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This recollection is also dated currently, taken from my diary and runs parallel to "A Current Seduction" story located in the Lesbian Romance section. It recollects the time prior to me deciding to take the plunge into the romance that is contained in the above story. This story describes my re-insertion into the world of authoritarian sex and bondage
A Shiatsu Adventure
My name is Ellie and if you have read my other stories you will know I am an interior designer. I had just broken up with my lover Mitch and was being tempted by an intern in my office who was far to young (see A Current Seduction - Lesbian Romance) and did not know what to do; these two occurrences put me in a depressed state, which was very unusual for me, even for a Monday morning. Discussing it with my long-term lover Brenda (2 hours flight away and no physical help or satisfaction) and for once I was near to tears, Brenda as always came up with a solution however bizarre and this was peculiar to say the least (how naive was I) - she would arrange an innocent shiatsu massage at a very expensive and select establishment, in my town. I was not convinced it would help, but agreed anything was better than my current miserable state.
One hour later, my office phone rang and it was the shiatsu center confirming my appointment for 4pm that afternoon. At exactly 4pm I approached the large private house set back in a treed garden from the road. I was welcomed by a young Japanese girl and shown into a luxurious waiting room, from there I was taken into a large massage room with large windows into the beautiful landscaped garden, the massage bed was at floor level. I disrobed and lay on the bed with a towel, decorously across my body, being naturally a shy and refined person (honest trust me). Two lady masseuses entered, dressed in little white uniforms, very sterile and holding no promise of naughtiness and commenced the massage They started with joint manipulations to release the kimae (spirit) flow through the body. The main joints are dams to this spirit flow and if not released the following shiatsu is not successful. In basic terms this meant that my body was twisted and turned. I will never be able to look a pretzel in the face again. Obviously the towel was long gone as my body was bent onto positions only my experienced lovers had attained and I heard my joints and vertebrae crack like castanets. I also reveled sights of my body that not even a gynecologist is privilege to see, but not a glance or smile crossed the serious faces of my manipulators. Once the body and joints were loosened and I supposed the kimae flowing, the pressure point massage began. After a further 30 minutes I felt absolutely great.
The massage was being run down by final stretching and with one masseuse pulling on my feet and one on my hands I felt like a medieval virgin on a rack. (OK just for once use your imagination with the virgin statement). As I was straining to accommodate the stretch, a beautiful Japanese woman entered in a rustle of silk. She knelt at my side and said: -
"Ah so des, Errie san, Blenda asked for you to be given my special treat"
With that, and with no further comment she gracefully bent forward and with elegant long nails peeled open my pussy like a ripe fig. She gave instructions to the masseuses and their pull became stronger and I was held even tighter and immobile. Then just like a Volkswagen mechanic, she popped the hood of my little beetle and exposed my clit. She then did something special alright, she manipulated, in a rippling action of her long sharp nails, along the length of my clit and rubbed the now exposed pearl with her other hand. This had me from open-mouthed silent surprised shock to screaming my climax and total collapse in under a minute. She rose like mist of a lake and with a backward comment praising my "spirit release" vanished. I of course commented with my normal but this time breathless, eloquence, "who the fuck was that" A masseuse answered "That is Ahito-san, she is the owner, you are very fortunate she does not do that to all customers" No kidding, if she did she would be arrested, with that I was dressed and politely led to my car.
Two days later, on Wednesday I was phoned by Ahito-san herself to invite me to visit again for a more personal session with her, I checked my finances and took out a second mortgage and agreed for the Thursday night. I spent the next few days in a high state of nervousness and with escape on my mind
Ahito-san phone again on Thursday morning personally to confirm that I would still attend, I asked why she had invited me (even though I was paying) and she said that "blenda" had said I was a special person and she had watched my massage (oh yes I thought) and I obviously enjoyed the sensuality and although "blenda" had paid for some spirit release she sensed a strong spirit and decided to conduct an experiment, (obviously the Volkswagen maintenance) which she does not do usually personally.
