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A time when kidding stops

1962 Prélude

I lost my « virginity » when I was  13 in a boy’s middle school part of a group starting from nursery school to mine, with, in between, the boys and the girls separate primary schools.

The building next to my school, was the girl’s one, were the oldest female pupils, were also the least active in learning, Marion (if I remember well her name) was already 14 with generous shapes that allowed to think she was 2 or 3 years older. If she was not a goddess in study, I learnt she was already a good fucking.

At 13, boys are generaly much more stupid than girls, I did not escaped from that rule, but I was sufficiently lucky when Marion remarked me among the tribe of boys playing the hard guys.

That’s how she told me one day to come to see her at her home after school, her parents coming back three hours later.

That is how I lost my innocence, several times in a row. After the summer vacations, back to study, I found that during summer her family had moved to another city and that I had to return to abstinence.

Abstinence that lasted until my next vacations at the seaside the following year. I had almost forgotten Marion, but not the pleasant feelings I was having with her. Not ashamed at all, I do not remind the names of the two girls, but remembered just what I felt when I slipped in.

Same the following year vacation. If I can say, I was interested by such fractal slits but not absolutely focussed at that time, but in 1965, my concept of the world changed with Laure.

1965 Stop kidding !

High school now, Paris, in the vincinity of Gare Saint-Lazare (St Lazare station Paris IX).

Many commercial zones in the area, department store, de luxe shops, and all the usual surrounding for a station : coffee shops, hotels, restaurants, bars, and hookers in streets nearby.

Just in front of my high school entrance, on the other side of the Rue du Havre, started a narrow street. In the middle, a pub. Full grown up passed PM 8 :00, but high school students territory between AM 12 :00 and PM 6 :00, and at that time beer was not considered as a sin and not as a so destructive alcoholic beverage. Of course the students from my school were clients, but not only. Girls from the « Lycée Racine » (some distance away but not so far) were coming too.

That is where I met, Laure, from the other gender side, in February, one day by PM 4 :30 after teaching hours. I was sipping a beer with two friends of my class, nobody else in the pub, I invited her to join us. Again several times after that, until one day in March, I was alone and her too ; the real flirt started.

We both were in high school diploma year : her in sciences speciality as she wanted to become doctor, me in a mix litterature-mathematics that could lead me to law and economics studies.

(I say it here because several years later, she reappeared because of her medical speciality, mine was less important as, in spite of my university diplomas, I chose to become officer in the army… for a while)

For the time being and for a short while, we exchanged tongues arguments and hands explorations, a week later went together in urgency to the toilet of the pub. She evidently was no more a birdbrained virgin, for sure, when I put my key in her keyhole, it moved swiftly without obstacle.

We repeated such connections three or four times, but one day, a guy from my school had an urgent need while we were expressing ourselves and he made such a fuss that he considered me as a devilish pervert. Laure told me to come at her home on the next Saturday, it will be  quiet.

Living in a Paris suburb, I had to explain to my parents that I was going to review with a friend the whole yearly program for all matters before the end-of-year exams. Not really a lie… but…

The mix Sex and Studies (or the reverse), was quite efficient for both activities and it helped a lot to obtain confidences from the other side. One day, we were relaxing after a « sporty » time (and after a week of pause because of a risky period). Laure explained that she was careful not to have a baby, because it seemed that she was herself conceived by her mother (Isabelle) in such a similar situation when she was 18 years old.

From this point, she moved on and described a night, when she was 6 or 7, waking in the dark, hearing moans coming from her parents bedroom, going to their door, some light was on, she opened and saw her father on her moaning mummy. « Papa ! Stop ! Mama is hurting. » .

Isabelle, within her moans, said « No not hurting… hmmm ! It is so… ahhhh ! Good. »

They did not slowed at all until they reached their top leaving their daughter uncertain.

A quarter hour later, Isabelle, still stark naked, took her to her room, explaining that she saw how she was made, like all other babies.

Interesting, at least for me with parents much more old fashioned. But my surprise increased sharply when Laure goes on about events when she was 13.

In the meantime, Laure whitnessed, from time to time, her parents intimate competitions ; I was no more surprised by her knowledge.

She was still in a telling mode, laying on my chest in my arms.

« Since two years Papa and Mama were going to « social events » once or twice a month, leaving me alone. One day, My mother told me : 

« We’ll have guests here Saturday, I’ll prepare the diner. Hope it’ll be good.

- Guests ? Who ?

- Doctors, medical professors at Paris University. We will have to have professionnal talks after diner. »

I don’t know why, but there was something ringing false in my mother’s words.

On the very Saturday, PM 6 :45 they arrived, a couple in their late thirties ( old in my view). At least they were MD’s like Mama, Papa was remaining in the background, as businessman, he was out of the box but did not seemed worried at all.

PM 9 , the diner was over, it was perfect, I even could taste my father’s Cognac before going officially for the night to my bedroom.

