Finding the beast

So yesterdays story ended with me getting thoroughly fucked on a tatami mat room in the middle of Tokyo. But where does it start? I could say it started with my first memories of masturbating to fantasies of pain and humiliation before I even knew what sex was. The problem is that would bore both of us, I can bore us with background later. Lets get to the fun part and find the beast.

Once upon a time a young woman sets off to distant lands seeking adventure, change and a way to postpone starting serious adult life...

I arrived in Tokyo pretty much clueless. I didn't have a job or know a single person, I did, however, have complete faith that it would all work out. I just needed to kill time, lots of anti-social, jet lagged hours of time until it did. This is where Internet comes in.

Now let me pause for a moment to swear my unwavering love to Internet my friend, lover and companion through many sleepless nights. I love Internet, but I also shamelessly use him horrendously. I expect him to entertain me, inform me, help me, keep me company, guide me and most importantly turn me on and get me off, all without giving him anything in return. However, Internet and I have one thing in common in that we are both masochists and thankfully he gladly takes my abuse and keeps on giving.

So I am crawling all over Internet turning myself on with the dirty stories he whispers in my ear, and the visual stimuli he feasts before my eyes. I am exploring his surface with rapidly moving fingers and riveted eyes. I am using him to get to his other perverted friends in hopes of leaving him for some more tangible action. Poor Internet.

It is during my use of Internet that my beast finds me. One of my comments in a pervert forum screams out prey to him and he moves in to devour. He mails me and we start mailing back and forth. Its fast and rampant and we know we want to get rid of Internet. Threesomes are fun and all but now Internets use is over and hes in the way. My beast calls me. We chat, well actually he interrogates me in a sexy Italian like accent. He wants to know all about my experiences, my past sex life, my bdsm interests, the works. I am thinking this is rather forward for a first call but I answer everything, glad he cant see my red face. I'm already his and every thing I admit to him gets filed in his mind for future ammunition. He suggests we meet, and I quickly agree silencing the common sense meter that reads:

THIS IS A FREAKIN BAD IDEA!!!

I have no idea why it was telling me that, I was only planning to traipse across a city I had no clue about, with a language I couldn't speak, where I knew no one and meet someone I had talked to once -on the phone and who I knew itched with every fiber of his body to make me hurt and make me scream. Oh well, it will be safe in a public area...right?

And so a few days later I find myself incompetently navigating Tokyo's metro system, the train steadily drawing me closer to the jungle of Shibuya where my beast lies in wait...