In a locker room on the first floor, Kawasaki and I were asked to take off all our clothes, only wear disposable underwear and robe, and wear the bracelet given to us by Oshimae.
There was a security guard watching us all the way through the whole process, and there was no possibility of sucking things.
Kawasaki explained to me while changing clothes. Considering the privacy of those important guests, there is no monitor installed on the entire second floor of the underground, and of course, guests are not allowed to carry any equipment that can record and video. This green bracelet is our only identity certificate. Moreover, this small bracelet also has access control, positioning and calling chips, so we can only move in the designated area. If the sensor detects that we cross the line, the first time is to use the bracelet vibration prompt, and the second time is to send security guards to find it.
Kawasaki also reminded me that when moving on the second floor of the underground, you must not remove the bracelet because the entire air-raid shelter is intricate. If you get lost inside, you will not be able to let the staff rescue without wearing a bracelet. You may not be able to get out in your life.
Not far from the locker room is an old-fashioned mechanical elevator, which can only be opened by the keys in the security guard's hand
The elevator carried the three of us towards the depths of the ground, and it took more than a minute to stop.
As the elevator door opened, a chill hit my face, which made me, who was only wearing a robe, shivered. Will my wife be locked in this area, and will she be exposed to this cold environment, and she will be bound by her hands and feet. She will definitely feel even more frightened and helpless, right?
As I walked out of a passage, a scene that could only be seen in a TV movie was presented to me. It was a huge and spectacular underground project, a curved and continuous circular arched passage with a width and height that was enough to accommodate two heavy trucks to meet. And every ten meters out, there was a fork. I began to understand what Kawasaki said before. Without guidance, I would definitely not be able to find a way out from this underground air raid shelter.
I noticed that every time I arrived at a fork in the road, there would be a green or red arrow on the wall. I guess the green head cut is the area where our members can go.
Strangely, the more you go, the temperature around you seems to be getting warmer. There should be a central air conditioner somewhere that is turning the cold underground space into the most suitable environment for the human body.
I felt a little surprised that I hadn't met a member in such a huge underground building complex. Unlike the previous underground floor, men and women wearing leather or naked bodies could be seen everywhere.
After turning an S-turn, there was finally a sound of footsteps in front of me. It was probably two tall men, and they should be pushing a cart. The sound of metal wheels and cement floor rubbing against each other seemed particularly clear and harsh in the empty air-raid shelter.
A few seconds later, two burly men came towards us. Their outfits were exactly the same as those of the security guards around us, and they were wearing gray bracelets. They were indeed pushing an old cart. Judging from the age, they should be old things from World War II.
The object on the cart turned out to be a living woman, a naked woman tied like a rice dumpling with hooves face down, was wriggling on the cart, but that level of professional bondage, even a man could not break free, let alone this woman
Fujita?
, Kawasaki?
Kawasaki actually met a security guard opposite him. Later, Kawasaki introduced that the bald man named Fujita was the younger brother of a little lover, and that lover later became a slave to the club.
It's also funny. My sister is trained by men in the club, and my younger brother is also a security guard in this club.
The two of them exchanged greetings without saying a word. From the reactions of the other two security guards, Fujita's level seemed to be higher than them. Using this gap, I could observe the woman on the cart carefully. The woman's head was lowered on the edge of the cart, and a black belt was tied behind her head. In addition, she could only make a faint whine when she struggled, obviously there was a ball of mouth stuffed in her mouth. And I noticed that there was a intermittent water mark left behind the cart, which should be the saliva flowing down by the woman.
The woman's hands were tied behind her back with elbows, and her two plump thighs were folded and tied together. The rope that tied her feet and hands was connected together, so that the woman's body always maintained a shape of a buttocks and half-arched arches. A hemp rope was tightly tied between the woman's thighs. Every time she twisted and struggled, it would touch the hemp rope between the thighs, bringing strange stimulation to her body.