During almost an hour, I could hear muffled voiced from the closed door of the living room. I started to be on alert when the voices exchange faded to be replaced by my so well known mother’s moaning and the other woman’s laugh. I decided to have a look and tiptoed to the kitchen where there was a communication door with the main room.

The door had been left ajar, so I had a good view on the events. Yes, I had seen sex several time before, but it was the first time I saw my parents having intercourse with strangers, and more, my mother received the other man’s sex in her back hole. With some grin, yes, but she had it in.

In a way, I felt more shocked by the other man than by the other hole.»

I did not said anything, I couldn’t.  She went on :

« A week later I had my first period ; my first blood ! I was informed, Isabelle being a gynecologist, but it made me unstable for a while and I talked about the other night.

I was told a lot of things and decided two for my future : I’ll become gynecologist too and be free concerning sex.»

It was now evident that I was part of her second decision. A lesson for me : females also can decide. I just said : « You say all this under the eyes of your doll. »

I learnt only months later that I was only the N°4 and the best ,,, for the time being… for her. That was why she introduced me to her parents just after our successful exams in July 1965.

Rope

Early training

When He arrived in Tokyo in September 1976, I hoped, I wanted Him to fuck me again ; it had been so good five weeks earlier in Paris. Was it love ? I did not know, but what I knew was that I wanted to feel again Him in me and feel the same peak of pleasure as before.

I welcomed Him and He filled me, but was it training when He seized again my panty and made me walk in the streets bare bottom under my skirts ? If not training, it was at least conditioning and I stepped in. At that time He told me : « Having an orgasm with someone, does not mean you are in love. »

Now, looking back at that time, training started a week before He returned to France. He had already subtly changed, addressing more to me as a woman and not only as a body ; we were in a restaurant when He told me : « You know your country is the best one because you visited other places. » , I looked surprised and asked why He said it ; « How can you know that you love me, if you don’t try with others ? Have sex and send me all by letters. I don’t want to know who they are, but  how they are, how they do, how you feel. »

I was crying, but, I don’t know why, I said yes.

The first letters were horrible to write, I was so ashamed, what I was doing was so out of moral. I could not talk to my family, only to Kanako : my friend and sister could become my confident. She qualified Him as evil and adviced me to stop and not meet Him again. I could not.

For each of my letters, He answered with tender words and very precise questions and advices about how I had to move. I knew He was single but I doubted He slept alone when in Paris . In my fourth or fifth letter I asked and he answered « What is important is not to be the only, but to be the prefered ! Yes He had two women there, a french and a korean ».

I was jealous and I fought to be the prefered. As we married in 1979, I think I fought well until then : 31 letters until His full residence in Japan end 1978.

It was training and for this He used me against me. I won !

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When He came to Japan in July 1977, in His luggage, He had a « present » for me : a « stimulator » he bought through his french sub during a house tupperware like meeting with selling sex tools to women eager to feel free.

The Stimulator was a dildo with flat electrodes on its shaft, connected to the mains through an adaptor (230v to 100v) with four power levels. Nothing really painful, but once inserted and connected, it was sending regular impulsions forcing my vagina to contract, 4 was sufficiently strong so I could feel the muscle tightening on the fingers I had inserted in me.

Rope has always been a long duration player and I learnt to remain « on line » (as he said) for hours. Not really leading to  any climax, but pleasurable anyway, to the point I wanted crazyly His introduction, but He remained during hours focussed on what He was doing, for my almost despair.

When He unplugged the connection, then the tool from me, I knew His cock was the next visitor, feeling the reflex contractions of my vagina. If not strong enought, several times, He reinserted the dildo and reconnected electricity for some hours more. A real non painful torture when tied spreaded on the bed.

Sometime my vagina automatic rythmic tightening lasted for hours, impossible to control the reflex. I had to use it when the batteries were charged.

It was systematic when I had to guide Him in famous touristic or cultural places. I remember in paricular the day we spent visiting Kamakura, passing from a temple to another, being obsessed to reach a not coming orgasm that He will allow at His will, pushing the power up. He did so at the end of the afternoon just in front of the Dai Butsu (the great Buddah) just when a tourists groups was arriving.

When He was again back to Paris, I continued tu use the stimulator for myself and very possibly also for the benefit of some of  my one shot fuckers.

Of all those men, only one led me to an orgasm as strong as those He had provided me. We met only once and he left me saying something about his wife needing to learn a lot…

Stupid ? But I was shamely proud and I let Him know it in my corresponding letter.

Yooki

Sahel 1975

Njadema (Fort Lamy for french people) 1975

I arrived there for a mission in Chad : evaluate the risk of the rising rebelion in the north of the country. Military risk but also political in that country where France was still very present, almost at home.

Some days later, I moved to Abeche with my squad of specialists, and settled in a military controlled zone, but sufficiently away from the local command which was not to be concerned by our activities. A lieutnant giving rebufs or orders to a colonel, was somewhat something not really appreciated in the high spheres, even if I had the right to do so by the same high spheres. Stupidity lay everywhere !

