I woke up the next morning and Guy was snoring away. I pulled the covers off of him and darted my tongue at the head of his semi-hard cock. I nudged his balls with the index finger of my lefthand as the tip of my tongue slithered against the skin of his shaft. It gradually began to come to life and I opened my mouth and enclosed it around the soft cockhead. I sucked on it and didn't stop. He let out a long moan. "Ooooh fuck," he gasped as he recovered his consciousness. "Good morning Master!" I grinned wickedly. "Hi Miwa. Don't stop," he begged. "Yes Master," I obeyed. I slid my mouth down his shaft and I could feel it firming up and lengthening, which is always a hot sensation. I parked it in my thoat and held it there until just before I would have turned blue . Three minutes later, he rocketed his cum into my piehole and I slurped it down. "I guess I don't need breakfast now," I cracked. "Oh my God Miwa, did you just say that?" he laughed hysterically.

"So what do you want to do today (which was a Saturday) Master?" I inquired after breakfast. "God, I don't know. To tell you the truth I just wanna kick back and watch some tv and read," he confessed. "Master, would you like to take your cockslave's dogs out with her?" "Sure! Hey puppies! Walkies!" he said in a fay imitation english female voice. They started jumping all over him in excitement and we leashed them up and moved them out. He likes to baby talk the dogs and play with them, so we were gone for quite a while and by the time we got back they were panting up a storm and went at their water bowl with abandon. Guy gave them hugs and scratches and I fed them each a treat. "Master, your cockslave loves the way you treat her dogs," I said. "I'm glad cockslave. I love these little guys."

He sat back down on the couch and I asked him if I could bring one of my guitars down. He said yes and asked me to bring one for him, too. I did and we relaxed with my head laying against his right leg while he sat upright, both of us just noodling around on our six strings while we watched Book Notes on C-Span. He occasionally fiddled with my nipples and rubbed my breasts or brushed one of my temples. This suited me just fine. I wasn't going to be one of those chicks who demands that their man be their 24/7 entertainer. I got permission from Guy to bring my laptop down and I read the news for a couple of hours and then watched some You Tube. Watching those videos with Guy was fun because of the interesting and often wacky way he would analogize what we just saw.

He gave me some time off from serving him so that I could go back upstairs and jam. I made dinner later and then we had sex before taking a shower and calling it a night. Not very exciting, but a nice mellow day.

During the weekdays, we got up together and I made him rice balls, which he would then eat when he got to work. He was a pretty simple  person  in that he could eat the same thing day after day, though I would change up the contents of them for variety's sake so he wouldn't get sick of them. After he came home, I made dinner. He insisted on doing the dishes even though I was his slave. I think he wanted to show he wasn't taking me for granted. Sometimes we went out to eat at my insistence, but I could tell he wasn't entirely comfortable with that.

The weeks passed and it became the day before it was my time to leave for Japan. He would fly in two days later. I took my dogs to the kennel, which, again, I felt super guilty about. And it didn't help that being the chronic worrier I am, I would be wondering if they were be okay the whole two weeks I was in Asia. I came home, cried about my dogs (Guy comforted me, but I just felt so bad) and got all my luggage arranged. The following morning at 3 a.m, I had a limo pick me up and take me to the airport, where I boarded a Lear Jet and it took off for Tokyo.

I'm one of those annoying, "I want to be there yesterday" kind of people and the thought of being trapped in a jet powered aluminum tube for 12 hours drives me nuts. The jet, though, had one of those fold out beds in the passenger cabin and I laid on that and read a bunch of magazines I brought with me before falling asleep. Laying prone in an aircraft? Brilliant! I slept until the flight attendant woke me up an hour before landing. We arrived at Narita at 10 a.m. JST  I hopped on a limousine bus to my hotel in Shinjuku Ward, checked in, left my luggage to be picked up when the room would be ready, and headed for the nearest department store, where I went up to the top floor, where there are usually restaurants, ate a killer meal for not that much money by Japanese standards and then hit a local big ass bookstore, loaded up on books, magazines and the daily paper and returned to my hotel, where I got the key to my room. I offloaded everything and now it was time to hit the guitar shops.

First, though, I phoned Guy. It was midnight, PST, but he was still up. I told him where I was and we agreed to meet at Tokyo Station at the Marunouchi exit. Once I talked to him, I hit the bricks and the subway system and made the rounds of a lot of the guitar stores. I bought an ESP Kiko Loureiro (the onetime guitarist for the Brazilian neo-classical power metal band Angra)  signature guitar at their Craft House in Shibuya. The thing, with the decline of the value of the dollar, was almost $9,000 new. But it was an exceedingly well made guitar and I now had something to do with my hands while I waited for Guy to step on Japanese shores.