It appears that such a direct approach of her intervention, brings different responses from different women (I bet it does) and mine was "most favorable and most responsive" Such a beautiful phrase to cover me screaming like a demented banshee. So she decided she would extend the experiment after talking to "blenda".
Brenda is mischievous and naughty and obviously agreed to and I am sure encouraged whatever Ahito-san suggested. Brenda had well and truly set me up at the first visit in her normal devious manner and I undertook to certainly strangle her next time I was in the Cape. So I was even more nervous, about my "appointment" at 7pm on Friday. I was wet already thinking about it, wet and nervous what a combination.
I arrived at just before 7pm and was let into the front house by an absolutely doll like Japanese girl and led through to the back house to be greeted by Ahito, in full kimono, with a little bow. Her style and grace overawed me. I rose to the occasion and at my eloquent best, said: -
"ergh, ergh, hello arh"
The assistant took my bag and led me into a small room, tatami mats and every thing. I was so nervous I was even wearing underwear; I also had my favorite silk dress on which with the nervous sweat clung like a second skin even though I thoroughly doused my self with anti-perspirant
I do not know if you know anything about Japanese culture Brenda is a Japophile and I have been there twice but I had never seen anything like this. There was a hole in the floor, which you slide your legs into under a low table so you are actually sitting on the floor with your legs in the pit.
This is not designed for short skirts; Ahito-san seated herself like falling silk. I decide I would imitate this graceful action. Half way down my right leg slipped into the pit, my decent rate increased with some lateral deflection from the planned path I bumped the table, Knocking it into the pit and tipping over the very beautiful flower arrangement, I then deposited my arse with a thump that I am sure woke the neighbors. I said "shit" then I said "oh fuck I said shit" one leg in the hole one leg on the side, wide apart best transparent knickers on full display and hardly hiding anything. Not the best start when you are attempting to impress a future lover.
I recovered with my normal aplomb "ergh, ergh"
Ahito-san sat all through this and with a quick command, assistants rushed in like a speeded up movie, twittering like birds and within the space of a few blinks civilization was restored after the ravages of hurricane Ellie. I looked at Ahito-san and thought she is never going to want me now, clumsy cow that I was, but she smiled her beautiful serene smile as if nothing had happened and we ate supper. Served by her assistants, the food was fantastic, I had no problem with chopsticks (I know you were waiting for something to happen but it did not), food cleared, and we finished the wine and had tea. Conversation throughout was superb, if not delving and in the space of the meal she knew a lot about my history, lesbian nature, lovers, my involvement with Brenda, lusts, loves, likes and licks. I blushed then and now, at what I revealed. The CIA should use her techniques then no spy would be safe.
At the end of the meal things were cleared, but the word had got out and this time they took no chances with their pottery, flowers, table every thing was moved before the two assistants guided me out of the hole. I stood at the edge, I had survived so far, her skill as a host and genteel nature had calmed my nervous heart but now with the realization that the next stage in our relationship was to commence I was thinking "OOOOOH FUCK NOW WHAT" my pussy was dripping, but Ahito-san said: -
"Errie since your are an intelior designer I would rike to show you my house"
I was led on a tour, she held my arm close to her and I could feel her heat through the silk kimono she wore as I tried to corral the heard of butterflies that had again escaped and was running rampant through my intestines.
Again my sophistication and several years at university, degree qualifications shone through as I toured I kept her fascinated by my knowledge and intellectual conversation with phrases such as "Oooh", "wow" and "that's nice", "oh look at that" etc. we ended up going through a door into a small room it had two windows looking into two other rooms. This was from where she had viewed my massage. From here we entered another room with no viewing panel, Ahito said: -
"this is my room Errie, velly private".
Now my nervousness took butterfly flight again this time they started in my stomach flew to my throat and then shot to my pussy, where they tingled alarmingly. The room was warm and scented, lit only by candles, soft and luxuriously furnishings could be perceived if not seen in the candlelight. She asked me to stand and close my eyes, my clothes vanished in smooth easy flowing movements. She folded my arms behind my back and secured them with a simple sleeve fastener that secured me from wrist to upper arm. Once tightened, laced into position and secured it pulled my arms back and shoulders together, forcing my tits up and out. (I resolved to patient the idea and an alterative to horrible bra's, it funny how the mind works when you are frightened at what you have possibly let yourself into) She moved to my feet and quickly fastened my ankles into a leg pole that forced my legs into a wide-open position. My pussy responded, and the only way to describe it is, gaped open. My scent rose to meet me and Ahito-san sniffed and smiled at my embarrassment, but even this did not stem the flow of my juices.
