by Ally Vance
As if Kate’s face would give me the answer that would satisfy me, I looked at her. I looked into that beautiful, beguiling angelic face that only made everything harder.
So I turned away and left without a word, never looking back at her again, locking the door behind me.
Planning Kate Smith’s interrogation had been pure joy for me. Thinking about how I would proceed, what I would do with her. I felt like a little kid looking forward to a new toy.
Only now that I had her, I was afraid to let loose on her. Because what if she couldn’t stand me?
Especially for Kate and her conditioning, I fixed up the undeveloped, indoor locker room to serve its purpose—anchors and pulleys, so I could hang her and change her position. I had it lined with black plastic to scare her, but also in case she couldn’t contain her urine. I had made the lamp myself with the appropriate shade that let in sharp beams of light.
Slowly, I turned my back to the door and looked at the dresser where I had placed the various toys I wanted to try on her. I would make it my business to try every single one on Kate, whether I wanted to or not. Not all of them gave pleasure to every woman. The one or other the other girlfriend I had already got scared away by my inclinations. With my little hummingbird, I didn’t want that to happen. So I would give her a reward for each of the toys she endured.
But first, I had to get out into the fresh air, as well as pay a visit to a misguided member of ‘our’ family.
Kate
I tried to count the seconds until Hiroshi came back to me, but at some point, I must have dozed off in the position I was hanging in.
The sudden shifting of my body woke me up, and for a moment, I was afraid that it wasn’t Hiroshi who had moved me. As soon as Hiroshi returned, he continued the interrogation. It was a confusing mixture of questions concerning my work, everyday matters, and personal life. I always answered quickly, hoping that Hiroshi would thereby realize that I always spoke the truth. Then, at some point, he lowered me from the hanging position to the floor and began to untie the rope with which he had so artfully tied me.
Naked as I was, he put the hand and foot cuffs on me three inches wide and lined with velvet. I couldn’t possibly run with these on, but I could eat and drink.
“You will sleep now,” he ordered me, and shortly after, he closed the door again.
How was I supposed to do that with so much uncertainty?
Could I trust him? I wanted to.
The only person I had ever trusted was Watanabe-san, but he had died of cancer a few years ago. In his last letter to me, he had made me promise never to hurt myself again. I never broke that promise.
The fact that Hiro had found interest in my problems unsettled me, but it did not stop him from giving me a hard slap with his hand if he did not like my answer or my tone. Eventually, when it came to my pussy, he moved on to a crop, where one end was wider and a paddle for my bottom.
My daily routine was always the same: I got to eat, then he untied my hands so I could wash. To do this, he gave me a large bowl of lukewarm water, a bar of curd soap, and a towel. After that, he took his time to tie me up again in this fascinating way. Last but not the least, he hung me up.
Again and again, he disappeared, only to reappear at different times to ask me questions. Often the same ones and some times new, unexpected ones. Most of the time, it was about the clients of the firm. Probably trying to find connections.
Just because I was actually working directly for Rory James didn’t mean he might be hiding something from the Tanakas.
Was Hiroshi going to send me back to spy for his family at some point? Did he know that I would do this for him?
Just a tender gesture would be enough. I knew I would crave more of those as soon as Hiroshi gave me just one. But he remained calm, reserved, and I still seemed to annoy him from time to time.
Hiro
Almost every time I set a trap for her, Kate would fall into it, seemingly unaware. Either she really was as innocent as I hoped or calculating because she enjoyed the pain.
I just couldn’t believe the latter.
Her whimpering, which reached my ears despite her clenched lips, was like music resonating in my bones. Every time I heard it, I only wanted her more.
There was no way I was going to lose control with her. Bad things happened when I did. I had to find a way to get around this urge.
It was like fate that my father wanted my presence at a meeting in the old country. Of course, I couldn’t leave Kate naked and tied up in the room that was the size of a prison cell by herself.
Kate would never be truly alone. Because not only did I have cameras in my house, but I also had a couple of men patrolling it, too. But if she had to wait for me, she should feel comfortable doing so. In my eyes, it was an acid test of her obedience to me.
So I began to reward Kate. I first allowed her to sleep without restraints. Then I changed her training. I punished her not with a paddle or a whip but with a vibrator.
As soon as she asked me to stop, I punished her with a slap on her already swollen clit and instantly left the room.
I understood that this must be a new experience for her. I understood that she hadn’t allowed herself to let go since she stopped hurting herself. Now, it was up to me to show her she was allowed to experience this sensation. But only through my intervention.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time. It would have to wait until I came back. After freeing Kate from the rope that late afternoon, I left her alone for a brief moment to retrieve a gift. It had been sitting in my dresser for a long time.
As always, I entered the room quickly and without knocking, so she couldn’t see what was behind her prison.
“I will have to leave you alone for a short while,” I said to her, speaking to her—as always—in Japanese.
Kate’s eyes widened in fear and then fell on the box I was carrying in my hands and holding out to her.
