The Penthouse Ch. 14: Sakura

This is the fourteenth in the series. Following the series in order is helpful for context and continuity. However, reading the first one “Penthouse 01 – Who Am I” explains the main characters and setting making it easier to enjoy subsequent vignettes including this one.

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This chapter largely introduces Sakura who showed up in the last chapter. The sex in the beginning is lacking, but keep reading, it gets better.

Prelude:

Sakura was a new guest at our penthouse. She was the sister of Carlos’s Japanese girlfriend and had come with them for the weekend with Rigger a visiting businessman and rope bondage expert we had met at a kink weekend the week before. She and Rigger had hit it off immediately she was drawn to this rope expert who also spoke Japanese. She had a great weekend as she and slut shared Rigger in numerous ways.

The Sunday morning Sakura had expressed to slut that she wanted Rigger to take her anal cherry. Slut had embarrassed her by revealing that desire to Rigger who eagerly accepted the offer. Slut helped prepare Sakura’s ass fingering and stretching her rosebud and inserting a larger plug to help her adjust before taking Rigger’s larger than average cock.

After breakfast Rigger and Sakura had gone upstairs to slut’s room. About an hour later Rigger had to leave and after slut escorted him down to the garage, slut went upstairs to check on Sakura.

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When slut arrived and my room Sakura was lying on the bed crying. Slut climbed onto the bed and cradled Sakura in her arms.

“What is wrong, does it hurt?” slut asked.

“He is gone.” Sakura cried.

“Yes, he had to go to be ready for his work this week. But are you physically ok?” I explained.

“Oh yes, he was wonderful, so kind and patient. He didn’t rush me at all. It hurt when he first started, but very soon it just felt amazing. But he is gone.” Sakura was still crying but seemed a bit better.

I held her as she calmed down and the tears finally stopped. She reached up and kissed slut, not so much sexual but more of a thank you.

She raised up and looked at me and started to explain, “This weekend has been incredible for me. Not just him, but you and everyone else has been so nice and so supportive. I’ve never done anything like this weekend. Carlos and Hina forced me to come this weekend. I didn’t want to come. My husband died six months ago and I withdrew into a shell. My late husband did some rope which I always enjoyed, and I was afraid this weekend would bring back those memories. When I got here you greeted me warmly and then Rigger bowed and greeted us in my native language. I was immediately attracted to him and was amazed at how open and welcoming he was. Then you and he showed me what sex was, I had never experienced what happened this weekend.”

She kissed me, slut returned the kiss and it became longer and harder, our tongues intertwined, and slut gently bit her tongue and lip. She drew back a moment and again attacked my mouth, returning the nip of slut’s tongue and lip. Sakura was a fast learner.

I told her slut wanted to check her ass to make sure it was OK. slut was surprised to see the plug in her ass. “Did Rigger plug you afterwards?” I asked.

“No, I did after he left. I didn’t want to lose the parting gift that he gave me.” Sakura responded.

I gently pulled the plug out of her ass and was relieved to see no signs of blood on her ass or the plug. As slut gently pushed the plug back in her ass she moaned, so I moved the wide part of the plug back and forth through her ring before finally setting it firmly inside her.

“So, you decided you like anal sex too? Slut asked with a smile.

“Oh, yes. It hurt a bit at first, not as much as I had feared, but with slut’s prep and Rigger’s care it was just amazing. A question, I’ve always herd other Japanese girls talk about BWC, big white cock, but Rigger was my first and so far, my only. Is Rigger’s cock an average BWC?” Sakura asked while looking slut in the eyes.

I laughed, “No Rigger is not average. He is both a bit longer and wider than average, not a lot but enough. Even more important, he knows how to use it.” I explained.

Sakura though for a bit and said, “Do you mind if I ask you personal questions?

Slut looked at Sakura and smiled, “Sakura we have spent the weekend together naked, fucking Rigger together, licking each other to orgasms, eating cum out of each other’s cunt, I can’t imagine a question too personal.”

Sakura smiled and asked, “I don’t understand your relationship in this place. You are kept naked, plugged with a leather collar around your neck. You are called slut by everyone. You are groped by almost every man who comes into this penthouse. Are you a slave here?”