The person who tied her was ruthless, but he was very skillful, so even if the rope was tied into the woman's flesh, there was no sign of purple on the woman's hands and feet. It can be seen that the person tied was very professional. The place where the rope was focused cleverly avoided the woman's arteries and blood vessels. In this way, even if it was tied for a long time, it would not cause permanent damage to the woman's body.
Although the woman's body looks so familiar, especially her plump and big butt, I can almost determine that this is my wife, but I thought that my wife was still so cooperative a few hours ago, taking the initiative to back her hands, and even taking the initiative to walk in front of the staff. How could she need to be tied up so severely? This should be just another disobedient big butt female slave.
This big ass is good Ah, which guy is this for?
Of course, Kawasaki noticed the tied woman. He squatted down and slapped the woman's big buttocks, and saw that their plump buttocks were shaking up and down like waves, making the men's eyes straight.
You should know that guy too, Junichi Watanabe Fujita's expression was a little disdainful, I don't know if it was for this person or his method
However, this kid is not good at doing business, so he has a way of training women. Kawasaki obviously knows this teacher named Watanabe.
It's Ah, he is a master of playing with women's anus, and he likes such a big ass woman the most
Fujita made a gesture, Mr. Kawasaki, you and your friends can go to the waiting room first, and come to find you after I send this woman over.
Go quickly, don't let that kid wait for a long time, or you'll have to try new tricks with a woman
Kawasaki pinched the woman's buttocks hard. The woman was so painful that she whimpered, but her hands and feet were tied tightly, and she could not stop Kawasaki's behavior, let alone the enema that she was about to face in a while.
The rhythmic sound of pulleys sounded again in the huge underground passage, getting farther and farther away until it disappeared somewhere
Kawasaki and I were taken to a luxuriously decorated lounge. The sofas, coffee tables, stools and other furniture here were valuable at first glance. If I hadn't been through the underground air-raid shelter, I might have thought that this was in a luxurious club.
When Fujita returned to the lounge again, he handed the two tablets to Kawasaki and me
You can choose the slave you need through this. The tablet computer shows photos of two rows of women. Most of these photos were taken during training, some were tied to punishment racks, some were hung in the air, and some were tied to Trojan horses...
Each woman's photo also marks her measurement, age, occupation, time to join the club, and the expenses required by members.
I noticed that there are 13 pages of female slaves in total, which means there are 130 female slaves for members to choose from. After clicking on the photos of each woman, you will see more detailed introductions, such as the woman’s previous life, work photos, more trained photos, even videos, and more detailed text introductions.
In the text introduction, in addition to introducing the types of training that female slaves have received and the information of training teachers they have experienced, they also spent a lot of time introducing the life of female slaves before coming to the club. For example, a woman named Aso Saeko kept taking care of her husband and children at home after getting married, until she found evidence of her husband's cheating. After a decisive divorce, she came here by a friend's introduction and became the permanent female slave of the club. She has received 58 guests.
If it were my wife, how would this introduction be described?
This question flashed through my mind. Do you also say that she was a very strong woman. After discovering that her husband was playing with other women in the club, she became a female slave in the club and volunteered to be trained by other men.
But strangely, I searched through the menu on these 13 pages and found no information about my wife.
Isn't the female slave who just joined here? I couldn't help asking Fujita, but I regretted it as soon as I opened my mouth
That's because Kawasaki repeatedly told me that I should try not to speak in clubs, because these Japanese clubs are very xenophobic and never accept foreigners, especially Chinese people.
Although I often deal with Japanese business and am proficient in Japanese, I still have a unique accent as soon as I open my mouth
He is not a Japanese? Sure enough, Fujita did not answer my question, but stared at me alertly
Fang Sang is my best partner, you can trust him completely. Kawasaki also glared at me and quickly helped me smooth things over. Moreover, his membership was given by Mr. Oshima E.
Hearing the three words Oshimae, Fujita's expression immediately calmed down, and he lowered his head and muttered, if it was Mr. Oshima's meaning, then that's it.
