tkl-pen
1st Level Orange Feather
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2001
- Messages
- 2,001
- Points
- 0
THE HARUKI SAITO STORY
As Master Koto was seated in the gardens of his new home about an hour’s drive out of Tokyo, relaxing and reading a few magazines and papers, near the little bridge over the koi pond, he heard a young female voice calling to him. At least, it appeared to be him, from the road on the other side of the hedges. It was only about one o’clock in the afternoon and the early summer sun of central Japan was shining brightly.
“Hello, hello sir,” the voice called, “over here, on the road! Can you hear me?”
Master Koto rose from his seat and walked over to the edge of the garden by the hedges along the road. He was surprised to see two very pretty young Japanese girls, perhaps in their twenties, calling to him. One was slightly taller than the other, the extra inch bringing her up perhaps to 5 ft. 4 in. They both had the wonderful long black hair usually seen on Japanese girls. As they both wore skirts and carried briefcases, he surmised that they were college or university students, or perhaps worked in an office or bank in the area..
“Hello,” he said, “how can be of assistance to you?”
“Oh no, kind sir,” said the taller of the two, “we walk down this road quite often to catch the bus to work and we saw your new house as it was being built. There was so much going on and your house is so big that we knew it must be someone quite important moving into the area. My name is Haruki Saito and this is my friend Kimi Sugai.”
“How do you do,” he responded, “I am Yasuhiro Koto. Would you like to come in for some tea, or perhaps some lemonade.”
“We would be honoured, Koto-san,” responded Haruki, then addressing her friend, “come, Kimi, lets have some lemonade, we have lots of time today, it’s Saturday after all.”
“Well, I’m not sure, Haruki,” Kimi said, “are you sure it’s okay?”
“Of course, silly,” she said, “we’ll be fine.”
As Master Koto returned to the house to get some fresh lemonade, the two girls made themselves at home on the seats by the koi pond, giggling at everything in sight as is typical of young Japanese women.
“Here we are, ladies,” Master Koto said, returning with the lemonade, “nice and cold.”
As he served them each a nice big glass of lemonade, along with some cakes from the bake shop in Matsudo, and sat down to chat with them. The girls told him that they attended university in Matsudo and were working on business degrees, being in the second year.
“Koto-san,” asked Haruki, “please forgive a poor girl if she is rude, but would you allow us to see your new house.”
“Of course, Haruki-san, I would be honoured to show you and Kimi-san my house.”
Once they had finished their lemonade and cakes, the three of them proceeded along the walk to the house. The girls admired the gardens and were struck by the size and elegance of the house. Master Koto showed them through the main floor and the upper floor first and then took them to the basement level where there were a home theatre, a den and a library, all decorated in rich dark wood panels.
As he showed the girls his home theatre, Kimi excused herself to go to the toilet. When she was gone, Haruki cuddled a little closer to Master Koto and softly snuggled up against his powerful body. The move was not wasted on him. Then she did something he would never expect a Japanese girl to do – she put her feet up on the leather couch as she snuggled even closer.
It was some time before Kimi returned from the washroom. Master Koto thought that it was to allow Haruki to make a play for his attention. But a very excited Kimi came back into the theatre room.
“Haruki, there is a torture lab!” she started, “Forgive a girl, honorable Koto-san, for I found an elevator near the washroom and I thought that it would bring me back here. Instead, the elevator opened into your beautiful bondage chambers. Please let us see them.”
“Well, Miki, I’m not so sure that would be a good idea,” he said, “after all, we only just met and that is a very special and very intimate place for me. In fact, it is a part of this house that nobody should even know of.”
“It’s okay, Koto-san,” she went on, “Haruki and I are old enough and we have both had sex and been tied up before. Please let us see it.”
“What do you think, Haruki-san,” he asked, “do you want to visit it, too, or shall I send Miki home without seeing the place.”
“Please, Haruki,” Miki pleaded, “it is so cool! There are all kinds of bondage tables and machines, and everything is light blue and silver.”
“Okay, Koto-san,” Haruki offered, “I’ll go too.”
Miki excitedly led the way to the elevator and the three of them rode the elevator down to the lowest secret level of the house. Haruki’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene that unfolded before her – a large underground complex with individual soundproof chambers all done up in baby blue and stainless steel. Each of the chambers had one or two clinical-looking torture machines in it. Haruki recognized some but she had no idea what others might be used for.
“Oh my God!” Haruki exclaimed.