She ran her nails over all my body, missing the main erogenous zones leaving lines of star pinches, made with the tips of her nails, making sure that her nails were our only physical contact, this attention reddening my skin. My nipples hardened, my clit stood, and my body was covered in goose bumps. She then stood behind me and reached around and played with my nips, pinching, ringing the nipples with her clustered nails and then pulling until I thought she intended to separate them from my body. My tits took on a distinctive cone shape, at the end the nipples were large and extended, the areole was tight and crinkled a sure sign of my pleasure. Satisfied with the effect she pinched and scratched her way to my pussy and especially my clit. Each side, both inner and outer lips were given the star pinch treatment until a ring of fire circled my little clit. Moving to my side she explored my anus and gave the edges of my anus the same treatment.
By now every single touch, pinch or scratch sent shivers through my body and I jumped and twitched when her nails continued to make little pinching nips on my back buttocks and inner thighs. She stopped suddenly and my body continued jerking for several seconds. She stood in front of me and her kimono dropped in one fluid motion leaving her naked she was small petite with high small breasts, a very hard body, trimmed pussy that did not hide her protruding lips and clitoris . She smiled at my movements and my obvious lust for her. I tried to say something but it came out just a groan, she dipped a long nail into the folds of my pussy and my wetness betrayed my lust.
(When I later told Brenda about this, it made her hilarious and drop the phone, since I am the one who is usually in charge, the witch)
She smiled and returned to the left side position she was smaller than me and straddled my leg and wrapped her right leg around me I felt her bush and wetness of her cunt lips on my thigh as she proceeded to rub herself on my leg, she inserted a long nailed finger in my anus all the way in and reached for my clit.
She said "Ah Errie-san now we release the spilit"
I thought I have tried every position and considered myself experienced but this position was not only new but blew my mind. I was totally at her mercy, I could have not stopped her even if I wanted to. The way she had restrained me left every part of my body open to her wants. Her grip on my clit was as perfect as before the rippling action along its length heightened by the rhythmic finger fucking of my arse. Again the uncontrollable scream came, followed quickly by the shuddering orgasm. I almost collapsed, but realized that this little thing's fingers were holding me up just in my arse and around my clit. She moved me to a floor bed and laid me on my stomach, still restrained, legs wide and at her mercy, of which I feared there was none. Whilst I nervously watched her she slipped on a strap-on and moved to my rear, a roll cushion was put under my hips and my arse lifted. My cunt felt the probing of her dildo and my lips opened to receive this gift. I was slowly penetrated and fucked to a constantly changing rhythm with long powerful loud pelvic slaps as she thrust home with surprising strength. She grasped my hair and although short pulled it back and arched my back. I was being used totally and I loved it. The spirit in me rose again and but this time escaped more with a long sigh as I continued to force myself backwards to meet my impaler. .
Removing the strap-on and turning me over she whispered "me now Ellie san" and she straddled my face, my hands were still fastened behind my back and my face had nowhere to go as she squeezed her thighs together perfectly positioning my face to receive her essence. I felt the wetness and the smell of her musk, I was blind and close to being smothered by the folds of her open cunt and all I could smell was her perfume. Japanese was quickly spoken and as she ground her self onto my face I felt a new strange hand started to ease its way into my cunt, when the hand was fully in and fisting me she commenced literally to fuck my face. Again I was used for her personal pleasure, it was beautiful and lasted several minutes before she came and her cry was like a bird song I came soon after for the last time and when she rose off me the strange hand and it even stranger owner was gone.
