|
Meiko (slave) Chapter 6
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The following manuscript is:
Copyright 1993 Donald L. Conover
Registration No. TXu 585-582
All Rights Reserved
[email protected]
This manuscript may be ported to other systems worldwide,
provided local laws permit such transfer, but it may not be
printed or performed in whole or in part without the express
written consent of the author. This novel was written by Donald
L. Conover, and when published in print it is intended to be
published under the pseudonym of David Gerritsen. If you wish to
be added to the electronic subscription list, please send me
e-mail: [email protected].
Toshiko's Lesson
"You did very well last night," Toshiko said, bringing a
dish of fruit to the little table in Meiko's room.
Meiko slit open one eye to notice that the shutters
separating her from her garden were open. She had slept through
the clatter of the gardener's morning ritual. She closed her eye
again, but found her mind being sucked toward the cavern of her
stomach. She was ravenous. Thinking a little about yesterday,
she realized that she had eaten nothing for an entire day. Her
body had responded to and recovered from other needs, but food
was not among them. The aroma of the cut tangerine on the plate
supplied by Toshiko stirred her into action. She rose, letting
the cover fall away from her bare breasts, grabbed half of a
tangerine, and began eating it greedily.
"The Master was very pleased with you," Toshiko went on, as
if giving a report from school. "He says you will be a great
success in Tokyo. He urged me to make you ready as soon as
possible. You may even be suitable for a prince!"
It took Meiko's mind minutes, or was it years, to reconnect
with what the Master was. Finally her thoughts came around to it
and she began noticing the soreness between her legs. It was
like a hot coal, fresh from the fire. Meiko needed to relieve
her pain. She took another cold wedge of mikan and pressed it
between her labia, cooling the fire. Meiko closed her eyes and
savored the pleasure of the contrast between fire and ice,
pleasure and pain.
"What do you mean?" Meiko was still very naive about her
situation, and how it should play out. She expected to be sent
to Tokyo, because that's where you went, or at least so said the
legend. But she was not quite sure why or when.
"In Tokyo there are many places a young woman can work.
Many of those provide different ways to service the needs of men.
There is a kind of caste system there. The very finest young
women to come to Tokyo service the needs of the sons of the
wealthiest men, very discreetly. The lowest work is in bath
houses, giving massages to tired businessmen."
"Is there more for me to learn than last night?"
"Oh, yes, very much more," Toshiko responded. "But you may
have a few days to heal your wound. Then I will teach you how to
survive in Tokyo. If you do exactly as you are told, you will
return home someday, and perhaps marry and enjoy a family life."
"If that is so, why are you still here?" Meiko's question
was impertinent. She had worked it out. Toshiko was about
thirty years old, still beautiful but wrinkled in spots. "Why
did you not marry?"
Toshiko was pensive for a moment. She crinkled a little
smile, "You will know soon enough. I am here by choice. I am
free to come and go."
"Toshiko?" Meiko asked very informally.
"Yes," the older woman responded.
"I liked it! Is it wrong to enjoy making love with the
Master? I wanted it to go on and on. Will he make love with me
again?"
"Surely he will," Toshiko responded. "But remember to keep
your wits about you. You are really two people. The person who
wants to keep making love with the Master, and the person you
will someday become. Try to find out who that person is. What
is her contribution to this world. Remember that we can control
men, if we are clever. They think they can use us as they
please, and physically they frequently do. But deep inside we
also have another person. A person of our own. A person that no
man can control or conquer, no matter what he might do."
Meiko stared out the window at the lush green of the pine
tree. At this moment all she wanted was to be loved by the
Master. The excitement of the past few weeks had focused her
mind on her miniature world of beauty and sensation. She never
wanted to leave. But then her hand absently touched one of the
rings between her legs. She thought of the indignity of their
insertion and wanted them out.
"When will you remove the golden rings?"
"When you leave here. But then you shall always have them,
just as you shall always have this place and this garden. Rest
now. There is time enough to understand what I have said."
Toshiko rose with dignity, and left the room. Meiko laid
back on her futon, turned and lost herself in the mystery of the
garden outside her window. She loved the waterfall foaming
through the crevice at the top of the miniature mountain.
