How could something so primal rule my emotions so? I resolved to be more practical, but underneath this commitment to myself, I felt a yearning to be loved. The brief moments of true affection I had received had brought me a devastating joy. Perhaps if I had been raised by a loving mother, I wouldn't have felt this longing and emptiness.

The men began to blur together. Every time I left my room, I looked for K - I made excuses to walk by the kitchen, where he was often awaiting errands. I had made subtle inquiries about his whereabouts, but no one seemed to know where he was. "Am I stuck here forever?" I wondered to myself. But my thoughts were interrupted by the sharp voice of Miss Akemi. 

"Love, we have an unusual situation for you," she told me. Two younger gentlemen were standing next to her. They looked apprehensive, their eyes darting about the hallway.

I stood stupidly before Miss Akemi, wondering what she meant.

"These two men are very close friends and they wish to share a woman together," she told me. I had heard stories of women who had made love to multiple men before. The idea seemed overwhelming to me - simply accommodating one man required significant concentration. I didn't say anything and Miss Akemi led the men to me. "You'll make love to both of them," she told me, nearly pushing the men into me.

We entered my bedroom and I sat on the bed, unsure of how things might proceed. The men seemed excessively shy. They stood by the door, fidgeting with their hats. I stood up and untied my robe, my breasts tumbling out. "Do you want me to undress you?" I asked. The skinnier of the two men nodded vigorously. Patiently, I removed his clothing. As I removed his shirt, my breasts brushed against his bare stomach and he reached out and began to fondle my breasts, twisting my nipples gently between his fingers. Meanwhile, the other man, short and fat, began to hastily remove his clothing. By the time I was removing the underwear of the tall man, the fat man had completely disrobed. After helping the tall man step out of his underwear, I straightened up, kneeling on my knees and the fat man thrust his penis toward my face.

Obediently, I took his penis in my mouth and, not wanting the tall man to feel left out, took his erect penis in my hand and began to gently stroke it. The fat man put his hands behind his head and began to thrust his hips, moving his penis into and out of my mouth. The tall man said something that I couldn't quite understand to the fat man and the fat man ceased his thrusting and led me to the bed. The fat man placed me on my back and straddled my face, burrowing his cock deep into my mouth. He began to thrust vigorously, fucking my face as if it were my vagina, and I could barely stifle my gag reflex as he pounded my face with his erect penis. Meanwhile, the tall man stood and watched, stroking his penis.

The fat man quickened the pace of his thrusts and then, groaning, pulled out and with his penis inches from my face, vigorously stroked himself, shooting streams of ejaculate onto my face. The skinny man clambered over and also erupted in orgasm, spraying my face. I had streams of ejaculate ranging from my chin up to my forehead and some of the semen was dripping down into my mouth. I was unsure what to do and suddenly the fat man gripped his penis and pressed it against my face, smearing the ejaculate against my cheek and nose. The skinny man began to do the same and helplessly, I closed my eyes, wondering how long this could go on.

The fat man rapidly uttered a string of urgent words whose meaning I could not decipher and backed away from me. I felt a sigh of relief but moments later, I realized that he had mounted me and was having intercourse with me - his penis again erect! The skinny man then mounted me in reverse and, gripping my breasts, began to have breasts sex with me, his scrotum rubbing against my mouth. Silently, I endured the two men - there was nothing more I could do. I didn't even bother licking the man's scrotum with my tongue. I was covered in ejaculate and it felt like the men no longer saw me as a person - I was just an object to gratify their desire.

I cannot tell you how long the men lasted - it seemed like hours but I am sure it was perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally, I began to moan, thinking that it might hasten their climax. Minutes later, the men once again withdrew and, kneeling on either side of my face, the men again ejaculated onto me. A stream of ejaculate seemed to fly up my nostril and instinctively, I brazenly snorted, trying to fend off the intrusion. The men's semen was everywhere on my face and in my hair. I felt humiliated and sad. The two men dressed and left the room without speaking, but I simply lay on the bed, sobbing silently.

After a while, I heard a light knock on the door and then someone entered. I could not really see very well as my one eye was encrusted shut with semen and the light was not very good, anyway.

"Poor love," - it was Reiko's voice. "Miss Akemi asked me to check on you."

"She wants me to make more money for her," I muttered.

"Are you alright?" Reiko asked, stroking my hair. Somehow her kindness and concern saddened me further and I buried my face into the pillow and sobbed, my body heaving.

"Did the men hurt you?" Reiko asked.

"Does it matter?" I asked her.

"I guess it doesn't," Reiko admitted.

I shifted myself to a seated position and wiped my face with a towel. "Reiko, why do you stay here?" I asked her.

"I don't know, Love," she told me. "I don't know what else I would do. I'm cared for here and I like most of the girls." She gently caressed my arm. "I guess I just accept that his is my life."

"Do you ever think of leaving?" I asked.

"I'm not quite done paying off my expenses," Reiko admitted.

"How much more do you have to pay off?" I asked, impertinently.

"I don't know," Reiko slowly released.

"Does anyone ever pay off their expenses and leave?" I asked her.

"I guess so," Reiko told me. "I've heard of it happening before. Love, I think you've been working too hard. You are so good to Miss Akemi, but you should tell her if you need rest. I'm going to let her know that you need to take the rest of the night off."

I nodded and, as Reiko was leaving, I impulsively blurted out, "Reiko, I want you to do something for me." She paused and looked at me earnestly. "Can you find K and ask him to visit me?"

