PART ONE

It was a quiet day in Tokyo. Spring had come and leaves were on the trees, flowers bloomed and the idyllic sound of a light warm breeze filled the air with magical expectancy...

Kiko bathed slowly, bringing a sponge across her sensitive brown nipples, delighting in the rush of Jasmine-inflected water as she let it flow over her skin. She loved the little tingle of arousal it gave her. She smiled, thinking erotic thoughts while soaping her thighs, her left hand index finger and thumb pinching and twisting her nipples purposefully. Her pretty mouth opened and she gasped, ‘Ai! Ai!’ as a rush of arousal overtook her senses. She went lower with the sponge, pressing it against her vulva lips, parting them to reveal her secret inner slit. She squeezed the sponge over her groin and sighed, ‘Mmmmmmmm!’ as the warm water excited her clitoris, running over it in little rivulets, then down her thighs.

She dabbed her clitoris  once more, emitting a soft, mouse-like cry of ‘Ohh-ai!’ as she did it. Then followed another ‘Oh-ooh!’ in a falling cadence, as she teased her vulva-lips with her fingers. She dropped the sponge into the water and settled back and started masturbating, slowly building the tension by imagining herself the centrepiece of a torrid orgy . (Kiko was sure the extreme scenes she imagined were outside the realm of the possibile). The tumbling images of depravity disturbed her and made her feel ashamed, but the excitement they gave her soon overcame any guilt. A few minutes of stroking and teasing elapsed, then, with a satisfied howl of ‘Ai-ah-h-h-h!’ Kiko climaxed, her slim body convulsing in the bath water, high-pitched mouse cries accompanying her thrashing movements. She pressed her thighs together and massaged her abdomen as strong orgasmic shocks jolted her body. She panted uncontrollably and a strange mantra came from the back of her sinuses. She had seemingly no control over its duration or volume whenever she orgasmed...

‘Ai-ai-ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-ahhhhh!’ it went.

Finally, trembling and racked with pleasure, Kiko settled back into the water, a contented smile playing on her naturally pouting lips.

When Kiko emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a white silk robe, she was pleased to see that her mother had made green tea. Kiko’s mother was not the typical, traditional Japanese mom. She’d been a psychiatrist, in New York City, for many years, and was fairly westernised in her thought. She had brought Kiko up in a liberal, sexually open way.

As she poured the tea from a bamboo-handled pot, Kiko’s mother smiled. ‘Daughter, I heard you just now,’ she said, ‘I’m pleased you enjoyed yourself so much.’

‘Oh, how embarrassing?’ Kiko said with a sly giggle, after sipping her tea.

‘Was I louder than usual, mother?’ she asked, adding: ‘I’m sorry if I bothered you.’

Her mom smiled a beautiful fifty-two-year-old smile.

‘No, not at all,’ her mom replied, ‘the sounds of sexual pleasure never bothers me, my dear. Only the tension of sexual frustration bothers me.’

Kiko nodded in agreement. ‘I had some wild thoughts,’ she said, ‘...really deviant thoughts, just now.’

‘What do you mean by deviant?’ Kiko’s mother asked, putting her glasses on the tip of her nose and looking at her beautiful thirty-year-old daughter with an admiring stare.

Kiko smiled. ‘I thought of offering myself as a human toilet to a dominant  man,’ she said.

Her mom nodded, sagely. ‘Were you pleased to be doing it?’ she asked.

Kiko nodded. ‘Yes, mother, I’m always the willing receiver in those fantasies,’ she replied; then she sipped some tea and stared at the floor.

‘You would appear to be a masochist, with a love of defilement,’ her mom explained.

‘You really think so?’ asked Kiko. 'Why am I so abnormal, mother?'