“This is for you,” I spoke more softly. “Wear this while I’m gone.”
Kate’s face brightened. There was something so innocent about that expression that it was almost childlike. I couldn’t help but wonder when was the last time she had received a gift.
I held the box so that she only had to remove the lid, which she did with trembling hands. On top was a black satin bra with matching panties, and underneath a yukata, what most gaijin—that is, non-Japanese—thought was the more difficult-to-tie kimono. This was usually worn as a loose all-around garment. The yukata made of a silk-like material was also black with small hummingbirds on it.
Still holding the lid, Kate bowed to me.
“The bathroom is just to the right,” I spoke, trying to stop myself from smiling. “There, you’ll find everything you need to get cleaned up. To the left, you’ll come to the stairs. On the left again, you’ll find the kitchen. I want you to eat your three meals.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied again.
I pressed the box into her hand and left, or I would have done something that might have undone my work.
Chapter Five
Kate
My master, Hiroshi, had given me a gift. I was so overjoyed about it that I only realized the extent of what else he had told me later. Namely, the next morning, when I had taken off my kimono and was waiting for Hiroshi. As usual, I was sitting on my legs in the typical pose. My hands were placed on my thighs.
While I waited, I kept looking at the bra and panties that Hiroshi had also given me.
Time passed, but my master did not appear, and then I remembered his words from the night before. He would not come. Hiroshi had said that he would have to leave me alone. He had spoken of a bathroom and a kitchen. As my thoughts went in that direction, my stomach was already growling.
But first, I had to wash myself. Hiroshi always gave me food only after I had cleaned myself.
He would disapprove if I did not comply.
It didn’t matter whether he could see me or not.
As
soon as my master returned, he would ask me questions again, and I would tell the truth, too. At least, then he would know of my offense.
So I quickly put on my kimono, took my new underwear, and hesitantly stepped to the door. I had never looked behind it before, but Hiroshi had given me permission, so it had to be okay. My hand trembled as I pushed the knob. Carefully, I opened the door and had to squint my eyes because the room behind was so brightly lit.
It was Hiroshi’s bedroom. There was no doubt about it. I took a step and stood in a brightly lit room with a futon bed and two large black dressers. On one lay all the tools Hiroshi had used on me. Immediately the memories of those moments came back, and I had to swallow.
I quickly turned to my right and saw a black door. Everything that wasn’t fabric or the walls was black. It seemed oddly minimalist but not sterile. I walked the few steps to the bathroom door, opened it, and slipped through. It almost felt like sacrilege to walk through Hiroshi’s bedroom. My heart was pounding in my chest because of it, but now I was standing in his bathroom. Again, it was not only clean but neat. It reminded me of my bathroom. Even though this one was nicer, newer, and of higher quality than mine. On the right side of the sink was my toothbrush in a cup, so I guessed the rest of my hygiene items were on the right side of the mirrored cabinet, and I was right about that.
It was such a weird feeling to suddenly be using the toilet again and not a bedpan. Why hadn’t Hiroshi just blindfolded me and taken me to the bathroom when I needed to?
Surely, he had had his ulterior motives in doing so. Didn’t he want me to know that I was trapped in an apartment building? Would I have tried to free myself if he had?
I could not answer that question.
Hiro
I hadn’t thought that not having Kate around would make me so restless. On the flight to Osaka, I had barely slept a wink. Barely touching the ground, I had the livestream of my surveillance cameras shown above me via my cell phone. As soon as I saw my little hummingbird, I felt better. It had gotten worse as soon as she had started calling me ‘sir.’
Now it was early morning in San Francisco, and she was still asleep. I wouldn’t have a chance to see how she had spent the day until I was in the car on the way back to the airport.
My curiosity about how she would act was not as great as my concern about how she would feel when Kate realized she was in an apartment building. But that would have to wait. The men guarding my house, as always, knew of her presence. I had also informed them about what to do if Kate tried to escape.
Kate
Killing time until Hiroshi’s return all by myself had been nearly impossible, yet all I had to do was what I did most of the day: wait. Only this time, I didn’t know when Hiroshi would get home. He hadn’t explicitly forbidden me anything. But that only made me think that the whole thing was a test. That’s why I hadn’t dared to look around and had watched TV all day.
Then, when it was time to sleep, I lay down on my mattress in my room as usual, but I couldn’t sleep.
What if Hiroshi didn’t come back? Yes, of course, I was in his house, and this was surely a test, but what if he didn’t? What if he really was away on business on behalf of his family and something happened to him?
The thought made me panic. I started pacing up and down my room. Then I decided to take punishment.
I approached his bed. Actually, I had only wanted to take his pillow, but this bed smelled so wonderfully of him. I could not resist the temptation to lie down in his bed. Maybe I was lucky, and he would not be back the next morning?
