Is it a Game?

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	We had been going out for almost a year. We were on the number 4 bus
in suburban Tokyo going to the video store, when she turned to me and said in
her heavily accented English,	“You know SM?”
I didn’t quite know what to say. I knew what she meant, but didn’t want to
know. She had been very inexperienced when I had met her, and I liked to
think of her this way.I replied,	“S&M?”
	“Hai, S-uu and-o M-uu.” She said with a shy smile.
	“I know.” I said simply. I would have corrected her pronunciation
stating that English doesn’t require all words to end in a vowel, but my
brain was desperately searching for words.
	She looked around the bus, making sure no one was listening to our
conversation. S&M was close enough to SM to be understood in either language.
She turned to me once again,	“I want SM video.” She said flatly.
	“Honto?” Truly? I asked.
	The bus was stopping at our stop. I didn’t know what to make of her
suggestion. Was she kidding? Did she really want an S&M movie? What made her
decide she wanted one? Questions running through my mind. What did I think of
this?	We got off the bus, walked toward the video store. She put her arm
around me and begun to skip as I walked.	“You Choice.” She said
through a smile.
	“HUH?”	“You choice.” She repeated.
	We walked into the store. I knew where the adult section was. I had
kidded her occasionally about renting one, her always refusing calling me
skib-be, Japanese for perverted.
	“Hai, dozo.” She mocked as she pointed to the area.
	“OK, but if I’m choosing the movie, you have to go to the counter
andrent it.”
	“Yadda!” She yelled under her breath.
	“Mika!?!” (Mee-ca -- Mi = beautiful – ka = flower or alternately
smell {the Kanji})	“OK, OK.” She agreed.
	I walked into the adult section smiling, and thinking, “A guy could
get to like this.” I looked at all the movies. The names were all written in
Japanese, which I couldn’t read. I could however pick out a section that had
a few movies with SM written in English. I glanced up at the two guys looking
at the wall full of schoolgirl videos. Ten minutes ago, I would have called
them pervs, I thought to myself as I examined the S&M section.
	I couldn’t read any of the tittles or any of the descriptions. So I
picked from the pictures on the cover. I found one that didn’t look too bad.
It didn’t have any blood or Americans on it. There seemed to be a few girls
tied up, but that looked to be about the worst of it. I took the box and
found Mika.
	She had selected a regular movie. I gave her the box and she walked
to the counter. I watched out of the corner of my eye anticipating a
surprised look from the clerk. I was disappointed when none came.
	We walked to the bus stop, well I did. She skipped saying,
“Happy, happy.”
	We decided to stop at the store and pick up some So-chu and Plumb
wine. We then walked back home and slipped back into our Japinglish style of
talking.
	We arrived home and opened the So-Chu, which I mixed with some coke.
She poured herself a glass of the Plumb wine. We decided to watch the SM
video first.
	The first scene was a girl with her arms and legs tied securely to
the chair. There were 3 men in the room, circling the straight-backed chair.
Each was saying something to her. I could only make out a few words. One was
calling her a bitch, that one was the same in both languages (however, the
meaning in Japanese is closer to slut in English). Another said something
about his dick.
	Within a minute, one took out his dick. He began to slap her in the
face with one hand, holding his dick in the other. She was crying. He
laughed. The words were too fast to understand but
the meaning was clear. “Suck it.”
	She shook her head no, and he slapped her again. Finally she agreed.
	I took a sip of my drink and looked at Mika. She was engrossed. Her
full attention given to the TV.
	There were various scenes. One there was a male tied up. He had a
woman in red lace hitting him with a crop.
	I didn’t want to like this movie, I wanted it to disgust me.
Everything in my Christian background shouted, “turn it off.” I didn’t. I
liked it. I couldn’t help it. I was aroused by what was going on. I drank
more quickly. Mika refreshed both of our drinks between each scene.
	Soon the movie was over. I looked at Mika. She smiled, got up again,
lit some candles, refilled our glasses, and put in the regular movie. She
came over and sat on my lap. We kissed deeply.
	She was unusually aggressive almost ripping my shirt as she pulled it
over my head. She then unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off of me. I was
in my glory. I moved to take her shirt off but she stopped me, instead doing
it herself. Then removing her jeans, leaving her in just in her sexy purple
colored bra and panties. I stared at her beautifully shaped breasts as if I’d
never seen them before. The glow of the candles allowed you to see through
the bra just enough that you knew you needed to see more.
	Then she did something I really didn’t expect. She found a scarf
laying someplace and tied it around my face.
	“Nani!?” What? I asked.
	“Nan-da-bonai” Nothing, she replied.
	My boxers came off. I didn’t fight. I heard her slipping out of her
under clothes also. I smiled to myself as I felt her on top of me. I wanted
to see her, but at the same time it was so exciting not being able to. I felt
her put me into herself. She moaned and so did I.
	The pain came with no warning. One second we were moaning together,
the next I was holding in a scream. I moved my hands to protect my bare chest
and stomach. I didn’t know what it was for a split second but then in a flash
it was all there. The movie, the candles, the blindfold. She had dripped the
candle wax on my chest! I reached up blindly, trying to grab the candle.
	She must have already put it down because in an instant she was
holding my arms behind my head and riding me as she had never done before.
She pressed her pelvis down, grinding it in a circular motion. As her hips
came up and I heard her moving something behind me.
