STRANGE MEDIEVAL AND OTHER BONDAGE ADVENTURES

                              BY ROD

The following is pure fiction.  Any hint of factual people, places or happenings is purely accidental.

                        CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

     The following morning after our daily run, Don said to me,” Pat, I have a few books on Japan for you and have hired a private tutor to teach you basic Japanese over the next few days, mainly to occupy your time while I attend to some business matters and make some arrangements. Then we are going to Kyoto and you're going to have a chance to meet our 
mutual friend Yoshiro Matsuo."
     "Oh, you mean that you know him?"
     "Yes, he has been to our place in New York and we have corresponded and talked on the phone.  In fact he is one of the reasons we are here in Japan."
     "I don't think I understand," I replied.
     "Well, Yosh has similar interests in the Medieval Period as we do and we have exchanged ideas, drawings and even some equipment.  I want to see two techniques and equipment which
have their origins in Japan, or maybe China, and am hoping that you will be willing to be our model like you have in the past.  In fact, I want you to seriously consider exploring with him that side of you that enjoys subservience and bondage."
     "Hm.  Do I get to think about this a while?"  He nodded his answer, and I continued, "You mean that you want me to sort of be trained as a Japanese woman.  But what's the bondage angle?"
     "He is considered to be a master of Karada which is the art of Japanese bondage, runs a school and organizes competitions to which qualified people come from all over the world," Don said.  "But mainly I want you to spend some time with him in the hope of strengthening our relationship."
     I looked squarely at him and said softly, "I thought our relationship was progressing very well, Don....and you have asked me to marry you."
     "I agree, Pat, but there are times when I seem to have to discuss and persuade you to do some things which you always agree to in the end.  Occasionally it would be 
easier if you simply said yes.  Your intellect, inquisitiveness, vitality and of course your sexiness have captivated me and I love you very much.  So please think it over.  Now the tutor will be here in an hour or so. I've got an appointment with a bank."
     He took me in his arms and squeezed a few choice areas of my body.  After he left I took a quick shower and dressed in a kimono and slippers.  My mind was running at top speed thinking of what Don had said and asked.  At one extreme I considered saying the hell with Don and would return to the United States and to nursing, presumable to settle down. 
  But I immediately realized that I probably would be bored out of my mind.  I indeed was inquisitive and had enjoyed all the excitement that had occurred since I met him.  So why not say yes to his present proposal? And I could always back out later.  Besides, I loved having him around to make love to me.  So that night I said I would be happy to model for him and spend as much time with Yoshiro Matsuo as Don wished.
     The tutor turned out to be a Japanese woman in her fifties, taller than most women of the country, obviously intelligent who spoke excellent English.  Although I immediately liked her and felt that she was warm and interested in teaching me, there was also a sternness and strictness to her approach that did not tolerate sloppiness and inaccuracy.
     "Pat, my name is Saru and I have decided to call you Kiko since Pat or Patricia don't sound very Japanese.  Is that all right with you?"
     "Sure, Kiko sounds nice."
     "Your answer should have been 'hai'.  Say it."
     And in that way we started the intensive education that occupied me eight hours a day for the next five days.  Most of the teaching was right there in the hotel, but she also took me to stores, restaurants, a Shinto shrine, a train station and a beauty parlor, insisting that I use only
Japanese after the first day.  On the last of the five days, Don had an evening meeting and Saru asked if I didn't want to go to a nightclub with her, and I answered dutifully, "Hai".
     She had me put on plenty of make up and dress in a tight, green sheath dress and matching shoes with stiletto heels.  She was similarly dressed and I thought we could 
pass for prostitutes. In the taxi, she whispered that I should ask to be taken to Shinjuku's Kabuki-cho, which sounded to me like a Kabuki theater.  It turned out to be a night club section of the city featuring all sorts of places featuring disco, bars, love by the hour hotels, gay and 
cross-dressed cabarets, etc.  We walked around for a while taking in the sites and ignoring the stares and offers from men.  I saw one place that advertised S/M shows but didn't know whether Saru would approve.  On the way back to the hotel, I mentioned the place to her.
     "Oh, Kiko, you should have told me.  I would have been delighted to have taken you there and 'shown you the ropes'.  In fact, when we get to your room, why don't you try insulting me using some of the words I have taught you."
     It seemed like a strange request but that's exactly what I did.  Before I could react, she had pounced on me and wrestled me face down onto the floor and proceeded to 
bind my arms and wrists behind my back using an obi or sash from one of my kimonos.  I was  half laughing and half
struggling but not really resisting as she took off my shoes, pulled up my dress, removed my panties and then made me run before her into the bedroom.  I was thrown onto the bed and my ankles were tied to the corners using two of Don's ties.
     "Now Kiko, I'm going to leave you.  Don will be home sometime.  It has been a pleasure teaching you and I wish you well.  So thank me and I'll be on my way."
     "Saru, aren't you going to cover me up?"
     She pinched one of my exposed nipples and said, "Thank me nicely Kiko."
     "Domo arigato gozaima su."
     She stuffed my panties into my mouth, bound them there with another obi as I tried ineffectively to protest, and waved a sayonara.
     And that was the way Don found me.  He came into the bedroom carrying a note from Saru explaining what had happened. He untied my ankles but not my arms, nor did he remove the panties until he had his way with me, which left me very happy and contented.
     The next morning we packed our bags, turned in the rental car and boarded the bullet train (Shinkansen) to Kyoto.  It was an interesting trip at what seemed like 
extremely fast speed.  Yosh had arranged for us to stay at a ryokan, or inn, not far from his establishment, and I was very happy with the accommodations.  He met us for dinner that night and greeted  Don warmly.  They talked for a few minutes while I stood demurely to one side.  Yoshiro Matsuo 
was different in appearance than what I expected, but I really didn't know what to expect.  His head was shaven,
he was not real tall and there was not an ounce of fat on him.  He was lithe and muscular and it was impossible for me to estimate his age.
     When he finally turned to me, he looked me over and then said, "And you must be Kiko." I knew immediately that he had been talking to Don during the past few days. 
  "My cousin, Sam, in Hawaii has told me many things about you and I am delighted to have you here in Japan.  I have also been told by Don that he would like to see you trained in the ways of a Japanese woman.  Is that true?"
     "Hai, Matsuo-san," I quietly replied, looking partially at Don.
     "Well," he went on, "It depends on whether you are teachable and up to my standards, but you are attractive and I am willing to give you a try."  Then turning back to Don, he said, "She seems to know a little Japanese and my first impression is good.  I know you wanted to use her on the horse and perhaps one or two other things for your catalog and pictures. 
  Is that with her as an American or as a Japanese?"
     "Which ever is best for you, Yosh.  It makes no difference to me, but I would like to observe the transformation process at some point."
     This was my first clue as to what might be planned for me, and I remembered Sam in Hawaii saying that he had learned most of his tricks from his Japanese cousin.
     Yosh answered, "In that case, why don't you bring her out tomorrow and you can watch. Then we'll see if she has what it takes to be considered valuable while you get your pictures. Now let's get some dinner."
     What followed was mainly a conversation between the two men.  Occasionally, one of them would ask me a question to which I would answer 'Hai' or 'Iie' and volunteer nothing more. But Yosh frequently would run his eyes over my body and I was very aware of his physique and manliness.
     Later, after a delicious dinner which I had a hard time eating because of my nervousness, Yosh suggested we all go up to our room for a few minutes. I asked if they would like a drink and dutifully filled their requests from the small bar.
     Then Yosh asked Don if he could examine me and upon receiving permission said, "Kiko, stand before me and slowly turn around.  Good.  Now remove all your clothes and jewelry
including any pins in your hair," - which incidentally had grown a fair amount in the past few weeks and was now about shoulder length.
     He watched as I bared myself for him, had me turn around again and then had me lock my arms behind me by grasping my left forearm with my right hand and vice versa.  Then he ran his hands gently over my face, neck, shoulders, breasts, belly, buttocks, hips, thighs and legs. Obviously he was judging my strength, fat, weight and size.  By this time I 
was getting aroused and probably was blushing.
     "Spread your legs as far apart as you can, Kiko."  I did so, and then felt his fingers slide up to my folds and one finger entered me a short distance as I squirmed a little and became hotter. "You are wet, Kiko.  You must like that, don't you?"
     "Hai, Matsuo-san."
     "Kneel before Don and I and don't move or say anything until I leave."  He then told Don that he was favorably impressed with me, thought I was very attractive and might be trainable.
       After Yosh had left us, we walked around the old inn.  Don seemed concerned about me but I told him that I was fine, certainly able to take any thing that any Japanese woman could take, and was looking forward to whatever happened.  I did not reveal my apprehension about being hurt but otherwise what I said was true.  Back in the room we explored each 
other for a while before giving in to our mounting passion.
     The next morning over breakfast I asked Don whether I would be staying with Yosh or returning to the inn, and Don said that would depend on Yosh' wishes.  I was disappointed in the answer but resolved to accept with enthusiasm anything that happened.
     Our ride took us farther away from the city through beautiful countryside.  Finally we made a turn off the road onto a long, dirt that led to a group of low buildings arranged along a medium sized river.  The largest building looked like a hunting lodge with a long porch that practically encircled it.  A woman about fifty dressed in a kimono came out  to greet us and bowed to Don who did likewise.  I noticed that stuck under her obi was a two or 
three foot long, stiff leather rod that I didn't like the looks of.
     "Kiko, my name is Sachiko and you will address me as "Mama-san".  You will do as I say without any questions.  Do you understand?"
     "Hai, mama-san."
     "Good. Then come with me, and, Grafton-san, you can accompany us if you wish."  She led us around the side of the lodge towards one of the other buildings and  as we walked along she said she had been told I had my skin tanned a little not too long ago by her masters cousin and therefore I should know what to expect.  We went through the other building and into a small walled off courtyard behind it.
     There Yosh was talking to a Japanese man who was naked to his waste, wore leather shorts below and was quite tall and muscular without any fat that I could see.  Near them on the ground was a metal tub similar to the one in which I had been placed in  Hawaii.  It was already filled with dark fluid from which a little steam rose.  Not far away there 
was a small fire burning under a grating.
     "God morning, Kiko.  This is Kazu who will be helping in your training and who is my apprentice.  Please disrobe and get in the tub.  We have a long day ahead."
     I looked at Don to see if he was going to kiss me or say anything, but he just smiled in return.  The dye filled tub was very hot but I slowly lowered my body and lay back with only my head above the surface of the fluid as Kazu closed the lid and ladled some  of the stuff over my head and face.  Then he and Yosh lifted the tub by its handles and set it on the grating.  I squirmed wondering just how hot they were going to make the fluid.
     Yosh explained to Don the nature of the dyes in the fluid and said that his cousin had used a rather mild strength that lasted only a short time.  I sort of chuckled to myself for I thought my skin was still rather dark after about one week.  Now, Yosh said, they were using a stronger
solution which would last for quite some time.  I wanted to ask how long, but decided to remain quiet as Kazu again doused by head.
     Yosh and Don then wandered off, leaving me to soak or cook depending on how you looked at it.  Kazu was busy doing a number of things but was never far away.  When I tried to
lift a hand out to see what color my skin was, he pushed my head under and held it there for a minute.  When he released me he warned me not to hinder the process in any way.  He then went back to his tasks, one of which was to tie pieces of robe to rings set in two upright posts about five feet apart.  He also chopped some more wood to keep the fire under my tub going.  I amused myself looking at his muscles and tight buns which were covered with sweat in the hot sun.  He
would be fun to wrestle with I thought.
     It seemed like I had been in the tub about three hours when Yosh and Don finally returned.  They took the tub off of the grating and had me step out.  Kazu immediately led me
over near the two posts and bound each wrist towards the tops.  Ropes at the bottom of the posts were used to spread eagle me and let me dry.  Don took a couple of pictures 
which got me wondering about those that Diane had taken in Hawaii.  Sachiko then came out and proceeded to rub some type of oil all over me until I was really glistening but getting 
tired strung out that way. Then she started on my hair, using some jet black dye and lots of not too gentle brushing and
combing.  My hair tends to be pretty straight but I knew it was now going to be very straight. Finally she brushed it into a short ponytail and placed a band around the tails base.
     When Yosh was satisfied that I had dried thoroughly, he showed Don that rubbing my skin with a wet rag showed no sign that the dye would come off.  They took me inside and made me
lie on a low table while Sachiko proceeded to shave my pubic hair and the men watched my grimaces when she nicked me or scraped me too close.  And when she applied a lotion afterwards, I let out a slight scream and thrust her hands away for the lotion felt like pure alcohol.
     Kazu quickly came forward and proceeded to bind my wrists to my thighs. 
  He then helped Sachiko wrap me in several layers of wet silk sheets, mummifying me except for my head. All but Don then left the room, and he then came over to sit beside me.
     "You look very appealing, Pat, all wrapped up that way.  I can still see the swell of your breasts and you look nice and helpless.  How do you feel?"
     "Like a woman in love and wanting you right now.  Please touch me."  Which he did in several areas until my body was beginning to crave release from the pent up  passion, not the
wrapping.
     "Do you know when they are going to do my eyes?  It's rather neat the way they apply the skin glue or whatever it is."
     "Pat, I think they are going to do your eyes a little differently this time."
     "What do you mean?"  But Don motioned me to keep quiet as the others were returning. With them was another man who they referred to as isha (doctor).  He came over to me and
stretched out the skin on my temples a few times, taking note of the direction and length of the desired pull or tuck.  Using a marking pen he made some small lines, stepped back to judge their position and then nodded to Sachiko who poured some solution onto a cloth and then, holding my chin very firmly, she placed the cloth over my nose and mouth.
     I'm not sure whether I ever smelled chloroform during my nurse's training, but somehow I knew this is what I was not struggling against, but bound as I was, I couldn't move and finally had to take a breath.  I almost immediately noticed a ringing in my ears, voices became metallic, I became confused, progressively relaxing into a deep sleep.
     Don later told me that the procedure didn't take long.  The doctor had made a small incision just in front of the upper portion of one ear.  Then he passed a long hook-like instrument beneath the skin towards the corner of my eye.  Somehow the instrument inserted a piece of thin Teflon tape around the corner of the tissue near the eye, bring the tape 
back in a loop which he then fixed in place near the ear. The procedure was then repeated on the other side, taking care
to slant the eyes equally.  In the future when it was desired to return my eyes to their normal shape, the tape could easily be removed under local anesthesia but the chloroform was necessary to avoid any distortion that might come from the injection of local anesthesia now.
     I had awakened still on the table with Don and Sachiko sitting near me. 
  Other than for a headache and a little soreness near my eyes I felt fine.  Oh yes, I did feel the pull outwards on my
eyes.  Don held a mirror in front of me, and the face that looked back was that of a pretty, young Japanese woman with straight, glossy black hair in a ponytail.