She dressed, removed my restraints and helped me up and I was led by the assistants to shower, dried and dressed in a smooth well-practiced procedure. At the entrance to the front public areas of the house she was waiting. She thanked me with a little bow and with a twinkle in her eye, complimented my ability to please her and invited me back. I next found myself out of the front door stood by myself as if nothing had occurred. I stood for minutes with my mouth open looking around as if in a daze before I could offer my first coherent words "Fuck me" I looked at my watch she had been making love with me for over two hours "Fuck"
I arrived at my house, at 1am, I believed I had made a complete arse of myself the whole night, the only good point was that Ahito-san seemed to enjoy my 10-year-old clumsy virgin act. I immediately phoned Brenda, irrespective of the time and got her out of her warm lover and expressed my thanks by saying: -
"you witch, what the fuck have you got me into"
She commenced to laugh and never stopped, she laughed hysterically at my expense all through our conversation dropping the phone on at least two occasions, I will really have to strangle that witch. The following weekend was quiet and somewhat a let down after Ahito-san but my pussy was tingling delightfully for two days.
I decided that night to go and see Brenda, I missed her and of course I wanted to strangle her for her arrangements with Ahito-san and her continuous laughing at my embarrassment and predicament. It also took me away from a tearful Mitch and the temptations of the intern. She was due to starts work today at my office but I will be with the fair Brenda.
Air travel is the pits, 2 hours airport wait, and 2 hours flight, so I fumed at Brenda perceived misconduct and schemed my revenge. The rest of Monday went slow and Brenda collected me after numerous client meetings. She stood by the side of her car, started to smile at my approach and was laughing by the time I reached the car. I proceeded to chased her round the car twice, much to every one amusement of everybody else in the busy main street, finally with us both out of breath I decided to accept her pleading for mercy even though she still did not stop laughing all through her cries for mercy as she dodged round the car. I decided to take my revenge in private at my leisure.
I suppressed my evil persona and the evening was just nice, Brenda and I are long time lovers so we fit well together, physically, emotionally, mentally and sexually. We had dinner on the sea front and since I was tired had an early night and laid spooned in each other's arms until we fell asleep. My strategy was to lull her into a sense of security (please imagine Victorian melodrama evil laughter)
The next morning we were up early to watch the sun rise, Brenda was still laughing at breakfast, but the good nights rest had facilitated the revenge strategy formulating in my evil little brain. She cornered me fully dressed ready for the office and fingered me fast and furious to climax before I left for the office. I am sure the taxi smelt of sex by the time I got there. My morning consisted of meetings and contract visits with my local clients. This was of course the justification for my visit, not my revenge on Brenda, I was picked up at lunch by Brenda and went to Sandy Bay, Cape Town's nudist beach and spent all afternoon sun bathing and getting hot from all the young schoolgirls on the beach, this is our big school holiday for summer. Some beautiful bods on the beach, shaved pussies galore of all ages. Again I was sweetness itself (again please imagine Victorian melodrama evil laughter)
We returned to Brenda's pad for a nude light supper on her roof terrace, then, just when she thought it was safe to have sex with me THE REVENGE OF ELLIE. (music from the film Jaws, please) She had been giggling all day but I said nothing and did not raise to the bait. I lulled her into a sense of well being and then --- tied her to the bed ------. At first she thought it was our normal love play but she suddenly realized the position she was in and that I had not forgotten, especially when I pulled the 'Deep Heat' (heat cream for muscle sprains) out of my bag. In my best horror film voice I cried "ah ha I have you in my clutches now, there is no possibility of escape" do you know the silly witch burst into gales of laughter and in a little girls voice said "spare me, spare oh evil one" I'd show her. I rubbed the cream into her nipples, labia and around her anus and watched with glee as her face contorted as the cream generated the chemical heat onto her most sensitive pink parts. I then started my second strategy, she had some of the electro stimulation pads for the face they are smaller than normal ones for the body, I affixed those to her clit, nipples and inner labia, plugged her into the mains and turned the current on.