Two days later, we were at work, meeting people, making acquaintance with some, discussing with others. No exclusion, market, church, mosque, hospital, shops ; civilians, militaries (french or locals), police, shop keepers, citizens or rurals, mainly men as with women a discussion was very problematic in a muslim country (BTW no comparison possible with what exists now in 2015) just someting social. The only real and useful females contacts we built was with Agnes and her daughter, not with the ambassador ‘s or diplomats wives.

They were just practicing the honourable job of whores ! Therefore in contact with many peoples. I never fucked any of them, nor any of my guys (I think), but two or three times a week, one of us went to meet one of them, retrieving the latest news that dropped in their hears.

Here, necessary to say who they were : Agnès was previously a nun in Katanga (previously in belgian Congo), she had been raped several time during incidents in Jadotville and left alive while several of the other sisters were murdered. Pregnant, she gave birth to Marie, but cut from her religious order, leaving Congo for Chad where she educated her daughter while working as  both prostitute and nurse. Marie started in the « profession » when she was 14. A scandal ? Most of their earning was used to help poor people and they were respected because of it.

What we learnt through them helped to avoid nasty operations planned in Biltine and Mongo by the rebels who returned to the Aouzou area in the north of the country after failure. I was recalled to Paris in spring 1976, when back, I strongly suggested to my « high sphere » to recruit Marie and also Agnès (if possible).

I write this short recollection, because Marie sent me today an e-mail informing of her mother’s death. Yooki and me will make the trip to Paris next monday. Respect is due!

Rope

My concept

Already published on my profile on Fetlife.

It is true that pain is only a tool for me. Concerning those nailed nipples, what is great in it is the dilemma and the fear of the woman. For sure I do not feel any particular pleasure to inflict pain, but much more to feel in an almost physical way how they are hit by that pain, their revolts, their suffering, their fears or more their terrors, their hate sometime. Therefore I do not have any objection against pain in itself.

As for humiliation, one more time, I play much more on their own shame than on the gruesome practices made to please the ego of those who impose such actions. Forcing them to the wall, pushing them to transgress what they believe in including their limits, making them understand that they are no more like the others, it is another of my great pleasure.

Of the some 170 women I had in hand for an hour or for years within a little bit less than 50 years, only seven had made all the way with me, the gems remaining once the gangue was removed. None of those seven had any previous experience of sado-masochisme, physical or mental the same, but they remained

An exchange I had after a particlarly tough day with one of them, perfectly reflects their state of mine :

« How do you feel ?

- Dirty !

- Then ?

- I loved it. »

"Yes, you are right, pain and humiliation are a whole, that’s perfectly true . nothing is to be rejected, just adapt everything to yourself, like a suit."

Was my answer to a friend surprised by my comment on the picture "Nails and Symbian" (from Masterfulj on fetlife)

Rope

Absolute friends link

Tokyo, November 1981

Almost a month and half or two after the « hard connection » with Kanako, I paid another visit to the SexShop in Roppongi. I came back with tools that I immediately locked in a drawer, puting the key in my pocket, for later use.

For what I had in mind both Yooki and Kanako were needed, but Kanako was out, completing her divorce proceedings and moving her private belongings to her mother’s house. A week later, she was back with us, explaining what happened with the divorce and its registration with the city hall registry office. She was clearly relaxed to be again here, even if knowing what will happen.

I was perfectly quiet, concerned with her ending marital pangs, talking and answering as usual, helping to set the table up while they were preparing the dishes, chatting or taking care of the baby. The dinners were very pleasant and discussions lasted quite long during the nights. Until one day, they said they were taking a bath. (no bad ideas please, learn what is bath time for japaneses). I smiled my agreement with a so unusual angelic face that Kanachan expression became unsure.

They walked in the changing room, then to the bathroom itself, chating non stop as I could hear from where I was. After five minutes waiting, I went to the changing room, took away all their clothes and changes then opened a drawer, took out the two pairs of cuffs I had bought and waited.

I was hearing their voices : Yooki’s high pitched, Kanako’s a bit hoarse with splashes of water in between. Then voices only, they were in the tub, relaxing in the hot water. They’ll get out in about half an hour, after that, it will be my turn… to play.

When howlings reached my hears, I knew it was time. They rushed out the bath area, wrapped in towels, discussing, asking for, even ordering to have their rags back. I stood up and within 5 or 6 seconds ; their wrists were cuffed leaving them standing side by side and, in the move, swiftly, took away the towels.

I like naked women,

I liked them then, more, they were completely unsettled, I loved it a lot. The claims cooled down ; they sufficiently knew me, something was to happen. No real happening in fact at that very time, just pushing them to sit on the sofa, testing their furs with a soft, delicate, not intrusive hands. I just stood and took from a stage my shaving cream, razor and after-shave lotion…

Protests or not had no influence, I made both of them « clean », as they had been in previous experiences, they talked and claimed but stayed still to avoid any unfortunate cut in their such precious places. They were perfect,  with their legs wide spreaded. I took the opportunity to lock the other cuffs on their ankles.

