Izumi's Gift

Izumi's Favorite Gift-to herself

Izumi's breath was high in her chest. She was finally going to get the full birthday treat. A 'night in' to enjoy her new creation. She had worked so hard for it. Of course, she could have shared this 'completion' with others. But that wasn't the idea, was it? This was designed to be her unique experience, in every sense of the world. Her experience alone. It had been many weeks since she had started the project, doing most all the work herself getting the room ready. Well, to be truthful, she had relied heavily on sweet nerdy Suisho from up on the ninth floor. Suisho's tech skills were pretty out there for a woman so young, and Izumi did need the tech help. But all the rest; designing the chamber, reupholstering the chair, mounting the cameras and the giant screen. Getting just the right cabinet and putting it on a custom stand so it was right at her fingertips.

Okay, she had tested out this or that element a bit, but never the whole 'scene'. So this was it, the first time everything would be ready, and tuned and,...

She really valued what she called her 'spiritual time', when all communication with the outside world came to a halt and these few precious hours were dedicated solely to her own personal peace and relief.

Tonight would be extra special. She had finished a very light meal of miso broth with organic tofu, fresh spinach, some savory rice crackers, an apple, and some ginger cookies. A little Nigori unfiltered saki; It helped her feel warm in her middle, and a little extra bold, bringing those lovely 'roses' into her cheeks.

She deserved this because this was a birthday with a zero in it. And she had worked for ten years to have the means to live like this, in the best apartment complex for the money in the city, even if she was on a low floor. One day soon she would move up past Suisho, and to the side with the view facing the ocean. For now, this was fine, and this room had no windows at all.

There was no Significant Other in her life and that wasn't an accident of fate. For the moment she liked it that way, no, she loved it that way, because there was no fretting about how the other one was feeling, or what they would like best. Selfish? Absolutely. But it was a victimless crime because no one was being slighted or rejected or ignored. No one expected roses or a thoughtfully cooked meal, or a bangle. No, not even her. She knew just what she wanted and she had everything set up so she could get it.

And now she had her room.

It had taken her a while to set it up. She not only had to buy all the equipment... just the right equipment... but also learn how to connect it most efficiently and so it wouldn't get in the way and so it would give her exactly what she wanted exactly when she wanted it. Thank heaven for the tech nerd upstairs. But now it was done exactly as she planned. And she planned to enjoy it to the hilt.

She stood in the doorway and admired the setup. Almost anyone would assume it was the 'den' of someone who really liked videos. The chair was the main thing; big, but very light, very soft brown leather. Most of its features were hidden. Well, the console was right there on the arm that swung across. The handy cabinet in classy red lacquer; just fingertips away for the occupant of the chair. The tiny powerful speakers. But you couldn't see the microphones. The cameras in the room weren't invisible; but they were unobtrusive, even for devices with strong zooms and powerful swivels. Perfect lighting that was servoed to the cameras.

As she settled into the chair Izumi had to admit this could be called a fetish. Was it voyeurism? Yes, in a way. But she wasn't snooping... invading anyone's privacy. This was very private. Was it exhibitionist? Again, there was no element of risky 'showing off for strangers.' Curiously, Izumi thought of it more like travel, a vacation, in a sense like visiting a very private spa. Only there was no one to tip and no one was wrapping her in plastic film in a hot room. (Although that gave her ideas.)

Izumi did have to admit that watching, watching someone perform a sexual act, was what thrilled her.

Other people are stimulated by watching sexy 'perfect' people. Some people like watching real, natural 'amateurs' get it on. Some like grotty, slutty 'old pros.' Izumi liked none of these. She had one favorite 'artiist' who did all sorts of things that titillated her. That 'performer' was no one but herself. And Izumi wanted to see and listen to herself down to the finest detail, literally. Her cameras were sharp enough to pick up the most delicate hairs on her thighs; the most subtle puckering of her nipples. Her mics could capture the faintest ripple of wetness.

For this celebration, Izumi had had a special garment made. On the outside it was black silk, like a fine kimono, with lovely figures of peonies and white cranes. The collar was scarlet silk, almost, but not quite matching the red of the peonies. Inside was a very soft pima cotton decorated in a shadowy forest scene. The greens and browns set off the tones of her skin beautifully. She wore very little makeup. If she cried she didn't want mascara stinging her eyes. But she did wear artificial eyelashes and s single dark line under her eyes. It would be delightfully dramatic to see dark tears drip from that.