Why are the new female slaves not here? I asked the same question again
According to the rules, new female slaves must be professionally trained for a period of time before they are qualified to serve customers. Fujita suddenly thought of something, are you talking about the new Chinese woman?
Yes, she is my wife. At this point, I have nothing to hide from
Oh my God, Fujita slapped his forehead suddenly, you just missed it with her
What!
I stood up from the sofa in shock. The woman tied like a rice dumpling on the cart just now turned out to be my wife Wenjie?
Then isn't she now being trained by that slutty man?
Don't worry, Fang Sang, Watanabe is not good at doing business, but training women is still very professional. Your wife will definitely be trained as you wish and will be trained to be a obedient bitch Ah
Kawasaki also stood up and squeezed between Fujita and me
I think this female slave is good. The young woman with big ass is my favorite, so I chose her!
Kawasaki handed a photo of a woman who was clicked to Fujita. She was indeed a woman with big breasts and big buttocks, and her figure was a bit similar to my wife.
Maybe it's because I know my sexual wife's hobby, so Kawasaki never hides his love for my wife. If someone in this world wants his wife to become a sex slave than me, then it must be Kawasaki
When he was slapping his wife's butt just now, he probably didn't expect that this woman was exactly what he dreamed of, our Fang Jun's wife
OK, Mr. Kawasaki, do you need an assistant? Here you can provide 1-2 assistants for your training, and of course it is also paid.
Fujita looked straight at Kawasaki, as if looking forward to something
Of course, then there is Fujita-kun
Hearing Kawasaki's words, Fujita also smiled. In the club, being a member's assistant is a big flaw. He can get a good reward and train and play with women.
Before leaving, Kawasaki squeezed his eyes at me, as if I asked me to choose one quickly, but I didn't have the idea. I was still searching on my tablet, hoping to see even a little information about my wife. After I almost clicked on each link, I still couldn't find any information about my wife, but I saw another familiar name Junichi Watanabe.
There are two options in the updated directory of this membership system. One is to choose a female slave, and the other is to introduce the teacher. Among about 30 teachers, I saw the introduction of Watanabe: Junichi Watanabe, male, born in Showa in 1963 (1963), is from Tokyo, a professional businessman, good at humiliating, depersonalizing training, washing enemas, and abuse of anus. He is patient and cruel...
Below Watanabe's text introduction, there are three short videos that are less than 20 seconds long. I opened it one by one:
The first paragraph is a woman who was tied up and raised her butt and knelt on the ground. A stick was tied between the woman's knees, making her unable to hold her legs together. This is a standard enema position. A thin half-old man, probably Junichi Watanabe, picked up a syringe full of liquid and came to the woman's big butt. The camera also switched to a close-up of the woman's butt. A brown anus was twitching nervously. The three-centimeter-long syringe nozzle easily broke through the woman's anal defense line. As the piston of the syringe pushed forward, the liquid in the entire tube was injected into the woman's butt...
The second paragraph is another woman fixed on a gynecological table. A rubber tube is connected to a black anus plug and is inserted into a woman's anus. The other end of the rubber tube is connected to a large transparent water bag hanging above the gynecological table. The woman watched the liquid in the water bag flow into her anus bit by bit, but because her hands and feet were tightly bound, there was no possibility of resistance at all. The thin half-old man leisurely sipped the tea ceremony next to her, observing the woman's reaction from time to time.
The woman's desperate expression made me think of my wife. She should be receiving Watanabe's enema, and she must be equally helpless and desperate...
The third paragraph is a woman with her hands tied back, her big butt squatted on a washbasin, as if she was trying to defecate. A white object was looming in the anus that was closed one by one. The camera was facing the woman's butt, but it was very painful from the woman's voice. The white object became larger and larger, and it stretched the woman's anus into a 4,5 cm diameter brown flesh ring. Finally, with a puff, a white object squeezed out of the anus and fell into the basin below. I thought the woman could breathe a sigh of relief, but I didn't expect that a white egg was squeezed to the anus soon. After the expansion of the first egg, the eggs behind were also quickly discharged. The camera moved from the woman's butt to the basin, and 5 eggs stained with intestinal fluid were lying inside...
