Eriko sat in the train as it raced toward Hikone. She had lived in Hakone all of her life, a
small town not far from Tokyo with a population of only 12,000 people. Now, she raced to a new and exciting
life. Her father was a rice farmer and
her mother didn’t work. The three of
them lived on a small farm on the outskirts of town and Eriko was an only
child. They weren’t rich but they lived
comfortably. Her father was able to grow
much of what they needed and sold the rest to buy the meager belongings they couldn’t
grow.
Eriko had never considered colleges after high school, as
her grades weren’t exceptional enough for a scholarship. Her life would probably consist of being a
farmer’s wife and bearing him children, as was required of a Japanese
woman. So it came as a surprise to her when
she opened up a mysterious envelope from Tokyo University. It was addressed to her. She read it:
Dear Eriko,
Your background has come to
the attention of the board of directors, and after careful checking and
consideration, the board would like to offer you a fully paid four-year
scholarship to Tokyo University. Our
school is nationally recognized for its strict education and the ability to
turn out highly trained Japanese females sought by the elite class. This is a rare opportunity for an individual
such as you to have a chance at a life that few are given. The school is funded by wealthy
industrialists that want to give something back to the society that has made
them so successful.
There will be sacrifices on
your part. Our education is unique and
requires strict adherence to our rules, with punishment meted out for any
infractions. We have found that this is
the only way to educate young women properly.
Rebellious behavior by any of the students will result in immediate
expulsion from the school. This is a
female-education university, and the school forbids fraternization with any
males except those employed by the school and the board of directors. Dress is in accordance with our strict
standards and clothing will be furnished by the school. No exceptions will be tolerated.
We have a large backlog of
individuals that would gladly accept this chance to attend our university, so
you must reply to us with your answer within 24 hours by express mail using the
envelope enclosed. If you accept, you must
be ready to present yourself to the school within forty-eight hours of your
acceptance. We will provide you with a
train and subway ticket for your convenience.
We understand that
sacrifices will have to be made for this opportunity. You will have no contact with your family for
the four years while you are a student at our institution. The school year is a full 365 days, and we
have found that, while family life is important, there is a tendency for it to
interfere with a proper education; therefore, no visitation rights will be
allowed during your tenure at the school.
If you succeed in fitting
into the rigors of our educational system, you’ll find that you’ll have a very
successful life after graduation, sought by many because of this unique educational
opportunity, and an important place in society is guaranteed for our graduates.
While many individuals don’t
fit into the curriculum unique to our education style, we have completed
considerable research into your background, including checking with your
teachers and peers, your educational credentials, your
character and your family life. We have
found that you have what we consider the proper blend to be successful at our university. For that reason, we present you with this
offer.
I hope that you’ll take the
time to carefully consider this offer and discuss it with your parents. It may be the most important decision of your
life and it should be weighed carefully and fully before you decide. The board hopes to hear your decision within
the twenty-four hours allotted. If you
should decide not to accept this offer, we wish you the best success in your
life.
Sincerely yours,
Faku Kamlyn
Headmaster, Tokyo
University
Eriko raced to her mother’s room to get on the computer
to search the Internet for Tokyo University.
It instantly popped up at www.tokyouniversity.com. The front page showed a large castle built in
1622, surrounded by iron gates. It was
called Hikone Castle, and the school that occupied the castle was, in fact, not
located in Tokyo but in Hikone, a two and a half hour train ride from
Tokyo. Eriko read more and went through
the extensive website that listed the many famous board members that ran and
funded the school. The school had been
in existence for over 150 years. It
explained the same thing the letter did regarding their unique educational
philosophy with pictures of students on the campus, all dressed exactly alike
in the traditional school outfits that were popular in Japan over 50 years
ago. It reported that the school was a
private institution with no applications accepted for admission. Admission was by invitation only to a unique
select group that fit the criteria for success at the university.
She heard the door open and rushed to greet her mother. “Momma,” she yelled. “Look at this.”
