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Unexpected Encounters

This is, of course, fiction. Everyone is pretty, everyone has time, money and energy above normal, and no one gets STDs. Accept that and enjoy the story for what it is.

This is a romance at heart, but it does have some light BDSM and group sex in it. If this isn't your thing move on to the next excellent story here, and if you choose to stay I hope you enjoy it.

Also, I haven't included the use of safewords in the story but I encourage you to use them if you are playing in real life.

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I returned to the room in the beautiful old ryokan I was staying in. I slid back the screen to find a beauty kneeling, head down, yukata gaping to display a puckered nipple. I sat down opposite and after a long minute she poured tea for both of us. We drank slowly and quietly, and after the cups were empty she rose, turned and walked towards the futon. The yukata slipped to the floor, and at the same time she coyly glanced over her shoulder, a quick flutter of her eyelashes all the invitation I needed.

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I was enjoying a quiet drink in my hotel after a hard day of temple visits in Kyoto. Staring out the window I became aware of a blond girl in my peripheral vision. As I turned the waiter delivered her drink, and after a polite thank you to the waiter, she raised her glass and toasted me. "Kampai" I replied. We started to chat, and I learned Sarah came from Melbourne, and was on the last night of a business trip. After a second drink Sarah said she had to go. We exchanged numbers and she wandered away from the bar towards the lifts.

When I returned to Melbourne the following week I rang Sarah. After work on Friday we met to attend a gallery opening. Sarah could only stay for a short while, but while we looked at the work of the latest wunderkind I admired her shapely legs in slightly too high heels and a slightly too short skirt, her blouse buttons undone to provide a flash of lacy bra, and lastly her sparkling, questioning eyes.

We met for lunch the next day and talked further, this time with a level of erotic tension. She was casually dressed but exuded an air of erotic heat that I found quite desirable. Sarah told me she thought about fucking me in Kyoto but that it would have been a one night stand, and that there was potential for more now if I was up for it. Being unattached and in the company of a sexy woman I was ready to play, even though Sarah explained that she had certain needs and tastes that some men found difficult. The previous night she had left early because she had a man coming over to her place.

We finished lunch, and half an hour later I was naked and shaving my cock and balls in preparation for meeting Mistress Sarah. This wasn't my first experience with BDSM but the clumsy fumbles with a girl at university did not have the same feel, even before anything really happened. I knelt in preparation for her entry, and quite sensibly I thought, kept my head down until I was instructed to look up. Sarah had transformed from jeans and a comfy shirt into a classic dominatrix, strutting knee high boots, high cut panties, leather waistcoat and carrying a riding crop and carrying a bag of experiences for me. I received six because she felt like it and then she pulled a cock harness from her bag. Having entwined me in leather strips she decided to add a small butt plug, my first time for this. She was quite gentle, but did warn me that it probably wouldn't be the last time or the smallest I would experience.

My cock strained at the harness as Sarah blindfolded me and told me to lie on my back. As I lay there Sarah told me to do a good job and I would be rewarded. I wasn't sure what she meant until her pungent pussy, free from the panties, skipped across my lips. Suitably warned I proceeded to lavish attention upon her, bringing her a shuddering climax after several minutes. She demanded more and used the crop across my body. She pulled off and rearranged us so that she was now on her back and I was on hands and knees. While I ministered further treatment to her engorged clit she worked my back over with the crop. I knew I had succeeded when she scissored her legs about me and we rolled together, my face pressed against her until her climax receded.

While we lay there catching our breath Sarah explained that she liked playing like this but that she wasn't looking for permanency. If I didn't mind her playing with others, and being her sex slave sometimes when we met, we could have a lot of fun together. "It's all about sex," she continued, explaining that she liked to conduct a wide-ranging cultural and social life as well. I was quite happy to goo along with this, figuring that if something was likely to start it would but there was no point forcing a relationship beyond this.

Sarah removed the blindfold, revealing herself wearing a t-shirt and the black panties. She removed the butt plug and the cock harness, and offered me a hand job to finish the session with. While disappointed I relished the idea of a slow discovery of body and quirks, and I accepted. After applying some lube Sarah worked the shaft and the head while she told me, in quite filthy language, about the threesome she had last weekend. She had picked up a couple in a bar and had anal fucked the boy while he ate out his girlfriend. Sarah then changed the condom and fucked the girlfriend while the boy looked on, having had his request for a blowjob denied. Sarah then told me how she masturbated, legs spread wide, while the girl rode the boy to a standstill and then demanded that he eat her creampie. I came as she inserted the second finger into my anus.

Sarah invited me to stay for afternoon tea. After a shower I joined Sarah in her beautifully decorated living room. She was now dressed in a red shirt and a white cashmere jumper through which I could make out the shape of her unencumbered breasts, nipples evident. Did she like to tease all the time? The phone rang and I was the informed that Mizuki, a friend of Sarah's was coming over, and they were going to an exhibition opening. Sarah told me it was time to leave. The invitation was only for +1. I wanted to stay but accepted that I had to leave and wait for the phone call.

A week later Sarah called and we met for lunch again. Over pasta she regaled me with the story of how they had had a few too many drinks and stumbled into bed when they returned to Sarah's. The next morning, after a light breakfast Sarah and Mizuki had sunbathed, Sarah naked and Mikuki topless, before Sarah had talked Mizuki into a session with another of her male sex toys. Mizuki had watched as Sarah bound Tony to a bench in her playroom, harnessed and clamped him and fucked him. Mizuki had fingered herself inside her panties while Sarah moved from face to cock and back to face. This talk got us both horny, and I soon found myself back at Sarah's, this time wide eyed and in the playroom. She entered naked. She applied a different cock restraint, a band around my scrotum and a tight band underneath the head of my cock, and I was soon very hard. She applied nipple clamps, a new experience in pain for me, and proceeded to ride me with all her might, coming rapidly. Sarah remained on my cock and as I reached my climax she removed the clamps, the new pain searing as I filled her hungry cunt. We moved to a sort of throne where I knelt and ate from her red and engorged pussy, pushing the matted hair aside. Again she encouraged another orgasm from my tongue by using a cat on my back and up between my legs, and I was happy to oblige.

Later, as we shared a bath I expressed my opinion that Mizuki's joining Sarah's session seemed out of character. I was judging more from what I had been told than any deep knowledge of her character. Mizuki sounded shy and demure, though the idea that she occasionally slept with Sarah should have suggested that she might be wilder than I thought, or was expanding her horizons. I posed this to Sarah, who filled me in. Mizuki, now in her late 20s, had grown up totally in Japan in a large and wealthy, and quite protective, family. As a way of stretching herself after university she had done some modelling and joined an airline as a cabin attendant. Sarah had met Mizuki at a gallery in Tokyo, and upon discovering that Mizuki sometimes travelled to Melbourne, had invited her to catch up on the next visit. There had been a series of lunches, dinners, drinks, and most surprisingly a series of sexual encounters that included sweet slow love with Sarah by candlelight, and voyeuristic involvement in female domination. Sarah told me that Mizuki loved dressing the part, and often masturbated furiously, but other than that she observed rather than actively participated, though she had once applied nipple clamps and used the riding crop on a slave, at Sarah's behest. I also gathered that this had pushed Mizuki to stop the sexual side of the friendship and to concentrate enjoying art and food.

After a nice dinner of seafood and a bottle of crisp sauvignon blanc at a local restaurant we returned to Sarah's house. To a soundtrack of soft jazz we curled around each other on the couch. Eventually my fingers drifted south, and finding Sarah's cunt was wet, I started fingering her, thumb circling her clitoris. After several minutes she gently moved my hand away. We rose and moved to her bedroom. In the dark we undressed each other, tongues and hands slithering over exposed flesh until we were naked. Sarah sank onto the bed, inviting me to enter her missionary. We moved sinuously together, making love rather than having the sex we had when Sarah was being dominant. This was a beautiful, romantic night but was also one that was destined not to be repeated. Over toast and coffee the next morning, Sarah was unsentimental, thanking me for a lovely evening but stating that her preferred encounter with me was as a dominant, without any strings. She also told me she was travelling for a month, but that Mizuki was visiting in a fortnight, and asked me if I would mind spending some time with her. The chance to get to know more about Mizuki was welcome, though I had no real expectations. I could see no reason why she would be interested in me, but I was happy to meet her.

I sat in the restaurant waiting. Ten minutes later a tallish girl, dressed in a coat, red knit dress and knee high suede boots, whirled through the tables and sat before me. Her hair was pushed back in a ponytail, exposing a classical beautiful face, with eyes that shone like jewels. Mizuki looked a vision and we got on famously as the oysters, chicken and pudding passed by, all lubricated with a really nice bottle of white. While we had a coffee I asked her if I could see her again. After I poured Mizuki into a taxi I walked home, enjoying the feeling of a great night. I looked forward to the next day, a gallery opening and another meal. Another great meal spent admiring Mizuki, this time in a floral sundress in a floral sundress. We talked more about life and what we wanted, and at the end of the meal Mizuki told me that she found me interesting, but that we needed to take things slowly. She didn't object to me having sex with Sarah but she was emphatic that she would not join in. There was a chance that we would have sex, but not yet. Mizuki had to return to Japan and continue work, and so would not be around for about four weeks.

Sarah had been back for a couple of weeks, but apart from a couple of quick phone calls, there had been no contact. Then one morning I received a text: "naked and kneeling today one pm. and be hard". I was, and I managed not to glance up as I heard a jangling entry to the dungeon. "All fours" was the command duly obeyed. The scratch of pubic hair on my back was swiftly followed by the swack of a crop on my bottom and the threat of spurs being used. I took off as best I could, transporting Sarah around the playroom more times than I could count till I worked up quite a sweat. After I was told to stop Sarah strapped a combination gag/dildo to my face, a sort of mocking bit. I had two inches of rubber in my mouth, and there were six inches for Sarah's pleasure. She then moved to a couch and invited me over to service her wet cunt. I nuzzled in after sneaking a brief glace at her clothing. Knee high boots equipped with spurs and a leather waistcoat, done up to cover her small breasts and puffy nipples. After a few minutes my efforts were further encouraged with the use of the crop. As she closed on her first orgasm the cold metal of the spurs scratched my back. Sarah orgasmed and set sights on the second, luckily for me achieved quickly. The crop and the spurs had done a job. After the gag/dildo was removed I complemented Sarah on her outfit. Just after she invited me to clean her boots with my tongue the buzzer went, indicating a visitor. Told to kneel I waited for Sarah to return. She led in another man, naked and a pierced nipple. As he wore a blindfold Sarah led him by the cock, which appeared to be several inches bigger than mine. Sarah tied him to the table and harnessed his cock with several straps, one around the shaft and one around the scrotum. Sarah approached and whispered "watch if you want - see what a huge cock looks like splitting me. Come with me!" and I did, exploding as she climaxed on this other slaves penis.

Mizuki let me know that she would have to stay in Japan longer than she had originally anticipated. Her father was unwell and she was needed to help her mother. She encouraged me to see Sarah if I wanted to, although she did hint that when she returned she would prefer that this would stop if I wanted to get to know her better. I replied that I was looking forward to seeing her soon and that I would be happy to talk about becoming closer, and that I appreciated her trust. I was playing a long game, and so was she. A little bit of fun in the short term couldn't hurt surely?

It was a few days later that Mizuki rang me with very bad news. Her father had died, and she had familial obligations that required her to stay for a forty-nine day period of mourning. She assured me of her feelings, repeating her thoughts of the last call. We did not have a formal arrangement, but I did feel a bit guilty about continuing with Sarah, but I also felt that the journey with Sarah might be important to my future with Mizuki. I hoped that whatever I had with Mizuki would develop to a serious relationship, and maybe that having a femdom fling might get it out of my system. That was how I justified continuing to myself.

It was a couple of weeks of chastity until Sarah contacted me again.

This was an interesting one. We went out for a drink, Sarah looking like a domme to those who could see the signs. The five inch steel spike heels were the real giveaway, though the short leather skirt, and as I found later, the crotchless leather panties were also a bit of hint. The outfit was topped with a gauzy shit through which you could make out a black leather half-cup bra that just concealed her nipples. Seems it was a night for trying things, as I soon discovered. Sarah told me she had been shopping for toys, and had bought three new ones. She had assigned each a number. I was told to pick a number between one and three. I chose two.

When we returned to her house and I was naked, and after she divested herself of her outerwear, we descended to the playroom. On the bench were the three toys: a silicone cock ring and prostrate plug combination; a leather ball stretcher and cock ring; and chrome curved dildo with a ball on each end. There was also chrome butt plug, an old favourite of hers. My choice was the dildo, while Sarah picked the cock ring with the prostrate plug. Clearly I was wearing that, while the dildo seemed like it was for Sarah's pleasure. She lubed me up and fitted the cock ring, then tied me to the St Andrews Cross. She settled down in an armchair in the corner, dialled her phone, and started to speak. She told the person on the other end what we were doing, describing the fit of the harness and what she was going to do to me. As she more and more excited she rubbed her cunt with the dildo. Eventually she held herself open and pushed it in. Soon she was pistoning the dildo into her slick cunt while she talked on the phone. I could only surmise that it was a friend of hers from the scene. She came in a hurry and hung up. Sarah turned to me and smiled as she took a picture of the dildo buried in her pussy. I was anxious to bury my cock in Sarah, but she made me wait.

When she was ready Sarah removed her panties and bra and untied me. She fitted herself with the butt plug, and then bent herself across the bench. "Hard and fast" were the instructions. My cock slid in balls deep on the first thrust, and in no time I was exploding inside her, sending her soaring again. We removed the toys and moved to the shower. Once clean we went to bed, whispering about the session to each other. I told her I liked the jackpot quality of the selection, and watching her with the dildo but not knowing whom she spoke to created extra frission. No more sex that night, but rather descent into the deep sleep of the well fucked.

Things were busy for a few weeks, so I caught up with Sarah for coffee one Monday after work. We chatted casually for a bit before she said "I'm horny, feel like playing?"

"Sure," I replied, not sure what was coming.

Very soon I found myself naked and strapped to the bench in Sarah's basement. She wore heels to give her height, but nothing else. Sarah fitted me with a cock harness and then languidly stroked me until I was fully hard. She began to use a twisting motion, stretching and rolling me, till I was near coming. Abruptly she stopped, turned and walked away to the dresser on the wall. By turning my head fully I could just see her stepping into some form of harness. That usually meant something nasty for me, and I wasn't wrong. As she approached she was smearing lube all over the bulbous strap on cock she wore. Satisfied she moved again, returning with clothespins. As she worked her cock into me she simultaneously trashed talked my cock and applied the clothespins in lines across my chest. She found every soft part and made it an exquisite pain point.

Sarah tired of fucking me after awhile. She undid the harness and left it protruding from my stretched anus. "Time for afternoon tea" she invited, settling her engorged labia on my face. I worked my tongue in and around her folds, occasionally brushing her clitoris, eliciting a gasp of delight whenever it happened. As she moved to orgasm she twisted and tugged my cock, stopping every now and then to remove a clothespin. That hurt more than the application had. As she erupted into orgasm she tore the last clothespin off, and I surged on the endorphin rush and came as well. Sarah collapsed on me, thereby smearing my cum all over her as well as me. After catching her breath she removed the strap on and unbuckled me. We helped each other to the shower where we gently cleaned each other up.

After we had finished we chatted about many things, including having some new friends over on Saturday for dinner and would I like to join them? This surprised me a bit, but I was feeling game. I was under strict instructions not to cum between now and then. "Dress smart" was the concluding instruction. Later she had met her friend Kate at the toyshop, and she also told me she had been the phone a friend. Kate had been buying a corset, and the two had chatted about tools and techniques. Chat turned into lunch and the exchange of phone numbers. As it turned out Kate was to be quite an influence on my life.