“Come over this way, Haruki,” Miki excitedly urged her friend, “there are two really cool tables in this room with restraints for your arms and legs. Quickly, Haruki, come see!”
The two girls, followed by Master Koto, entered the soundproof room. Inside were two large metal X-shaped tables made of light blue metal and covered on top with light blue leatherette pads. Each table was equipped with foam-lined stainless steel restraints for the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. Along the walls were various cabinets and compartments. Along with lights in the ceiling, there were compartments above each of the tables as well.
Miki immediately climbed up on one of the tables and lay down on her left side, with her hand under her head and her long black hair draped attractively over her neck and shoulders all the way down to the surface of the table.
“Please, Koto-san, let me try this,” she begged, “it is so exciting.”
She turned onto her back and placed her arms and legs along the arms and legs of the table’s surface.
“Please, Koto-san, strap me down,” she pleaded.
“I’m afraid not, Miki-san,” he responded, “this is a tickling table and you would have to be naked for it to work properly. Let’s go back upstairs.”
Miki almost leaped off the table and pulled her sweater up over her head, then took down her skirt and stood before him, as well as Haruki, in her bra and panties.
“I don’t think you want to do that, Miki-san,” he went on, “don’t you need to get home soon.”
“Oh no, Koto-san,” she went on, taking off her bra and then her panties, “we’ve got all day and the whole evening, too.”
Miki climbed back onto the table and placed herself in the proper position onto her back. Without either girl taking notice, Master Koto flipped a switch on a small panel near the table which armed the spring-loaded restraints. As soon as Miki placed an arm or a leg into the restraints, they snapped shut around it. Miki gasped slightly at the sudden locking of the restraints onto her limbs.
“Please, Koto-san, my Master, tickle me!” Miki taunted. She really knew how to play his game.
He reached into one of the nearby cabinets and brought out several feathers. He gave two of them to Haruki and kept two for himself.
“Come on, Haruki-san,” he said, “she asked for it – let’s see how ticklish she is!”
Slowly he started moving his two feathers over her tummy, carefully concentrating on her navel, her abdomen and the creases at the tops of her thighs. Haruki went straight for her armpits.
“Hahahahahaha, teeheeheehee,” Miki started laughing and giggling, “Is that the behehehest you can dohoohoohoo?”
“Haruki-san,” he said, “she’s asking for it – should I start the automated tickling program? It will tickle her all over automatically? We can just watch as the computer tickles her for as long as we want.”
With the agreement of Haruki, Master Koto entered some information into the key board of a nearby computer terminal. Suddenly, a variety of devices came up from below the table and down from compartments in the ceiling. There were mechanical arms with wheels on the ends, some with brushes and some with feathers. Other arms appeared with vibrators on them.
“Koto-san,” Miki called suddenly, “please no – don’t let them tickle me – please let me go now.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miki-san,” he told her, “you asked to be tickled and I have programmed an hour into the computer system for you. I can’t stop it anymore.”
“Kohohohoto-sahahahan, pleeheeheese,” she laughingly begged as the two bigger and two smaller wheels, all with soft brushes, started to tickle the soles of her feet, the larger ones working over the soles, the smaller ones at her toes. Miki arched her back and clenched her fists, grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes. This was a lot more than she had bargained for.
When the wheels retracted from her feet five minutes later, she saw small brushed wheels lower toward her breasts, her belly button and her thigh creases. She thought she would die when they contacted her young skin.
“Naaaaa-haaa-hahaha,” she went on, not even noticing the additional wheels that came into her armpits. She couldn’t even talk anymore, not even form the thought of begging for it to stop, and she pissed herself within the first ten minutes. Soon, the brushes at her feet came into play again, along with feathers in areas the brushes did not tickle.
Master Koto was about to invite Haruki to come for some tea, as the computer was not going to stop for another forty-five minutes or so. He was quite surprised to see a naked Haruki getting up onto the second table and securing herself beside her now hapless laughing and screaming friend.
“I want you to tickle me, Koto-san,” she said, “not with a machine, not even with a brush or a feather, but just with your hands. Please, can you tickle me like that, all over my body.”
“Okay, Haruki-san,” he responded, “we’ll make a game out of it. I will kiss you and then tickle whatever part of you I think of for five minutes using only my fingers.”
Master Koto leaned over Haruki’s face and kissed her lightly. He then moved to her feet and tickled the soles of both feet for the full five minutes. She tried to move her legs and pull her feet away as she screamed even more than she laughed.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she screamed, “Hahaha! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Oh, you are a screamer,” he said, “I like that more than anything!”
