“It feels very nice, Jun-san. Let me thank you properly for this gift.” Taking her cock in my mouth, sucking gently and tasting my ass on it. I found the flavor slightly bitter, almost acrid, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to clean her as best I could, and circled my tongue around the head, licking at the soft ridge with the tip of my tongue before taking her completely inside me. I bathed her cock thoroughly with my tongue and moved to her balls, pressing the shaft to my face as I suckled at the silky soft scrotum. I would have been content to let Jun cum in my mouth and more than happy to swallow her sweet cream, but she lifted my face tenderly when her orgasm grew near.
“We must stop now,” Jun told me. “My Mistress will expect me to perform for her later and if you make me cum again, I’ll be punished.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked her with a giggle, giving the head of her cock one last suck before allowing my friend to pull away from my lips.
Jun laughed also. “No, Jen-san. The punishment isn’t bad for me, but only the disappointment to my Mistress.” She pulled me to my feet and pulled my thong up my legs before fixing her shorts. I watched as Jun pushed her swollen cock down with some difficulty, tucking it between her legs so that it curled under her balls. She gave me a small pout, blaming me for making her cock so stiff. It looked uncomfortable to me, but when Jun pulled up her shorts it was difficult to believe she had a penis hidden away down there.
I walked a rather slowly, my body moving a little awkwardly against the pressure in my anus from the butt plug. I felt every step distinctly right there in my rectum and it did hurt if I wasn’t careful how I moved. The plug was very large, not in length so much, but in girth. Mistress Atsumi watched me and I thought I saw a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She already knew the reason for my delicate steps. Jun and I approached the two women and I bowed very low, thinking that would be appropriate, but the motion brought an intense discomfort that made me draw a sharp breath.
Mistress Atsumi watched with seeming disinterest as I straightened slowly back up, keeping my head down, but my eyes up as I was suddenly fearful that I’d displeased her somehow.
“Did you fit her with the largest one, Jun?” Kami asked and the girl nodded that she had. “And did you give her something to keep her warm also?” The woman’s voice was teasing and I blushed slightly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Jun replied.
“Did you thank Jun for your gift, slave?” Mistress Atsumi asked me.
“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded quickly. “But…”
“But what?”
“Perhaps I should thank Jun-san’s Mistress, also?” I offered with a small blush and I kept my eyes on my Mistress’ feet.
“Oh, she’s special,” Mistress Kami laughed. “Do you want to sell her?”
“Hmph,” Mistress Atsumi took the leash from Jun’s hand, moving so that she could reach beneath my too short skirt and rub my ass. She pulled my thong aside so that she could feel the base of the plug and giving it a little push-pull, ensuring it was securely inside me.
“I think we’ll skip Roppongi tonight, slave,” she spoke softly. “I feel the need for better entertainment.”
We took our leave of Mistress Kami’s BDSM shop and walked several blocks through the busy streets of Shibuya. It was sometime around nine o’clock and most of the larger retail stores were closed, but we passed a great many small bars and restaurants which would be open until well after midnight. There were a lot of people around, a large number of men who would stop for a drink or a bowl of ramen before going home after a long day at the office. They openly stared at Mistress Atsumi and I as we walked past them. The beautiful Japanese Dominatrix in her black leather leading a blonde American on a leash. I wanted to walk slowly because of the thick butt plug buried deep in my ass, but my Mistress set the pace and I had no choice but to keep up. I think she rather enjoyed it when I lagged behind as it gave the woman an excuse to give the leash a sharp tug and humiliate me in front of total strangers.
“Hurry up, slave! I don’t care if your ass hurts,” Mistress Atsumi laughed as she pulled me along. “You move like a bitch in heat. Do you need a cock, bitch?”
“N-No, Mistress,” I said and the three men following us were chuckling as they whispered amongst themselves. They’d been following us closely for a block already, wondering how much a whore like me would cost. They were deliberately vulgar and I blushed at their juvenile talk, how they would fuck me and cum on my face, for example. They were hardly imaginative, merely rude and I was grateful that Mistress Atsumi ignored one of them when he tried to ask her about me. But when he persisted, and I suspect he was more than slightly drunk, she stopped.
“Open my purse,” Mistress Atsumi told me. “Give him one of my business cards.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded and did as she told me.