Reiko closed her eyes and took a deep intake of breath. "Don't be foolish, Love," she told me.

"I'm not being foolish," I told her. "Whatever affection you hold for me, please do this," I begged of her. Silently, she left the room. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling before dropping off to sleep.

I was awakened in the early morning by someone shaking my arm. Startled, I turned and a strong hand clasped over my mouth. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw it was K and he was motioning to me not to make noise. I relaxed and he released his hand, taking a seat on the bed next to me.

"If they find me here, Love, they'll kill me," he told me.

"Thank you for coming to me," I told him, shifting position in the bed to make room for him.

"I know why you want me to see you," he told me. "I told you that you do not have to be a prostitute all your life and you now believe me - or you so hate this life you are willing to risk your life with me."

I nodded.

"Could you love me?" he asked.

"Yes, I can," I told him, moving closer to him.

He stopped my approach with his hands. "Love, you need to understand me before you take such a rash step." He placed his hands on his legs and let out a sigh. "I'm not a good person. I gamble and I use drugs. It causes me to have money problems. I want to do good things for you and to help you, but you have to understand - I've wanted to help other people before and I've only ended up hurting them. I didn't want to hurt them, but I just don't seem to have control over myself." I could see his eyes welling up with tears.

His vulnerability before me filled me with such care - I wanted to mother him and nurture him. "I don't care," I told him. "I just want you to do your best."

K explained the best time to leave the house and that I would have to leave nearly all my possessions behind so as to leave quietly and quickly. I looked around the room and there was really nothing that meant anything to me other than a small handkerchief that Reiko had given to me when I had cried. The thought of leaving Reiko pained me, but I also knew she had many responsibilities that kept her very busy so that she couldn't give me the love that I wanted from her.

Quietly, we left the house - the streets were dark and empty and K led me by the hand down a series of streets - twisting and turning. I had no sense of where we were. We must have walked several kilometers when K abruptly turned into an alley and led me into a small garage. There was a coal lamp on a table and a cheap, dirty mattress on the ground. The room was dingy.

"I can't go back to where I live," K explained. "They will immediately suspect me and look for us there. I'm very sorry, but we'll have to stay here for a while before setting out."

"It's fine," I told him, patting his hand. K placed some blankets on the bed and we lay down together. Rain began to fall against the garage roof, making a dull and pleasant sound.

"I feel terrible to have brought you to such a dump. Do you regret leaving?" K asked me.

"No," I told him firmly. "I would rather be dead than living at Miss Akemi's."

I turned to K. "I appreciate you risking things to help me leave," I told him. "Do you want me to make love to you?"

He looked strangely at me, as if searching for some kind of truth in my eyes. "Do you still feel like a prostitute?" he asked me.

His question stunned me and I paused, considering it. "Yes, I do," I admitted.

K leaned over me and took me in his arms. "Soon you won't feel like a prostitute anymore and when you do, we will make love."

I fell asleep with K watching over me.



The Story of Love Pt. 05



When I awoke, I could see sun streaming into the garage in thin slits where the sideboards had gaps. K was still asleep and he looked so peaceful. There were so many questions I had about what we would do next - I wanted to wake him, to learn what he had planned. But as I looked at his soft skin and his boyish lips, a surge of gratitude welled up in me. He had risked everything to help me escape.

I lifted the covers over his body - he was naked except for underwear. Unlike some men, his chest was bare and there was just a slight hint of hair trailing down from his belly to his underwear. Carefully, I pulled off his underwear, exposing his penis - it looked so small and fragile and somehow, its delicate nature made me love K even more fiercely.

Trailing kisses down his stomach, I kissed and caressed his penis and then sucked it into my mouth. His penis gradually became engorged - it never ceased to amaze me how this organ could grow to be a multiple of itself. I took K's penis as deeply into my mouth as possible and lavished it with slow, languid turns of my tongue. I removed the remainder of my clothing and, straddling K, I pressed my breasts together and began to rhythmically milk his penis with my breasts. At that moment, I felt so glad that my legs were flexible and strong.

With a groan, K awakened. His penis erupted in powerful streams of semen that flew up in the air and landed back on his chest. Rising up on his elbows, he watched me as I milked the remaining ejaculate from him. "Oh, Love," he told me. "I hope our life will always be like this."

Thinking of the dingy garage, I laughed. I took his spent penis in my mouth and gently sucked and caressed it with my mouth and tongue. Leaning forward, K pet my head gently. Feeling such strong affection for him, I licked up the semen on his belly and swallowed it. It felt wonderful to have brought him such pleasure.

K pulled me forward so that he could kiss me. "You can always make me happy," he whispered in my ear. "I only wish I can make you happy."

"I am happy," I told him.

He pulled me forward so that he could kiss and caress my breasts with his mouth. Normally, I felt somewhat indifferent to the attention men gave my breasts. They seemed like distinct, separate beings - disconnected from me. But as K adored my breasts, I felt passion and love rise within me. I began to moan as K sucked hungrily on my nipples. Just when I thought I could not take any more, he pulled me forward, drawing my vagina to his mouth, his hands strongly gripping my buttocks.

"You don't have to," I told him, feeling self conscious of my belly and of my not having bathed since the prior morning. I began to push K away, but he burrowed further, pressing my vagina to his mouth, his hot kisses exciting me. It felt like his mouth was everywhere, his tongue flitting in and out of the folds of my labia, at times circling toward, but never quite reaching my clitoris. K's indirect affection continued for more than ten minutes and I felt intensely aroused. Involuntarily, I was moaning and slowly gyrating my hips. K began to suck on my vagina, bringing the hood of my clitoris into and out of his mouth, while his tongue explored the inside of my vagina. I had never experienced such overwhelming pleasure. He quickened his pace and I shuddered in orgasm. I screamed insensibly, my hips jerking back and forth as waves of pleasure came over me. 