	She was removing my belt from my pants. I could hear the clinking of
the Navy issue. She nimbly wrapped the one size fits all belt I had always
wore in protest to the mandatory belt policy the Navy had for off base
liberty around my wrists, then around the leg of the table. She quickly
clasped and drew it tight.
	The table was light and I could have easily lifted it. The problem
was that if I lifted it my hands would be at the top. I couldn’t get the belt
under the leg, but did I want to?
	I was still in her. I felt her leaning back and putting one hand on
my ankle for support. I pushed up with my ass, to get into her deeper.
	She immediately leaned forward and grabbed me by my neck and shouted,
	“Yadda!” No!
	I allowed myself to relax. She moved with skill she had never shown
before. I couldn’t see her but knew that was why she felt so free.
	I was relaxed now. Trusting she was just living out some never spoken
fantasy. She moved her hands from my triceps to my underarms. It was a light,
soft, feminine touch.
	When her soft fingers reached my ticklish underarms she dug her nails
in deeply and raked them down my side.
	I let out a gasp, I heard her moan and felt her tighten around my
dick as she came. She moved her body up and down, deep in her orgasm. I was
just getting over the pain of her nails when she leaned back painfully far.
Bending me in an unnatural position.
        I moaned in pain, she moaned in apparent ecstasy. Just as my penis
was becoming accustomed to being bent almost straight down, the sharp heat
returned.
        She was pouring wax at the base of my cock! I instinctively tried to
move my hands down to protect myself, as I bent my knees. Trying to curl up
into the fetal position. I only succeeded in dragging the table with my hands
and hitting myself in the head with it.
        I heard her giggle. She was laughing at me! That was it! No more of
this game! I clasped my hands together and pushed my wrists apart. The belt
tightened, but I hoped that there was enough slack for me to slip my ands
out. There was. I quickly freed one hand and ripped off my blindfold.
        The first thing I saw was that she had scratched across her own
breasts hard enough to draw blood. I was afraid to see what my sides
lookedlike.
        I freed my other hand and easily flipped her 5’2” 98 pound frame
over. I got on top of her and sat on her legs to prevent movement. I roughly
grabbed her arms and held them together with one hand as I used the other to
place the belt around her wrists in much the same way she had done to me.
        “You like this?” I asked playfully.She only smiled.
	“Good” I said.
	I moved between her legs, and pushed into her in one hard thrust. I
began to fuck her while looking into her eyes. I had never actually fucked
her like this before. I wasn’t making love, I wasn’t trying to make her feel
good. I was trying to hurt her with my dick.
	She moaned, “I-tai” or it hurts.
	“Good.” I smiled, and fucked harder and deeper.
	I reached for the candle and showed it to her. She looked up.
	“You like?” I asked.	“Wa-konnai.” I don’t know she replied.
I poured just one drop, my aim better than expected, hitting her right on her
erect nipple. She sucked air through her teeth.
	“You like that don’t you?” I said only half asking.
	“Hai, John Sama” came the reply.
	“Sama? What does that mean?”
I stopped so she could answer me. Still in her, I waited for the answer.
	“It like tittle worker use for boss. Olden time. Now no use, sometime
maid use for her boss.”	“So, it’s like Sir? I asked.
	“Hmm, no, sir like san. More friendly. Sama much more formal. Ohhhh,
I don’t know English word.” she whined.
	“American olden time, black man call white man what?”
	“Slaves?” I asked.
	“Hai”
	“Master I would guess”	“Hai, Sama is like Master.”
	“Ahhh….” I said with understanding.
	I kissed her lovingly. Held her in my arms. I reached back and pulled
her knees up to he chest.
	She had never let me do this because she said it hurt too much. I
figured this was a good way to test what she had just implied. Keeping my
hands on her knees, I pushed deeper than I had ever been able to. I felt my
dick hit her cervix and pushed against it. I backed off some.
	“Dai-jo-bu?” You OK? I asked.
	A nod.
	I moved her ankles to my shoulders and pushed harder, but slow and
soft. She grimaced in pain.  As I felt myself hitting that wall I reached for
the candle once again. Her eyes were closed as she tried to tolerate the
pain. I backed off.
	“Mika”
	“Hai.” She said as she opened her eyes.
	As soon as she saw the candle I turned it upside-down. Her eyes
opened wide as the wax fell from the candle to her bare breasts. As she
gasped for air her muscled contracted and tightened around my rock hard dick
and I slammed it into her. She screamed in agony as I kept the candle
sideways, a steady stream of wax coming off.
        I replaced the candle on the table, put her legs into a more natural
position and held her tightly. As I hugged and kissed her I moved in and out
slowly.
        After a few minutes she rolled me over and began to bounce on top of
me as if she was a machine made to fuck. I squeezed her nipples harder than I
would have normally and used them to control how much or little she leaned
forward. Varying the pressure to both myself and to her clitoris.
        I was ready to cum. I lifted my knees to lift her off of me. She
immediately jumped off, knowing I was about to come. Not part of the norm was
her going down on me. She sucked hard as I spurted into her mouth, squeezing
my balls painfully hard. I looked down at her and to my surprise saw her eyes
looking up at me as well.
        She swallowed me for the first time that night. But, would it be the
last?
        We laid there in each other’s arms for a long time. Shared a
cigarette. Talked softly about the fact that we had missed the second movie
we had started just prior to our little game. The screen was black now, the
movie over. I heard the pitter patter of rain on her small balcony.
        “Do you have clothes on the line?” I asked.
She jumped up and grabbed a robe.
        “No robe.” I stated, wondering if the game was over or not.
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