Electronic pulses activated the muscles and I could see her cunt clench. I placed her largest vibrator in her cunt, turned on to full speed, a small high speed one I taped to her clit. The revenge had begun, who's laughing now witch I thought. I toyed with her anus and spanked her bottom with her favorite leather paddle till it was red all over. I took her to five orgasms, the first three very fast the last two slow and almost dragged out against her physical limit and ability. Her pussy was dripping juices. I was more tired than she was with all the pumping of vibrators, re-applying cream, varying and reaffixing electro pads that fell of with her screaming and jerking of her by now sweating body. HE! HE! HEEEEE! --- REVENGE AT LAST.
But as usually all my well laid plans fail, when I finally released her she had the nerve to lovingly thanked me profusely saying "it was the best time ever etc etc. please please do it again" Fuck I will have to scheme again. Any way I made her work hard for the rest of the night and fuck me with her special double dong strap that penetrates both arse and cunt together and wouldn't let her stop even with the sweat dripping off her.
All in all your normal lovers sharing a quiet night at home.
Wednesday saw my return home, I decided that I was a failure in creating fear and pain in my victims, the truth of this statement I was going to realize very soon.
On Thursday morning Ahito-san phone and invited me again to enjoy her pleasures on Friday evening she stated that the would be "no charge for visit, special gift from Ahito, I will rike (like) velly much" I immediately agreed, but again just her voice made me wet and nervous at the same time.
The next two days only heightened my nervousness, a situation I was very aware I had failed to arouse in Brenda. Friday evening finally arrived and I arrived at Ahito-san as instructed at 7.30pm. I dared not be late. Two petite Japanese girl who led me to a bathing area met me at the front house. They stripped me, and washed, buffed and scrubbed and then lead me to a deep pool very hot bath totally surrounded by candles, then left me alone with butterfly wings beating in my heart . There was a swish of silk and Ahito-san lowered herself into the pool and into my arms. It was hot and steamy and I am not talking about the water. She used her exquisite technique on me, including a beautiful floating trib session and I tried my best with her and hopefully achieved some success at giving her pleasure. I was loud and noisy (I could not help it) whilst she was constrained but passionate.
So far so good, she had treated me like a lover not a slave, although the sex was great I was somewhat disappointed, at times like this I will never learn to bite my tongue. She again complimented me on my spirit release. It was such a polite way of commenting on me screaming the house down with my release. We relaxed but water was everywhere. We stood in the water like two of Botichelli's Venus and dried each other and led me to her bedroom. She laid me down on a padded bench on my back, placed my arms behind my head and secured them to a handy fastener attached to the bench head, quickly attaching loops to my ankles and knees she fastened my ankles to the foot of the bench and by pulling up on ropes attached to my knees pulled my legs apart into a forced splits position, legs wide as possible and my cunt open to all. My head was fixed in position I could not move to either side. Again I was immobile and my cunt twitched in anticipation. Ahito straddled my right leg, using it like a saddle, this left her right hand free to idly scratch at my clit with her long fingernail. This with the restrained stretched position flooded my pussy in response.
She whispered in my ear "Errie-san this is your pleasant" and the shoji screens along the wall at the foot of the bed slid open. I thought it was a window but it was into a separate room. There tied, naked, standing and spread-eagled tied blindfolded to a large wooden x-shaped cross in the middle of the new room was a mature woman of about 40+. She was a well-built woman with wide hips and full breasts, she was totally shaved and her cunt was open and her juices glistened in the candlelight. The two Japanese girls, who were now naked, who met me at the front door, were lightly whipping her with a leather cat-o-nine tails. They were very petite in stature, almost no breasts and also completely shaved. The woman had on a rubber hood that totally covered her eyes and ears and I knew she could not see or hear any thing and a bright red ball gag fastened tightly in her mouth. Her long blond hair was pulled out through the hood to form a high ponytail
The whipping continued as we watched and Ahito-san tortured me with the scratching of my clit. The girls increased in speed and strength and commenced paying special attention to her pussy and breasts until they became flushed with blood. When she was red all over they overlaid this colouring with long thin welts from a thin horse switch. It became obvious that they were painting a canvas with bold lines. The woman cried in a combination of pain and passion.