Several days passed in leisure. Meiko never knew how many.
Toshiko brought beautiful food each day, and Meiko enjoyed the
quiet nature of the garden. When she felt some boredom, her mind
drifted to her time with the Master. Then her legs pulled
together involuntarily. Her muscles flexed. Sometimes she felt
moisture between her legs, just by thinking of her night with the
Master.
One day Toshiko stayed with breakfast. Something was
bothering her, but she did not tell Meiko. Instead she began to
tell stories. "Men are such foolish creatures," she said. "They
only think about the size of their penis, and for most they need
not bother." Toshiko was kneeling on they zabuton, intently
eating wedges of orange. Her eyes twinkled and her lips curled
upward as she glanced at Meiko.
"What?" Meiko giggled, surprised by the comment.
"All men think that they are a gift to women sexually, but
usually they are a disappointment. When I was in Tokyo, I had a
way to fix the arrogant ones, and make them humble."
"How?" Meiko asked mirthfully, her eyes getting larger with
this sudden confession.
"Oh, they thought they were so strong. But I made love with
them with such vigor, that they did not return for weeks. I
sucked them dry. Surely they had some explaining to do with
their wives. 'Why is it so limp today?' she would ask. 'I don't
know, perhaps you are feeding me too much rice.'" Toshiko
giggled, and her amusement infected Meiko. "I wish I could watch
them squirm on their own futon." Meiko covered her mouth as she
giggled over this bit of adult humor.
"How are you feeling today, little one," she asked, as they
controlled themselves. "Let me see." She indicated that Meiko
should stand and come closer to her. She unfastened the tie
around her waist and opened the starched cotton yukata. At her
eye level was Meiko's soft pubic triangle. Toshiko slid her hand
between Meiko's legs and let it slide up into the moist river of
femininity.
"Ohhhh," Meiko responded to the firm touch with an animal
whisper, spreading her legs slightly. Her eyes closed with the
pleasure of the moment.
Toshiko rubbed her forefinger back and forth along the slit,
not even noticing the golden rings. At the same time she touched
Meiko's belly with the backs of the fingers of her other hand.
It made a circular motion around her navel and then slipped up
and across Meiko's nipples like a silk shirt sliding off.
Meiko's knees buckled a little. Her hands reached out to
hold something and found Toshiko's head moving toward her.
Toshiko's tongue drifted across the tops of her hair, sending
instant delight up Meiko's spine. She gripped Toshiko's head
more firmly, pressing her nose into the pubic mound. She spread
her knees further, and let the yukata drop from her shoulders.
Toshiko's tongue licked through the steamy seam, and her
fingers spread Meiko's labia. Before her mind was entirely lost
in joy, she noted that Meiko displayed no sign of pain. Meiko's
scent pulled Toshiko's lips to surround the engorged clitoris
before them. She sucked the little ball of wax through her lips
and felt Meiko's thighs tremble. As she continued the soft
pressure, the texture of her tongue stimulated the young doe in a
thousand new ways. Her thumb slipped back along the warm
slippery labia and pierced the threshold of Meiko's vagina.
Suddenly air burst from her mouth in a giggle as she found the
benwa.
"You've learned your lesson well!" she chuckled a whisper.
Meiko's tummy tightened as she giggled too.
"Let me have the marbles now, I want to teach you another
game," she whispered urgently.
Meiko took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions,
and then let the two warm balls drop into Toshiko's hand as
Toshiko coaxed them out with her forefinger. Toshiko renewed the
suction of Meiko's clitoris and pressed her thumb into the
sheath, so that her forefinger was now rubbing over Meiko's anus
with the moisture from her arousal. She let her forefinger
squeeze the little ridge between Meiko's two steamy orifices, as
her rapt student collapsed like a rag doll, completely lost in
her reverie.
Toshiko pounced to surround the thin legs with her arms, her
face firmly into the little crotch, her own legs straddling
Meiko's face. She shed her own yukata in one imperceptible
motion. Suddenly Meiko's nose recognized a new plateau in the
game. Toshiko's own maze of honeyed aromas stimulated new
urgency between Meiko's legs.
