With a quick nod and motion, a young man in tuxedo and girl in leather and chains are sent off to bring it in and place it centered on the lower level in front of our table. The post is an interesting contraption. A thick post covered in padded black leather on a heavy base came up about four to five feet high. About eighteen inches from the top is a large padded round cross bar that is about three feet across. It too is covered in black leather. The main post has holes drilled in it about every two inches and a second much thinner cross bar is sticking through one of the holes about one foot from the floor. A bunch of cords, chains and hooks are hung over the cross piece, and a large leather strap with buckles is attached to the main post near the top. I can imagine that a girl can be placed on this evil looking thing in a lot of really uncomfortable positions.

Meanwhile, a lovely young blond woman wearing really sexy bra and panties is being escorted to the far wall by her date, a European-looking guy about thirty years old, and being secured to the wall. When she is attached, her boyfriend begins to tease her. Soon he has her getting pretty worked up and the attention of the club is focused in their direction.

Mrs. M. turns from watching this bit of fun to begin some of her own. "Kazuko-San, let me ask you a question," she says all of a sudden and Kazuko immediately gives her undivided attention to the woman who had just forgiven her and allowed her to stay and not be sent off into the night and away from her lover. "Which do you think would be the hardest for a girl to take?" she quizzes. "To be suspended by the wrists for ten minutes, to be put on the bondage post for thirty minutes, or to be on the rack for forty-five minutes?" she asks as if to wonder if she wants coffee or tea.

"Well, Matsimoto-Sama, she is very strong. I mean look at her muscles. She has really strong arms and shoulders, legs and her stomach is what makes me not like her. I mean not like her before," she quickly catches herself again giving away her true feelings toward me. "I think that the rack here is too soft. Hideo put me on it once. It does not pull so tight, so it is not so bad. The bondage post looks nasty and I don't know how you would put her on it. So, even for a strong girl like her, the suspension from the wrists, with her feet off of the floor will be the worst of the three. Besides, I think she will look good hanging like that," she concludes her thoughtful discourse on how I can be made to suffer the most in bondage here at the club.

"Are you sure a girl would suffer worst that way?" she prods her.

"Yes, I think so Madam."

"Let us find out." She says with a gentle nod to Kazuko. "Mr. Yamamoto, at what time is your show scheduled to take place?"

"In about an hour or so. If you wish to use the equipment, we can surely hold or even cancel our poor show if you would rather provide your own entertainment. It is up to you and Matsumoto-Sama. I am sure our other guests will be wonderfully entertained either way," he concludes most graciously.

"Yes, I think I would like to do so." Turning to Kazuko, Mrs. M. addresses her again, "Kazuko-chan" using the familiar form of address for friends and children "let's see if you are right about which is the hardest. Please help me. Come down to the floor with me and we shall get things ready." With that they both stand and Kazuko dutifully follows her to the floor glancing smugly at me as they lower the spreader bar suspended from the ceiling to about waist high.

"Kazuko-chan, please remove all of your garments except for your panties, if you don't mind," Mrs. M. tells her without the slightest inflection.

Kazuko stands motionless and acts a bit dumbfounded. "Excuse me Misses, what did you say?"

"I ask you to take your clothes off. You can keep on your panties if you like, but I'd prefer you take them off as well."

"Why?"

"So we can all see if you are correct about which is the most difficult to handle, and how lovely you will look suspended here before us," she says calmly as she takes the mitt type of wrist cuffs from the wall. "Come dear, please undress now. We do not want to waste time."

"But I thought you wanted to suspend Lani," she insists with increased urgency in her voice and eyes.

"Yes, I know you did. You made a poor assumption. But it is you that I want to punish for your outburst, and for the fact that you are now merely pretending to accept her. You would be happy to see her suspended, but you don't want to accept her. So I feel it is only appropriate that you be punished and then learn to accept her and like her as we all do. Now hurry, strip."

Kazuko hesitates and backs away slightly, but when urged to cooperate by Hideo, she takes off her dress and bra and stands before us in a cute pair of black CK thong panties. The tan lines from her triangle bikini top are sharp on her rounded breasts. I am more than a bit surprised to see the nipple ring in the right nipple. It is me now that is beginning to dislike her. She looks like Chris, with those high firm 34D breasts with the triangle patch of white over her ample nipples, one with a shiny gold ring in it. Her belly is slightly rounded but smooth and shows no sign of fat, or muscle. Her legs are nice, but a bit heavy in the calves, but overall she is a very pretty girl. Looks more like high maintenance than the fitness type, but she is really good looking. Her long straight jet black hair hangs down to the middle of her tanned back. I can learn to like her very much.

"You look very lovely dear," Mrs. M. tells here. "I'm surprised at your piercing. I had no idea. It is very nice. When did you get it? I didn't know you had one."

"I got it in Hawaii last time. It is still healing. Hideo wanted me to get it. I like it very much. I am glad you approve," Kazuko replies still deferential but more boldly than I had expected.

Moments later her wrists are tightly bound and clipped to the spreader bar that is still hanging at about her waist level. Then Mrs. M. motions for me to come forward and stand before the bondage post. "Lani will join you dear on your second choice. We will begin her first while you stand and watch, then when we have ten minutes to go, we will pull you up. Then I have a special plan for you to get to know one another a lot better."

I come forward as I am told and am experiencing the familiar curious mix of feeling that comes with impending bondage. Also playing in my mind is a funny kind of happiness that Kazuko isn't going to get all of Mrs. M.s' attention. In a moment, I too am wearing leather wrist cuffs. Mrs. M. backs me up to the post and drapes my arms backward over the cross bar so that the bar is just below my arm pits and pressed hard against my shoulders. I am just up on my toes as I stand here in this manner. This posture has a lovely effect on pushing a girl's breasts up and out in a way that shows off even my smaller breasts, which I felt were especially small as I gazed at Kazuko's very full chest. I am surprised when Mrs. M. removes the lovely little clips and chains that hang between my nipples. I experience that very familiar, and to me enjoyable, burning sensation that comes when the blood rushes back into the pinched nipples. My hands are brought back to the post at about the small of my back and very tightly bound to the post. Then Mrs. M. takes the smaller cross bar that goes in the holes in the main post, pulls it out and puts it back in at a point just behind my knees. What was a nice posture becomes a very uncomfortable one when she takes my leg by the ankle, bends in back and clips one ankle and then the other to the post behind me with my knees pinned over the lower cross bar. Her final act is to take the broad strap near the top of the post and pull it tightly around my neck, holding my head firmly in place back against the post. It hurts, but not so bad that I can't stand it for the thirty minutes I have been sentenced to.