After the five minutes, he moved to her face and kissed her again, lingering just a little longer than before. He moved to her ribs and her tummy and kneaded the tender area around her ribs as though he was making bread dough. The skin turned quite red as it was thin immediately over her ribs.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she went on, while from the other table he heard “Nohohoho mohohohore, Kohohohoto-sahahahan, its kihihihiling meheeheehee!”
And so the tickling continued and continued, Miki completing a full hour with the automated system, pissing herself several times, and Haruki having her most sensitive parts massaged and kneaded endlessly for the three quarters of an hour it took until the machinery tickle torturing Miki was finished and retracted away from her.
“You know, Miki, that was so much fun I think I’ll get you another hour,” he told the sweating straining young Japanese girl, as he programmed another two minutes into the computer.
“No-ho-ho, Kohohoto-san,” she screamed, “Aaaaaaaaaah, please, Koto-saaaaaan!”
While Miki was screaming and laughing all over again, he just moved his finger over Haruki’s torso and her breasts. Master Koto was quite taken with this girl. And, of course, Haruki knew it. And liked it.
After the two minutes were up, Master Koto triggered the release switch and helped each of the girls to sit up on the edge of her table. As their breasts and chests heaved, the girls tried to catch their breath. When they were ready, he took them to the beautiful bath area he had built into the complex.
He allowed both girls to lie down on the tile of the bath and he let deliciously warm water run into the bath. He washed both girls from head to toe, using a wonderfully fragrant soap and a large soft sponge. The girls were exhausted and hardly even reacted when he touched such ticklish areas as the soles of their feet. He sat each of the girls up in turn between his spread legs facing away from him, slowly and carefully washing their long hair with a wonderful, thick shampoo, massaging each girl’s neck and shoulders as he did so.
Master Koto then dried them off with wonderful thick towels, taking special care to dry their hair as much as possible, and walked them to a nearby bed chamber equipped with a large king-sized bed. He then exalted in the wet-girl smell emanating from their hair as the girls slept, one on each side of him, their delicious young feet softly against his legs. Soon, though, he too was asleep. A new friendship had been formed. And quite possibly even a new romance had been born.
As Master Koto was seated in the gardens of his new home about an hour’s drive out of Tokyo, relaxing and reading a few magazines and papers, near the little bridge over the koi pond, he heard a young female voice calling to him. At least, it appeared to be him, from the road on the other side of the hedges. It was only about one o’clock in the afternoon and the early summer sun of central Japan was shining brightly.
“Hello, hello sir,” the voice called, “over here, on the road! Can you hear me?”
Master Koto rose from his seat and walked over to the edge of the garden by the hedges along the road. He was surprised to see two very pretty young Japanese girls, perhaps in their twenties, calling to him. One was slightly taller than the other, the extra inch bringing her up perhaps to 5 ft. 4 in. They both had the wonderful long black hair usually seen on Japanese girls. As they both wore skirts and carried briefcases, he surmised that they were college or university students, or perhaps worked in an office or bank in the area..
“Hello,” he said, “how can be of assistance to you?”
“Oh no, kind sir,” said the taller of the two, “we walk down this road quite often to catch the bus to work and we saw your new house as it was being built. There was so much going on and your house is so big that we knew it must be someone quite important moving into the area. My name is Haruki Saito and this is my friend Kimi Sugai.”
“How do you do,” he responded, “I am Yasuhiro Koto. Would you like to come in for some tea, or perhaps some lemonade.”
“We would be honoured, Koto-san,” responded Haruki, then addressing her friend, “come, Kimi, lets have some lemonade, we have lots of time today, it’s Saturday after all.”
“Well, I’m not sure, Haruki,” Kimi said, “are you sure it’s okay?”
“Of course, silly,” she said, “we’ll be fine.”
As Master Koto returned to the house to get some fresh lemonade, the two girls made themselves at home on the seats by the koi pond, giggling at everything in sight as is typical of young Japanese women.
“Here we are, ladies,” Master Koto said, returning with the lemonade, “nice and cold.”
As he served them each a nice big glass of lemonade, along with some cakes from the bake shop in Matsudo, and sat down to chat with them. The girls told him that they attended university in Matsudo and were working on business degrees, being in the second year.
“Koto-san,” asked Haruki, “please forgive a poor girl if she is rude, but would you allow us to see your new house.”