The following day, I was in Akihabara, the electronics district of Tokyo, and checked out all the latest gadgets. I didn't buy anything, though. I then just wandered around the city, getting reacquainted with the lay of the land since I hadn't been there since my trip with John. The thing was, though, that I had forgotten who I looked like. People who were fans of Suki Hakamada kept walking up to me wanting my autograph or to take pictures with me. Fortunately, I had my U.S. passport with me in my purse to prove that I wasn't who they thought. Well, actually, in a sense, I was exactly who they thought, but only superficially. The first instance when I was confronted with this was when I went into this one guitar shop just after getting off the train. There was this huge commotion and I wondered what the fuck was going on. The manager approached me, calling me "Hakamada-sama" and stated that he didn't know I/she played guitar. I had to let him down easy and tell him I wasn't her, which only made him more flustered. I said thanks for the compliment and, after looking at their wares, I left.

Finally, the fated day arrived. At 5 p.m., I took the train to Tokyo Station from my hotel and went to the Marunouchi exit (which, btw, is where you leave it to visit the imperial palace). They were going to take the Narita Express into Tokyo. Someone from Guy's company picked him up at the airport and then they disembarked at the station where I was waiting. He told his handler, who was named Mike, that he had someone waiting for him at the agreed upon exit. So right about when I expected them, Guy appeared and I threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. He introduced me to Mike and then we all boarded a train for Shinjuku Station, the busiest train station in the world, from where we transferred to the Shinjuku private subway for Yotsuya. On the train, Mike asked me what I did for a living and all that shit while I held on to Guy's arm. When we exited near Yotsuya, we walked a couple of blocks to the hotel they had made a reservation for him at and where he would spend the night before he would be collected in the morning and taken to his new workplace.

Guy and I agreed to meet at 7 a.m. in the lobby of his hotel. It was now Monday Japan Time. I got there and we had breakfast in the hotel's restaurant. Can you say "highway robbery"? At around 8:30, Mike came and got Guy and he checked out of the hotel and, with his luggage, we boarded the subway for Ikebukuro and, instead of taking Guy to where he would be living, they instead took him to his workplace. Because it was a retail business, I was able to go in,  too, though not into the employees area. I told him I would walk around the store and then wait for him outside the front door.

While I was looking around, the store's floor manager walked up to me and thanked me for shopping at her company's store and then asked me when my next record was coming out. I wearily pulled my passport out of my purse and showed it to her. "Eh? Nikkeijin desu ka (what? You're a Japanese-American?)" to show her I wasn't who she thought I was. I apologized for causing a disturbance and then continued shopping. I bought a couple of cute outfits. Of course, I got a weird stare from the cashier when she saw the name on my credit card.

After a couple of hours, Mike and Guy finally emerged and we reboarded the train for what would be Guy's apartment. I followed them through the usual rabbit warren of streets that characterizes Tokyo. We were in a corner of Shibuya, that much was certain. We arrived at the building where his flat was. He got his keys and we went up to what was a small studio apartment. I had stayed in one like it quite a number of years back in another part of the city. I told him it will be comfortable enough to get the job done. I reconfirmed the train route to Guy's work and asked about getting him a daily train pass (called a "teiki") to his job. That would happen after he reported to work the next day. I then told Mike I would take over from there and show Guy the ropes. Mike then left. I told Guy about the incidents of mistaken identity. "So I'm fucking someone famous, huh?" he snarked. "Everybody's a star baby," I snapped back tongue in cheek. "Okay Sly (Stone)," he chuckled.