                        CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

     Sachiko left us for a few minutes and returned with some soup, rice and some type of vegetable.  Happily, I did not have any post-anesthesia nausea and everything tasted good.  She also brought me a simple, wrap around sarong that came down only to my upper thighs.
     Soon after eating, Yosh came in with Kazu and they seemed pleased with my transformation.  Yosh turned to Don and asked, "Shall we go proceed with the 'horse' so you can
get your pictures, and maybe we can get to the Chinese water treatment."
     "That's fine with me, Yosh."
     "And you can stay in the guest wing of the lodge tonight.  I'll even provide you with one of my girls if you wish."
     "I accept the invitation for the lodging, Yosh, but will be satisfied with Kiko even if she is untrained."
     I couldn't believe I was hearing this conversation as if I wasn't there.  It was obvious that I had no say in the matter.  And what was this horse business?  Yosh said 
something to Kazu very rapidly which I couldn't translate but the meaning became clear when Kazu took a piece of hemp
robe and bound my hands together in front of me, palm to palm.  Using another piece of rope as a lead, I was made to follow them out of the building and into another where I 
could see some flood lights directed towards a central area.  There were several posts supporting high overhead beams with numerous ropes and pulleys.  In the central area there was a long saw horse of sorts and I wondered whether this was the horse mentioned previously.  The top horizontal bar was
constructed from two pieces of wood joined at the top lengthwise to make a long "V", and it was to this contraption that I was directed.
     Yosh said to Don, "As you may know, we think this was first used in this country although it could have been China.  And it was later used in Europe during the 15th century during certain types of questioning."  Meanwhile, Kazu had turned on the lights and  done something to the cameras.
     Kazu then looped one of the overhead ropes around the bindings of my wrists and, using a pulley began to pull my hands towards one of the overhead beams.  Initially I was pulled towards the horse and then forced to stand on tiptoes.  Finally I was raised off the floor as the bindings bit into my wrists a moderate amount.  I spun a little, suspended in the air, and was then lowered as Yosh guided my legs on either side of the horse until my crotch was resting on the top V-shaped boards.  As the rope was lowered a little more, the pressure on my labia and perineum increased but it didn't seem to be more than moderately uncomfortable.  Then I realized that my arms were pulling down on the overhead rope and my thighs were squeezing the boards to lessen the pressure.
     As Kazu used short ropes to pull my ankles out to each side, making my thighs ineffective, the discomfort together with the hot floodlights had me sweating.  Also, I was aware of the stimulation to my clitoris and vagina that was taking place.  Several flash  bulbs went off as I began to fidget and squirm.  Then he approached me from the rear and gagged 
me using a long sash that filled and covered my mouth.  My arms were tiring causing my body to rest even heavier on the horse, and I was now hurting.  Soon all my efforts to relieve the  pressure seemed to be failing.  And the floodlights kept me from seeing what Don and the others were doing.
     Then Yosh came into the circle of light, saying to Don, "Here's an interesting variation." He had Kazu haul be off the horse momentarily using the overhead rope and I looked down to see Yosh fasten a moderately long dildo to the boards.  Then as Kazu lowered me, Yosh guided my pelvis so that my vagina was gradually impaled.  For a few seconds it felt wonderful but the size and stiffness were not entirely pleasant.  When my perineum was back resting with all my weight on the boards it became a toss up of whether the pleasure of the object inside of me outweighed the pain of the perineal pressure.
      I was moaning, squirming and sweating, trying for sexual and pain release when I heard Don say, "I think we have good pictures and maybe she has had enough."
     Yosh came over to me and asked, "Kiko, can you take that for a while longer?"
     I knew he was testing my ability to withstand pain and also knew that nothing was seriously threatening my health at that point so I shook my head.
     "You've done well, Kiko.  Take her off the horse while I get the ladder ready.  And take off that robe of hers.  I want to see her breasts and her sweaty body."
     Kazu picked me off the horse using his arms as if I was a feather, untied my wrists and removed the gag and the robe as I sank to my knees and took deep breaths.  Don came over and lifted my chin, looking into my moist eyes.
     "Just one more thing for you to undergo today, pretty Kiko."
     Kazu then helped me stand up and walk a short distance to where a ladder had been placed.  One end was on the floor and the other was raised about two feet. He and Yosh had me
sit on the edge of the slanting ladder and then quickly turned me and laid me out straight with my back on the rungs.  My arms and legs were bound to the rails and then  several turns were passed around my entire body, above and below my breasts, my waist, my hips and my knees.
     Yosh picked up a two-foot length of thin but stiff bamboo and laid it across my mouth commanding me to open which I did.  The bamboo was forced back against the 
corners of my cheeks as he bound it with thin ropes around my head.  Then the ends of the  bamboo were tied back towards the ladder, holding my mouth open and head in a rather rigid 
position.
     "I think the Chinese when they designed this torture were particularly diabolical, but am ashamed to say that the Japanese soon copied it," Yosh said as he placed a broad piece of silk across my nose and mouth.  Meanwhile Kazu was hanging a large canister from an overhead rope.  The canister had an external tap and valve which dangled about two feet above my mouth.
     On Yosh's command, Kazu opened the valve slowly until the tap starting dripping water onto the portion of the silk directly over my mouth.  The first few drops spread out in the silk and then some of the next dripped into the back of my mouth causing me to swallow.  I could see the three of them watching me closely as time passed slowly and I continued to swallow as often as necessary.  Then I realized that the silk was wet against my lips and the weight of the water pooled in the silk was pushing it deeper into my mouth.  Still there was not a problem as long as I continued to swallow and breathe through my nose.  But as the silk over my 
nose got wet it would come against my nostrils when I inhaled.  I snorted in an effort to blow the silk away and
this was momentarily successful but the silk fell back, plastering my lower face.
     Suddenly I coughed, blowing the water out of the silk but again it came right back.  I swallowed several more times and then my next effort to inhale failed as the silk sealed my mouth and nostrils completely.  I thrashed and strained as I tried again and again, realizing that my pulse was racing and I was getting light-headed.  Someone lifted the corner of the silk allowing me to breathe deeply a few times but then it was back in place and I was sucking, moaning and fighting
for oxygen.
     The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in a warm robe, lying on a futon with Don next to me.  I sort of automatically curled up in his arms, confused as to where I 
was and hoping that what had happened was just a nightmare.
     "Come on, sleepy head.  Wake up.  We are expected at dinner shortly."
     "No, I just want you to hold me."
     "You mean you're giving up?"
     I was suddenly awake, somewhat mad at him and the rest of the world and resolved to prove something.  "Never.  Where's the shower."
     When I emerged and dried myself, Don had left and there was a beautiful kimono draped over a chair.  I dressed and fixed my hair, applied some makeup I found in the bathroom and went down the stairs.  I was met at the bottom by Sachiko who said I was to help serve the dinner to the men, along with two of the other girls.  I was instructed to follow 
their lead in what I did, to keep my head bowed at all times, never looking at the faces of the men, and to move quietly and gracefully.  If I did well, the men might allow me to eat anything they left on their plates.  If I didn't follow her instructions I would be whipped in front of them.
     I bowed and followed her into the kitchen where I was given a tray with glasses and a small pitcher of sake.  I was told to follow one of the other girls into the dining area, kneel and watch as she poured and served the men.  Obviously I was one level down from their status, but I concentrated on doing my job.  The meal went well except for one moment when 
one of the serving girls spilled a little of the soup.
     When the men stopped eating, they put their plates on the floor beside them and indicated that we were to eat using our hands rather than chopsticks.   Then we cleared away the dishes (and wiped our faces), returning to kneel, each beside a man.  I was between Yosh and Don, on my knees, looking at the floor in front of me.
     Then I heard Kazu say, "Suki-two, you have been clumsy.  Lift your kimono and bend over the table," which she quickly did.  Then I heard some loud whacks and looked up to see his
hand coming down hard on her upturned ass.  Spanking a grown woman struck me as funny and I involuntarily let out a chuckle, quickly looking down again and hoping that 
no one had seen or heard.
     But such was not the case.  When Kazu was finished with Suki-two, Yosh ordered me to assume the position and raise my dress.  A second later I had plenty of evidence that he was
strong, muscular, fast and would tolerate no disobedience.  The blows rained down on both my buttocks as they stung and grew hot.
     When he was through he simply said, "Kiko, I am disappointed.  Go upstairs to Don's room."
     I guess I was disappointed in myself as well.  Sachiko went upstairs with me and from a closet in Don's room took out a futon which she unrolled on the floor.  She also retrieved a long chain from the same closet, fastened one end to the wall near the bathroom  and locked the other end to a manacle she placed around one ankle.  Without a word, she left the room, closing the door behind her.  For a few minutes I walked around the room and used the toilet.  Then I removed the kimono and lay down, nude, on the futon to await Don.  I realized I had no information about what was going to happen to me, and this didn't seem proper.  Yet I also realized that this was a form of instruction in learning to accept things without discussion.
     When Don arrived almost two hours later, he indicated that I was to join him in the big bed.
     "Kiko, first of all, I love you.  You are beautiful, extremely  attractive to me, sexy and fun. I think you did very well today and I appreciate what you went through here 
in the past 10 hours. I also know that you must have questions about what happens next.  This I will explain to you tomorrow after I have made a few telephone calls.  Incidentally, I have always wanted a Japanese woman and now I have one.  And right now, I want you very much."
     I didn't need any more of an invitation.  I placed one of his hands on my breasts and with my other hand reached down to fondle his penis as his mouth began to play a  tune on my lips and neck.  He was slow and gentle with me at first but then realized that I wanted a little rough and wild love.  Too late I remembered sitting on the 'horse' and almost cried 
out when he played with and entered my sore areas, but this just inflamed my passion more.  The end result was complete
satisfaction and I think he felt the same way.
     The next morning we showered together after which he kissed me and said he was going down to make some calls and talk with Yosh.
     "And it might be prudent, Kiko, for you to take a blanket and move to the futon.  If Sachiko or Kazu come up, they would feel that this was your proper place. See you in a while."
     Indeed, Sachiko did come up bearing some fruit, tea and rolls.  Her greeting was friendly as she also handed me a simple short sarong to wear.
     "Please, do not ask me questions, Kiko.  I know little more than you about plans, except that Matsuo-san likes you.  Be patient and make yourself pretty for him.  Here is a little band to pull your hair back with."
     I dressed, brushed my hair using one of Don's brushes and then ate everything on the tray, finishing just as Don returned.  He asked me to kneel in front of him on the futon while he explained his plans.
     "Because of some business matters which are very important and a little precarious, I must go across to China for a while.  It is impossible for me to take you with me 
and I am not sure how long this will take.  So I am entrusting you to Yosh until I return.  Although it is against his usual policy, he will outline his plans for you."
     I couldn't really believe what I was hearing.  My feelings ranged from despair to being furious with him and was tempted to say that if he really loved me he wouldn't go, or at least would find a way to take me with him.  And if this is what our life was going to be like, then maybe I should say the hell with it and return to the United States.  But I sort of felt committed, and I really did want to continue my adventures.
     So I simply asked, "What do you mean by precarious?  Is your trip going  to be dangerous?"
     "It may be.  The Chinese government is not too happy with U.S. business  encroaching on their enterprises.  One of my goals is to get a friend out of their jail system.  But I will be real careful and hopefully will return to my beautiful, Japanese bride-to-be.  I expect by that time you
will be an exciting, obedient well-trained woman.  Now come here and kiss me  before I feel sorry for you."
     As we embraced, I found myself saying, "I love you and am willing to try to be what you want, but when we finally get back to the states, I may ask for a little time to myself."
     He looked carefully at me and then said, "I'll agree to that."  And  left.
     I wanted to follow him downstairs but then remembered the ankle chain.  So I was just sitting there later when Yosh came into the room and unlocked the manacle.
     "Good morning, Kiko.  Kneel in front of me so I can tell you a few things.  I am very pleased to have you here and take my responsibility for you seriously.  Ordinarily I do not explain things to my girls but you are different.  Yet I do not want you to expect this frequently in the future nor do you have any say in what happens to you.
     "To begin with, you are here to be taught respect for your master, to learn how to anticipate his needs and fulfill them, to be educated in the art and science of love and to complete your transformation into a Japanese woman.
     "You will help with the cleaning, cooking and other housework along with the other members of my staff, being particularly obedient to me, Kazu and Sachiko.
     "Perhaps most important will be your role as a model in the instructional classes we give, in the competitions that take place and in the private requests that are our chief source of revenue. These things take the highest priority and for them you will always be available.
     "Good performance and progress will be rewarded by praise, less onerous tasks, nice clothes, access to television, newspapers and other reading material but you 
can expect to be punished for disobedience, sloppiness, lack of effort, disrespect, poor hygiene and other things. Also, any effort or observed inclination to leave these facilities will result in.......I don't think you really want to know.
     "Finally, I am sure you want to know when Don, your true master, will return.  My guess is that it will be at least a month but have no way of knowing.  He is going to try communicating to me periodically and I will pass on significant information to you, but do not bother me by asking.  Now, I am going to allow you to ask a few questions.  Do you understand what I have told you?"
     "Hai, Matsuo-san.  I am honored by your allowing me to be here but do not understand what you teach in your instructional classes nor what the competitions and  private sessions involve."
     "The courses we give are in the art of Japanese bondage, mainly using rope but also other things such as leather, rubber, steel and wood.  In the competitions, men and, sometimes, women come from all over the world to create bondage presentations that are critically judged by experts.
Many of these people bring their own models but some use my girls such as you.  And the private requests are to use our facilities and girls mainly for bondage, S/M and fetishes.  These sessions are monitored so that no serious or permanent harm will occur."
     "Matsuo-san, will I be expected to have sex with your guests and clients?  I do not want to become pregnant."
     "Yes but this does not occur very often.  Our staff doctor who did your eyes will be giving you monthly injections to prevent pregnancy.  Remember that one of your 
goals is to learn the Japanese art of making love.  Your teachers will be Kazu, Sachiko and rarely me or a guest.
Now, if you have no further questions, I will take you to Sachiko who will show you your quarters and get you started."
     "Thank you, Matsuo-san."

                       CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

     Sachiko seemed warm and friendly when she greeted me.  "Good morning, Kiko, and now I can call you one of the family.  You may call me Sachiko without any additional formality, but refer to our master as Matsuo-san or master, and Kazu as Kazu-san.  The other three girls who serve here are Suki one, two and three.  They are sisters and at times I 
cannot tell them apart..  It is I that will assign your chores in the morning, help in your training and keep track of you.  You may ask me questions but I may not know the answers or may decide not to answer you.."
     Downstairs, she showed me the large kitchen and introduced me to a rather old, overweight man who was the head chef.  There were two dining rooms, a large one used to
entertain guests and a smaller for the immediate 'family'.  Apparently, the lodge was where she, Kazu and Yosh lived and where business matters were carried out.  We then entered another building that housed a fairly good sized auditorium with seats arranged around a semi-circle around a low stage with multiple upright posts, cross pieces, pulleys, ropes, flood lights and microphones.  She said that there was also a fair amount of equipment backstage but did not take me there.  Upstairs over the auditorium there were several 'classrooms' that in some ways were miniature versions of the auditorium.
     Then Sachiko took me to what appeared to be a large house.  There was an entrance hall, a sitting or living room, a nice sized dining room whos adjacent kitchen and several bedrooms upstairs with adjacent baths.  She explained that the bedrooms were where I be for the 'private sessions'.  Unfortunately....or fortunately....I did not get to see exactly how they were arranged. Finally, she took me to still another building which would be my home.  It had only one floor and this consisted of about six rooms each of which could house one girl.  Each had a very small bathroom, futon on a raised platform, dresser, closet, sitting chair, lamp 
and table.  The windows were covered with a sturdy mesh screen and the doors could be locked, but otherwise, on first
glance, they looked like nice college rooms.  I was a little surprised that I would have a room all to myself.  At one end of the building there was a sitting room with television, radio, a small kitchenette, bookcase, and a few more things.....but no telephone.  In fact I had not seen a telephone anywhere.
     Sachiko indicated which room was to be mine and suggested that I make myself at home in it, examine the clothes that were in the closet and basically get comfortable.  She said that the other three girls were doing chores and we would be eating together at lunch.  Until then, I was not to leave the building.  This she said with a tone that was quite clearly an order.
     Before she left I asked, "Sachiko, I have been in one of the other buildings when my skin was tanned and my eyes fixed, but what is in the others?"
     "Various things such as the garage, store rooms, etc. but there is one that is used to punish disobedience, errors and lack of desire.  I hope you can avoid being taken there.  I, or one of the girls, will come for you at lunch time."
     Lunch was pleasant, tasty and rather brief.  It was served by Suki-one and the conversation consisted of my introduction to the Suki sisters, a little about Don's departure and the assignments for the afternoon.  I was told to accompany Kazu to the auditorium and classroom building to help him get ready for the evening education course and he suggested that I dress in slacks and a T-shirt since the work required comfortable clothes.
     Kazu seemed relaxed as we entered the building and we went directly to the largest classroom which was had a slightly raised platform at one end, some cabinets and closets, some special lighting, a lectern and blackboards, but which was otherwise empty save for the supporting
columns, overhead beams, and pulleys.
     "Kiko, there will be about 8 or 9 students here tonight for their second session in a course. You and the Suki sisters will be the models and I will be doing the teaching.  You and I will be on the stage and the others will be arranged in three groups around us.  I want you to make sure that each group and I have the necessary teaching materials.  I would show you the list but know that you cannot read Japanese at this point in your education, so copy down the 
following on this pad. Then I will show you where the things are, how to check them and how to make replacements if
necessary."
     He described the things, most of which were ropes in various lengths, as I dutifully wrote them down.  Then we went to one of the closets where there were a great many 
wall pegs from which hung hanks of rope.  There were labels over the pegs which of course I couldn't read.
     "The larger coils are 50 foot lengths of 1/4 inch cotton rope.  Note the color-coding on one end.  The next are 20-foot lengths, then 10 and finally 5.  Also, there  are some smaller diameter lengths of rope which we won't be using."
     He picked up one of the hanks and showed me how to measure it and check it for fraying and unraveling.  Also, I was shown where the bulk rope was kept so I could cut new portions to replace defective ones.  As a college student, I had done some sailing and therefore knew a little about knots, whipping the ends of rope using strong thread and doing simple splices.  This pleased him as he watched me prepare one new 20 foot length and he then left me to set things up, making neat piles of the necessary materials.
     When I finished, I looked in some of the cabinets and other closets and was a little sorry I did.  There were various gags, leather straps, hoods, chains, whips, clips, 
bamboo poles, tape, clamps and other devices which I could not name.
     Kazu found me looking at some of them and, because I didn't know whether I was permitted to explore these cabinets, I immediately knelt in front of him not knowing whether I would be punished.
     "It's all right, Kiko.  I know you are inquisitive and that's good.  You will learn about all of these things and to make things easier, I have a small catalog for you  written in Japanese and English, with pictures, descriptions and prices.  We supply some of these articles to buyers all over the world.  The catalog is yours to make notes in about color-coding, where the things are kept, etc.  Try to learn them as soon as possible.
     "We are going down to the main auditorium soon and try to clean and organize the mess that is back stage.  But first, let me tell you about tonight.  I will be teaching the students how to create a body harness or Karada.  I may also demonstrate a little Shinju or breast bondage on you. The students have already learned most of the necessary knots and the basics of binding wrists, arms and legs.
     "It is important for you to remain passive during the sessions unless I tell you differently. Do not struggle, ask questions or otherwise speak.  Learn to tolerate any degree of discomfort or pain without comment.  Actually, most of our models enjoy what they go through.  It may help at times to imagine you are somewhere else, are making love to Mr. Grafton or another man....or woman, or have been drugged or hypnotized.  You know, making love releases all sorts of
chemicals in your body that increase your tolerance to pain or discomfort.
     "Remember that you are very beautiful and valuable, so nothing bad is going to happen to you.  Understand?"
     "Hai, Kazu-san, thank you."
     We went downstairs where things really were in a mess.  Together we got  most of the place organized and clean.  And this included some intriguing articles such as cages, pillories, boxes, dildos, ointments, etc.
     "Kiko, I told you we would get dirty.  Now I want you to take a bath with me to get cleaned up.  Then it will almost be time for dinner.  Come with me."
     We went back to the lodge and down some stairs to a basement area in which there was a Jacuzzi and an adjacent shower room.  Kazu started to undress and indicated that I was to do the same.  When I hesitated his request became an order which I hastened to obey.  He turned on the shower water, pushed me under it and started washing me using a small cloth and soap.  When I tried to move away, he rather easily held both my wrists in one of his hands and used the other to clean every square inch of me, causing my body to respond in a very pleasant way.  I found myself relaxing and enjoying his rough treatment even though I thought I should be objecting.  But then I remembered how I should behave in my new role.
     Then it became my turn to wash him and his response was more obvious than mine.  I smiled and went to work on a part of his anatomy that was growing larger by the moment. Finally
he pushed me away and let the water rinse both of us.  Then we entered the hot Jacuzzi and sat next to each other letting the bubbling water gurgle around us.
     "Kiko, you did very well in the shower and also helping this afternoon. 
  It is going to be fun and interesting teaching you how to make love."
     "Kazu-san, I will try to be a good pupil," I said, wondering why he  didn't take me right in the shower area.  Yet I still felt a bit guilty about reacting this way so soon after Don's departure. But I reminded myself that I was mad at Don to leave me.  The coming days indeed were going to be interesting.
     Because there would not be much time between dinner and the teaching session, Kazu suggested that I dress only in a simple, short cotton wrap around dress and sash, and this I did.  I was somewhat nervous with anticipation and found it difficult to eat, but the banter and kidding I got from Yosh, Sachiko and the Suki sisters helped me to relax.  Obviously 
they all were interested in how I would be as a bondage model, and I again resolved to be the best.
     When the appropriate time arrived, the sisters and I followed Kazu to the classroom area where I was told to wait outside while the students were greeted.
     "Suki-one will come for you and I then want you to go to the small stage, kneel facing the students and bow placing your forehead on your arms in front of you."
     Happily, I didn't have time to get really nervous before Suki-one appeared.  I followed her into the classroom and moved rapidly and as gracefully as possible into position beside Kazu with the spotlights beaming down on both of us.  He introduced me as his newest model and said I was just a beginner like the students looking back at us.  They were arranged in three groups near the piles of ropes I had made in the afternoon.  He then had his four models stand and strip completely.  I felt his warm hands on my shoulders moving me into the exact center of the raised platform.
     "Tonight we will learn the art of the Karada, or body harness, which we  will do using a 50 foot section of rope marked with the red ends.  As the girls remove their clothing, find the center point as I am doing a make a knot approximately 12 inches from the bight or center point.  Then
place the loop you have formed over your girl's head with the knot near her clavicles.  Now tie a series of knots at about 4 to 6 inch intervals working your way down.  Watch while I do this and then you do it, taking turns among the members of you team."
     I stood there as I felt his hands work down my chest between my bare breasts tying the knots and feeling his wrists or forearms occasionally touch my erect nipples.  Then he left me to check on what the students were doing.
     When he returned to my side, he said to the group, "Note that the last  knot is a few inches below the level of Kiko's clitoris.  This is important.  If your last knot is not at that level, retie it. Now carry the two long ends of the rope between your model's thighs, up her back and through the neck loop from the inside out, like I am doing.  Pull the ends down and make sure that each strand is lying in the groove lateral to her labia."  He had me separate my legs a little while he moved the ropes a little touching me in the process.  "You're wet down there, Kiko," he whispered with a smile on his face.
     "Students, let me know if you aren't following me or have questions.   Now, take the ends across her shoulder blades, under her arms and through the doubled front ropes between the first and second knots.  Always go from back to front under a rope strand.  Lead the ends back behind her and pull them as tightly as possible and knotting them just to the right or left of the spine so she will be comfortable if she lies on them later.  Note how the pulling makes the front ropes spread out in a diamond shape that is a major part of the Karada design.
     "Now around again, going this time between the second and third knots.  Continue to work your way down, always pulling as tightly as possible.  I want to see the strands really cutting in, perhaps even limiting her breathing or her belly expansion."
     As he lectured, I felt the turns of the rope encircling me, essentially  holding me in a tight embrace.  And when he reached my belly, the lowest knot moved up and was pressing right on my clitoris getting me very excited and I almost moved one of my hands in that direction.  He saw this and shook his head indicating that I mustn't do this.
     "Use any remaining portions of rope to encircle your model's waist or form a figure eight around her breasts, utilizing the knots you have tied in the back to anchor the turns.  I will be coming to each of you and checking how you have done.  You may also want to come up and see what I have done with Kiko."
     Kazu moved off the platform I was standing on and began examining what the others had done.  A few of the students did come up and check the tension and position of the turns around me. One ran his finger along the strands running along my labia causing me to gasp softly and smile at him.
     When Kazu returned to my side, he asked if one member of each of the three groups would come up, take a ten foot piece of rope and bind my ankles, knees, wrists and elbows as they had been taught previously.  It wasn't long before I really felt trussed up.  The students had learned well.  I was still quite comfortable except for my shoulders which were not used to having my elbows forced together, but Kazu seemed happy that they were, in fact, touching.
     "Now I want each team to start all over, trying to make the triangles, more symmetric, the turns tighter and everything neater.  While you are doing that, I am going 
to proceed with Kiko to demonstrate an extension of the Karada."
     To me he said, "I'm going to lay you down on your belly.  You are doing extremely well. Just continue to stay relaxed and quiet."
     The first thing he did was to lash my wrists to my ankles in a classic hogtie.  Then , he took the sash I had been wearing, wadded it up and forced it into my mouth. Using a new portion of rope, he wound it around my head to keep the gag in position, leaving the ends of the rope long.  These he tied on a steel ring about 8 inches in diameter that he lowered on a rope from an overhead beam and pulley.  In doing this, he raised my head about 2 " feet off the platform
surface, rocking me back on my thighs.  Then he started at the ring with a long piece of rope which he ran through one of the encircling lines at my shoulder blades, back through the ring, through my waist ropes, through the ring, through the hogtie, through the ring, through at the level of my lower back, through the ring and finally around my knee 
bindings, finishing back at the ring.
     Although I couldn't see much of this, I realized that if the ring was  raised, I would be completely suspended face down in a graceful arc.  Kazu called all the students to come up and watch as he went to a wall winch.....and up I went.  All the strands encircling me seemed to tighten, my shoulders were forced even further back causing my breast to jut out more, and yet do one strand seemed to be cutting in anymore than any other.  Because the ring was suspended my a single strand from the overhead pulley, I began to rotate, first in one  direction and then the other.
     The students applauded Kazu for creating such an interesting sight, several took pictures, and then they untied the Suki sisters so that everyone except me could sit and enjoy some good Japanese beer and cheese.
     Meanwhile, I continued to turn one-way or the other.  I made some efforts to relieve the strain on my shoulders but really could do nothing.  At times I felt quite uncomfortable but this seemed more than balanced by the sensations from my clitoris and crotch where I was almost dripping with desire.
     Finally, the students and the Suki girls departed.  Kazu came to me, untied the strands around my face, removed the gag, wiped the saliva off and brought his lips to mine, a kiss I greedily returned.  Then he lowered me and slowly removed all the ropes.  I looked down to see long red marks that he said made me even more beautiful.
     "You did very well, Kiko.  Your body is almost designed to be displayed in ropes and other forms of bondage, and, mentally and emotionally, you are showing great strength and
stamina.  I also know from some of your physical responses that you enjoyed what happened this evening.  Now put your short gown on and I will go with you to your quarters."
     "Thank you, Kazu-san."  I bowed and followed him, wondering whether he was going to have sex with me, for it was obvious that he had been very much aware of my arousal a short time before.
     When we entered my room he suggested that I take a quick shower and as I was drying myself, he opened the door to the small bathroom and handed me a large T-shirt, saying that most of the girls slept in these.
     "Now lay down on the futon and remain there while I get something," Kazu ordered and left the room for a few minutes.
     He returned carrying two leather things that turned out to flat mittens into which he had me insert my hands, buckling the wrist portions tightly closed.  Then he secured their closure with a lock on a short chain, and locked the other end to a ring at the top of the platform I was lying on.
     "Kiko, these leather mittens will assure me that you will not play with your self tonight and find release for your desire.  I will come to you early tomorrow morning 
and will start your sexual training.  Sleep well, pretty woman."
     After he left I tried for a short time to free my hands but knew it was helpless.   Yes, I was still turned on, and thinking of all that had happened and might be ahead of me didn't help.  Still, it wasn't long before I was fast asleep.

