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PART ONE - JONATHAN’S FIRST VISIT
Jonathan Birdwhistle had been driving for several hours before his arrival at the plain blue building on La Hacienda Boulevard in Los Angeles. He had delivered his wife and children to one of the theme parks and made his way along the Ventura and San Diego freeways to the very special facility. Even now he did not believe that such a place could exist. His hands were sweaty, probably from the combination of the drive and the activity on which he was about to embark. It was not often that he would get nervous but today was an exception.
He had found this particular facility on the Internet, through a special interest forum that he had subscribed to for some years. With a passion, almost an obsession, for tickling girls and a dream of tickling young women in bondage, he had always been very frustrated. Certainly, he could sneak a tickle on his wife or playfully grab his daughter and tickle her for a few seconds, but he wanted more. He wanted to tickle torture a young woman for a considerable length of time, not just a few seconds, and he wanted her to be helpless to resist as he did so. Having driven around the area, up and down this section of La Hacienda Boulevard several times, nearly having second thoughts about his planned adventure, he walked up to the door.
This was not the first time he had misgivings about his plan. Before he left his Canadian home for Los Angeles, he had thought about backing out. This was, after all, a real young woman he was about to tickle torture. No longer was it only an imaginary figure in his writings on the Internet. When he was told that the young woman he intended to tickle torture was Japanese, though, his fears were overcome by his desire. He had a very special love for Asian girls and for Japanese girls more than any other. How he had wished to be with some of the young Japanese women he had seen at the Canadian airports and resorts, not to mention Tokyo itself on his several visits to Japan. His desire to play with a Japanese girl, to tie her up and to tickle her was a hundred times stronger than his perceived need to back out of his plan.
He rubbed his sweaty palms together and lifted his trembling hand to the intercom button outside of the building. He pushed the little white plastic button. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door to the establishment was unlocked. He swallowed hard and entered the building.
“Hello,†said a pretty blonde lady who appeared to be in her thirties, “may I help you?â€
“Well, yes, miss,†he said, “I called from Canada last week to make an appointment to spend some time with Sachi who I understand is working today.â€
“Yes, of course,†she said, “I think she just came out of a session, though, and she needs to take a break. I’ll go ask her.â€
“Hello, I’m Sachi,†said the stunningly beautiful young Japanese woman as she entered the front office a few moments later, reaching her hand out to him, “what can I do for you?â€
Taken aback by the reality of this beautiful Japanese girl before him, seeing her in real life standing there, in her mid-twenties and five and a half feet tall, he nearly lost his composure. He shook her hand and relished in its softness, the smoothness of her skin and the gentleness of her grasp.
“Well, I was hoping to spend a little time with you today,†he said, “still not sure if he should reveal his true intentions to this pretty girl as the owner of the establishment watched the proceedings from behind his wooden desk with his large dog, who turned out to be a real wolf, by his side. He noticed, though, that the long, silky black hair the girl had in her pictures was now somewhat shorter.
“That would be fine,†said Sachi, “but I do need a ten or fifteen break. Can you wait for me?â€
“Of course,†he said, even though his time was limited on this day, “please take as long as you like.â€
“Would you like something to drink while you wait,†asked Misha, “we have some cold soft drinks in the fridge.â€
“Thankyou,†he said, his mouth still dry from the lengthy drive around Los Angeles and his misgivings in coming to the dungeon, “I would love to have a cola.â€
“Come,†said Misha, the blonde lady who had welcomed him, as she handed him a Coke from the fridge in the next room, “I’ll show you around.â€
The blonde lady, Misha, showed him through the entire facility, starting with the storage room for all of the restraints, implements and toys that were available for use in the dungeon. Along with drawers full of leather restraints, the walls were equipped with lengthy racks stocked with whips, floggers, riding crops, paddles and whatever other implements a client might desire.
“What are these used for,†he asked Misha, as he picked up a stainless steel medical instrument which was used in surgery to clamp bleeding arteries, a hemostat that would pinch tightly and lock in place.
