第二部 (PART TWO)

That first session with Master Hiro had awoken a sleeping tigress within Kiko Arumi and filled her with a lust she’d only visualised before, in erotic fantasies, and now here she was, having experienced the pleasures of hard bondage, pain and enforced orgasms, very interested in going even further into deviancy. Kiko longed for her next visit to the Master, and with typical Japanese modesty she left it for as long as she could bear, eventually calling him at the end of June.

She trembled with both fear and arousal as she said, ‘Sir, it’s Miss Arumi here.’

‘Ah, Miss Arumi, what can I do for you?’ Hiro replied in his usual curt telephone voice.

‘Er...I would like to book a session with you, this weekend, sir, if you have the time?’ asked Kiko.

There was a pause and eventually Hiro said: ‘Yes, Miss Arumi, I’m free on Sunday afternoon. Let’s make this one a longer session, as you have much to learn.’

‘Yes sir, a longer session is desireable,’ said Kiko. ‘I want to learn the way of the submissive concubine. Sunday is fine, sir. I’ve nothing planned then.’

Hiro asked, in a surprised voice: ‘You don’t have a lover, Miss Arumi?’

Kiko coughed and then replied: ‘No, Master. Not at the moment. I feel as if I’m in a learning phase in my life, right now.’

‘Good girl,’ said Hiro, ‘I admire your single-mindedness.’

‘Thank you very much, sir,’ said Kiko, feeling a tingle of pride at Hiro’s approval.

After paying Hiro half his fee in advance, by using her credit card, Kiko rang off and made a contented sigh, a little cat-like sigh that she often used she was in a blissful state of mind, when everything seemed to be going well in the world.

(-)

Sunday came soon enough and Kiko travelled to Hiro’s studio by taxi, arriving there at 3:00 p.m., as arranged. Hiro greeted her, wearing his usual black silk robe, the one with the dragon embroidered on it. He bowed, Kiko bowed back and he led her to the studio, where all the chains, ropes and CP implements were stored. ‘Remove your clothes!’ Hiro said, curtly. He watched with folded arms as Kiko quickly stripped and in under a minute she stood there, nude, before him. She kept her high-heeled shoes on as she had done at the first session.

Hiro smiled. ‘I like those, a lot,’ he said, pointing at Kiko’s brand new, ankle-strapped, fetish shoes. ‘They excite me. They give your pretty ankles a delicate lift,’ he added.

Kiko blushed and giggled for a moment, her pink lips parting naturally and willingly. ‘You’re beautiful...’ Hiro said, touching her smooth, shoulder-length, black hair.

‘I get quite a few ugly women in here, looking to be punished for their ugliness, their inferiority. Their weakness bores me. You, Miss Arumi, you’re different, you seem eager for corruption...Am I right about that?’

Kiko nodded, shamelessly. ‘Yes, you’re right, sir. I’m completely open to being corrupted by you.’

Hiro smiled. ‘Good! Today, we shall begin with a little bondage ritual. I call it The Pyramid.’

Kiko looked quizzical and asked, ‘Pyramid, sir, what do you mean?’

Hiro stared at her. ‘You’ll soon see,’ he said.

He roped Kiko’s wrists behind her back and tied them, with elaborate shibari knots, to her slim ankles and then took the white rope up, either side of Kiko's vulva, and criss-crossed her breasts, forming a tight and secure bond. Kiko could hardly move an inch when Hiro had finished. Then, he took up a pair of chopsticks – and asked Kiko to extrude her tongue. She poked it out as far as she could and he attached both of the sticks above and below its root, before binding them together with several tight rubber bands. Kiko felt the pressure right away, sending a surge of lust through her entire body.

This was sensual humiliation, she realised.

‘Now these can crush your pretty little tits!’ Hiro said, before taking several bamboo sticks, each about a foot long, out of an ebony cabinet. He stood in front of Kiko and compressed her breasts between them, then bound the ends with more rubber bands, so that they acted as a kind of vice. Kiko groaned appreciatively through the gag. Hiro smiled. ‘Feels good, huh?’ he asked. Kiko nodded, drool oozing down her bottom lip, onto her chest. Hiro wiped her clean with a towel and said as he did it:

‘Now, Miss Arumi, I must seal your yoni.’