     Kazu's hand gently shaking me awakened me the next morning and I rolled onto my back as he released my hands from the mittens.
     "Good morning Kiko.  I imagine you have to use the bathroom.  Please do so leaving the door open, freshen up and then return here to your bed."  When I returned he told me to lie on my back with my arms over my head as if my wrists were bound in that position. "Keep them there no matter what I do."
     He proceeded to pull my T-shirt up to my neck, lay down beside me and started to play, kiss, caress and bite just about every sensitive part of my body including some I didn't know I had.  My vagina was dripping with secretions, I was moaning and pleading, squirming from side to side, until finally he positioned himself over me.  I raised my head to 
look down at what I thought might be the largest cock I had ever seen and wondered whether it would fit.  After a series of tantalizing short, slow thrusts, I found it fit extremely well and let myself go with it, fitting my rhythm to his until we both achieved relief.  He let his body lie on mine, blending our sweat and secretions until my breathing had slowed.  It wasn't until he rolled of that I realized that
at some point I had brought my hands down onto his buttocks.
     "Kiko, that as you know, is position number one.  Very common and quite satisfying. You will subsequently learn at least twenty or thirty more before you are completely trained.  You were instructed to remain passive and did so until near the end.  Men sometimes like passive women and you are well aware that bondage of a woman can turn a man on.  At 
other times, men like women to play an equal role in foreplay, and on still other occasions, they may want the
woman to be very aggressive.  You will learn all these approaches.  Men, in turn, may be gentle with you or may be just the opposite.  Some will want you to be quiet; others may want you screaming.  You must learn to judge and play the correct role in order to be the perfect partner.
     "Now, I want you to get dressed and get over to the lodge for breakfast.  The doctor is going to check you afterwards and then you will spend some time with Sachiko.  This afternoon you are to work with Suki-three, cleaning up the entertainment building and tonight, Matsuo-san wants time with you.  Understand?"
     "Hai, Kazu-san, and thank you for being such a good teacher," I said with a smile.
     "You are welcome.  I look forward to teaching such a good student, even if you did move
your hands."
     The day passed quickly.  The exam by the doctor was thorough and he did give me an injection to make sure I did not become pregnant.  The time with Sachiko was spent going over dressing appropriately, makeup, hygiene, speech and vocabulary and many more things.  Then both of us dressed in warm up suits and I went with her to a small gymnasium where we worked out together.  She explained that I should do this every morning for about one hour after breakfast, concentrating on building up my strength and endurance, but most of all, she wanted me to increase the range of motion of most of my joints.  To do this, she showed me how to stretch the joints actively, but also she proceeded to bend and twist me into positions I would have thought impossible.  She was surprisingly strong and I began to feel like a wet dish rag
before she finally stopped.
     "Kiko, you already have an excellent body.  With training, you will be the most sought after girl here.  I will join you two or three days each week to make sure 
you progress well."
     Apparently the evening was one of those in which private sessions were held and the Suki sisters went in that direction after dinner, as did Kazu and Sachiko.  Yosh 
told me to follow him over to one of the empty classrooms where he turned on the lights including the spotlights.
     From the adjoining closet he selected various lengths of rope, four  pieces of bamboo that were about 2 inches in diameter and 5 to 7 feet in length, and several other things that I did not see.  He had me carry the bamboo pieces and the ropes out and arrange them  beside a mat in the center of the raised stage.
     "Kiko, Kazu tells me you were an excellent model last evening.  Tonight I am going to find out for myself.  If you are as good as he says, I may select you as my  subject for the competition that is coming in about three weeks.  Now I want you to strip completely and stand in the center of the mat with your arms out to each side.  I expect you to remain silent unless I ask you a question.  Understand?"
     "Hai, Matsuo-san."
     "Good.  Incidentally, you may also call me 'master' since Don is not here."
     "I understand, master.  Thank you."
     Although he started working behind me, frequently he would come around to adjust and position the ropes.  At first I thought he was going to repeat what Kazu had done, but this time the turns were pulling my shoulders back quite firmly, almost like a harness.  The diamond pattern however again appeared on my upper chest and then around each of my breasts, squeezing them at their bases.  His hands worked very rapidly, tying knots with ease.  The rope terminated with several tight turns around my waist, leaving my belly and crotch untouched.
     "Down on you knees, Kiko, use your hands to hold this piece of bamboo," he said as he placed a 5 foot section horizontally across behind my shoulders.  I then felt him secure the bamboo to the shoulder harness with short lengths of rope after which he lashed first one wrist and then the other to the front of the bamboo, hiding the knots behind the 
wood, far from my fingers.  Using additional rope, he bound my elbows o the bamboo and stepped back to check my appearance.
     From my waist up, I felt particularly helpless with my breasts thrust out and pouting, unable to move my arms except as a unit with my torso.  My new master then came over and felt my nipples, smiling as he found them tense, large  and erect.  His hand then moved down over my belly to a point between my thighs where he could touch my inner folds.  His 
finger came away wet.
     "You like this, don't you Kiko?"
     "Hai, master."
     "Bow your forehead down onto the mat, Kiko."
     He proceeded to braid a piece of rope into my hair and then my head was pulled back as far as it would go when he tied the rope to the section of the bamboo pole between my shoulder blades.  Then he had me raise my ass up and spread my knees widely, exposing my wet vagina and anus.  For a moment his hand caressed my buttocks, inner thighs and perineum but then he suddenly slapped one buttock and then the other, causing me to let out an "ouch" as the sting
spread out.
     "Say thank you, master.  Not 'ouch'"
     "Thank you master."
     "Good."  His fingers then entered and played with me as my desire built.  Somehow my reaction was heightened my the slaps.
     "Now, stand up with your feet together, Kiko."
     I did so and was now looking up at the ceiling where I could see a trapeze suspended from a cable running through a pulley on one of the beams.  From each end of the trapeze dangled short ropes which he tied to the ends of the bamboo pole.  A minute later I felt my shoulders being hoisted up so that only my toes were touching the floor. My master then took another piece of rope, fastened it around my right ankle, made me bend that knee and lashed my ankle to my
upper thigh.  Now only my left toes were touching the floor.  Still the position was not too bad because my weight was largely borne by my arms and shoulders.
     "Kiko, I understand that you disobeyed Kazu this morning when you moved your hands after he told you to keep them up near the top of your futon.  Is that right?"
     "Yes, master. He was doing certain things to me and I forgot."
     "I didn't ask you for an explanation, Kiko.  Now I am going to punish you with a bamboo whip.  You are free to yell, cry, or say whatever you wish.  Also, you may try to move away from the whip to avoid the blows."
     Before I really understood what he had said, he lashed one buttock and I indeed yelped, spring away only to have the suspending ropes pull me back towards him.  This continued for several minutes.  Initially, I just yelled but finally I pleaded, "I'm sorry, master.  I'll try to obey what ever is commanded of me.  Please stop, master."
     Which he did.  Sweat and tears were running down my upturned face as he lowered me several inches.  Yet I remained aroused and knew that his blows were not from anger.
     "Kiko, you are doing well.  From time to time, men, and sometimes women, will whip or do other painful things to you.  Yelling and crying may satisfy them.  At other times they will demand that you say, "Thank you, master....or mistress".  This you have to judge.  Now I want to try something else."
     "Thank you, master."
     Yosh released the bindings around my right ankle and thigh so that I could stand on both feet after which he untied the ropes from the trapeze to the ends of the 
bamboo pole across my back as well as the rope that was pulling my hair down and back.  He then ordered me to lie down on my stomach with my hips straight, my knees at right angles and my feet and knees spread apart.  Across the back of my knees, he placed the second 5-foot bamboo pole and proceeded to bind my lower thighs and upper legs to the pole.  In addition, he used short pieces of rope to bring my ankles a little closer to my buttocks.
     I lay there wondering what was going to happen next.  I was still aware of the desire in my vagina and the pressure of the mat on my breasts was keeping my nipples hard. Turning my head to one side, I say Yosh lower the trapeze and tie the dangling ropes to the new bamboo pole. I half bit my lower lip as I realized that I was about to be suspended upside 
down.
     "Kiko, trapeze artists hang by their knees without any difficulty and I  am sure you can do the same thing," he said as he pushed the button on the wall box to activate  the hoist mechanism. When my crotch reached about his neck level and my head was off the mat, he stopped the upward motion, came in front of me and caressed the inner aspects of my 
thighs and then my labia.  I looked up as he kissed my clitoris and used his tongue to really turn me on.
     My face was very close to the zipper in his pants and the bulge behind was very obvious.  I bent forward at my waist and kissed the bulge, causing him to momentarily 
step back and smile at me.  His hands came down, he opened his pants, I licked, sucked and kissed as he did wonderful
things to me with his mouth.  Suddenly my mouth was filled with something other than saliva. The act I had performed was one with which I had little experience but it now seemed almost natural.  I was pleased with myself but also disappointed because I had not had an orgasm at the same time.
     "You are a little devil, aren't you Kiko?  That was something I had not counted on," he continued as he wiped my face.  "I'm going to raise you a little higher so you can't bother me."
     When my face was about the level of his chest, he bent forward and kissed me on the mouth.  Then he went to a table at the side of the room and returned with what appeared to be
two sets of bamboo chopsticks.  He wound rubber bands around the ends of both pairs and then used his tongue to really get my nipples engorged.  Without warning, he separated two of the chopsticks enough so he fasten the centers of them on my left nipple.
     "Ow, master," I blurted out, but managed to remain silent as he put the other pair on my right passion point.
     "Enjoy what I have done to you for a few minutes while I get some pictures for your presentation album."  When he returned with his camera, he had me twist and turn as if I was trying to somehow get loose.  Then he played with the chopsticks, spinning them to increase the sensations.  Somehow I had gotten over the first discomfort and now simply 
wanted him to do all sorts of things to me.
     But instead, he lowered me to the ground, removed all the ropes, and let me remove the chopsticks.  The blood rushing into my squeezed nipples seemed to cause more pain than the application of the sticks.
     I knelt down in front of him and bowed until my head touched the mat.  "Thank you, master, but I would like....."  I stopped realizing that I should not ask for anything.
     "You're learning, Kiko, and I think Kazu is doing a good job with you.  Put on your robe and go to your quarters.  And remember, you are not to pleasure yourself.  Good night."
     "Good night, master."

                       CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

     The days that followed were filled with one adventure after another.  Each morning, Kazu would come into my bedroom to teach me a new intercourse position.  I was made to sit, stand, lie on my side, on my stomach, on my back with my legs all over the place, on top of him, beside him, below him, lying in a sling.......you name it, he taught it.  I learned 
to use my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, and, oh yes, my breasts.  I found that putting a little oil on my breasts and then sliding all over him, taking his penis between my breasts, using my nipple on him, and so on, all made him extremely excited.  He in turn could find a million ways to bring me to a frenzy.  Even my anus and rectum were not spared although at first this was very distasteful.  I found it hard to relax and for a few days wore an anal plug until my passageway was stretched a little.  Still, his penis in my rectum didn't really excite me, but I knew it did things to him.
     And my exercise and stretch program turned out to be fun.  Sachiko soon  had me easily placing my full palms on the floor with my knees straight, putting either ankle behind my neck, doing the split, and not minding being bound with my elbows touching behind me.
     Doing chores, serving at meals, learning the art of presenting sake to guests, dressing conservatively, provocatively and formally and getting to know all the staff filled many hours.  I was used in various classes and was amazed at what the students learned with me as one of the
models.
     At the end of the first week, Yosh received word from Don that he had located his friend in jail and was trying to get him released. "He did not know when that might be but did send his love.  I told him you were a prize student but had not been fully trained or tested.  In fact, Kiko, I think you are ready to be made available in private sessions."
     He continued, "There are several things you should know.  First, the money we receive from these sessions is our main source of income.  Second, we place only a few restrictions on our guests.  They cannot do things that would permanently injure you such as cutting, causing second-degree burns, give you drugs, asphyxiate you, break your bones, etc.  To insure this, all the private rooms have television cameras and someone always is monitoring what happens. Should your life be put in danger, you will be immediately rescued.  And intercourse with our guests is discouraged. Should it occur, it must be with your consent.  Our guests tell us what they
plan to do with you and departures from the plan are carefully watched.  The laws of prostitution are complex and we don't want trouble with the police.  Finally, you must never seriously hurt a guest.  The rules that apply to them, apply also to you.  Do you understand?"
     "Hai, master.  But how could I hurt a guest?"
     "Sometimes they want to be dominated.  Your personality doesn't particularly fit with playing the role of a dominant but you might want to try it sometime, and if you do, be careful how you whip or beat a man.
     "Now, late this afternoon I want you to dress in a thin silk kimono.  You are to serve dinner to myself and a guest who has chosen you to entertain him this evening."
     "How did he choose me, master?"
     "From an album of pictures we now have of you.  He liked your looks and my description of you.  Plan to be at the private session house at 6 P.M.  There will be an assistant cook in the kitchen who will prepare the food and show you where things are to set up the dining table, sake cups, etc."
     Actually, because I was worried about being able to serve correctly,  I got there shortly after 5.  The cook was young and didn't seem to mind teaching me all sorts of things related to the wine and the meal which was to consist of soup, fried shrimp with an orange sauce, mixed vegetables, rice - of course-, and a few other things.  I knew I was still clumsy with the chopsticks but certainly was better than a few weeks previously.
     When I finally understood the meal plan, I went into the bathroom to empty my bladder and check my dress, hair and makeup.  Looking in the mirror, I was struck by the fact the image of a pretty Japanese woman named Kiko seemed to fit me, and Pat Anderson was almost a forgotten woman.  Had I really changed that much?
     It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and I ran to meet Yosh and his guest in the entrance hall, bowing deeply to them both as they entered and removed their shoes.  I was
introduced to the guest who Yosh referred to as Tomichi.
     "I am honored to serve you, Tomichi-san," I said, bowing again and leading them into the sitting room.  I took their drink orders which the cook helped me fill, served them and then knelt off to one side as Yosh and Tomichi talked about various business and other matters.  When Yosh indicated that it was time for dinner, I preceded them into the dining room 
and, after they were seated at the low table, served them sake and their soup, again kneeling off to one side.
     As I was refilling Tomichi's sake cup a little later, my arm was jostled and a little of the wine spilled.  Although I wondered whether he had done this deliberately but of course
apologized immediately.  Neither of the men said anything.  My second  mistake occurred when I was serving the shrimp.  My use of the chopsticks resulted in a fumble at which point I became somewhat flustered.
     Tomichi said, "Kiko, am I making you nervous or are you asking to be punished?"
     "Master Tomichi-san, I am sorry for my clumsiness.  It was not intentional but I am not worthy of serving you.  And you of course can punish me if that is your  wish."
     Yosh smiled at me and indicated that I was to continue with the dinner which from that point on went well.
     When they were finished, Yosh ordered me to completely clear the table including the tablecloth, baring the black, heavily lacquered surface.  Then he had me place a thin rubber mat on it.
     "Tomichi-san," Yosh said, "Kiko is yours for the evening.  Please enjoy her and take good care of her for she is valuable to me.  I think you know where everything is, and the cook will be in the kitchen if you need help with her."  Yosh then left the house.
     Turning to me, Tomichi said, "Kiko, I do not tolerate clumsiness even from a beautiful woman.  Stand and slowly disrobe.  And let you hair down out of that bun or roll."
     I did as he had ordered feeling like I was doing a striptease in front of him.  His eyes went over every inch of my body.  Then he came close and ran his hands down over 
my shoulders and arms, switching to gently lift and feel the weight of my breasts as my nipples stood up.  I knew I
shouldn't look at his face and therefore kept my head bowed, watching his hands turn me on.
"Lie down on your back and raise your arms towards the corners of the table, Kiko. "When I had done this, he went to the closet and returned with several pieces of rope.  He used
two of these to bind my wrists, tying the rope ends to rings under the head of the table.  The he placed a length of strong bamboo under my widely spread ankles and lashed them there.
     Entering the room, the cook who had changed into a black shirt and pants said, "May I be of help, Tomichi-san?"
     "Yes, please rig up a hoisting rope from the center of the pole.  I want her legs straight up with her buttocks just off the table and her hips at right angles.  As you 
do that I am going to bind her chest, waist and thighs to each tableside to hold her still.  Also, I am going to separate her hair into three portions and tie them to various points at the head of the table."
     And that's exactly what they did.  The chest bindings crossed over and below my breasts, and the thigh ropes became very tight as the cooked hauled my legs up.  Both men had a perfect view of my shaven pubis, my labia and all of my perineum.  I knew that I was getting wet just from their looking.
     "Kiko, do you want to be beaten with bamboo sticks, or punished in some other way?" Tomichi asked.
     "Master, that is not for me to decide," I replied, wondering what the alternative to he beating was.
     "You have learned a great deal from Yosh in the short time you have been here, Kiko. And I understand that I am your first guest."
     He again went to the closet and returned with several white candles that were about two inches in diameter and six in length.
     "Open you mouth wide, Kiko."
     I knew I was at his mercy but felt I shouldn't make this too easy for him.  He would get more gratification out of what he was doing if I resisted.  But when he pinched my nostrils together and placed his hand over my mouth. I was quickly struggling to breathe and when he uncovered my mouth, it was immediately filled with one of the candles which 
he then lit. I realized that if I pushed it out with my tongue, it was apt to tip over and I might be burned.  And there was no way I could turn my head because of the way he had tied my hair.  So I lay there gazing up at the flickering flame.
     Then I felt one of his fingers separate my labial folds and explore my vagina.  Then it was two fingers and then three as I moaned quietly, partly from desire and partly from fear of what might be in store for me.  My fears were realized when I felt a second  candle being inserted and
then lit.
     Additional candles were placed in each hand and I was ordered to hold them tightly or expect a severe beating.  Then Tomichi attached a short tin candleholder to 
the bindings crossing between my breasts, and similar ones he taped to the bottoms of my feet, high in the air.  When he had the cook dim the room lights, my seven candles still kept things bright.
     So far, things were not particularly bad but Tomichi then had the cook  turn on two fans that oscillated back and forth, causing the flames to bend and flicker.  Suddenly wax was running down the side of the candle in my mouth, stopping just before it reached my lips. Now I started to really struggle, and it wasn't to make Tomichi feel any more powerful.
     I looked up to see him tip a lighted candle he was holding and a drop of melted wax hit one of my nipples.  I tried to say "No" but this caused wax to this time reach my upper lip.
     For the next period of time which seemed like a minor eternity, he dripped wax all over me as the seven candles wobbled and their wax cascaded down onto my lips, chest, hands, feet and perineum.  I pulled and shook, feeling the bindings dig into my flesh.  I just wanted everything to stop.  But at the same time, I began to realize that the wax wasn't really burning me severely, and the sensations from my vagina were not entirely unpleasant.
     Then came the confusing mixture of pain and pleasure.  My mouth was sealed by hardened wax and the thought occurred to me that the wax might now seal my nostrils.  At that point, Tomichi blew out all the candles.
     "Kiko, you are beautiful, and I thank you for serving me.  I wish you  well and will ask for you again."  With that both he and the cook departed.
     The first thing I did was to push the candle out of my mouth and try to loosen some of the hardened wax around it.  I also got rid of the candles in my hands, but then all my efforts to get loose were fruitless.  It was some time before anyone came to release me, and it was Kazu who untied the ropes and my hair.  But before he did this, he gently withdrew the candle from my vagina and peeled off the surrounding wax.  I was happy that the area had been shaved.  Then he kissed me right on my clitoris.
     I begged for more but he said, "Kiko, you have had enough excitement for tonight.  I'll be with you real early tomorrow, and don't you dare touch yourself down there  before then."

