第二部 PART THREE

Kiko’s relationship with Master Hiro prospered throughout the summer of that year and by the autumn they were, Master and slave, lovers. Hiro inducted Kiko into many deviant rituals; perverse things she’d only ever dreamed about, previously. Her deeply submissive nature revelled in the scenarios that Hiro revealed.

One afternoon, he called Kiko at her office, at Nippon Television, where she worked as a production assistant. ‘I’ve arranged something for you this evening, something I know you’ll love,’ he said.

Kiko listened, thrilled to bits. ‘Oh... what have you got in mind?, Lord?’ she asked, giving a cute little giggle afterwards.

It was a sound that Hiro found unbearably cute and sexy. ‘Don’t ask me, my pretty one,' he replied. 'Just take it from me...It will please you. That’s all you have to know. Be here at eight o’clock!’

Kiko put down the phone and sat there, brooding on what might await her that evening. Her mind ran over the many intense bouts of vaginal intercourse and anal sex they’d had in the past few months, how her Lord had taught her to accept his prick with in all her holes with so much abandoned joy; to drink his piss as if it were champagne; to rim his ass first thing in the morning, to stimulate him, before he took a crap right in front of her, as she knelt beside the WC, toilet paper in hand, ready to wipe her beloved when required. She recalled how Hiro had acclimatised her to the beautiful agonies of scalding candle wax on her pussy, breasts, back and bottom and also her tongue. How she lusted for the sharp flash of pain her Lord's various whips imparted to her aching flesh; or the unbeliveable sting of a rattan cane laid expertly across the soles of her feet, or her buttocks, as she was hung, blissfully, upside down; held in place by Hiro's always secure, shibari work. And, of course, the loving tender nursing she always got, from her Lord, after her ordeals of beautiful suffering were over. His sweet words of love, so at odds with the merciless beast who tortured and defiled her with such relentless enthusiasm.

‘What does my Lord have in mind, this time, I wonder?’ Kiko thought.

She went home early and took sushi with her mother, talking occasionally about her TV production work, and of course, her beloved Lord. Her mom looked across at her daughter and sipped from a cup of green tea, before saying, ‘I envy you your relationship with Hiro, my dear.’

Kiko looked surprised. ‘Why is that, mother?’ she asked.

‘I've always desired a dominant man, one with a really open heart,’ she said. ‘Someone sexually perverse and yet inclusive within that. Hiro's like that. That's why I envy your relationship with him.’

‘I didn’t know you harboured those feelings, mother,’ Kiko said, ‘especially after grandfather’s abusive behaviour.’

‘As I explained, daughter, sometimes we ignore our demons without realising we love them. They become our silent friend, our addiction.’
‘Are you that horny, mother? I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.’
‘Oh yes, daughter, my libido, like yours, is very high. I'd say we're both hypersexual.’
'Is that your professional opinion, mother?'
'Yes...Professional and personal, my daughter.'
‘I guess I get my perverse tendencies from you, huh?'
(Both women giggled!)
'All the women on my side of our family are highly-sexed, did you know that?'
'No, mother, I didn't!'
(They giggled again).
'Have you ever had a partner such as Master Hiro, mother?’

‘Once I did, yes,’ her mom replied, ‘when I was a little older than you are now. I met him on a trip to New York, when I was studying for my Psychiatric PhD. I met an academic tutor, named Howard Smithson. He was tall, good-looking, strong and ultra-masculine. An alpha male. I dated him. One night, when we were a little drunk, I let Howard make love to me in his apartment, after he’d playfully spanked my bare bottom. It was just perfect. I had three orgasms!’

Kiko giggled. ‘Wow! You never told me this before, mother!' she said. 'You’re a dark horse. Whatever happened to this Howard Smithson?’

‘Oh, he left NYU to go and live in London. He was my tutor only for one unforgettable semester. I was very sad when I heard he'd married someone in London, a professor of anthropology, I believe.’

‘Were you in love with Howard?’ Kiko asked.

Her mother looked at the floor. ‘I think I could have been, in time,’ she replied. ‘He brought out something dark in me, something that Hiro has obviously brought out in you.’

Kiko asked, 'Howard was dominant, I suppose?'

'Oh, yes, he introduced me to the work of Sade, Baudelaire, Genet, Anais Nin, Herny Miller, Charles Bukowski, and many other libertine writers,' her mom said. 'We used to read them in bed, between delirious bouts of very violent love-making!'