Really side by side, they had no choice and complaining was not to have any hope, they knew but they tried. They tried in any way possible from threat, tears, with blackmail, caress, smiles and kicking in the middle. I stood up, looked at them, smiled, went to a drawer, took two envelopes, wrote our address on one and said, while dropping a key in each, « I give you two chance to free yourself : one envelope will be in our mail box in the lobby of this building, the other, I am going to post is as registered letter that will be delivered to you in three days against a discharge to sign ». I put my shoes and left them alone and stunned.

Back 40 minutes later from the post office with the paper prooving a letter was sent : « Now my beauties, you either go to pick the key in the lobby of the condominium or wait for the postman ».

I burst in laugh. « And the dice will roll, perhaps ! »

They did not dared to go down to the mail box and played dead when the bell rang on following monday morning. In all, it lasted eight days. eight days during which I was busier than usual : my job, the grocery : meat, bread, rice, fish, cans, cooking on the evening, bath with the baby (18 months, it was not so hard), but for the  baby food the subs refused my cooperation. During the day, they were sole in charge, improving with time their hability to move and walk as one body.

They knew each other since school time, went to travel together, went to onsen many time and shared the public bath. Nudity was not a problem, but this time, they had not any second of privacy. During those eight days, I watched them giving up all pride and losing all sense of modesty (that was already very low at least with me). Linked together, permanently nude together, no privacy at all, taking the bath together, washing the unreachable parts of the other, going to the toilets with the other, helping the other even for it. And it lasted eight days non stop. I saw them pass from revolt to abnegation, then to acceptance and then, reach pure habit.

On the morning of the last day, a Saturday, I prepared the breakfast. I finished first, my moves not being impaired at all, and put a key on the table.

Unbelievable ! They took the key and freed themselves only seven hours later. After that, I rolled the dice and visited Kanako while Yooki was pleasing herself without any restraint.

I knew they were ready for something different and went ahead.

Rope

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After the end of that cuffed week, all three of us passed 10 or 12 days discussing about what happened. As both Yooki and me started our periods, Rope, who is not a blood lover, took some distances : sometime discussing at home, otherwise visiting the Yoake Club, returning before midnight except once when he arrived by 3 or 4 when we were deep sleeping.

We were free, but I knew, we knew that He had something else in mind. Perhaps the fact that I started my period just on the following Monday and Yooki two days later resulted in a very quiet time allowing to talk, just Tampax strings hanging between our thighs.

So difficult to move, we had to learn to coordinate the smallest of our actions, moving, eating, drinking, anything required us to be one, not two separate individuals.

If at the begining, we considered the situation as completely crazy and appaling, time passing made it more acceptable in some ways. On the first night, we had the impulse to go to the mail box on the basement while Rope was sleeping, we opened the door of the flat, but Yooki withdrew inside as a next door neighbour was just arriving. And it was already 2 in the morning. We gave up and did not tried twice. When the door bell ringed the next day, we did not dare to answer (looking through the eyelid if whe could move sufficiently fast).

The baby girl was also an important subject in our talks. One day He remarked that the girl was moving on all four faster than the grown women. That was perfecly true, no need of movements coordination for her, but un our case we had to communicate or feel the start of the move in way to coordinate. True for both chained hands and feet, but worse for feet, walk was an ordeal : always fearing to fall, walk like dogs was easier and was for sure a pleasure for Him to see. But the reverse was also true when He was bathing the baby, we had a lot of fun, calling him MaMaster. When He was at home preparing the baby bottle as Yooki was not breast feeding sufficiently, we were having the girl on our laps, sucking mama, or playing with me, while waiting the bottle.

One day, she was hungry, her mother production unsufficient, she turned to me and started to suck my nipple.

Rope, laughing, said :  « we are a big family »

It happened again several times even after we were freed and it gave me the strong desire to have myself a baby.

I never said anything, but He understood faster than Yooki what I had in mind.

Shame came from the absolute lack of privacy. Yooki and me were used to be naked, but then our shame reached what we thought to be a culminating summit. It was horrific during the early days, having to do what the other couldn’t, in particular clean the other on our « out of reach » body parts with our really usable hand, in my case my left one. Pee and shit was a performance that none of us appreciated at all ; Rope included, but our self degradation was so pleasing to Him beyond all limits. « Self » because He never asked for anything, but He arranged everything in a way not leaving us other choices. Some days later, something else, a little bit more forceful happened.

Kanako

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We had no choice, but he did not pushed us in any way it is why I was so deeply ashamed of myself. I did not say no, nor Kanako either. Ashamed of what we had to do also of course, but it was secondary, and He confirmed it later when we talked about that week long sequence.