He knelt between Kiko’s legs and stretched out her enfolded outer sex-lips, pulling them with his fingers, until they resembled a couple of wings. Smiling and saying that Kiko’s pussy was ‘a sweet jewel indeed,’ and that, ‘it flowed like a stream,’ he pressed her labia together and brought up another pair of chopsticks and compressed them just as he had done with her tongue. Kikp groaned ‘Mm! Mmm!’ as he closed the other end off, using yet more rubber bands. Now, all the most sensitive parts of her body were being pressed and stimulated continuously. She’d only ever imagined, before this, that such sensations were possible. Now she knew they were completely attainable, in reality.

‘Miss Arumi, your porcelain thighs need some attention,’ said Hiro.

He took two thicker bamboos, both about three feet long, again they were already banded at one end, to make fitting them easier. Hiro placed one at the front of Kiko’s thighs and then one at the back, so that the bamboos formed a horizonatal V-shape. He knelt and fastened the other end of bamboos with rope, tightening it until Kiko let out a little ‘Ah-h!’ from behind the gag. She felt as if she was trapped in some hugely elaborate vice. Coupled with the ultra-tight bondage, the sensation of helplessness in front of the imaginative Master Hiro was delicious to Kiko’s highly suggestive imagination.

‘Last, Miss Arumi, your ankles,’ said Hiro.

He used more subtle and bendable bamboo sticks for this part of the procedure, to avoid damaging Kiko’s shins. He roped the ends tight around her ankles and his pyramid design was, at last, complete. It had taken about half an hour. Kiko stood there, unable to talk, or move a muscle and sweat now beaded her flawless skin. Hiro looked her up and down and went and got a Sony digital camera. He snapped many pictures of her from all angles. ‘I’ll email them to you, Miss Arumi; a little memento of our playful time together,’ he said. Kiko nodded and drooled mucus onto the bamboo ‘bra’ below her. Hiro wiped it away with a towel and then dabbed her mouth. ‘You are so pretty in bondage, Miss Arumi. You're a born sex-slave, I'd say,’ he said, in a soft, almost tender, voice. ‘So, you're human after all, Hiro,’ thought Kiko. She radiated pride and gratitude with her soft brown eyes and realised that she loved being the centre of attention the way she was now. Hiro was right, she’d longed for this all her life, to serve and to get pleasure from it.

Hiro lifted Kiko up and carried her over to the corner of the dungeon. He stood her in a small space by a shuttered window. Her chocolate brown nipples throbbed, her pussy lips throbbed and the compression around her thighs and ankles made her aware of the subtleties of her body as never before. She watched as Hiro reached out and pinched the tips of her nipples, hard.

‘Aiiiieee!’ Kiko squealed, as the pain registered.

Hiro smiled knowingly. ‘I’m going to torture your breasts for a while,’ he said casually.

He stepped back and took down a single tail whip, one with an ornate leather handle, and showed it to Kiko. ‘This is the giver of much pain,’ he said, sniggering after he’d said it. Kiko’s eyes widened with fear as he snapped the whip hard against the wall. It made a fearsome swish and crack. He stood back a few feet and as Kiko watched, he raised his arm high and let the whip fall horizontally across her breasts. It impacted with a loud slap, leaving a thin red line after it had passed. ‘Ugh!’ Kiko shrieked, in agony, her eyes closing in response. It was a smart blow and it stung like crazy, with a throbbing intensity that she’d never before felt. Strangely, the pain radiated out into sexual arousal soon after and she actually felt highly aroused.

‘More?’ Hiro suggested.

Kiko panted; trying to control the weird contradictory sensations she was feeling. Resolving to see where the path of pain might take her, she nodded her approval. The delicious melting of the throbbing initial pain into pleasure had surprised her and excited her. Hiro smiled and brought the single-tail across her breasts, again and again, nine more lashes in all, and by the tenth Kiko was trembling and crying, tears falling onto her welted breasts, cut at many angles with little lines of crimson. Hiro put the whip away and came over, wiping away Kiko’s tears with a towel. He leaned in close and sucked on her imprisoned tongue, his fingers simultaneously circling her clit and nipples. Kiko felt sex-juice leak out and she pushed her belly against her tormentor, in a sexually provocative way.