“Why, that’s for nipple torture,†explained Misha, “some clients who come here like to apply these to the nipples of our girls.â€
“Have they done that to you?†he asked.
“Yes, of course,†she said, “because I am submissive.â€
“I see,†he said, “but it must hurt when they do that.â€
“Yes, it’s terribly painful.â€
“Wow,†he said, “I’m amazed they allow this.â€
“Come,†said Misha, as she moved into the next room, “this is the Bastille room. It is one of our dungeon rooms and some our clients like to use it for their sessions. As you can see, it has a jail cell, a rack, stocks and so on. Some of our clients, who like to have an overnight session, make use of the jail cell quite regularly.â€
He ran his hand gently over the surface of a leather topped table on which a person could be secured.
“So this is a dungeon,†he said.
“Oh, we have a lot more than that,†explained Misha, “but this room is also used a lot as our interview room. Whenever a client comes in, the lady he selects will meet with him in this room to discuss the things that he wants to do with her, to explain what limits are going to apply and to come to a mutual consent of the things that will make up their session. At this point, the client can back out and choose another lady or the lady can refuse the session if she’s not comfortable with the client or his requests.â€
“I see,†he pondered aloud, “so I will have to meet with Sachi in here and tell her what I want to do.â€
“I don’t think so,†said Misha, “because you have already been in touch with her through the email system and she knows what you plan to do. I can see, in the way she reacted to you when she came in to meet with you, that she is quite comfortable with you.â€
“That’s wonderful,†he said, “after all, I don’t want to scare her.â€
“We have several rooms along this hallway that a lot of clients like,†she went on, “including a very feminine boudoir and a school room, in which our dominas apply the cane to various clients or our clients cane and spank our submissives.â€
“That’s not really for me, thanks.â€
“This next room,†Misha explained, as she entered the torture chamber, “is the Elizabethan room. It’s equipped with a throne, a torture rack, a torture table and so on. If you bring Sachi in here, you can strap her down on that table, for example, and tickle her all you want. She would be completely at your mercy.â€
“Wow, Misha, you are so well equipped,†he observed.
“Our next room,†she said, as they moved on to the next door, “is our Marquis de Sade room. It has a medieval torture rack, cross, and a table with a cage under it. A lot of our clients like this room.â€
“I see,†he said, as he saw another implement in the room, “and is that a suspension bar with a windlass to raise it?â€
“Yes, it is,†said Misha, “do you like it.â€
“Very much,†he said, “it’s just too bad that tickling table with all the straps isn’t in this room.â€
“Ah, yes, the immobilizer,†she said, “but there is a torture rack along the wall there and another torture table there. They don’t have all the straps, of course, but Sachi will be just as helpless nonetheless.â€
“I think I will use this room,†he said, “because I want to use the suspension bar with the windlass.â€
“So you plan to suspend her during your session?â€
“No, not completely,†he told Misha, “but I want her standing high up on her toes. That’s such a deliciously helpless position for her.â€
“I see,†she said, as they left the room and made their way back to the front office through another large open area, “this is a sitting room for our staff to take a break, like Sachi at the table there, and we use it for various parties on Saturday nights.â€
As they entered the front office area, Misha showed him another room, more like a sitting room, to the side of the office, saying, “this is a comfortable room where our ladies can sit and relax, watch television or what have you, while there are no clients in the dungeon for them.â€
“Well, Misha, I am impressed,†he said, becoming more comfortable, “with both the facility and you. Thankyou for showing me around.â€
“You’re most welcome.â€
Sachi entered the front office area as Jonathan Birdwhistle, today’s Yasuhiro Shimada, was finishing his Coke and chatting with the owner and master of the Passionate Crafts dungeon. She was dressed in a blue and white outfit, somewhat based on the uniforms worn by Japanese schoolgirls, yet radically different. Her top was white with the blue flap but only extended down to her midriff, leaving her stomach completely exposed, and her blue skirts was very short, barely reaching down onto her thighs. Oddly, she wore yellow with black high heel shoes, which made her look several inches taller than her actual five foot 6 inches of height, and unusually tall for a Japanese girl.