Her mom smiled. She waved her hands about in front of her as she explained: ‘Defilement, in psychiatric terms, my dear, is a strong urge to sacrifice your dignity, to degrade yourself utterly, to give others pleasure. Some say it’s a form of inverted narcissism, where the subject takes secret pleasure in doing things few others would. It makes them feel superior; a peculiar twist of logic. Do you understand what I mean, my daughter?’

‘Yes, I do, mother,’ Kiko replied. ‘Is what I feel very unnatural?’

‘Nothing is unnatural, my daughter, life moulds us all in its own way, towards whatever we are receptive to. Your masochism probably springs from the hurt you still feel about the break-up with your father, all those years ago. If it is, I apologise wholeheartedly. Childhood trauma is behind most of what we feel sexually and in fact, our response to sex in general'

She went on...

'For instance, my father was a sadist who enjoyed abusing his wife and children in many unspeakable ways. Japan was very different in those days, and women had no rights. For years after, before I gained psychological insight, I would seek out young men who I unconciously manipulated into hurting and degrading me. I felt satisfied after they’d defiled me, as if I’d, perversely, fulfilled my destiny. All those dark feelings came from being abused by my father, when I was a young girl.’ 

Kiko looked horrified. ‘Oh, my God! Did grandfather sexually abuse you?’

Her mom nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘on a number of occasions he forced me to make love with him. The beatings excited him and he had to have sex, with either me, or my sisters.’

Kiko gasped. ‘What? He had sex with all of you, my three aunties, too?’

‘Yes. I only found this out, years later, after father had died and I’d qualified as a psychiatrist,’ her mom said.

‘I’m so sorry,’ said Kiko, crying and hugging her mom, tight.

‘It’s okay, darling,’ her mom said, ‘I’m long over it now. Grandfather was a very sick man, I recognise that now. His psychopathic condition probably came from events in his own harsh childhood, I would imagine.’

‘You never found out what caused him to be that way, even when he was old and dying?’ Kiko asked.

Her mom shook her head. ‘No. Grandfather was in denial, very set in his ways. Now we’ll never know, I suppose?’

‘Anyway, back to you, my daughter, tell me more about your sexual feelings, these masochistic urges you have. I won’t judge you, I promise.’ 

Kiko toyed with her silk robe for a moment. ‘It doesn’t bother me,’ she said, ‘my masochistic tendencies, I mean... In fact, I rather like the idea of being someone’s sexual plaything, to be bent to their will, be made to comply with their dark demands.’

Her mom smiled. ‘As long as it’s only a game, daughter, there’s no harm in it at all. It only becomes dangerous, mentally, if co-dependency occurs.’

Kiko frowned. ‘How would I know if that's happening to me?’

Her mom took Kiko’s hands in hers and held them. ‘If a fantasy becomes all-consuming, my dear, certain symptoms might occur; these could be high blood pressure, hypertension, palpitations, paranoia, mental confusion and so on; when the addiction, or fixation, is out of control and unsatisfied.’

‘So, mother, what you’re saying, is that I should always keep a balance.’
‘Yes, of course, then you’ll be fine.’
'Think of it all as a game'
'That's it.'
‘Thank you, mother, for being so understanding.’
‘It’s my pleasure, my dear.’

The two women finished their tea, in silence.

(-)

Later, Kiko dressed and went out with a couple of girlfriends. Kim, the taller of the two friends said, when they were in a crowded bar, in downtown Tokyo, ‘I’ve heard about this man, Kiko, he’d be just right for you. His name is Master Hiro.’

‘How do you know about this Master Hiro?’ Kiko asked Kim.

Kim’s wide mouth cracked into a giggle. She covered her mouth for a moment, with her hand, and then said, ‘A friend of mine spent some time with him. She said he’s very dominant... worth every penny.’

Kiko’s mouth dropped open. ‘What? You mean she paid him?’ 

‘Yes,’ said Kim, ‘Hiro's a professional Master.’

‘Was he any good?’ Kiko asked.

‘Brilliant, apparently...' Kim revealed. 'My friend, Aki, said that Master Hiro made her climax three times, without even having sex with her!’

