Training Master

Up high on the topmost apartment’s balcony Tadao has a great view of the impressive skyline. His hands drum on the railing, and he enjoys the cool night air. The glass doors slide open silently.

‘Thank you for walking me home,’ Kimiko says and comes closer.

She has changed into a flowery, silican dressing gown, and walks up behind Tadao. A lovely sight. Tadao marvels at her slim, petite body and perfect posture. The dark hair is done up artistically, held in place by a bright, colourful ribbon in the shape of a butterfly.

‘The pleasure was all mine, Ms. Izumi,’ he says. ‘Your home is very nice.’

‘The night’s beautiful,’ Kimiko says, joining Tadao in looking out over the city below.

Tadao turns to face her, and places his hand on her delicate cheese.

‘It is,’ he says.

‘Cold though,’ Kimiko continues, hugging him more closely, as though trying to huddle together for warmth. ‘We should go inside. There is still something I need you to see.’

Shepulls him by the hand, and he follows, posing no resistance. He is led straight through the spacious living room, and even right through the impressive bedroom, right to the very back, where another door is concealed behind a pair of red curtains.

Kimiko glances back at her companion’s uncertain expression, and smiles confidently.

‘Wondering what I have in mind? I hope you’re curious,’ she says, and with a click unlocks the door.

‘I am,’ Tadao admits.

‘Not worried?’ Kimiko turns to him, and touches his chest. ‘You might run away when I let you in, when I show you what I have in mind.’

His eyes are on her shiny lips, soft, inviting, and she licks them slowly.

Tadao isn’t quite able to keep up his calm, collected demeanour. He averts his gaze, and notices too late that his hands are trembling. Quickly he puts them into his pockets, and Kimiko laughs.

‘All right then,’ she says and pushes down the door handle.

The walls are cold, naked stone, and the light from the ceiling is red. Tadao stars, confronted with a museum of medieval torture devices, heavy chains and decidedly exotic instruments, the likes of which Tadao has never seen before.

‘Wow,’ he says.

‘I told you I had a surprise in store,’ Kimiko smiles. ‘So, what about it?’

She slings an arm around his neck, and gently brushes his ear with her lips, feeling the hair on his neck stand on end.

‘You told me you were adventurous, want to play Mr. Watanabe?’

‘Play?’

‘Oh yes, we can have so much fun here.’

She ticles his stromach.

‘All kinds of fun.’

Tadao swallows, then opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He clears his throat, and nods hesitantly.

Kimiko’s smile grows broader.

‘You want to? I’m so happy, Mr. Watanabe,’ she kisses him all over his neck and face.

Tadao blushes.

‘I-if it makes you happy, Ms. Izumi… .’

‘You know, you should really call me Kimiko now,’ she says.

>’Kimiko,’ Tadao says out loud. ‘It’s a beautiful name. And you may call me-‘

But Kimiko places a finger on his lips.

‘No,’ she says. ‘Not tonight, Mr. Watanabe.’

She turns, and habits towards a large, upright wooden frame in the shape of an ‘x’ or a crooked cross.

‘Come,’ she says, and walks up to it. ‘How would you like to see me up there?’

Kimiko laughs, eyeing a growing bulge in Tadao’s trousers.

‘I’m not sure if I know how to… you know… .’

‘Oh it’ll come to you. Don’t worry.’

Kimiko takes Tadao’s hand and places it on her chest. He can feel the large, soft tits beneath the silk, and the nipples harden under his touch.

Kimiko unties her belt, and he brushes the light fabric aside. The gown slides off her shoulders, and falls to the ground. Tadao traces her feminine curves, pulls her closer by the wait. She nibbles his ear, before pushing him back a little, and shaking her head, mischief glowing in her eyes.

‘Not like this,’ she says.

Tadao takes a closer look at the frame. Although it is made up to look ancient, he can see that the dark wood is smooth and poisoned, and the metal shadows are shiny and intricate, with complex modern locks. On a small table next to the cross are Kimiko’s toys, some made of leather, but also what looks like rubber, plastic and latex.

‘Go on Mr. Watanabe. Which way round do you want me? Like this?’

She turns away from him, and spreads her legs. She slaps her bum, and the sound’s echo rings on Tadao’s ears.