She liked to pile her extra long hair on top of her head... very casually... although pinned with two lovely butterfly combs. In honor of her 'helper' she wore a super-simple pendant of a drooping crystal on a thin gold chain. No earrings, though she had debated that, but she had nothing to match the pendant. No lipstick, though a bit of gloss to make her full lips glow. And that was it. No body tattoos, and no piercings, except for the one. She had got it a month and a half ago so as to be ready for tonight. It was still a little sensitive.

One switch and all three cameras were on, arrayed on her 75 inch monitor. How she wanted to begin was: one camera on her face; one on her whole body and one close up on her left breast. Of course she could move them around at will with the fingertip toggles and zoom slider. There was also a voice command but she hadn't trained it yet to do stuff like "zoom in tight on my lips as I wet my finger." "Now track my fingers as it descends to my left nipple." Soon. Soon.

Izumi smiled and stretched big. Wow, the huge monitor captured the fullness of her ripe naturally rose-pink lips, her even white teeth and a flash of her impudent tongue. In the wide shot she enjoyed the glimpse of her pussy; the tufted triangle of jet black hair at the crest, the smooth puffy lips on each side, the saucy maroon lips peeking out between, and the 'too thick' column of her clit on top, swelling just a bit at the bottom where the pink bud was hidden under the hood behind the gold ring, its pretty emerald and fat bead that delightfully bumped her clit when it got excited enough to peek out.

As she stretched she admired her creamy skin: white blending into soft amber in the creases of her body: her oval head with the high cheekbones, the long graceful neck, the sculpted collar bones above the flowing curve of her high, round, pale breasts with their dark areolas and contrasting perky pink nipples. Both her arms and legs were pretty long and flexible ending in fingers and toes that could wiggle and dance as though they were independent creatures.

Yes, Izumi could bend almost any way she wanted. Her feet lifted and her heels hooked behind her neck, lifting her pear-shaped ass and graceful lower back into view. Her arms could scratch the lowest point in the middle of her back.

Time to treat herself to some good feeling.

From her magic cabinet she drew a vial of thick liquid in a beautiful green bottle with a stopper in the shape of a dragonfly. She poured a generous dollop into her palm and bent her nimble left leg so her left foot was close in front of her face. The close up camera caught the slick skin of her heel, the graceful curve of her arch and each of her long toes. She wiggled and twisted them, admiring the delicate pink shells of her toenails.

Now for the anointing. The fragrant, astringent cream spread down her ankles and over her heels, leaving a fine sheen. Her fingertips lightly tickled the sole and rubbed the ball of her foot. And then the treat, as the slippery liquid slid between her toes; and she stroked and tugged at each one, giving each 'little piggie' a lot of love. Now that all her toes were 'appreciated', she admired them thoroughly with her closeup camera; having the wild experience of looking through them to the big screen only a few feet away where her foot was magnified in all its ivory glory.

Now that lefty was well appreciated, she watched in wonder as she pulled her cream-covered palms up her left leg, smoothing all around the strong plump calf and over the delicate knee-cap. Some extra time on the swelling left thigh. No hurry to get to the magic region at its base that was asking for stroking all its own. No no. That was for later. Now was the time to appreciate the firm dancer's muscles hidden under the smooth pale skin. Yes, it was fine to tilt the leg back until her moist knee pressed against her left nipple. She took a moment to fully appreciate the feel of stiff nipple against her leg skin. Now spread the cream down the back of the thigh onto the generous curve of the buttock; nimble fingers reaching all the way to the tailbone and pulling firmly down over the ham. Not too deep toward the sensitive region. Later, later.

Now the other leg and foot and toes in much the same fashion. Stretching the toes far apart. Watching as the light catches each delicate curve. Rubbing a slick thumb deep into the right arch. Ooh, what had she done to cause that little ache there? Gentle it. There now. Isn't that much better? Ooh, and an ache in this calf. Come in close and watch the thumb press into the thickness, the creamy flesh swelling under the pressure, Right there until the pain says 'ah' and relaxes.

