'Shower please,' the geisha said. 'You feel better.'
And it was true. As the warm jets of water pummelled her body and washed away the oil, Stephanie felt a sudden flood of health and wellbeing. This time she was clearly meant to soap herself, which she did vigorously until the last trace of oil had disappeared. By the time she had finished her whole body appeared to glow. She felt alive and alert.
The geisha returned with one of the others and, using two big white towels, they quickly dried Stephanie's body. But this time their touch was strictly practical. Even though they dried her breasts and between her thighs Stephanie felt not a hint of sexual arousal.
As soon as she was dry the geisha indicated an arch at the far end of the bathhouse. 'Please...' she said. As Stephanie walked over to the arch another geisha appeared carrying a heavy silk kimono in a very pale yellow.
'Please...' the geisha said, now indicating the kimono. Stephanie slipped it over her shoulders with their help.
The geisha who had brought the kimono had changed out of the white cotton knickers and wore a Kheong-Sam in dark red satin, split to the very top of her thigh. Another of the geishas stood by the archway in the same outfit. They both wore make-up, their faces a chalky white, their eyes heavy with black mascara. Their shoes were Western-style white leather court shoes, though with low heels, not the traditional wooden sandals. In fact, apart from the make-up they were not dressed at all how Stephanie had imagined they would be.
While the two geishas who had dried her disappeared, presumably to change, the two in red led Stephanie down another white-paper-panelled hallway, opening yet another sliding panel into a small room. In the centre of the room was a raised dais about a foot from the floor, and on the dais was a simple white mattress. To one side of the mattress was a lamp, a pyramid of white paper under which a lightbulb burned, lighting the room in a dim glow. On one of the white paper walls was a black lacquered table and on the table a single orchid on a long stem was buried in a solid and very tall narrow pyramid of glass.
The two geishas took the kimono from Stephanie's shoulders and while one of the girls folded it neatly the other indicated that Stephanie should lie on the mattress. Stephanie obeyed, feeling again the excitement of anticipation. The room was obviously specially prepared for some ritual: the dais and bed had the feel of an altar. As if to confirm that impression the two geishas knelt on either side of the mattress at the top end. One spoke to the other in Japanese. Whatever the remark meant, Stephanie had the feeling it referred to her body. Almost immediately the other two geishas arrived. They were dressed identically to the first two, the same clothes, the same make-up and the same rather incongruous shoes. Without a word they knelt on the dais on either side of the mattress at the bottom end. All four girls knelt with their heads bowed, their hands folded together on their knees.
As if by a prearranged signal each stretched out both hands at exactly the same moment and grasped Stephanie either by the wrist or the ankle. Slowly they pulled her limbs apart until she was spread-eagled on the bed. Almost at the same time Stephanie heard the sound of Japanese music, strange dissonant chords plucked on a lyre-like instrument.
Kanjii entered through the sliding panel. He closed it behind him. In his hand he carried a small black box, its surface a grainy matt finish. All the way round the bottom of the box were louvred bars like ventilation ducts. He mounted the dais and stood looking down at Stephanie's body held open by his geishas. She saw his eyes settle on her sex, its pubic hair newly fluffed up by the shower.
'You are a very beautiful woman,' he said quietly. She did not reply. She felt her body stirring under his gaze. She had been through some strange sexual experiences in the last month, but this had to be one of the strangest. Two hours ago she had been sitting having lunch with this total stranger. Now she was lying naked in front of him with four women holding her down, women who had already explored her body intimately.
Kanjii wore a light black kimono under which his legs were bare.
'Seven centuries of the art of sex. That is what the geishas are taught,' he said. The geisha holding her left hand lent forward and put her finger to Stephanie's lips. 'It is a custom that you say nothing. It is expected. You are treated as a man so you behave, please, like a man.'
Kanjii did not smile. He walked around the mattress and set the black box down on the dais just behind Stephanie's head. It seemed to be humming slightly. 'We Japanese allow technology to help us even with the most ancient of our rituals. This is the ritual of five-pointed star.' He indicated her wrists and ankles held tightly by the geishas and then Stephanie's open vulva. He returned to the foot of the bed.