I finally collapsed onto K and began to cry.

"Darling, are you all right?" K asked me. "Have I hurt you?"

I laughed through my crying. "No, you've made me feel wonderful," I assured him. "K, I don't really know you and I already love you so much. I'm so stupid."

K wiped away my tears with his hands and kissed me. "I feel the same way. When I first saw you, I wanted to be joined with you in every way possible. And it's really quite stupid, because you were wearing a baggy shirt and all I could really see was that you had a pretty face. Imagine what I would have felt in that moment if I knew how beautiful your breasts were."

I laughed at his story. "I'm glad you loved me just for my face," I told him. "But K, what will we do today?"

"I have a cousin who lives in the Fukuoka prefecture," he told me. A shudder went up my spine. The Fukuoka prefecture was said to be dangerous, populated with Yakuza and other criminals. "We can go there - he can put us up and I can find some work through my cousin."

"What kind of work?" I asked him, cautiously.

"Just errands, like I did for Miss Azemi," he told me. But as he told me, his eyes glanced downward, as if in shame.

"K, I don't have any money," I told him. "Will we be able to get along okay?" In asking the question, I realized how foolish I must have sounded - the time to ask the question would have been before leaving. But even if K had been broke, I still would have left, so strong was my desire to leave.

"I don't have very much," he admitted.

"Well perhaps I can find work as well," I told him.

"We'll see," he slowly released.

His hesitancy to have me work confused me. Was he prideful? Did he not believe a woman should work?

We ate a cheap meal at a café and then took a series of trains to the Fukuoka prefecture. It was exciting to see the different stations and to see the stream of people. I had lived inside Miss Akemi's house for so long, simply being out in public was novel. These moments of joy were punctured frequently by moments of shame and doubt. The people I saw were so carefully put together and well manicured - and here I was wearing wrinkled clothes, my hair dirty and messy. I began to long for a shower or bath and the more I thought of my state, the less I was able to enjoy the sights.

We exited the train station and walked through the Fukuoka prefecture. The buildings were modest and sometimes shabby. Feeling a mix of fear and uncertainty, I gripped K's hand tightly as he led me through the streets to his cousin's apartment. 

We entered a street that was littered with trash and graffiti. "He lives down here on the left," K told me. I nodded silently. A group of men sat on a bench in front of a convenience store, drinking beer out of cans. I looked down as we passed the men, but I could feel their eyes upon me. K gave me a little tug and we turned to a yellow, cement building.

K pressed the buzzer and a deep, guttural voice answered brusquely, "Who is it?"

"It's me," K replied. "And I have a friend with me."

"Just a second," the voice answered and moments later, a buzzer sounded and we opened the door and entered. We climbed a dusty stairwell to the third floor where there were three doors and we entered the door on the left, which was partly ajar.

"Cousin," K cried out. I stood behind K. The room was dark and musty. Papers were stacked on tables and incense was burning on a mantle piece.

K's cousin arrived and the two men hugged and exchanged a complicated handshake. "Masaru, this is Love," K told his cousin. He nodded at me and his eyes moved up and down, taking in my body. 

He clapped K on the shoulder. "Good, good," he told K. His reaction confused me and I stood stupidly before the men.

"I hate to be so direct," K told Masaru, "but I was wondering if I could stay with you for a little while, until I get a stake."

"I think so," Masaru told him. "Let's talk about it." He turned his back to me and addressed K directly. "In private."

"Make yourself at home," Masaru told me. "There is a shower in the back. K and I will be back shortly.

The men left and I felt afraid and alone. I went to the back and found the shower and turned on the water. The bathroom had only a curtain, no door, and I felt apprehensive about removing my clothing. But the feeling of stale grime upon me overtook my caution and, removing my clothing, I entered the shower. The shower felt glorious. I lathered my body and cleansed myself from head to toe. Standing before the pulsating shower head, I let the water bounce against my face and run down my body. For a moment, I didn't care what the future held. 

As I was toweling off, I could hear the men re-enter the apartment. "Love?" K asked, pulling back the curtain slightly.

"Yes," I told him, holding the towel around myself. Quietly, he entered the bathroom, pulling the curtain shut behind him.

"We'll probably have to leave here," he told me.

"But why?" I asked.

"What my cousin wants for us to stay here is too much," he told me, staring down at the ground.

I lifted his chin up so he was looking me in the eye. "What does he want?" I asked.

"I don't want to tell you," K responded.

"But if we leave here, what will we do?"

"I don't know," K admitted.

"You must tell me what he wants," I implored K. "It's something to do with me, isn't it?"

"Yes," K told me. "He said we could stay here if you made love to him."

I swallowed hard. Days earlier, such a request would have meant nothing to me. But since this morning, I had thought of myself as free and that my sex was for K alone. Now, simply to have a roof over my head, I would have to return to being a prostitute.

"We have to sleep somewhere," I told K. "If there is no other option, I must do this. It doesn't need to separate us," I assured him. "My mind and soul will be with you always."

K nodded in defeat. "I'll go tell him," he said.

K returned and told me, "He's ready for you now."

Still holding the towel around myself, I walked down the hallway to the front room, where Masaru was sitting. "Before we start," I asked him, "How long can we stay here?"

