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
