Willem Brandszoon was getting restless. He wanted to go outside, see more of this strange country. The Lady Haruna and her servant Misako kept him well occupied, that was not the issue. The problem was that he'd always been a sailor, out in the open, on the sea, exploring, traveling, finding new places. Now he'd been cooped up here for... weeks? A month? He couldn't tell.

It also drove him wild that he had no one to talk to than Haruna, and she wasn't around very often, lately. She'd told him that Lord Masamune had gotten into some trouble with the warlords of other areas, and that needed a lot of attention.

Willem had tried to find out more about those warlords, and about the whole country. If he was to live here, he wanted to know where he lived.

So far he'd learned that the Dutch were the only foreigners allowed to trade here. The Portuguese, with their blackships and their Jesuit priests, had been kicked out once they'd started to get involved with local politics. The Dutch had no interest in that. They were in it for the trade, for the business.

The sound of the shoji, the thin, moving door, made him look up from the futon mattress he was lying on. Haruna came in.

"Konnichiwa, Willem. How are you doing?" She moved towards him as if she was floating.

"I'm bored." He got up as she looked at him disapprovingly. It was so easy to forget the local manners she'd taught him if she wasn't here to practice them.

He bowed. "Konnichiwa, Haruna sama." Only after she'd smiled and he'd offered her to sit down, did he repeat that he was bored.

Haruna sat down on the mattress, her robe falling open. She never hid her body from him. "I am sorry for that, Willem, " she said, touching his face as he sat down too. "We are neglecting you, but Lord Masamune... is demanding."

Willem nodded. He knew all that, but that knowledge didn't satisfy him. "I hope you understand that being in this room all the time is... not fun." He had to pick his words with care, because even if she spoke his language quite well, there were plenty of words she didn't know or she misinterpreted them. She was learning, though.

Haruna nodded. "I understand. Misako will come soon, with a large cloak for you to wear. It has a..." She moved her hands over her head. "For over your face?"

"Hood, " he said.

"Ah. Yes. Hood. A hood. Then we can go outside and you can see Nagasaki city." She frowned as she let the robe slip from her shoulders. "We will go outside in the night first, so people do not see you."

Willem sighed. She was still hiding him, as if he were a dirty secret. But going out at night was better than not going out at all.

He knew very well the warning that foreigners were not allowed into the city. All traders had to stay on the island, while he had been in the city for some time already. Unseen, but still. "Yes, thank you. Domo arigato." He was picking up a little Japanese lately, which always made Haruna smile.

"You pronounce it better already, " she complimented him. "I must see that you learn more."

She was clearly in the mood to provide him with some entertainment as she let her robe fall to the floor completely. The kind of entertainment he gladly participated in. This woman's appetite for sex sometimes was insatiable. He'd also noticed that she was very eager to see him having his way with Misako, her servant. Misako never complained about that. She seemed to enjoy that as well, although Willem wasn't always certain. The girl seemed entirely dedicated to please her mistress.

Haruna lay down on the bed and spread her legs. "Pleasure me, Willem."

He knew what that meant. He'd found that Haruna and Misako were quite predictable, set in their ways. Was that something Japanese? He got out of his robe and lay down between her legs. She wanted to be eaten, licked, finger-fucked, and usually she wanted that rough, getting off several times in succession.

"I will pleasure you, my lady."

By now Willem had 'trained' the Lady Haruna that she should never expect the same thing. In the first weeks she'd complained about his creativity by always starting his pleasing of her in a different way. They'd actually had a fight over it once, and she had pushed the big sailor so far that he'd picked her up, thrown her on the futon, and simply fucked her hard, pinning her arms over her head with one hand and keeping her from screaming with the other.

He knew that her screaming would probably mean that the end of his life would arrive far too soon.

After that fuck, which was almost a rape in his view, he'd asked her if she wanted that. All the time.

Somehow that unexpected way of being used, had changed something in her view, and they'd actually talked about the way she liked having sex. She wanted this to be a routine, a ritual, the same every time, like the tea ceremony they'd done several times already.

Willem had objected. For him, having sex was like sailing a ship in rough waters: always different, always unexpected, always surprising.

Haruna had rejected the idea at first, but after a few times doing things her way, she'd asked him if they could try it his way. She had acknowledged that having sex her way was not exciting.

That was why he was always thinking about ways to make it new, different, and sometimes very wild.

Willem leaned down to her pussy and gently blew against it, aiming the flow of his breath at the slit between her legs that was already wet. She liked that, and so did he. With two fingers, he slowly opened the folds and blew again, harder, hitting her clit as well. Her hips jolted as she gasped. He blew several times more over the waiting slit, then kissed her pussy.

Willem loved the reaction of her body to what he did to it, and each time he wanted to take it further, try the new things he was thinking up during the times he was alone. He had thought up many new things.

Now he shoved his hands under her behind, lifting her up a little bit. She was small and weighed near to nothing for him. He squeezed her butt, pressing his lips on her hairy pussy and pushing his tongue into it, knowing where to go so she wouldn't get off too soon.

"Yes, Willem, yes..." Haruna moaned.

He knew she wanted to get off quickly, but he was in control; a control she granted him - within limits.

The big hands kept kneading her butt while he teased her a little longer. By the time her breath got ragged, he knew it was time. He pulled one hand back and shoved two fingers inside her. He knew she could take that, despite her small body. If she could take his dick, she could handle two fingers easily.

Willem started licking over her clit, with long, wet strokes. Haruna started muttering in Japanese, which was a good thing. He sensed her hips starting to tremble and saw the muscles in her stomach tightening. One more solid lick made her explode beneath his lips and around his fingers, which he kept in place. Slowly he'd learned how to play her body like a musical instrument, and the more he did that, the more she allowed him to play with her, taking things further and further.

