Kuroki-san's Slave

Chapter 1I saw her first at a leather convention in San Francisco. She stood apart from everyone and talked with a couple other Mistresses and Masters. She had jet-black hair that was pinned up in a French Twist with long jeweled hair pins. She was slightly taller than me and had the air of a Domme. Her clothes were perfectly fitted to her stunning body and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes gave her a majestic look that set her apart from the rest of the crowd. “Who is that woman?” I asked my friend, Tracie. She looked the way I was nodding and thought for a moment. “Her name is Yuriko Kuroki, I think…I hope I’m pronouncing it right. She’s from somewhere in New York.” “This is a long ways from New York,” I observed. “There aren’t that many from out of this area. This is only a regional convention, not a big national one.” “She’s talking with Master Russell. He’s from somewhere on the East Coast, too.” Master Russell was one of the ALA officers. A lot of the top officers from ALA were here. The American Leather Association was the big b**m club in the nation. “Is she an officer?” I asked. “I don’t think so. She’s doing that Kinbaku demonstration tonight.” My eyes must have been saucer-size. “I’ve heard of that, but only seen pictures.” Kinbaku was a form of Japanese bondage. I’d read about it and seen photos and videos, but I’d never seen it done live. I had noticed the description of the demo in the program and checked it off as one of the things I wanted to see. “Are you going to it?” Tracie asked. I nodded as I watched Mistress Yuriko and Master Russell laugh over something. “If you want to be introduced to her, I can ask Flair,” Tracie said. Mistress Flair was her Mistress. “No, no,” I declined the offer. “If it’s meant to be it will happen by itself.” “Oh, come on, Mish. Are you scared of her?” I shook my head. “I don’t know her well enough to be afraid of her.” We both laughed. “I heard she’s looking for volunteers to help her tonight,” Tracie said. “I don’t know if she’s found any yet. Why don’t you ask?” Hmm. That is an exciting idea. Learning about something by doing it is always more instructive than just watching it done. “Think I should?” “Why not?” And so, I approached Mistress Yuriko. When she finished speaking with another Mistress, she turned to look at me. “Yes?” “Excuse me, Mistress Yuriko, but have you found enough volunteers for tonight?” I asked. She smiled as she scanned my body. I studied her face…such a beautiful woman. It took my breath away to be this close. Her makeup was absolutely perfect. “No, not the right ones yet. Are you volunteering?” “Yes, ma’am, I am.” “You’re not collared, are you?” she asked, eyeing my neck. “No, I’m not. I’m currently free.” She nodded thoughtfully. “Come to my suite at six o’clock. I’ll choose my models then. I’m in 1207.” “Thank you. I’ll be there.” I went to a couple demonstrations and grabbed a bite to eat. This was an expensive event. I probably could have stayed at home and come here during the days. I lived across the city, but half the fun was meeting everyone and staying in this hotel so I could catch the late night and before-breakfast happenings. Besides, what else did I have to spend my money on? I was currently single and didn’t go out much. * * * * I’d seen a b**m group in a Pride Parade about five years ago and went to several of their meetings. I’d met a lot of people and learned a lot about the leather lifestyle. I even went to some of their play-parties…just to observe. It felt exciting and when one of the Mistresses asked me to play, I gladly negotiated a scene. It had started wonderfully and I felt like I’d found the thing I’d been looking for all my life. She had flogged me and the feeling of the leather strands hitting my back was awesome. When she had stopped, I’d thought is that all? It ended much too soon. I wanted it to go on and on. I wanted someone to bring tears to my eyes. Perhaps I was looking for some catharsis in my life. I wasn’t sure from what. I’d watched others at the parties. Everyone seemed to be getting what they wanted. Everyone but me. When I had discussed it with one of the Dommes a few weeks later, she’d told me that it was because I was a deep masochist and would have to find a top-level sadist to satisfy me. I’d have to be careful, though, because if a sadist didn’t observe or respect limits, I could be badly injured. I had looked around for a couple years, but never found the right person. I was beginning to think I should give up and go back to being vanilla, but that didn’t feel right either. The vanilla dykes I’d dated were all so boring in bed. I seldom came from their ministrations. There were even