FRIDAY ^#24

Chopsticks

After a light lunch of ramen, Raven returns to the table . with a fistful of plastic chopsticks she has swiped from the restaurant’s condiment bar on the way out of the bathroom. She flashes the bundle at Violet before stuffing them into her jacket pocket.

“What are you up to?” Violet asks.

“You’ll see,” Raven says, holding the door open for Violet to exit. They head back to Raven’s playroom, which smells of lavender floor cleaner. All the props from the showcase are finally put away. The only thing out of place is a thick-handled hairbrush lying on the bed.

Violet stretches her body out under the canopy as Raven rinses the chopsticks with soap and water.

“What are you planning to do with this hairbrush?” Violet asks, suggestively stroking the handle.

“Take off your clothes,” Raven commands, turning on a heater.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Raven opens a condom and places it on a towel alongside a bottle of lube, the hairbrush, and the pile of chopsticks.

Raven runs her fingers through Violet’s blonde mane a few times before warming her hands on her silky skin.

Instead of a formal opening, Raven kisses Violet slowly and says a silent prayer into her mouth. Raven asks for inspiration and to be blessed with erotic intuition. When Violet’s pelvis begins undulating, Raven knows her prayers have been heard. She lays Violet down for a massage while spinning a new fantasy:

“Someday you long to become a real geisha, but now you’re just a lowly apprentice, otherwise known as a minarai. It wasn’t the most sought-after house, but it had a respectable lineage of geishas and an influential list of clientele. While you’re in maiko training, your duties include ironing, keeping the closets organized, and making sure the makeup tables are well stocked. Sometimes, when the makeup artist is gone, you get to powder the geishas’ faces, or outline their lips. You like to imagine your job is to fluff the geishas in every conceivable way.

“You must stay in the women’s quarters where the beds are separated by thin rice-paper screens. Only the geishas are allowed beyond the carved teak doors into the private rooms with tatami mats. That’s where the visitors take their tea, and you’re definitely not allowed in the special suites where men are entertained.

“At night, when the geishas are out, you fantasize about the day you will be allowed to join them. You long to see the men, to serve them, to pleasure them. You yearn to be like the five geishas who work at your house. Of course, you know it’s hard work because you help with all the preparations and you see how exhausted they are when they come home. During their down time, they too want to be pleasured and entertained, and you consider this an honor and your highest duty.

“At night, you sometimes curl up with a geisha and massage her as she tells you about the ways of the trade. You’re not so interested in the flower arranging and lute playing, as you already excel at these arts. It’s the sexual arts that remain a mystery to you. The geishas often talk about how they entertain the drunk lawyer or busy politician. You listen carefully. You learn how a geisha exposes the nape of her neck when she bends down to help a client slip off his loafers. She is sly about revealing the unpainted skin beneath her loosely draped kimono. Sometimes, you secretly touch yourself as she tells you about his calloused hands or impatient hard-on.

“When you’re alone with the lowest ranking geisha, called ‘Lucky Sunrise,’ she is accustomed to touching you and role-playing. After entertaining, sometimes, when she’s sexually frustrated, she might throw you down on the bed and say, ‘This is what he did to me.’ Your eyes grow wide, because instead of using a penis, she uses the back of a hairbrush. ‘He put it in me like this,’ she’ll say, and you’ll spread your legs . . .”

Up until now, Raven’s been teasing Violet’s vulva with the handle of the hairbrush. She finally slides the spade inside her slippery folds and feels Violet’s strong pussy muscles pulse a few times as she finds a rhythm.

“You live for those moments.

“One day, there is a higher-ranking geisha named ‘Blessed Dragon’ who comes to your room to find you trying on her kimono. She is infuriated. She strips it off your naked body and demands you hang it up immediately. So, there you are, totally exposed, hanging it carefully in her closet, when she orders you to bend over the bed like this.”

Raven unplugs the hairbrush Violet’s pussy and and repeatedly spanks Violet with no restraint. “And when your ass is red you plead for more . . .”

Raven is enjoying the rush of power. She takes Violet’s hair clip out of her hair and says, “‘How dare you use my clip!’ Blessed Dragon holds you down and clips it to your nipple and you cry out in genuine pain.”