"Every day you make love to me, you can stay here," he told me, in a very matter of fact manner. His confidence frightened me. In that moment, he seemed capable of anything.

For a moment, I considered negotiating with him, but then I realized I had no power. I collected my thoughts and told him, "Very well. What would you like me to do?"

Masaru, stood up and began to remove his clothing. "Lots of things," he laughed. "I like having my cock sucked. I like fucking. But first I want to get a look at your breasts."

I let the towel drop from me and stood before Masaru naked. Stepping out of his underwear he stood before me, his penis erect and perpendicular to his body. "Unbelievable," he whispered.

"K, come here," Masaru commanded.

"Why?" K asked from the back room.

"I want you to photograph us," he told K. My heart sank.

K walked into the room and his humiliation was palpable. Masaru tossed him his camera. "Here's the first shot," Masaru said, standing behind me and massaging my breasts with his hands. "Don't be stingy, take lots of photos - it's digital."

K took the pictures dispassionately and I closed my eyes, unwilling to witness his humiliation. Masaru then moved me sideways and, kneeling before me, pressed my breasts to his face and began to suck my nipples. K continued to take the photos.

"Kneel before me and suck my cock," Masaru commanded. Dutifully, I complied. I concentrated on my technique, hoping that Masaru might orgasm quickly so we could end this nightmare.

"Hey, hey!" Masaru shouted at K. "Pictures!" K resumed taking the photos. Masaru held my hands over my head and thrust his penis into and out of my mouth forcefully. I could see that K was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. But still he took photos.

"Time to fuck," Masaru instructed me, directing me to lie on the floor. He plunged into me forcefully and began to drive into me powerfully. As he fucked me he leaned all of his weight on me so that his arms were free and he vigorously squeezed my breasts, pushing them up toward my face. "Photos!" he shouted again at K, as though K were a disobedient child. "I want you to suck your own nipple," Masaru commanded. He fed me my own breasts and I sucked fiercely on my nipple as he continued to pound me.

My breasts fell free and I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes as Masaru continued to slam against me powerfully. K continued to take photos and I hoped he could see that I was not enjoying the sex with his cousin.

Finally, Masaru ceased his pounding and positioned himself to have breast sex. I pushed my breasts together for him so that he could bring himself to orgasm more quickly. "Lick it," he told me, thrusting his penis toward my mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and, moving forward, he began to drive his penis more forcefully between my breasts and into my open mouth. This went on for several minutes and I could feel the sweat from Masaru trickle down his body onto me.

Masaru cried out and I felt his sperm shoot into my mouth. I tried to grab his buttocks and hold him to me, but he pushed me away and his penis moved free of my mouth and in violent spasms, sprayed semen onto me. Masaru looked at K and shouted again at him to take photos. 

Finally, frustrated, Masaru took the camera from K and returned to me. In his haste, he kneeled on my arms as he straddled me and began to slowly fuck my mouth with his semi-erect penis as he took photos. The pressure of his legs hurt me and I wanted more than anything to be set free.

"Smile," he instructed me. I winced and forced myself to smile as he took photos of me.

"Clean my penis with your mouth," he instructed me and I dutifully lathered his penis with my tongue, sucking off the last remaining ejaculate from his spent member.

Masaru rose off of me and, turning to K, told him, "You are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, dear cousin."



The Story of Love Pt. 06



That night, K and I lay in bed silently; we had a roof over our heads, but at what cost? I wanted K to take me in his arms and tell me that he loved me, but I was afraid to speak. I concentrated my thoughts – it felt as though if I wished hard enough, he would speak, but he lay silently in the bed.

I realized it was up to me to speak. "K, I need you to tell me you still love me," I told him. "I didn't want to make love to Masuro and I didn't enjoy it." 

K sat up and began to cry. "Oh, I do love you, so very much. I'm so deeply ashamed. I want to provide you with a home and a life of happiness. Can you forgive me?"

I clutched K violently, feeling such a surge of love for him. "You don't need my forgiveness," I told him. "We have to make our way in this world any way we can." Sobbing, K held me closely and I kissed his neck and held him tightly.

"K," I whispered to him. "I need you to take me, to make love to me. I need to know you still want me." I trembled, awaiting his response. If he were to reject me, I couldn't bear it.

"I will always want you," he told me.

We kissed passionately and K traced kisses down my neck, to my belly, to my most sensitive parts. His skilled tongue seemed to know how to precisely unlock my pleasure. I felt embarrassed at how quickly he could bring me to orgasm. "My K," I told him, climbing atop him, "I will always love you."

I mounted him and began to rhythmically ride up and down. I enjoyed feeling my buttocks splash down against his thighs and I loved the feel of him moving inside of me. Grabbing K's hands, I placed them on my breasts and he pressed them together. K began to groan and I felt proud of the pleasure he was receiving.

I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against K as he continued to thrust in and out of me. I whispered in his ear, "What do you want most of all? What would make you feel as though you completely possessed me?"

"Oh Love," he whispered back. "I want you to take me in your mouth, as far as I can go."

I gently rose off of K and sat upon the bed. "Show me how you like it," I told him. He stood up and positioned himself so that he could thrust his penis into my mouth. He slowly penetrated my mouth and, opening my mouth widely, I took him in as far as possible. Gradually, I even engulfed his scrotum with my mouth. As I maintained this position, K let out a small whimper and began to thrust his hips. I could feel his penis hitting the back of my throat, but I relaxed, not wanting to gag and disrupt his pleasure. We stayed in this position for several minutes, K thrusting powerfully, and me holding his entire penis and scrotum in my mouth, not allowing any part of him to escape my mouth, my tongue curling under and around his scrotum.