“What’s got into you, Eriko?” She looked at the letter and then looked at
Eriko when she finished reading it. “Is
this for real?”
“Yes, I just looked it up on the Internet. It’s in a castle in Hikone. Do you think I should go?” Eriko was excited, but she still wasn’t certain
if she wanted to leave her easy existence to go to an elite school. Would I
be able to fit in?
“We’ll let your father decide. He’ll be home soon. It’s getting dark and he’s almost finished
plowing the other field.” She put the
letter down to rush into the kitchen to prepare dinner for her husband, which
he expected from her each night.
* * * *
Eriko tried to be patient as her father read the letter, but
she fidgeted as she waited. He put the
letter down and stared at her. “Well,
Dad, what do you think?”
“I’ll call them and see what they have to say.” He walked over to the telephone and dialed
the number, surprised that someone answered so late. He introduced himself and found out he was
actually talking to the headmaster. The headmaster
congratulated him on his daughter’s good fortune and explained the school
process to him. The conversation lasted
for ten minutes before he thanked the headmaster and hung up.
“Well, what about it?”
“One more phone call.”
This time, Eriko recognized the conversation as her father talked to the
Mayor of Hakone. “You know of this
school?” He listened intently for about five
minutes and then thanked the mayor and hung up.
He sat down in his favorite chair with the letter still
in his hand. Eriko and her mother watched
him intently to wait for some sign of an answer or explanation.
“The university is very famous. The mayor knows of it, his oldest daughter
graduated from it and is now married to a vice president at Toyota. She lives a very nice life. They presently live in the United States, as
he was transferred right after their marriage, but she’s very happy and has two
children already. He cannot say enough
about the university. His daughter was
similar to you, not a great student but intelligent.”
He continued. “She
was also brought up under the old traditions of Japanese family values, unlike
many today who think being a housewife is unreasonable, while being single and
achieving a career outside the home is regarded as classy. Many young students at the universities are
very intelligent and get high scores in examinations, but very few of them
respect their parents. In short, they
have learned a great deal at school on how to get good scores and accumulate a
vast amount of knowledge, but they haven’t acquired proper discipline at
home. What is lacking in Japan is family
discipline.”
No one said a word, as he wasn’t finished. No one would dare to interrupt him.
“I hope I’ve taught you the ways of the old
traditions. I know physical punishment
is not readily acceptable today, but you’ve grown up well. I haven’t had to punish you for many years
now. The spankings that I administered
to you ended when you were about sixteen.
You’re respectful of your elders and obey them. I think the university will be excellent for
you and a great opportunity.” He smiled
that his daughter would have a chance at a life beside the farm as his wife
grinned back at him.
Eriko rushed to hug her father and press against
him. “But I’ll miss you. It says that I won’t see you for four long
years.”
“We’ll miss you, too, you but we must think of your
future. This is the chance of a lifetime. But you must promise us something first.”
“What, Daddy?”
“You must promise not to tarnish our honor. That is the most important thing in
life. You must obey your elders no
matter what. It is the old Japanese
tradition. You may not understand why
they ask you to do certain things, but they have your best interests at
heart. The school will be difficult at
times, but you must accept the punishments and learn from them. To do otherwise would be to disrespect your
family.”
Eriko hugged her father again. “Yes, Father, I’ll never do anything to
disrespect our family.”
Her father confirmed with the university her acceptance,
and Eriko was to leave the next day. She
persuaded her mother to allow her best friend, Hana, to sleep over.
“I wish I were going,” Hana said with a sad look on her
face. They had already gotten ready for
bed, both of them in only bra and panties, the night too warm for much
else. Eriko and Hana had been best
friends for almost their whole lives, and they shared all of their secrets.
“I know. I’ll miss
you.” Eriko was sad to have to leave her
life for a new one. The future was unknown
and scary for the first time, as she’d be away from her parents and friends.