The room isn’t warm, but heat rises within him. He looses his tie, and undoes his top button, then turn to Kimiko. Naked and eager, she stars at him unblinkingly, and as he looks at her heaving bosom a rush of excitement overcomes Tadao. He takes her by the shoulders, and pushes her, forces her back against the solid frame.

‘Good choice,’ she says.

Tadao croouches down beside her, and grabs one of her legs, strokes it, kisses it.

The first shadow goes around Kimiko’s ankle. There is no key to be seen, but Tadao can hear a click as soon as he snaps it shut. First left then right, and Kimiko’s legs are forced apart, two shades around her ankles, two just above her knees.

Her face lights up, and Tadao can see her struggle against the restraints, her thighs tense, but unable to move one inch.

He rises to his feet again, and leans in for a kiss. Kimiko reaches out, feels his body under the shirt, one hand wandering down, lightly squeezing his erect manhood through two layers of clothes.

Tadao takes the hand, and guides it towards the shadele, so high above Kimiko’s head that she can barely reach it. Another lock snaps shut. And another. The arm is held by the wrist and Just above the elbow.

‘You’re doing great.’

Only one free limb remaining. Kimiko licks her finger. Tadao watches as she circles her nipple, take it between thumb and forefinger, twists, and moans.

He takes the arm. Click. Click.

Kimiko cranes her neck, and pumpers her lips, but cannot quite reach Tadao.

‘Very good,’ she says, scanning with all her might.

Tadao pushes her back. Another shadow snaps shut around Kimiko’s neck. Tadao puts his hand against her stomach. It is flat and hard, and he feels the contours of her abs, then pushes her torso back as well. Click. The last shackle just above her naval has closed.

‘All helpless,’ she says. ‘What will you do now, Mr. Watanabe?’

A hunger in her eyes, Kimiko can only watch Tadao as he takes off his jacket, then his tie.

‘So?’ he asks. ‘What is it you like?’

He grabs her tits, and begins to massage them.

‘Pain?’ he pinches the nipples, and Kimiko bites down on her lower lip.

‘Maybe a little,’ comes the breathy response.

‘Being teased? Tickled?’

‘Uh-huh.’

Tadao takes something from the table. It is small and black, and made of soft leather. A blindfold.

‘Wouldyou like to wear this?’ he asks.

‘Well Mr. Watanabe, even if I didn’t, it’s not like I could stop you now.’

Tadao carefully places it on her eyes. It fits perfectly, and he marvels at the quality. He pulls it tight, then waves his hand in front of her face. No reaction.

‘It suits you.’

‘I know.’

The darkness around Kimiko is impenetrable. She hears Tadao’s footsteps, he is still wearing his shoes. Something touches her hip for only a moment, warm, coache, Tadao. In vain she tries to follow after, too thrust her groin, but unbending metal keeps her in place. The beautiful struggle causes a stir in her loins, and she can feel the mood between her spread thighs.

There is a rattling noise, and Kimiko’s whole body jerks when something cold and hard touches each of her nipples. She knows what to expect, and prickling goose flesh and exhilarating pain confirm her suspicion right away. The chain that connects the nipple clamps falls onto her stomach, andKimiko shivers from the cold and the intense sensing.

‘Enjoying yourself?’ she asks.

Tadao’s hand is on her dripping labia, slides in easily. Not far. He ticles her clip, rubs it, plays around, and is gone.

‘No!’

‘I am,’ he says.

She squirms. The urge to be touched, to touch herself is getting less bearable by the second. She mistakes and pulls, and as she fights she can feel the juices dripping down her immobile legs.

A wooshing sound.

‘Argh!’

Sudden, sharp pain. Her left thigh. Her stromach. More squirming. Kimiko’s body reacts by itself tries to evade the strikes, to anticipate the leather crop’s next target.

‘Aahh!’

The chain rattles as her breasts are struck.

‘Too much?’ Tadao asks.

Smiling broadly, breathing heavily Kimiko shakes her head.

‘More. Aahh!’

Stomach again.

‘So loud.’

There is the sound of rummaging again. He strokes her cheek. Eagerly she presses her lips against his hand. He leans in, and the stink of her own cold sweat is overpowered by expensive aftershave. The metal collar keeps her from reaching him. Their noses touch, then their foreheads. Kimiko whimpers.

‘Please.’