"Oh, Love!" he cried out, and I could feel streams of ejaculate flooding my mouth and throat. I stayed calm and relaxed, simply allowing his seed to overwhelm me – and I concentrated on calmly breathing in and out through my nose. Finally, I released him with a gasp, and he staggered back, his penis dribbling a small amount of ejaculate down my chin and chest.

I felt so accepted by K and grateful for his love. He fell asleep quickly, in my arms, as I gently stroked his hair.

The next day, we awoke and K set to the task of finding work. I begged him to let me seek work as well, but he insisted that I stay in the apartment. Bored, I set about cleaning the apartment and about an hour after K left, Masuro awoke and came out from his room, his chest bare, in baggy sweat pants. "Where is your little man, Love?" he asked me, in a mocking tone.

"He'll be back shortly," I lied.

"He can't protect you here," Masuro boasted. "While you are here, you are my possession for me to do as I please."

I ignored him and continued to clean.

"But I'm tired today, so I've invited a friend over," he informed me.

"The agreement was that you would make love to me each day – not force me to make love to some stranger."

"Oh, so you and I are more than strangers now!" Masuro exclaimed. "You are really quite friendly." He walked over to me and, standing behind me, grabbed my breasts through my robe and began to roughly massage them. I felt his penis stiffen against my buttocks. "You'll do as I say or you and your stupid little fellow will be on the street."

His insults were broken by the buzzer and, without asking who was there, Masuro pressed the button, allowing the visitor into the building. He opened the door and I was greeted by an elderly man in formal dress. The man bowed to me, rather stupidly and Masuro took him into the next room and spoke quietly to him. I saw the man hand Masuro a stack of bills.

"The farmer is here to milk the cow," Masuro told me, bringing the man before me.

I paused for a moment, but then I thought to myself, I can please this old man quickly and K won't have to witness anything. "Give us some privacy, please," I asked of Masuro.

"Privacy?" he scoffed, picking up a video camera from the table. 

Resigned to the humiliation, I took my robe off and stood before the man, naked. He trembled and shook at the sight of me and I had to steady him to help him remove his clothing. He had dark brown age spots on his skin and his back was slightly bowed. His pubic hair was coarse and gray and the skin around his belly sagged down in folds. His long, thin penis sat limp.

"He might need a bit of encouragement," Masuro laughed.

I took his penis tenderly in my mouth and suckled him – he gradually became semi-erect. He gently held the sides of my head as I bobbed up and down, trying my best to coax an orgasm from him. I kneeled more closely to him and pressed my breasts around his organ. I could feel his rod stiffen as I moved my breasts up and down his shaft. The old man began to moan and utter and then his frail body violently rocked back and forth. "Ai!" he cried out, but I could not feel any orgasm. Looking down, I saw a small trail of semen leaking out of his penis. At that moment, I felt very sorry for the old man. Respectfully, I took his penis in my mouth and sucked out the remaining semen.

Withdrawing from me, he gently caressed my cheek and then bowed before me.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Masuro asked.

I nodded to him and left the room. The experience made me wonder – I could surely make more money in a day as a prostitute than K could earn in a month. If Masuro was going to prostitute me, why shouldn't I just do it myself?

I idly spent the remainder of the day cleaning the house, distracted by my thoughts. My sex was worth money, but how would I find the men who would pay me?

K returned home, looking dejected. "Nothing," he whispered to me, as Masuro was standing nearby.

"I have a favor for you tonight, cousin," Masuro told K. "Tonight, I'm going to give you two options – I can watch you make love to your woman and a second girl, or you can again watch me make love to your woman."

I began to speak up, to protest that I had already made love to the old man, but I realized I didn't want to admit this to K.

K looked confused by the question. "It's up to Love," K noted, staring helplessly at me.

"Bring us this other woman and she and I will make love to K," I told Masuro. He looked slightly disappointed but he left, presumably to retrieve the woman.

When I was sure he was gone, I turned to K. "How much longer must we stay here?" I asked him.

"I'm not having much luck finding work," K admitted. "The only jobs available are dangerous, but if I don't find something in a few days, I'll take those jobs," he said impulsively.

"What kind of danger?" I asked him.

"Typical danger," he replied, cagily.

"K," I hesitated. "What if I were to work as a prostitute – not for a long time, but just enough to get us started?"

K frowned. "It's dangerous here. There are gangs that control the prostitution, so you'd have to work for them. They would treat you roughly and keep almost all the money. It's not a good idea, trust me."

"Is Masuro part of a gang?" I asked.

"I don't know," K admitted. "He makes it seem like he is." I wondered if Masuro was prostituting me outside of his authority – and if that was dangerous for me. 

We were interrupted by the sound of Masuro at the door. He came in with a skinny, drunk woman who appeared to be Chinese. She had a round face and a flat nose. She staggered over to us.

"I fuck?" she asked Masuro, pointing at K.

"Yes, you fuck," Masuro assured her, picking up his camera.

Ignoring me, the woman stepped out of her clothing and began to undress K. The woman had very small breasts and bright red pointed nipples. Her pubic hair was curly and bushy, unlike mine, which was fine and straight. I was unsure what to do. I undressed quickly and by the time I was finished, the woman had K undressed and was sucking on his penis. K looked helplessly at me. I sat behind K and, positioning myself between his legs, kissed the bottom of his scrotum gently. He reached behind and touched my hair tenderly.