He had an absolute mental advantage on Kanako and me, impossible to say no from our side. Should we had said so, I am sure He would have stopped, but our life would have sharply changed, what I did not wanted.

Yooki

Greeting Cards

We are now writing our Christmas and New Year greeting cards for this year and it remember me the end of 1990 when we were sending our best wishes to a dozen of couples we knew well, very well, so well, having sex together when we could meet.

Some cards were going to Japan, Kanako and our Doctor included, one to Italy for Francesco and his wife, the others to France, in particular for Georges and Marie and also Robert and Christiane.

The writings were either by Rope or me. He signed all, but my sign was a tuft of my pubic hairs sticked at the bottom of the cards.

Since our moving from Tokyo to France, hairs had grown again and Rope suggested to wait December for the harvest.

But after that I never sent such signed letters because he offered me as Christmas present a year (every two months) pulsed light depilation treatment which is awfully efficient on dark hairs.

Yooki

Steps from nothing to crazy love

1969 Amami Oshima

My first time was when I was 19, it was almost an accident. With my brothers and friends of ours we were spending some relaxing days after the coming of age ceremony.

Camping under our individual tents replaced the expensive hotels room fees , my family could have paid, but it was unaffordable for some of our friends. Feeling of freedom, without control, it was perfect ?

The day on the beach sharing time between swimming in the ocean and listening The Beatles and others from our transistors radio sets on the sand : eating, drinking, sleeping at night while earing the rythm of the waves nearby.

The last night before boarding the ship back to Tokyo, we made a fire on the beach and started to drink the bottles of joshu we bought from a small shop near the public bath house. An hour later, I was seriously drunk, not being used to alcoholic beverages. One of the boys, himself more than « happy », proposed to help me back to the tents 200 yards away.

I do not remember how it occured, but I remember just a slight pain inside, a weight on me, then nothing else. On the morning I found myself laying on my sleeping bag, nude from the waist down and, when I packed my bag for the return, I discovered some blackened drops of blood on the bag.

Raped or not ? I do not know, but I thought that I was rid of that akward virginity. Clearly, I was not shocked at all, within 3 months I had become adult and woman.

Of course, I talked of all of this with Kanako who recommanded me to pay attention to my periods, a baby not being welcome in such a case.

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1973 Tokyo Roppongi

After such a start, I remained without any problem without sex during more than four years, until I went clubbing in Roppongi with old girls friends from high school time.

On the dancing floor, I bumped in a young man who was moving a bit too much. Tons of apologies and he joined us a tour table. Not bad looking at all, he attracted my attention as I seemed to attract his.

My friends decided to leave around midnight, I left with him an hour later, not for home but for a love hotel nearby. Not the crazy delight that Kanako described, but a not unpleasant feeling only.

We re-did three times during the following months. It was very mechanical : each time he rushed to the comdom distributor, striped, telling me to do so (« put you at ease’ was his word for it), me laying on my back, he introduced his penis in my vagina, moved back and forth more or less five minutes, tightened some seconds while his sex was hoping and all was over. Frustrating, leaving me on the verge of something unknown.

I stopped clubing, sparing money for a dream I had : visit Europe.

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In 1974, I went to England and Scotland, scotish people were better welcomers than british ones, by far.

1975, first visit in France, I remained two weeks in Grenoble, treking in the surrounding mountains and appreciating local cuisine, cheeses and wines.

1976, end of July, a Saturday before boarding my Japan Airlines flight to Tokyo on the following monday. the friend I was travelling with met a japanese girl living in Paris. An hour later, two french men joined us : that girl’s boy friend and an older one around 40 (my imagination played trick, he was 28 in fact, but it was mutual as he thought I was 18 or 20, but I was 27). That day, the « old » man arranged some visits in places unknown of tourists and with his comments made the places become alive. By PM 6 :30  we decided it was time to find a restaurant for dinner, again « He » suggested we go to a small place he knew near Place de l’Etoile, good, pleasant and not expensive. I had no time to exclaim, we were already packing in his car ; fifteen minutes later we entered « L’Etoile Verte »

The shop was simple, food delicious and purely french, service friendly, feeling so popular like many like places in Tokyo and the wine was soooo good. For the price, I was again out of myself and I even did not noticed when he paid. On the door step, it was clear that (to my absolute shame again) that I was not able to go on with them. I was not sleepy, not sick, just too inconciently happy. Again, He proposed to drive me to the student lodge where I was in Paris.

I remember a little what happened after : I asked him if he wanted to fuck me ; he said yes but when you will not be drunk ; I started a crying crisis ; « He » slapped my face and led me to the lodge leaving me with a « see you tomorrow morning if you want ».

That is how I met Rope the first time.

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The next day,  he knocked at my door around AM 9 :30, I was much better. I opened the door.

« good morning » then I wondered myself, saying : « I am not drunk this morning ! »

He smiled, his eyes connected to mines, « is it why you still are in your night dress ? »

Some seconds gap before I said yes.