Meiko threw her arms around Toshiko's buttocks and pulled
her vulva in to her mouth. At first she didn't know what to do,
but Toshiko's tongue and fingers on her own sex was instructive.
She licked her tongue up under the tight hood of skin over
Toshiko's clitoris, stimulating a jerky response. The movement
excited her. She experimented further. Both women sucked
greedily at one another, writhing and hugging. Meiko's orgasm
built from deep inside her. Quicksands of pleasure collapsed
toward a single basket in her pelvis. She felt bigger there, as
if her mind and heart and lungs were entirely consumed between
her hips, with its arms and legs.
The excitement bounced between the two women. Meiko's lungs
erupted with her climax, her muscles tensed, her mouth sucked
Toshiko's clitoris and labia in frenzy. Toshiko's thighs
squeezed Meiko's ears as the gamine's lips and tongue pulled her
inside out. Her vulva smashed into Meiko's nose with their
involuntary quake. Meiko persisted, lightly chewing the morsel
of flesh like a fresh oyster. As Toshiko's tension subsided, she
quivered with the aftermath of Meiko's assault.
"You will have a very special time in Tokyo," Toshiko
whispered, as the two women fell apart, side by side, lying on
their backs, but inverted, with their heads at hip level to the
other. Toshiko idly began to stir Meiko's labia with her
fingers, maintaining the high a little longer. Her student
followed the lead and did the same for her mistress. Time
passed, a long time, but they did not know it.
The sound of footsteps in the passageway outside finally
broke the trance. Toshiko quietly moved to replace her yukata.
She pulled a cover over her student, who opened her eyes
dreamily. "You must wake up and wash yourself," she whispered.
"The Master has invited you for tea at sunset. You must be your
most beautiful self tonight."
"What does it mean?" Meiko asked in a whisper.
"No one knows," Toshiko responded as she hastily
straightened the room. "The Master is the Master of his own
mind. We cannot predict. You must do as you are told to find
your way home. Wear this kimono tonight." Toshiko handed her a
neatly folded pile of white silk, flowered with pink
chrysanthemums and green pine branches.
By the time the gardener came to close the shutters on her
garden, the sun was resting at the top of the cedar fence. Meiko
was standing on the tatami in the middle of her room. The
sleeves of the kimono were long, draped to the floor in the
traditional style of a maiden. Her hair was done up, exposing
the purity of her white neck above the gentle scoop of the
neckline. Her face was powdered white with subtle flesh tones,
emphasizing the beauty of her youth.
As the shutters closed, panel by panel, Meiko felt closed
in, imprisoned. She never understood it, not then, not later.
She was always apprehensive in a room closed from nature. In the
yellow light of the lamp in the ceiling she was stifled. Her
breathing was labored by the tightness in her chest.
Meiko's apprehensions spun out of control as Toshiko opened
the door and indicated that Meiko should follow her. She too was
dressed formally. Both women used the mincing steps demanded by
kimono as they moved down the long passageways of the villa,
making two right turns. Meiko became apprehensive. Wasn't this
the way to the room of the rings? Her memories of that evening
were so vague, except for her time with the Master. When they
stopped at a closed brocaded door, Meiko estimated that she was
just opposite her own room.
Toshiko made a gesture toward the floor. Meiko stepped out
of her slippers, kneeled at the point indicated, and bowed her
forehead to the floor. As she did this, Toshiko slid the door
open, revealing the humble beauty to the Master.
"Ahhh, Meiko-chan," he proclaimed with obvious pleasure.
"Come in, come in!" His hand was at her elbow. He lifted her to
her feet, and guided her into the room, to a place next to the
low tea table. "Please take this place," he urged amiably,
indicating a position facing the door, with her back to the
windows.
Meiko knelt demurely on the zabuton indicated, keeping her
eyes averted respectfully downward. Still, she had an impression
of his face. She was surprised by the pleasant smile, almost
friendly. The Master sat almost youthfully on another zabuton
across the corner from Meiko; within arms reach. Meiko
considered the opulence of the room without ever moving her eyes.
