Kaori: Day 6 (The Phantom of the Opera Is Here)

Kaori: Day 6 (The Phantom of the Opera)

Everything’s ready. Kailani is in the wings, waiting in case you need further instruction on how to use the devices she brought. It wasn’t the A-frame you’d been planning to use, a simple frame to bind someone on, but her favourite toy instead. The giant bondage wheel stands hidden behind the curtains, straps ready to secure your Lady in. This thing moves, and surprisingly easy for its size. It can be rotated to make love normally or do a standing 69 and reversed for easy rear access. She also set up a table with a number of sensation devices to play with.

Rhett has given a speech to the 20 people he brought to watch the show, telling them to act as a refined theater audience. Sighs, and moans are encouraged at the right place, whoops and hollers are not. After that he’d given Claire a very intimate kiss as she settled naked at the organ down in the pit and headed off to his seat. A spotlight sits on Claire’s naked form, making sure Kaori will see her… and, of course, giving her expected show to the audience too.

Morgan finished putting up her posters in the entrance hall of the theater some time ago before giving you a naked kiss for the challenge and standing ready in front of the curtains. She’ll be the first thing Kaori sees after the posters. And they’d been a wonder in themselves. Fully developed prints looking exactly like they are produced for a broadway show. They show a stage with a stranger in a mask and low lights as background and in the foreground, a naked shot of Kaori herself shown from behind with her looking sensually over her shoulder to the camera. The logo declares:

FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY KAORI TANAKA IS

THE ACTRESS

In

THE PHANTOM IS REAL

Morgan told you the picture was one she’d taken for Kaori to put on a kink dating site but she’d deleted her profile when only assholes responded. So she’ll have a pretty good idea her friend is involved before she sees or hears her narrating the show.

Your foot taps the stage with subconscious impatience as you wait behind the curtain for Kaori to arrive. Your tablet is on a stand downstage recording so the footage can go to the college spread universe, assuming she doesn’t balk at it of course. Dr, Aragon already gave you a reminder to stay safe, sane and consensual.

Then you step behind the curtain so she won’t see you. And now, you wait…

Minutes tick painfully by. Time enough for the audience to get restless. Time enough for you to tell yourself you’d been a damn fool to believe anything could go this well. The Phantom costume you bought begins to feel claustrophobic, the mask heavy on your face. She’s not coming. You grab your phone, checking for any messages to indicate a delay or change of mind. Nothing. Claire begins to play, seemingly intent on keeping everyone interested for you.

And then you hear it. The door opens as someone enters from the side of the theater.

“Hello?”

It’s Kaori. You twitch the curtain slightly to look out and see her scanning the darkened theater, confused. Her gaze falls on the naked form of Claire as she plays the overture and Kaori’s face is a vision of shocked bewilderment and intrigue. Then she notices her friend on stage, also wearing nothing.

“Morgan? What’s going on?”

And Morgan speaks. “The actress entered the theater, striding towards the stage. She was looking for the friend who’d given her the tip about try outs for the part of Christine in Phantom of the Opera. But nobody was there.”

“What? But… huh?”

You let the curtain close properly so you’re not detected as Kaori steps on the stage. She walks over towards Morgan, trying to work out what’s going on.

“Why are you naked? What rehearsal?”

A confusion of questions flowed from her as she approached her friend.

“There was magic in the air that night, a sorcery that summoned shades and hallucinations. She held a poster in her hand showing her own naked form in a play that was definitely not the original Phantom of the Opera. Slowly she realized there was something strange afoot. Something that could not be and yet… something that threatened to seize her mind and body in a thrill she dared not even dream of. What phantoms were these?”

And that’s when Claire let’s loose with the main song, the Phantom of the Opera’s own theme. Her music is loud, all encompassing. It makes your body tremble with power. You wonder how Kaori will react to the revelation as Kailani raises the curtain.

Kaori turns to see you standing before the bondage wheel and raises her hand to her mouth in surprise. Not that she seems distressed. Quite the opposite in fact as she bites her finger excitedly.

“It seemed beyond bizarre,” finished Morgan, stepping back towards the curtains. “But the Phantom of the Opera was real, and to him… she WAS Christine.”

“You have resisted me too long, Christine, come here!” you command, dropping your voice deeper than normal to make it more dramatic.

She shakes her head. “I’m… I’m NOT Christine. I’m Kaori Tanaka! I’m just an actress. Who are you?”

“I said come here!” you beckon her forward with an outstretched hand. “I compel you! And I will brook no more resistance!”