My bench was turned and pushed into the other room, my head first. I saw the woman loom above me and then the bench was pushed in between her wide stretched legs. My face was directly below her red, punished open pussy, the smell of he sex and juices flooded my nostrils and I could only watch with fear and trepidation as the x-cross was adjusted and she was lowered onto my face. My breath told her of my position and she squirmed in an attempt to reach me, but her position was only lowered a small amount at a time and we were both subject to exquisite tortures, her desperate for the touch of another on her pussy, me with the fear of this enlarged, engorged cunt lowering onto my face. Eventually I was also straining my tongue to lick her folds, the first contact was fleeting and quickly lost and it brought a groan from both our lips, next contact was total and her cunt opened like a large orchid to cover and swallow my face. All the time her whipping continued and Ahito-san scratched at my clit and gave me no other physical contact.
As I viewed backwards I could see one of the girls dripping with sweat as she laid the lines on. It was the last thing I was to see for several minutes and the tied woman's cunt and her large buttocks smothered my face. I licked and chewed hungrily, lost in the erotic, smell, taste and darkness of her cunt. Ahito-san stopped her scratching and I felt the whip commence to flick on my own cunt. It was a hard stinging pain direct on my open cunt and enlarged clit and I screamed into the woman's cunt. Her juices flowed and I drank them all, she commenced to grind her hips sliding her cunt from my forehead to my chin. Blows were now falling in unison and at each one she sunk lower and I screamed into her cunt, I expected to be swallowed whole a Jonah into that whale of a cunt.
The girls then commenced scratching us all over with some implement, especially the inner thigh and upper arm. It was obvious we were both enjoying ourselves, her pussy was drenched and mine felt the same and we both moaned in the pleasure of the whip and nail. I then saw movement from my blind position a large dildo was snaking its way between the cheeks of her arse. It located and entered her arsehole. Movement ceased and I realized it was my turn. From my smothered position I could not see but my legs were untied and repositioned and winched backwards. I am very flexible but the revised position had me folded in the middle with my ankles passed my head spread wide with straight legs. This rolled my hips up and lifted both my cunt and arse for better access. This realization was proven when to dildos were inserted in my arse and cunt stretching them to the limit. I know realized that Ahito-san had straddled the bench facing my cunt and was pumping them both into my poor holes with much enthusiasm. When my sexual torture commenced also so did the dildo in the woman and with my tongue deep in her cunt and me chewing ravenously on her cunt lips she was arse fucked into oblivion.
It was obvious with her cries that she had previously come with the whipping alone; we both came with the long delayed final connection between my tongue and her cunt. Now with the joint fucking we were riding the roller coaster to the little death again, I could feel her build up by the contractions to her cunt and I was ideally position to experience this miracle of nature since I am sure my head was half swallowed in that huge wet hole. She came suddenly unable to resist anymore she flew over the edge, her juices squirted over me, I gasped for air and came in shuddering shakes almost immediately after her and we fell forever as one.
Our protagonist were well rehearsed and they played us like a musical instrument. A concerto for screams, groans and climaxes in many parts by Ahito-san for a trio of experts played upon two poor innocents. (play along with me on these please)
They took us repeatedly to the edge, always jointly within a few seconds of each other, then let us slip back from the brink, then to rise again, this was repeated until we were both crying for the flight that would satisfy our physical and spiritual release. Several time we made that leap. I had no idea how long it lasted in total, but just when I thought unconsciousness was the only solution to escape the exquisite torment. The activities declined and we were allowed to wind down, dildos were removed, whippings stopped, I was untied and I was pulled from the encompassment of her cunt. Fresh air flowed over me and stung again on the strokes of the switch across my breasts, stomach, buttocks and back of thighs. Ahito-san laid me on her bed spooned behind me, holding my right breast in her right hand, pulled up the covers and inserted on finger in my anus as sleep claimed me. Lights dimmed. My body was aflame, but desire dimmed the pain. I never new my partner in ecstasy, never saw her face or knew what become of her, but by the morning I new my place was at my mistresses feet awaiting her pleasure and use and realized that my feeble attempts at revenge on Brenda paled to a shadow when compared to a master like Ahito-san. But I could learn. Then Brenda would get what was coming to her.
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