‘Have you never tried to date other dominant men, since Howard?’
'A couple of times, when your father and I were going through the divorce, yes.'
'Were none of them any good?'
'No, they didn't command my respect.'
'Why not?'
'They wanted to hurt me, without any emotional basis for doing so. With Howard, I shared his lusts, I co-authoured our pornographic goings on and encouraged him to experiment on me.'
'I see. Yes, I'm like that with Hiro.'
'Now, maybe you understand why I envy you, my daughter?'
'Perhaps you could meet a dominant man again, mother?'
(Her mom sighed).
‘Daughter, at my age, it's hard to meet any men, especially real alpha males, they are rare. Many men think they're alphas, but few are.’

‘Yes, I agree,’ Kiko said. ‘It took me so long to find Hiro. I can’t believe I put up with boring, selfish, sex for as long as I did!’

Her mom smiled and held her hand. ‘Now you’ve got the perfect balance, daughter. I’m so happy for you.’

‘Thank you,’ said Kiko, leaning over a low table and hugging her mom. ‘I’ll try and help you find you a special partner, mother, I promise.’

‘I appreciate that very much,’ her mom said.

Kiko went upstairs to change. Hiro had given specific instructions as to what she should wear to that evening’s “event” – a little white blouse, a black miniskirt, pair of white panties, white knee-socks and black, flat-soled, shoes.

'This Manga look suits me,' Kiko thought as she checked herself out in a mirror.

Hiro had also told Kiko to bring a change of clothing with her. She packed an overnight bag, with her day-to-day clothes in it, and went out into the street with a long coat on, to conceal her schoolgirl-style image.

ワン、の多くの ONE, FOR MANY

‘Come in, my love, and welcome,’ Hiro said to Kiko as she got out of a taxi, outside his studio. He kissed her fondly on the lips and they went inside. In the studio, three suited men, about Hiro's age (early 40s), sat cross-legged, on cushions, on the floor. Kiko gasped. ‘Who are these gentlemen, Lord?’ she asked. Hiro put his fingertip to his lips and took Kiko’s long black coat. The three men made appreciative sounds in Japanese when they saw the cute teenage look Kiko had constructed.

‘Stand there,’ Hiro said and pointed to spot in front of the three suited men. Hiro stood to one side. ‘These guys,’ he said, gesturing at the strangers, ‘are old friends of mine. They come from outside Tokyo. They like all kinds of deviant games, and so I invited them here, to experience my favourite concubine.’

Kiko bowed to them all. ‘I’m honoured, esteemed gentlemen, to be of service to my Lord's friends.’

(Brief applause broke out from the the three men).

Hiro took out a sharp dagger from his robe and held Kiko to him, gripping her slim wrists up her back as she struggled and squealed prettily, for the watching men’s benefit. ‘No, no, no, please, please Lord, don’t ravish me in public, please!’ she role-played. The men laughed and made crude remarks as Hiro slashed Kiko’s white blouse open at the front, exposing a flimsy white bra beneath. Hiro yanked back the blouse and invited the men to touch Kiko’s breasts. ‘C’mon, be rough with the slut! She loves it hard!’ he said, by way of encouragement. One of the men stood up and approached Kiko. He first slapped her face. Kiko groaned 'Mm!' with pleasure. 'Randy little whore!' he said and then yanked the bra and ripped it off her chest. ‘Oh, couple of fried eggs!’ he yelled, in reference to the small size of Kiko’s breasts. The other two men, and Hiro, laughed their heads off. The man grabbed both her nipples and lowered his head and bit them. Kiko squealed ‘Aiiiieee!’ and struggled feebly. Her pussy was totally on fire now. Another of the three stood up and he pulled Kiko’s nipples as his friend went about strangling her, a little. The third man stood and slapped Kiko’s bottom with his big, rough hands; so hard that Kiko screamed, ‘Aiiiieeee!’ over and over. Kiko was in heaven. She was surrounded by violent and licentious men; real men, who didn't hide their perverted desires! As Hiro’s friends held Kiko tight and mauled her, Hiro pulled her white cotton panties down to her ankles and then he slashed them in half with the sharp knife and threw them down on the floor. Next, he lifted the little black miniskirt and exposed her vulva to the three eager men. A little sprig of black pubic hair above the clit showed, but the sex-lips were as smooth as a baby’s bottom. (Kiko had regular waxes now, at Hiro's insistence). One of the men said, ‘That's a very attractive twat you have there, girly!’ and pinched Kiko’s brown, almost purple, outer-labia, hard, and she groaned 'Oh-h!' in an appreciative way.