     The days continued to pass rapidly with never a dull moment.  Kazu  still came up with a different position for making love each morning and I loved every minute of it, although at times it seemed to lack the passion that would be present if I truly loved him. Sachiko seemed happy with my morning exercising and stretching, saying that I had become quite a contortionist.
     And I was getting along well with the Suki sisters who had accepted me as an equal.  But in a nice way we still competed with one another when it came time for special assignments. Occasionally, we be instructed by Sachiko to dress identically and appear before several customers who would then look us over carefully, asking us to pose, bare our breasts, or respond to questions before choosing which of us would serve whom for the evening.
     On one such occasion, the four men involved were good friends and frequently came to Yosh's establishment to enjoy an evening seeing who could come up with the best demonstration of bondage.  On this night, Yosh said he would be glad to be the judge and the theme was to be rope bondage with complete suspension except that one portion of the "model" should be touching one of the four small round tables that had been arranged in the dining room of the house.
     The man who chose me had I guess been impressed with my agility and looks.  He started by binding my two forearms together behind me with each hand grasping the upper arm of the opposite limb.  He then bound my upper arms tightly to my body, using figure eight turns around my breasts causing them to protrude.  For the suspension, he fastened a strong piece of rope to the chest bindings between my shoulder blades and ran the rope through an overhead pulley, pulling the line taunt.  So far this position did not seem very unusual.
     But his next move was to take the center portion of a fairly long piece of rope and tie it in multiple turns to my right ankle.  Taking the two ends in his hands he positioned himself in front of me, put his arms over my shoulders and proceeded to lift my ankle behind me up towards my head.  When I started to tilt forward my face pressed into his chest but he continued lifting my ankle causing me to arch my back to its maximum.  My foot was now very close to the back of my head and the two portions of the rope were running on each side of the pulley rope.  These rope ends, he passed across my open mouth and around my head several times, effectively
gagging me and silencing a few soft moans that escaped from me.  My body was now in a circle except for my left leg upon which I was still standing.  I couldn't lower my  head and the rope strands kept me from tilting sideways.
     His final move was to hoist me completely of the floor, position one of  the tables beneath me and then lower me until the toes of my left foot just touched the table surface.  At least I thought it was his final move until he picked up two lengths of slender gold chain with clips on the
four ends.  I moaned again as I felt the clips being fastened to my nipples and he then ran the chains down to where he could place the remaining clips on each of my labia.
     And there I stood....or hanged.  He reached up with a hand and pushed laterally on my right thigh, spinning me around on my left toes.  When he did this, I caught sight of the Suki sisters who were being hoisted into different positions.  Poor Suki-two was inverted with one hand resting on the able and her face was contorted by the discomfort she 
was having.
     So far, I wasn't too uncomfortable.  The clips were turning me on somewhat and these sensations took my mind off the strain on my back, mouth and right leg.  But it was not clear how long we were to be kept in these poses.  The men strolled around, talking, pointing out the strong points of their "creations", and drinking beer.
     After a while, Yosh and Sachiko appeared.  She took some pictures of each of us while he carefully examined our positions, the techniques used in the bindings, the beauty and art of the presentations, and degree of our bondage.  He then wrote out brief critiques, placing them on the respective tables, and pointing out things to the men as they followed him around.  He particularly like the balance of my man's creation and the fact that he had placed me in such an extreme position.  For this, my man won "first prize" although a few points were subtracted from the "score" because of the use of the nipple and labial clips which were not  part of the materials given each man.
     At long last, we were untied.  My man proceeded to rub my arms, legs neck, back and breasts, "getting the circulation going" he said.  And that it did.  I think 
if he had wanted to make love to me, I wouldn't have stopped him.  And then wondered what I was becoming.

                       CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

     Late in the afternoon of the following day, I received a message that Yosh wanted to see me in his office.  I bowed upon entering and he asked me to sit in the chair next to his desk.
     "Kiko, I am very pleased with the way you are progressing and we enjoy having you here. You add a great deal to our operation and fit in well.  Before I get to the 
main reason for asking you to come to the office, I wanted to let you know that Kazu will be using you to teach a suspension technique this evening, tomorrow night you have been requested by one of our customers for a somewhat different bondage exercise, and the night after that you and I have been invited to a friends house.  He has a line of equipment that he wants to show me in the hope of persuading me to use it here on occasion.  I would like you to be our model but I also would like your opinion after we see what he has to offer."
     "I am honored to be considered worthy of serving you in any way, Master," I replied.
     "Thank you, Kiko.  Now, I have received some news from Don.  He is now in prison in China."
     I gasped and said, "In prison.  For what?  How did this happen?  Can I go to him?"
     "Be calm and listen, Kiko.  He is all right.  The Chinese officials became upset with him for trying to obtain the release of one of his friends.  The US government expects to obtain his release rather quickly through diplomatic efforts and you are not to worry or make any move to help him.  In the meantime, he wants me to obtain a new passport and identification papers for you, using your new name and picture.  I think the reason for this is that when he is released, he may have to return promptly to the United States and wants you to be able to travel as Kiko rather than Pat.  Kazu will take your picture this evening before the class 
and I should have something for you to sign tomorrow or the next day."
     "Thank you, Master.  But shouldn't I try to go to him, or call him?"
     "No.  He knew you might want to try this and feels it would complicate his status....as well as yours.  Please, don't be foolish about this and be warned that if you go against his wishes or mine, you will be punished severely.  Finally, I see that your skin is slowly returning to the color of a Caucasian.  Ask Kazu to help return you to a deep Japanese color tomorrow.  Now go have dinner and get ready for tonight."
     "Thank you, Master."
     I returned to my room to dress for dinner and realized I was depressed over the news about Don.  I wished that I had been able to talk to him and sensed more  than ever how much I missed him.  Since he left I had been kept busy and all the activities had helped keep my mind occupied, but this was the man I was going to spend my life with.  To some extent I was still mad at him.....but I also felt guilty about my love sessions with Kazu.
     After dinner when I was having my picture taken, Kazu either sensed I  was not my usual self or he had been informed my Yosh about Don.  In any case I was asked 
various questions and found myself talking freely with this man who had become very close to me through his teachings
about the art of love.  Kazu was sympathetic but became concerned about the possibility that I would try to find a way to go to China.  He said he wanted to discuss this 
further with me after the evening's session.
     The Suki sisters and I got out ropes, pieces of heavy bamboo, hooks and various other things as instructed my Kazu and were soon kneeling on mats as the students assembled.  During the introduction, Kazu explained major and minor points about suspension, reviewing some of the techniques they had been previously taught.  Tonight the session was going  to cover the use of a bamboo pole in various ways.
     With Suki-one, he placed the pole across her back resting in front of her elbows.  He then pulled her wrists forward as far as possible and bound them there to ropes 
encircling her waist. Additional ropes encircled her chest, crossing between her breasts and firmly fixing the pole in
position.  A rope for the suspension was lowered and attached to the mid-point of the pole between her elbows and she was hoisted up until she was on her toes.  Then he had the students bind her knees and ankles together.  Finally she was lifted free of the floor and dangled there slowly turning one way and then the other.
     Using Suki-two, she was asked to lie down on her back and her wrists and ankles were then bound.  A long bamboo pole was then threaded between these bindings and her body and the pole lifted using a two-point suspension.  Before her body cleared the floor, Kazu stopped hoisting her and pointed out the strain that this method would place on the insides of her forearms and legs.  Therefore an additional rope was wound around her waist,  through her crotch and up over the pole to bear much of her weight as she was lifted into the air.
     Kazu then asked me to lie on my stomach and proceeded to suspend me in a way similar to Suki-two except I was face down.  When I was hoisted up, the crotch rope bit into my
perineum making me get aroused.  Using another rope, he encircled my chest in such a way to really get my breasts protruding and used still another to pull my hair and 
thence my head back towards my waist.
     Lastly, he had Suki- three sit, bound her hands behind her, positioned a pole across her outstretched ankles, tied them to the pole with thick padding around her ankles to protect them and hoisted her upside down.
     As all for of us dangled there, he had the students place various gags in our mouths (I was given a large, inflatable gag) and various clips on our nipples.  Then he 
and the students discussed the various methods as to the techniques, degree of discomfort they thought we were having,
beauty of the positions, etc.
     I thought that the session would soon be over but this was not the case.  We were lowered and unfastened, but after a few minutes rest, we were turned over to the students who formed four groups and proceeded to try out all four techniques on us.  It seemed to take hours and I was exhausted when they finally quit.
     Kazu walked with me back to my room.  "I know the news of Don has got you thinking about various things including the possibility of leaving.  Kiko, Yosh would not hesitate to punish you severely and I couldn't stand seeing that happen.  So I'm going to chain your ankle to the wall of your room.  You'll be able to move about freely but not leave.  It's for your own good."
     I didn't say a word as he proceeded to make me a prisoner and kissed me goodnight.
     I found it very hard to sleep, turning and tossing, and thinking of Don.  When morning finally arrived.  I got up, washed my face, put on a kimono, got back in bed and covered up except for the ankle with the chain which I left outside the covers.  Pretending to be asleep, I listened as Kazu quietly entered and looked at me.  As I thought he would, 
he carefully unlocked the manacle around my ankle trying not to awaken me.  Knowing that I didn't have much of a chance, I sprang from the bed and ran out of the room and house, making a beeline for the gate.
     Kazu rather easily caught me after only about 100 yards and as I burst into tears, he threw me onto the ground, took off his belt and secured my wrists behind me.  I  begged him to let me go but he simply grabbed me by the hair and proceeded to drag me out to where he had set up the dye-filled tub and fire.  There he replaced the belt with handcuffs and then muscled me into the tub, closing the lid tightly over me as I was engulfed with the dark liquid.
     As he poured some of it over my head, he said, "Kiko, that was stupid.  Now I have the problem of whether to tell Yosh about this feeble attempt."
      "Kazu-san, I am truly sorry," I said when I had controlled my crying.  "Please punish me any way you wish, but I will promise not to try to escape or call Don if you 
don't tell Matsuo-san."
     He thought for several minutes and then replied, "All right.  To begin with, I want you to duck your head into the dye every several minutes so I don't have to ladle the liquid over you. Next, you will wear a locked slave collar except when you are being used for demonstrations or modeling.  You will spend your nights locked in a cage in my room and 
finally you will ask to be whipped 30 times this afternoon in the punishment shed."
     My 'sentence' seemed pretty cruel but I knew that in a way I had asked  for it.  I also realized that everyone from Yosh on down through the Suki sisters would know I had at least momentarily stopped being a good obedient Japanese servant.
     After being dyed or stained appropriately, Kazu forced me to lie in the hot sun, letting the rays fix the dye in my skin.  Bathed in sweat, I was then handed a one-inch wide stainless steel collar, told to put in around my neck snugly and lock it in place.  Without any lunch, he then marched me to the shed where I had not been.  In the center was a vertical post with a high eyebolt from which dangled iron manacles.  On the wall were numerous whips, cats, straps, chains, hoods and other things.  Several cages were arranged along the walls together with bags, chests, tongs and clamps.  I found myself just hoping that all I would receive was a 
beating.
     "Kiko, choose an implement with which to be beaten, strip completely and then fasten your wrists in those manacles."
     I quickly obeyed, selecting one of the straps.  He then picked up two strips of cloth.  One he used as a blindfold and the other he used to gag me.  Plunged into darkness, I couldn't see the first blow coming.  Just a whish and then a streak of pain spread across my back.  The first ten blows were positioned at intervals from my neck to my thighs.  Then he spun me around and used the next ten to cover my chest and belly.  At first I was moaning and pleading as the blows kept
striking me, but slowly they seemed to merge, blend and become painful caresses that turned me on.  I guess it was the first time I was confused over pain and pleasure.
     The last ten blows struck me between my thighs, across my nipples and even the tops of my feet.  I gave in to my feelings, let the secretions flow from my vagina and sagged in the manacles.
     A few minutes later, Kazu was tenderly making love to me, with my blindfold and gag still in place.  When he removed these, he kissed away my tears as I thanked him for  punishing me and promised to obey.
     "Tie this rag around you, disobedient slave girl.  You don't deserve to wear clothes or slippers."  The rag barely covered my lower belly and left my streaked breasts exposed.  He then had me help him carry one of the smaller cages up to his room.  Giving me a small blanket, he had me crawl into the cage, lock the door and hand him the key.
     For dinner that evening, he locked my wrists in front of me using handcuffs and had me eat from dishes he placed on the floor beside the table at which the others ate.  The Suki sisters giggled when they saw me but Yosh, Sachiko and Kazu just ignored me.
     When they finished with dinner, Kazu indicated that I was to remain  there on my knees and departed leaving only Yosh.
     "Kiko," he started.  "I have not asked Kazu what you did wrong and will not do so, although I think I know.  You know I am disappointed as Don would be.  Yet I understand and think you have learned a few things, including a little about pain.  Now go to your room, bathe and dress.  I want you to wear a bikini bra and a low, simple wrap for your lower belly and hips. The red stripes of your lashing will show better.  And yes, I think our guest tonight will enjoy seeing you that way.  I myself will introduce you to him at 8 P.M."
     I was about to ask him whether the handcuffs were to be removed and then decided against it.  In my room I gazed at the marks made by the strap and saw that none of them had cut
into me.  I showered, brushed my long black hair and pinned it back, applied lipstick and admired the darker color of my skin.  Looking carefully at my eyes, the pronounced epicanthic folds covering the middle corner of my eyes was what made me look Asian, yet I still had a transverse fold in my upper lid characteristic of Caucasians.  This gave me a "mixed" ethnic look which I supposed made me more attractive to many.  To be more beautiful, the Suki sisters were talking
about having their nipples pierced or even their labia, but I didn't know how Don and Yosh would
feel about this.
     And this thought reminded me that I was slowly becoming more and more subservient.
     In the guesthouse I was told by Yosh to remain in one of the bedrooms while Suki-two served Yosh and the guest dinner.  Still in handcuffs and collared, I was then brought in, made to kneel and kiss the man's stocking covered feet.  As I had been taught, I had kept my head down and therefore had not seen his face.
     A hand came down and stroked my hair and caressed my shoulders. Her then cupped my chin and tilted my head up.  I was surprised to look into the face of a white man who said, "I see she has been recently punished.  And she is every bit as beautiful as her pictures.
     "Kiko...I understand that is your name... stand up and let me feel your breasts."  In doing so, he unfastened and removed my bra.  He soon had brought my nipples to attention and kept them there with a wet kiss on each.  "She will do very nicely.  Yosh, you are welcome to stay if you wish."
     "No, I'm going to leave but would like to return later when you are done with her.  Just have Suki-two call me.  She will be glad to help you and knows where your supplies are."
     After Yosh left, the man spent a little more time running his hands over me, examining my collar and checking the wetness of my vagina.  He then ordered me to go to the bedroom and stand under one of the overhead pulleys from which a rope dangled.
     "Put your cuffed hands up over your head."  When I had done so, he passed the rope around the connecting links, tied it back to itself with the knot out of my reach, and had Suki-two pull the extension of the rope until there was no slack in it.  Then he removed the cloth around my pelvis, spinning me around to examine my behind.  "Yes, you'll do nicely.  Suki-two, bring me the first roll of tape."
     From the box she returned with a large roll of silver duct tape.  I gasped as it dawned on me what was about to happen.
     "Please, honorable master, but.....," I started to protest...
     "Quiet, Kiko.  I know you were about to thank me for choosing you for mummification but I would rather you be silent.  In fact...."  With that he tore off a short piece and applied it across my mouth.  Then he took the end of the roll, stuck it between my shoulder blades and began to wrap me.  The first turns were above and below my breasts, then he 
crossed between them and then right across my nipples, squashing my breasts against my chest wall.  Continuing
downwards I felt my waist being tightly compressed but he wasn't satisfied until it was considerable smaller than usual.  He stopped when he got down to my pubis and then ran his hands up over my tightly wound torso.  Not satisfied with the tightness of my chest wrappings, he went over this area again until I found it impossible to take more than a shallow breath.
     "Spread her ankles and tie them apart.  I have some toys for her."  When Suki-two had done this, he took two large dildos from the box and held them in front of me.
     "Do you want them rammed in or would you prefer they were lubricated and inserted gently, Kiko?  I am going to remove the tape from your mouth so you can answer, but no more talking afterwards."
     "Lubricated, master, if it pleases you."
     "Then lick them well.  Take them in you mouth like you were servicing them."
     I almost choked as he pushed the first one into the back of my throat and then did the same with the second which had a circular flange at its base.  Then he slowly inserted the first into my vagina, rotating it and playing with it, back and forth.  He commanded me to hold it there with my vaginal muscles while he inserted the second through my anal opening, the flange keeping it from going in completely.  Then he covered the outside ends with a strip of tape which he fixed to my lower back and belly.
     Taking a very long piece of tape, he started at the knot above my hands, ran it down the outside of my right arm, the right side of belly, through my crotch, up my back to my left shoulder and on up to the starting point.  With a second similar piece he went down my left side, through my crotch and up the right side of my back.  I realized that if the 
suspending rope were to be tightened, the pull would force the dildos farther into me, and already I felt aroused and full down there.
     To keep the last pieces of tape in position and keep them from pulling away from my small waist, he started winding my waist and this time carried the turns down to my lower thighs after having Suki-two release my ankles.  Leaving my knees bare, he started wrapping again from my
upper legs down to my ankles.  Now I only the overhead rope was keeping me  from falling.
     "Make a bun of her hair, attach it to the back of her head and put that cloth cap on her so the tape doesn't stick.  See how kind I can be, Kiko?"
     "Thank you, master."
     Those were my last words for he went at my head with a fresh roll of tape.  To do this, he had Suki-two slacken the overhead rope so that my elbows could be moved temporarily
outwards.  Only my nostrils were spared from the multiple layers that were applied and I wondered whether I would have any eyebrows or eye lashes when this was all over.
     Next he incorporated my arms in the wrappings, particularly above my head.  Now the only visible areas of my skin were my knees and it was a puzzle as to why he had left these out. The answer came too quickly.  He took two turns around my ankles and then forced my heels up behind my buttocks, taped them there and then encircled my thighs again, down to and including my bent knees.
     I was now swinging freely on the overhead rope, blinded, half deafened and unable to move anything.  Suddenly the dildos started to vibrate, turned on by some type of remote control. And if that were not enough of an incentive to my juices, I felt his hands squeezing my poor breasts.  I was getting hot in more ways than one under the tight layers of 
tape.  Suki-two later told me that he got a couple of high intensity floodlights from the closet and trained them on me
so he could get some pictures but also for the heat effect.
     Time seemed to come to a halt.  I was vaguely aware of peoples voices and occasional hands touching me.  I became progressively more aroused from the tightness around my body, the feelings of helplessness and , of course, the vibrating dildos....until I finally climaxed, breathing hard and moaning into the tape.
     Finally I felt my knees lowered onto the floor and Suki-two started the long process of unwrapping, cutting and tearing the tape off of me.  But she was very careful with my face.  When the last piece of duct tape was removed, I lay there on the floor looking up at Yosh and his friend
who were sipping beer and smiling at me.
     Yosh said, "Kiko, I think you sort of enjoyed that, didn't you?"
     "Hai, master."
     "Take two bottle of the beer, one for Kazu and one for yourself.  Go to him and if he isn't in his room, lock yourself into the cage.  I'll see you at lunch tomorrow......and thank you."
     I bowed deeply to the guest and then to Yosh.  Kazu was not there went I reached his room and therefore I entered the cage, locked the door, drank most of the beer and fell asleep.

