Chapter 1

The Subway Ride

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.

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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.”