Masuro was filming us, and at the same time, he had his penis in his hand and was masturbating. K stood silently. I stood next to him and whispered in his ear. "It's okay for you to enjoy this." He merely grimaced.

"Time to fuck!" the Chinese girl cried out and she leaped into K's arms. He awkwardly caught her and I helped her get positioned so that she was penetrated by K. She must have weighed half of what I did – she was an ethereal presence, and no sooner had I positioned her on K's erect penis, did she begin to violently rock up and down.

Within minutes, she was shuddering and howling in orgasm and I felt ashamed at how well pleased she was by K, even though I knew he was doing little more than holding her. While I enjoyed penetrative sex with K, I rarely had an orgasm from this act and I could only imagine how much pleasure this woman would have felt had she enjoyed the skilled touch of K's tongue. The woman continued to shriek and shudder as she held K tightly by the neck and bobbed up and down upon him. K braced himself strongly with his legs to withstand the woman's motions. I felt extraneous and was wondering what to do, when Masuro's voice broke my thoughts.

"Okay, time to switch things up," he told us. The woman stopped her shaking, and K lifted her up and set her back on the ground. He looked exhausted.

"Cow," Masuro directed to me. "Lay down there on the floor." He then positioned the woman on top of me in the opposite direction so that our mouths were directly on one another's vaginas. "I want you to lick each other, while my cousin continues to fuck." Obediently, the woman and I began to lick one another and soon, K entered me and slowly and steadily thrust into me. I tried to will my mind to another place, but the physical sensation was too great and I soon felt intense pleasure. I buried my face into the woman's vagina to stifle my groans as a series of orgasms passed through my body. I then felt K's semen explode inside of me and I felt his hands gripping my bottom tightly, as he thrust one last time inside me and then held himself closely to me. Exhausted, I fell forward, the Chinese woman continuing to suck and lick my vagina. I could feel K's seed spilling out of me onto the Chinese woman's mouth, but I was so emotionally exhausted that I didn't feel any embarrassment.

"Very well, done!" Masuro exhorted. "Now, one final thing," he told me, pulling me by the hair so that I came face to face with the Chinese woman. "The new friends kiss!" he told us. I leaned in to give the woman a kiss, but she threw me off balance by grabbing me roughly and pulling me to her. As I tried to regain my balance, the woman thrust her tongue into me and I could taste K's seed upon her. I thought my humiliation was complete, but I then felt a thick, splattering liquid upon me – Masuro was now ejaculating on us. Instinctively, I shut my eyes as his semen hit the side of my face.

Once the splattering stopped, I opened my eyes. The Chinese woman looked angry and was spitting out Masuro's seed from her mouth. Masuro approached the woman and looked as though he was going to strike her and I instinctively grabbed him by his waist and pulled him toward me, to protect the woman. "Hungry little cow," Masuro told me, as I took his spent penis in my mouth. Masuro caressed the side of my face as I cleaned him. Realizing how this must have looked to K, I pulled away and glancing toward him, I could see him smoldering in anger and shame. The Chinese woman got up abruptly and wiped herself off with a towel from the kitchen, dressed and left. Masuro nodded to us and went back to his bedroom.

"I'm sorry, K," I told him. "I only took Masuro in my mouth to prevent him from striking that woman."

"You are a kind person, Love," he told me. "And I've brought you to such depths of degradation. I feel as though I want to kill. But I know I have to focus on how I can best care for you."

"We have to leave here," I whispered. "Or at the very least, we have to get some money quickly. Every day we are here pains and saddens you so." I cupped his face in my hands. "Oh, K, my life as a prostitute has better prepared me for this situation. You are not prepared for this kind of life and it is destroying you." He burrowed his head into my breasts and quietly cried. I could feel the moisture of his tears upon my breasts.

"Love, if something were to happen to me, could you make it back to Miss Akemi's?"

I was horrified by his question. "You know I could never go back there," I told him.

He didn't respond, but brooded silently. That evening passed restlessly, the two of us consumed by our own thoughts. I felt estranged from K and sad. What would tomorrow bring?



The Story of Love Pt. 07



K and I went to bed without making love that night. When I awakened he was gone. I started to feel sorry for myself, but then a thought came to me - you aren't a stupid cow - you are a smart woman and you can find a solution. I decided to leave the apartment and explore the neighborhood.

I pulled back the curtain to the room and looked in the hallway - Masuro was nowhere to be seen. I walked quietly through the hallway, not daring to look up, and walked straight to the front door. Releasing the lock, I quietly opened the door and stepped out of the hallway. I realized I had been holding my breath and, once in the hallway, exhaled, then inhaled deeply. I had a moment of fear: I had no money and I was in a part of the city I didn't know. But I pressed on; I had to get my bearings and think of a solution to our situation.

I quickly headed down the stairs and left the building. It was still early in the morning and the street was busy with cars and pedestrians. School children walked in groups. I made a point of taking in the surroundings and I decided I would set up a system of walking away from and then returning to the corner near the apartment. I had no watch and could not tell the time, so I made a note of where the sun was in the sky. It was a gently overcast day and the sun was low in the East; it had been just past 8 when I left the apartment.

Even though I had dressed plainly, I could feel men stare at me as I walked by. The old men seemed to regard me as curiosity, their eyes briefly drifting over me, but the younger men stared at me, assessing me with a placid malevolence. 

"Come here," a young man beckoned to me. I paused, unsure of what to do, and while I was stupidly deciding what to do, the man walked up to me, standing insolently inches from me. "You're new here, aren't you?" he asked me.