I started to undo a first button ; he stopped my move : « I’ll do ! You don’t move ! »

It was crazy for me, feeling back like more than a century ago in Japan, women having to bend… and he was not japanese at all, just speaking the language in a childish way, but saying all what he wanted with short exact phrases. Not forced at all, but I felt I must (that time and the many years following the same)

He stripped me slowly, without averting my anguished gaze. The top first, uncovering my missing breast, then the trousers and panty. He then moved around me to have a look. I was ashames, so ashamed that I tried to hide my almost flat breast and my pubic bush. He smiled again to me and gently but firmly, taking my wrists, forced me to put my hands on my head. Blushing ? I was sure I was turning bright red, his widening smile saying so.

He was turning around me slowly, without comments, just his fingers grazing my skin here and there. I became almost crazy in that situation, wanting it to stop and wanting to feel it more. Him on my back, his hands taking care of my nipples instead of my almost absent breasts : fingers touching,

He was now on my back and I was hearing the sound of him putting his clothes off. Hands back on my chest, his body in contact of his body in particular someting hard on the small of my back. Moving around me, he grasped my pubic hairs and, with a smile, pulled me toward the bed. I was completely taken aback.

On the bed, I sat and had full view on his manshaft and full body. Looking that way, he was « average » on every field but two : his face with his dark blue eyes and his sardonic smile, then his penis, not as long as I thought, but thick, much more than my poor experience allowed me to imagine. I was crazy, I wanted him in me and I had, I was really crazy and I am still crazy.

He pushed me and I laid on my back. He checked with his thumb my private parts, then positioning his penis he started to push, diving inside slowly but surely. Feeling the walls of my vagina pushed apart made me so tense that I could not bring my pleasure to its end. He did not commented, but for sure I was full. He just laid on me, moved one of my legs, turned on his back without withdrawing. I was now riding him impaled on his sex. « Take your time, move as you wish ! »

I had never been in such situation, I started to move adjusting the pose to the most sentitive position.

« Don’t worry, I may last long. Your pleasure first. » All of this said with his unsettling smile. I found a tempo and orientation that aroused me more and more. When he saw it, he raised his hands and started to pinch my nipples, a mix of mild pain and unsure pleasure took control of my chest, then dropped down to my sex, from then each of my up and down move triggered waves of an increasing pleasure until something unknown exploded and I fell on his chest with a growl.

« You had a very nice orgasm, pleasant to see » said he while starting to move himself, « Now it’s my turn ». He was still as thick and rigid as when he invaded my vagina, he had not yet emitted his semen that second time. Echoes of pleasure started to resonate again in my vulva and I had another peak of pleasure when I felt the contraction of his penis spating his sperm in me.

We remained long minutes without moving, what brought me back to life was me saying : « Oh no ! Remain inside. » when I felt his sex, losing strengh and rigidity. He burst in laugh « Don’t you feel it is time to eat something now. Need to refill the batteries » Looking my watch, it was already near to PM 2 :00… so long and I was hungry.

I stood up and walked toward the bathroom when he said « No ! Just put on a skirt and a top. » « But… »

« You don’t need. I say no… and no such granma oldish panty… »

I looked down and took the said clothes out of my luggage.

Some hundreds meters only on the pavement to reach the « Bistrot » near the Sorbonne, I was awfully ashamed, every one around me seeming aware of my nudity and of the juice, his certainly mine also perhaps, drooling from my lower lips. Ashame but I was also strongly feeling my pubic zone tightening and reacting to my lesser moves.

I chose a big french salad with green, cheese, onion and ham, while he ordered two sandwiches each half a baguette : bread-butter-ham-pickles and bread-camembert. How could he swallows such volume ?

His answer was ; «Need to rebuild my  reserves » then he laughed again, « I allow you a « demi » (a small beer) nothing more ». In the meantime, I was blushing, feeling the cold of the stain on my skirt under me, And I blushed much more when my travel friend appeared and came to greet us, I was sure she could see through and knew everything I wanted to keep secret. He was relax joked with her, invited her with us and she said she was going to visit Notre Dame then be ready for tomorrow departure.

On the way back to the lodge, this time I was absolutely sure that the passer-by could see the
stain on my skirt. Arrived in my room, take the skirt off was the first action I rushed to do.

When I faced him again, he was already naked seated on the bed looking at me with interest : « Come here ! ». His sex was hanging, far from the branch of the morning. « Suck it ! Raise me up ! »

I was taken aback : « But I cannot, that is a prostitute’s practice… »

Enormous laugh, followed by : « You are really innocent, if you beleive… oh so wrong. Anyway there is a whore sleeping in every woman. Be my whore, I’ll teach you ! »

I reluctantly knelt between his legs.

« Don’t worry, it’ll be all benefit for you and it is good to learn new things. » He was smiling.

