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found it amusing to watch this
transformation, for she went from
the tousled haired beauty with fire
in her eyes to a demure creature
who kept her eyes downcast and
kept her steps short and tiny, once
finally dressed, right down to the
short two toed ankle socks. Gone
was all trace of the hoyden, and in
her place stood an Oiran, an elegant
piece of work.
He often marvelled at the transfor-
mation a few clothes and a bit of
make up made, and as she kissed
him goodbye as He left for work,
she herself hurried off to the high
walled courtyard, slipped in de-
murely, and knelt on the stiff mat
until noticed and called for. Then
her lessons would begin for the day.
For six days a week, and sometimes
seven, if her Master was working,
she would come here, after break-
fast and learn. First, it was the
language, and sewing; learning the
delicate art of embroidery, then
dancing, and playing several instru-
ments.
She had been taught how to play
card games, and board games, and
was always quizzed on the events
that happened in the newspaper, in
case her Master wished to discuss
them. There was always more to
learn, and today was no exception
as the sun climbed higher into the
sky. A sharp tap of the fan against
her shoulder snapped her attention
back again.
The teacher sighed and spoke in
heavily accented English, breaking
a rule herself, "How else are you
going to learn if you do not pay at-
tention, Saseko?" The teachers voice
was sharp, and although the clip
from the fan hurt, she dared not cry
for fear of ruining the make up, but
she winced at the derogatory name.
The full name they had given her
was Shiro Saseko, but mostly it was
shortened to Saseko. The teachers
voice calmly said, "Again, Saseko,
from the beginning. Two sticks
worth this time." She suppressed a
sigh and lit the incense stick...
Later, that evening, as she slipped
back into her Master's apartments,
and had a bath drawn and ready
for him, she laid the scroll wrapped
with the scarlet ribbon on the low
table; after removing the heavy
outer kimono she knelt, waiting for
him to return.
His heavy boots could be heard
coming down the hallway, and as
he strode in, he noticed with satis-
faction that she was waiting. As he
threw himself into the low, over-
stuffed chair, and placed a booted
foot out, she crawled closer and
struggled to get the heavy booted
foot off he had placed in her lap.
He reached for and untied the
scroll, scanning the symbols easily.
At last, he threw the scroll to one
side, and regarded the girl for the
longest time before finally speak-
ing. "Well, Saseko," he drawled out
the name, watching her, "It would
appear you have some lessons to
show me."
The girl finished with the second
boot and murmed quietly, "Ee,
Nushi," in Jpanese, as she had been
taught, as he stripped off the rest of
his clothes.
The bath water stood by, steaming
enticingly. She went to remove the
heavy ornate wig she wore, but his
hand stopped her. "No. you leave
that and that makeup on for now."
She felt surprised at the order
but again, murmured gently, "Ee,
Nushi" and slid forward between
his open naked legs.
Delicately, with no more than
scarcely a dart of her tongue, she
wet her bright crimson lips, the
lipstick having been cleaned off
and applied many times today, and
she waited, watching for him to
slide back in the seat more before
leaning over. Her hands, soft and
delicate, flickered over his cock
gently before she settled her hand
near the base, and stroked lightly
for a few moments.
He gripped the arms of the chair
hard and groaned, watching her.
Her mouth opened slightly as she
bent all the way, slowly licking
the head of his cock, noting how
much larger it grew and she tasted
the precum there, swallowing it
straight away. He groaned and
thrust his cock deeper into her
mouth, through the bright scar-
let, wanting to mess it up, but she
was already swirling her tongue
around the head of his cock, and
he closed his eyes and groaned
again. Breathing out some of the
air through her nose, she circled
his cock several times with her
tongue, back and forth, finally
closing her lips tightly around it
and sucking gently at first.
Her other hand came up and
joined the first, both stroking the
hard flesh for a moment before
using the delicate pads of her
fingertips lightly up and down the
shaft. A low hum started in the
back of her throat as she contin-
ued to suck, and she brought small
shallow breaths in through her
nose, not wanting to disturb the
heavy silence and delicate rhythm