The kiss is long and wet. Greedily she tastes his tongue, he grips the back of her head, forceful, taking the lead. When Tadao pulls back she continues to picker her lips longingly.

Big and rubbery, something else is pressed against her cheek.

‘Recognise this?’ he asks.

‘Kimiko.’

‘Yes.’

‘Open wide.’

She does, and the enormous dildo fills her mouth.

‘Go on,’ he says. ‘Let’s get it nice and wet.’

Dutifully she covers the shake with saliva, swerves around its length with her tongue, tastes the bland, sterile surface. Tadao pushes it in a little further, and Kimiko gags. He holds it, holds it, then pulls. Drool trickles down Kimiko’s chin, drops onto her chest.

‘Great work,’ he brushes aside strands of hair,Then smokes her face.

‘Open up again.’

She does.

‘That’s right, wide open.’

He pushes a large ball inside of her mouth, which forces her tongue down, and makes her jaw ache. She can feel his fingers at the back of her head, tightening the straws of the gag.

‘How is it?’ he asks.

‘Mmpf,’ says Kimiko.

Now a steady stream of drool begins to form.

‘Mmpf!’

Tadao’s flat palm slapses her sore tigh. He grabs it, squeezes. With all her might Kimiko tries to arch her back, to bend towards the cause of the sudden sensing in her vagina. Thick, rubbery, dripping with spit, the dildo enters her, the welcome pussy opening up, its secretions flowing freely.

Kimiko wants to thrust, to take more and more inside of her, but bound and powerless, she is at Tadao’s mercy.

In and out, he speeds up at an agonisingly slow pace, ignores the muffled pleading for more and more. Kimiko feels her wet pussy yearning, her loins burning with antiipation, her legs dripping and sticky, she is unable to thrash about, can only strain against her bonds. Internal screams of pleasure and frustration grow loud and shrink, as desired mounts.

‘Mmpfff!’

The dildo is pulled back, and disappears from Kimiko’s tiny, dark world. She can hear footsteps, a zip, a thud. Tadao pulls on the nipple clamps’ chain, lifts up and stretches her tenderer tits, accompanied by Kimiko’s subdued cursing. The pain is long and drawn out, and Kimiko pants furiously. Tadao lets go, and with a clap the bosom slaps back down.

Trembling of exhaustion, Kimiko can feel Tadao’s hand on her face again. Suddenly gentle and careful, he looses the blindfold, and light begins trickle through the gaps. He pulls it off, and Kimiko has to blink a few times before she can see properly.

Tadao stands before her, naked and upright. A tall and slim man, he discards the blindfold, and grabs his erect penis.

‘Mmpf!’

He smiles as Kimiko watches hishand going up and down the throbbing shake. Kimiko eyes the manhood with nothing but hunger.

Tadao steps closer. Now, screams the voice inside of Kimiko, waiting is not an option any more. She feels like burning, like her body will shatter into a million pieces, each one full of unbearable desire.

He thrusts. A blissful, muffled moan. He kisses the gag, trails of her drool on his lips. Their eyes never break contact as he fucks her. Kimiko can see it now, how much he’s wanted to the entire time, he is finally unrestrained, his jaw clinched, his eyes wild, and his love making rages and rags. He is letting go, and Kimiko takes it, take all of it, and wants to beg for more, and their ecstatic arrival culminates in a bright, hot flash of pleasure.

Still inside of her, Tadao slumps forward, and slings his arms around Kimiko, his sweaty body pressed up against hers. They stay. Kimiko’s pussy is sore, and the clamps are old, but she nestles her head against Tadao as much as she is able to. He strokes her hair, her ribbon.

‘Amazing,’ he whispers.

‘Mmm.’

With great care he undoes the straps of Kimiko’s gag, and removes it.

‘Not bad at all, Mr. Watanabe.’

Her voice is hoarse and weak, but her gaze is steely.

‘I like it when you’re being cruel. Had fun?’

‘Lots of fun.’

‘I’m glad. You’ve got a talent. Although you were a bit clumsy at times, but don’t worry, I can teach you.’

‘Teach me?’

‘Sure. Maybe we’ll have to switch positions next time. I’ll let you know.’

Tadao swallows.

‘Yes, Ms. Izumi. C- could you please tell me where the keys are now?’