I told him the best thing he can do now is just relax because Tokyo can be kinda confusing at first. So he lay down on the bed and I jumped on top of him, straddling him. He told me to take my clothes off, which, of course, I did. We began kissing and then he rolled me over on to my back. "So did cockslave miss her Master?' he teased. "Yes Master," I smiled. When I said "master," I shuddered a little and felt wet in my pussy. "Your Master really missed his cute little slave girl." "I bet you did," I retorted. I extended my righthand and began rubbing his cock through his pants. "Oh yeah, that'll get it," he sighed as he felt the pressure on his lickin' stick. "Would Master do his cockslave the honor of fucking her with his beautiful cock?" I pleaded. "Cockslave just wants to be fucked without any foreplay?" "Yes Master. And she hopes Master will fuck her hard and rough." "Oh yeah, your Master can definitely do that," he leered. He got up, undressed and scooted between my legs. I placed my ankles on his hips as he slipped his penis into me. "Oh God Master, it's so great having your dick inside me again," I moaned. I wrapped my arms around his back and accepted his turgid dangler over and over, every passage through my opening building friction and making my cunt steamier. "Oh oh God yes Master, oh yes," I mewled. "Fuck cockslave, your pussy is so silky it's amazing," he praised as he continued to rifle his throbbing love muscle into my cookie. After just a few minutes of this, I felt warm and then my pubic muscles buckled and a hot river of pleasure surged through me, making me pant and gasp.

"God Master, oh fuck yes, God, fuck me baby," I implored as he rammed me like his life depended on it. He didn't really say anything other than emitting grunts and moans while he plowed my pink furrow. The more I gasped and moaned., the harder he fucked me and five minutes later, I began to feel the pubic convulsions that accompany multiple orgasms. I had to really work to suppress my screams as one orgasm after another conquered me before he finally poured the contents of his balls into me. He held me and thanked me for coming to Japan to help him out and that the sex was a good way for him to work off some of his nervousness about the situation he had put himself in.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned the leaking cum out of my crotch and then helped him unpack. Once his clothes and other effects were put away, I raised my hand and he recognized me. "Master, may your cockslave have the honor of showing you around Tokyo?" "Yes you may, cockslave," he agreed. I took him to the nearest train station and told him how to read the maps. Then some squealing girls came up to us wanting my autograph. I told them I was just an American of Japanese extraction and not a celebrity. I pulled out my passport again and let them peer at it. They apologized and walked away. That cracked Guy up, but as it happened again and again while I took him on a tour of some of the cooler spots, he began to get irritated. The thing was I saw Suki Hakamada on tv a couple days later and her hairstyle was completely different, even a different color, than mine. Oh well.

The hotel room I had reserved was for two, so I took him there and he spent the night with me. I was afraid that I would get mistaken for Suki again, so we just got some bento and bottled tea and spent the rest of the day and all night in the hotel. We woke up at 5 a.m. so Guy could shower before we headed to his apartment and change clothes. I went to his work with him just to make sure he was getting the hang of the train system. He received his train pass later that day. I went to pick him again and I explained how to use it. He pronounced himself now comfortable with getting around the city, so I told him he was going to have to get to and from work himself because I was going to go guitar shopping again Wednesday. After he fucked the shit out of me, I returned to my hotel room.

Wednesday, I bought a Jackson Stars guitar just to have one more than anything else since they were made only in Japan. I also snagged another made in Japan Stratocaster because, well, I wanted another one.

I called him after he got home from work and told him I had a hot little surprise for him, but he was going to need to shower and dress in his suit to look respectable since we weren't members at where we were going. I put on a black leather skirt, white blouse, black bra, panties and thigh high stockings and four inch black heels as well as bright red lipstick. We got into a taxi and traveled to another corner of Shibuya where there was what is known as a "couple kissa," or "coffee shop for couples." However, the "kissa" was a euphemism for basically a series of rooms where heterosexual couples could engage in exhibitionistic sex with each other.

Fortunately for us, because of the bad Japanese economy, many such clubs were allowing more foreigners in. In fact, the process to get in for us turned out to be fairly painless. They liked the fact that I had a Japanese name, could speak it fluently and even presented them with my card for my non-existent translation business. I also agreed to act as Guy's guarantor, which means if he did any damage to the place the Yakuza goons who managed the place would shake me down for money. and maybe even worse. We filled out the membership forms, I paid the equivalent  of about $215 U.S. and they let us in. Since it was a weeknight, it was almost all Japanese who were there. In fact, I decided to go during a weekday for that reason. We walked in and on the first floor was a very nicely designed snack bar. For the sake of courtesy to the establishment's owners, Guy and I both had a bite to eat. We schmoozed some of the other patrons  while we consumed our meal and then we went upstairs, where there were a series of booths like you would see in a restaurant. Some of the couples were already getting it on amid the loud Japanese dance music. On the other side of one of the walls was a two way mirror where people could kick back and watch other people screwing.