There was a security guard watching us all the way through the whole process, and there was no possibility of sucking things.
Kawasaki explained to me while changing clothes. Considering the privacy of those important guests, there is no monitor installed on the entire second floor of the underground, and of course, guests are not allowed to carry any equipment that can record and video. This green bracelet is our only identity certificate. Moreover, this small bracelet also has access control, positioning and calling chips, so we can only move in the designated area. If the sensor detects that we cross the line, the first time is to use the bracelet vibration prompt, and the second time is to send security guards to find it.
Kawasaki also reminded me that when moving on the second floor of the underground, you must not remove the bracelet because the entire air-raid shelter is intricate. If you get lost inside, you will not be able to let the staff rescue without wearing a bracelet. You may not be able to get out in your life.
Not far from the locker room is an old-fashioned mechanical elevator, which can only be opened by the keys in the security guard's hand
The elevator carried the three of us towards the depths of the ground, and it took more than a minute to stop.
As the elevator door opened, a chill hit my face, which made me, who was only wearing a robe, shivered. Will my wife be locked in this area, and will she be exposed to this cold environment, and she will be bound by her hands and feet. She will definitely feel even more frightened and helpless, right?
As I walked out of a passage, a scene that could only be seen in a TV movie was presented to me. It was a huge and spectacular underground project, a curved and continuous circular arched passage with a width and height that was enough to accommodate two heavy trucks to meet. And every ten meters out, there was a fork. I began to understand what Kawasaki said before. Without guidance, I would definitely not be able to find a way out from this underground air raid shelter.
I noticed that every time I arrived at a fork in the road, there would be a green or red arrow on the wall. I guess the green head cut is the area where our members can go.
Strangely, the more you go, the temperature around you seems to be getting warmer. There should be a central air conditioner somewhere that is turning the cold underground space into the most suitable environment for the human body.
I felt a little surprised that I hadn't met a member in such a huge underground building complex. Unlike the previous underground floor, men and women wearing leather or naked bodies could be seen everywhere.
After turning an S-turn, there was finally a sound of footsteps in front of me. It was probably two tall men, and they should be pushing a cart. The sound of metal wheels and cement floor rubbing against each other seemed particularly clear and harsh in the empty air-raid shelter.
A few seconds later, two burly men came towards us. Their outfits were exactly the same as those of the security guards around us, and they were wearing gray bracelets. They were indeed pushing an old cart. Judging from the age, they should be old things from World War II.
The object on the cart turned out to be a living woman, a naked woman tied like a rice dumpling with hooves face down, was wriggling on the cart, but that level of professional bondage, even a man could not break free, let alone this woman
Fujita?
, Kawasaki?
Kawasaki actually met a security guard opposite him. Later, Kawasaki introduced that the bald man named Fujita was the younger brother of a little lover, and that lover later became a slave to the club.
It's also funny. My sister is trained by men in the club, and my younger brother is also a security guard in this club.
The two of them exchanged greetings without saying a word. From the reactions of the other two security guards, Fujita's level seemed to be higher than them. Using this gap, I could observe the woman on the cart carefully. The woman's head was lowered on the edge of the cart, and a black belt was tied behind her head. In addition, she could only make a faint whine when she struggled, obviously there was a ball of mouth stuffed in her mouth. And I noticed that there was a intermittent water mark left behind the cart, which should be the saliva flowing down by the woman.
The woman's hands were tied behind her back with elbows, and her two plump thighs were folded and tied together. The rope that tied her feet and hands was connected together, so that the woman's body always maintained a shape of a buttocks and half-arched arches. A hemp rope was tightly tied between the woman's thighs. Every time she twisted and struggled, it would touch the hemp rope between the thighs, bringing strange stimulation to her body.
The person who tied her was ruthless, but he was very skillful, so even if the rope was tied into the woman's flesh, there was no sign of purple on the woman's hands and feet. It can be seen that the person tied was very professional. The place where the rope was focused cleverly avoided the woman's arteries and blood vessels. In this way, even if it was tied for a long time, it would not cause permanent damage to the woman's body.