« Start by the balls… Lick ! Lightly ! … Yes, like this… You may use your hand too, you know ? … »

I was not completely in the mood, but I remarked some change in the texture of his balls.

« Now with your tongue, move slowly up the shaft »

The shaft was still flacid but had gained some volume back, the foreskin still covering the head of is tool.

Some minutes later, the glans started to show. « Now take the tip between your lips. Take care with tour teeth ! Move slowly, Use your tongue also. Now up and down… »

I could feel his penis becoming bigger and bigger in my mouth, moves were limited and I had to take it out to breath better.

He laid on his back. « Go on sucking but come on me, I’ll take care of your cunt in the same way. »

He started to lick my private parts and in few minutes, it was so, it was soo, it was soooo, that I plunged again on his sex without thinking anything. I don’t know if what I felt was an orgasm, but i twas so strong. He was still standing in front of my eyes. I heard his voice : «So leaking ! You are a good whore (he used a japanese word much worse than whore or prostitute) »

He moved, I moved too but I remained so moved that I remained lying, waiting for more.

I had so many first times with him that day, I really wanted more.

More ? I had, yes, oh yessss I had!

He made me raise on all fours and without any warning pushed his big sex in mine. I had a sudden flash of pleasure in my vagina, soon away, and back again and again, light when withdrawing, brutal when entering. I was running crazy but he ordered me to rub my clitoris at the same time. One hand on my pearl, him ramming as a machine, I felt face on the blanket, with both my hand taking charge of  My pleasure. That orgasm was much stronger thant the previous, I growled again, I shouted, I cried, I don’t remember (he tells me I did everything at the same time)

I felt incouncious somewhere at that time. I woke up by PM 5 hearing someone knocking at the door.

He was sleeping against my back, with… a finger up my vagina.

He woke up too soon after and said : « I like a lot my little whore »

He was coming In Tokyo one month later, we exchanged addresses and phones. That day was the very beginning of a slippery slope that lasted for years.

Life Starting

Tokyo 1965 July or August – Now (almost to now)

BEFORE

I was with Yooki in the Juntoku Girls School for now some non stop 8 years. A very strict school preparing us to the world in a traditional way. We were not closed in walls, but closed in rules, preparing ourselves for our traditional place in society in every fields.

I finished my studies there, but when I was 16, I met during the school spring closure an american man, much, much taller than me and more than twice my age : a pilot of the USAF, so strong, so handsom that I felt in love with him and I had not to exhaust myself to convince him to make a woman of me. His family was still in Colorado Springs and he was to spend years (excepting his rotating months of release) in Japan. I became his regular girlfriend, at least when I was not at school. I learnt many things with him, but, if I except english language and sex, nothing really useful to survive and live in Japan. But I kept our meetings as total secret as if it was known, I would certainly be expelled from the Juntoku school: an absolute lost face for my mother. The only one with who I needed to share everything was Yooki.

With Yooki, I could exchange everything, there were no leaks at all. I was a « woman » now, but her, she was not yet. I said everything, in the smalest detail, what he did, what I did, what I felt, what I thought, everything ! It was such an event for me that I wanted Yooki to share, I was in love !

Weeks, months, time passing, I started to feel I needed more than his manhood in my vagina, at least something less repetitive than me spreading my thighs to receive the weight of his body on me.

As far as I know men now almost 50 years later, he was completely limited, not by his penis which was of a respectable size, but by his moral and beliefs. I was new at sex and I knew better than him what my body wanted. I loved him but… after days of childish requests, of sulky face, of pleas, my pilot accepted to lay on the bed while I was riding him. In that position he felt unstable, but I was controling my pleasure and his. After that he did not claimed when I took the lead.

My exchanges with Yooki turned to become sexual education at that time. She used it, I am not sure, but only five or six years later. She told me, at that time, how she was deeply disappointed for her « first time », compared to all what I had described.

At the end of high school, I did not entered the university like Yooki did, and started to work in my mother’s small bar where my knowledge of  the english language was appreciated by the foreign clients, a good thing. I met less Yooki only once or twice a week, but I had more time with him when he was not on duty.

But heaven had limits, my man received a new posting first in the US for overall strategic study purpose, then to Europe. He informed me as softly he could, but it was like an earthquake for me.

I was not yet 20 and I thought my life ending.

Of course, my mother was aware of « something », a boy friend maybe, but when the end arrived, I couldn’t hide anything and said all what happened during the last 3 years and half.

The only comment I remind from that time was my mother saying : « You are the only good thing that your father gave me ! »

During the following 12 years, I had no real relations with men. Some quick moves to a bed in some opportunities, but so unsatisfying that I threw them away very quickly. When I say unsatisfying, I mean emotional as well as physical. I was not in love and their sex was smaller than what I was dreaming or they did not used it well in my view. When I had a really strong need, my fingers could supply even imperfectly.

Yooki was now working as accountant in her father’s company; busy but no more than I was with my mother; we had time to meet, talk, and share about fashion, our lives and our loves if we can call as loves our boyfriends of that time.