It is no surprise that this tender care is being felt in an entirely different part of her body. Yes. This thigh is beginning to feel well-loved. Yes, her own hands are the best lover she has ever had. Yes, there on that buttock is a little itch. Oh, it's okay to scratch it even though that spot now sports pink lines against he porcelain white. Isn't it fine how tensing that thick cheek until it is tight and shaking just a bit... amazing how, for a moment, that relieves the little ache that has begun somewhere untouchable.

Ah, now the legs are about done. See how in the wide shot the light catches the sheen on the skin as compared to the duller cream of the belly, the breasts and the arms? Isn't it fun how one nipple is puckered all tight and purple, asking to be pinched, while the other is a gentle cone with tones of pink? Hmm, perhaps that one is dreaming of getting gently sucked.

But never mind and not yet. And for a while, that small real estate south of the black patch of hair, that will be ignored, though it is asking, "Don't I deserve some of that smooth cream too? Isn't it my turn since you are caressing the tender pale flesh on the insides of those thighs right next to me?"

Ah, but no. Save the best for last, right? And, not to insult you, but I am going to give some attention to this curving belly surrounding this smooth hollow. See how she flexes when I pull her in tight and then 'puff' her up. Ooh, I can feel that inside. And see how she really appreciates the cool cream. See that, how it starts out like a little white stream and then dissolves? Oops, gotta get that creamy bit that's caught in the belly button. Yeah, spread it all out over the hills of the hip bones. Hmm, some nice magic if I press just to the inside of right there. Another different feeling inside.

Let's tickle my ribs. Reach all the way around and love a little of my back. See this? When I roll over on my side. Oh, nice... that view on the giant screen of the curve disappearing down close to my ass.

But now these lovely arms and hands deserve some attention. Just smooth over that nice round shoulder and down over that strong bicep. See? Isn't that sexy when I make muscle like that? The way it plumps up so much. Rub some cream all over that baby, and on the back side too and down to my lovely elbow. On down to my wrist. Is everything covered? It is just the right kind of slippery. Oh, mustn't forget the hollow of my armpit. Just naturally hairless. Ooh, but I lie. See this tiny dark patch here that I didn't shave so carefully? So. All done except the hand. Do I really need to do it now? I have good reason to get my fingers all slippery later. But yes, I so need to feel that slippery between each finger, and then rub pretty hard into the meat of that thumb. Yeah! Now that's all good. And don't we just love that transparent pink polish on each fingernail. Except for the one... really sexy... black nail with the silver heart on the middle finger. We will see a lot of that nail... later. But now... now it is fun to stroke the finger up and down, up and down. It is asking to be anointed with other slippery 'lotion'. But not yet. Not yet.

For now, let's take those smooth slippery fingers and apply them to the back of the neck. That's right. Find that little tension point. Ooh!. That's the spot. Press now right up under the ears. Ah. Zoom the camera in close and see the delicate shell of that ear as the firm fingers play along the edges, watch the shiny fingertip of the pinkie dip inside. Ooh, doesn't that look so much like...? Now tug firmly on the earlobe. See it become slick. See the tiny hole in the puffy skin where the earring isn't? Oh, that's fun. I can feel that stroking inside me.

A caress of the right cheek. See how the camera and the light pick up that row of tiny soft transparent hairs? Some women get all those shaved, especially the women with the tiny dark hairs along the upper lip. But that's not me, at least not now. What will it be like to be an older woman with fine lines at the corners of my mouth and eyes? But not now. Now these lips... let's follow along them with the closeup camera. See how they are carved like a pale seashell rimmed in coral. Open them and the tone grows deeper, ruddier with the deep pink tongue dancing behind the even row of bright white teeth? Or even except for the 'wolf tooth' on the left. That one can make a serious dent in someone's skin. See? See how the skin of my thumb now has a row of imprints and that one deep one in the middle almost ready to bleed?

Everything inside this mouth is so wet and glistening. See how the lips get all shiny when I lick them? Do they remind me of anything?

But now it's time to finish massaging any tight muscles in my cheeks and then let the fingers slide over the jawbone and down the muscles of the neck. Do you know you can knock yourself out if you stroke these too firmly? Oh, but to press and squeeze until that delightful dizziness begins. Hold your breath and squeeze. Is my face growing red?