‘Look, she fuckin loves it, the hot little nympho!’ he said.

Hiro laughed and confirmed that she did. ‘Kiko’s certainly a nymph, she needs a lot of hard action boys, so I wanna see you give it to her!’

Kiko loved hearing the men’s crude descriptions of her body; how they thought she had a ‘peachy little cunt!’ and a ‘wet little slit!’ and how her asshole was like ‘a knotted balloon!’ These objectifications sent her into a dreamy, compliant state of mind and excited her in ways she’d never imagined she’d ever experience, having been brought up as a feminist by her progressive mother. Now she realised there was nothing incompatible with being a feminist and allowing oneself to willingly submit, sexually, to any kind of perversion that one wished, as long as one was ultimately free to do so and leave afterwards. Although this scene was primal and bordering on rape, she knew it would never be life-threatening. She knew would always be safe with her beloved Lord.

One of the men ripped Kiko’s black miniskirt off and it fell, shredded, to the floor. They all laughed and whooped as she stood there in front of the group, naked and helpless. Their hands roamed all over her small, slim, body. Unseen fingers probed her yoni, the men’s cries of triumph when they discovered she was soaking wet, thrilled her; then she felt rough fingers jab at her anal opening, made somewhat looser by all the sodomy, and the use of butt-plugs, she and Hiro had been indulging in over the past few months. He even made her wear butt-plugs to her office, or around her mother's house, to assist with her 'anal expansion program.' She felt hands roam over her tiny titties, crushing them and then tugging on her cigarette-butt sized nipples, grasping, pinching; jerking them about, all done in a carefree, orgiastic, manner. Kiko thought about the group sex scenes she'd watched in the Kubrick movie, Eyes Wide Shut, and she was excited to think she was now a participant in such a secret and forbidden activity. Sucking mouths conjoined on her nipples, yoni and asshole as Hiro kissed her on the mouth, his tongue seeming to say, "I love you!" with every flick.

‘You're amazing!’ whispered Hiro as the three men ravished every part of his lover's responsive body. 'Be dirty for me, my angel.’

Kiko whispered back, ‘For you, Lord. I’d do anything.’

‘On your knees!’ Hiro snapped.

Kiko knelt as instructed and put her hands on her knees and sat quietly, awaiting orders. Hiro nodded 'Hai!' at the three men and they gathered around Kiko and got their penises and nut-sacks out of their suit trousers and let them hang right over her face.

‘Bukkake doll! pose!’ Hiro said.

Kiko looked up at him with understanding eyes and said, ‘Of course, Lord.’

One of the men, the tallest one, said to Hiro, ‘You’ve got the slut well-trained, I must say!’

Hiro laughed and patted Kiko’s shiny black hair. ‘The sculptor has to have the right clay,’ he said, modestly.

‘Good answer,’ said the tall one. ‘I imagine she moulds well, eh?’

‘Very well,’ replied Hiro, proudly.

Kiko glowed with love as Hiro described her virtues as a sex-slave and she vowed, silently, to put on a performance for him that would amaze his three friends. The men stood around Kiko in a semi-circle, wanking-off their pricks at varying speeds, with little gasps and moans coming from their mouths as they worked themselves up. Hiro captured the action on a Sony Digital Video camera. Kiko knelt passively, the Japanese way, where passivity has a peculiarly erotic connotation, derived from notions of Yin-Yang philosophy where active is male and passive is female. The two make up the circle of life - neither is superior to the other.

‘Get ready, Bukkake Princess, put your tongue right out!’ ordered Hiro, sensing the moment.

Just after he’d said it, the first of his friends ejaculated, jerking his stubby cock over Kiko’s extended tongue. Ribbons of oyster sauce flew through the air and splashed Kiko’s face with many pearly beads that ran down her skin. The spurting man came in closer, grunting, pulling her nicely cut hair in his fist and shouting, ‘Take all my spunk, you bad little girl!’ She sucked on his cock briefly and swallowed what came out, turning her face to Hiro’s camera and showing him the oysters on her tongue before she gulped loudly and swallowed them.

'Oh, sooh dirty!' Hiro said, gleefully.