“Hi, I’m ready now,†she said, “my break is over.â€
Jonathan Birdwhistle had been driving for several hours before his arrival at the plain blue building on La Hacienda Boulevard in Los Angeles. He had delivered his wife and children to one of the theme parks and made his way along the Ventura and San Diego freeways to the very special facility. Even now he did not believe that such a place could exist. His hands were sweaty, probably from the combination of the drive and the activity on which he was about to embark. It was not often that he would get nervous but today was an exception.
He had found this particular facility on the Internet, through a special interest forum that he had subscribed to for some years. With a passion, almost an obsession, for tickling girls and a dream of tickling young women in bondage, he had always been very frustrated. Certainly, he could sneak a tickle on his wife or playfully grab his daughter and tickle her for a few seconds, but he wanted more. He wanted to tickle torture a young woman for a considerable length of time, not just a few seconds, and he wanted her to be helpless to resist as he did so. Having driven around the area, up and down this section of La Hacienda Boulevard several times, nearly having second thoughts about his planned adventure, he walked up to the door.
This was not the first time he had misgivings about his plan. Before he left his Canadian home for Los Angeles, he had thought about backing out. This was, after all, a real young woman he was about to tickle torture. No longer was it only an imaginary figure in his writings on the Internet. When he was told that the young woman he intended to tickle torture was Japanese, though, his fears were overcome by his desire. He had a very special love for Asian girls and for Japanese girls more than any other. How he had wished to be with some of the young Japanese women he had seen at the Canadian airports and resorts, not to mention Tokyo itself on his several visits to Japan. His desire to play with a Japanese girl, to tie her up and to tickle her was a hundred times stronger than his perceived need to back out of his plan.
He rubbed his sweaty palms together and lifted his trembling hand to the intercom button outside of the building. He pushed the little white plastic button. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door to the establishment was unlocked. He swallowed hard and entered the building.
“Hello,†said a pretty blonde lady who appeared to be in her thirties, “may I help you?â€
“Well, yes, miss,†he said, “I called from Canada last week to make an appointment to spend some time with Sachi who I understand is working today.â€
“Yes, of course,†she said, “I think she just came out of a session, though, and she needs to take a break. I’ll go ask her.â€
“Hello, I’m Sachi,†said the stunningly beautiful young Japanese woman as she entered the front office a few moments later, reaching her hand out to him, “what can I do for you?â€
Taken aback by the reality of this beautiful Japanese girl before him, seeing her in real life standing there, in her mid-twenties and five and a half feet tall, he nearly lost his composure. He shook her hand and relished in its softness, the smoothness of her skin and the gentleness of her grasp.
“Well, I was hoping to spend a little time with you today,†he said, “still not sure if he should reveal his true intentions to this pretty girl as the owner of the establishment watched the proceedings from behind his wooden desk with his large dog, who turned out to be a real wolf, by his side. He noticed, though, that the long, silky black hair the girl had in her pictures was now somewhat shorter.
“That would be fine,†said Sachi, “but I do need a ten or fifteen break. Can you wait for me?â€
“Of course,†he said, even though his time was limited on this day, “please take as long as you like.â€
“Would you like something to drink while you wait,†asked Misha, “we have some cold soft drinks in the fridge.â€
“Thankyou,†he said, his mouth still dry from the lengthy drive around Los Angeles and his misgivings in coming to the dungeon, “I would love to have a cola.â€
“Come,†said Misha, the blonde lady who had welcomed him, as she handed him a Coke from the fridge in the next room, “I’ll show you around.â€
The blonde lady, Misha, showed him through the entire facility, starting with the storage room for all of the restraints, implements and toys that were available for use in the dungeon. Along with drawers full of leather restraints, the walls were equipped with lengthy racks stocked with whips, floggers, riding crops, paddles and whatever other implements a client might desire.
“What are these used for,†he asked Misha, as he picked up a stainless steel medical instrument which was used in surgery to clamp bleeding arteries, a hemostat that would pinch tightly and lock in place.
“Why, that’s for nipple torture,†explained Misha, “some clients who come here like to apply these to the nipples of our girls.â€
“Have they done that to you?†he asked.