times I thought I should probably stop all this foolishness and become celibate. That would be the last resort. * * * * At 5:30 P.M., I was pacing around my hotel room. I’d showered for the second time today and put on clean clothes: jeans and a polo shirt. I suppose I should get there early. I locked my room, put the keycard in my back pocket, and went to the elevators that would take me to her floor. I was early; it was only 5:45 P.M. I didn’t want to seem impatient, so I sat down on the floor outside the suite. A few minutes later a woman walked up. I’d seen her at several other sessions. “Hi,” she said. “She’s not in?” “I don’t know. She said six and it’s only 5:50.” I held my hand out. “I’m Mishy.” She shook my hand and sat down beside me on the floor. “I’m Lace.” “I didn’t want to appear pushy so I’m waiting,” I explained. We sat there silently. A guy walked down the corridor. “What ‘cha waiting for?” he asked. “It’s not six yet,” I explained to him. “It’s only five minutes early. Let’s see,” he knocked on her door. There was no answer. He shrugged and leaned against the wall to wait with us. Three other young people walked up. “Hi. Are you waiting for Mistress Yuriko?” We each nodded. “Did anyone knock on the door?” one asked. “Yes, I did,” the first guy said. A newcomer pursed her lips but didn’t say anything. She sank down on the floor beside Lace and me. The other two; a man and a woman, stood against the wall. Finally, the door swung open and I got to my feet. Lace and the new girl followed me. A young man in his early twenties stood there. He smiled at us. “Are you all here to help with the demonstration?” We each nodded. “Which of you knocked five minutes ago,” he asked. “I did,” the guy admitted. “Then you’ll have to leave. You must have patience and precision to work with Mistress Yuriko. When she states a time, she means it. She does not like to be rushed. It disrupts the dharma. The others of you; come inside.” The man who had knocked looked like he wanted to object, but on second thought decided this wasn’t the place for him. The young man held the door back as Lace, the new people, and I entered. We walked into the sitting room. “Fill out these forms, please. Mistress Yuriko will be with you in a few minutes.” He turned and went into the other room. Lace and I looked at each other and shrugged. All five of us sat down to fill out the forms. It was a normal application questionnaire: name, address, phone number, age, height, weight, did we have any physical limitations or had we ever had any injuries. There were questions about our professional life, how long we’d been involved with b**m, were we or had we ever been collared, and several minor b**m questions. It took a few minutes to complete. I had just finished the application when the door opened and Mistress Yuriko stepped out of the bedroom. She had on a beautiful light green silk kimono. “Thank you for coming to audition,” she said. “May I see your papers?” We each rushed to hand her ours. She looked through them, thoughtfully. “Stand in front of the couch,” she said. I stood up straight as the other four took their places beside me. “Which one of you is Shadow?” Mistress Yuriko asked after moment. A newcomer raised her hand. “You state here that you had an ACL injury once.” “Yes, Ma’am. It was operated on and it’s healed. That was three years ago.” She indicated a scar on her right leg. “I’m afraid I can’t use you. I’m sorry, but I won’t take the chance. This is quite rigorous on the joints, especially the knees.” Shadow sighed. “I understand, ma’am. I’m sorry, too,” she said. “Now, do you others have any joint problems?” “No, ma’am,” we all answered. “Reach down to touch your toes.” We did. “Squat,” she ordered. We did. The man moaned softly as we stood up. He was slower than the rest of us. “I’m sorry,” Yuriko said to him. “I can’t use you either.” The guy sighed. Yuriko held her hand out to the third girl and led her into the bedroom. Lace and I looked at each other as we sat down onto the sofa. As the two who had been rejected started to leave, Shadow whispered, “Have a good time.” “Thanks. I’m sorry you couldn’t be considered,” Lace said. They nodded and closed the door softly behind them. About five minutes later, Yuriko opened the door and the other woman walked out. She beckoned to Lace, who got up and walked into the bedroom. The door was closed. “Well, I’m still in the running,” the girl said. She held out her hand. “I’m Tex,” she drawled. Her voice sounded southern and had that cowhand twang to it. I shook it. “Mishy.” We sat there in nervous silence and waited. Five minutes later, Mistress Yuriko and Lace returned. Yuriko looked at the paper in her hand. “You’re