Kiko’s eyes widened. ‘Wow! Master Hiro must be very good.’

‘Aki actually used the term mind-blowing to describe her time with him,’ Kim said.

‘Do you have his number?’ asked Kiko.

Kim fumbled in her bag and produced a card and handed it to Kiko. She examined it and thanked Kim and said she would contact the mysterious Master Hiro, soon.

The next day, during her lunch break from the television company where she worked as a production assistant, Kiko called Master Hiro.

‘Hiro,’ a clipped male voice announced. Then, before Kiko could announce herself, he enquired, ‘Who is this? What do you want?’

‘Ah, sir, a friend of mine gave me your number. I would like to make an appointment to see you,' Kiko, nervously, said.

‘Who's this friend?’ Hiro demanded.

‘Aki Yokomatu,’ Kiko told him.  

‘Ah, yes, Miss Yokomatu, she’s a good subject, very compliant. You understand Miss, what I do and what I will expect from you?’ Hiro said.

‘Er... yes, sir, I’m aware of what you do,’ Kiko replied.

‘Are you experienced in the ways of sadomasochism?’ Hiro asked.

‘No, sir, not at all, but I’m very willing to learn,’ replied Kiko.

‘Good! I like honesty in a woman. When would be convenient for you to come and see me, at my studio?’ Hiro asked.

‘Saturday afternoon, sir. I have free time then,’ Kiko explained.

Hiro checked his diary. ‘Yes, Saturday is good for me too. Say, four o’clock. What is your name, Miss...?’

‘Kiko, sir,’ she replied. ‘Kiko Arumi.’

‘Okay, Miss Arumi, I’ve put you in my dairy, for four o’clock,' he said.

'Thank you, sir,' Kiko said.

'How do you want to pay?’ Hiro asked.

Kiko cleared her (dry) throat. ‘By Visa card. Is that okay, sir?’

‘Of course,’ Hiro replied. ‘It’s half in advance, and half after the session. A session lasts two hours. You know my rates, I assume?’

‘Yes sir,’ replied Kiko, having discussed it with Aki.

Kiko recited her credit card details and Master Hiro entered them into his PDQ machine and soon got a positive result. ‘Good, it’s done,’ Hiro said. ‘I'll see you on Saturday, Miss Arumi, be aware my sessions are hard and edgy, but they are always sexually exciting...

I hope you have a high sex-drive.

Do you?’ he asked.

‘Yes, sir. I have a very active libido,’ Kiko said and rang off.

She sat back in her office chair and thought about what the session with Master Hiro might bring her. She checked his website and saw to her relief that he was an attractive, 40-something, man, with broad shoulders, intelligent eyes and a poise about him that impressed her. Even if Hiro had been ugly Kiko would’ve gone through with the appointment, because her need for deviant experience was now becoming urgent.

(-)

On Saturday afternoon, Kiko put on her finest designer dress and high-heels for the visit to Master Hiro. She told her mother about it and gave her the contact details in the unlikely event of something going wrong. Her mother waved and said, ‘Have fun, my daughter,’ as Kiko went off in a taxi and was at Master Hiro’s studio fifteen minutes later. She buzzed the entry phone and Hiro told her, through an intercom, to come inside. She entered a big, oblong, dimly-lit room and found herself surrounded by coils of black, white and red rope, dangling steel chains, a full-sized steel cage and an X-frame standing in a corner. Hanging up, were many types of whips and bamboo canes, several leather floggers, a cat 'o' nine tails, different sizes of wooden bats and several thick leather belts. Kiko also noticed an assortment of leather and latex hoods, rubber ball-gags, various vicious looking piercing needles, sets of steel cloverleaf clamps, a number of heavy lead weights, a couple of steel spreader-bars, many dildos, butt-plugs and vibrators; all stacked neatly, in glass-fronted cabinets, stood neatly against the black painted walls.