In 1976, she went touring France for the second time. She met a Frenchman that she thought wrongly much older than her, he was “Rope”, but under his real name and appearance: funny, quick minded, nice and speaking Japanese. Yooki was sure he was already married with two or more children.

She was wrong for the time being; 3 years later they married, had 2 babies, He learnt in 1982 he was the father of a very healthy franco-korean boy born early 1979. Not to speak of my son, later.

Yooki talked a lot about him: his letters, his phone calls; his Japanese language improving month after month. I met him for the first time late july 1978. He was not among the most handsome men, but he had and still has a very strong and fascinating personality impossible to avoid when he looked straight at you while talking with a soft voice. Soft with us, but he was able to talk to crowds without any mike. Everything in him was perplexing, showing a very complex personality with always changing sides moving between extremes. I learnt later that I was wrong; what I was seeing was what he wanted me, Yooki and others to see. The real thing is that Rope moves non-stop forward toward a target, any nuance is purely tactical and what he wants to obtain never changes. What I say here is the result of more than 35 years of relations with him. And I do not mean at all he lacked of love or hate, at the contrary he is full of both! I think the avatar he chose for himself later is perfectly true and representative: a T-Rex.

Until their wedding in September 1979, and after, I communicated a lot with Yooki, really disapproving what I felt to be far away from normal, acceptable, moral relations, but, anyway, I was her witness when they married during 1979 autumn.

Yooki was talking of rope, of pleasurable humiliation, of pain, of sex activities having nothing in common with what I had experienced years ago. I was out of subject for sure and I tried constantly to have her return to more socially acceptable and less risky activities.

In 1980, pushed by my mother and other members of my family, it was my turn and I made an arranged wedding, like more or less 70% of the marriages in Japan at that time. Security is still considered as having more value than love for a woman. I was 32 and single and a heavily pregnant Yooki was my witness.

No problem during our honey moon and the first 4 months, but gradually, he returned to some old habits: work until midnight or later (I could understand, but not happily); bars with colleagues or clients (I hated when he came back home drunk and violent); soapland (I was disgusted when he wanted to have sex with me when he had on him that smell of cheap massage soap). Less than a year later, I exploded and went to meet Yooki and Rope at their home… that changed almost everything in my life.

THEREFORE…

What I had heard about Yooki’s relations with Rope, was nearly revolting for me : I was imagining she had no human value in their mariage. But, she was the only person I could talk with in my distress, Rope was present. Yooki was compassionate and understanding ; He was actively trying to help, but also luring me in what I thought to be a trap. In spite of it, I started to rely more and more on him and was dragged in their whirl. When he proposed the use of the dice, I already put away my critics and opposed no real resistance. My last sign of a possible revolt was when I was so deadly ashamed after the Doctor Hideki came. After that I had no more impulse to fight,

Rope was in contact with a swing club : The Orange People (オレンジイピープル), having a monthly magazine 250 pages thick, and He was eliminating the « too far away from we were », « too swap only like », « too sex only » and « too mild » types. From the selection, we had to discuss, but our choice (Yooki’s and mine) was only taken in account once… and it became an absolute ridiculous failure. After that, we had only the right to comment ; to be true, Rope was almost correct in His choices, His main criterias being : group, bondage, humiliation, pain and sex were not forbidden but not  compulsory and each time « He » fixed the limits, never Yooki nor me.

He was so different from the sadist I was picturing. Of course he was total dominant imposing his will, but also so caring with us. What made me unstable, unsure, were his unpredictable moves. At home or outside it was impossible to relax when he was with us. I learnt to love such a permanent uncertainty.

I was now far from my view of Him making a slave of Yooki. It was this but not only, now very clear because both of us were treated in the same way when I came, I was a slave too in a way but not so slave at all, I loved it and I came as often as I could. In a very short time I had been drowned in their perverted lifestyle and I loved it. Treated with much more care than by my previous husband, but becoming only a thing without transition. Kindness and delicacy, hard control and humiliation, I loved it !

For sure it was not that easy, sometime I was reluctant as Yooki was, but in most of the purposes we nodded and did not regret our sometime pushed acceptance.

In the meantime, I restarted to work, this time in my mother’s coffee shop and moved out from the appartment rented by my ex-husband, sharing my time between my family house and Yooki’s.

Our mutual love is still active in spite of the distance between Japan and France, and my new husband (friend of Rope) and my girlfriend are not hurdles for it.

Kanako

An innocent first strip-tease (part 2)

Continuation

After stripping, posing.
The camera is unsettling, 

Awkward presence, erratic moves, concious of displaying what she learnt not to display.

Now, nipples and the small  arrow of long pubic hairs in view, not easy to relax

But it came with time

and jokes

And ... a stiff whisky... it helped a lot

After that I had to choose to take care of Yooki or to 

take care of the EDIXA.

Strange ther's no more pics after that....

Whers was the photographer?