But these hands are impatient. Zoom out to see both of them, palms nicely coated with the special oily cream. See them slide around the pale swelling mounds. Is this attention making these sweet tits get a little bigger? Those nipples are getting so hungry for touch. Make them wait. Make them need to be stroked so much. So that any little tickle anywhere near them will set up a tiny ache. Look at them up close. Tiny Arizona mountains with their ruddy brown sides and flat tops. Look at the darling wrinkles and arroyos around them. They so need to be climbed. But they also so need to be moist, to have a great, godlike finger appear and, yes, it is dripping with something, that... oh... is it going to touch to push... yes and now a droplet is running down that tight little hill. Quick, quick, before it gets away just push... just rub... all around it on all sides until it is shiny and even more tight. And it is asking that something... oh, here it is... a firm thumb has joined the finger and now that shiny hill, that sensitive nub is between them and they are pinching. Ohmigod. Feeling that way deep and way down. A squeezing. A needing.

I know. I know... do both of them. At once. Yes.

See them both, zoom out. Funny. So sensitive, the controls. Zoomed out almost before I asked. Did I ask? Is the voice control operative? Maybe it is being 'trained.' Don't remember how she said that worked. Should I have waited? Nevermind. Nevermind. This is good.

Two strong but elegant hands squeezing the nipples so they swell... get all shiny. Push the 'boobies' toward each other. Now a deep shiny valley in between. Tight nubs near each other. Camera coming in close. Watch them... feel them as they are pinched hard. Ow! The sound of my own voice surrounding me as I can't help...

See the tips of those ruddy nipples grow all pale. They need more. A mouth.

"I need a mouth!"

There is a small device in the cupboard just to the left. Yes. Just there. A rose cup with a fat little base. Yes, that's the one. Do I want it? Do I need it? I'm almost almost ready just to begin massaging that last untouched region with only fingers. But... yes... no... why not wait? Why not feel more of that growing ache? Why not make it worse? Can I make it want to but not be able to? Or... maybe... here... maybe with this rose with the sweet buzzing little lips and the soft tug of air...

The camera needs to peek around the hand, the fingers, the pretty device to see the tender left nipple where the magic thing is about to be applied.

Wait... wait... this is new... this has only been tried once... once when sleepy and other needs were greater. But now... it can get all the attention. Just three speeds, two pulses. Start low... and...

"Oh! Oh no! That's so... take it off. No... wait... need it... put it back. Oh yes! Just keep it like... ooooh!"

The wide camera is revealing the whole of Izumi's body from a high angle, hands crushed to her chest. One is pressing the hungry rose to her left breast. The other is pinching the right nipple hard, almost in defense, taking away from the ache that moved from the left nipple all the way down into her womb. See how her shiny belly is flexing tight? Not motionless, but pulsing in and out, in tune with the sweet cramps grabbing it.

"Uh... uh... UH."

Feet braced. Thighs apart. Hips tilting up and up more... wanting... needing. Hurry up and come to me. No... wait... wait.

The face cam deciding to show a closeup of her hungry face. Who is that? Izumi herself is amazed at the stranger she is seeing, the loose mouth, the wide eyes. The soft roar of her own breath in her ears.

A gentle pressure on a button on the rose device and it takes more of her. So small, so... devastating. Her groan comes from deep inside, and as she feels it leave her mouth she can see... two feet high on the big screen... the bottom edge of her own vulva flexing open and releasing... one shiny droplet. The sight of that made her groan again... and squeeze... again.

The other nipple is getting hungrier. Giving it another hard pinch. No. Not enough. It only inflames her desire. Still, this small device is the closest thing to what she truly wants. Her own hot mouth. To suck hard on her own nipple. To pull it deep into the hot wetness. To mash it with her tongue. To bite it. Yes. To bite it just enough to make her pussy ache. To need. More.

Do it.

Oh yes. Oh god yes. There's a fist squeezing her vagina. That buzzing touch has rendered it too late... much too late. Her fingers absolutely can't help moving south, the camera following them. Across the creamy swollen belly. Caressing the deep hollow in the middle of it. Pretending. Yes. Pretending it is that other hollow. The creamy oil on the fingertips wanting it to be the hollow that goes deep... the one that makes its own lubrication.

"Loooooooo... bri... ca... tion."

On the big screen her pussy is beginning to blush. It is starting to pout. Can other women open their lips like this? Oh... don't let the fingertips move down through the curls, getting them shiny and slick with the wet stuff. Did that come from a bottle? Or did it come from her? So shiny and clear. See how I can anoint the fat lip on the right side. Rub some on the outside of it, laying the fine hairs flat. Rub it on the inside right next to the fine blushing fluttery lips.

No. Don't touch that. Not yet. No. Make friends with the fat lip on the other side. Oh look how huge all this is on the giant screen. My fingers like great pale alien legs walking around that messy red folded stuff. So much of it. Now it pulses open. Now it squeezes shut like an anemone. Yes. It's okay now to take both hands... yes... the fingers on both hands and pull it apart. That's right. Pull it open wide.

Look at that! So scarlet inside! So slick! I hardly need to drip any liquid in there. Why should I? It is already so totally moist. And yet... what fun... to drip clear thick liquid onto that. See it run down those tender rubbery inner lips. They so want to kiss me. And if only... if only I could suck in this one... or that one... between my own firmer tips. Hold it. Press it. Make little Izumi feel it deep inside. Make her leak. Make her open.

Look! Look there. I can see inside. I can see it move in there. There a small smooth pink animal in there. It is asking to be stroked. Wait! No! Go ahead. Stretch one giant slim fingertip into that large tiny pool of slick liquor... and behind it... there... moving... in the coral cave. Reach... reach... stroke... oh... most of my finger has disappeared. I can feel it squeezing...

So hot. And moving in there. I wants me... wants. More. No. But wait. Pull it out. Oh so slick now. Some pale cream lining my fingernail. So easy now to go in and out. Two fingers are as easy as one. Oh yes. And... suppose... suppose I take the pointing fingers on each hand and slide them in together, side by side... and then... yes... turn them and pull it open! Look at that! Look at it open wide!

Oh my goodness! That feels so strange and amazing. So achy and good. Is it time to put something bigger IN. In? No. Not yet. Because I want that to be the moment. Not a long pounding but something deep, and hot, and letting go. Right now... I know I have been making myself wait... haven't I... Izumi chan? Now. Now I am ready to let these lubricious, slimy, slick fingers touch... just... up... there. The bud. The hidden princess.

See where she is hiding with her pretty little ring and golden ball? Will she come out and play with that ball? She's like a little kitten hiding under the blanket. You can see the outline of her there... the thickness of her little body... she is almost peeking out. She wants to come out and play... but she is shy and sensitive.

So walk those pretty fingers right to the top there where the black hair is nice and tufty. Yes. Just scritch there where the fuzzy area meets that little bare column. That's it. A pretty picture from the wide cam with the whole body almost perfectly still. An ivory figurine. The two arms stretched down the body and meeting in a V. Almost nothing happening here, right? The mouth is only slightly open, just breathing the unique fragrance that is rising with a little heat from down at the bottom edge of the big chair. Almost no sound. The beat of the breath is pretty quiet, if a little rough and irregular. Is a thigh vibrating? Maybe, maybe not. Does the tip of the tongue brush the upper lip there in the face cam? As though wishing it was flicking across that tender edge down below, coaxing the princess to show her face.

And what is happening on the screen that reveals the most sacred of Izumi's parts? Between those puffy lips with their fine curly hairs the column of flesh is stiff. Is it a brighter pink? Perhaps. Does it yearn for the magical rose cup that lies next to Izumi's ribs, tucked in the forest folds of her robe? Yes, of course. That thought alone makes Izumi's 'nether' lips tighten and, taint and pucker squeeze in, push out and gleam a little in the slick.

Izumi's right middle finger, already moist, descends and gathers more moisture from where it has leaked below. Rub a little on the tight lower rim. As the hollow just above opens in anticipation, dip just a fingernail depth into the clear pool. Stir it. Oh! Neglect that and return the fingertip upward to where the swollen column waits. Yes! Baste it just a bit with that clear sauce. Oh! The column under the tender skin can feel that better now.

Go ahead. Just the tip of the finger. Push it. To the side. That's right. Now pull across it. Push. Pull. Push. Pull. Good. Now press it down tight as you move the fingertip back and forth. Yes. It's okay to speed up a little. It's okay to rub the very top. Back. And forth. Make it ache. Ooh. Now, lower down, almost at the tip. No, no. Don't sneak over the edge and flick the very tender bud. No, Not yet.

You may go to the well for a bit more liquid. Accidentally stir it a bit. Maybe that beautifully manicured finger dips in all the way to the knuckle. No more. Okay, a little deeper. Oh, why is it so good to turn it so the pad presses upward? Ooh. That's... And draw it out... so wet... and trail it up again to where the hungry column waits.

Try a little circle. Oh, yes. Another. Yes, this is good. A little faster. See how the syrup catches the light? Oh. See how there is more coming out down below. Ungh! Oh. Can't help that moan. Can't help pushing. Funny how the puffy outer lips are stretching.

Now the wide cam can see something happening. The pale legs swing wider and closer, and wider and closer. Are the hips lifting? Yes! And if it could zoom in... oh, look at that... those firm buttocks are squeezing together, pushing the hips up. From this distance the fingers of the right hand are a blur.

In close up Izumi's face is beginning to have a glow. At the crest of each high cheekbone there is a ruddy spot growing, the hint of a raspberry blush appearing beside the mouth and under the jawline on a neck that begins to gleam with perspiration. Are her temples damp? On the pillow, is the thick raven hair beginning to be crushed into a damp bird's nest? Is her mouth wider and her tongue inside beginning to twist? Is the pale line along her upper lip growing firmer and more vivid?

She had no idea her own breath would be so prominent in her own ears. The harsh rush of it excites her more and more and she can feel the squeeze of it at the base of her groin.

She would like to milk this feeling, it is so good. Even though there is a tiny cramp in her right hand she can keep it moving, keep it moving. And there is fun in brushing all her fingers across the lips, so slippery now... to sneak her other hand under them and gather the abundant elixir there and pull it, dripping only slightly on her belly and ribs... all the way up to an aching nipple and... yes! Rub it hard with this magic massage lotion and feel the hit right down in her vagina... feel it squeeze.

Izumi's eyes are wide because she is looking down her tight belly and over her messy mons where her fingers are so busy, to the giant screen where her adventure is happening in triplicate; the whole body wide and agitated across the bottom of the screen, her face, sweaty and flushed in the upper left, mouth out of control, and the ruddy mess of her vulva, bottom right, matted wet fur and red flesh open and leaking, revealing close-up the flexing of the pink cave. And now, at the top, the pretty obscenity of her pink pearl impudently sticking out at her like a baby''s tongue.

Does she dare touch it? By now it must be exquisitely sensitive. Just touching the hidden column is enough, isn't it? She has already had those 'half-way jangles', those clenches of her belly and her womb and her vagina that tell her she is close to final. They ask for release, and they also delight in being just what they are. That loud internal hum. That high plateau. She knows she can stay here. Yes! Oof! That one. A good one. And back off. And slow the fingers...

And let the middle two fingers of the other hand sneak in where it is so hot and wet. Feel the excited tissues squeeze around them as they slide in. Oh in. Turn the hand and pull up. Oof! Oh shit! Didn't expect that to be so raw. Good raw, but... look... leaking. Hot stuff from deep inside, and that touch of cream that says I've opened up way at the back. Feel it stretch open. Feel those tiny soft ridges in the flesh. Oh! Oh! Almost want to stop, it's so much. Wait it out...

And the hunger returns. And now to punish the clit just so much... just... and, okay... sneak a flick over the lip to the pink bud. Oh! So much! The camera showing the whole ivory body convulsing from scalp to soles. Toes curling. Lip nipped in white teeth. Nostrils wide and rimmed with white. Upper lip shiny.

Izumi has passed the point of no return. She is committed. Her clit is demanding that it be worked until... until...

"Ohhhhhhh!"

A pretty sight, Izumi's whole body straining as it lifts off the chair, her ass stone tight, her thighs shaking with it, her nipples thimble hard, her breath hissing in and out of her, her moans deep and hungry now, face flushed, and...

... the screen, the cameras the ambient lighting, the cooling, all blow out. Izumi is in solid darkness except for a single ruby light at the base of the giant screen.

She is panting... aching... needing her orgasm. Open. Hips slowly lowering to the chair.