“Come to the club sometime,” Mistress Atsumi told all three of the men. “That’s where she works.”
“What’s her specialty?” one of the men asked, teasing me while his friends laughed, but I was still wondering why Mistress Atsumi would say I worked for her.
“This slave?” She smiled and reached out to touch my cheek with her fingers. “She’s a Milky Girl,” Mistress Atsumi said and she suddenly pushed her thumb into my mouth. My eyes went wide with surprise at her words, but I kept my lips tight around the woman’s thumb and sucked it like a small cock while the men watched.
I wanted very much to talk with Mistress Atsumi. I had a lot of questions and I was bewildered by some of her comments. I certainly didn’t work at her club in Yokohama. I worked for my company, the one that had hired me right out of Harvard Business School. I’d spent six hard years getting my MBA and I wasn’t going to throw that away. As soon as I could call my boss, the VP who’d disappeared with my purse and clothes, I would be going back to work.
This had been fun, the experience of being Atsumi’s slave was intense and I wanted it to continue in the future. I wanted to learn more about myself and what we were doing, but I understood that my career had to be the most important thing. It was the reason I’d found myself with Atsumi at all, really. I’d only come to her club because my boss wanted me to entertain his guests. I’d already sacrificed so much for my job. My self-respect, my dignity, all so I could get the highest marks on my performance evaluations when my year was up and I could return to the normalcy of corporate America.
But how did she know I was a Milky Girl? That bothered me as well. I’d been called that by my co-workers, many of whom were convinced that I had a genuine fetish for sperm, but how would this woman know about that? I’d never met her before. Had my boss mentioned it while we’d sat in the club waiting for the stage show to begin? He might have said something to his two business associates and I suppose Mistress Atsumi could have overheard him, but I didn’t think so. I didn’t remember anything specific like that, but then again, I’d hardly been paying attention anyway. Unfortunately, in Japan a woman’s place is on her knees and while I was with those three men they had treated me as little more than office furniture. No, I didn’t understand at all how the woman had known I was a Milky Girl and it bothered me.
I was unable to find the courage to ask Mistress Atsumi my questions, however, and so I suffered them in silence as I followed her into a nonde*********** office building. It was a long, but very narrow building and unremarkable in any way, but in Tokyo it’s impossible to predict what you will find inside any given structure. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find public baths, a five star restaurant, or a porn theater at the end of our journey. Believe, anything was possible and all I knew for sure was that Atsumi told me we were going to the fifth floor.
There was an elevator, but we took the stairs, largely so I could enjoy the effects those 108 steps had on the plug in my ass and the extremely arched shoes on my feet. It was a slow torture and very subtle in design, I thought. I could feel Jun’s sperm in my ass, moving fluidly around the plastic that stretched me so thoroughly. It was not entirely unpleasant, but my calves burned by the time we were done climbing. I was out of breath too and I reminded myself to get to the gym more often.
The place Mistress Atsumi was bringing me turned out to be a body modification shop, primarily for piercing it seemed, although it was apparent that branding and tattooing were also available. There were large display cases with all forms of rings, bars, and oddly shaped metal devices designed to penetrate, stretch, or compress the flesh. On the walls were photographs, large and small, in color and black and white, of actual piercing, brandings, and tattoos. I had never been in such a place in my life and I swallowed nervously, wondering why we were here, but instinctively knowing it was for my benefit.
The man who owned the place was older, with long white hair and a somewhat darker, grayish beard. I found that slightly strange for the Japanese generally have little regard for facial hair, at least the men I knew. He was slight in stature and dressed normally enough in a short sleeved shirt and dark trousers. It was quickly obvious to me that he knew Mistress Atsumi very well. My Mistress bowed low before him briefly and this surprised me so much that I did not move at all.
“She is American?” he asked immediately, not bothering with even the most rudimentary greetings. This again surprised me, as polite and proper greetings are a cultural institution for the most part.
“Yes,” Mistress Atsumi said and gave me a sharp glance. I regained my senses then and bowed at once to the man, able to ignore the protesting discomfort in my ass. I bent at the waist as low as possible, knowing I had to show as much or more respect to this man than Atsumi had. I held my bow until I heard him speak again, perhaps ten seconds later. It seemed a very long time.
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