On the polished lacquer table before her was the most beautiful
tea set she had ever seen, with its mirror image reflected in the
purity of the black finish. The cups and teapot were intricately
painted in pinks and greens matching her kimono. Lines of silver
and gold separated the images and formed the branches of trees.
Meiko was stunned by the size of the tatami room. She dared
not examine it carefully, but it must be as large as the entire
first floor of her father's house, at least 20 tatami. At one
end was a tokonoma of mahogany colored wood, with an ikebana of
chrysanthemums and a Chinese style scroll hanging from the
ceiling. Only now did the beauty of the garden outside the
windows penetrate her thoughts. From her brief glimpse, she only
knew that its delicacy was beyond compare.
Without missing a beat, Meiko demurely poured the green tea,
keeping one outstretched hand over the lid of the pot. She
placed a cup before the Master, bowing slightly in the same
movement.
"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it? Did you see the moon
tonight?" The Master made a traditional opening between
strangers.
"The shutters blocked my view," Meiko remarked honestly,
wanting to retract these first words as they were uttered.
The Master chuckled. "Meiko-chan, you are a treasure. We
like your wild spirit. It is very fresh, like a flower in the
morning dew."
"Thank you very much," Meiko said in her most formal
language, again bowing slightly. She took her teacup and with
both hands lifted it to her mouth in her feminine manner and took
a tiny sip.
"While you are here, we will train you for the highest
positions in Tokyo. Then your father's debt will be repaid to me
handsomely. Would you like that?"
"Yes." Meiko's feminine voice cracked a little, betraying
her nervousness. Her eyes continued to focus on the reflection
of the teapot in the table top.
"Have you had a fine stay with us so far?"
"Yes."
"Are you very satisfied with the training you have received
from Toshiko-san?"
"Of course, Master." Meiko saw the events of the morning in
the reflection on the table.
"Are you willing to learn anything we will teach you here?"
"Yes."
"Anything at all?"
"Yes," Meiko said with assurance, though she wondered what
'at all' meant.
"Oh, that's fine Meiko-chan," the Master said, as if very
pleased. "And you shall be rewarded. You like your garden,
don't you?"
"Oh, yes Master, very much."
"Very well, I shall also share my garden with you."
Without breaking its mask of feminine acceptance, Meiko's
face revealed her pleasure. "Oh, thank you Master!"
"Come to the window with me, and I will show you my favorite
parts."
Meiko rose with the Master and went to the sliding glass
doors overlooking the most beautiful piece of nature she had ever
seen.
"I especially like the pond. I have many very large carp in
that pond; gold, and white, and black. They are many colors.
Did you know that one carp of this quality can cost more than one
million yen?"
"I did not know, Master," Meiko replied, imagining more than
half of her father's annual income in one wriggling creature with
gold scales.
"I brought a Chinese artist from Hong Kong to build the red
bridge across the pond."
"It is very elegant," Meiko replied.
"Don't you appreciate the shapes our gardener can make of
the pine trees?"
"They are wonderful," Meiko agreed firmly.
"Well, then, you shall have it all, Meiko-chan. Do you see
that gate in the cedar fence, on the other side of the garden?"
"Yes."
"That is the gate into your garden. It is not locked.
During any day you may pass through that gate and walk along
these paths. You may sit and meditate on the bench, just there,
if you like."
"Oh, thank you!" Meiko's heart was filled with joy. She
knew that this privilege would bring her spiritual happiness
beyond her wildest dreams.
"There is just one thing, Meiko-chan."
"Yes, Master?"
"You may not come into my garden after dark. Is that
alright with you?"
"Oh yes, Master!" Nothing could have been farther from
Meiko's thoughts at that moment.
"Very well, Meiko-chan. You may enjoy the garden from
tomorrow. You may go now. Toshiko-san will prepare you for your
next lesson on the day after tomorrow."
The golden rings between her legs seemed suddenly cold.
Meiko's heart raced. She bowed and said, "Good night Master.
Many thanks for the privilege of your garden." She went to the
door, which opened at her approach. Toshiko was in the dark
beyond the door, with a little smile on her face. Meiko stepped
back into her slippers, turned toward the Master, knelt, and
placed her forehead to the floor in a most submissive bow.
Toshiko slid the door shut.
|
|