“Of course, Haruki-san, I would be honoured to show you and Kimi-san my house.”
Once they had finished their lemonade and cakes, the three of them proceeded along the walk to the house. The girls admired the gardens and were struck by the size and elegance of the house. Master Koto showed them through the main floor and the upper floor first and then took them to the basement level where there were a home theatre, a den and a library, all decorated in rich dark wood panels.
As he showed the girls his home theatre, Kimi excused herself to go to the toilet. When she was gone, Haruki cuddled a little closer to Master Koto and softly snuggled up against his powerful body. The move was not wasted on him. Then she did something he would never expect a Japanese girl to do – she put her feet up on the leather couch as she snuggled even closer.
It was some time before Kimi returned from the washroom. Master Koto thought that it was to allow Haruki to make a play for his attention. But a very excited Kimi came back into the theatre room.
“Haruki, there is a torture lab!” she started, “Forgive a girl, honorable Koto-san, for I found an elevator near the washroom and I thought that it would bring me back here. Instead, the elevator opened into your beautiful bondage chambers. Please let us see them.”
“Well, Miki, I’m not so sure that would be a good idea,” he said, “after all, we only just met and that is a very special and very intimate place for me. In fact, it is a part of this house that nobody should even know of.”
“It’s okay, Koto-san,” she went on, “Haruki and I are old enough and we have both had sex and been tied up before. Please let us see it.”
“What do you think, Haruki-san,” he asked, “do you want to visit it, too, or shall I send Miki home without seeing the place.”
“Please, Haruki,” Miki pleaded, “it is so cool! There are all kinds of bondage tables and machines, and everything is light blue and silver.”
“Okay, Koto-san,” Haruki offered, “I’ll go too.”
Miki excitedly led the way to the elevator and the three of them rode the elevator down to the lowest secret level of the house. Haruki’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene that unfolded before her – a large underground complex with individual soundproof chambers all done up in baby blue and stainless steel. Each of the chambers had one or two clinical-looking torture machines in it. Haruki recognized some but she had no idea what others might be used for.
“Oh my God!” Haruki exclaimed.
“Come over this way, Haruki,” Miki excitedly urged her friend, “there are two really cool tables in this room with restraints for your arms and legs. Quickly, Haruki, come see!”
The two girls, followed by Master Koto, entered the soundproof room. Inside were two large metal X-shaped tables made of light blue metal and covered on top with light blue leatherette pads. Each table was equipped with foam-lined stainless steel restraints for the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. Along the walls were various cabinets and compartments. Along with lights in the ceiling, there were compartments above each of the tables as well.
Miki immediately climbed up on one of the tables and lay down on her left side, with her hand under her head and her long black hair draped attractively over her neck and shoulders all the way down to the surface of the table.
“Please, Koto-san, let me try this,” she begged, “it is so exciting.”
She turned onto her back and placed her arms and legs along the arms and legs of the table’s surface.
“Please, Koto-san, strap me down,” she pleaded.
“I’m afraid not, Miki-san,” he responded, “this is a tickling table and you would have to be naked for it to work properly. Let’s go back upstairs.”
Miki almost leaped off the table and pulled her sweater up over her head, then took down her skirt and stood before him, as well as Haruki, in her bra and panties.
“I don’t think you want to do that, Miki-san,” he went on, “don’t you need to get home soon.”
“Oh no, Koto-san,” she went on, taking off her bra and then her panties, “we’ve got all day and the whole evening, too.”
Miki climbed back onto the table and placed herself in the proper position onto her back. Without either girl taking notice, Master Koto flipped a switch on a small panel near the table which armed the spring-loaded restraints. As soon as Miki placed an arm or a leg into the restraints, they snapped shut around it. Miki gasped slightly at the sudden locking of the restraints onto her limbs.
“Please, Koto-san, my Master, tickle me!” Miki taunted. She really knew how to play his game.
He reached into one of the nearby cabinets and brought out several feathers. He gave two of them to Haruki and kept two for himself.
“Come on, Haruki-san,” he said, “she asked for it – let’s see how ticklish she is!”
Slowly he started moving his two feathers over her tummy, carefully concentrating on her navel, her abdomen and the creases at the tops of her thighs. Haruki went straight for her armpits.
“Hahahahahaha, teeheeheehee,” Miki started laughing and giggling, “Is that the behehehest you can dohoohoohoo?”