We claimed one of the booths. ""This is one hell of surprise, cockslave," he said. "Yes Master. Your cockslave thought you would get a kick out of it." He smiled and began kissing me. As the moans of other couples wafted into our ears underneath what was pouring out of the house sound system, Guy's kisses were becoming more heated and I was getting wetter and wetter. He unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra while I undid the buttons on his dress shirt and untied his tie. He removed his jacket and folded it neatly before depositing it next to him. I ran my hand up and down his chest as he he continued to kiss me and fondle my breasts, my erect nipples jutting out under his hand. Everytime his hand rolled my nipples, I let out a little moan. I pushed him off and separated the clasp of his suit pants and pulled the zipper away from it. I yanked both his pants and shorts down to his ankles and leaned over into his lap and darted my tongue at his cock. Then I licked it up and down like a lollipop  I looked across the room and saw this really hot mid-20's Japanese woman and her boyfriend/date watching us. They were both naked and judging by the shape of her hair and makeup she had just been vigorously drilled. I looked her right in the eye and smiled and then returned to teasing Guy's dick.

I used my lefthand to molest his balls as my mouth slid over his soldiers' helmet and at a very even tempo I bobbed my head up and down while my eyes flitted in their sockets trying to see if I could capture any other interesting sights. Guy was moaning dreamily while my tongue tenaciously comforted his manhood. When his breathing  became very irregular, I upped the tempo of my sucking markedly and he soon littered my mouth with his hot, thick semen. I raised my head and showed it to him. I then displayed it to the couple across the way from us and propelled the mess into my stomach.

"Oh shit cockslave, you sure know how to please your Master," he approved. "Getting Master off gets me wet," I whispered huskily into his ear. He smiled wickedly and kissed me. While we were swapping spit, he unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me in just my black panties and stockings. He ran his hands over my stockings enjoying the look and texture of them. He stared at me hungrily as if he was going to have me for lunch. He deprived me of the panties, grabbed my legs, and pulled me to the edge of the booth while he dropped to his knees on the floor. Then while couched in the low light, I felt his tongue lashing my clit and I moaned as his warm saliva coated the hood of my love button, which was succeeded by alternate sucking and licking. I didn't care what anyone around us thought and I was loudly praising the pleasure Guy was providing me, topped off by a jerking, spasming orgasm, my cry of, "oh fuck, I'm cumming! Iku (I'm cumming)! Iku! informing everyone of how good I was feeling. His tongue and lips weren't done yet and I hit the multiple orgasm sequence of my passion and no doubt made him look like the champion pussy eater of all time.

When he tired of that, he had me stand up. The Japanese couple across from us were still watching and so were at least two other boy-girl combinations. I told him that I brought a few lengths of rope if he wanted to tie me up during the evening. He bound my hands and then had me kneel in front of him. He tied my ankles together and anchored the hand tie to the ankle rope. He positioned his cock in front of my mouth and made me take it. He grabbed the sides of my head and began to skullfuck me. He was soon fully hard. He untied my hands, spun me around and bent me over the table. Then I felt his now resurrected Little Guy being pistoned in and out of me, burrowing into my slick hole like a gopher on crack. The heat from the friction he was causing had me panting and moaning. He gave me several hard slaps on my ass while he invaded me for his own pleasure. "Oh God Master, fuck me hard, give your cockslave what she needs!" I whimpered without a care about anyone overhearing. "Oh yeah bitch,  you're going to get it real good," he snarled and started reaming the bejesus out of my love pit and I shuddered and screamed that I was cumming in both english and Japanese, as the sensations erupted volcanically throughout my body. Guy's grunts were very audible as he cored the center of my body relentlessly, driving me into a state of temporary insanity that convulsed my pubic and vaginal muscles over and over until the assault finally ended with him draining his balls into me.

He turned me around to face him and he dipped his body and picked me up like I was a sack of potatoes and carried me around that part of the floor so that everybody could get a gander at my naked body and the cum running down my legs. He brought us back to our table and he untied the ankle ropes. I got some tissues out of my purse and wiped Guy's fluid off of myself. We dressed and headed down to the basement, where there were lockers and showers. We rented one of those lockers and then spent the better part of half an hour cleaning each other up under the spray of the water, which was fun in and of itself. Guy told me to stand for inspection while the water sprayed me from above so that he could admire how my body looked wet, especially my tits. We held each other tightly for a couple minutes and then toweled off and made ourselves decent before exiting the building.

We went to my hotel and he spent the night, his arms cuddling me as I nodded off into a supremely refreshing slumber.