While I was still thinking about it, I fell asleep. It seemed like a moment later that I was startled out of sleeping soundly. Hectically, I jumped out of bed and straightened the sheets. Hopefully, Hiroshi wouldn’t notice. But the morning came and went. I put the dishes I had taken for my breakfast in the dishwasher, straightened my kimono, and made my way to my room.
This time, I decided I would wait for him there. That was certainly what he wanted me to do.
Hiro
As soon as I was in the car on the way home from the airport, I immediately called up the app for the livestream of my surveillance camera. Here in San Francisco, it was already late afternoon, and I wondered what she would be doing. I found Kate waiting in her room. She was wearing the yukata I had given her. This fact brought a smile to my face.
Still, I was curious how she had spent the time without me and rewound the records to the time I had last seen her.
It was fascinating to watch the way Kate initially acted as if she were an intruder. Yet the objects I had thoughtfully placed that belonged to her seemed to contribute to her comfort. Not once did she even glance at the front door. She didn’t seem to have the slightest thought of escaping.
And then I watched her approach my bed and reach for a pillow. For some reason, my heart was pounding up to my throat. When she finally lay down in my bed and immediately fell asleep, I was surprised at myself.
I wasn’t angry. Instead, I felt a smile on my lips again. It said so much about Kate’s feelings for me. I felt downright intoxicated by these recordings.
Is this what it felt like to be in love?
I quickly switched back to the livestream, and my smile died.
Kate was no longer in her room.
I switched to the cameras’ overview and watched as she stood just inside the hallway, the bedroom door behind her.
Again my heart pounded. This time for a very different reason: Kate was looking in a particular direction: toward the door, she was absolutely not supposed to open.
I watched her, with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, as she hesitantly walked toward the room., I had explicitly told her about the rooms she was allowed to use. This one particular room was not one of them, and for a reason.
It was another test. Was Kate trying to get punished by me, or was she just being careless?
By now, my little hummingbird should know better. Maybe I had been too gentle with her after all. I had not punished Kate very hard so far. Why that was, I had to admit to myself: I didn’t want to lose her.
Kate’s hand clasped the doorknob and turned it. She opened the door to the room I now regretted not locking.
“Drive faster!” I yelled at my driver.
Kate
I didn’t have the slightest clue why I was so drawn to this door that I hadn’t noticed before.
It was as if my subconscious told me that I needed to check out the room that lay beyond.
When I finally opened the door, absolute darkness greeted me. This unsettled me. Every other room in the house was flooded with daylight. Hiroshi had automatic shutters.
So why was this room dark?
Without thinking further about it, I felt for the light switch and flipped it. Immediately, the room was illuminated by indirect light. There was no furniture, and yet the room was not empty.
The walls were hung full of writing and tons of photos: Photos of me. Stunned, I stared at the walls. I hardly noticed how I entered the room so that I could turn around my axis. Little by little, I took a closer look at the documents hanging among the photos. It was the police file of the car accident, documents of the orphanage, testimonies, job applications, and on top of everything, photos of me again and again. He even had a newspaper article that reported the car accident. There was a copy of my lease of my current apartment. Everything was in chronological order. In the end, the photos showed me running errands for the law firm and me sleeping in my bed.
I couldn’t believe it. All this time, I had thought I was stalking him when it had been Hiroshi stalking me. Everything he had done to me, I had believed to be punishment, and now I was learning it was something else entirely.
A loud bang made me wince.
Had that been the front door? Was Hiroshi back, or was it someone else? I knew I had to get out of this room, but I was in no condition to move.
Startled, like a deer in headlights, I listened to the approaching footsteps.
When he finally appeared in the doorway, his expression made me shudder.
Before I knew it, my back and the back of my head collided with the wall behind me. Hiroshi’s hand was at my throat, squeezing the air out of me. Stars danced before my eyes, and it was impossible to say anything. Still, I opened my mouth, only to have Hiroshi’s other hand squeeze it shut. And he held my nose in the process.
Hiro
Seeing Kate in that room made me furious, but not just with anger. I couldn’t think straight anymore. Before she could even think of running away, I had already thrown her against the nearest wall. Before I could plead for mercy, I covered her mouth.
I wanted to take her here and now, but I knew she would fight back, and I didn’t want that.
“I told you which rooms you could use, little hummingbird,” I whispered in her ear as I waited for her to pass out.
I couldn’t tell what I was feeling anymore.
It was something between anger, fear, and despair.
I was sure I would lose her, yet all of this had been a part of my plan.
Kate should know the truth, and yet I was afraid of her reaction.
Had I really believed that she would not open the room? Why had I risked that?
Did I want to know if she would love me, anyway? Or maybe just because of that?
Or did that one dark part of me just want a reason to finally do the thing with her that I had been putting off all this time?
Yes, that had to be it. And yet, I had to carry out this one final punishment. Because I wanted to free Kate, my little hummingbird. Countless times, I had tortured her by stimulating her clitoris, but never had she come to orgasm. Often enough, her eyes had welled up with tears. That sight had softened me every time.