Mishy?” she asked. “Yes, Mistress.” “Mishy is an uncommon name in the English-speaking world.” “It’s short for Micheleen.” She considered it for a moment. “You should use your full name. It has a better feeling. Come.” She ushered me into the other room. “Hold your arms out to the side,” she said as she closed the door. I did. “And take your shirt off.” She stepped up to me, after I had lifted my shirt over my head, and inspected my breasts. “Are you a submissive or a masochist?” “A masochist, Mistress Yuriko.” “Have you ever seen Kinbaku-bi before?” “I’ve only seen pictures.” “Do you get vertigo easily?” “No, Ma’am.” “And you wrote that you are not afraid of heights.” “No. I tend to enjoy them.” She started walking around me, inspecting my body. “Where did you grow up, Micheleen?” “In Nebraska, Ma’am.” She frowned. “Nebraska is a rather flat state, isn’t it? Where did you learn to enjoy heights?” “When we visited my grandmother in Montana. I love to rock climb.” “And you wrote that you’re not afraid of closed places or the dark.” “No.” She wrapped her hands around my ribs and pressed hard. “You work at a college?” “A junior college, ma’am,” I answered. “Are you a teacher?” “No, I work in the administration office as assistant to the registrar.” She studied me for a moment. “Do you enjoy your job?” I had to smile. “At times.” “What times don’t you enjoy it?” “I don’t like crowds or a lot of noise.” “There will be quite a crowd there tonight and they’ll be noisy at times.” “Will I have to talk to them?” “No. You’ll focus only on me.” “Then I’ll be fine. I hate talking to a lot of people and I get flustered when several ask me questions at the same time.” “You’ll have to trust me completely, no matter what I do.” I nodded. She had me bend and stretch into different directions. “Do you have a safe word? “Yes, Nebraska.” “And do you have a trigger point that gets you into submission?” “Yes, ma’am. Wrap your hand around my throat and stare into my eyes. That usually does it.” “And can you call your safe word when you’re in that zone?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’ve never had to.” “All right. I’ll use you as a suspension model.” “Thank you, Mistress Yuriko.” I replaced my shirt as she led me out into the sitting room. “Ladies,” she said when Lace and Tex stood up, “I’ll start the demonstration with the two of you, and show several types of bondage. Then I’ll do a suspension with Micheleen. Now, do any of you have anything you must do before the demonstration?” We looked at each other as we shook our heads. She nodded and turned toward the other bedroom. “Daisuke?” she called. In just a moment, the same young man appeared in the open door. He didn’t look oriental, although he had a Japanese name. He had very short light brown hair. “They’ll need pants, tar, and robes,” she said and he went into the kitchen area. Then she turned back to us. “Please remove your clothing,” Yuriko told us. After we were naked, she said, “Unfortunately, the laws here say we can’t expose your genitalia. We must cover your n*****s, too.” She held her hand out and Daisuke handed her a jar and a small spatula. “I’ll paint you or you can paint yourselves or each other. Your choice.” “You can do me, Mistress,” I said, stepping forward. She opened the jar and spread the black material on both my n*****s. Lace and Tex also stepped forward and we were all covered in no time. Daisuke handed us pairs of black panties and we put them on. They were an elasticized silk and fit us like gloves. They weren’t tight but I could feel they wouldn’t move. They stayed in place with every move I made. “Sit down.” She went on to explain what would happen tonight. “You must trust that everything I tell you to do is a necessity. If you don’t want to do it, then the demonstration will end. Will you trust me?” “Yes,” Lace murmured. “Of course,” I said. Tex nodded. “I will start your binding here, Micheleen. It will save time.” Daisuke, handed her a hank of black rope. “Stand,” she said, looking at me and I got to my feet. Her movements were quick and precise. In less than fifteen minutes, I had the rope around my upper ribs, over my shoulders, and around my breasts. My breasts were pulled forward with my n*****s sticking out. They were tight but not uncomfortable and the ropes were neatly lined up next to each other. The knots were very precise. It was like I had on a rope sweater that had been woven just for me. “It’s time to go,” was all she said. She nodded as Daisuke handed us each a black silk robe. “Put those on to walk through the hotel.” She walked to the door and out into the hallway as we hurried into our robes and followed her, still tying the sashes around us.