Sarah met me at the door in a lacy black backless number, strappy heels and apparently no underwear. Her eyes sparkled and her nipples stood at full attention in excitement. Kate was a curvy brunette encased in an emerald green sheath that left little to the imagination, her feet held in high-heeled sandals with straps that sinuously twined up her legs. Craig, her companion, was tall and well shaped. After coffee Sarah drew me aside and told me to go with the flow. She didn't explain further but did say we could talk later if I wanted to.
Craig and I were sent to wait downstairs, naked and kneeling, waiting for the women. We were both given cock restraints to wear, an effort to get on given the level of tension in the air. Craig told me he had not come since the dinner had been planned, about a week before. He also had a larger cock than I did, so it must have caused him some discomfort to fit the harness, especially if Kate had been teasing him.

Craig and I knelt expectantly, not sure what to expect. The heat was on, and it became obvious why when the ladies arrived. After what seemed like forever Sarah entered first wearing only a collar and ankle boots, pubic hair removed and her torso sprinkled with body glitter. Kate followed dressed as a more traditional dominatrix, curves emphasised by a leather waspie, stiff nipples obvious in the buttery cups of halter neck bra. Her cunt was covered by a leather thong, cameltoe obvious with the excitement of the session to come. Her feet were encased in supple knee-high boots, heels the height of which must have been at least six inches. To complete the picture her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her lips were roughed. She wielded a crop.

First there was a round of nipple clamps. Craig ended up with heavy clover clamps, while Sarah applied bull nose clamps to me. Once the requisite pulling and teasing had been completed attention moved to the boots. I was ordered to lick Kate's boots while Craig started on Sarah's. After a couple of minutes Sarah stopped Craig and proceeded to secure him to the St Andrews Cross with his back to the room. Sarah worked him over while Kate trashed talked me as I worked on her boots. Craig was released, and we all stopped while a leather ball stretcher replaced his cock harness. Kate apparently used a bigger size than last time that brought a smile to her face and a grimace to Craig's. Craig bent to work on the boots while Sarah tied me up and went at me with the flogger and crop. After a dozen each she turned me around and worked on my nipples and balls with the crop. I made too much noise so a ball gag was added. Sarah finished her work and Kate decreed it time to have some fun.

Sarah was instructed to assume the doggie position, and Craig moved in and slid his erect cock straight in. He began pumping hard and soon he erupted within her. Kate thought it suitable that I was released to clean Sarah out. I went to work, my tongue searching into her cunt, and soon she orgasmed. Once Sarah relaxed I was reattached to the cross and the nipple clamps and gag were removed and replaced with a blindfold. A parachute was attached to my scrotum and some weights were attached. As I sagged on the cross someone gave me a couple of slaps on my nipples with a crop, causing spikes of pain. This was beyond anything Sarah had done to me before.

Kate told me that Sarah was washing her hands, and that while she was away Craig was undressing her. She promised a full commentary. Soon my head was full of imagined images of Kate having her bra removed, stepping out of her thong and having her plump and juicy labia spread by tongue and cock and dildo. The commentary was particularly graphic as Kate pushed down on the strap on cock Sarah wore while Craig worked over nipples and apparently fingered her anus. After several minutes there seemed to be orgasms, swiftly replaced by a grunting Craig, apparently being fucked by Kate wearing a thick eight inch dildo.

All went quiet and then the parachute was removed, my eyes were uncovered and I was released. Kate sat cross-legged in a diaphanous gown, large erect nipples apparent, while Sarah and Craig were naked and free of clamps and restraints, sweating after their exertions. I was offered the opportunity to lick Kate, and I chose to do it. The blindfold was reintroduced before I was pushed to my knees and towards and Kate's pussy. I began working hard at cleaning what seemed to be a bald pussy, once again having to eat a creampie. Kate came again and rolled off me. I waited a minute before removing the blindfold. The playroom was empty, and from upstairs I could hear the shower. In despair I quickly dressed and left Sarah's as quickly as I could.

The following morning, after a stinging shower, and as I slurped the last of my second coffee for the day, my phone buzzed with a text. "Meet me at 3. Bar Chaos." My reply was a terse "ok," because I knew I wanted to talk about it but I hadn't quite got over the anger yet. The cage was still there, compressing my cock, and I needed that dealt with as soon as possible.

In the fading light of the late afternoon Sarah released my cock, and took me gently in her mouth. Once I was hard she gently pushed me back onto the bed and lowered herself slowly onto me. She seemed a bit ginger, and she told me that she was a bit sore after last night. I actually did not care much, anxious to orgasm and take the pleasure denied last night. After a few minutes I surrendered to the moment, and we made slow, considered love, rather than having the sex we usually had. This might be the last time. Wanting to extend it a bit longer I sucked Sarah's puffy nipples to hard points, and then suggested that I eat her. This appealed, and soon I was gently lapping at her now bald cunt. She came in a small series of tremors, and as the last faded I moved up to gently slide in for the final release. Our lasted embrace ended with a chaste kiss.

We tidied ourselves up, and over a coffee, mutually decided that the end had been reached. Sarah was enjoying the recent harder sessions she had with Kate and a troop of willing male sex slaves. I had reached my natural limits, and although I quite liked a femdom relationship the level of intensity and pain, combined with an increased lack of affection in recent encounters, was enough. I had also come to my senses about Mizuki, and had decided to see where that would lead me. I wasn't saying no to femdom forever, but the romantic in me had emerged and demanded an airing.

I spent the next few days with my head down, catching up on work I had neglected for a bit. One morning, on my way back from a walk and a coffee, I found two parcels in my mailbox. One was a tightly wrapped small box, apparently from Japan, and the other a bubble wrap postbag. The postbag was not addressed, and contained an unmarked DVD. I put that aside for later and turned to the exquisitely wrapped parcel. After peeling off several layers I unearthed a "netsuke" in the design of a hare nestled in an antique wooden box. Netsuke are small carved sculptures, originally used as toggles for kimono robes. They are expensive and special, and this gift marked a turning point in my relationship with Mizuki. The hare could be read just as simply just a beautifully carved portrait of an animal, or with a more romantic or erotic meaning. By choice I read the additional meaning into it. The gift was special, but there seemed to be a promise attached as well.