Slipping the kimono off, he let it fall to the floor. Stephanie looked at his body. It was hard, muscled and hairless but his cock was small. He knelt on the mattress between her legs. The eldest geisha handed him a strange object made from what looked like ivory. It was in the shape of the thumb and forefinger of a hand except the thumb was double the thickness of a normal thumb and the forefinger twice as long.
Stephanie was aware of a sweet-flowered aroma. It seemed to be coming from the black box behind her head. But it was more than just a perfume. She breathed it in deeply and felt a surge of pleasure akin to sudden intoxication.
Kanjii said a single word in Japanese. The four geishas tightened their grip on Stephanie's body, stretching her limbs further apart, rocking back on their heels. Kanjii took the ivory object and moved forward on his knees until he was between her thighs. He used the finger of the ivory to caress between Stephanie's labia and up under the little hood of flesh to her clitoris.
Stephanie felt her body shiver with excitement. The ivory felt cold and hard. Kanjii used it to circle the little nodule of nerves. He could sense her arousal. Her labia were wet, her body trembling.
Very slowly he pushed the ivory lower, using the tip of its finger to nudge gently into her cunt.
Something odd was happening to Stephanie. She was excited out of all proportion to the stimulation she was receiving. She could feel her whole body pounding as though her pulse was racing. As the ivory nosed into the wet walls of her cunt, no more than an inch, as she felt her body stretched taut, she knew she was going to come and she knew why. Whatever the little black box was producing, the aroma was enhancing her sexual feelings, heating her blood. It made her feel that there was nothing but sex, that she was drunk, drunk on sex. As she felt the curved finger of ivory probe her body she came, sharply, almost painfully, her nerves sending shockwaves of sensation spiralling through her.
Kanjii rode the long finger of ivory up into her cunt on the tide of orgasm. Now the thick thumb was nudging her anus. He pushed on, the bud of her anus parting to admit the intruder.
Stephanie took a deep breath, wanting to inhale the intoxicating scent. As the fumes worked into her body she felt her mind react, another surge of passion. As the thick, cold ivory penetrated her anus Stephanie came again as sharply as the first time, her body quivering with excitement. She wanted to move but the geishas held her tight. She knew the pressure on her wrists and ankles, the tautness in the tendons of her elbows and knees, was increasing her pleasure. She could feel her orgasm acutely there, where she was stretched apart. But it was not only the constriction that was making her come so forcefully, nor the stupefying aroma. The ivory itself seemed to be reaching into places in her sex she had never felt before, places where new nerves delivered new sensations.
Kanjii pushed the dildo home, right up her, the thumb in her arse, the long thin finger deep in her cunt. He could feel what was happening to her. It was beginning to happen to him too. He was not immune to the fumes from the black box, he could feel his blood racing and his excitement increasing. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing. The perfume from the box coloured every sense, intensified every sensation.
Stephanie strained her head up off the mattress, wanting to see what Kanjii was doing. His hand was working the dildo between her legs, pulling it in and out of he
r body. She looked at each of the geishas. They were all watching Kanjii work, watching the ivory slide in and out of her sex. The idea wrung another orgasm out of nowhere. She bucked her body against its force, the strong hands of the geishas holding her tight.
Kanjii pulled the ivory from her body and briefly caressed her clitoris with the tip of his finger. In contrast to the dildo his finger felt so warm Stephanie almost came again. She knew the powerful flowery aroma was responsible for her vivid reactions. She breathed deeply again, wanting to embrace its effects.
'Now it is time for the ritual of the single flower.' As Kanjii said the words the geishas released Stephanie's body, her tortured limbs reacting with a flood of pleasure which almost sent her over the edge again. He leant forward and carefully positioned himself so he was lying on her body, his cock where the dildo had been at the entrance to her cunt. She could feel her juices leaking out over it.