“No, no, anywhere but my nipples,” Violet bargains.

“Anywhere? Okay. She spreads your legs like this and reminds you that if you make too much noise the madam will have to take it out of the debt you owe the house. Blessed Dragon takes it on herself to punish you with the hair clip.”

Raven carefully tests the clip on Violet’s outer lips. And Violet surrenders to Raven’s cruel metallic pinches.

“She clips one labia at a time, noticing the noises you make compared with when she fastens both lips together. She glides to the makeup table to retrieve a ceramic jar full of decorative chopsticks. She lowers herself onto her knees before you, peering between your legs, and says, ‘I know you can handle a hairbrush, but you need to be wider if you’re going to entertain men.’ She carefully inserts a couple of chopsticks, stuffing you with just a few at first, but adding more to the center, slowly stretching you out, like this . . .”

Raven repositions Violet so they can maintain eye contact, which also allows Violet to admire her work. She starts by opening Violet’s warm wet cave with her left thumb. Next, she gathers half a dozen chopsticks with her right hand, inserting the thin implements no farther than her thumb will reach. She pulls out her finger and moves the chopsticks in a wide circle to massage the soft walls of Violet’s vagina.

Violet’s eyes are downcast. She has surrendered to her queen.

Raven slowly slides more chopsticks into the center, which presses the original sticks outward, and says, “You’re lucky this isn’t wood—otherwise you’d get splinters in your pretty peach.”

Violet can’t help but giggle.

Raven continues, inserting two more at a time. She moves slowly as if it were a meditation.

Excited, Violet blurts, “Okay, just stuff them all in there.”

“Quiet! There is an art to what I’m doing. I want you to feel the exact placement of each piece.”

Violet imagines all the geisha girls surrounding her and watching, as if they were playing Jenga with her pussy.

Finally, Violet feels full and admits she is at her capacity.

“Breathe deeply and lie back. I’m going to make you take more.

“This is part of your initiation. This is what it takes to become a high-ranking geisha. You will see many men who will desire you, but you will always know that your true place is under the geisha, serving the Goddess.”

Raven slowly and steadily adds a final chopstick. Violet holds eye contact with her queen. “There you are. There’s the naughty little geisha who couldn’t get enough. All the geishas gather to taunt you. Your job is to fluff them. From now on, your job will be to get them wet and ready for their appointments, or if they come home unsatisfied, they will take it out on you.”

The pressure is strange, a little irritating, but Violet seems to love it. She lets Raven know with a loud moan. Raven rewards her by circling on her clit with her thumb. This makes Violet squirm. She must writhe carefully—there’s no give to the chopsticks inside her. Raven places a flat hand on the outside of Violet’s pussy, pinching her hood between two fingers, rubbing hard until she feels a burning in her own clit. Violet’s moans grow louder and wilder. She twists her face, expressing painful pleasure. It’s disturbing but arousing. Raven encourages her, “The more you moan, the more I’ll stroke.” The moaning increases in volume, until she’s lifting her hips up off the bed in bridge position.

Then Violet blurts, “Hold. Hold . . . oh. Oh . . . OH!” and there is an unmistakable bearing down and spasm of muscles that floods Violet and fills both women with relief, then stillness.

Raven slowly attends to the business of removing the bundle.

As Raven removes the last chopstick, Violet sobs, and Raven holds her. “Give it all to me.”

Violet lets herself go, filling the playroom with tears and tenderness.

A reverent tone fills the air after such deep surrender. Raven breaks the silence with the words, “Tell me.”

“At first, I contracted because I thought it was all I could handle, but you held me there until I expanded again, and I realized I’m bigger than I thought.”

Raven strokes Violet’s face and says, “Is there more?”

“It’s hard to believe you created this elaborate scene just for me. I didn’t feel worthy of all your attention. Then I witnessed how present you were, and it sort of melted my feelings of being unworthy.”

“You deserve this, this and so much more. I’d go to any length for your pleasure.”

“And I’d do the same for you. It’s strange isn’t it, the places we go?”