After I finished the tasks for the day I turned to the DVD. Early on it was apparent that it was the session where I had suffered at the hands of Kate, Craig and Sarah. I don't know who sent it, and I have to admit to two orgasms as I watched, feeling a bit guilty but also enjoying the revelations of what was denied to my sight, and what happened after I left. I didn't see them in the shower but was able to openly see Sarah have an anal plug inserted and then tied up and flogged. Kate took the flogger to until her back glowed red. This seemed to warm Kate up, leading her to fuck Craig, stretching her engorged pussy around his rampant cock while her large breasts bounced rhythmically until she roared and gasped to orgasm, nipples tightened to crinkled nubs. Craig was yet to come, and proposed they double penetrate Sarah. The plug was removed and then Sarah, under instruction, impaled herself on Craig's penis, and was soon having her anus lubricated by Kate. This was eventually replaced by a six inch strap on wielded by Kate. Soon she was rapidly thrusting into Sarah, and not long after Craig exploded into Sarah. The final act of the night was Craig eating his creampie from Sarah while Kate, relieved of the fake cock, knelt and settled her pierced clitoris onto Sarah's face and rode till she came again. I came with her.

After I had cleaned myself up and assuaged my guilt I phoned Mizuki. I thanked her for the profound and generous gift of the netsuke. I also told her of the recent finish with Sarah. She sounded glad. We promised to keep in close contact, and spoke everyday until Mizuki managed to visit me. The relationship had deepened spiritually, but of course not physically.

When Mizuki let me know she would be coming to see me I organised an apartment for her to stay in. I reasoned that it might take a while to sort ourselves out, and I certainly did not want to put any pressure on Mizuki. I picked her up at the airport and dropped her at the apartment, promising to return to take her out to dinner.

The restaurant was smart and a little hip, good food and wine and discreet service. I had dressed smartly, but I faded into the background compared to Mizuki in her little black dress, strappy heels and hair piled into a bun. We ordered quickly and settled in to catch up. After the requisite small talk Mizuki moved to the main game. We were in a private section of the restaurant, which allowed a deep and personal conversation to take place, including an overview of my times with Sarah and Mizuki's recounting of her time in Japan with her family. The discussion of Sarah and me might seem strange, but we had both decided to lay it out ahead of whatever would be. I was surprised to find out that I was not the only one having sex while Mizuki was away. She had an affair with a waitress she met one night. She told me the girl's name was Harumi, but wouldn't say any more. I felt a little better about my times with Sarah. I knew Mizuki was attracted to Sarah because she had told me that earlier, and that was part of the reason why she had been in on some of the sessions. She had also wanted to stretch her boundaries. After a nice cheese plate and a syrupy dessert wine I took Mizuki back to her apartment, parting with a kiss that lingered just a little.

The following day we met again for a picnic lunch. Afternoon morphed into evening, and as the sun sank into the distant horizon we relaxed into each other. Chaste kisses became more fervent, tongues sinuously working together. As we rolled together on the rug I reached for Mizuki's thigh with the obvious intention of sliding my hand under her sundress in search of more. She gently but insistently removed my hand, telling me to be patient and trust her. Shortly after, claiming tiredness, Mizuki called an end to the picnic. I was a bit confused, not to say frustrated. All I could do was hope for more next time.

Several nights later we went to an early movie, followed by a supper at my place. After a few too many drinks I sent Mizuki to sleep in the guestroom while I retired to my room. A little later, as rain lashed the windows and a storm passed overhead Mizuki slid in beside me. We cuddled in the dark for a few minutes before Mizuki invited me to slid down and eat her pussy. As lightening flashed I caught a glimpse of her thick pubic hair. She had not worn panties, which I found interesting. I gently caressed the edges of her labia, slowly increasing the pressure and moving into her centre. Her clitoris stood proud as I worked around it. A gentle sucking, followed by some figure eight work, had her thighs clenching as she rode her orgasm till the very end. She pulled me up, suggesting in a whisper that I remove my underwear so she could work on my rock hard cock. As she rubbed, pulled and squeezed she whispered dirty thoughts to me, including a filthy fantasy centred on bending Sarah and me to her sexual will. She made several hot suggestions, including having Sarah and me act as slaves to a group of her Japanese girlfriends, and having Sarah complete a naked sex massage on her while I watched, tied to the chair and cock trussed in leather binding, unable to help or come. I could not help but erupt as Mizuki told me she wanted Sarah, butt plug inserted, to fuck my arse while Mizuki, wearing a gaping kimono, rode my face till she had several orgasms.

The following morning we talked again. I had thought Sarah was out of the picture, but maybe I was wrong. I did know that any further scenes with Sarah would only occur through Mizuki's choice and connection.

Later that day, relaxing by the pool and drinking cocktails, Mizuki told me about her sexual development. As a sixteen year old she had spent several weeks with a friend of the family at a country villa. The girls had walked, talked and bathed together. Late one night, under a full moon Mizuki and Eriko took it further, moving to kissing and fondling. It went no further but Mizuki's interest in girls had begun. At university Mizuki started to see men as well but no-one stood out as special. One unduly forceful relationship made her wary and protective of giving away her affection and her body. Mizuki had tried a few short relationships but it was not until she met Sarah that she was ready to expand her sexual experience.

