by Lila Mina
Upbeat music in her ears, Lana took off her pumps, put away her business jacket and bag, and went first to the kitchen for a large glass of chilled barley tea. She picked up her mail on the counter, and while she was busy opening it, she walked out to go to her room. As tired and distracted as she was, she was deaf and blind to her surroundings.
She slammed into a wall right when she stepped out of the kitchen. While everything in her hands flew around and clattered on the ground, for the second time in less than one hour, someone deftly caught her and kept her on her feet. When she registered who it was, Lana wished she had hit her head unconscious on the floor instead.
“I… Inoue shihan, my… my apologies…” Lana blurted out in a strangled voice. With their respective status, she was supposed to kneel to greet him, but he had yet to let go of her. In the back, Honda and Yuki stood, somber and mute, startled by her appearance.
“Martin san. I was on my way out, but the coincidence is fortunate,” Inoue grunted. “We can address this highly problematic situation once and for all. I will talk with you now. Alone,” he added with a slight head move toward the owners of the house, ordering them to stay put.
Not waiting for her reply, he steered her to the nearest tatami room. Lana didn’t even have the time to glance at her two companions. Panic squeezed her throat.
“Sit,” Inoue ordered before closing the sliding door behind them and facing her. He waited several minutes in silence, and her discomfort grew with each breath she took.
“Yesterday, you managed to be honest with me while expertly hiding the fact of the matter. My congratulations, you seemed to have adopted some specific Japanese talents. Honda san’s teachings are numerous,” Inoue said with heavy sarcasm. “But no more games. I will demand the same from you as I did from him a moment ago: the bare, unedited truth. Answer me now. Are you here of your free will, or do you feel coerced to do… whatever it is you do?”
Silence fell again in the room. Lana stared at Inoue, dumbfounded, before finding her voice. “Is this… Is this your main concern, Inoue shihan?” Lana asked, leaning forward. “My freedom, my consent? Not what I do, nor why…?”
Inoue growled with impatience. “I know what you are here for, and why. I already told you. I know him. As for the rest, the only thing which matters is your full and absolute consent. Stop being so evasive! I will protect you and cut all bonds between the two of you if needed. I made this clear before you arrived, and he will not dare oppose me.”
Relief washed over Lana who straightened up and bowed. “I am grateful for your concern and care, Inoue shihan. I swear to you I am here of my own will. Not only have I accepted everything freely, but my limits are respected and enforced at all times.” Lana looked down, embarrassed. “The truth is, I realize I need this as much as he does, and it is by far not just his issues that are being addressed, but also mine.”
Inoue pinched his lips and remained silent for a while, watching her critically. “This is what he alluded to; while he sounded honest, I didn’t wish to take any risk. I had to confront you. It was fortunate that you showed up like this. Do you live here now?”
“I do. Ever since the earthquake. But only a handful of people are aware of it, and nobody at our dojo or in our families.” Lana hesitated. “Dojo-cho, may I ask you something?” He grunted. “How… how did you guess?” Her voice trailed off, her throat constricted. “Has anything like this happened before?”
Inoue’s face softened. “No, never. But his usual mood and behavior have changed, which told me a lot given what I know. And then, I learned about your unusual training regimen and I had a hunch. Your fidgety behavior yesterday raised flags. My conversation with him today confirmed everything. Very well, then. Honda san!” He called out with a booming voice.
Honda stepped inside, sat down next to Lana, his head bowed at a slight angle. Inoue crossed his arms over his chest and stared them down.
“Honda san. You have here a loyal and dutiful lady, and I believe her to be sincere. I cannot approve you chose one of your students, a mudansha on top of it. But she is no young, gullible girl, doesn’t look like she can be easily impressed, and she has the necessary nerves and spine to handle you. Of course, it would have been more sensible to come to me at first for my permission. But what was done is done and… given that everyone involved–including your wife–is in agreement, I will stay away from this.”