“Her feet betrayed her,” narrates Morgan, now off stage. “The actress could not resist the command of this strange man. Surely the Phantom existed only in a story, she told herself. And even then, in the end, it was a mere mortal. Yet this being radiated spiritual power.”

Kaori steps forward tentatively, shaking her head as if she cannot believe she’s doing this. She’s truly getting into the role now, picking up on what she’s required to do and following directions well. You take a moment to study her clothing as she draws near. The red dress she wears is tight and looks like it will unzip from the back. It’s a one piece so removing that will leave her in whatever underwear she has on. If any, you think. The dress has a low and wide neckline and you see no sign of bra straps or cups.

As she stands beside you, you take her by the shoulders and spin her around to face the audience.

“Tonight, they will see your body shine, my love!” you state, letting your voice carry. Then you lean down to her ear so only she can hear you. “There are twenty people in the audience, and someone special in box five. There’s a camera off to the side recording us. If you want to stop at all, now or later say red. I’ll assume normal protestations are just part of the play acting. Nod if you understand and accept.”

She bows her head once, just barely, so you can see she is okay with the setup. Then, “N-no! I’m not Christine, Christine isn’t real!”

Her voice projects out over the darkened room. You ease her zipper down and then pull the sleeves of the dress over her arms to let it fall to the ground.

“YOU ARE MY BELOVED CHRISTINE!:” you bellow with mock annoyance. “And I will show you the pleasure only I can bring you!”

She shakes her head as the dress falls from her body, projecting her voice in a performance of protest. “This cannot be real! Who are you?!”

“I am the Phantom, my love. The one who calls to you in sleep each night. And you have fought your desires too long.”

You were right about her lack of a bra, but are surprised to see she has no panties either. She came knowing this was for something sexual and is evidently eager for such an experience, even if she had no idea what exactly would happen.

You walk her to the bondage wheel, checking her body language as well as listening for her safeword. She gives no sign of being afraid or unwilling, other than mild gasps and half-formed utterances. She even starts raising her own arms towards the upper bindings before you take hold of them. Still, she’s playing the part well for the audience, and perhaps for herself too, living out the chikan dream in the best way she can.

Once her arms are secured you take each foot and place it on a small stand provided to give her support, securing her in position with leg bindings. With that, she’s displayed for all to see, spreadeagled against the wood.

“No, phantom, please! I am not who you think. I’m an actress. I’ve never even touched a man before!”

She shakes her head, feigning fear while mouthing “green” at you so you don’t misinterpret her actions. Not that you could. Her nipples stand out proud and firm, waiting for your attention.

You turn to the table and choose your first toy - an individual ice cube from the bucket. Water trickles over your fingers as it begins to melt in your grasp. To you, it feels too cold and you wonder how she will feel when that chil hits her more sensitive spots. Kaori shakes her head, her mouth wide and eyebrows raised, as you raise it before her eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“You have been cold to me so long, longer than the time I spent in the afterlife before your beauty made me rise. Now you may see how that cold felt.”

You stroke the ice cube down her throat, tracing a wet line across her chest. She shivers delightfully as you draw a circle around her soft breasts. Her excitement grows further as her nipples point firmly at you.

“What manner of man are you?” she cries. “Your touch is cold as the grave!”

“A Phantom, Christine. Does the poster upon your wall not declare such!”

You stroke the half-melted ice down across her belly, teasing the lips of her sex with its chill texture. She gasps as you let it tease briefly within her, a half second to brush against her clit before moving it back safely outside. A flicker of fear crosses her face, perhaps worrying what damage ice inserted inside her might do. That had never been your intention though, simply the delicious threat that would not be fulfilled.

As the last of the ice trickles into water over her shaven mons you lean in and assure her you won’t harm her. You take the time to bite the nape of her neck, drawing blood to the surface.

“You frighten me, Phantom,” she cries, adding a tremor to her voice.

“There is no need for fear, Christine. All you need do is surrender to me.”

You dry your hand and take the electrostim glove from the table. Kaori’s brow knots in confusion as you slip it on. Then you touch it to her body and she feels the delicious tingle of electricity playing across her skin. There’s a gasp from the audience, a murmur. Someone out there seems to know EXACTLY what is happening on a very personal level.

Slowly you stroke your index finger around her breasts, causing her to shudder as the unfamiliar sensations play through her. Memories of what Kailani subjected you to on camera in the first week make you wish she gave you permission to turn it up. It would be delicious to see Kaori dance on the wheel, but Kailani was right that until she knew what she was surrendering to it would be unfair to demand more than sensual play.

“What is this feeling?” Kaori asks. “I burn for you. For the touch of the other world.”