     The following day after lunch, Kazu removed the collar and the handcuffs after making me again promise to obey and not try to escape.  It was easier for me to promise because Yosh informed me that he had received word that Don's release from prison was likely to happen in about three weeks.  Yosh asked me to dress in a sleeveless shirt and slacks with my hair in a ponytail, and be ready to leave with him in one hour.
     Just before we left, he had me sign my new passport and some other papers.  I was now officially Kiko Grafton but if necessary I could also be Patricia Grafton, or, I suppose, Patricia Anderson.  Riding in the front seat of his car, I realized that this was my first time away from the facility in several weeks and wondered how much I had changed.  The 
countryside was beautiful with cultivated hills, clear streams and many villages.
     Yosh explained that we would be staying overnight with an Englishman who was trying to establish a line of bondage equipment in Japan and was looking for endorsements.  "We are under no pressure to do this, but it should be interesting.  And perhaps he really does have some things we could use."
     "Also, Kiko, when we return, you and I are going to start on the display I intend to use at our big, annual competition which is now only 7 days away.  I hope to win 
again this year.  It is not only the money but also our reputation that is at stake.  I hope you will be my model, and also help me create the display."
     "Master, I would be honored to help in any way but am not sure I can contribute much."
     "Well, your very attractive body is a good start.  But you may well have ideas as we go along.  I will explain the basic idea when we start the project.  And soon afterwards I expect to lose you to Don.  We will miss you very much."
     "And I will miss being here, Master.  I have learned much and may have a difficult time adjusting to life in the United States when I return.  I understand the people there look down on Japanese women."
     He laughed and said he thought I would do just fine.  As we talked, I realized that I had become quite fluent in Japanese and no longer had to translate my thoughts from English.  For a brief moment I considered asking whether I could stay longer.
     It took several hours to reach our destination and I had not paid attention to the road signs but recognized the fact that we were in the suburbs of another city near the coast.  In fact I caught glimpses of the ocean at several points before we stopped at a small, somewhat isolated villa that
the Englishman had apparently leased.
     When we pulled into the driveway, he came out to greet us. "Mr. Matsuo, I am Kent Worthington.  Please call me Kent.  And you must be Kiko."
     I bowed as Yosh replied, "We are pleased to be here, Kent.  And please call me Yosh."
     "My man will bring your things in, Yosh, and show you to your room.  And as we discussed, Kiko will join my own servant girl."
     Yosh disappeared upstairs and I followed Kent into a living room that had been set up for cocktails.  My first surprise was to see that hors d'oeuvres were arranged 
on an oblong glass table that was supported on the back of a pretty, white girl who was on her hands and knees, wearing a
leather mask and a back saddle or contraption.  Leather wristlets encircled her wrists and ankles.
     "Kiko, go to the kitchen where the cook and my male servant will get you outfitted to serve the drinks."
     "Hai, Worthington-san," and I ran to obey, thinking this was going to be an interesting evening.
     The cook was a severe looking English woman, moderately overweight, and  devoid of any resemblance of happiness.  She ordered me to strip and proceeded to lace a stiff leather corset tightly around my waist.  The upper edge was cupped to hold my breasts.  Leather cuffs similar to the girl's were locked on me with a short chain connecting my ankles.  Then 
a very wide collar was strapped onto my neck holding my head high and almost immovable,  followed my a mask that had a built in ball gag but left my eyes uncovered.  The final piece of equipment was a tray-like thing that was belted to my waist and to which my wrists were fastened. 
  There were also straps that ran to my collar.  With difficulty I could look down and watch as several bottles of
liquor, ice and wine, together with glasses were placed on the tray.
     "You can expect a sound thrashing if you spill or drop anything.  Now go into the living room.  When you are not being used, kneel beside the table."
     And for the next hour, that is what I did.  Changing from a standing to a kneeling position and back up was a struggle but somehow I managed it.  Yosh seemed to enjoy 
my predicament. During dinner, the other girl and I served the men, continuing to kneel when not serving.  The men left small amounts of food on the dishes and we were commanded to lick the plates clean without using our hands or chopsticks.
     After dinner, the other girl and I were stripped and made to accompany the men into a room that had been set up to display a myriad of leather goods, including whips, masks,
harnesses, corsets, gloves, collars, belts, dildos and boots.  Kent went through them, one by one, explaining them to Yosh and occasionally the other girl or I would be "used' to demonstrate their application.  Most of the things were quite comfortable and exciting but the whips and straps hurt
as much as any made in the U.S. or Japan.  I particularly enjoyed one harness that they locked on my body.  It incorporated a wide collar, straps around my breasts that also held my shoulders back, a tight belt and a locked, studded crotch strap.  My wristlets were attached to the sides of the belt and the whole thing produced nice tight feelings of helplessness.
     When Yosh saw the smile on my face, he ran a finger over my clitoris, felt the wetness of my passageway and then had me lick his finger.  He asked Kent to allow me to continue wearing the harness for the rest of the evening. Before long a discipline helmet with no eye or ear holes and with a large sponge gag was laced tightly on me.  The helmet was thick 
and well padded with only small holes near my nostrils.  Initially it was somewhat frightening but I willed myself to
relax. Then my wrists were released but immediately a single leather glove  was used to bind my arms behind my back.
     As if this was not enough, I was made to lie down onto a full-length leather bag that was laced from my feet up to my mask.  The leather was quite stiff and very tight.  Then I faintly heard two snaps close near my shoulders.  The next thing I knew, I was being hoisted up into the air suspended in the leather bag.  The smell of the leather, the heat of my body and the tightness soon had my perineum throbbing and begging for release, but I was helpless to  obtain any satisfaction.
     It was late when I was released from the body bag but not from the harness.  When the mask helmet was removed, I looked out and saw a leather sack suspended from the ceiling.  Yosh said I should feel lucky not to be in there and that the other girl was to  remain there all night. Kent offered to put me in a cage until morning but Yosh said I would sleep 
at the foot of his futon.
     All sorts of questions were running through my head as I followed him upstairs.  He used the bathroom and came out wearing a simple, silk robe tied with a sash around his waist and showing his strong arms and the center of his chest.  I used the bathroom after him and when I came out, he was lying under a light blanket.  So I turned off the lights and curled up at his feet.
     The whole evening combined with the strap across my crotch was driving me wild and I started to reach down with a finger.
     "No, Kiko.  Don't do that," came Yosh's voice.  How he had seen or sensed what I was about to do, I'll never know.
     When I couldn't stand it any longer, I quietly crawled up beside him and worked a hand under his blanket to caress his belly.  For a moment he didn't move.  Then my wrist was clasped by his strong hand, he pushed back the blanket and drew me on top of his lower body.  My mouth and tongue found his nipples as my hand found his very erect cock.  Using 
every trick Kazu had taught me, I soon had him pulsating and clutching my breasts. He pushed me down and at first I
thought he wanted me to take him in my mouth but instead he positioned his penis between my breasts.  I used them to massage him as I stroked his genitalia faster and faster, until he spurted into my hand.
     "Kiko, you are a trained but untamed vixen.  I should whip you from now to dawn.  But instead, lie with you back to me."  One of his hands played a tune on a nipple while the other unlocked my crotch strap and then slowly titillated my clitoris, labia, vagina and finally even my cervix.  When I climaxed it wasn't the greatest in the world but it served 
it's purpose and I fell asleep contented.
     The next morning, Yosh went downstairs before me, but I joined him soon  afterwards, dressed in a simple kimono. The other girl , who didn't look the worst for wear, and I served
breakfast to the men and I then accompanied them out to the back lawn where the girl was placed in a pony girl harness with helmet and bit, and made to pull a small cart around.  I thought I could have done better but said nothing.
     "Before you go, Yosh, I want you to see one more thing."
     We went into the display room where the male servant had set up a leather sling, suspended from the ceiling by four chains.
     "Along with the harness, Kiko wore last evening, I would like you to have this as a token of my appreciation for your visit.  I will be sending a complete price list and descriptions of the various things you have seen, and hope we can do business together in the future."
     "Thank you, Kent.  You are very kind and we have enjoyed our time with you.  If you don't mind, Kiko knows that she deserves a little punishment and I would like to use the sling for a few minutes."
     Kent nodded and I was ordered to strip and lay down in the sling.  My ankles and wrists were fastened to the chains and my head was allowed to dangle back down towards the floor. Yosh selected a braided leather strap, ordered me to remain quiet and proceeded to rain down blows on my very exposed labia, my thighs and finally my breasts.  The blows 
stung but not badly and were followed my a spread of warmth and emotion.  He seemed to know just how hard to whip me, and the tears in my eyes when he stopped were from happiness rather than pain.
     I was ordered to dress and run to the car while he said good-bye to Kent.

                        CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

     A few days after returning to the facility, Yosh showed me a sketch of  his presentation plan.  What he had in mind was a large spider web of slender ropes with a woman (me)
spread-eagled in the center of the web and bound with a mesh of ropes and knots as if caught by the spider.
     "What do you think, Kiko?"
     "I think it is fantastic, Master.  Especially if you use your techniques of multiple triangles and knots.  But how are you going to set up the web?"
     "I have built a rectangular frame about 10 X 12 feet in dimension using lumber.  The pieces have holes drilled every foot or so and the corners have metal braces  for stability.  You, pretty Kiko, are going to weave the web and be my prey.  Also, a friend of mine is creating a large, black realistic-looking spider out of plastic that we will attach somewhere.  Come with me and I'll show you where you will be working for the next day or so."
     He took me to one of the large workshops and showed me the huge frame that had been built and painted black.  There were large eyebolts near the corners and he demonstrated how
cables could be hooked onto these so that the frame could be suspended and arranged in practically any position.
     "During the show, Kiko, we will change the position each day.  I think this will add to the presentation.  Now I'll help you get started with the web."
     The frame was lowered until it was flat on the floor of the shop and he helped me roll a huge spool of half inch twisted rope out of a supply room.  Next he demonstrated several types of splices, including end splices, loops, and T-shaped splices as well as teaching me how to 'whip' the ends of the ropes neatly and securely.
     Under his close eye, he first had me create a circle using heavy, one-inch rope, the circle being about 16 inches in diameter.  This was to be the center of the web.  Then the first radiating rope was strung, splicing it into the circle and then running it out through a hole in the corner of
the frame.  The next strand ran from the circle to the opposite corner and the two that followed essentially positioned the circle a little off the center of the frame.
     "Okay, Kiko, I think you have the idea..  It is very important that each radiating strand be stretched as tightly as possible.  You should end up with about 30 or so strands.  When you finish, go ahead with your usual evening activities and tomorrow, you'll 'spin' the spiral strands like the spider except that yours will not be sticky."
     It took me until late in the afternoon and, even, then, I had to go back and tighten some of the ropes as they stretched slightly.  The next day's work was even harder 
because Yosh had me splice each junction of the spiral with the radiating strands..  My fingers and shoulder muscles
ached from the effort but the end result was worth it.  I called Yosh in his office and asked if he would like to see his creation.
     He said he would be over in a few minutes.  Quickly I hoisted the frame until it was vertical, stripped down to just a wraparound cloth and climbed up to where my back was against the circle, spreading my limbs out along the ropes.  And that was how he found me.
     "It's great.  Wait until you are bound there and have a spotlight on you," he exclaimed and helped me down.
     "Master, will you explain how you are going to bind me?  Won't it take quite a while if you make the triangles small with many, many knots?  And if so, won't you have to do it each of the three days?"
     "Kiko, this is going to be the hard part for you.  Yes, it will take several hours if not a half-day.  Therefore, I will bind you into the web tomorrow afternoon before the 
show begins and you will remain there until the show closes.  Sachiko and the Suki-sisters will attend to your needs.
The participants and our many guests will be that much more impressed when they figure this out. I am sure that you have now progressed to the point where you are physically and mentally able to do this."
     My mind was racing as it imagined what this was going to entail and I had my doubts. But I simply replied, "Thank you, Master, for honoring me in this way."
     "You're welcome, Kiko.  Now before you go to dinner, I want you to thoroughly wet down the entire web with water and that hose.  The ropes will stretch when  wet but will then
shrink as they dry, making the web very taunt. And tomorrow morning, Sachiko will give you a good workout before everything begins.  Also, she has a little surprise for you."
     The evening activities had been canceled because of the competition and I went to bed early.  Unfortunately, I was too tense to sleep well.  But Kazu found me sound asleep when he entered the next morning.  To awaken me, he threw a bucket of cold water onto me.  I shrieked and attacked him.  For the next few minutes we laughed and fought.  I got in a few good blows before he pinned me down, found I was gushing secretions and had his way with me, bring me to orgasm at least twice with his rough thrusts and manipulations before 
filling me with his ejaculate.
     And yes, Sachiko was relentless in directing my exercises until I was covered with sweat and ready to collapse..
     "Take a good shower or bath, get some makeup on and then come to my room," she commanded.
     When I finally got there, she had me lie face down on a futon and said,  "Matsuo-san wishes you to temporarily have a small tattoo on your right buttock.  He believes it will enhance your beauty and appeal."
     "What do you mean by 'temporary'?"
     At that point the doctor entered the room with a small bag of instruments, and answered the question.  "It is like a real tattoo but the pigments are injected only into the outer layers of the skin.  Therefore the design lasts only a few weeks.  The tattoo will not hurt  and I think you will like it."
     Although I had never seriously considered a tattoo, the idea had some appeal, particularly if it was going to disappear with time.  So, I pulled up my short shift and lay there waiting a little apprehensively.
     The doctor first thoroughly cleansed the skin with several solutions and then applied some type of paper that transferred an image.  Then he went to work with a vibrating device that made my skin feel as if it were being pricked slightly but many, many times.  It took quite a while but he
finally stopped and stood up.
     Sachiko said, "It is beautiful.  Our master will be delighted.  Kiko, arise, go into the bathroom and I will get a small mirror to show you."
     A minute later I was looking at a bewitching little dragon looking back at me from the upper part of my right behind.  Indeed, it was cute.
     At lunch, everyone had to take a close look at my new adornment and the girls seemed envious of me.  Finally, Yosh said it was time to begin.  The frame and web had been moved to the display hall which still was otherwise empty.  He and Kazu arranged the frame flat on two foot supports.
     "Are you ready, Kiko?"
     "Hai, Master."  With that I climbed on top of the web and lay down on my back.  Yosh had me move until my rump was situated right on the center circle so that  the tattoo would clearly be visible from the other side.  Then he had Kazu crawl beneath the web.  With Yosh working above and Kazu below, the binding began.  They had me spread my legs as far 
apart as possible, just short of a 'split', and to reach out my arms in a wide 'V" along two of the radiating strands.
Working from the tips of my fingers towards my shoulders and using very slender rope, they formed a tight net that incorporated the strands to the point of only being able to twitch the tip of one or two fingers.  Then they did the same with my thighs, legs and feet before moving to my body.
     When they had demonstrated Karada on me in the past, the ropes had always been snug, but this time they were tight.  They indented my flesh forming multiple small triangles with
multiple knots.  My breasts were forced into tight cones and my nipples were encircled with very small cords to keep them erect.  As their hands worked, I became more and more excited and at one point, Yosh leaned down and wet one nipple with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from me. My waist was constricted by multiple turns of rope and then they ran two 
turns through my crotch.  These were situated on each side of my labia.  Combined with my widely separated thighs, they effectively 'opened' me up for all to see.  I lay there hoping that they would put a big knot into my vagina but this did not occur.
     Now only my head and neck were free to move and this did not last long. 
  My hair was arranged straight above my head, pulled and lashed in that position.  Then Yosh created a net over my face that thankfully did not cover my eyes but made it impossible to move my head. Then he used a simple crosspiece of braided rope and knot to form a gag, filling my mouth.
     "Kiko, the end of the gag can easily be untied so we will be able to give you liquids and feed you.  I think we are done.  Are you all right?"
     "Mmmph," was my only reply, and he accepted this as an okay.
     Kazu emerged from under the web and smiled down at me.  "At last we are  going to be able to keep you still for more than a few hours.  And you look adorable that way."
     They proceeded to hook the cables onto the upper corners of the frame, actuated the hoisting winches and raised the web to a vertical position.  Yosh took multiple pictures but said he would take others early the next day after my skin had been oiled to glisten in the spotlights. Then he had Kazu hang a very large drape down in front of me, explaining that he wanted to hide me from the other demonstrators, some of whom would be coming in to set up their displays shortly.
     For a while, I was left alone and realized that this was going to be a very long process. Although the ropes binding me were very tight, none seemed to be cutting into me and I
continued to be somewhat aroused by my helplessness.  Then Suki-two arrived with my supper. She seemed very impressed with the whole display and quickly climbed the web until she was hanging in front of me.  After untying the gag from one side, she said, "Kiko, I am so envious of you but am not sure I could stand what you must be going through.  Do you want anything before I feed you?"
     "Yes, first please wet my lips.  The gag has dried me out.  Then I would like to empty my bladder if you can figure out a way for me to do that without making a mess."
     She climbed down and returned with a wet rag for my mouth.  "Matsuo-san said I should just hold a bucket beneath you.  I hope it works."  And it did.  Being as "open" as I was, it was also easy for her to wipe me dry.  The food and liquids tasted good but I didn't eat much.  Yosh had also provided some wine and Suki-two said he wanted me to have as much as I wanted.
     She climbed down and we talked for a while before I became sleepy.  We could hear noises on the other side of the drape as other people arrived but no one bothered us.  Finally she replaced the gag and left saying that she would return late in the evening.
     "And I guess I have been selected to take care of you for the next  three days."
     It sounded like an awfully long time and it was.
     The next morning, Suki-two fed me, held the bucket for my piss and then liberally coated me with some type of oil.  Yosh and Kazu checked me over thoroughly and then slanted the frame so the top leaned forward to give the spectators a better view.  Also, the big artificial spider was attached a short distance from my body.  Apparently the opening ceremonies and short speeches were to take place in the center of the room, not far from me.  Then came the time for Yosh as the "home" participant to present his display. Without any introduction he stood and had Kazu drop the drape as spotlights came on.
     There was a moment of gasps and exclamations before the people started clapping and voicing their approval.  It made me feel very happy and warm.  As the day passed, I think every one came over to inspect the web and me.  Many reached up and touched me, checked the tightness of the ropes, admired my tattoo and asked me questions which of course I couldn't answer.
     And feeding and urinating times brought additional crowds to watch and laugh.
     The second day, the frame was suspended fat, over the heads of the spectators, with me facing the floor.  It was more uncomfortable but I survived.  As a reward, Yosh had the frame upright the final day which started with his being given the reward for the best and most original display.
     But for me the ultimate moment occurred late that afternoon when practically everyone had left.  Kazu put the drape back up and had Suki-two climb up, remove the gag, and blindfold me without any word of explanation.  Then I felt someone climbing up to me.  Suddenly, hands went up my arms, a bare chest leaned against me and a mouth smothered mine.
     I yelled with delight when I realized that it was Don!!  My inability to move immediately became a major frustration.  We both said, "I love you" simultaneously and a moment later I said a long, "Please".
     "Right now?" he asked.  "Here?"
     "Yes, please, Master."  Soon, my frustration had disappeared