I thought a moment before replying realizing Sakura had no reference to the BDSM lifestyle slut led. “No Sakura, slut is not a slave. The life I live here is my own choice. I am free to leave at any time, but I cannot imagine being anywhere else. I may say that Master owns me, but my service to him is my own choice. slut accepts him as my Master and obeys his wishes and commands willingly. slut knows he cares for me and protects me. Within this house slut is my name and my pronouns. I am submissive and this lets me live as one.” I replied, watching to see if Sakura understood what I was saying.

slut could see that she was deep in thought. The concept was so foreign to her, that someone would willingly give up control to another and live the life slut led.

She finally spoke, “I think I understand. When I was married, I followed my husband’s wishes, I worked to make him happy, while he took care of me. You have just taken it to a whole new level. I see in some ways you are even freer than I was. Can I ask a big favor?”

“Of course, Sakura, what can slut do for you?” I answered.

“Can I stay here with you for a while? My house is so cold and so full of memories, while here is so warm and free, and I’m learning so much.” She almost begged.

“It is Master’s decision, but slut can’t imagine Sir saying no to have another beautiful lady in the house for a while. Fix your makeup and we can go ask Master.” I told her. Crying had really messed up her makeup and I wanted her to look good for Master when we asked.

A short while later, Sakura looked much better. She was smiling again. I helped her put her heels on again and we walked naked downstairs together. Master was in his usual chair, and I saw Kathy kneeling between his legs her head bobbing on Sir’s cock. Master smiled at us. We both walked over and knelt behind Kathy. Master squeezed his thighs together trapping Kathy’s head between them.

“Hello slut, what can I do for you two lovely ladies. Sakura, thank you for visiting us, you have been a joy to have around.” Master said with a big smile.

“Master, Sakura has a request. Please accept it, and slut will tell you more about it later.” I said keeping eye contact with Master.

Master turned to Sakura with his same smile, “Yes, Sakura what can I do for you?

“Sir, my time here has been an eye opening experience. I frankly did not want to come this weekend, but everyone has been so nice welcoming and friendly. I lost my husband suddenly six months ago and have been living in a shell since. Being here has brought me back to life. Please Sir may I stay for a while longer? By the time she finished Sakura was almost in tears again.

Master reached down with both hands and took Sakura by the shoulders and pulled her up onto Kathy’s back and into his arms. He hugged her and said, “Of course, you may stay as long as you wish. We will work out details later, but you are welcome in our home as long as you wish to stay.”

Sakura hugged and kissed Master and kept saying, “Thank you, Oh, Thank you Sir.”

Master and Sakura eventually released each other, and she slid back down Kathy’s back to kneel beside slut.

Master said, “Take my car and get what she will need while staying here. We will talk about her stay at dinner tonight. We are going out so she will need something presentable, but not fancy.”

Sakura bowed to Master before she and slut got up. We went upstairs to get dressed. The only thing Sakura had to wear was the body conscious mini dress and heels she had arrived in Saturday night. She looked stunning. Slut looked rather plain in her simple short dress and sandals.

Slut was surprised when Sakura directed us to a very nice house in an upscale part of town. I looked at her and she caught my glance and explained. “My husband was a very successful businessman.

The interior of the house reflected the Japanese owner. Not my style but obviously professionally decorated with antiques and quality was apparent everywhere. We went up to the Master bedroom.

Sakura found a suitcase and started pulling underwear and bras out of a drawer then stopped and looked at me. “I guess I really won’t need many of these when I follow your rules.”

I told her, “You don’t have to follow my rules, dress how you want to dress.”

She looked at me and sighed, “But I want to follow your rules. I want to learn what your life is like.”

Sakura had her own closet in the Master bedroom, and it was full of dresses and heels. When my mouth fell open Sakura explained. “I was what you call a trophy wife. My husband liked to show me off and made sure I not only looked good but went to every event in a new outfit.”

She pulled out several mini dresses, a few skirts and some gorgeous blouses. I grabbed a couple of sweaters for her and helped her pick out a couple of long dresses.

I grabbed a couple of babydoll night gowns out of her dresser and she asked why.

I explained, “Sometimes, being covered but exposed is sexier than being naked. Didn’t your husband like seeing you in these.”

Sakura blushed, teared up and replied, “True, he always had me wear one on the nights we made love.”

slut hugged her and she hugged me back and kissed slut. We stayed together hugging each other until Sakura stopped sniffling.