The geishas were pulling the single sheet that covered the mattress out and wrapping it over Kanjii's back, encasing them both in the white cotton. Under the sheet Stephanie saw a series of wide satin ribbons laid out one against the other, all the way down the bed. Kanjii suddenly thrust his cock forward, up into Stephanie's cunt. Stephanie shuddered with delight. Whereas the dildo had been thin and cold, Kanjii's cock by contrast was thick and hot. It did not fill her. But the nerves the dildo had awakened seemed to be ultra-active and sung their pleasure at this new invasion.
The geishas were picking up one ribbon at a time, wrapping them around Kanjii's back, first over Stephanie's shoulders, then down his spine, one after another until even his buttocks were encased. They tied them tightly, forcing Kanjii's body against Stephanie's. Once their torsos were bound they turned their attention to their limbs. Closing both Stephanie's and Kanjii's legs, they bound ribbons around them until they too were completely enclosed and held tightly together. As their arms were bound to their sides by the ribbon around their backs, in minutes they were totally enveloped in white satin ribbon. Only their heads were free. That did not last long. Kanjii's mouth moved over Stephanie's, his tongue immediately penetrating her lips, as she felt ribbon being wound around her head, not as tightly as the bindings on their bodies but tightly enough to hold them together. Now darkness descended and she could only feel.
Kanjii did not move. His cock and his tongue were deep inside her but he did not move. He could not move. Neither of them could. All Stephanie could do was feel. She could feel her nipples, hard as rock, pressed flat into Kanjii's muscular chest. She could feel the whole length of her body, the body that had been washed and oiled and pampered by the geishas and now felt so sensitive it was almost as if it had never felt anything before. She could feel, most of all, her cunt, clinging tightly to the hard bone of Kanjii's cock, her juices running down him, her clitoris bound against him, the very mouth of her womb seeming to kiss the tip of his glans.
Stephanie was more aware of her own body than she had ever been. She could hear her pulse drumming in her ear. She could feel her heart beating. The aroma that she had inhaled still lingered in her mind, enhancing every feeling.
Still Kanjii did not move. She wondered if he could. They were bound so tightly together he probably couldn't. But he didn't try. His cock was throbbing, though, and it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, like a red-hot poker inside her.
Things began to change. She felt herself losing sensation, her body going numb. But the more she lost from her outer limbs the more she gained in her sex. She didn't think she had ever felt a cock so clearly. She seemed to be able to feel every detail of it, the ridge of the glans, the long swollen tube of the urethra on the underside. It was as though her cunt had become articulate, as though it was a hand clutching and holding and sensing every inch of his cock.
She sucked on his tongue. She sucked hard and felt his cock's reaction, twitching inside her. The pulse of his body seemed to increase. She could feel his excitement building. Of course he was feeling exactly what she was feeling; he would be able to feel her cunt just as graphically, and her tits, and the long contours of her thighs.
Kanjii's cock swelled inside her, filling her more, throbbing harder. She knew he was going to come. And what was more astonishing was that she knew she was going to come with him. She knew she would feel his spunk better than she'd ever felt spunk before. She gloried in her good fortune, in all the wonderful sexual feelings the geishas had given her. And now this...
Kanjii's cock swelled again. So sensitive was her cunt now that Stephanie could feel his spunk rising from his balls. He had not moved. He didn't need to.
His cock began to spasm, bucking against the confines of its delicious wet prison. He moaned, the sound echoing in her open mouth, and his cock jerked wildly inside her, spitting spunk, hot white gobs of spunk, right out into the depths of her cunt. She had never felt anything like it. She could feel every jet, she felt it hitting her womb, the very top of her cunt. She could feel every bit, each separate, distinct, each cranking up the engine of her own orgasm, already primed and ready, until the biggest eruption of all, the final spasm, splashed spunk deepest of all and sent Stephanie crashing down into an orgasm like nothing she had had before. Her body fought to express its pleasure in movement but the ribbon held her tight. Her nerves reacted against the constriction seemingly by doubling their feeling, action and counteraction becoming the same.