Kiko felt excited to be in the midst of it all.

Master Hiro suddenly appeared. He was a couple of inches taller than Kiko and he stood there before her, dressed in a black robe with a dragon motif on its sleeve and a red sash, wrapped tightly around his waist. ‘So, Miss Arumi, we meet at last,’ Hiro said, bowing to Kiko. She returned his bow and he gestured with his hand for her to sit down. He sat opposite her on some cushions and offered her some tea. She accepted a white porcelain cup from his hand as he said, ‘You’re very pretty, Miss Arumi. Have you had a Master before?’ 

Kiko looked down and replied, ‘No sir, I’m somewhat of a virgin in this area.’

Hiro laughed. ‘Well, let’s see if we can do something about that, eh?’

He stood up, right over Kiko and said, ‘Strip your clothes off!’

Kiko stood and slowly unbuttoned her black Armani dress. Master Hiro pulled it down over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

‘Now, Miss Arumi, off with your underwear!’ he said. 'You will be totally naked throughout the session.'

Kiko fumbled with the clasp of her bra, at the back. Irritated, Hiro slapped Kiko’s fingers away and undid the clasp himself. The flimsy lacy bra fell away. Hiro stood back and admired Kiko’s two little apple-sized bumps. They had rubbery nipples, the size of cigarette butts, sticking up from speckled, light brown areolas.

‘Mm, your teats are very nice, Miss Arumi,' Hiro said, staring at her chest.

'Are they sensitive?’ he enquired.

Kiko nodded and Hiro pulled on her nipples until she shrieked in pain and covered her breasts with both her hands. ‘Good! I can see you're responsive, Miss Arumi. We’ll have a lot of fun together, I’m sure,’ he said with a sly smile.

‘C'mon, get those fancy knickers off!’ Hiro barked, referring to Kiko’s expensive, black lace La Perla panties.

Kiko eased them over her slim thighs and blushed as Master Hiro leaned in and yanked them, violently, down around her ankles. She slipped them over her high-heeled shoes and threw them down. Hiro slapped her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs wide. She did as he demanded. He then examined her vagina, smoothing his strong fingers through the tangle of coarse, black pubic hair, tracing the vulva-lips to where her clit-hood hung like a little brown twig.

‘Do you get off, easily?’ Hiro asked, looking up at Kiko’s excited face.

‘Y-e-s, Ma-s-ter, I do,’ she stuttered.

‘Good, that’s very good,’ said Hiro, wetting his index fingertip and circling Kiko’s clit with it.

‘Ai-ah!’ Kiko gasped, using her sexy little mouse voice that always appeared, on cue, when she was excited.

Hiro smiled and suddenly plunged two of his fingers up Kiko’s snatch, pressing against the wet front wall of it.

‘Ai-ah-ai!’ Kiko cried out and gripped his wrist.

Hiro slapped her hand away and carried on frigging her hard, until she gasped ‘Oh-oh!’ and fell forward onto him, swooning, her vulva spraying gushers of silvery fluid onto the stone floor beneath her spread legs. Hiro brought his fingers up to her nose. ‘Sniff, sniff your essence, you horny little bitch!’ he shouted. Kiko inhaled deeply. ‘Taste yourself, too!’ Hiro insisted and shoved his fingers into her mouth. She felt powerless to resist, and, in truth, she didn’t want to. So, she sucked his fingers until her sex-juice was cleaned off and her mouth was full of the the taste of oysters.

Hiro smiled and stood back. ‘Good girl! Keep those shoes on. I like the height they give you,’ he said.

Coils of white rope, from a pulley, were lowered and in about ten minutes Hiro had bound and harnessed Kiko’s body in an elaborate cradle that wrapped around her breasts, upper arms, thighs, abdomen and either side of her dripping sex-lips. He activated a hoist with a hand-cranked controller and soon Kiko was suspended, effortlessly, about a metre above the stone floor. She faced downwards, her weight balanced by the superb shibari bondage that Hiro had so expertly deployed.