We talked openly. Mizuki felt comfortable with her feelings and relationship with me. She told me she had seen the video with Sarah, Kate and Craig, and that she would have not have stayed because it looked more aggressive that she liked, but she did also admit to masturbating while watching late one night. Mizuki explained that a couple of things about that night excited her. She told me that watching me worked over with a crop with my nipples clamped got her hot enough to strip and lube a dildo to use on herself. It was as I was licking Kate that Mizuki pushed the dildo in to the hilt and worked her clit with moistened fingers until she came in a series of shuddering orgasms. Mizuki also explained to me that she may like, on occasion, to be dominant, and that sometimes she might like to involve other people. Based on the recent past I could not refuse her. She told me that she did not know how often and how long, and that she would talk to Sarah about tools and techniques, and particularly things that worked with me.

The sun had set by now. Mizuki went home to shower and dress. I picked her up from her apartment and took her to supper at a discreet fine dining restaurant. After a simple meal we shared cheese and a nice dessert wine. Worried that I had drunk too much to drive safely we took a taxi back to her apartment. The mood had been set, low light, soft jazz and two willing partners. Mizuki unclipped the halter of her dress and it slid to the floor, leaving her standing naked but for her jewellery and a pair of heels. I dropped to my knees and began to work at her cunt, noting that she had trimmed her hair to allow me to lick her labia more easily. I loved that she loved her bush, and also that she would change it for me to make my current task easier. Mizuki wanted to move to the bedroom. After she stepped back she told me to meet her naked and ready on the bed. I could not have moved faster in shedding my clothes, a trail leading to the pleasure zone. She soon arrived with a tube of lube and holding a pressure point beaded glans ring. Apparently the toy box had been started. She slipped the ring under the head of my cut cock. As she slipped and slid up and down, eyes closed head rolling back, my cock was having its own party. The ring increased sensitivity, heightening this experience. She told me to pull her nipples and I was happy to oblige. Her nubs became erect as I gently squeezed and tugged. As Mizuki came she sank until her pubic hair tickled the base of my shaft, breathing deep and fast. Her spasming vagina was enough to bring me to come inside her. I knew another creampie was coming. She rolled off me and, after removing the glans ring, invited me to feast on her once more. I worked to clean her. A few minutes after I finished she told me she wanted a hug. I turned the light off. In the jazz tinged dark we kissed and cuddled, tired but also alive to the possibilities of the future.

Life moved on. After a few months we decided to move in together. Soon we travelled to Japan so I could meet her family. We went through a stage where we had sex regularly but there was no kink and no other partners. This did not even enter our minds because we were so into each other. We did stay in touch with Sarah amongst our sets of friends but the contact was haphazard, discreet and non-sexual.

Mizuki wanted to show me some of Japan that I hadn't seen. We stayed at a remote house that belonged to friends of Mizuki's family. It had all the conveniences in a traditional setting. The highlight for us was the traditional bath. We soaped and rinsed each other and then plunged into the hot clear water. I lay on my back while Mizuki floated on top of me and I whispered sweet nothings in her ear. We walked during the day, bathed in the evening and fucked at night. Later we went on the balcony to look at the abundance of stars that tracked across the sky before we adjourned to the darkened room to offer fantasies in low voices. Two kept coming up for Mizuki. One was a visit to Mizuki's waitress friend Harumi, and the second was a threesome with Sarah, with Mizuki taking charge of the two of us. She had certainly been taking mental notes and was preparing to try some things out. She had morphed from a beautiful and shy young woman into someone who glowed with confidence while retaining her humility.

Once we returned to the bustle of Tokyo we started to think about returning to Australia and the work that waited. I had some serious catching up to do and Mizuki wanted to establish a shop that sold Japanese product and antiques to discerning buyers. This would keep alive her passions and allow regular trips to see the family. Before we left Tokyo we ventured into the neighbourhood Mizuki had stayed in when mourning her father. The family lived in Meguro, while she house sat an apartment in Shibuya for a friend, close to, but not with, the family. We headed for the bar where Mizuki had met Harumi. The place was jumping so Mizuki made a date for the next night with Harumi. This was our last night, and it looked like it might be a good one. Harumi was shorter than Mizuki, with larger breasts and an elfin face. She was clearly up for an adventure, but while we were getting to know each other Mizuki's phone rang. Her aunt had collapsed and it looked bad. Harumi left us to sort out the arrangements, with a promise from Mizuki that she would call when she could. I had to fly home the next day but I made sure that Mizuki was settled back in with the family. When I turned my phone on at the airport there was a message to call Mizuki. Her aunt had died, and the mourning ritual was starting. Mizuki was clearly upset so I told her I loved her and comforted her as best I could.

Seven weeks is a long time to be apart, so I gently suggested that if Harumi could help then Mizuki should take up with her for the time she would be in Japan, and that I hoped one day to share their particular feelings for each other. Mizuki invited me to find someone for myself, an offer I appreciated but was unlikely to take up. I wouldn't go to Sarah and most of the other women I had screwed were not right for the times. I had noticed a lady working in the florist who intrigued me, but who I didn't really know. I had met Alice buying flowers one night for the apartment and I had seen her a few times around the block. One morning I was having a coffee in a local café when a shadow fell across the paper I was reading. I looked up to see Alice there. I asked her to join me and we spent a pleasant half hour introducing each other. She was quite different from Mizuki but was also very attractive. Tall, blonde, shapelier than Mizuki, with an open face and a wicked sense of humour, as well as working in the florists, Alice also painted. We went to openings, had several dinners and drank a little too much a couple of times. She made a move one night that I rebuffed with great difficulty on my part. Somehow I managed to say no and keep Alice speaking to me.
I told Mizuki about Alice's advance, and that I turned it down. I believed that Mizuki might like Alice and that I would wait the short time until Mizuki rejoined me.