Hiro smiled and said: ‘Well, Miss Arumi, we know you are definitely a masochist, now, don’t we?’

Kiko nodded; many deep emotions, buried for years, came flooding out with the tears.

Hiro carefully unbound Kiko and removed the bamboo pyramid, massaging her entire body in an erotic way on a rubber-topped bench, afterwards. She was aware of him spreading her buttocks, spitting first, and then jabbing several fingers up her anus. She gasped, ‘Ah-h!’ as he did it and gripped the edge of the bench where she lay, face down. Other fingers went in her slit, instantly finding her pleasure-spot. Kiko arched her slim back and sighed, ‘Oh, oh Master!’

Hiro laughed. ‘Are you feeling horny, you little pain-slut?’

Kiko smiled and replied: ‘Yes, very much so, sir.’

Hiro slapped her bottom and barked: ‘On your back, Miss Arumi!’

Kiko turned over. Hiro’s fingers covered her small breasts, the welts from the whipping now standing up like crimson and blue tyre tracks. He scrunched her boobs up in a very arousing way, before pinching her nipples. Kiko squirmed and squealed, ‘Aiiiieeee!’ as he did it. Hiro moved his fingers down, examining every part of her naked form. He pushed her legs apart, so that her feet were flat on the bench and he slapped her sex-lips very rapidly, with a loud ‘BAP-BAP-BAP!’ Kiko gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

‘Oh, Oh, Oh!’ Kiko moaned in the little mouse voice that took over when she was ultra-horny.

Hiro came closer to Kiko’s face as he frigged her yoni, really hard, with juice and slop soon splashing out of it. She felt his warm breath on her face and willingly parted her beautiful lips as his mouth met hers. His tongue tickled hers. She felt her pussy spasm against his jabbing fingers and, in moments, she climaxed.

‘Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!’ Kiko howled. The mouse voice had now gone falsetto.

Hiro whispered, ‘Amazing, isn’t it, how close the sound of ecstasy is to the sound of agony?’ He kept up just the right amount of pressure on Kiko’s vagina walls to ensure she squirted several jets of Oyster-juice all over the bench. It lay there, between her legs, in several glistening pools. When she’d recovered, Hiro gripped her wrists and made her kneel by the side of the bench, saying, ‘You made that mess, now you must clean it up. Be a good little whore for your Master.’ Kiko didn’t hesitate. She vacuumed the juice up with her lips, slurping and sucking like a shameless slut as Hiro guided her head, by bunching her hair, at the back, in his fist. When she’d licked the bench clean, he took her, by her wrists, to a bathroom in a small side room off the studio.

He pointed to a big white sunken bath, in the middle of the room, and said, ‘Get in there, Miss Arumi - on your back, hands at your sides, with your legs spread!’

As Kiko lay in the tub, Hiro undid his black dragon robe and let it fall to the floor, exposing his muscular, naked, body. He held his semi-erect cock in his right hand, aiming the swollen purple head at Kiko’s face. In moments a powerful jet of golden urine rained down, nosily, on her.

‘Oh God, this is even better than the dreams I’ve had about it,’ thought Kiko.

She opened her mouth wide and let it fill with Hiro's tangy fluid, relishing the dirty act she was a part of. She’d drunk her own urine before, but had never drunk a man’s. She so wanted to do this, to humiliate herself with what, in Japan, is a very shameful act. But, surprising herself, Kiko felt no shame at all, nor any guilt about allowing the Master to urinate on her. She felt only pleasure at wanting to please him. After a while, his piss-stream subsided to a trickle, and, on command, Kiko came underneath him and sucked his dripping cock, draining what was left and swallowing it.

‘Very good performance, Miss Arumi!’ said Hiro, patting Kiko’s soaking wet hair.