The second man, the tall one, gripped Kiko’s throat as he jerked himself off, really fast, calling her many degrading names as he shot a copious load over her upturned face. Kiko felt her skin tighten as jets of milky seminal fluid splashed her forehead, looped over the bridge of her nose and spattered her right cheek. The man face-fucked her, roughly, after the initial spurts and she was aware of a parcel of oysters sliding down her throat as she finished him off in her mouth.

'Beautiful! Very beautiful!!' Hiro shouted, filming everything.

The third man, the smallest of the three, took ages to ejaculate. Kiko resorted to sucking his hairy balls and finally had to tongue his hairy asshole, vigorously, before he grunted ‘Oh, Oh, you fuckin little whore!’ and shot an arc of semen that completely covered her tongue and then flew down her throat. She put both hands to the base of his cock and worshipped it with her lips and tongue, showing Hiro the semen pooled in her mouth as she giggled and played about, like a teenager.

Hiro got all the action, in Hi-Def, of Kiko kneeling there, soaked with oyster sauce, man-milk dripping off her full, sultry, lips, all down her chin and onto the slopes of her tiny breasts. The men, who were exhausted now, sat down and watched. Kiko opened her mouth, on command, and Hiro pissed right into it, delighting the men who applauded the dirty human-toilet act. As always, Kiko was only too happy to swallow Hiro’s entire bladderful and she licked her lips afterwards and said, ‘Mm, oysters and lemonade, Lord, what an unusual, but beautiful, cocktail! Thank you, all.'

Kiko stood up and bowed to the three men. They politely bowed back.

‘Our humble gratitude for your incredible performance, Miss Arumi,’ they all said in turn.

‘Okay, that’s the end of the show, guys,’ said Hiro, clapping his hands, twice.

The men stood, bowed to him and left.

(-)

‘First bukkake experience, what are your impressions, my love?’ Hiro asked.

Kiko wiped her sticky face on a white towel and smiled. ‘Lord,’ she said, ‘it was beyond words, truly amazing, thank you for giving me so many incredible sensations.’

‘It’s always my pleasure,’ Hiro told her, pouring out two small cups of warm sake. He handed one to Kiko. ‘To us!’ he said, chinking his cup against hers. She smiled and drank the sake in one long gulp. The warmth of the spirit flooded her body. Hiro came closer and slipped off his robe. He was naked underneath it and his warm skin pressed against hers.

‘Shall we?’ he asked, taking her hand and laying, on his back, on a low futon bed.

Kiko smiled and said, ‘I love you, Lord,’ and sat down, facing him, over his stiff erection. She held it in place and groaned, 'Oh-h!' as his prick embedded itself, deep in her anus. His eyes were wild and excited as he looked up at her. ‘How I love that moment,’ he said, touching her face, ‘when my wand first slides inside you.’

‘Hmm...Yes, I agree, Lord,’ replied Kiko. ‘It is indeed a magical moment. Now I must fuck you! We’ve so much stored sexual energy to release.'

Hiro held her face. ‘Of course we have, my love. Fuck me! Fuck me, like a bitch in heat!’ he yelled.

Kiko played with her clit as she rode up and down on Hiro’s wand, gripping his shoulders for support, their mouths meeting in many deep kisses as the act of sodomy progressed.

‘Lord,’ said Kiko, bouncing up and down, ‘I want you to help me find my beautiful mother a dominant lover, someone like you would be ideal.’

Hiro smiled and pinched Kiko’s nipples.

‘Aiiieee!’ she squealed.

Hiro said: ‘I know someone who likes older women. Is your mother open to, what vanilla people call, depravity?’

‘Oh yes, Lord,’ said Kiko, ‘she’s very willing to be taught what she doesn’t already know.’

‘Okay, leave it with me,’ he said and then kissed her.

A few moments later, Hiro gasped: ‘Ooh, you beautiful slut!’ as the fuck was about to reach its conclusion. With that, he ejaculated deep into Kiko’s anus. She felt his prick swell and deposit its gift of warm oysters inside her and she rode slowly, rubbing her clitoris as she watched her swollen sex-lips part and expose the inner pink recesses of her vulva. It prolapsed with the pressure coming from her lover’s thrusts into her rectum. The sight of that tipped her over the edge and she had an orgasm right away.

‘Ah-Ah-Ah-h!’ Kiko shrieked in her cute little mouse voice and she had an insight into why sex, in Japan, has always been considered a form of meditation.

"感覚の領域 (The Realm of the Senses) indeed", she thought.

Concludes in Part Four

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