After we fought the airport queues and the traffic home we sank into a long passionate kiss. Mizuki pleaded for a reprieve, claiming tiredness after travel. I acceded, and after a long hot bath and a light meal we crashed in front of the television. Half an hour later she went to bed. However the next morning started with another long passionate kiss, progressed to oral both ways, followed by hard sex. The sight of my beautiful girl, naked as the day she born and glistening, riding my cock drove me to explode in ecstasy, followed quickly by Mizuki. The day proceeded, interrupted by a languid 69 in place of afternoon tea, and dinner out to celebrate her return. Over dinner Mizuki recounted several of her adventures with Harumi.

The visit to an onsen spa caught my attention. In the public bath the ladies had whispered to each other about whom they found attractive. They agreed on several, and later in the bar the opportunity to chat two came up. Their unanimous first choice was engaged, but the close second was single, or was at least for the night. Another drink, and then they proceeded to a more private space where the three of them ravished each other for most of the night. Mizuki told me that Sai, their guest, was lithe and small breasted. She was also very horny and obviously had slept with girls before. After the first round of orgasms Harumi excused herself and returned wearing a strap on and carrying a bottle of lube. They took turns fucking each other until the early hours.

About a week after Mizuki had returned I bumped into Alice at the café. A friend of hers was opening a show that night, and would we "like to join her for a drink, see the show, maybe a little supper?" Arrangements were made, and we duly enjoyed a great night, eventually getting to bed about one in the morning. Mizuki and Alice hit it off big time, and I could see that we could have lots of fun together.

One night, as we lay together I reminded Mizuki about fantasy to have a threesome with Sarah. In answer to my unasked question she replied that she had sought Sarah out and asked her, and had been rebuffed. Mizuki did present an alternative, a weekend away with Alice, who she had also sought out unknown to me.

A couple of weeks later we packed the car and left late on a Friday afternoon. Two hours later we pulled into the driveway of a modest beach house. Inside were two bedrooms and a sizeable living area. After a bowl of pasta and most of a bottle of wine we retired to sleep the sleep of the weary, and to prepare for the games tomorrow.

Next morning I awoke alone. After staggering out to the lounge room I looked down to the beach. It looked like they were deep in conversation. Progress had halted as they stood, towels over shoulders and topless, half way up the beach. As I was brewing the coffee the ladies returned, windswept and radiating fresh air and libidinous thoughts. We spent the morning relaxing, reading and listening to music. About midday Mizuki announced that it was playtime, and that we would have an early dinner. She gave us an hour to run an errand to town, to get us out of the house, return and prepare. At one we were to be kneeling in the living room, ready for Miss Mizuki.

When we returned from town I showered first. After a quick splash I moved into the living room. As Alice went in for her shower I fitted the Alexander cock sleeve that Mizuki had set out. The Alexander cock sleeve extended my cock and served to harden my already stiff cock. Alice came out of the bathroom wearing white panties and a singlet, as provided she told me. Her blue eyes glinted with expectation. Her long blonde hair was loose, and as she bowed ready for Mizuki to come in it hung over her face. I had a few seconds to admire her large erect nipples moving unencumbered beneath the singlet.

"This should be fun," she posited under her breath, a position with which I could only agree.

A creaking door announced Mizuki's entrance. We both pressed out heads to the floor. Soon the toe of a cherry red leather boot entered my field of vision. "Lick" was the command, and we both did. I heard the thump of a flogger, and then I felt it as well.

"Answer me, and answer me properly when I give you a command!"

"Yes Goddess" we replied in unison. I suspected she was starting tough and we would soon be fucking, but I was wrong. The sight of Mizuki dressed in cherry red leather knee boots, studded straps around her chest and a cherry red peaked cap excited me beyond belief. In her hand she held a suede flogger with a cherry red handle.

The first thing Mizuki did was to blindfold me. Neither of the girls has told me much of what came next, so I can only work with what I heard and the little I was told. I remained kneeling, my cock pulsing inside the sleeve. Mizuki slashed my chest a few times with the flogger until my nipples stung.

"Alice, clothes off," was the next sound. Soon there were gasps as Mizuki tightened the nipple clamps on Alice's large nipples. Mizuki had shown me the clamps she acquired: they were metal split bar clamps. A strip is placed either side of the nipple and then the clamp is adjusted by sliding the rings down, tightening on the nipple. Mizuki could read the signs from Alice's face since she had some experience with these clamps with Harumi, as she confided to me later. The gasp I heard was Mizuki pushing the ring the one bit closer than was comfortable for Alice.

"How does that feel Alice?"

"It hurts Miss Mizuki."

"How about when I do this?" was followed by a series of intakes of breath as Mizuki apparently tweaked the clamps. Mizuki followed up with "More pressure, or butt plug?"

"Butt plug" was the strangled response. More moans followed.

"Lie on your back, Alice" Mizuki demanded. While I remained kneeling I could hear slurping and sucking. I surmised that Mizuki was eating Alice out. After a few minutes Alice gasped again a couple of times. Could the clamps have been removed? The sounds of an orgasm followed, apparently heightened as Mizuki tugged Alice's nipples while she tongued her clitoris.