“And no boys for four years,” Hana shouted out. “How will you be able to stand being a virgin
for that long?” Hana loved to tease her
about this. Hana had lost her virginity
to her current boyfriend, and they were due to be married the following year. Eriko was still pure.
“I guess I’ll have to continue masturbating,” she shot
back. Her weekly ritual of masturbating
while her parents went to the neighbors on Friday nights would be broken. She enjoyed the freedom of being naked on her
bed and not worry that her mother would come barging in while she fantasized as
she stroked herself. She would often
masturbate for hours, her eyes closed as she dreamed of forbidden and perverted
acts, often ashamed after she came.
“You still dream about being taken, losing your virginity
while bound?” Eriko had told Hana about
her fantasies years ago, each year they became more vivid to her, more
detailed. Hana’s boyfriend took her
virginity in the barn one night, not quite the romantic way she had envisioned. The smell of manure was strong in the barn
while the hay was scratchy and the sounds of the animals kept them on edge as
they listened to make sure his parents didn’t walk in on them. She didn’t understand Eriko’s fantasy, but
she never made fun of her best friend.
If it had been someone else, she would have blushed, but
Hana knew all of her intimate secrets, including that she owned a vibrator. Buying the vibrator hadn’t been an easy task,
and it had taken six months to get one with a few of her friends helping out. “I can’t help it. I guess I’m scared of losing my
virginity. Being bound takes the choice
away from me. He can do and make me do
anything he wants. The idea is so
exciting.”
“Well, I don’t think you’ll have much chance at this university. They sound very strict. It’ll be tough for you to even masturbate.” She laughed.
“You’ll come back so horny after four long and frustrating years!”
The two girls giggled and talked for hours before Eriko’s
mother made them finally go to bed, and Eriko snuggled with her best
friend. They had been doing this for
years. Eriko’s arm was around Hana’s
waist as she pushed up against her, secure with her best friend.
The next morning was hard on everyone, and it was a very
tearful goodbye. Eriko’s mother had
packed a small bag, as she wouldn’t need much in the way of clothing. Eriko also had a few personal things to
remind her of home. They took her to the
train station where the tears really flowed as she finally kissed everyone
goodbye to board the train.
“Don’t forget, Eriko.
Don’t bring dishonor to our family.
Obey your elders and make your parents proud of their daughter,” her
father said as he gave her a hug and a kiss when they announced the impending departure
of the train.
“Yes, Father,” she said.
Tears ran down her face as she turned and quickly boarded the train. She didn’t look back again for fear she
wouldn’t be able to leave them and her life behind. She found a seat and got comfortable as the
train roared off on the start of her two and a half hour journey. Eriko was so excited at the prospect of a
different, unknown life, and a thrill raced through her body as her imagination
began to take over.
Meanwhile, in Hikone Castle, Kamlyn, the headmaster for Tokyo
University, prepared for Eriko’s arrival.
The three men in his office were all dressed in expensive suits with leather
briefcases by their sides and the look of successful and powerful businessmen
etched into their faces.
“She’ll be arriving at 3:00. Here is her picture. She’ll probably board the first subway, so
make sure you’re on it.”
One of the men took the picture. “She’s a very pretty woman. This will be a pleasure to perform for you,
Sir.”
“You know the usual job.
She’s a new student and I want to test her submissive behavior. All of our checks and tests show that she’ll
be fairly docile and will accept control over her by authoritative
figures. But we have been wrong—remember
the one last year? The subway ride is
only about fifteen minutes, so you’ll have to act quickly. It won’t be very crowded, but I know that the
three of you will be able to get her into a good position. And you’ve yet to have someone protest anything
when you’ve done this in the past. In
fact, didn’t you even have one passenger help you on a previous occasion?”
“Yes, another businessman. I think he probably did this every day, and
when he saw us, he thought he might join in.
Don’t worry. We’ll get her ready
for you. The usual pay?”
“Yes, and call me with your results as soon as the ride
ends. I want to know how I should greet
our newest student.”