     The next few days were fun but a little hectic.  Don immediately started making arrangements to get us back to the U.S. and the diplomatic service wasn't about to let him travel back via India which eliminated my hope of seeing Indira and Rahjiv in India...and to be able to brag that I had been around the world.
     As to our lovemaking, it was a little like getting to know him all over again.  Except this time, I was trying to be a good Japanese woman.  For the most part, I enjoyed this....and he loved it.  In fact, he seemed more loving and interested in me than before.
     On one occasion, he told me how much he liked the little temporary dragon tattoo on my right buttock.  I had become accustomed to it and liked it as well.  So the next day, the doctor made my "temporary" mark "permanent".  Afterwards, I had a few misgivings but they disappeared when we made love that night.
     To help pass the time, I continued with my exercise program in the mornings, helped with chores, and at meal times usually ended up serving Don and the staff members 
including Yosh.
     Also, Don decided he had to learn a little of the art of Japanese rope bondage, or Karada. So Kazu invited him to attend some of the evening sessions with me of course as his model. Initially, Don was a little clumsy, the knots weren't tied very well and I think I could have escaped pretty easily.  But after about three evenings, I found myself bound almost as tightly as when Kazu or Yosh did it.  And in new and different poses and suspensions.  One time in particular,
Don did such a good job binding my breasts that I thought my nipples were  going to burst.

     Finally the day arrived for our departure.....with me going "home" as Kiko, his Japanese fiancée.  I wondered how I would feel in this role in the United States, but this is what Don wanted.  In any case, I was eager to see his family, the staff at his home on the Hudson, Gloria, his secretary....and also, Diane, Gloria's Lesbian lover, with whom I had spent some wonderful days in Hawaii and one memorable episode on the flight from California to Hawaii.
     I wondered whether Don would permit me to spend some more time with Diane, something I had almost promised to do.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

     Our plane left Japan on time and I fell into an exhausted sleep, a little depressed over saying goodbye to Yosh, Kazu, Sachiko and the Suki sisters.  Don and I had 
decided to stay in Hawaii one night to make the trip easier and so that I could show Don where I had done the hula dancing.
     When I mentioned this, Don had said, "Sure.  That sounds great, and it would give me a chance to meet Sam Matsuo.  Is he anything like his cousin, Yosh?"
     "Yes, but maybe not quite as forceful and dynamic a person."
     Anyway, after landing we went to the small hotel where Gloria (Don's secretary) had made the room arrangements.  The hotel was in Waikiki and our rooms looked out at Diamond Head.  Typical of Don, the rooms were actually a bridal suite and were very plush.  I tried calling Diane's small house where we had stayed, but neither she or any of the other 
stewardesses who shared the place answered.
     "Maybe I'll call her in New York," I said.
     "Relax, Kiko.  You'll see her soon enough.  I know you are anxious to see her and that's fine with me.  Now see if you can reach Sam.  We're not that far away and maybe it would be fun to go to that luau and see the dancing that you were involved in."
     It took a while for me to get the correct number but Sam was delighted to get the call.  He said he would love to hear my experiences in Japan, and asked about his cousin.
     "And of course you are coming to the luau tonight, aren't you?  I'll leave tickets at the entrance."
     I said we would be delighted and honored to be his guests.  Don and I did a little shopping for he wanted to get a pretty Hawaiian shirt for himself and maybe another sarong for me to wear that night.  We were running a little late when we returned to the hotel.  Both of us headed for the
shower at the same time.  Too late I realized that as a good Japanese woman, I should have let him go first if he so wished.
     Grabbing my naked body, Don said, "I guess you still have a little to learn or perhaps you are forgetting.  But since we are both here..."  He turned on the water and with a fair amount of laughing and sputtering we managed to cover each other with soap and get very aroused. Leaving the water running, he forced me out onto the bathroom rug, pinned me 
down and entered me as I struggled....not very hard.  He was the one who was hard and it felt great.
     Then we had to shower all over again.
     Despite all this we were only a little late getting to the luau.  Sam joined us while we were eating.
     "For a moment I didn't recognize you Pat.  Your hair is very long and I didn't expect you to look Asian.....and you must be Don."
     "Yes, Sam.  It's a long story but Pat became Kiko, thanks to your cousin, Yosh," Don replied.
     I gave Sam a short version of all that had happened to Don and me, with Sam frequently asking questions and enjoying my adventures.
     "Well, I have to see a few of our other guests.  Enjoy the meal and the dancing.  You are going to stay for the dancing, aren't you?"
     Don answered, "After what I have heard, I wouldn't want to miss it."
     So after we had stuffed ourselves, we found seats in the amphitheater and it wasn't long before the show began.  I was again very impressed with the beauty of the dancers and the way they moved.  I felt myself swaying and wanting to move my arms as I remembered some of the stories and music.
     Then came the time when Sam came out on the stage and said he wanted volunteers from the audience to join his dancers for the next number.  Don looked at me and said, "You are going, aren’t you?"
     As I started to say I didn't think I would, Sam said into his  microphone, "I see Kiko is in our audience and I especially want her to come up.  Let's give her a hand."
     People clapped and Don sort of forced me to stand up.  So down the aisle I went.  One or two of the dancers recognized and welcomed me, as they put leis around my 
neck and I took my sandals off.
     Then a voice behind me said, "I in particular am happy to see you again."
     I turned to see the male dancer with whom I had danced the duet...and immediately blushed.  Before I had a chance to say anything, we were asked to line up, given some of the usual instructions and the music began.  Although I was taking clues from the professional dancers around me, I fell into the rhythm and movements very easily.  When the number was over, Sam asked the audience to judge his "volunteers" and I received the loudest applause.
     "Ladies and gentlemen," Sam announced.  "Kiko is not one of our usual  dancers as you might have wondered.  But she spent two days with us a month or so ago and showed an
unbelievable amount of natural talent as well as being a charming and beautiful young woman. Perhaps, if you agree by giving her a loud and long round of applause, I can talk her into doing a number for us after intermission."
     He grasped my hand and kept me on the stage as the crowd roared their approval and I hung my head in embarrassment, after which I bowed and smiled.  He then led me backstage
where I at first protested but then said I would as my excitement started to build.
     During intermission, Don came back and said he was looking forward to seeing me.
     "You probably want me to fall flat on my face, Don," I said.
     "No, my pretty woman, I want you to wow me the way you usually do."  The cast then asked him to leave so they could get me ready.
     A few moments later I had been stripped, given a gorgeous grass skirt (with nothing underneath), several leis. A coating of oil to make my skin shine, a flower for my hair and some makeup for my eyes and lips.  Playfully, the makeup girl wielding the lipstick, asked me to put my hands behind me, and the next thing I knew, she was applying the lipstick to me nipples and areolas.  When I tried to stop her, one of the other girls grabbed my hands and held them until the
job was finished.
     "You had better give me another lei to make sure I am covered," I laughed.
     Then Sam came to me with the male dancer.  You probably remember the story and the dance but maybe you would like to rehearse it once.
     "You mean you want me to do that duet?" I asked, sort of afraid of my own emotions.
     "Of course.  I have never seen it done as well as you performed it.  Now get to work."
     "Yes, master," I said almost automatically.
     We ran through the number and my partner realized I was very tense.  "Don't worry. Relax,  follow my lead and just let yourself go like you did before.  The story, the music, the lighting and the audience will help you."
     All too soon I heard Sam out on the stage saying to the audience, "I think you will find that our next number is something really special.  It is a tale of a young man and woman who meet, fall in love, are ship wrecked and separated in a violent storm and finally find each other again on a deserted island.  To interpret this story I give you Kiko and 
Kamehameha."
     When the lights came up, we had taken our places and now the spotlights were on our glistening bodies.  For a brief moment I tried to see the faces of the audience but then started moving with the music and my partner.   The interpretation became easy and natural as I gave in to my slowly mounting emotions and my lover's muscular body.  By the time we were united after the storm, it seemed like every part of me was alive, awake and begging.
     The first time we had performed the dance, he had come very close but had not touched until the very end.  This time it seemed that we were even closer, and when my hips began to
gyrate and move more and more sensuously, his hands came forward, grasped the loops of the leis near my waist, raised them baring my breasts and dropped the loops over his own head so that the leis linked us together.  It felt as though my nipples were reaching out to touch his chest as the music increased in volume and tempo.  Suddenly we were touching, his hands were on my waist raising me and my legs were wrapping around his pelvis.
     As the music reached the last few measures, he laid me down on my back and lowered himself upon me as I clutched him closer and closer and felt myself gush.
     The reverie or spell I was in seemed to be suddenly split apart by the thunderous applause of the audience, and I realized that the dance was over and the spotlights had been turned off.  My partner kissed me slowly on the junction of my neck and right shoulder, and then raised his body away from mind.  At that point I knew that only his tight shorts had prevented his erection from sliding into me.
     "You're more beautiful and magical than I remembered.  Thank you," he said quietly as he helped me stand and move forward to bow and accept the applause.
     We went backstage where I mopped the sweat from my body as the next number started. Sam came up, kissed me, congratulated the two of us and handed me a bottle of water.
     "Kiko, I don't know how you do it, but that was simply wonderful.  I have no doubt that the cast will select you to be honored in the finale like they did last time."
     "Oh no.  I must say I was impressed that time with the dagger and the blood but I'm not doing that again nor am I going to be burned at the stake like I saw when I first saw your show. You really go in for these sacrifices in your finales, don't you," I said and went into the dressing
room to remove my makeup and change clothes.
     I was still there when I heard the music of the last number before the finale stop and a moment later, three members of the cast including Kamehameha were pulling me 
towards the stage entrance, saying I had chosen and couldn't refuse.  The music started, someone pushed my grass skirt down off of me and I was hauled out into the lights. Although I was struggling, I found myself loving every minute of the scenario.
     In front of me I could see that a portion of the stage had been removed exposing a pool of dark water ringed with torches and dancers.  Kamehameha and one of the other male dancers proceeded to tie my hands in front of me and then bind them to my body.  My  ankles were bound and then loops of rope were passed around my chest.  Someone else tied a 
cloth gag over my mouth and I was then laid back on a slanting board so I was looking out over the pool into the
faces of the audience as the beat of the music increased and the dancers moved faster.
     Then one of the men touched a torch to the surface of the pool and immediately the entire surface was ablaze.  Kamehameha bent over me and said, "Kiko, in a minute we 
are going to tip the board up and you are going to fall forward into the water.  Just hold your breath.  In the pool
are two men with scuba gear.  They will quickly grab you and swim you out under the stage through a short tunnel so you'll not come up to where the oil on the surface is burning.  Trust me."
     I did my best to voice my strenuous objections but the next thing I knew, the board was being lifted bringing me toward an upright position as the audience started 
to scream.  Then I was pitching forward into the fire.
     Under the water, strong hands quickly grabbed me and within seconds I was pushed a short distance and then up, breaking the surface in a small dark area under the stage.  I could hear the audience.  Some were screaming and others were clapping as the show ended.  My bonds were untied, I was given a pretty robe and helped up a few stairs to where I 
found myself backstage.  Sam and Kamehameha each took one of my hands and led me out into the spotlights, dripping wet.  Now the screamers joined the applauders as I took my bows and 
the show ended.
     I was still a little shaken up and very excited when I was met backstage by Don...and also Diane, both of whom hugged and kissed me.
     Don said, "You had me worried there for a second," as Diane simultaneously said, "You sure can find trouble anywhere, can't you?"
     We all laughed, and I said, "Don wait here while I get the makeup off and change from nothing into my kimono.  Diane can help me."  Giving Don a quick kiss, Diane and I went into the dressing room area.
     Happily there were only one or two of the other performers there and  they seemed busy.  I turned and gave Diane a big hug and long kiss right on her mouth.  She held 
me for a brief moment and then said with a smile, "I didn't give you permission to do that."
     "No, but I wanted to.  I've missed you and thought about you many times."
     "Good.  I've thought of you also.  Now a couple of things.  First, I'm going to be the head stewardess on your flight to New York tomorrow.  Second, I was hoping to invite you to stay at my place here tonight so we could have some fun, but the other co-owners are there, so that's out."
     "I don't think Don would like that anyway, but thanks for considering it.  On the plane, will there be any time and place where we can be together like we did before?" I asked.
     "You'll just have to wait and see."
     Don and I said goodbye to Diane and Sam, who again thanked me for my  performance, and we went back to our hotel to enjoy a nightcap.  Up in our room we watched the moon come up over Diamond Head.
     "Kiko, you were really something tonight.  I didn't know you could dance that way.  And I was jealous of your partner before the dance was over."
     "I guess I never told you that I had done a little belly dancing while in college, and that isn't very different from traditional hula dancing.  Just watch a minute," I said.
     "See, here's a sample of the hula."  After a minute or so I removed my kimono and clad just in the briefest of panties continued, "And here is a little belly dancing."
     Don watched my belly button and my hips as I moved closer to him.  I could tell I was having an effect on him.  And a moment later he had me on my back.  Pushing his pants off he said, "You still are a little vixen."  We struggled for the briefest of time and I managed to get on top of him before we meshed.

                       CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

     In the terminal area of the airport the next day, Don said, "You know that Diane is going to be on our flight."
     "Yes, she told me after the show last night.  I hope she has to serve us our food and drinks.  I may just give her a hard time."
     "Kiko, you know that Diane is occasionally a dominatrix in her spare time.  I wouldn't push my luck with her if I were you.  Maybe I'll have to send you to her for a little more training."
     I didn't answer immediately.  I realized that I had never said anything to Don about her invitation to me to do just that.   Also, here was Don speaking as if he could order me around like his possession.  Yet, wasn't this what I was trained to be in Japan....a subservient Japanese woman whose role is to please her master?
     "Don, I think I know Diane pretty well and think it would be fun to order her around on this plane.  We are traveling first class and as such have a right to expect 
good service. Furthermore, it would be an interesting challenge to see her in her other role."
     I was tempted to add something to the effect that he couldn't "send" me to her, but didn't know how he would take this.  And I really was interested.
     The plane left Oahu on time and indeed Diane assigned herself to the first class cabin, greeting us professionally and helping us get settled. Then she was busy with other passengers, the usual announcements about seat belts and life jackets, etc.  When she finally asked us if we would like a drink, I declined but Don ordered a Bloody Mary.
      It took her a few minutes to take drink orders from others in the cabin and when she returned I said, "I've changed my mind.  Could I have one also?"
     She looked at me and said, "Certainly."  And when she delivered my drink I asked, "Aren't we supposed to get some snacks with this?  And when is lunch going to be served?  And
you haven't told us about what movie is going to be shown."
     Diane turned a little red and replied, "Madam, I'll bring you a smack....er, a snack immediately.  Lunch will be served after the drinks are handed out, and maybe we will be showing cartoons just for you."  With that she walked away as I started to giggle.  Don just jabbed me in the ribs, trying ignore the looks from the other passengers.
     Actually the drinks were great as was the food.  After eating, I pushed my seat back and was almost asleep when Diane shook my arm and said, "Kiko, there is something I would like to show you if Don can part with you for a few minutes."  Don nodded and I followed Diane towards the rear of the plane which was setup similar to the one I had flown 
on with her from New York to Hawaii.  I wondered whether she would get out the strait jacket I had tried on that occasion.
     When we reached the door marked private, she knocked saying to me that she wanted to make sure none of the other stewardesses were using it.  No one answered so she unlocked the door and stepped back to allow me to enter.  Immediately a rather hefty stewardess appeared from behind the door and hugged me, holding my arms against my sides.  From behind me, Diane applied a broad piece of duct tape across my mouth and then unzipped the zipper running down the back of my silk, mandarin style sheath I was wearing.  As she slipped the dress down, the other stewardess stepped back and then with the dress off grabbed my wrists, holding them together in front of me while Diane bound them together with one of plastic cuffs she had shown me before.
     It had all happened so quickly that I only managed to get one kick at the other stewardess, and this missed the target.  Rather easily, they pushed me down on the narrow bed and used another plastic strip to fasten my wrists to the bracket at the head.
     "Thanks Betty for your help.  I can handle her now.  We're right on schedule so just follow the plan we agreed on," Diane said closing the door after Betty left.
     "Now Kiko, just what was all your ordering about up in first class..  Thought you were pretty funny, didn't you?"
     I smiled, said, "mmmph," into the gag and tried to kick her.  She pushed my foot aside and sat on the edge of the bed.  Reaching up, she removed the half bra that was  supporting my breasts and then pulled my panties off.
     "Oh, a nicely shaved little pussy.  And did I see something on your right buttock?"  She rolled my hips away from her and gazed at my little dragon tattoo.  "Oh, a bad little dragon," and proceeded to whack my behind several times with her hand.  "Wish I had a whip or a ping pong
paddle."
     I squirmed and managed to roll back, only to have her pick up the role  of tape and bind each ankle to the side of the bed.  I was now feeling very nude, very helpless and very aroused, particularly as I watched her remove her uniform, shoes, bra and panties.  Then she sat down on my thighs, straddling me and began kissing, fondling, pinching and caressing  me as my juices began to flow.  Her hands and lips seemed to be everywhere as I moaned and tried to raise my
hips up in an offering.
     Just when I was about to reach an orgasm, she got off me and tore off another piece of tape and place it across my eyes blocking out all light and vision.
     I tried begging into the gag only to have several more strips of tape applied across my lower face and chin.  Then there was silence and I couldn't tell where she was.  For what seemed like 5 to 10 minutes nothing happened.  I didn't even know whether she was still there.
     Then there was a quiet knock on the door which I then heard open and close.  After a rustle of clothing, someone sat on the edge of the bed and fingers started toying with my nipples.
     I tried to say, "Diane?" but I knew the word was unintelligible.  When the person moved
between my separated knees and leaned forward, there was no question that it was not Diane for an erect penis brushed against my pubis.  For a moment I pulled hard against my bonds but then smelled Don's aftershave lotion.  It didn't occur to me until later that maybe many men used the
same lotion.  As if I had any say in the matter, I immediately returned to my very turned on state and loved every second of the next hour.  Then without saying a word Don  left leaving me bound and sweating.....at least I hoped it was Don.
     It was at least several hours before I heard a key in the lock and the door open.  When the tape was rather roughly pulled off my face I was again looking up at Diane who said, "You're kind of cute that way.....and I do like your dragon.  Want me to release you?"
     "I'd rather have a hug and kiss."
     "You can have both as well as your release.  I have to get back to work.  Am I going to have the pleasure of your company in New York?"
     "Diane, you are really something.  I think I would love spending time with you at your "establishment".  I sort of like ordering you around and seeing how you respond.  And Don is thinking time with you might improve me but I see it as a challenge to work out the relationship between you and me......and perhaps between Don and me."
     "Pat.....or Kiko.....you name the time.  I have a lot of vacation time due me as long as I give them two or three weeks notice.  I think you have my number but here's my card.  Use the cellular phone number and it will reach me anywhere in the world.......but give me a little time to answer.  See you in New York....just close the door after you get dressed.
     When I returned to my seat, Don looked at me and said, "Where have you been?  It's been a couple of hours."
     I looked at him and saw he was serious.  Just who had come in and made love to me?  I turned red and looked back at him.  Suddenly he started laughing.  I slugged him on the arm and joined his laughter.  For a moment he stopped and then pulled out an official diploma entitled "For EXTRAORDINARY ACTIVITY WHILE FLYING ABOVE 40,000 FEET".  It was signed my
the pilot, co-pilot and Diane.  I laughed but didn't tell him about the one I had received from Diane.