Of course, she could rapidly finish herself off. She does need to see herself come. She doesn't... oh but yes. She so does. See herself get it. Come.. yes... with herself. Can't she just finish herself off? Lie gasping in the pitch black until she can summon the energy to find out what the hell happened? It must be a fuse. What should she do? Well. Of course. She should call Suisho. Together they could figure it out, right? Maybe even in time to get back to it. But she is sincerely bummed. To have to dress and fix it and undress again, and... This was so going just the way she wanted. Why did it have to stop just as... wait... what was that?

Down the hall a door clicked open... closed. Very soft footsteps...

...*...

A few moments earlier Suisho sat in her 'control center' having just pressed the key that quickly turned the three giant screens in front of her dark as the cameras went off seven stories below. On the wall to her left several banks of smaller screens revealed many different individuals, couples, small groups doing what people do. Some of the people were doing what people do when no one else is watching. One monitor reveals in green light of a night cam, a nude woman in a big chair. A ruby light glows below a dark screen in front of her.

Suisho rises quickly and smoothly. Adjusts the fabric belt that is now somewhat uncomfortable high around her waist. In less than a minute she is in the special service elevator taking her to the second floor. Letting herself into the apartment with her master keycard. Down the short hall to the dark room.

"Izumi, I'm here to help."

"Who? Suisho? How did you...?"

"I installed a safety monitor. Didn't I tell you...?"

"No... I..." Izumi started to leave the chair.

"Please stay where you are. I can help better that way."

In the pitch black Suisho's voice was coming from right in front of Izumi. Cool hands were on her raised thighs.

"But..."

"Activate safety lights." Suisho's voice made a low glow slowly grow in the room until Izumi could see Suisho, tall and slim, in white tunic and pants, standing in front of her between the chair and the screen; knees pressed against the chair, firm hands on her thighs, holding them up and spread. Suisho's face, so similar to her own, except for the boy's haircut and the slightly darker fuzz on her firm upper lip

"Suisho!" Izumi tried to pull her knees together. "I'm..."

"It's all good. Very good. And I'm here to help. Activate camera one, three and five. Follow the motion."

The lights attached to the cameras gleamed toward their assigned targets. Behind Suisho the huge screen sprang to life: The wide shot from above of Izumi spread-eagle, Suisho before her holding her legs apart. The close up of Izumi's face, still sweaty and flushed but also anxious. The close up of Izumi's vulva, open, weeping.

"Activate recording... Izumi, we will enjoy reviewing this later. You are sure to want to revisit it."

"But Suisho...?"

"Shhh. It's all under control. I will not say, 'relax' because we don't want that, do we? Now, please pick up my gift, the rose bud, beside you. You will definitely want it."

Without thinking, Izumi did as she was told. Reached for the small electronic device beside her. Had it been a gift from Suisho? Suisho had never said anything before. The thing had just appeared in her toy cabinet one evening. Had Suisho been there to help earlier...? Had she bought it herself and forgotten...?

"Please apply it where it will do the most good, while I prepare myself." The slim but strong fingers of Suisho's right hand trailed down Izumi's right thigh until they arrived at the center of the crested pubic bone. "Here... yes?"

Suisho's eyes followed the motion of Izumi's hand as it passed across her creamy belly. The closeup camera caught the pressure on the button that brought the silicon rose to life with a low hum. The part that fluttered fluttered. In the vulva cam the sweet open lips disappeared as the hand bearing the exquisite torture tool cupped over its sensitive target.

"Oh no!" Izumi's hips helplessly surged up to meet the mechanical lips and tongue. In the face cam her mouth and eyes stretched open and something, half breath, half moan, emerged in rhythm with the pulsing of the device.

"Oh! Oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... OH!"

Izumi's body went stiff and a squeal squeezed from deep in her gut. Clear liquid spattered the front of Suisho's pants.

"Good... this is very good." Suisho was lifting off her tunic. As she folded it and carefully put it on the side table, the camera from above caught the curve of Suisho's very small rounded breasts. Izumi saw the rose-colored nipples tighten until the tips were pale.

But what was this? Above the waistband and web belt of Suisho's tai chi pants was a strange 'something'. It appeared to be a piece of ripe fruit. Did this unfortunate soul have an embarrassing growth there? Was this what made her so shy? And just above this purple swelling there was a shiny smear. What had happened there?

In her state of ecstasy Izumi probably didn't notice that on the screen behind Suisho a hidden camera in the chair was focused on this very region of Suisho's anatomy, in closeup as those dextrous fingers unbuckled the belt and loosened the waistband, sliding the pants down the strong unshaved legs.

