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