“Yes, of course,†she said, “because I am submissive.â€
“I see,†he said, “but it must hurt when they do that.â€
“Yes, it’s terribly painful.â€
“Wow,†he said, “I’m amazed they allow this.â€
“Come,†said Misha, as she moved into the next room, “this is the Bastille room. It is one of our dungeon rooms and some our clients like to use it for their sessions. As you can see, it has a jail cell, a rack, stocks and so on. Some of our clients, who like to have an overnight session, make use of the jail cell quite regularly.â€
He ran his hand gently over the surface of a leather topped table on which a person could be secured.
“So this is a dungeon,†he said.
“Oh, we have a lot more than that,†explained Misha, “but this room is also used a lot as our interview room. Whenever a client comes in, the lady he selects will meet with him in this room to discuss the things that he wants to do with her, to explain what limits are going to apply and to come to a mutual consent of the things that will make up their session. At this point, the client can back out and choose another lady or the lady can refuse the session if she’s not comfortable with the client or his requests.â€
“I see,†he pondered aloud, “so I will have to meet with Sachi in here and tell her what I want to do.â€
“I don’t think so,†said Misha, “because you have already been in touch with her through the email system and she knows what you plan to do. I can see, in the way she reacted to you when she came in to meet with you, that she is quite comfortable with you.â€
“That’s wonderful,†he said, “after all, I don’t want to scare her.â€
“We have several rooms along this hallway that a lot of clients like,†she went on, “including a very feminine boudoir and a school room, in which our dominas apply the cane to various clients or our clients cane and spank our submissives.â€
“That’s not really for me, thanks.â€
“This next room,†Misha explained, as she entered the torture chamber, “is the Elizabethan room. It’s equipped with a throne, a torture rack, a torture table and so on. If you bring Sachi in here, you can strap her down on that table, for example, and tickle her all you want. She would be completely at your mercy.â€
“Wow, Misha, you are so well equipped,†he observed.
“Our next room,†she said, as they moved on to the next door, “is our Marquis de Sade room. It has a medieval torture rack, cross, and a table with a cage under it. A lot of our clients like this room.â€
“I see,†he said, as he saw another implement in the room, “and is that a suspension bar with a windlass to raise it?â€
“Yes, it is,†said Misha, “do you like it.â€
“Very much,†he said, “it’s just too bad that tickling table with all the straps isn’t in this room.â€
“Ah, yes, the immobilizer,†she said, “but there is a torture rack along the wall there and another torture table there. They don’t have all the straps, of course, but Sachi will be just as helpless nonetheless.â€
“I think I will use this room,†he said, “because I want to use the suspension bar with the windlass.â€
“So you plan to suspend her during your session?â€
“No, not completely,†he told Misha, “but I want her standing high up on her toes. That’s such a deliciously helpless position for her.â€
“I see,†she said, as they left the room and made their way back to the front office through another large open area, “this is a sitting room for our staff to take a break, like Sachi at the table there, and we use it for various parties on Saturday nights.â€
As they entered the front office area, Misha showed him another room, more like a sitting room, to the side of the office, saying, “this is a comfortable room where our ladies can sit and relax, watch television or what have you, while there are no clients in the dungeon for them.â€
“Well, Misha, I am impressed,†he said, becoming more comfortable, “with both the facility and you. Thankyou for showing me around.â€
“You’re most welcome.â€
Sachi entered the front office area as Jonathan Birdwhistle, today’s Yasuhiro Shimada, was finishing his Coke and chatting with the owner and master of the Passionate Crafts dungeon. She was dressed in a blue and white outfit, somewhat based on the uniforms worn by Japanese schoolgirls, yet radically different. Her top was white with the blue flap but only extended down to her midriff, leaving her stomach completely exposed, and her blue skirts was very short, barely reaching down onto her thighs. Oddly, she wore yellow with black high heel shoes, which made her look several inches taller than her actual five foot 6 inches of height, and unusually tall for a Japanese girl.
“Hi, I’m ready now,†she said, “my break is over.â€
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