After he'd finished, Hiro climbed in the tub with Kiko, and sat down. He said crudely, ‘Miss Arumi, be a good slut and pee on my prick. It will make me very erect!’ Kiko kissed Hiro, before squatting over his groin and spreading her pussy. Soon, a little trickle of golden water spurted out. ‘Mm... this is sooh horny, sir!’ said Kiko as her stream quickly turned into a noisy torrent. Hiro yelled, ‘Yes, give me the full force!’ as he wanked his dick under the stream, until it was swollen to its full size. When Kiko was done pissing, she squatted and rubbed her pussy lips against the tip of Hiro’s prick and with a strong grip he pulled her on top of him, kissing her mouth and breasts as his cock slipped inside her yoni. Kiko screamed, ‘Oh-h-h-h-h!’ as Hiro thrust up inside her. As their bodies conjoined, Kiko climaxed a second time, gripping Hiro’s shoulders and squealing like a tortured cat as her sex-juice spat and fizzed out, over his swinging balls. Hiro gripped her shoulders and carried on thrusting away inside her, waiting until she’d finished climaxing, before he pulled out of her yoni and pushed her down on her back against the bathtub’s side. He stood over her and wanked his prick off as fast as he could manage. In a blur of hand movement and spitting milky sperm he yelled, ‘Take it, my beautiful whore, take my entire load!’

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ shouted Kiko as Hiro showered her face with a deluge of oyster sauce. She let it cover her tongue and after savouring its salty-sweet flavour for a moment, she regurgitated the bubbling mess in a display of shameless abandonment that impressed Hiro, a lot. ‘My bukkake Goddess!’ he whispered. Kiko glowed with pride and massaged the many beads of ejaculate that covered her face, into her flawless skin, bathing in seminal fluid as Hiro squeezed the last few globules out of his prick.

Afterwards, Hiro and Kiko bathed together. They washed each other with great care and reverence, soaping the other’s genitals carefully, and then sponging the suds away with clean water. Kiko had never felt so open with a man before, never this relaxed and complete, as she did now with Hiro.

‘I rarely fuck my students,’ Hiro said as they lay there in the tub, Kiko resting her back against his powerful chest.

‘Most of them bore me. With you it’s different, Miss Arumi.’

‘I feel very honoured, sir,’ replied Kiko, genuinely touched that a man of Hiro’s status would think her worthy of such significance.

‘I hope you won’t leave it very long before you visit me again,’ Hiro said after they’d dressed.

‘Oh, and another thing, Miss Arumi, forget about paying me in future. I’ll take you on as my student, for free.’

‘Sir!’ said Kiko, ‘That is so wonderful of you, I’m truly grateful for your generosity.’

Hiro smiled. ‘You’ll earn your time with me, don’t worry about that.’

Kiko giggled and covered her mouth. ‘Sir,’ she said, ‘I think of little else but you, if I’m going to be truthful.’

Hiro smiled and touched her cheek with his fingertip. ‘You could be a perfect concubine, in time,’ he said. ‘I would have you as my lover, do you know that? I don’t say it lightly.’

‘Again, I’m honoured to be thought worthy by you, sir,’ said Kiko, lowering her eyes in respect.

(-)

As Kiko left the Master’s studio to catch the metro to her part of Tokyo, a woman and a man were arguing outside a sushi bar. She stood and listened as the woman said: ‘Kenzo, I can’t stay with you anymore, you just don’t satisfy me. I need a real man... one I can respect... one I can worship!’ The woman then took a gold ring from her finger and placed it in the man’s hand. He was crying, blubbering; unable to function, calling out weakly as the woman strode off: ‘Yuki, please, Yuki, let’s try and work it out, please...’

Catching up with the woman at the metro station, Kiko stood next to her on the platform and said: ‘Hi, I’m Kiko. I saw what happened back there. You were very brave and purposeful, madam, if I might say so.’

The woman turned and smiled. She was in her forties, well dressed, attractive, elegant. ‘Thank you, Kiko, I’m Yuki,' she said. 'I’ve had enough of spineless men. That was my useless husband, back there. From now on, I’ll only submit to a strong, dominant man. You understand what I mean, Kiko, don’t you? I can tell you do.’

‘Oh, yes, Yuki, I know exactly what you mean,’ said Kiko as she got off the train.

Yuki smiled and waved as the train pulled off.

To be continued...

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