The lanterns of the Okiya have been distinguished, but one, myimako stands by the open window, her beautiful hair loose falling down her back, her thoughts go to another place and time, as though she was there, but she knows she has the thoughts of another, In her hand she holds an antique fan, of red. One left to her by okasan of the past.
She see's him standing there, the ghost of Daniel’son. her eyes feel with unshed tears, as she remembers the story of love lost, Of the beginning of this Okiya, a story she must carry on.
Then she see's the very first myimako, as she kneels before him, her beauty only hidden by the tresses of silken hair that hides her lovely breasts. She has been taught to submit, to do as he bids. She wants nothing more then this.
In his hands he holds the ropes that bind, without hesitation she offers her wrist to him, he never has to ask she knows him, she knows his wants and his needs, because they are her's they are the thing that brings her the greatest joy.
Before him at his feet, is where she belongs, where she is most loved. Without speaking he binds he wrist together, slowly tantalizing, knowing her greatest desire is to please.
Once his work is complete. he takes her chin between two fingers and lifts her gaze to his own, he see's the want in her eyes, he feels the need between her legs, Her beautiful eyes tell a story of their own, one that always takes his breath away. he steps away, the smell of jasmine lingers, the flickering candlelight illuminates her beauty.
He turns to her once more, once again he does not speak, but slowly gracefully she stands to her feet, never faltering, her hair falling over taunt nipples, he smiles pleased with his geisha, In the corner of the room, stands a wooden cross built with his own hands, the room is filled with implements of their need.
He takes her to the cross, and ties her there, he can not take his eyes from her, her smooth buttocks, her firms breasts, his hands caress her golden skin, as he takes the cane in his hand, he smiles as she flinches her cheeks in anticipation,
“Patients my pet, in time.” she knows he will strike when she least expects it,
He has mastered this cane, each strike is different then the first. He has taught her the art of a different dance, none taught in any geisha school.
She feels it, it’s bite, she graves it’s taste, just as he brings it across her small buttocks. But she utters not a word it takes more then this to bring tears to her eyes, it takes more then this to hear the want in her, he smiles, “so this my pet is how it is to be?” he asks knowingly, “to watch you dance is my greatest joy…”
This begins the history of __The Lore and it’s Okiya__, If you are interested in purchasing it’s saga , then please let me know, there will be four parts of Myimako’s story, each will be sold for $9.95 a piece, The first has been completed and is ready for publication, we are taking reservations.
The proceeds from the sale will be put back into The Lore and it’s Okiya.
Okasan ~ Myimako