Soon after Mizuki lifted my blindfold. We were alone, though as I adjusted to the light Alice re-entered. Alice emerged, dressed in her vintage leather jacket, open to show her full breasts, tight pale blue boy cut panties, and black leather ankle boots. With her hair braided into a long plait and dark eye makeup on she looked the part. Mizuki instructed that I was to call her "Miss Alice." Looked like it was two to one!

I wondered what was in store, and what else was in the toy box. Most of today's implements had been surprises.

I was told to stay on my knees and bow to the floor, exposing my anus. The large black butt plug looked too big, but Alice pushed at it. There was resistance until I was able to relax and I felt the bulb pass the sphincter and fill me up. Then Mizuki decided her cunt needed some attention. She eased back on the couch and spread her legs. Very soon I was working outside in, as I knew she liked, starting with bold outer strokes and getting more delicate closer to her erect clitoris. While I was doing this Alice sucked and swizzled Mikuki's nipples. Soon one orgasm became two, and possibly three. Mizuki seemed incredibly turned on.

As Mizuki recovered Alice took up the flogger. She stood me against the wall and worked me over from the back of my thighs to the base of my neck. She wasn't really inflicting pain but the constant touch of the suede strips drew warmth to me skin. She turned me around, and as she took to me again I took the time to admire her beauty and grace. Her eyes shone bright and her largish breasts swung as her body moved, popping out from their leather hiding spot. Most noticeable of all was the wet spot on her panties, enough to make out her matted bush.

Some non-verbal communication between the girls suddenly had me on my back and Alice removing her panties. Her blonde bush was thick, hiding the delights beneath. As she moved down the held herself open, allowing my engorged and harnessed cock to slide into her. Soon she had a fast and hard rhythm going, so much so that I came without permission. This caused disappointment to Mizuki, who promised some punishment. Alice didn't care so much, close as she was to coming. She was obviously overheating so the jacket came off and I was able to watch as what aureole she had tightened and her nipples became more erect.

We all stopped to catch our breath. Mizuki, who had apparently been gently toying with her cunt, was the first to move. As a punishment for coming too soon she applied the nipple clamps to me. I now knew why Alice had gasped. They were light, but sharp and wicked. Alice was invited to lie on the floor, legs open, while Mizuki had me on all fours. The butt plug was removed and replaced by a strap on that Mizuki materialised from somewhere. The clamps would remain for as long as it took to give Alice two orgasms. The fucking would continue until Mizuki had had enough.

Alice's cunt was quite open to be licked and caressed. The first orgasm came quite quickly, but I was told to stop for a while so that I had to build the excitement again. All the while Mizuki kept gently sliding her cock in and out of me.

Once I was given permission I attacked Alice again, spurred on by Mizuki reaching around and flicking the nipple clamps. I worked valiantly but no orgasm was immediately forthcoming. Concerned about the time taken Mizuki pulled the strap on out of me and released some of the pressure on the clamps. The blood returning to my nipples caused a pain rush like I have never experienced before. It was all I could do not to collapse onto Alice, or to bite her.

Mizuki took off the harness and pushed me aside to start her own attempt at licking Alice to orgasm. After a minute she asked me to replace the condom on the strap on and to lube it up for use.

Once the strap on was ready she strapped it on again. "Missionary, doggie or cowgirl?" she enquired of Alice. "Cowgirl" Alice replied. "That way Mike can kneel behind me and play with my nipples while you fuck me." That is what we did, and very soon Alice had her second orgasm.

Alice was the quickest to claim the shower, so while she cleaned up I removed Mizuki's boots and massaged her feet. Mizuki was next, and after I finished we enjoyed a simple dinner. Emboldened by the afternoon and red wine we each confessed a fantasy. Alice told us that she wanted me as a sex slave for a weekend, almost instantly agreed to by Mizuki. Mizuki liked the idea of exploring a female led session in public, and wanted to go to a club one night. I could only add that I wanted to marry Mizuki and that I was sure we would find plenty of opportunities and fantasies ahead, both female led and not.

The next morning we rose early and headed for the beach, all naked as the day we were born. We frolicked in the surf and ran back to the house for coffee and pastries. While we looked at the view Mizuki turned to me and said "did you mean what you said yesterday?"

"Yes," I replied. "As soon as we can arrange it."

Six months later we were in Japan with family and friends. We had a wonderful service after we had done all the legal stuff at the Town Hall. Mizuki's family requested we have a Shinto service, which we did. It was long and complicated, and because my Japanese is not fluent, a lot went over my head. It kept Mizuki and her parents happy, which was the most important thing. Sarah and John joined us, which was interesting because the last time I had seen John he was being strenuously ridden by Sarah while wearing a blindfold. Apparently Sarah was now seeing John almost exclusively. Harumi also joined us, along with Alice.

The day after the ceremony we left for an onsen town for a few days honeymoon while they did some sightseeing. Who knows what will happen when we return?

I returned to the room in the beautiful old ryokan I was staying in. I slid back the screen to find a beauty kneeling, head down, yukata gaping to display a puckered nipple. I sat down opposite and after a long minute she poured tea for both of us. We drank slowly and quietly, and after the cups were empty she rose, turned and walked towards the futon. The yukata slipped to the floor, and at the same time she coyly glanced over her shoulder, a quick flutter of her eyelashes all the invitation I needed. Mizuki and I made slow passionate love for the evening, with a promise of much more to come.

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Mar 29, 2018 in femdom

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