Inoue let silence settle in again. Honda was as still as a statue. “However, a word of warning, Honda san: I will keep a close eye on the dojo morale and above all on Martin san. If I have any doubt as to her well-being, this will end right away, and I will make you pay for it. Don’t you forget your own duty toward her.”
With those words, Inoue stood, and Honda and Lana bowed to the ground until he had left the room. Then Honda got up and followed him into the hall to see him out. Lana remained behind, trying to wrap her head around what had transpired.
Five minutes later, both Honda and Yuki joined her. She was pale while her husband’s face was unreadable. The three of them remained silent for a while, mulling over the storm that had gathered over their heads in a few hours, only to dissipate like a morning fog.
“Lana san,” Honda had never sounded so tired. “Let me express my sincere appreciation for how you handled this situation. Inoue shihan came unannounced one hour ago, and it was impossible to let you know.”
“Maybe it was for the best…” Lana mused aloud. “Everything was sorted out, and he could sense my heartfelt sincerity. But I should have waited for your return last night to share with you my trouble after my disturbing conversation with him last night. I was clinging to the hope that it was my paranoia talking. It didn’t make any sense for him to have grounds to be so suspicious.”
“You were not aware of the deep and complex ties binding us. As he was keen to point out, I should have come clear with him, and introduced you, at the very least when you moved here.”
Lana was startled. “Ah, but forgive me for asking, but why is it all right and even important for Inoue shihan to know, but vital to keep it from everyone else, especially your families?”
Honda pinched his lips. Preempting his terse reaction, Yuki piped in. “Our families are another issue. We will cross those bridges if we need to. It will not go down like this with them because the stakes and consequences are markedly different. But I am glad Inoue shihan is now aware of you sharing our lives.”
Her husband stiffened with disapproval. Yuki sighed and bowed. “I beg your pardon for my poor choice of words. Aware of you entering goshujin sama’s service,” she amended.
“While he made it clear you may count on his support, do not expect him to show you any special favor during your next test,” Honda warned.
“Of course not. I am well aware of the specific scope of his offer.”
Honda grunted and stood up. “I will go and engage in overdue meditation. Lana san, join me later in the dojo. There were several issues with your techniques yesterday evening.” Lana hid her grimace and bowed in acceptance, watching him leave the room. This would be tough and would only work if she took a power nap right away.
“Well, I could use a cup of relaxing green tea. I am going to prepare some sencha,” Yuki said. “Would you like a cup yourself?”
“Not for now, thank you. Please excuse me for a while. I came home earlier than scheduled because I am exhausted today. Tea will be quite welcome before my practice session though.”
Yuki moved to stand up but then changed her mind and sat next to Lana. Like earlier, she cupped her cheek and made her younger partner look at her.
“Don’t fret or lose sleep over matters which are out of your hands,” she admonished her in a low whisper. “You are blameless for what happened today, for the choices and decisions made by others decades ago. It is important you grasp sensitive issues, but not every problem he must face is yours to solve.”
Yuki’s lips brushed her companion’s. “I hope you haven’t forgo
tten our plans for tonight, and that you will feel refreshed and be full of stamina again… because you will need it. I have a surprise for you, I will bring it to your room later,” she added before catching her lover’s bottom lip with her teeth and tugging at it.
Lana sighed and relaxed into her mistress’ comforting and sensual embrace. “Thank you oku sama,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see it.” Yuki smiled against her mouth and left her alone. Lana sighed; after rubbing her eyes, she headed for her room.
She woke up less than an hour later and stretched her arms above her head. Sleeping had done wonders for her overall physical and mental state, and she put her earlier exhaustion on the stressful situation with Inoue, dehydration and her restless night. To her delight, she discovered cold-brewed sencha and a handful of rice snacks next to her futon, another proof of Yuki’s thoughtfulness. The precious beverage would help her focus during her upcoming training session.
There was also a small package beautifully wrapped in soft and silky paper, with a card on top of it. Yuki’s elegant writing. ‘Wear this tonight, under your little black dress, but don’t open it now’. Curbing her curiosity, Lana set aside the gift and took the time to enjoy two cups of tea while contemplating the stone garden outside her window.