Although the woman's body looks so familiar, especially her plump and big butt, I can almost determine that this is my wife, but I thought that my wife was still so cooperative a few hours ago, taking the initiative to back her hands, and even taking the initiative to walk in front of the staff. How could she need to be tied up so severely? This should be just another disobedient big butt female slave.
This big ass is good Ah, which guy is this for?
Of course, Kawasaki noticed the tied woman. He squatted down and slapped the woman's big buttocks, and saw that their plump buttocks were shaking up and down like waves, making the men's eyes straight.
You should know that guy too, Junichi Watanabe Fujita's expression was a little disdainful, I don't know if it was for this person or his method
However, this kid is not good at doing business, so he has a way of training women. Kawasaki obviously knows this teacher named Watanabe.
It's Ah, he is a master of playing with women's anus, and he likes such a big ass woman the most
Fujita made a gesture, Mr. Kawasaki, you and your friends can go to the waiting room first, and come to find you after I send this woman over.
Go quickly, don't let that kid wait for a long time, or you'll have to try new tricks with a woman
Kawasaki pinched the woman's buttocks hard. The woman was so painful that she whimpered, but her hands and feet were tied tightly, and she could not stop Kawasaki's behavior, let alone the enema that she was about to face in a while.
The rhythmic sound of pulleys sounded again in the huge underground passage, getting farther and farther away until it disappeared somewhere
Kawasaki and I were taken to a luxuriously decorated lounge. The sofas, coffee tables, stools and other furniture here were valuable at first glance. If I hadn't been through the underground air-raid shelter, I might have thought that this was in a luxurious club.
When Fujita returned to the lounge again, he handed the two tablets to Kawasaki and me
You can choose the slave you need through this. The tablet computer shows photos of two rows of women. Most of these photos were taken during training, some were tied to punishment racks, some were hung in the air, and some were tied to Trojan horses...
Each woman's photo also marks her measurement, age, occupation, time to join the club, and the expenses required by members.
I noticed that there are 13 pages of female slaves in total, which means there are 130 female slaves for members to choose from. After clicking on the photos of each woman, you will see more detailed introductions, such as the woman’s previous life, work photos, more trained photos, even videos, and more detailed text introductions.
In the text introduction, in addition to introducing the types of training that female slaves have received and the information of training teachers they have experienced, they also spent a lot of time introducing the life of female slaves before coming to the club. For example, a woman named Aso Saeko kept taking care of her husband and children at home after getting married, until she found evidence of her husband's cheating. After a decisive divorce, she came here by a friend's introduction and became the permanent female slave of the club. She has received 58 guests.
If it were my wife, how would this introduction be described?
This question flashed through my mind. Do you also say that she was a very strong woman. After discovering that her husband was playing with other women in the club, she became a female slave in the club and volunteered to be trained by other men.
But strangely, I searched through the menu on these 13 pages and found no information about my wife.
Isn't the female slave who just joined here? I couldn't help asking Fujita, but I regretted it as soon as I opened my mouth
That's because Kawasaki repeatedly told me that I should try not to speak in clubs, because these Japanese clubs are very xenophobic and never accept foreigners, especially Chinese people.
Although I often deal with Japanese business and am proficient in Japanese, I still have a unique accent as soon as I open my mouth
He is not a Japanese? Sure enough, Fujita did not answer my question, but stared at me alertly
Fang Sang is my best partner, you can trust him completely. Kawasaki also glared at me and quickly helped me smooth things over. Moreover, his membership was given by Mr. Oshima E.
Hearing the three words Oshimae, Fujita's expression immediately calmed down, and he lowered his head and muttered, if it was Mr. Oshima's meaning, then that's it.
Why are the new female slaves not here? I asked the same question again
According to the rules, new female slaves must be professionally trained for a period of time before they are qualified to serve customers. Fujita suddenly thought of something, are you talking about the new Chinese woman?