Inside her, almost at once, she felt the spunk trickling down the already soaking wet walls of her cunt, down over Kanjii's balls. Another orgasm, not as intense but just as pleasurable, rocked her into complete submission.
He handed her the small cup of sake served at body temperature. She drank the sticky, strong liquid gratefully. She needed it, needed it badly.
'I've never experienced anything like that,' she said honestly.
'The geishas adapted well, I think. They are not used to dealing with women.'
They were back in the main living room. It was dark now and the panoramic windows provided an amazing vista of London's lights from the Telecom Tower to the hotels of Park Lane. The sake was served in a special china bottle. The cups were tiny and Stephanie had downed hers in one gulp. Kanjii refilled the cup.
'What you have experienced is only the beginning. There are many rituals. The art is in the ritual and in knowing which ritual is best for which person. That is what a geisha is trained for. And I know too, I think.'
'Know what?'
He sipped his sake before continuing. 'I know what would be the ritual you would most enjoy.'
'Well I certainly enjoyed the... what did you call it?'
'First the five-pointed star. Then the single flower.'
'Actually I don't think "enjoy" was the right word.'
'But for you I think the Seven Samurai...'
Stephanie felt a little thrill of excitement. 'What does that involve?'
'I cannot tell you. It is for a man of course. It would have to be adapted to a woman. But that would be no problem. I would show you but you will be returning to Italy...'
'No, not for a few days.' Stephanie was intrigued again, which she was clearly meant to be.
'Tomorrow I have to go to Paris. But the following evening... Thursday?'
'Thursday is fine.'
Stephanie felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. It was a delicious feeling. Her whole body was still recovering from the sensations it had experienced. The geishas had slowly and gently unwrapped the ribbons that had bound their bodies so tightly together. They had taken Stephanie back into the bathhouse, where they had helped her shower and left her alone to put on her clothes, which were brought to her neatly folded. The eldest had then escorted her through the Japanese garden and back into the living room where Kanjii was waiting in slacks and a clean white shirt.
'I expected the geishas to wear a more traditional costume,' Stephanie said.
'In Japan they do, of course. But here it seems right to adapt a little. For myself too I find it more... sexy.' For the
first time since she had met him, Kanjii's face was grinning broadly.
'And did you find me sexy?'
'You, my dear lady, were perfection. For a Western woman.'
'Of course.' Stephanie was not at all offended by the reservation. 'After what I've been through I can hardly imagine anything more...'
'Interesting?' he suggested.
'Fulfilling,' she said.
He insisted on showing her down to her car. The chauffeur was asleep at the wheel, a newspaper covering his face. He started awake and ran round to open the passenger door.
'Till Thursday then,' Kanjii said, kissing her hand lightly and then bowing.
'Eight-thirty?' Stephanie asked.
'Fine,' he said.
'I can't wait.'
She got into the big back seat of the Cadillac and realised it was perfectly true. She couldn't wait.
Chapter Four
Having more or less completed her trawl of the Bond Street and South Molton Street shops on Tuesday, Stephanie decided that on Wednesday she would investigate Knightsbridge and Sloane Street. She got the Cadillac to drop her off at Harrods where she browsed happily for an hour before walking down to Harvey Nichols, telling the chauffeur to wait at Montepeliano where she intended to have a light lunch.
As she walked through Knightsbridge, looking in shop windows but not bothering to go into any of the shops, she had a strange, unaccountable feeling: that she was being followed. Standing in one of the shop doorways she pretended to be looking at the clothes but glanced instead behind her. There was no one who looked remotely interested in her. A burly ginger-haired man in a suede blouson walked past her and up the street without giving her a glance and a small sprightly woman in her sixties, carrying a miniature poodle, did the same. No one dived into a shop to hide, or turned and walked in the opposite direction. No one appeared in the least interested in her. She looked both ways. The ginger-haired man had disappeared.
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