"What?" Released from its bindings that purple fruit tipped forward revealing that it was the swollen tip of a thick column bulging with veins. Was this something she was wearing? Had she brought...? But... no... it seemed to be attached... below it moved a smooth sack. Suisho took this formidable thing in a hand that barely wrapped around it. With the other hand she dripped liquid from the green dragonfly bottle onto it until it was dripping on Izumi's belly. Both hands began to rub it until the whole thing was slick and shiny and swollen.

"Izumi?"

"Yes?" Izumi's voice was caught in her throat. Her tongue was also aching.

"Izumi, this is me. Not many know of this. And when I am like this I am not Suisho, I am Kitai. Can you welcome Kitai? If so, you may turn off the rose for a moment."

Izumi could only nod. For some reason she was out of breath. Was she scared? If she looked up there was the face of the sweet, shy woman who had helped her build her dream room. If she looked down she saw something she had never seen in the real world. And now 'Kitai' was resting that large slick thing on top of her mound, just resting it there where the warm meat of it pressed on her belly.

"Please touch it. Please take it in both hands. Good. Do you mind pulling it toward your face?"

Izumi could have said 'no'. But the overhead cam captured her back as her body arched forward.

She was delightfully shocked to feel how alive the thing was. Pulsing. A strange animal in her hands. And she couldn't help squeezing it, feeling the swelling, the thick head growing more shiny. A very low growl seemed to come from deep in Kitai's body.

"Izumi. How I have wanted this for so long."

A hidden cam captured Izumi's astonished face and open mouth as she struggled to stretch her lips around that purple fruit. It was almost too much. But Izumi made the noble try as the thick knob pressed on her tongue.

"Izumi, are you ready?"

"Izumi knew what this meant. Reluctantly, she released her lips from the bulging head and leaned back in her special chair. In the face cam her mouth was glistening. But her hands still held the mysterious organ and as Kitai pressed her thighs apart she had no trouble moving that slick head over the sensitive flesh of her lower lips; using it to spread the slippery liquor all around the blushing opening, and then, with both hands, pulling it tight, hard against her, and then feeling it spreading her, shoving her apart, straining, for a moment, and then...

"Aieeeeeee!"

It moved right on in, spreading and spreading further. And Kitai caught her eyes with their eyes and she nodded and that thickness kept moving in and farther in until it was buried as far as it could go. All of Kitai's nakedness was pressed all along her own body and they were locked together by that great thing.

And Kitai left it there. Hardly moving. But, yes, a pulse, pulse, pulse that urged one deep spot to grow in feeling. More... and a little bit more. And then some more.

She couldn't believe she could 'swallow' that much.

And Kitai was looking deep into her eyes with a hungry look that must have matched her own almost exactly. And their lips met and melded into one mouth. And the sounds they made were one sound.

Izumi had never been inside herself like this ever before. She also mysteriously couldn't tell where her body stopped and Kitai's began.

And then, as a pure gift, Kitai began fucking her in earnest. Making that thick organ touch her every way she could be touched inside. And she found their strong buttocks and felt the muscles flex as Kitai danced in circles and rammed straight in and gently slid out and twisted and bucked and began to lose control, crying out as though they were in pain, as though they were laughing with delight, as though they were dying, as though they were emptying their soul into Izumi's deepest heart.

And at the last moment Izumi felt Kitai take her hand and guide it down beneath her sex, beneath Kitai's great cock, and there, below the testicles pulled tight and ready to release, just there her fingers entered a hollow, and it wasn't what she thought because, as her fingers pushed hard into that wetness the voice whispering in her ear said, "... and I am also and always Suisho."

...*...

Izumi woke in the dark. Her chamber had no windows. But as she woke, the lights lifted to a soft glow. She was covered by her robe but something scratched her chest. When the robe was unwrapped, lying between her breasts was a single long stem red rose. It wasn't without thorns and one had lightly pricked her just where Suisho/KItai's gift crystal rested.

She brought it to her mouth.

She kissed the tender lips of the rose and scented its fragrance. The monitor at her feet winked on revealing only the face cam, her own face kissing the rose. Then, for just a moment, her face was replaced by another, almost identical, but taking a bite of a very ripe purple plum.

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