                       CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

     When we landed at Kennedy Airport in New York we, including Diane, were met by Gloria (Don's secretary) and Ken (one of his security men who I knew pretty well).  They seemed delighted to have us back in the U.S. and were of course very interested in what I looked like as "Kiko" rather than "Pat".
     "I can't believe it, Kiko.  You really look like a beautiful, young Japanese woman.  What does it feel like?" Gloria asked.
     "I guess it feels pretty natural now.  There are times when I think I'm Pat Anderson, but most of the time I think, dream and act Japanese.  And besides, this is Don's wish."
      Gloria looked intently at Don for a minute but he just smiled in return.  After retrieving our baggage, we piled into a company car with Ken driving, Don in the front passenger seat and we three girls in the back.  Gloria gave Diane a rather big kiss and we headed for Manhattan where Don took us all out for breakfast.  I was having a difficulty 
adjusting to the time difference and had not slept much on the flight, but I managed to stuff myself with American food.  We then delivered Gloria and Diane to their apartment and Ken took us to Don's building where I was anxious to again see his suite on the top floor.
     To my surprise, Don picked me up and carried across the threshold for which I gave him a big kiss.  Somewhat automatically I slipped my shoes off in the entryway and 
we both laughed.
Then I bowed to him and stood waiting, not knowing what role to play.
     "Relax, Kiko.  Yes, I love you as a Japanese woman, but remember I loved you as Pat Anderson.  Let's take a shower and catch a few hours sleep.  We have all the time in the world to work out our relationship."
     As we showered together I found myself thinking of a Japanese bath.   Don finished before I did and when I stepped out he was waiting with a large towel which he wrapped tightly around me, binding my arms to my sides.  Then he carried me out and dropped me on the bed.  After smothering my lips, eyes and ears with kisses, he worked the towel up on my body far enough to allow him to move between my knees......and make me very happy.
     Our 'few hours sleep' lasted until the next morning with a couple of breaks for some wine, omelets and toast.  But with the dawn I was almost over the jet lag and raring to go.  Don had work to do in the office and suggested that I go shopping for food and also that I go on a spree as far as clothes were concerned.
     "Some of your old wardrobe is fine, but I want you to get some nice Japanese dresses, robes, sheaths with mandarin collars.  Also, some tasteful suits and maybe some leather, Lycra, latex....or anything you want," he said.
     He made sure I had the credit cards he had given me earlier and added that he had called the companies to have cards issued under the name of Kiko Grafton, but he thought that the Pat Grafton cards would still work if I signed them that way.  Also, he provided me with a small cellular phone to use as much as I wished, showing me that he had programmed 
in his number, Gloria's,  Ken's, the suite and of course 911.  His final suggestion was that I should use the type of stores that would deliver my purchases.
     Feeling that this was all not really necessary, I said, "Don, I really don't need to go on a 'spree'.  The things I have are fine."
     "Kiko, do as I have suggested or I will embarrass you by making the suggestion an order."
     "Hai, master," I replied quietly.
     He looked intently at me to see if I was being sarcastic or disrespectful, and then said,” Please, pretty Kiko."  I smiled and said I would do as he requested.
     The conversation was still bothering me as I cleaned up our breakfast area and got dressed.  He had, in effect, ordered me to go shopping and I wondered whether this was setting the tone of our lives together.....and whether I would be happy in that role.  Could I be spontaneous?  Could I use my imagination and plan things on my own?  Well I 
figured I had some time before I really had to make a decision.  Don had not mentioned any  wedding plans?  Maybe
he was thinking of a long engagement.
     Actually, then mornings shopping went well and I was enjoying my self.  I got some necessary underclothes that were sexy and revealing, several pairs of shoes, sweaters, blouses, skirts, two nice suits including one which was made of white silk and fitted me perfectly.  I also found a store that featured Japanese clothing and went wild.  The store 
owner was herself Japanese and I quickly found myself babbling away in that language.  She quickly caught on to
what I was looking for in the way of dresses that would emphasize my slim  waist, relatively small hips but full breasts, but I also got some short, light weight robes.  I 
think the owner gave be some discounts because of the number of articles I purchased and threw in some T-shirts with
designs that varied from Japanese pictures and words to sexy drawings.
     Happily, all the stores said they would be glad to deliver so I wasn't burdened by lots of packages.  About lunchtime, my cellular phone rang.  It was the first time I 
had ever used one of the things but Don had showed me the basics.  I was astounded that I could be talking to him
surrounded by big buildings.
     When he asked how I was doing, I enthusiastically bubbled a reply, "Great and I can't wait to show you everything.  Where are you?"
     "In the office, bored silly.  How about meeting me for lunch downstairs in the restaurant where we ate together for the first time?  Remember?"
     "Of course, but I'm surprised you do.  See you soon."
      Don was waiting for me when I got to the restaurant, immediately stood up and gave me a warm kiss.  I was not particularly hungry but ordered a salad and wine and 
watched him dig into a large Reuben sandwich and some type of imported beer.
     "You could have ordered a Japanese beer in my honor," I said.
     "Sorry about that, Kiko.  And you do have some excellent beers."
     We talked about my morning and I then asked whether his schedule was going to include going up to his real home on the Hudson.  "I sort of miss your sister, Clara and Hans as well as some of your other friends, but mainly I like the countryside."
     "Well, we might go up this weekend, say Friday until Monday, but as much as I really dislike the city, I should then get back.  Being away longer than I expected has put me far behind in a number of projects and it's going to take one or two weeks to get things under control.  You could stay up there if you wanted, or return here with me.  Also, at one 
point quite a while ago you mentioned that you might want a little time away from me.  This might be a good opportunity.  I want you to be sure you want to spend the rest of your life 
with me.  And once we start making wedding plans, things will probably move fast.  Also, you and I have to decide whether you are going to remain Japanese.  What do you think?"
     It was a relief to hear him talk this way for I knew he could have simply laid down a schedule and not wished for my thoughts.
     "Don, that sounds just great.  I mean, let's go to your home upstate, and then I would like to return here with you.  I've thought about returning to California and seeing my friends from the nursing school but doubt we would have much in common.  But Diane has invited me to spend some time with her.  This is sort of a contest between us.  She wants to 
dominate me and I think it would be interesting to see her try, but I would do this only if Gloria agreed for I don't want to come between them in any way."
     "Kiko, you know Diane better than I, but I suspect that Diane can be a pretty strong and convincing dominatrix if she wants to be, so it might not be as much fun as you think.  On the other hand, maybe a little more training might be...."
     "Don, I know you are sort of kidding, but stop right there.  I know now that you don't want an automaton for a companion.  I'm more than willing to let you control 
me at times, but I want to be able to pour ice water on your belly, get you aroused in public places, buy you kinky as well as nice things, and hold you when and if things don't go as you plan.  And I think I am stronger than Diane."
     "Sounds like you two are heading for an interesting battle.  Kiko, if   that is what you want, you have my blessing.  Just let me know if you need my help.  I don't want you to get hurt."
     "Thanks.  I love you for that.  Now you should get back to work, and I have some other things to buy."
     "Right.  And I hope you will be willing include one special store.  There is a place that sells rubber, Lycra and leather clothing.  Some of it is rather common but some is esoteric, exotic and sort of stimulating.  You remember Bill and Nancy Monro, and their daughter Georgia."
     "Yes, they are the people with the vacuum bed."
     "Correct.  And this store is their source for some of their things.  I've called to make an appointment for you at two thirty this afternoon but if you don't like the idea I'll cancel."
     "No, it sounds like fun.  Maybe I'll surprise you when you get to the suite tonight.  See you then."
     We got up, Don paid the bill and walked to the elevators that would take him back to work.  I made sure that he would remember the kiss I gave him when we parted. I then walked to
a small nearby park and sat on a bench trying to think things through, but had sort of already decided to call Diane.  She said I could reach her just about anywhere in the world on her cellular phone, so why not try.  I pulled out her card and dialed the number.  There were a series of beeps and pauses.  Just when I was about to hang up......
     "Hello, Diane Sawyer."
     "Hi, how come I can't get better service on this flight?"  I asked.
     "Kiko, where are you?"
     "In New York, stupid.  Where are you?"
     "40,000 feet over Kansas, stupid.  I don't have time to wander around big cities.  It's great to hear from you.  What's up?"
     "Can you talk for a minute?"
     "Sure, I'm walking down to our little room.  The other stewardesses can take care of things for a few minutes.  I'm listening."
     I quickly gave her a recap of the conversation with Don and said,  "Providing it's okay with Gloria, and providing you still want to get your hands on me, and providing you can work things out for next week, I would like......"
     "I can't wait.  Yes, I'll talk to Gloria but I know she will understand.  I do have to clear my flight schedule but with my seniority that shouldn't be a problem.  I'll be back in New York Sunday afternoon so call me then or on Monday when you get in.  And when you do, refer to me as 'Mistress Diane'"
     "That will be the day.  Now if you don't get back to work, they will  probably fire you. Especially with the poor work habits you obviously have.  See you soon."
     "Get plenty of sleep, Kiko.  You're going to need it."
     After hanging up, I looked at my watch and saw that it was later than I thought and I was going to need a little luck to get to the "special” store on time.  When I arrived, there was a sign on the door that said "Closed", but when I peered in the window, a woman came and opened the door slightly.
     "You must be Kiko."  I nodded and she immediately smiled and invited me in.  She was tall, probably in her late forties and she was dressed in black slacks, white blouse, shoes with high heels and a studded black, leather choker.
     She shook my hand and said, "You are just as Don described.  Now why don't you look around while I get a tape measure and a data form, but I think I should be  able to fit you very easily. Oh, my name is Geselle."
     She went towards the back of the store and I began looking around.  Within minutes I was getting excited for it was literally a fantasy shop.  In the leather department, they had just about every imaginable garment, but also hoods, gloves, whips, straps, collars, harnesses, boots, etc.
Close by were rubber skirts, tight form fitting sheathes and shirts, stockings, raincoats....in several different colors of rubber.  I ran my hands over several of the Lycra garments as Geselle returned.
     "Wait until you feel them on you.  This part of the store is for the casual shoppers.  Come back and I'll show you the rest."
     We went through a door into an even larger area that was filled with chains, manacles, ropes, hoisting mechanisms, a vacuum bed like the one the Monro's owned, cages, and various
"toys".  I immediately began thinking of what I would like to get for Don and saw a strap and sheath arrangement designed to entrap a penis, scrotum and testicles.
     "You're thinking of Don aren't you.  Well it's a good choice so I'll put that as your first item.  Now let me get some measurements of you."
     And measure she did...of just about everything.  To do this, she took me into a small dressing room and asked me to strip completely.  Her hands were warm and I quickly became hot in various places.  Then we talked a few minutes about what I had in mind, and she started making trips back and forth from various areas of the store as I tried things on.
     For a while I went a little wild buying various things.  At first they were mainly latex or Lycra and included such things as bras with cutouts for nipples, panties, a combination tight, sleeveless V-necked shirt and attached briefs with a crotch section that could be completely unsnapped and a pair of latex stockings.  Then I got into the leather  articles which were all extremely well made.  There was a form-fitting shirt that laced up one side and had sleeves that also laced tight.  It was in a pretty shade of gray and felt simply wonderful.  I already owned brown leather pants and jacket, but was easily persuaded to buy a black outfit that I could wear practically anywhere, as well as a black, leather cocktail dress that only came to mid thighs.  This had a sort of vampire collar with points that came forward on each side of my neck As an accessory, there was a two inch wide, black studded collar that could be 
locked in place.
     Finally I got a little embarrassed when I realized how much I had spent and started to thank Geselle who had seemed delighted to help me with the decisions.
     "Kiko, not only have you been a very good customer but you are almost a perfect model for many of our things.  Maybe I could call upon you to model in a fashion show when we have
one."
     "Sure, I'd love to do that providing it's okay with Don."
     "Good.  Now I'll have these things sent to you.  But before you leave I want you to try on two other things to see how you look, providing you have a few more minutes."
     "Well Don probably won't get through with his business for another hour or so, so I guess it's all right."
     "Good.  The first is a black leather corset that will emphasize your excellent figure."
     She took me into the back room again and lowered a trapeze for me to hold onto while she wrapped the rather stiff thing around me.  It rode on the top of my hips and extended down a little lower in the front and back.  The top had sort of half cups to lift and squeeze my breasts.  As
she laced up the back, my whole torso was compressed but particularly my waist.  Just when I thought she was through, she started tightening the lacing, asking that I pull in my stomach as much as possible.  When she tied off the laces, I knew that it would be impossible for me to really take a deep breath.  Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe how small my waistline was.
     "How does that feel, Kiko?" Geselle asked.
     "Very tight but actually rather wonderful.  It's like being held tightly.  But what's the little buckle at the bottom?"
     "Here, I'll show you."  She took a one-inch wide strap, threaded it into the buckle and then ran the strap between my legs to a buckle in the back that I had not seen.  I gasped as she pulled it tight, forcing it between my nether folds and pressing it firmly against my clitoris.
     "Oh, my," was all I could say.
     Then she picked up a long, black leather single glove that had numerous straps as well as a long lacing.
     "Put you hands behind you, palm to palm, and relax."
     For a moment I considered objecting, but I had seen pictures of these gloves and was getting more and more turned on by what was happening.  A few minutes later it would have
done me no good to object, for she rather quickly fastened a few of the cross straps and then started the lacing, drawing my elbows closer and closer together.  Then she ran long straps up under and across my shoulders to cross in the back of my neck and attach to the glove.  Then she proceeded to tighten everything up until my elbows were indeed touching.  
Finally she ran the strap from the tip of the glove between my thighs, through a ring near the front buckle and back
to the sleeve.  When she pulled this strap tight, it reinforced the pressure I was already feeling on my private parts.
     I was now a little confused as to what was happening and my rising excitement was helping me my confusion.  At that point a tall, rather nice looking man wearing jeans and a loose white shirt came in through a side door.
     Geselle said, "Oh, Bob, come here and meet Kiko.  She's a friend of the  Monro's and is engaged to Don Grafton.  And Kiko, meet Bob, my husband."
     Although a little embarrassed, I said, "Nice to meet you.  Sorry but I don't seem to be able to shake hands.  Now, Geselle, are we through."
     "No, not quite.  Bob, help me lie her down on the stomach on that mat over there."
     "What are you going to do, Geselle?  I really think I should be going."
     "We'll see that you get home okay, Kiko."  With that she picked up another leather object which in effect was a sleeve for my lower extremities and ran from my upper thighs to my ankles and was closed my lacing and numerous cross straps.  Also, there was a band that ran under my insteps.  As she tightened this she tickled me for a minute and all I could 
do was buck and laugh.
     When she then picked up a thick, leather discipline helmet with holes for my nostrils but no other openings, I knew that Don had set this up as something more that a 
shopping trip.
     "To be nice to you, Kiko, I have left out the pear gag, but the mouth area has a thick pad that will keep you quiet.  Have fun and enjoy."
     That's the last I saw of her face and that of her husband, as the helmet was positioned, laced and tightened.  Finally a very wide, rigid collar was buckled tight around my neck.  I could still flex my hips a little but otherwise I was helpless.  There was a faint sound of something being
pushed on the floor near me and then the two of them were lifting me up by my feet and shoulders.  When I was lowered it was into a long box of some type, lined with thick foam cut out to surround a female figure my size.
     Faintly I heard Geselle say, "Kiko, I'm going to put a little oxygen mask over you nose so don't worry about breathing when we close this wooden chest.  Say hello to 
Don when you see him."  The lid of the box or chest banged closed and I could hear it being fastened.
     Then I felt the box being lifted upright.  Some type of motorized equipment was positioned, I was tilted back a ways and I began to move, swaying a little.  Then I was flat and
soon realized I was in the back of a vehicle being driven somewhere.  Then more movements, an elevator, a few tilts, bangs and finally no motion and  dead quiet with me flat, compressed, hot, aroused, completely encased and unable to do anything about the pressure on my clitoris from the strap.
     Strangely, I was having no trouble with claustrophobia, with my breathing or with any particular muscles or joints.  And I knew that escape was impossible not was it likely that anyone would hear me if I started yelling.  So I just lay there and enjoyed being held so tightly, But I also started planning on what I was going to do to Don when I got the chance.  The penile sheath and straps would be just the thing.
     It was impossible to guess how long I was there before I finally heard the click of some latches.  The foam layer on top of me was removed and then the oxygen mask.  Cool air came down on my body and a pair of hands lifted me into a sitting position.  Then I was lifted completely up out of the box and laid on my back on a rubber mat.  Because of my arms behind me, I rolled a little onto one side.  I assumed whoever had lifted me was a man and I was betting on Don.  When hands began to caress my bare breasts and nipples, I still couldn't tell for sure, but I certainly was responding.
     Then he rolled me onto my stomach and removed the leg sheath freeing my legs and thighs which I immediately stretched and separated a little.  A hand whacked one 
buttock several times and elicited an immediate yelp that probably penetrated the thick helmet to some extent.  Faintly I heard the command "Up" as hands raised my hips so that I was resting on my bent and separated knees, toe tips, upper chest and head.  When the person's fingers began to play a tune on my labia, clitoris and vagina, he encountered difficulty with the straps that were running there, but it
didn't take him long to unfasten these and position his knees between mine.  For a minute he played with my ass hole, but happily he found my vagina more inviting for that is where he headed and I happily pushed back to make sure he went all the way in.  The rest was pure bliss.
     Afterwards, I just lay there, purring, sweating and breathing rapidly as he removed first the arm sheath, then the corset and collar, and finally the helmet.  I smiled 
and gazed up at Don just before I swung and got in one slap to his face before he grabbed my arms and smothered me with
kisses.
     "There are times like this when I know I love you, Don, even though you use trickery."
     "And I love you, you little vixen, especially when you are helpless."
     "Will you still love me when you get the bills for everything that I bought today?"
     "Yes, I'm sure I will.  But tonight all you get to wear is a loose T-shirt so I can whack your bottom and get my hands on your breasts easily."
     "That's fine with me.  I am going to shower and then would be pleased to make my master a drink and serve him hor d'oeuvres.  Do you want me to prepare dinner or order something to be sent, Master?"
     "Neither.  Put on a robe and check the kitchen."
     When I did, I let out a whoop and through my arms around Clara Heinson, Don's cook from upstate, and then saw her husband Hans sitting to one side, smiling at me.
     "Clara, you look wonderful to me.  I've missed you and Hans."
     "And ...er...Kiko, you look different but just as attractive as ever.....perhaps a little more so.  But all that noise in the other room just now was a little distracting. 
  Are you going to help me with dinner or just stand there?"
     "I will, I will.  But let me take a quick shower and put on a pretty Japanese print dress for you."
     Actually, when I started dressing, I decided on a pretty kimono with white socks and a little leather choker.  Clara was very impressed when I appeared, but then I made Don's drink and took it in to him, bowing and then kneeling as I set it on a stand beside him.  Clara had followed me into the den where he was sitting and clapped her hands quietly as I 
served him.
     But Don looked sternly at me and said, "Yes, you are impressing Clara but that's not what I told you to wear."  Clara quickly left the room.
     "I'm sorry, Master.  I guess you will have to punish me tonight."
     "Kiko, I'll decide when, how and if to punish you.  But you do look nice.  I talked to my sister and she is anxious to get you into a authentic Geisha gown and makeup sometime.  Now go into the kitchen and help Clara.  And I expect you to sit at the table with all of us.  Sometime though, I would like you to serve dinner to myself and a few friends, perhaps this weekend."
     "I would be honored, Master," and left him wondering whether I was being respectful or sarcastic.
     Dinner was delightful.  Hans and Clara had lots of news about Don's estate, including the fact that the livestock now included a pair of lambs and one baby.  Hans had been working on a pillory order that incorporated some new ideas and Clara wanted some part time help.  Susan, Don's sister, and her husband, Ed, had been away but were back and looking  forward to seeing Don and I.  The Hastings and Monro's were fine. And the big news was that they had hired a young, black man who had a degrees in horticulture and had also studied a little animal husbandry. His name was Jefferson Davis, his wife was Belinda and she had just had a baby son.  Jeff apparently was extremely bright and had been hired to be Hans right hand 
man, running the estate while Hans concentrated on building up Don's business of medieval equipment, bondage devices,
etc.  It was hoped that Belinda would help Clara but not until the baby got a little older.
     Oh, another item of information was that they now had a pair of adult lambs and a little baby lamb who everyone loved.
     Finally the group broke up.  I helped Clara clean up the kitchen and then joined Don who had gone to bed and was reading.  I snuggled close to him and he closed the book, smiling at me.
     "Are you going to punish me, Master?"
     "Not tonight, but sometime.  And you don't always have to call me 'Master', just when I want you to do so."
     "In that case, can I play a little game with you?"
     "Kiko, what is in that devilish mind of yours?  But, the answer is yes."
     "Will you let me put your wrists in handcuffs for a little while?"
     "I will if you are going to make love to me."
     "Yes, in a little while."  I got up and got the cuffs that I had purchased for him soon after
we met.  He help out his hands and I locked the cuffs around his wrists, making sure they were secure.  Then I got a short piece of rope and tied his hands above his head to the head board of the bed.
     For the next few minutes, I caressed him, kissed him, nibbled here and there, admired the way a man's nipples can also harden when sucked, and generally got him quite excited.  He watched as I took off the camisole I was wearing and bent forward to let my breasts sway in front of his face.  He tried catching a nipple in his teeth but I raised up away 
from him, making him want me even more.  I also was quite turned on but resolved to carry out my little plan, knowing
that there would be repercussions.
     "Don, I'm going to cover your face with my camisole for a minute or so. 
  Just lie still."
     With his face covered, I reached under the bed where I had placed the penile sheath with all its straps as well as a bowl of ice.  Sitting astride his thighs with my rump holding his knees, I applied the ice to his erect penis and proceeded to ride his jerks and rolls as he tried to get loose. Ignoring his exclamations and curses, I threaded the sheath over his now  deflated penis and began tightening the straps including those that encircled his scrotum.
     When all was secure I got off his thighs and removed the camisole from  his face.  For a moment he was quiet as he looked down at his captured organ.  Then he burst out laughing, and I joined him.
     "Kiko, I don't know what I am going to do with you.  Maybe I'll just have to beat that little dragon on your right butt until it is cherry red, or keep you in a chastity belt for a month. But right now, I want you to remove that fiendish device and open the handcuffs."
     "In a moment, Master, but I want to play with you a little longer."  I got back on top of him and slid the leather-covered penis up against my clitoris.  As I rubbed 
against him I could tell he was feeling the pressure of an erection that could not develop.
     But when my own desire got the best of me, I took the contraption off, watched him grow rapidly and then impaled myself on him, rising and falling until we both came in waves of glory. Only after that did I release his wrists and we fell asleep in each others arms.

