I wrote this as a caption and then it
got long enough to be a series and then it got too long even for that ... and I
realized it would be far too difficult to find appropriate pics for it anyway.
But I like it as a story, so I thought I would publish it here and see if
anyone likes it. If you do, great. If you don't, just move on to the next set
of captioned pictures: don't worry, I am not switching over to prose entirely.
Kamiko and the Three Cs
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I have a story to tell you,
chastity boy. Grab a coffee, it's a long story.
On my gap year, after university, I
worked for a year in Japan. It was daytime baby-sitting for the newborn of a
very corporate Japanese couple in the wealthy 'burbs of Tokyo. The husband was
a salaryman, heading off to 10 hours work each day, and he spoke no English.
The wife was younger and beautiful, spoke perfect English, and did no work at
all: she stayed at home, played the cafe society, enjoyed herself spending his
money, and generally had a good time. She had several young lovers, that she
did not try to hide from her husband (or me), and he seemed to accept these as
her due.
One day when I was near the end of my
year there, I jokingly asked her what her secret was, and she smiled and told
me to stay for dinner that night. Intrigued, I did. The two of us had a light
dinner, and then hubby arrived. I usually left long before salary hubby got
home, and when he turned up, he was surprised to see me still there. But he was
not surprised at his wife, despite the fact that she proceeded to tear strips
off him in Japanese too fast for me to follow, while he desperately tried to
placate her, all the while looking toward me with a rather anguished look.
Eventually she grabbed him by the ear, hauled him over the sofa, then grabbed
his trousers, and pulled them and his underpants down to his knees! Still
lecturing him at a thousand words a minute, while he just lay there moaning
softly and making no move to oppose her, she pulled down from the top of a
bookshelf ... a cane. She swished it through the air, and the sound cut like a
knife. Then she took up position behind him and brought it down across his
buttocks. It was a savage cut, and he spasmed with pain, uttering a choked-off
scream of agony, but he stayed there. I had taken a seat in a chair a few steps
in front of him, so I could see his face, and believe me, it was a picture of
agony. She did it again, and again. Six cuts, each administered with cruelly
extreme force, while he sobbed and endured. Then she stood on tip-toe to put
the cane back on top of the high bookshelf, and he turned toward her, still
kneeling, still bare-assed, and began kissing her feet. Now I could see the six
double-track weals of sheer pain written across his bottom. Then his kisses
moved up to her knees and her thighs, and then he raised her miniskirt. She was
bare underneath, and he began licking her pussy like a man dying of thirst.
I was wet as all-get-out myself by this
stage. With hubby facing away from me, but cool young wife staring at me
delightedly, I shucked my shorts and underpants, and lay back in the chair
masturbating along to the rhythm they were making. The atmosphere was electric,
and when the wife came, I did too.
And that was when the next funny thing
happened. Wife barked something in Japanese to hubby, and he put his hands on
his head and turned to face me. I looked at his groin ... and his penis was
tightly locked in a chastity device! I'd never seen one before, but I could
easily see its purpose from its design. Wife snickered at his embarrassment,
uttered a dismissive word, and hubby shuffled to the bathroom with a red face
and with his pants still around his knees.
The wife then showed me out, but we had
a good long talk about it the next day. She said that 'The Three Cs' -
chastity, caning and cunnilingus - were the key to a serious female-led
relationship. The more she talked about it the more interested I got. My last
month there was incredible ... how I regretted taking so long to broach the
subject! Kamiko had me give up my tiny bedsit and move in to their spare room.
Whenever hubby got a caning, she would make sure I witnessed it, and eventually
she brought me around behind his body, and showed me how to hold the cane, and
how to bring it whipping in, with that delightfully sickening swish through the
air that foretold pure agony for the recipient. She made it quite clear that
she wanted me to cane hubby, and he lay there accepting it. So I brought it
down, but not nearly hard enough. Hubby grunted slightly as if it had hurt, but
I sensed it was only out of politeness. Kamiko sensed it too, and promptly
grabbed the cane from me and gave him one of her usual specials, which left him
writhing in pain. Then she gave the cane back to me, and this time I brought it
in much better, making him wince. "Harder!" said Kamiko, and I
obeyed. "Harder!" she said again, and I ramped up the pain once more
on that poor defenceless bottom. To the delighted urgings of Kamiko, I
eventually began to match her impacts, my longer arms perhaps compensating for
what I lacked in experience and technique. When Kamiko finally stopped me, poor
hubby had copped over a dozen, and was sobbing openly. Kamiko sat beside me on
the couch, and we kissed and cuddled while her hubby licked the pussies of each
of us in turn.
After that, Kamiko shared the canings
with me. One glorious time, she rang me and told me she was staying out with a
lover, but asked if I could please give her husband six of the best. I was
delighted to do so, and had him lick me to three orgasms afterward, I was so
excited by it.
In all the time I was there, I never saw
her unlock his penis. Perhaps she did, in private, but I rather suspect not. He
just went without, while his gloriously dominant wife enjoyed orgasms from her submissive
hubby, her occasional lovers, and her own hands and vibrators.
The day finally came when my visa ran
out. The night before my flight home, Kamiko reached up to the bookshelf and
pulled down a surprise: TWO canes. She and I then gave her hubby a stunning
caning; twelve from each of us, alternating strokes. He was bawling like a
baby, and his bottom was just a mass of horizontal weals when we finished.
Kamiko and I enjoyed our usual kissing and cuddling, while hubby frantically
busied himself attending to our orgasms with his tongue. We kept him there for
hours, and had three or four cums each.
Next day, after hubby had gone to work,
Kamiko held me close, and then silently gave me the new cane. "For
you," she said, "take it back to your country as a memory of me, but
also so you can start your OWN Three-Cs relationship!". I smiled, but I
knew there was one more memento of Kamiko I wanted as well. I looked at her
silently, and undressed slowly in front of her, until I was completely nude. Then
I reached up to the bookshelf, and took down her old trusty cane and handed it
to her. I then bent over the sofa, offering my bottom for her pain.
I knew she would not disappoint me and
she most certainly didn't. The first stroke swished in, as hard as the agonizing
cuts she dished out to her husband, and I was crying after that first one. The
pain was indescribable. I proudly stayed bent over though, offering myself for
the next stroke, and Kamiko chuckled and brought it down again. I was in a red
haze of pain, tears running down my face, but she simply swished the cane in
for a third stroke. Then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth. I could barely
move, my bottom a tortured hell of sheer agony. I heard the cane being
deposited on the bookshelf, and knew my role. I turned, knelt, lifted Kamiko's
miniskirt, and licked her pussy while she stood in front of me enjoying it. She
came right there. Then she took me to the sofa and made me lick her to three
more orgasms. Then she held me close until it was almost time for me to leave.
She stood me up, ran her fingers across the weals she had put on my bottom,
then gently stroked her fingers across my sopping pussy. She did not give me an
orgasm - I think we both knew it would have somehow been wrong if she had - and
then had me dress, and drove me to the airport. I spent the long flight home
with my bottom a seething mass of pain, my mind full of Kamiko, and my pussy
constantly wet.
Interesting story, but quite difficul to be captioned
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