I was flustered and I stammered out, "Yes, my husband and I just moved into the neighborhood."

The man laughed gruffly. "You walk the streets while your husband works?" he quizzed me.

"I'm on an errand," I started to say, but for some reason, corrected myself, "my husband doesn't have work yet and I'm looking for work, too," I told the man.

"I don't know what your husband does for a living, but I may have a job for you," the man told me, his eyes looking up and down my body.

"What kind of work?" I stupidly asked him. I suspected he was teasing or flirting with me, but I couldn't pass up the chance for work.

"I run a club and I need women who can entertain the patrons," he told me. He pointed up the street at what appeared to be a small bar. "I'm just coming home now. I'm too tired to interview you, but if you come by the club around four, I'll meet with you. Wear something nice," he told me.

"I don't really have anything nice to wear," I admitted.

He sighed heavily, as if in disbelief. He looked up and down my body. "Come with me," he told me. "My wife left me several months ago and she left many of her belongings - you can have anything you want."

I wasn't sure whether or not to trust the man, but he began to walk up the street and like an obedient dog, I followed. "You really shouldn't walk in this neighborhood by yourself," the man told me, as he held open the door to his building for me to enter. I waited in the foyer as he climbed the stair ahead of me.

He ushered me over to a sofa and instructed me to sit down. He then brought out several dresses and laid them next to me.

"Try these on," he told me.

"Where should I try them on?" I asked him timidly.

"Right here," he told me, looking straight at me in an insolent manner. "Look, I see naked women all the time - I'm not going to jump up and rape you."

I looked over at the dresses - they were fine silk and beautifully colored. After suffering degradation at the hands of Masuro, letting this man see me naked seemed unimportant. Wordlessly, I stripped down to my bra and panties and tried on the first dress. The man sat, reflecting no emotion.

The dress felt slightly tight, especially around the chest, where I couldn't button the dress completely. I felt self-conscious in the dress.

"It looks fine," the man told me. "Try on the next one."

I picked up a green dress with a forest scene embroidered in a full skirt; it was beautiful and my heart soared at the idea of possessing such a dress. I struggled to get the dress on properly and felt bitterly disappointed in the possibility the dress did not fit. Evidently, the man's wife had average sized breasts. I looked at the man and he was slowly shaking his head side to side.

"It's too tight, he told me." Getting up from the couch, he walked over to me. "Let's try this," he told me, removing the top half of the dress and letting it fall forward. I stood, wondering what he was going to do. He unclasped my bra and lifted it forward. Nervous, I crossed my hands over my naked chest.

The man walked in front of me. "It might fit if you leave the bra off," he told me. He pulled my hands back and finished removing the bra. He then stood inspecting me, straightening my shoulders. "These are beautiful," he told me, taking my breasts in his hands and gently lifting them up. I held quiet, thinking that if I stood still, nothing would happen. "If you improve your posture, you'll show your breasts off to great effect."

"You don't even need to interview," he told me, lifting the top half of the dress up and fastening it in the back for me. He handed me my bra. "Let me tell you what the job entails and if it sounds okay to you, you can stop by the club at four."

He proceeded to outline the job. I had to make conversation with the men and encourage them to buy drinks. If the men asked me to dance with them, I had to dance with them. Men could pay extra to have private moments with me in a series of rooms in the back. What I did during those sessions and how much they paid me was up to me, but the club kept half of my earnings and if I were ever to try to cheat the club, it would be the end of me. The other girls could tell me the going rate for the different acts in which I might choose to engage. He warned me that men might fondle me or take other liberties while in the main room and that I was to gently deflect these forays or suggest moving into the back rooms, if I wanted to find ways to earn extra money. When he asked me if I could tolerate such a job, it was all I could do not to laugh, having endured far worse at Miss Akemi's, not to mention the indignities I had suffered at Masuro's apartment.

"I don't mean to be impertinent," I told the man, "but my husband and I are living with a cousin and it is an unfavorable situation. How much does the job pay and how quickly could I secure part of the salary?"

The man looked at me seriously. "Things are tough?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted, looking down at my feet.

"I can find you and your husband an apartment today under a few conditions," he told me.

I hesitated to be hopeful - whenever a favor had been offered me in the past, it always seemed that the conditions of that favor made my life even more miserable.

I waited for him to speak, but he sat, looking at me intently. "What are the conditions?" I asked.

"You must be my mistress. Not only today, but for every day of your life until I tire of you. Even if you quit the club, you must remain at my disposal. In return, I'll give you housing and 25,000 Yen a week for your work at the club and for your husband to run set up and close down at the club."

I knew instantly I would accept the offer, but I didn't want to blurt out stupidly my assent. I looked down and pretended to be seriously weighing the offer. 

"I promise you, I am a gentle lover - you won't have to do anything crude with me."

"Yes, I accept your offer," I told him. "On one condition. I can't bear to go back to the place in which I live. Could you have someone retrieve my husband, K, for me and bring him back to the apartment you are providing for us?"

He looked at me queerly. "What's the name of your husband's cousin?" he asked me.

"Masuro," I replied, and saying his name felt like putting something foul into my mouth.

The man laughed. "I'd be happy to have someone retrieve your husband from Masuro."

Standing up, I removed my dress and stepped out of it. It seemed to me that the sooner I had sex with the man, the sooner I would have an apartment in which K and I could live - the sooner we'd have money for a life together.