                          CHAPTER THIRTY

     The next morning, I was up early, getting everyone's breakfast and preparing to leave for Don's real home upstate.  I was anxious to get there and see the place.  Unfortunately, Don got a call from his office soon after he got up about something that was going to requite his attention.
     "Don, please don't tell me we can't get out of here."
     "Now Kiko, settle down.  I think the best plan is for you to drive up with Hans and Clara this morning.  To keep you out of trouble, you will take orders from them.  
I'll have Ken drive my up this afternoon, but will call if we are going to be delayed.  Incidentally, I am going to have
Ken, as my chief security man, stay with us.  This business in China produced a few enemies and I am going to take some precautions to insure our safety.  And keep that cellular phone with you when you are not at home."
     "Don, I was really looking forward to being with you on the drive, but will do a you say."
     "Good girl."
     We had a good trip up with me answering all their questions about Hawaii and Japan. And the place looked great when we arrived.  Jeff immediately appeared, probably to make sure of who was coming up the long driveway.  He was a cheerful appearing man in his late twenties, tall, muscular and handsome.  His handshake when we were introduced was warm 
and firm.
     "May I call you Kiko?  I have heard many nice things about you."
     "Certainly, Jeff.  And if you're available, after I get settled and we  all have lunch, I'd love to have you show me the lambs."
     Hans said, "I'm sure that Jeff can do that, and then I want you to stop by the shop and help me for awhile before you help Clara to prepare dinner."
     "Sounds like I have a pretty full schedule."
     I got unpacked and changed into jeans, short leather boots with two-inch heels that I could just pull on, and a loose, short sleeved, blue work shirt with no bra.  We had a light lunch and then Jeff and I headed for the barn.  He had the lambs in one of the horse stalls and they were adorable.  After we entered and closed the door I remarked that the baby was rather scrawny.
     Jeff replied, "Yes, the ewe doesn't seem to have enough milk to satisfy him and so we are supplementing the mother's milk with some formula.  We should probably give him some now. Stay where you are and I'll be right back with some."  He left after taking out the father and putting him in one of the other stalls.
     I knelt down in the hay and the baby came over to me slowly, bleating a little as the ewe watched from the corner.  I gently took the little one into my lap as he nuzzled around and seemed to settle down.  When Jeff returned with a baby bottle complete with nipple, he handed it to me and told me to go ahead.  At first the lamb was reluctant but Jeff showed me how to squeeze a few drops of the formula out onto the surface of the nipple, and the baby immediately started to suck.  As I watched I realized that my own nipples were getting hard and erect.
     "Jeff, he's doing that just like a human baby, isn't he?  I wonder what it feels like?"
     "Well, I've had him suck my finger and it is rather an interesting feeling.  I won't tell if you want to get an answer to your question."
     Why not, I thought, followed by what the hell.  I unbuttoned my shirt.  Jeff was only slightly embarrassed but I noticed that he didn't look away.  I pulled the bottle away from the baby lamb and squeezed a few drops of the formula onto my left nipple.  Then I gently turned the lamb's head until its mouth was near my nipple.  In only a second or so, the mouth opened and surrounded my not so little bud.  Then the sucking began and I quickly sucked in my breath.  The
feeling was glorious and seemed to spread to several other parts of my anatomy.  I looked up to see Jeff smiling at me.
     "My wife gets the same look on her face when she feeds our baby girl."
     Unfortunately after a few minutes the lamb realized that I really had no milk to offer and stopped.  I left my breast exposed as I gave the bottle back to him and watched as he finished it.
     When I stood up, Jeff said, "Kiko, you have beautiful breasts."
     "Thank you, Jeff.  I sort of like them myself and haven't received many 
complaints.  Now I have a question of you?  Have you tried your wife's milk?"
     He laughed and didn't seem to be bothered by my question.  "Yes, as a matter of fact I have.  It was sort of fun but the milk tasted a little different than I expected.  Have you ever tasted human milk?"
     I shook my head and he didn't say anything more.  I buttoned my shirt and we left the stall.  I walked around saying hello to the horses and giving my favorite a carrot from a little supply that I knew about.  Then I noticed that the little pony cart had been cleaned up and the leather harness was recently oiled.
     I was about to say something when Jeff said, "Yes, Don had me get it ready in case you wanted to strut and show what a good pony girl you can be."
     "Jeff, would you like to harness me up sometime?"  This time he did turn a little red and I noticed a different degree of bulging in the front of his pants.
     "I think I would need Don's permission.  But the answer is yes.  Maybe I would need my wife's okay as well."
     "Hmm," was all I said.
     He showed me a few changes in the barn and then I left him to head for the workshop to see what Hans was doing.  I found him putting a coat of wax on a brand new contraption which gleamed under the work lights.  Initially it appeared to be a pillory with  two tall, upright posts and
two horizontal boards that had cutouts for wrists and neck.  But then I saw that it was far more complicated.  The two posts arose from a platform and were strongly braced. There were two lower horizontal boards between the posts that had several openings, and all the boards could be slid up and down into various positions.  There were two additional vertical posts about 3 feet high and a padded crosspiece could be set at various levels.  Finally there were holes in the platform boards which themselves could be slid into various positions.
     "What do you think, Kiko?  Isn't it beautiful?"
     "Yes, but it looks rather imposing and complicated.  But the wood certainly shows a lot of work."
     "It's hard maple with several coats of polyurethane and wax.  And all the positioning pins, bolts and screws are stainless steel.  The whole thing is Don's design for a private buyer.  Don wanted to make sure it was finished buy the time you got back in the states, but wanted to see it
before it was shipped."
     "Hans, you certainly have done a beautiful job.  But is the buyer going to be able to figure out what all the holes and boards are for?"
     He smiled at me and said, "Kiko, that's where you are going to help me. 
  Don wants me get pictures of you in all the various possible uses of the apparatus.  And of course for his catalog. So why don't you comb out that beautiful hair of yours, strip and put on those black leather studded wristlets, anklets and collar while I set up the cameras, reflectors and lights."
     "And what happens if I refuse?  I thought I was going to have a nice relaxing weekend."
     "Kiko, you should know by know that life with Don is never going to be relaxing for very long.  And if you give me a hard time, then I'll just get Jeff and the two of us should have no difficulty handling you.  Plus you can look forward to some punishment to be decided by Don."
     "In that case, I'll comply with your kind invitation.  It's nice to know that you can't handle me by yourself and perhaps it would be fun fighting with Jeff, but go get your photography stuff."
     When he returned I was ready for him, stark naked except for the leather strips encircling my throat, wrists and ankles.  While he set up his equipment, I examined the wood structure.  It really didn't look too bad and certainly I had been through far worse.
     We decided to start with the standard pillory with me standing on the platform.  I felt the upper board close tightly around my neck and wrists, and as Hans shoved the 
pins through the posts securing the upper board, I knew I was no longer free.  To add to the immobilization, Hans slid one of the platform boards, I stepped down onto the underlying floor  and felt the board close, trapping my ankles in a spread position.  He then started taking pictures from various angles, moving my long hair to one side for pictures of my face.  He seemed to be taking his time, but the position wasn't difficult to tolerate.
     Then he released me, put the padded bar at a low position and had be  sit on it while he trapped my ankles and wrists in the lower pair of boards.  This caused me to lean forward.  After several more pictures, he picked up a leather flogger and gave me a few whacks across my back. I winced and knew that red marks would quickly appear but sensed that he had avoided hurting me.  On the other hand, it was unclear how long this was going to continue.
     It seemed to take him forever to change film cassettes and take more pictures, but finally I was released and he offered me a coke which I gladly accepted.  The next position was bending over the padded bar set in its highest position and with my wrists locked between two of the platform boards and my ankle restraints tied out to the side.  With my upended ass sticking up, he used the flogger to turn it a deep scarlet, and this time the blows were more stimulating.  As had been true in the past, the scene was now turning me on and I hoped he was not aware of the juices building inside me.
     Then he released my ankles, removed the padded bar and simply locked my ankles into holes in the platform, causing me to flex even more at my waist.  I knew that my ass hole and my folds were now exposed and hoped they would be spared if he picked up the whip again.  I was mistaken and found myself quickly hoping that we had explored all the 
possible positions on the contraption.
     The answer was no.  He released my ankles but kept my wrists trapped in the platform boards.  I looked up to see him reposition the upper boards leaving them separated for a moment. Now what, I asked myself.  The answer became clear when he grabbed my ankles and lifted, inverting me so that I was now supporting my weight on my hands that rested on the floor beneath the platform.  He draped my ankles across the cutouts in the lower of the upper boards and pulled the upper board down.  This was getting to be a little too much when he began flogging my breasts.  I could no longer keep quiet and began to tell him exactly what I thought of him and his wonderful apparatus.  This resulted in a leather pear gag being squeezed into my mouth, more swats and a lot more pictures.
     To my dismay, after completely releasing me and giving me hope that we were finished, he had me sit on the higher of the two lower boards between the high posts after he had removed the upper two.  In that sitting position he bent my knees and raised the lowest of the boards, trapping my ankles.  To steady myself I was now hanging onto the two posts, supporting all my weight on the board slicing across under my thighs and rump.  Then Hans slid the upper boards down and locked my wrists and neck in a fashion to where they had been much earlier.
     "How's that. Kiko?  I hope you're comfortable.  I'm going to get the last pictures and then leave you for awhile."
     I couldn't believe him and tried to plead but the gag was far too effective.  By the time he returned I was hurting all over, particularly my neck, back, and rump.  Without a word he released my head and wrists.
     "You can free the rest of your pretty little body and then I suggest you take a shower. Oh, Don wants you to call him at the office.  Thanks for the good pictures.  I hope they come out because if they don't we will just have to repeat them."
     He left before I got the gag unfastened and figured out how to release my ankles.  Then I sort of laughed at what I must have looked like in the various poses.
     When I tried reaching Don, Gloria, his secretary, answered and explained that he was still at a meeting and now was not going to join me until late in the evening.  I swore and hurled a few choice words in his direction, hoping she would pass them on.  Before hanging up, Gloria said that Diane had talked to her.
     "I have no objection to you spending some time with Diane, but think you are crazier than I realized.  Perhaps I'll even drop by and see if you're surviving.  In any 
case, have fun, Kiko."
     Dinner that night was rather quiet, but Jeff had brought his wife, Betty, and their baby daughter over to join us. Betty appeared to be an intelligent, black woman who obviously loved her husband and daughter.  I caught myself looking in the direction of her large, covered breasts
and wondering about her milk.
     After a long walk by myself, and a quick swim in the pool, I was ready for bed and found myself feeling adventurous.  Perhaps I was still feeling the effects of Hans 
lashing of my buttocks and the helplessness of being pilloried.
     So I decided to have a little surprise waiting for Don when he arrived. 
  I wasn't sure exactly when this would be but thought it would be within the next hour or so.  So I got some of our things out of the closet and stripped.  First I anchored two pieces of chain to rings on the sides of the bed about two feet from the bottom.  Next I took another short piece of chain and passed it around the cross piece between the head posts.  Selecting thick  leather wristlets and anklets with simple hasps, I realized that I was going to need five locks 
for what I planned and made sure that the keys for these were on the top of the nearby bureau.  I positioned the manacles
on my limbs but did not lock them as yet.  My final selection was a black discipline helmet whose only openings were for the nostrils.  This was new purchase of mine and I had been looking forward to trying it.
     Checking to make sure I had thought of everything, I turned down the covers and lay face down.  By rolling from side to side, I was able to lock my ankles to the side chains.  Next I passed locks through the ends of the headboard chain but didn't close them, and then pulled up the sheet and one light blanket to my shoulder level.  The helmet was a little bit of a struggle.  Getting the built in pear gag in my mouth was easy but lacing up the back was more of a 
problem.  If I lay face down on my pillow, I had a hard time breathing through the small nostril holes, so I had to
hold my head up and this made working with my hands hard on my shoulders but I finally succeeded. The helmet flap covering the lacing fell into place and was secured when I wrapped the thick, high collar that was part of the helmet around my neck and closed the fifth lock.  The final step was to reach blindly up feeling for the chain with the two locks. 
  Once I had closed these on my wristlets I had lost all control.  Yes, I could still roll from side to side somewhat, but I couldn't call out to anyone, Hans and Clara didn't know what I had done, and I certainly couldn't free myself.
     Slowly excitement built inside me.  For a moment the early afternoon came back to me and I could feel the baby lamb sucking on my tit with Jeff enjoying the view.  Then came the various positions Hans put me in and then I began to think of my Japanese adventures.  I tried rubbing my nipples on the bed sheet but this did little for me and I became 
more frustrated. Finally I guess I nodded off to sleep.
     Apparently the helmet muffled most sound and of course I couldn't see, so what awakened me was the pulling back of the blanket and sheet followed by a swat on my hind end. Now I was awake and reasonably sure that Don was with me.  But then nothing happened for a few minutes and I wondered whether he had left.  Happily I then felt him  joggle the bed as he
straddled my thighs.  His strong hands grasped my hips and he lifted so that I came into a kneeling position with my knees and ankles spread out by the chains.  When I raised my head he quickly pushed it back down onto the pillow.  A few more blows from his hand brought my buttocks to a good state of warmth and then his fingers began to explore my folds, crevices, clit and holes, eliciting a flood and some involuntary moans.  His erect penis was banging against my inner thighs but he continued to torment me for what seemed like an eternity before he easily penetrated me and gradually and steadily brought us up to and beyond the explosion level.
     Afterwards he did release my ankles and remove the helmet but kept my hands locked the rest of the night.
     "Thank you Don, I needed that.....and love you."
     "I needed you also.  You are quite a sight to come home to, Kiko.....and I do love you....at least part of the time."
     I tried biting him but he grabbed a handful of hair and prevented this. 
We cuddled and fell asleep.