Haruna's hips jolted. Her small, perky breasts were rising and falling rapidly as she moaned in that high-pitched sound he'd gotten used to by now. At first, her squeaky sounds had made him worry that she didn't like what he did or that he was hurting her, but that wrong assumption was quickly cleared away. She threw her legs around his head and shoulders, and slowly her orgasm faded.

Only when she was relaxed again, breathing more calmly, did he start stroking her thigh and kissing her tummy. She liked that, he knew. She'd once explained how much that helped her in relaxing.

Willem wondered if he could make her cum by only doing those simple things, but that would have to wait. She'd gotten off tremendously, and that was good. At first it had surprised him that she often would 'forget' to make him get off, but now he knew that could happen. It reminded him of who he was. What he was. A boy toy for an influential Japanese lady, who sometimes let him fuck her servant as well.

After a while, Haruna relaxed and her legs dropped onto the mattress again. Slowly she sat up, her face glowing. "You did that very well, Willem."

At that moment, Misako announced herself on the other side of the thin door.

*

"Dozo haitte, " Haruna said. "Come in."

Misako entered and knelt down, laying down the big package she had with her. She bowed low to the ground and said something that Willem didn't understand. He wished he could learn this language faster. This way he would always remain an outsider.

"That is yours, " Haruna said, pointing at the package. "You must try it and see if it fits." She fired off some Japanese, making Misako get up quickly.

Together with her, Willem opened the package, which contained a long cloak with a hood. It was dark blue and looked huge in the hands of the little Japanese girl. He took it from her hands and draped it over his shoulders.

Misako didn't care about the fact that he was naked; she'd seen him like that plenty of times already. She fussed over him as she adjusted the garment, pointed at small straps he could close, and how he should wear the hood so his face was mostly covered. Willem took that seriously. He was, after all, a gaijin, a foreigner, and he was on forbidden ground here in Nagasaki city. Being seen and recognized as one would be the end of Willem Brandszoon and he was not ready for that.

Haruna had gotten up as well and walked around the two, occasionally commenting on something, which Misako would then quickly correct. After a few rounds, the Lady Haruna seemed satisfied.

"You are a giant, Willem, " she said, standing in front of him and looking up at his face. "People will remember you quickly."

"But not my face, my lady, " he said. "Domo arigato gozaimasu, thank you very much, for this cloak."

She smiled and nodded. "We will come back when it's dark." She glanced at Misako, who hurried to fetch the lady's robe. After Haruna had put it on, the two left without another word.

Willem let out a deep sigh. What would happen after dark? Would they finally go outside? Or would they come back for a good fuck?

He'd have to wait. In the meantime he had a nice new garment to examine and enjoy.

*

Dusk was showing outside. Willem had paced around, and quietly he'd sung a few rowdy sailor tunes he knew. Being quiet was important for his safety. His life.

The thin door swished. Misako came in, carrying his food on a tray. As she put it on the low table, Willem noticed something peculiar. A book, bound in black leather.

"What's that?" he asked, knowing well that the Japanese woman didn't understand him. She just smiled and pointed at the other side of the table where he sat down.

As he sat there, Misako pointed at the various food items and slowly pronounced their names, so he could follow along. Each time when he managed to say something correctly, she seemed delighted and then he was allowed to eat.

"And this?" He pointed at the book.

Misako smiled and pointed at him. It was for him. Willem broke out in a bit of a sweat. He wasn't very good at reading. He was a sailor, not a scholar. He knew better than to pick up the book. First he had to get through the food lesson.

Only after that was he allowed to pick up the book. It was written by hand, and it showed words simple enough for him to follow. Whoever it was had done their best to write a kind of dictionary, translating Dutch words into Japanese.

Misako pointed at a random sentence. "Sore wa nan to itte imasu ka, " she said, leaving him puzzled.

The sentence showed the Dutch word for apple. "Ringo, " he tried, looking at her.

She giggled. "Rin-go." They repeated it a few times, until he got it right and she clapped her hands quietly.

"This is great, " Willem said. Now he had a way to learn more of the Japanese language. It did require Misako present to get the pronunciation of the words right, but this book was worth gold to him.

They practiced a few more words, and Misako forced him to repeat all of them several times, so he would stand a better chance of remembering them. Willem felt like kissing the little woman for that, but he wasn't certain if that was smart.

The door to the room opened. Lady Haruna entered. She smiled as she saw Willem and her servant with the book. "Yoi ka?" she asked.

Willem knew now that 'ka' meant a question, and 'Yoi' meant 'good'. She wanted to know if it was good. "Umai, Haruna sama, " he said. Splendid. He was proud of himself, the more as Misako quietly clapped her hands again.

"Very good, Willem. Put on your new robe. We will go outside. It is dark now." Lady Haruna spoke to Misako, who bowed and got up, hurrying off. "She will come too, " Haruna said. "I told her to get something."

Willem quickly put on his new robe and pulled the hood over his head. Next to Haruna he looked like a giant.

"Yoi, " Haruna said. "Come."

Willem couldn't believe that they were going outside for real. Into the city, the place forbidden for him. It made him a little nervous.

They left the house. Misako was there already, and she held a huge black stick in her hands. It looked far too large for her, but she offered it to Willem.

"This is a Japanese fighting staff, " Haruna explained. "People will recognize it, and they will know that you are my guard. Stand straight, yobosen." She added that 'yobosen' meant guard, and he should remember that. She told him that he should walk next to her, not behind her. That was Misako's place.