Yes, she is my wife. At this point, I have nothing to hide from
Oh my God, Fujita slapped his forehead suddenly, you just missed it with her
What!
I stood up from the sofa in shock. The woman tied like a rice dumpling on the cart just now turned out to be my wife Wenjie?
Then isn't she now being trained by that slutty man?
Don't worry, Fang Sang, Watanabe is not good at doing business, but training women is still very professional. Your wife will definitely be trained as you wish and will be trained to be a obedient bitch Ah
Kawasaki also stood up and squeezed between Fujita and me
I think this female slave is good. The young woman with big ass is my favorite, so I chose her!
Kawasaki handed a photo of a woman who was clicked to Fujita. She was indeed a woman with big breasts and big buttocks, and her figure was a bit similar to my wife.
Maybe it's because I know my sexual wife's hobby, so Kawasaki never hides his love for my wife. If someone in this world wants his wife to become a sex slave than me, then it must be Kawasaki
When he was slapping his wife's butt just now, he probably didn't expect that this woman was exactly what he dreamed of, our Fang Jun's wife
OK, Mr. Kawasaki, do you need an assistant? Here you can provide 1-2 assistants for your training, and of course it is also paid.
Fujita looked straight at Kawasaki, as if looking forward to something
Of course, then there is Fujita-kun
Hearing Kawasaki's words, Fujita also smiled. In the club, being a member's assistant is a big flaw. He can get a good reward and train and play with women.
Before leaving, Kawasaki squeezed his eyes at me, as if I asked me to choose one quickly, but I didn't have the idea. I was still searching on my tablet, hoping to see even a little information about my wife. After I almost clicked on each link, I still couldn't find any information about my wife, but I saw another familiar name Junichi Watanabe.
There are two options in the updated directory of this membership system. One is to choose a female slave, and the other is to introduce the teacher. Among about 30 teachers, I saw the introduction of Watanabe: Junichi Watanabe, male, born in Showa in 1963 (1963), is from Tokyo, a professional businessman, good at humiliating, depersonalizing training, washing enemas, and abuse of anus. He is patient and cruel...
Below Watanabe's text introduction, there are three short videos that are less than 20 seconds long. I opened it one by one:
The first paragraph is a woman who was tied up and raised her butt and knelt on the ground. A stick was tied between the woman's knees, making her unable to hold her legs together. This is a standard enema position. A thin half-old man, probably Junichi Watanabe, picked up a syringe full of liquid and came to the woman's big butt. The camera also switched to a close-up of the woman's butt. A brown anus was twitching nervously. The three-centimeter-long syringe nozzle easily broke through the woman's anal defense line. As the piston of the syringe pushed forward, the liquid in the entire tube was injected into the woman's butt...
The second paragraph is another woman fixed on a gynecological table. A rubber tube is connected to a black anus plug and is inserted into a woman's anus. The other end of the rubber tube is connected to a large transparent water bag hanging above the gynecological table. The woman watched the liquid in the water bag flow into her anus bit by bit, but because her hands and feet were tightly bound, there was no possibility of resistance at all. The thin half-old man leisurely sipped the tea ceremony next to her, observing the woman's reaction from time to time.
The woman's desperate expression made me think of my wife. She should be receiving Watanabe's enema, and she must be equally helpless and desperate...
The third paragraph is a woman with her hands tied back, her big butt squatted on a washbasin, as if she was trying to defecate. A white object was looming in the anus that was closed one by one. The camera was facing the woman's butt, but it was very painful from the woman's voice. The white object became larger and larger, and it stretched the woman's anus into a 4,5 cm diameter brown flesh ring. Finally, with a puff, a white object squeezed out of the anus and fell into the basin below. I thought the woman could breathe a sigh of relief, but I didn't expect that a white egg was squeezed to the anus soon. After the expansion of the first egg, the eggs behind were also quickly discharged. The camera moved from the woman's butt to the basin, and 5 eggs stained with intestinal fluid were lying inside...
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