‘Are you comfortable?’ asked Hiro, checking that all the knots were secure.

Kiko nodded. ‘Yes sir, It feels very strange, but I’m happy to be helpless and totally in your power. I feel as if I’m floating.’

Hiro smiled. ‘That’s good, Miss Arumi. I have much to teach you; some will be hard, some easy, a bit like life itself.’

‘We will begin with fire.’ Hiro announced and brought out a long black candle and lit it. Its flame flickered close to Kiko’s breasts. Her pulse raced as she braced herself. Hiro teased the flame over her right breast, just close enough for her to get a sting from the heat; then he did the same with her left breast, the heat getting more agonising as he lingered around her nipples.

‘Aiiiiieeeee!’ Kiko screamed and Hiro removed the flame.

She felt its heat, moments later, between her legs, the flame getting closer and closer to her labia. She heard the crinkle of burning pubic hair and then smelled the disgustingly acrid stench of it as the flame teased nearer and nearer. Hiro held it directly under her clit and then whisked it away as Kiko screamed ‘Aiiiiieeeeee!’ again. He rubbed her pussy with whetted fingers, soon replacing the searing agony with absolute pleasure. Kiko groaned and moaned as Hiro’s fingers went inside her slit and found her pleasure-spot, once more. He worked on her until she was almost at the point of another climax and then he quickly withdrew his hand.

‘Now, comes the pain of sudden sensation,’ Hiro announced.

He first blindfolded Kiko with a black silk bandana and then she heard him rummaging around. ‘Ah-ah!’ she shrieked when she felt the cold steel of a pair of cloverleaf clamps that soon crushed her nipples with agonising pressure. Her nips throbbed and throbbed as the moments went by, piling agony upon agony, building and building, until it was all lost in the delicious mixed sensation of Hiro’s fingers going delightfully deep inside her slit, after he'd hung a heavy steel weight, via a hook, to the dangling chain that connected the clamps together. Another sensation soon accompanied the agonising pain of the pulling clamps...

The fierce heat of a rattan cane fell across Kiko’s bare bottom.

Her body convulsed with each swift and terrible stroke; her mouth ached to scream but it couldn’t, as it was now full of Hiro’s fat, stubby penis. The agony of the caning radiated out as Hiro’s fingers again did their work in her slit. The constant see-sawing between agony and ecstasy soon brought Kiko to her second orgasm of the afternoon. She screamed, ‘Aiiiieeeee!’ but it wasn’t heard as Hiro’s cock muted the sound. As sex-juice sprayed out onto the floor below, the sound of a leather flogger being laid across Kiko’s back could be heard. ‘WAP, WAP, WAP!’ it went, relentlessly assisting the best orgasm Kiko had ever experienced. She gobbled Hiro’s prick gratefully, gorging on it as if her life depended on it. As the electric pleasure zipped up and down her ultra-aroused body, Hiro wanked himself and spurted in Kiko’s mouth. She felt the salty-sweet oyster sauce jet out of him and fill her throat with a sticky wad. She gulped and hungrily swallowed everything he ejaculated.

(-)

When Kiko had got dressed and handed Hiro her credit card to complete the payment, she smiled and told him. ‘Sir, I’ll be back, you can be sure of that.’

Hiro smiled, bowed to her and replied, ‘I had no doubts, Miss Arumi. I feel you have come home, so to speak.’

On the taxi journey back to her mother’s house, Kiko looked out at the vast crowds on the sunny Tokyo streets. She felt elevated, special; a party to a dark secret, a secret agent in the House of Love... an initiate.

Her mother’s words echoed around her head... ‘Nothing is unnatural, my daughter. Life moulds us all in its own way, towards whatever we are receptive to...’

‘How beautifully true that is,’ she thought.

To be continued.

© 2010 Catelf