She changed into her dogi and trotted to the dojo. Kneeling at the entrance, she proceeded with the ritual salutations and waited until Honda formally acknowledged her. Her instructor was practicing jusan jo kata, a solo performance combining a series of thirteen defense moves using a long staff. This was still much too complex for her to perform, as she knew four of those techniques, but only approximately.
She didn’t know for how long he had been at it, but as she watched with utter fascination, Honda went through the entire motion five times in a row, each time faster than before, until coming to a halt in the appropriate final stance. He faced the main wall and bowed to the Founder, symbolically offering him his staff back, before replacing it on the weapon rack and sitting down, turning toward Lana. She hastened to join him.
“Lana san, yesterday your footwork and hip movements were hesitant at best on many forms of ryote dori. As a result, you still wrestle your way through the technique using your strength to compensate for your poor execution. We will go through all fifteen defenses that you know, in both static and fluid stances. Let’s begin, onegaishimasu.”
Training went by in a blur and Lana ended up drenched in perspiration, struggling to keep her panting in check. To her annoyance, the feeling of dizziness was coming back, even if it was much lighter than earlier.
“Let’s stop here for today, your technique has improved, but I want you to focus on these issues in the coming weeks, understood? Also, you should work on your endurance. The weather is getting uncomfortable and warm, and you are sensitive to it, but your stamina could be better.”
“Yes, Sensei, thank you,” Lana acknowledged and bowed.
She couldn’t wait for a long and thorough cool shower, as well as something to eat. Honda returned her bow, and this signaled the end of their training session. His body language shifted subtly, his physical presence became much more pressing, it was no longer her instructor in front of her. A delicious tingle spread from her core.
“I understand Yuki has planned something for us tonight,” her master continued with a deeper voice. “It has been too long indeed since the three of us were together. After dinner, please prepare yourself and come to my bedroom.” Lana bowed again, this time even more deeply.
“It will be my pleasure, goshujin sama, I am looking forward to it.”
“As am I. You are dismissed.”
4 A Birthday Gift
Dinner was a simple affair the trio wrapped up faster than usual; a familiar tension hummed amongst them. After excusing herself, Lana hurried to her room to open Yuki’s gift.
The package revealed a beautiful set of black and royal blue silk panties with a matching lace bra. A blush colored her cheeks while a whirlpool of emotions made her head spin. Clearly expensive, the ensemble was hot and sexy, but also elegant and classy. The perfect reflection of Yuki’s deep care and desire. Lana removed the two pieces of garment from their package. A heavy object fell on the tatami.
From pink, her cheeks turned purple, and a shot of arousal turned her wet. She picked up a scarlet butt plug, with a girth slightly above average. More preparation than usual seemed to be required for whatever her mistress had in mind. Drawing a shaky breath, Lana took off her clothes and put on her new underwear. Although it was the right size, the bra felt a little tight. Changing hooks did the trick and she could breathe more easily. Her eyes met her reflection in her vanity mirror and widened in surprise.
Who is this? A remarkable feeling of sensuality and strength emanated from the woman staring back at her. Her lingerie was a perfect fit for her curvy, solid body shape. The semi-transparent black fabric didn’t hide her trimmed brown bush or her pink nipples.
Her intensive training had left a significant imprint. Her stomach was much flatter than a few weeks before, and even without flexing her arms, her biceps were now salient, the result of the extra rounds of push-ups she had to do before every practice.
Although quite obvious, the long gash made by Honda’s blade on her upper arm was healing nicely, much faster and neater than expected. Teeth marks on her neck, older bluish bruises on her shoulders and inside her thighs, all left by possessive grips, stood out.
Lana touched the mirror and her smirk turned into a sharp grin. For a submissive to such demanding masters, power and self-confidence pumped in her system; her body language testified of it.
A glance at her clock told her she’d better hurry up to get properly ready. A tube of lube at hand, Lana lay on her futon to apply a generous quantity on her tight hole and her new toy. She sighed in pleasure as her fingers relaxed her ring of muscles. When she pushed the plug inside, a low moan passed her lips. Unable to resist, she began to rub her clit, slowly at first and then faster and rougher.