"There is one more thing," he told me, interrupting my undressing. "To symbolize my ownership of you as a mistress, you will be given a small tattoo on the bottom of your foot. This tattoo will be recognized by a certain class of people - this tattoo will both protect you as well as ensure that you always remain mine."

I paused, my dress around my ankles. "Is that really necessary?" I asked him. He did not respond, but stared at me intently. "My husband will see it and wonder what it is."

"How you explain that to your husband is your own concern - and the same goes for our arrangement."

I felt powerless and couldn't speak. I simply nodded my head.

"You're not a virgin are you?" the man asked. I shook my head no. "Have you tasted sperm?" he asked me. I shyly nodded my head. He continued to ask me about the sexual acts in which I had engaged and, to my embarrassment, I had done all of them, even accepting a man's sperm on my face.

"Have you ever let a man fuck you in the ass?" he asked.

I paused, blushing at his language and shook my head from side to side.

"Very well," he told me. "That's what we will do. It's important to feel that I have your loyalty - that in some way, you are giving me your virginity."

"I've heard it is painful," I reluctantly told the man and as soon as I said it, I felt foolish. My pain was not his concern.

"I will initiate you in the act in the most gentle manner possible," he told me. He then walked up to me and held me by my shoulders. "I want you to admire me as your master - I don't want you to fear me. I want it to feel as though you are giving yourself to me freely. Do you understand?" I nodded. "I will treat you with love and respect so long as you are obedient to me," he added.

The man took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom. He undressed, carefully folding his clothes and setting them upon the dresser. He then motioned me over to him; I still had my panties on.

"What's your name," he asked me.

"My mother named me F___," I told him, "but my friends call me, Love."

"Love," he repeated, as if tasting the word.

"What am I to call you?" I asked him.

He paused, as if taken back by my question. "Call me, Boss."

He instructed me on how he wanted to please me. I spent several minutes merely kissing him, his tongue exploring my mouth. He then spent a long while caressing, kissing and sucking my breasts before he laid me upon the bed. I found myself being aroused by his attention and as he placed his mouth on my vagina, I let out a slow moan. He continued to focus his attention on me - it was like I was a puppet on a string - he would build me up, as if to climax and then withdraw his kisses. Involuntarily, I gripped his head and pressed him toward me. He lifted his head up, "you seek release?" he asked.

"Oh, please, yes!" I told him.

He then built up again, his delicate strokes becoming firmer and more rapid - it was as if a current was passing through me. I arched my back and screamed out, as unbearable ripples of pleasure tore through my body. He continued to kiss and suck on my vagina as I cried out. Panting, sweat running down my face; I finally pushed his head away.

He sat next to me on the bed. "I think you will enjoy the task of being my mistress." I felt embarrassed by his acknowledgement of my pleasure and I must have blushed. "We can have no embarrassment between us," he told me. "We will be fully intimate." 

It struck me that he was right and that, because I could not tell K what had transpired, that I would in some ways be even more intimate with this man, than with K. I tried to hold back the tears, but I could not, and I began to cry.

The "boss" was startled but then he appeared angry. "I was very patient in pleasing you," he admonished me. "And I don't intend to wait for my own pleasure."

"I can't see you like this," he told me, rolling me over onto my stomach. Then I felt him clamber over me and, his hands spreading my buttocks, his penis entered my vagina. He slowly penetrated me with long, even strokes. He placed his hands on my shoulder blades, pushing me down. Somehow, feeling his weight upon me calmed me down and I gradually ceased my crying.

I was spent from my orgasm and was grateful to be able to just lie still as the boss continued to thrust in and out of me. My mind wandered and I began to wonder where K was and what he was doing. I hoped that he wasn't in trouble.

My thoughts were interrupted as the man withdrew from my vagina. But he continued to thrust, this time between my buttocks, the head of his penis rubbing against my anus. I wondered if this was how a woman was prepared for anal sex. I had heard that some of the girls in the house offered this to men. The man continued to thrust against me, his penis well lubricated by the juices of my vagina. My anus seemed to respond to the rubbing of his penis - I began to want his penis inside me and without realizing it, I began to moan and shake my hips slowly.

"You are wonderful," he told me - and as he spoke those words, he pressed downward, his penis slightly entering my anus. I could feel the muscles of my sphincter relax slightly to accommodate him.

"We will go slowly," he told me and he began to thrust softly with very short strokes.

"Tell me you want more," he urged me.

"I want it," I told him. I felt like a mindless animal. "I want all of you."

He began to slowly lengthen his strokes and I could feel myself stretching open. I felt a mix of mild pain and tingling pleasure and I continued to moan.

"Tell me you like this and you want it," he commanded me.

"Oh I love it!" I told him. "And I do want it!"

He began to quicken his pace and I couldn't control myself. I was groaning loudly and my head was thrashing from side to side. And then suddenly I felt him ejaculate inside of me and his hips bucked wildly. I felt as though he might tear me apart, he was thrashing about so recklessly. Finally, he stopped his thrusting and fell against my back. I could feel the sweat of his body upon me and the quick rise and fall of his chest as he breathed rapidly.

I seemed to eject his limp penis and he rolled me over. "You will make a fine mistress for me," he told me. 

He left briefly and returned with a wet washcloth. "Clean me and then show me how much you adore my cock."

I cleaned him carefully with the washcloth and, once I had assured myself he was clean, I placed his penis in my mouth and tenderly sucked and caressed it with my mouth and tongue. He surprised me by kissing me tenderly on the mouth. He then curled up in bed next to me and we fell asleep.