You stroke her sides with the glove, one after the other, in slow sequence. She gasps and shivers in her bonds. Her head tips back and you see her knees slacken. Were it not for her wrists being tied to the frame, she’d have fallen.

“Then burn for me,” you say.

And you trace your finger in, across her hips, towards her wet slit. A slight cough, barely perceptible, from the wing draws your attention. Kailani stands there watching. She shakes her head in warning and following her direction, you move your finger away again and tease the inside of Kaori’s thighs. You’re not sure why she made you stop, but you know she’s the expert and that’s enough for you.

“But not yet. First, you must be punished for resisting me for so long!”

You swivel the internal part of the frame so Kaori’s back is towards you and reach for a flogger. You give it an experimental flick in the air, once to test how it feels, once harder to make it crack… hoping to elicit a safe feeling of fear in her mind to match the fantasy of losing control. The noise proves to be disappointing. Still Kaori’s voice rises in protest, an actress fully embracing her role.

You marvel at the amount of faith she’s putting in you, let alone the desperation you’re guessing she’s felt to live out some semblance of her fetish. She’s accepted this whole situation far too willingly for any other conclusion.

Her buttocks quiver delightfully as you flick the falls of the flogger against them. Your strike is gentle, just enough to let her feel the contact without any pain. But as you flick it again across her other cheek you increase the strength just slightly. Kaori moans in her bonds, inviting more. Again you switch to her right cheek, then her left, alternating as you slowly increase the pressure and the pace.

“I’m sorry, Phantom, I did not know!”

She cries out, as her skin turns pink, then shades slightly to red. You stop and turn the flogger around to prod her sensitive ass. That makes her hiss at the increased pain, but she doesn’t indicate a desire to end this. So you press the end of the shaft between her cheeks and let her feel its pressure against her asshole.

“Tell me you are mine, Christine!”

“I am yours!”

“And I will claim you however and wherever I wish!”

She’s gasping, glancing over her shoulder at you as you begin to disrobe. First your cloak pools on the floor, then the elegant shirt joins in. The glove and flogger land beside them. And you step forward, still wearing your pants as you circle your hands around her body.

“I will do with you as I wish, my treasured pet,” you say.

She nods as your fingers squeeze her nipples. She’s beyond ready for you to take her. You’re not sure if she would enjoy anal normally, but you have a feeling that right now, in this particular scene, she’d welcome whatever you did to her. Which is why you don’t. That could be something she regretted later.

You unfasten your pants and push them and your underwear to the floor. Your cock presses between her buttocks and she swallows hard. She’s tense there, at least at first, but slowly she presses back against you. Instead of taking the offering, you bend at the knees and push between her thighs, entering her tight, wet cunt slowly.

You begin to fuck her, moving slow at first so you each feel every inch of the contact. Your fingers twist and squeeze her sensitive buds harder. You bite the nape of her neck again, harder than before. This mark will stay, at least for a while.

“You’re mine, Christine,” you say .”And you always will be.”

She’s moving with you now. Every time you push in, she pushes back, making sure you enter her fully. As you feel the walls of her pussy begin to squeeze your cock you move fast, harder, deeper. And she begins to cry out.

“I was innocent! You **** me, Phantom, you **** me to betray myself!”

“Betrayal?” You raise your voice in mock anger. “Never lie to me, Christine. You surrendered to this willingly!”

And you thrust harder, the two of you fucking in abandonment. Still she tries to stay in character.

“What magic is this that compels me? Phantom… you… oh fuck… Pha… oh fuck…”

“NO Magic, CHRISTINE!” you yell, your voice losing any hope of modulation as waves of pleasure drive you onwards to your own orgasm.

“”FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!!” she screams.

And with that, any hope of maintaining characters in the stage play is gone. You’re both too deep into lust now, and don’t even hear the cries of encouragement go up from the audience. You ride her eager body with everything you have, meeting equal desire in return. Your balls feel tight as you near your climax and then, as you bite, and squeeze and thrust, you erupt within her. She’s screaming in pleasure, as her pussy walls milk you. Her head shakes from side to side, showing her own orgasm is one of the strongest she’s had.

And then you almost collapse, grasping her body to hold yourself upright. Your legs want to give way. Your cock throbs as it softens. And your breath comes ragged. For a moment, you’re not even aware of what’s happening and as you regain awareness it’s to the sound of cheering.

The theater is fully lit, letting you see the audience as they see you. Slowly you unfasten Kaori and help her step from the bondage wheel, easing her to her feet and making sure she can stand.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

She nods. “No thanks to you… I’m not sure I can walk!”

You laugh and take her hand, supporting each other as you step forward to the front of the stage. And there, gazing into each other’s eyes, you take your bow.