In her mind, she lay her back against Honda’s comfortable chest. Sprawled between his thick legs, her nipples twisted by his fingers, she offered to Yuki the spectacle of playing with herself. Perhaps her mistress would choose to lap her juices or probe her puckered hole. Or she would decide to hold her legs apart firmly to expose her while Lana came hard for her.
That last image did it. A violent climax made her bit her hand and drench her new panties. With any luck, nobody would complain. After all, she had received no instruction against it. Otherwise, she would be in for a punishment… and that would be perfectly fine, too.
Standing up on shaky legs, she winced; time to get used to moving with a foreign object inserted in her most private place. She put on the black and scandalous dress her companions loved so much and walked to the other wing of the house.
After kneeling behind the sliding door of Honda’s bedroom, she softly knocked, walked inside on her knees, and closed the door behind her before bowing low to the ground. Waiting for her at the center of the room, Honda and Yuki returned the gesture in kind.
“Good evening little mudansha, please join us.” Honda’s velvety voice sent shivers along her spine. She stood up and was about to kneel again just in front of her masters, but Honda raised his hand. “No, remain standing. Yuki san, please take this outrageous dress off. Take your time… Enjoy it.”
“It will be my great pleasure, goshujin sama,” Yuki replied with a broad smile before going behind her sub. “Let me help you with this, neko chan,” Yuki whispered in Lana’s ear, biting her lobe in passing. “Although this little thing suits you perfectly, you are wearing way too much. Show me how my gift fits you.”
Lana sighed with pleasure and relaxed in her embrace. A hot mouth began to kiss and lick every single inch of her uncovered skin. The black dress fell on the floor, revealing the beautiful lingerie set. To her utmost satisfaction, Honda’s eyes transformed into two dark pools of lust, and his fists tightened on his thighs.
/> “Oh, beautiful... this suits you even better than I hoped,” Yuki purred from behind. Lana turned her head toward her mistress, and her mouth grazed Yuki’s delicate neck.
“I absolutely love it… the colors, the texture, the cut… everything. Thank you so much oku sama.”
“It would be nothing without you wearing it, it was simply designed for your sensual body. Don’t you agree, goshujin sama? Does my choice please you?” Yuki asked with a sultry voice.
“You have always had a keen eye and impeccable taste, Yuki san. This suits her... perfectly,” Honda replied, voice gruff. Lana did her best to repress a smug smile. She wouldn’t get more praise than this from him.
“And… you found my other present, too. Perfect,” Yuki continued, deft fingers slipping inside Lana’s panties. She chuckled; agile fingers easily slipped between slick nether lips, making Lana groan. “Oh, you enjoyed putting it on, didn’t you? Naughty kitten...”
“Oh yes… oku sama… I thought of you when I did, I couldn’t help myself… Such poor self-control…” Lana moaned and bucked her pelvis; encouraged, Yuki plowed her pussy.
“Yuki san, stop for now,” Honda ordered; his companions groaned in frustration. “Lana san, come closer.” Lana approached him on trembling legs until her crotch covered by her soaked panties was at face level. “Yuki san, have you prepared your accessories?” Honda asked as his index finger went past Lana’s engorged lips to reach her dripping core.
“I have them right here.”
“Undress yourself and take them out,” Honda ordered. His steely gaze pinning Lana, he inserted a second then a third finger, making a hook to pull her toward his mouth. Eyes shut, she whimpered. “Grind yourself on my face, the way you want. Give Yuki a nice show. Make yourself come like this, describe what I am doing to you.”
“Yes, goshujin sama,” Lana exhaled, her mind and body already aflame.
Honda pulled her panties aside, and Lana straddled his shoulders. He leaned backward, holding himself on his elbows, to allow her feet to touch the ground. Hips rotating, she pressed on his nose and mouth. He thrusted a hungry tongue inside her.