“Haruki-san,” he said, “she’s asking for it – should I start the automated tickling program? It will tickle her all over automatically? We can just watch as the computer tickles her for as long as we want.”
With the agreement of Haruki, Master Koto entered some information into the key board of a nearby computer terminal. Suddenly, a variety of devices came up from below the table and down from compartments in the ceiling. There were mechanical arms with wheels on the ends, some with brushes and some with feathers. Other arms appeared with vibrators on them.
“Koto-san,” Miki called suddenly, “please no – don’t let them tickle me – please let me go now.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miki-san,” he told her, “you asked to be tickled and I have programmed an hour into the computer system for you. I can’t stop it anymore.”
“Kohohohoto-sahahahan, pleeheeheese,” she laughingly begged as the two bigger and two smaller wheels, all with soft brushes, started to tickle the soles of her feet, the larger ones working over the soles, the smaller ones at her toes. Miki arched her back and clenched her fists, grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes. This was a lot more than she had bargained for.
When the wheels retracted from her feet five minutes later, she saw small brushed wheels lower toward her breasts, her belly button and her thigh creases. She thought she would die when they contacted her young skin.
“Naaaaa-haaa-hahaha,” she went on, not even noticing the additional wheels that came into her armpits. She couldn’t even talk anymore, not even form the thought of begging for it to stop, and she pissed herself within the first ten minutes. Soon, the brushes at her feet came into play again, along with feathers in areas the brushes did not tickle.
Master Koto was about to invite Haruki to come for some tea, as the computer was not going to stop for another forty-five minutes or so. He was quite surprised to see a naked Haruki getting up onto the second table and securing herself beside her now hapless laughing and screaming friend.
“I want you to tickle me, Koto-san,” she said, “not with a machine, not even with a brush or a feather, but just with your hands. Please, can you tickle me like that, all over my body.”
“Okay, Haruki-san,” he responded, “we’ll make a game out of it. I will kiss you and then tickle whatever part of you I think of for five minutes using only my fingers.”
Master Koto leaned over Haruki’s face and kissed her lightly. He then moved to her feet and tickled the soles of both feet for the full five minutes. She tried to move her legs and pull her feet away as she screamed even more than she laughed.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she screamed, “Hahaha! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Oh, you are a screamer,” he said, “I like that more than anything!”
After the five minutes, he moved to her face and kissed her again, lingering just a little longer than before. He moved to her ribs and her tummy and kneaded the tender area around her ribs as though he was making bread dough. The skin turned quite red as it was thin immediately over her ribs.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she went on, while from the other table he heard “Nohohoho mohohohore, Kohohohoto-sahahahan, its kihihihiling meheeheehee!”
And so the tickling continued and continued, Miki completing a full hour with the automated system, pissing herself several times, and Haruki having her most sensitive parts massaged and kneaded endlessly for the three quarters of an hour it took until the machinery tickle torturing Miki was finished and retracted away from her.
“You know, Miki, that was so much fun I think I’ll get you another hour,” he told the sweating straining young Japanese girl, as he programmed another two minutes into the computer.
“No-ho-ho, Kohohoto-san,” she screamed, “Aaaaaaaaaah, please, Koto-saaaaaan!”
While Miki was screaming and laughing all over again, he just moved his finger over Haruki’s torso and her breasts. Master Koto was quite taken with this girl. And, of course, Haruki knew it. And liked it.
After the two minutes were up, Master Koto triggered the release switch and helped each of the girls to sit up on the edge of her table. As their breasts and chests heaved, the girls tried to catch their breath. When they were ready, he took them to the beautiful bath area he had built into the complex.
He allowed both girls to lie down on the tile of the bath and he let deliciously warm water run into the bath. He washed both girls from head to toe, using a wonderfully fragrant soap and a large soft sponge. The girls were exhausted and hardly even reacted when he touched such ticklish areas as the soles of their feet. He sat each of the girls up in turn between his spread legs facing away from him, slowly and carefully washing their long hair with a wonderful, thick shampoo, massaging each girl’s neck and shoulders as he did so.
Master Koto then dried them off with wonderful thick towels, taking special care to dry their hair as much as possible, and walked them to a nearby bed chamber equipped with a large king-sized bed. He then exalted in the wet-girl smell emanating from their hair as the girls slept, one on each side of him, their delicious young feet softly against his legs. Soon, though, he too was asleep. A new friendship had been formed. And quite possibly even a new romance had been born.
Last edited:
