OL Misaki Shameful Pleasure Resume (2)

Chapter 4 Crotch Rope

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Misa thinks about Sahara almost twenty-four hours a day.

It’s been three days since the incident, and I’m still hot as fire in my body. Not necessarily the fire of sensuality, but the fire of someone who has been humiliated in every way.

I shook my head when I thought about it and wanted to cover my face with my hands, but when I thought about Sahara, who was so calm until the end, I began to miss him again.

After being humiliated like that, I felt ashamed to meet with Sexagen again, but on the other hand, I wanted to see him again.

When he broke up with Sahara that day, all he said was that on Saturday, he would wait for her at six o’clock at a coffee shop in Shinjuku, giving her a note with his address.

Misa doesn’t know Sahara’s address or phone number. Sahara doesn’t ask how to get in touch with Misa either, and Sahara seems to be sure that Misa will show up for her appointment.

There seems to be a magic lurking in Sahara’s confidence.

It’s only been three days since she broke up with Sahara, and Misa doesn’t know how to spend her time until Saturday, not wanting to drink alcohol or have coffee with her coworkers.

After working a little overtime on this day, I left the office a little after six o’clock.

When she came straight back to the apartment, Yusuke was standing in front of the door. There was an understanding with Yusuke that they must meet outside, so Misa was surprised to see Yusuke standing in front of the door.

“So you’re back so early, I was going to wait until dawn.”

Yusuke said in an angry tone.

“Don’t you want to go to work?”

“It’s a day off.”

Ginny’s is a year-round store, and everyone takes turns taking breaks.

“Do you know how many times I’ve called in the last five days? Why did I ignore the answering machine when I told it to please call me back? I knew it was inconvenient to call the office, so I only called where you live.”

After breaking up with Sahara and forgetting about Yusuke, the last time I went to Ginny was five days ago, less than a week ago.

“You can go out with the woman who likes you, I don’t want to get involved in a dispute. Why does she know my name?”

“Probably peeking at my laptop.”

“Anyway, we are over in a month, don’t come to my place again.”

Misa opens the door to her room, wanting to break up with Yusuke right here.

“Listen to me.”

“I don’t want to hear it, I said it stops here, do you understand? You go.”

Misa walked into the room and tried to close the door.

However, Yusuke followed into the room one step faster.

“You go! Or I’m going to call someone.”

“Call it! I’d say you’re on your period and a little hysterical.”

Yusuke closed the door to the room and pushed Misa inside, saying, “I’ve been waiting for two hours, so let me have a cup of coffee.”

“All I have is bad coffee.”

“And I wasn’t prepared for better coffee than the store.”

“After coffee, you have to leave.”

Misa let Yusuke into the living room.

Yusuke sat on the two-seater couch, his heart yearning for more due to the exposure to Misa’s life.

“I’ve had no interest in that woman since I met you. You should know that hearts change.

”

“None of that matters, I just want to be done with you.”

Misa doesn’t hate Yusuke, but rather Sahara, who spent the night together, takes over almost Misa’s entire heart.

Yusuke didn’t reply, he just stood up and grabbed Misa’s arm, pulling it into his arms.

“Oh…”

Yusuke kisses Misa roughly.

“Uh…”

Misa was going to say no, but couldn’t get the words out.

Yusuke felt anxious about Misa who closed her mouth tightly and refused to let her tongue in.

Misa, who had been making sexy noises at the hotel the previous week, was now desperately pushing Yusuke away as if he was being raped.

Yusuke knew the kiss wouldn’t last, so he slipped his hand up his skirt.

“No!”

“Want to play the rape game? That’s not like what you do. You’re already wet, aren’t you, and my little boy has an erection.”

“It’s already been said, so go away.”

“Promised what? I didn’t promise anything.”

The hand that had slipped inside the skirt ran up the leg to the high-cut panties.

“Oh…”

A finger was inserted into the hole and immediately began the lascivious activity.

“Don’t…”

“You do like it, used to like it like this. Shed your nectar, get enthusiastic!”

Yusuke played with the fleshy hole while kissing it. Although Misa shut up and refused, the caressed buds prevented her from continuing to shut up, and Yusuke’s tongue took the opportunity to invade.

Misa continued to resist even after she was pushed back onto the bed. Yusuke was exerting violence tonight, the sleeves of his shirt making a soft crunching sound as they were torn.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Yusuke is even more aggressive. Last week they were sharing sexy fun together, now they’re flipping out.

“What have I done!”

Yusuke pulled his blouse hard to the left and right, the buttons came off and his bra emerged.

Pull down the bra and immediately kiss the snow-white plump breasts.

“Oh… um…”

Misa still desperately pushed Yusuke away.

Yusuke pulled his boxers down to his knees with his hands before tugging them down with his toes.

Yusuke hurriedly pulled down his pants, found the opening of the meat hole with his erected-to-the-limit rod, and used his weight to thrust it in.

“Uh…”

Forcing his way into the not-yet-completely-wet hole, when the glans barely reaches the bottom of the hole, Yusuke swings his hips first and starts thrusting hard.

“Uh…”

The intense shock of having her insides almost punctured caused Misa to tilt her hair back and let out a grunt.

Seeing Misa’s agonized expression, Yusuke seemed to get even more excited, pulling his rod out until the glans was about to detach from the hole, and then slamming his whole body weight into it again.

“Oh!”

The impact was even stronger than the previous one, causing Misa to let out a moaning grunt.

Yusuke clamped his fingers around the nipple and thrust with the same ferocity again.

“Uh…”

Misa dropped tears at such a shock.

“Don’t be so brutal.”

“On that first night, you were saying you wanted more. When I was gentle with my thrusts, you said you wanted it harder, so that’s how hard I thrust tonight.”

It’s impossible to enjoy pleasure, or even to feel fear, with such violent thrusts.

Unable to push Yusuke away, Misa frowned and gasped in pain, the feeling of fear arising from the penetration of the meat stick.

Whenever they show up at Ginny’s, the clerks tell Yusuke that your cousin is very pretty and works for a big corporation, full of intellectual beauty, Misa, which makes Yusuke very smug.

Misa is not only in love with Yusuke on the outside, but also on the inside. Now Misa says she wants to end their relationship and wants to avoid seeing Yusuke at all. Of course, Yusuke won’t agree easily.

Yusuke’s rod has been erect all day long, begging for Misa’s flesh. It’s been five days since he’s had sex, and he can’t get in touch with her. During that time, it was impossible to concentrate on his work and his nose almost bled.

Yusuke added rebound force… and pushed his rod in hard.

“Oh!”

Misa moaned with her mouth open, looking at Yusuke with a pained sight. Black hair fell over her forehead and beads of sweat were seen on her neck.

“Please… don’t be rough…”

“Demand me now? If you dare to bite, I’m going to thrust my fist into your pussy so that you can never have intercourse, and you’re willing to suck my cock, aren’t you?”

Yusuke gave a crazy look. A storm was already blowing in Yusuke’s heart and Misa felt the danger and had to nod her head.

Yusuke took off his pants and rode on Misa’s face, forcing his rod into Misa’s mouth.

“Uh…”

Yusuke saw the frowning Misa, which made him feel like he was standing in a position of advantage.

Yusuke thought to himself that he could never break up with her, and that he would have to fuck her up and down the mouth like this every time.

“What’s the use of you not moving like a doll! You have to move your tongue, and you have to chirp like last time for it to work.”

When he finished, he plunged inward.

With the meat stick against her throat, Misa almost threw up. Unable to speak, she had to show her pain with her eyes.

“Umm… Umm…”

Misa shook her head vigorously.

“What are you going to say? Just suck on it.”

Yusuke gave two or three hard thrusts.

Misa pushed Yusuke’s waistband away, spat out the rod, and said, “I can’t breathe like this… let alone move my tongue. I told you I don’t want you to be so rough.”

“Then, you stay still and make your lips look like a pussy. But, let me tell you, it has to be a tight pussy, or else you’ll cum and it’ll just take a lot of time, and your jaw will probably be dislocated.”

Yusuke seemed like he was going to cum in Misa’s mouth, and if he resisted him now, Yusuke, who was in the middle of his anger, would be even more aggressive.

Misa closed her red lips tightly as Yusuke began to thrust.

Occasionally, Yusuke would intentionally thrust his rod deep and stare coldly at Misa. Seeing Misa’s face as she wanted to throw up, he let out a sneer.

“You’re going to drink it, and if it leaks out, I’ll never agree to it.”

The pleasure from playing with the immobile Misa in such a one-sided manner incited Yusuke’s male instincts even more.

The thought of being able to rape Misa like this every time in the future gave Yusuke a lot of confidence.

Yusuke never ejaculated, and Misa felt paralyzed in her jaw, and the occasional thrust in her throat was painful. It was almost tempting to bite Yusuke’s rod with her teeth.

“I’m going to cum and you’re going to drink it.”

Yusuke’s thrusts increased in speed.

“Umm… Umm…”

Misa wanted to say not to be rough, but couldn’t, and could only breathe through her nostrils, waiting for that moment.

“Uh…”

Yusuke’s movements stopped and he ejaculated intermittently deeper into his throat.

Misa didn’t immediately swallow the cum that shot into her mouth. Yusuke slowly pulled out his rod.

“Drink it, you haven’t swallowed it yet.”

Misa already hated the taste of semen, and once it pooled in her mouth it was even harder to swallow. Misa pretended to be fixing her hair, and when Yusuke wasn’t looking, her hand went to the toilet paper on the glass table, quickly pulling it out and bringing it to her mouth.

“Damn it!”

Yusuke reached for the toilet paper, but it was too late. Yusuke’s semen was completely spit on the toilet paper.

Yusuke looked at Misa angrily, “I’m asking you to swallow it.”

“You do know I can’t drink it, I hate the taste.”

Misa is cowed by the sight of the fierce Yusuke, but still makes a subdued attitude.

“You drank it once.”

“Because it was drunk.”

“Then you’ll drink. There will be a bar here at least.”

“No.”

“It can’t be nothing.”

The two men looked at each other angrily.

Misa has decided to break away from Yusuke, who has turned into a ferocious beast because he sees this situation as well.

“You can’t drink it down with your mouth, so I’ll just insert it into your pussy core and make you drink a lot of it.”

Yusuke tried to pin the rising Misa down, lifting her skirt up to her belly button.

“Don’t! You go!”

The more Misa resisted, the stronger Yusuke’s hatred became. Seeing the torn blouse makes Yusuke even more furious.

“You do the doggy position. Hold your ass up like this. It’ll be over faster if I stick it in from behind.”

Yusuke gave a cold smile.

“No!”

“Hurry!”

Sharp eyes shot across Misa’s face, and Misa met them with a defiant glare.

Yusuke grabbed Misa’s arm and flipped Misa’s body in a frantic motion.

“No!”

Misa crawls desperately trying to escape.

Yusuke grabbed Misa’s foot and pulled back hard.

“I’m going to stick it in you and shoot tons of cum into your pussy. You cry in a nice voice.

”

Yusuke parted Misa’s legs and stabbed his erected rod again towards the flower core.

“Uh…”

The inner rod, which had regained its erection in a very short time, was thrust to the bottom in one go.

Yusuke rammed the mouth of the womb as if to puncture it.

“Oh… uh… ah…”

It was as if they were going to stab into the guts, there was only pain, not pleasure. With each entry, Misa let out a grunt from her throat.

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Iwatsuki walked out of the elevator to Misa’s room.

I’ve been feeling strange for the last month. When she used to ask Misa out, she would always show up for her appointments. She said she wanted to learn something, but Iwatsuki didn’t believe her.

Is there a man? It’s impossible for Misa, who has a strong sexual appetite, to endure for as long as a month.

Thinking that it was impossible to get back to the apartment at such an hour, and thinking that perhaps he and the man were having fun, he couldn’t help but take a taxi to get here.

Turning the handle before ringing the doorbell resulted in a smooth push through the door.

Surprised at the unlocked door, and of course nervous at the sight of scattered men’s shoes in the entryway.

“Oh! Don’t…”

Quietly walking into the foyer, he heard Misa’s voice coming from the living room.

Iwatsuki took off his leather shoes and quietly walked to the living room.

She thought that Misa was enjoying sexual intercourse with a man, but what Iwatsuki saw of Misa, she could only think that she was being abused.

The man, who is only naked in the lower half of his body, lifts up Misa’s skirt and rapes her from behind. It wouldn’t be strange if it was just that, but Misa makes a desperate attempt to escape.

Misa had forgotten to lock the door, and the man had sneaked in and raped a beautiful woman… Iwatsuki judged this, and then, seeing that the man’s hands were not dangerous, he wrapped his arms tightly around Misa’s thin waist again.

“Stop it!”

Iwatsuki grabbed Yusuke’s shoulder and pulled hard.

Not only Yusuke, but Misa was also startled to hear a man’s voice.

“You shameless thing! I’m going to turn you over to the police.”

Iwatsuki grabbed Yusuke by the neck.

“Get the police? That’s what I’m going to do. You’re trespassing and interfering with other people’s pleasure! Get out of here!”

Iwatsuki was furious, but puzzled by the man who was not moved in the least. Could he be… relaxing the power of his hands.

“Are you a coworker of Misa’s?”

It also occurred to Yusuke that this man might be known to Misa.

Misa was shocked at what was happening in front of her and hurriedly pulled down her skirt and straightened her clothes.

“We’re playing the rape game, how are you going to answer to us?”

Yusuke said arrogantly without hiding his naked lower half at all.

“Misa, what’s going on?”

Iwatsuki more or less understood the situation, but not wanting to show her embarrassment in front of the younger man, she had to keep a calm demeanor.

“After seducing Misa by pretending to act like her wife was divorced and giving her a ring on her wife’s birthday, Misa said she didn’t want to date a man like that anymore.”

Iwatsuki hid the gift of the ring to his wife from Misa, but why did this man know? The birthday was a month ago, and since then, Misa refuses to see Iwatsuki.

“Both of you go! Go into random people’s rooms! Never come back here again!”

Because of the violent violation, Misa’s anger explodes.

“How can you say assault. You’re dating me because you want to break up with this lying bastard. We’re a kissing relationship that’s done a lot of happy things.”

Yusuke’s attitude was still arrogant, as if he was stating that Misa was my woman, even without her pants on.

“You guys go! Or I’ll really call the cops and I’ll say rape me.”

Misa picked up the phone.

Yusuke saw Misa’s angry face and knew it wasn’t intimidation.

Misa pressed 110.

“Okay.”

Yusuke quickly cut off the call, then with a reluctant expression began to put on his pants.

“Misa, I need to talk to you.”

This time it was Iwatsuki’s turn.

“I didn’t.”

Misa replied coldly.

“Misa says she has nothing to talk to you about, so she’d better go back to her wife. However, I won’t give up on Misa.”

Yusuke put on his clothes and walked outside with a sneer.

Hearing the door close, Iwatsuki went to lock it and then came back.

“Who did you hear about the ring? Is that what you’re angry about? What’s the good of going out with a young man like that? How can he be good enough for you?”

Iwasa’s mind went back to the scene of two people fucking, but stayed calm, yelling now would only make Misa’s mood worse.

“Are you saying you’re good enough for me? I’ve had enough of that, so go away. I’m going to be a stranger to you, and it’s only going to be a stranger in the future anyway.”

“How can you say that. Haven’t we always been good? You know I love you.”

“If you love me, can you kiss the pussy that just had that man’s cock in it? Can you insert your tongue and drink the liquid that has that man’s cum mixed with my lust?”

“I know you were simply having an affair with him, and I wouldn’t care for a man like that. But go to the shower anyway, it can be refreshing physically and mentally. I’ll go with you.”

Never in the past had Iwatsuki been treated in such a manner, no rude words had been spoken to the honorable man, and now it was different.

“Misa, I’ll do anything if that’s what you want.”

After Iwatsuki finished speaking, he immediately entered between Misa’s legs and spread them apart.

“Ah…”

Misa, who had only raised her upper body, lost her balance and fell on her back.

Even though this was self-explanatory, it wasn’t intended to actually show Iwatsuki the place where he and Yusuke had just been joined as one.

Misa scrambles to his feet but Iwatsuki’s head is in his lower abdomen.

Iwatsuki just took one look at the wet, blood-filled petals and immediately pressed her mouth to the fleshy hole.

“Ah!”

Misa’s ass quivered.

Iwatsuki smelled an intensely exciting odor that she had never smelled before. It didn’t smell like semen, but it was like that manly flavor. Now Iwatsuki had to stick out her tongue and lick it.

It’s strange how Misa knows about giving the ring to her wife, and also wondering if her wife knows about Misa.

However, these things can be checked later. Right now Misa is testing his love.

The thought of Misa having sex with a nasty young man like that, even briefly, made him hate to scold her. But now that he had done so, there was no way Misa would ever return to his arms again, and he still couldn’t give up such a woman.

Iwatsuki let out a chirping, lustful licking sound before reaching into the inner hole that the abominable man had entered.

“Uh… ah…”

Seeing Iwatsuki licking her pussy that stings a little after Yusuke’s violent thrusts, Misa stops resisting. However, thinking that Iwatsuki is only doing this because he doesn’t want to give up on her, she doesn’t feel a little bit of attachment to Iwatsuki.

Misa thought of Jawaharlal even in such a situation. If Jawaharlal had done this… Misa was thinking of the man who had humiliated her so much.

Iwatsuki looked up, her mouth dripping with nectar.

It’s been a month since he had intercourse with Misa, and now seeing Misa’s messy clothes, Iwasa’s lower body generates a different kind of excitement than usual.

Taking off his pants, he was naked only on the lower half of his body, just like Yusuke.

Misa knew what Iwatsuki was up to, but lay still on her back like that.

The meat stick was inserted. Misa closed her mouth tightly and breathed only through her nose so as not to make a sound.

“We’re going on an overnight trip next month, and I have hospitality rolls from the Izu Inn.”

The insertion is not met with resistance, and Iwatsuki assumes that Misa has forgiven him.

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Misa is at the cafe where she’s supposed to meet, and she intentionally enters twenty minutes late. But when she realizes that Sahara isn’t there, she immediately regrets it and is afraid that she’ll never see him again.

Only expect Sahara to come back and be prepared to wait here until closing time.

“Ms. Knotts is on the phone.”

Around six-thirty a waiter was heard calling. Looking around, no one stood up and Misa rushed to answer the call.

“Hello…”

Misa picked up the phone and whispered.

“Oh, I’m relieved you’re still there, I called once after six.”

Though it’s been less than a week, she feels like she misses Sahara’s voice, and Misa clutches the phone tightly.

“I’m at the last hotel, room XX, and I’ll be waiting for you. Come at once.”

Sahara hangs up without waiting for Misa to answer. He seems to be determined that Misa will definitely come.

Sahara, who was so full of confidence, didn’t know what he would do today. Misa’s heart was filled with uneasy anticipation.

When he knocked gently on the door in front of the hotel room, Sahara immediately opened it.

Sahara was smiling, but Misa’s expression was unnatural.

It couldn’t have been natural to fall into Sahara’s arms after being humiliated like that a week ago.

Having been subjected to that kind of abuse, and having it automatically delivered to my door today, I wonder what Sahara would have thought.

Coming when called, Misa suddenly felt embarrassed. She even bothered to pick out her clothes when she left the house, embarrassed at herself for such behavior.

Sahara saw that Misa had been standing outside the door and pulled her into the room. It was narrower than the previous week’s suite, but it was much larger than the room where Misa was going to have sex with Yusuke.

“I was going to go to the cafe and I couldn’t make it because I had an emergency that I didn’t finish, I’m so sorry.”

“Just keep working…”

Misa sees the dictionary on the table and says something against her conscience.

“Just finished, faxed the manuscript out.”

As usual, Sahara was untucked, with only a shirt and white shorts. However, he was all dressed up in an elaborate manner.

Misa’s body loses its strength when Sahara takes her into his arms and kisses her, and when she is caressed by this man, Misa knows that she will become a different woman from what she used to be.

With Iwatsuki or Yusuke, he was able to maintain an equal relationship or even stand in a dominant position. Not so with Sahara, who is just like any other man when he’s talking to Ginny, and when he’s alone, Sahara becomes dominant over Misa.

The skillful movements of the tongue caused Misa’s core to start getting hot and wet. One can only be a passive person, like a mouse being toyed with by a cat.

“I’m going to tie you up. Take your clothes off, it’s not just hands today.”

Sahara said in a calm tone after kissing her.

In the midst of the humiliation of Misa’s domination by Sahara, she finds a joy she never had in the past. That’s why she’s been waiting for this day to come. But when she was asked to undress right after she arrived, she still couldn’t agree right away.

“Wait for the shower.”

Sasahara immediately took out the red rope from the same black leather bag as last time.

“Right here, right now!”

“No…”

It wasn’t defiance, it was only to confuse Sasahara that Misa refused like that, it was actually just an attempt to be pouty. Misa stood by the door without moving.

“Did you come here because you wanted me to do humiliating things to you?”

The words that read Misa’s mind made Misa feel embarrassed.

“I didn’t come here to do that sort of thing.”

Misa really wanted Sahara to possess her violently so that talking back deserved a more severe punishment.

“So, why did you come?”

Misa grumbles at Sahara’s knowing question.

Sahara was waiting for Misa to answer. There was no roughness, it was as if they were standing in a yard with mild sunlight and enjoying the scenery.

“You talk…”

Misa knew she had to speak now, but still waited for Sahara to speak. But Sasahara waited for Misa to speak.

Misa couldn’t hold out any longer.

“I’m going back.”

Misa uttered words that deceived her. Thinking that this time Sahara would pull her into his arms, but Sahara still didn’t move.

“Going back before you get undressed?”

“Yes…”

This time for sure… Sahara still didn’t move, and hating herself for not being able to confess, and hating Sahara for not resorting to coercion, Misa just pushed the door open and walked towards the elevator with a lingering feeling of sadness. Walking slowly, she didn’t hear Sasahara catching up.

If it had been Yusuke or Iwatsuki, there was no doubt that they would have caught up with her, even to the point of not letting her leave the room.

Unable to get out of the hotel, Misa enters the café on the first floor. The aromatic coffee feels bitter in her mouth, and Misa’s heart remains in Sahara’s room.

Sitting for twenty minutes felt like a long time.

Had Sahara left the hotel? Misa couldn’t help but pick up the intercom near the cafe’s entrance.

“Mr. Sahara in room XX-1-7, please.”

“One moment, please.”

Knowing from those words that Sahara was still there. Misa’s heart thumped.

“Hello.”

Hearing Sahara’s voice, Misa felt it was hard to breathe.

“┅”

“Are you there now?”

Sahara knew it was Misa who called.

“The café on the first floor…”

“I’ll be right there.”

Sahara doesn’t say he’s coming back, he says he’s coming here.

There was still time to leave the inn, and the desire to be with Sahara was in a fierce battle with the desire to escape.

Uncertainty grew in her heart as she wondered what Sahara would say to her.

Sahara came quickly. A very natural expression, as if the date was here.

“The coffee is still good at Ginny’s.”

Sahara sat down across from Misa.

“No more trips to Ginny’s?”

“The man, who came to my room three days ago.”

“Oh.”

Sahara didn’t respond.

“He had sex with me.”

“Feeling good?”

Sahara’s reaction made Misa anxious.

“Then, someone else came along. This person also had sex with me.”

“Oh.”

I thought Sahara would react this time, but it was still the same old story.

“Why are you so calm?”

Misa asked accusingly.

“Sexually impotent men are incapable of intercourse; the matter will have to be left to others.”

Sahara’s tone was natural.

Misa gets more sex from Sahara than a healthy man, so she has long forgotten that Sahara is sexually impotent.

Because Sahara’s attitude made Misa anxious, she deliberately blurted out about having sex with two men.

It was only after saying that that he regretted if he had broken Sahara’s heart.

Sahara sipped her coffee and looked at the silent Misa.

Misa felt her palms sweat. She glanced up at Sahara and immediately lowered her head again.

“Coffee break is over, go back.”

Sahara picked up the bill and stood up, signing it at the counter and walking out without looking back.

Misa rushed to catch up.

The elevator door closed and they were the only two people inside.

“Make it a random coffee break, know you’re going to be punished.”

Sahara wrapped her arms around Misa and whispered in her ear. Breath sprayed on the base of the ear.

Misa got goosebumps all over her body.

“Don’t… hate me…”

Misa finally confessed what was in her heart.

“I said something like that last time too, so prepare for something even more humiliating.”

With just such a comment, Misa felt on fire deep in her womb.

Walking into the room, Sahara said what he said earlier.

“I’m going to tie you up and undress right here and now.”

Misa was confused as she undressed herself in front of a man. If it had been any other man, she would not have been asked to undress herself at this point.

“Take it off for me…”

Misa’s voice was almost pleading.

“Strip yourself and I’ll dress you in red ropes.”

Sahara didn’t touch Misa’s body.

Misa was tempted to tell Sasahara about the special selection of underwear in order for him to undress Misa. I wonder what Sahara will say when he looks at the underwear inside the skirt. Misa takes off her skirt and blouse in nervousness.

High-cut panties and garters, bra all in one set. All with regal embroidery and lace trim.

“Oh, beautiful lingerie.”

Hearing Sahara say that, Misa was very happy, as if she was a child who was rarely praised by her father.

With underwear like this, you still need to take it off yourself.

At Sahara’s command, stand by the bed. Sahara pulled Misa’s hands behind her back and tied them with red rope, the extra rope wrapped around her chest and tied them above and below her breasts.

Because of the loss of freedom of her hands, she couldn’t resist. Misa felt the powerlessness of being a victim. Because of this feeling of powerlessness, it also ignited a flame of lust that she had never felt before with other men.

“What were you thinking when you wore the black lingerie? Seeing you in garters you must have been thinking of receiving something very humiliating.

”

When Sahara pulled up her face to gaze as if her heart was being seen through, Misa couldn’t help but not close her eyes.

The bondage had not yet ended when the rope came back down along the center of the breasts.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Misa didn’t know what Sahara was up to, so she had to spread her legs slightly apart.

The rope that came down went through the crotch and around the back.

“No…”

Misa tried to clench her legs, when Sahara pulled the rope hard in the direction of her back.

“Oh…”

The rope sinks into the flesh. Misa tried to minimize the excitement by padding her toes. But the rope passing through her crotch was fixed on the rope in her back.

“Don’t do this… ah… untie it… it hurts…”

“Where does it hurt?”

“There… ah… cache down…”

Misa couldn’t help but cringe at the pain that cracked through her crotch.

“Is it the friction on your pussy that hurts? Just say your pussy hurts please relax and I’ll relax you.”

“No…”

When Sahara asked her to say something like that, Misa felt like she couldn’t say it with a foreign object stuck in her throat.

“Not to say it had to be.”

Sahara finished, taking the sweaty Misa in her arms and kissing her cheeks and earlobes.

As if she had specifically chosen her skin’s sexy belt to touch, Misa’s skin broke out in goosebumps and she felt a tingling deep inside her body. When she couldn’t help but twist her body, the rope under her crotch sank into her slit even more relentlessly.

Suffering from a combination of itching and pain, Misa gasped and sweated.

Sahara gently rubbed the hardened and protruding nipples with her fingers.

Misa clenched her teeth and let out a dull grunt. A turgid sensation also appeared in her nipples, and both the pleasure and pain were too much for Misa to endure.

“Ah… let me go. Untie the rope there. It hurts… please… don’t touch the nipples…”

Misa couldn’t stay on her tiptoes and let out a sad whimper of exhaustion.

“You’ll be fine if you say it, you’ve already been told what to say.”

Sahara pinches the nipple harder.

“Ouch!”

Letting out a scream, the rope sank even deeper into the flesh due to the force of her thighs.

“ah… please… untie it… please loosen the rope around your pussy…”

Misa uttered lewd words and endured the pain, but her face was still red to her ears.

“Your pussy may be abraded and bleeding, so come over to the bed and do the doggy position, but use your head instead of your hands, and keep your ass up as high as you can so I can relax you.”

Misa didn’t have time to think, kneeling on the bed, bending her upper body, her head on the bedpan.

When you raise your ass, the red rope sinks into your flesh.

Sahara untied her crotch and saw that the part that was caught in her slit was wet.

Misa breathed a sigh of relief when the crotch rope loosened. But her slit was sore and itchy, and she was dying to rub her hand there.

“Be more elevated, like this.”

Sahara held Misa’s thin waist and lifted it upwards. Parting the fleshy mounds again to look at the moist sex and chrysanthemum buds.

“Don’t look…”

It was just that Sahara’s wonderful lust burned even more when she looked at it like that.

Sahara tied a knot in the wet part of the red rope, and another one slightly out of the way, before passing over her crotch once more to secure it to the rope at her back.

“No!”

It was too late to wiggle my ass and refuse. The knots of red rope and falling on the core and daisy buds would make this even more exciting than before.

“The bolts are looser, they won’t rub in important places, they’ll be comfortable in the front, and for you, the back might be unbearable.”

Sahara flips Misa’s body over to see the expression of a person who is about to cry out, and then the nipple is in her mouth.

“Ah…”

Nipples are more sensitive at this time.

Chapter 5: Conditioning

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While walking to the office, Misa meets Iwatsuki.

“I wanted to talk to you about traveling to Izu, can I meet you tonight at nine o’clock?”

Iwatsuki whispered, worried that someone would hear.

“Still associating with young men like that? It’s not like you.”

Iwatsuki has been calling Misa several times lately, but she hangs up before she can say more than a few words, making Iwatsuki anxious.

“Not dating that person. Just…”

Misa stopped here, gazed at Iwatsuki with sharp eyes, and said, “I have someone I like, and I’m going out with him. He’s five years older than you, and he’s a nice guy, so I don’t want to have anything to do with you in the future. If you want to travel, go with your beloved wife.”

Misa’s heart ached after she said that.

“Misa, I know you’re not telling the truth and are just mad at me.”

Misa ignored Iwatsuki’s dissuasion and turned to leave.

Soon I forgot about Iwatsuki, and all I could think about was Sahara. The thought of seeing Sahara made me want to fly to the hotel immediately. As I got closer to the hotel, my breathing quickened and my heart raced.

I was a little uneasy, but I couldn’t help but meet with Sahara.

The door to the room then opened as he knocked.

“I told the guy at work never to see him again, and I asked him not to call again, and I refused to go on a trip with him.”

Like a child who immediately says something proud when she sees her mother, Misa enters the room and immediately says it to Sahara, looking very excited.

“It’s a shame, that man must be so disappointed right now.”

Misa was offended when Sahara didn’t show excitement, but just responded flatly.

“The guy at Ginny’s seems so lost lately. Go there once in a while, it’s just pathetic.”

While normal men hate to have a woman for themselves, Sahara is not, and will not be jealous or restrict Misa’s movements. In this case, Misa wants to ask for restrictions on her movements.

It seemed free now, but in fact, Misa’s heart was firmly in Sahara’s hands.

“I’m going to watch you masturbate today, last time you wouldn’t before you had a colonic, you remember.”

“Don’t! Don’t say it…”

Misa shook her head vigorously at Sahara, who was removing the jacket from her.

“Do you just use your fingers, or something else?”

Misa’s face turned red and she couldn’t help but lower her head.

“Take off the rest of your clothes yourself, then masturbate before showering.”

“Don’t…”

Lately, when Misa says the phrase don’t, she’s really just pouting at Sahara.

What Sahara ordered her to do, even if she resisted, she still had to do it in the end. Knowing that, in order to try to get Sahara to reprimand her, she has to refuse first.

“You do this every day, don’t you. So your left and right petals are different sizes, since grade school?”

“That kind of thing… I didn’t do it…”

Hearing Sasahara say that the petals were different sizes, Mei Yan’s face reddened even more. I don’t know how many hundreds, if not thousands, of times I’ve played with my own fingers.

Last night after going to bed she thought of Sahara and immediately played with the wick with her fingers.

“Ever insert a banana or a ballpoint pen to play with?”

“That kind of thing… I haven’t done that…”

Didn’t insert anything into the core of the flower during my virginity until after I knew about men and have played with it using a condom on a banana.

“In bed or on a chair or on the carpet.”

“Don’t…”

“Don’t? I’ll wait until you do. But I have to leave here in three hours because I have important guests at home.”

Three hours is too short. Three hours with Sahara is equivalent to ten minutes with another man.

“Drinking beer?”

Sahara took the beer out of the refrigerator.

Thinking that he would use manly violence, yet so as if nothing had happened, Misa couldn’t read Sahara’s heart.

“Want a stronger drink? Drink whiskey?”

Sahara saw that Misa didn’t take a glass of wine and asked her.

Misa shook her head, then silently made a farcical attitude.

It had been expected that when she entered the room, Sahara would immediately toy with her. If bound, with ropes around her crotch, and verbally abused, the core of the flower should start to itch.

Misa looked at her watch, precious time wasted, Misa almost cried out.

“You can use the time with someone else while I’m gone. Might as well call Ginny’s one, but maybe it’s too rude for him.”

Sahara smiled and drank his beer lightly.

“I’ve told you many times that I’ve broken up with him, it’s so annoying!”

Wonderful screamed hysterically.

“That’s a lustful look on your face. But you have to masturbate first, just do it like you usually do,, isn’t that easy?”

“Don’t! Don’t!”

Misa was so anxious that she wanted to throw her glass at Sahara.

“You were never able to be a good boy.”

Sahara got up and came behind Misa.

“Are you going back?”

Misa shook her head.

“You won’t go back and you won’t masturbate, so I’ll go back.”

It’s likely that Sahara is really gone.

“No! Don’t you go!”

Misa immediately pleaded back.

“Then you do know what to do, and I’ll only wait a minute for you.”

It used to be that men couldn’t keep Misa, but there was never a man who left without touching her.

Misa knew she couldn’t win a battle with Sahara, so she regretted wasting her time for nothing.

Misa immediately stood up and undressed in front of Sahara.

“Get it right here, ass to me, in the doggy position. Lose the option because you didn’t start right away.”

Sahara lifted the bedspread.

“Let me lie on my side…”

“No, do the doggy position faster.”

If there’s any more hesitation, Sahara might actually have to leave. Misa is in a doggy position on the bed.

“You’re the bad girl.”

“Oh!”

With a sudden spanking on her ass, Misa flopped forward, red handprints appearing on her snow-white ass.

“Be a dog soon.”

Sahara’s sudden harsh tone caused Misa to get into a doggy position before she could frown.

Immediately three more spanks on the ass.

“Oh… um… it hurts…”

In addition to the pain, there was lustful pleasure gushing out of the body. However, enduring it would only be two or three times.

“Ah… spare me!”

Misa’s ass fell.

“Resume the dog position!”

“Don’t fight…”

“Is that all? Is there something you forgot to say?”

“I’m sorry… forgive me…”

Misa wept in pain.

“Quickly resume the doggy position.”

Misa wiggled into a doggy position.

Beneath the red handprints, the core of the flower overflows with nectar and glows.

“Don’t you move, I’ll put a tail on you to be more like a dog.”

Sahara rubbed her fingers gently over the chrysanthemum bud.

“Ah…”

Misa couldn’t help but wiggle her ass.

Even though the daisy buds have been touched several times, they still feel shame. Men in the past have never touched it, so it’s even more shameful.

“I’m not going to give you a colonic today, but I think you’re going to ask for it that way.”

Sasahara snickered as he rubbed his chrysanthemum buds.

“Ah… not there…”

Misa wiggled her ass while igniting the fire of lust.

One of Sahara’s fingers made Misa ashamed and sore.

“After touching here, it will more or less start to get wet. I’ll try to develop you here as much as I can, and in the future, I’ll enjoy getting it here more than the front, and hopefully insert something thicker here sooner rather than later.”

It would take some time before the large anal rod could penetrate Misa’s asshole bud.

“Don’t… don’t do the ass…”

Misa looked back at Sahara and frowned as well.

“I brought this for you, I think it matches you very well, it’s a gift for you.”

Sasahara pulled out something with two dozen red beads strung on it.

Misa thinks it’s a pearl necklace, which is the first time Sahara has ever given her a gift, and Misa is delighted.

“Like it?”

Misa nods her head. Misa thinks about getting a prize for putting up with humiliation.

“It’s for the best that you like it.”

Sahara gave a smug smile.

Sahara has a string of anal beads with a collar slightly smaller than a thumb for the lovely chrysanthemum buds today.

Misa mistook it for a collar or something, but it turned out to be an anal prop.

“Don’t you move while I load you up with this wonderful gift.”

Sasahara shoved the anal beads in hard at the slightly moist chrysanthemum bud.

“Oh!”

The horrible touch of a foreign object entering her anus made it difficult for Misa to breathe, and the hairs on her body stood up in sweat.

“Dogs must have tails, and pink tails are best for Misa.”

Misa was feeling stunned when the second bead was shoved in.

“Oh!”

Shame and humiliation made Misa’s arms tremble, and when she knew she was going to have to stuff a third one in, Misa’s face turned to Sahara.

“No!”

The leftover anal beads wiggled at her crotch as Misa escaped like this, and the sensation caused Misa’s blood to flow backwards and her whole body to blush with shame.

“Return to your original position.”

“Don’t…”

“Didn’t you like the gift? That’s the thing that goes in the anus. Put it in without a colonic, and now if you pull it out, you should know what it’s like.”

Sahara looked at Misa who was holding the anal bead in her hand ready to pull it out.

“Ah… no…”

Misa let go of her anal beads, covered her face, and twisted her body.

Sahara keeps insulting Misa, and after being humiliated so badly, why can’t she still resist meeting him?

Misa was now ashamed beyond words.

“Should have gotten the inside clean first. Now if you don’t want to pull it out yet, you’ll have to resume the doggy position.”

“No…”

Misa still hides her face and shakes her head.

“Or we’re going to have to pull this thing out now, I don’t want to see soiled beads.”

“No!”

Misa reacted strongly to Sahara’s every word, oozing sweat.

“It’s okay to masturbate, isn’t it, and to wag your cute tail in the doggy position.”

“No… it’s too embarrassing… don’t…”

Misa tried to go to the bathroom to pull out the beads and climbed off the bed.

“No!”

Sasahara pulls Misa back and pushes her down on the bed, prone. Another bead is shoved in.

“Uh… Oh… Ah…”

Misa’s voice was husky and her breasts swayed.

“Five in, how about another one?”

“Uh…”

“Uh…”

“You can shove it all in, or else masturbate in the doggy position.”

“Don’t… I’ll do it… so don’t…”

Misa sincerely didn’t want to stuff her anus anymore. Knowing that her flower core was as wet as pee.

Sahara coldly observed the core of the flower that was getting wetter with each bead that was stuffed into it.

Misa got into a doggy position and her fingers began to wriggle on the petals, the beads that had fallen outside her anus wiggling together.

２

Every time Misa goes to the inn that Sahara has designated. Today it was meeting at a cafe and going to the hotel together.

It’s still better to have a hotel built specifically for intercourse. Unless a suite, a typical room would be concerned about being heard in the next room or in the hallway. The light crunch of a spanking might come out.

“A room has been booked.”

“The reservation number, please.”

“GF36.”

“Please.”

The woman at the counter pulls out the key.

Sahara led Misa into the elevator next to the counter.

It was amazing to see that Sahara had brought this hotel, but Misa didn’t feel jealous, even if he had a wife it didn’t matter, as long as Sahara could arrange a time to meet with Misa it was enough.

Sahara carried a black leather bag. Because she knew what was inside, Misa got an itchy feeling before she even touched her body.

“Oh… ah…”

Stepping out of the elevator I heard a woman scream.

Misa looked at Sahara in surprise.

“The entire hotel is equipped with sound masking devices, and any more yelling will only be at this level, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Ah…”

Misa sucked in a breath as she opened the door to her room.

On the front wall, she saw the E-shaped thing that looked like a cross with holsters for tethering hands and feet. Misa then realizes it’s an SM hotel and her heart races.

When Misa cowered and didn’t dare to go in, Sahara pulled her in, closed the door and said, “I can’t bring you here for the first time.”

Coming here immediately after the realization, Misa probably wouldn’t see Sahara again, and now, although there was still a sense of uneasiness, her body was itching, and her heart was desperately pining for Sahara.

Standing in front of Sahara, the heart of resistance completely disappeared and turned into a 100% submissive woman.

Sahara took off Misa’s leather jacket and put her hand on her chest.

“Scared?”

Feeling Misa’s heart pounding, Sahara narrowed her eyes.

Misa tried to speak, but couldn’t. She let Sahara take off the clothes on her body. The unusual atmosphere of this room made Wonderful keep swallowing.

Sahara often tied Misa’s hands behind her back, but today they were tied in front.

“What do you want to do today?”

Of course Misa couldn’t say it. Sahara’s behavior had always been strange, not something that could be said.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll just get it, is that okay?”

Misa still swallowed without answering.

Sahara took Misa’s hand and tied it to the iron refinery hook that hung down from the ceiling, then pulled it up. It didn’t stop until Misa had to stand on her toes.

Sahara kissed the bare armpits.

“Oh…”

Misa twisted her body and the iron refining made a rubbing sound. The armpits, which were usually rarely exposed, showed to be particularly sensitive.

“Put me down…”

Misa demanded with a gasp, knowing it was too late.

“Won’t you promise to do everything I tell you? First of all, shove the anal beads into your anus, all the way in, and then immediately empty them here, do you know what that would be like?”

“Don’t! Put me down…”

Her whole body seemed to be burning with fire, and Misa desperately twisted her body to struggle.

“Stuffing it in without a colonic and knowing what the consequences look like?”

“Don’t! Don’t…”

Seeing Sasahara take out the anal beads from her purse, Misa struggled frantically, and the iron refining made a piercing sound.

“Don’t! Don’t…”

It’s not like the old hotel here, and it doesn’t matter if Sahara yells loudly. A loud shout that Misa didn’t have before. Thinking that some of her self-esteem, which was completely destroyed by Sahara, remained. Didn’t want Sahara to see the soiled anal beads.

“It must be stuffed into that lovely anus of yours, and there must be something demanding about not wanting to stuff it like that.”

Misa shook her head vigorously.

“No more requests?”

Sasahara goes behind Misa’s back and strokes the wiggling ass with her anal beads.

“Don’t…”

Misa wiggled her ass desperately, not wanting Sahara to shove her anal beads in her anus.

“Don’t move!”

“No…”

It was impossible to move her body with force by standing on her toes, but Misa made every effort to shake her ass anyway.

Sasahara had Rokuho’s whip, which could only be considered a toy because of its dispersed power. However, after letting Misa see it, the sharp sound it made when it was swung still made Misa’s whole body stiffen in fear.

“Spanking still doesn’t satisfy, does it? Use this punishment and you might submit. In fact, come here to be abused, but then why won’t you say what you want?”

Sasahara finished and whipped the floor with a leather whip for Misa to see. The hairs on Misa’s entire body stood up in sweat.

“Don’t fight!”

Misa immediately reversed her body when Zohara reached Misa’s back.

“Do you want a breast spanking? I don’t necessarily want a back or ass spanking.”

Sahara gently swung the leather whip at the breasts.

“Oh!”

Even though she didn’t use her power as in the game, Misa was still terrified.

“Next time it’s going to hit harder, is it going to be my breasts?”

Seeing the expression on the verge of tears, Sahara raised the whip again.

“Spare me… don’t fight…”

Ignoring Misa’s pleas, Sahara quickly circled around to Misa’s back. Before Misa could turn her body, the whip was already hitting her ass.

“Ah!”

With a light, crunchy sound of flesh, Misa yelped. There were no whip marks left on her ass, so it was clear that Sahara hadn’t used her strength yet.

But for Misa, who was whipped for the first time, pain wasn’t a problem, as soon as she saw the whip being swung, her whole body sweated and the roots of her thighs kept trembling.

“It won’t be long before you’re hooked. Just the thought of a beating makes a lot of nectar flow, so maybe you’re already wet.”

Sahara stood in front of the breathing Misa and pressed the hexagonal leather whip handle against her pubic hair.

Misa’s groin twitched and she swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth with a gurgle.

“Don’t hit…”

“Can you answer why you were beaten?”

“Because… I refuse to insert beads…”

The mouth quickly built up with saliva again, making a loud noise as he swallowed.

“Are you reluctant to tuck in there?”

Seeing that Misa didn’t answer right away, Sahara pushed harder on the handle of the whip, sliding it over the flesh of her labia majora and stopping at the petals.

“Ah… it’s in the ass…”

“You shouldn’t hate stuffing beads, and the last time you did it was wet.”

Misa had to lower her head. The anus did feel a little bit of pleasure, the heart felt scared but the body itched. It was the kind of pleasure that could only come from humiliation.

“Didn’t want a whip, had to use beads. Leave only the last one out and stuff all the rest in. Can you say, please stuff the beads?”

Misa felt her ears burning as she listened.

“Don’t! Don’t put it in…”

“Okay.”

Sasahara stood behind Misa’s back and spanked her ass for the first time with no mercy from her hands.

“Ah!”

In order to get away from the whip, Misa, who was standing on her toes, desperately moved her body. The body formed an incline with Tetsurin, which was the maximum limit of escape possible.

Sahara’s whip hit Misa’s back.

“ah… uh… oh… no!”

When she was beaten, Misa’s body bent into an arch and her whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

Whipping four or five times, Zohara went to Misa’s face.

“Breasts hurt more than hitting the back, and you’ll get tears when you hit your nipples.”

Sasahara’s tone remained gentle, seemingly amused by Misa’s fear.

“Don’t fight… or beads… stuff the beads… in…”

After Misa finished speaking, she relaxed the strength of her legs that supported her body, and her weight fell completely onto the iron refinery with a terrible metallic sound.

“Is it okay to just tuck it in? Nothing else to say? Can you stuff it in here and get it out here?”

Misa shook her head.

“Don’t put it in like this… clean it first…”

Sahara slowly terrorizes Misa into giving in out of her own mouth.

Misa knew the situation, but there was nothing she could do.

“How do I get it clean?”

Sasahara boarded up Misa’s face with his hand.

“Please… give me Ruang… ouch…”

“I thought you could say it? Didn’t say it quickly enough, did you want to be punished, maybe for not being powerful enough.”

Sahara released Misa from the iron refinery and chained her still bound hands to the bedrail stem, then told her to raise her ass and fill it with 200cc of warm water.

Injected with warm water twice, seen defecating twice, and finally in the bathroom when she inserted her finger into her anus to clean it, Misa became completely honest.

“Before stuffing the beads, insert bigger ones today. Your anus is getting softer and softer, it’s a top quality daisy bud.”

Misa was chained to the bed with her hands, so she had to get on her knees and raise her ass as her asshole buds began to squirm.

Sahara kisses on the chrysanthemum bud.

“Ah…”

Intense pleasure coursed through Misa’s body.

“Not in that place…”

Despite the pleasure, kissing the anus was embarrassing. Wiggle your ass while looking back at Sahara.

“It’s better to thrust than to kiss, isn’t it?”

The fifth of the ten expanded rods has been used, so today a three centimeter diameter rod will be inserted.

With each insertion of the spreader bar, Misa experienced pain that made her anus want to split. After a few thrusts, the pain subsided and her uterus tingled.

Sahara dipped her finger in Vaseline and rubbed it in and out of her anus.

“Ah…”

Anal love to rub poorly and feel very bitter. It’s tempting to become like a baby and give everything to Sahara. But it couldn’t be said, even Misa herself felt anxious.

“Misa, soon you’ll be happy to receive a man in your behind too, right?”

It was horrible… and yet it gave me the pleasure of being abused.

The nectar that had just overflowed from Misa’s insides ran down her thighs, and Misa kept making sweet humming sounds.

“Exhale, it’s going to be tucked in.”

“Don’t hurt…”

Misa was nervous, her anus twitching.

“Uh…”

Each time she inserted the expanding rod, which was thicker than the last, Misa felt fear, wanting to say no, but couldn’t, her whole body sweating.

“Good, much softer than last time.”

Sahara began to thrust slowly, afraid of bruising her anus.

“Umm… ah… I’m afraid… I’m afraid…”

As her body accepts this abnormal behavior, Misa is terrified of herself and is no longer able to return to the person she was before she met Sahara.

What will it be like tomorrow… a month from now… a year from now… Misa kept overflowing her nectar in fearful pleasure.

Sahara shoved another thick prick into the wet pussy.

“Ah…”

Misa’s whole body was glowing from sweat.

“You must feel happy to have something thick inserted in the front and back. Misa…”

“Well… don’t abandon me…”

Misa shed tears of joy.

３

Just standing in the doorway of the SM Hotel, Misa’s heart thumped and her flower core began to moisten.

Since she had started using the SM hotel the previous week, Misa had gotten a better understanding of the joy of being abused, her body tingling at all times.

“Ms. Yuki, in love?”

“Got a lover?”

In the company, coworkers often ask the same question. Misa is nervous because she thinks someone has found her in the hotel.

“Come on and confess honestly.”

“Why do you say that?…”

“Because it’s been especially beautiful lately. You were already a great beauty and now you look even sexier.”

Misa couldn’t help but think of Sahara after hearing that. Knowing that after being abused, Self became a sexier woman.

He meets Iwatsuki by chance at the office and stops saying barbed words to him.

Iwatsuki tries to talk about going on a date with her and Misa just shakes her head with a smile on her face.

Misa’s heart is only focused on Sahara. Thinking of Sahara’s love makes Iwatsuki’s business unimportant.

Today’s room was wider than the previous week’s. There were two beds, and Misa had thought that all hotels had two beds.

A couple coming here wouldn’t have separate beds for each, and the remaining one should be wasted.

There was something like an obstetrics and gynecology consultation table in the room. Misa had been to the gynecologist’s office for her menstrual problems, so when she saw it, she couldn’t help but think about how Sahara was going to toy with her.

“You’ve been on the treatment table, right, take off your socks and boxers and lay on this.”

The thought of being naked only in the lower half of her body was even more embarrassing than being completely naked. Sahara knew how to make a woman feel especially ashamed, and if it was Iwatsuki or Yusuke, she would definitely make her strip naked.

Sahara sat in a chair and stayed seated without moving until Misa removed her high-cut panties and went up to the consultation table, which added to Misa’s shame.

“Don’t look…”

Only then did Sahara come over and tighten Misa’s feet with a leash.

Unlike the gynecology department there were handcuffs to the left and right of the table, located at the waist. Sahara chained Misa’s hands there.

Sahara stood at Misa’s feet, looking over her entire body, her black and white checkered blouse still uncluttered, but her black skirt lifted up to her waist.

Misa knew it was useless, but she clenched her legs anyway. This would make Misa embarrassed to look at Hanabi from the front.

It also feels unnatural with a top and skirt on, so it’s better to be completely naked.

“You’re just on stage like that and your lovely pussy is dripping wet.”

“Ah… don’t look…”

Misa was also embarrassed at how wet she was just by posing in a shameful position.

“Your pussy says there’s more to see.”

“No…”

“You should have said take a closer look.”

“No… don’t look…”

Misa wriggled her legs that couldn’t be brought together again.

“You have to be punished for such disobedience, and since you’ve come up here, let’s examine what’s going on inside.”

The moment she heard this, a large amount of nectar overflowed onto her perineum.

“Don’t push.”

Sahara picked up the spreader and inserted it into the wet core.

“Uh…”

The cold touch of the metal caused goosebumps to rise on Misa’s lower body.

Sahara shines a flashlight inside after her pussy opens up.

“Misa’s here is lovely, open up the lovely chrysanthemum buds for a look too.”

“No!”

“I also have appliances for spreading the anus.”

“No… not now…”

“Isn’t it the same now as later?”

“No… not now… please… not now…”

“Why? You don’t say why, now you’re sticking it in.”

Sahara deliberately pursued the question knowing full well the reason for Misa’s reluctance.

“First a colonic…”

Misa couldn’t cover her face with her hands, so she shook her head vigorously.

“It’s like you finally learned that it’s polite to get clean behind first.”

Misa only continued to shake her head as what Self said and what Sahara said made her very ashamed.

“Now shave your pubic hair, be naked as a baby.”

“No… don’t…”

Sasahara pulled out the spreader as Misa wriggled her ass and struggled.

Ignoring Misa’s resistance, Sahara is still ready to shave.

The lather was applied to the pubic hair and the razor slid from the mound of shame to the slit with a soft shaving sound.

“Ah…”

Misa let out a breathless grunt.

Sasahara continues shaving with skillful movements and soon the job is done.

“The shaving is for the purpose of having to meet the guests, and I hope they are satisfied.”

Sahara left Misa on the treatment table and rested herself on the bed.

“Put me down…”

Because her whole body was hot and itchy after being shaved, and seeing Sahara resting, she became even more anxious and wiggled her butt hard to show her urgency.

At that moment, Misa felt nervous when she heard a knock on the door. She hadn’t asked for any food or drinks, so the waiter must have gotten the wrong room.

It didn’t occur to me that Sahara heard it and got up to open the door.

The one who came in was Yusuke, who wore a serious expression at the sight of Misa.

Misa forgot that she was chained to the treatment table and struggled to get up.

“No… why is this… let go of me!”

“This is the room for exchange couples, so there are two beds. This is the time I designated for him to come.”

Misa felt tolerant of being insulted by Sahara, but didn’t want Yusuke to see her like this.

“I shaved Misa’s pubic hair… Isn’t that a cute look. When I shaved it, Misa was still oozing lewdness. She is enjoying being abused like this more than real intercourse. But I think she should be allowed to have intercourse with young, healthy men once in a while.”

Misa really didn’t understand Sahara’s mentality of wanting other men to fuck her while he himself watched.

Doing so without prior consultation made Misa feel Sahara’s hatefulness for the first time.

Misa struggled desperately, but to no avail.

“Misa, you look so good like this. With just your boxers off, your thighs spread, and your pubic hair shaved, I’d love to take a picture of it.”

“I will not spare you! Even less will I spare you if you touch me.”

“What to do? Just have to go.”

Sahara’s attitude remained the same.

“I love Misa, I’m not going to give Misa to you, stick my thick thing in there and Misa will cry tears of joy.”

Yusuke finished his sentence and started undressing without hesitation.

“Don’t! Put me down… I hate Yusuke! Don’t…”

Misa yelled hysterically.

“Your pussy is red like it’s saying it wants my little boy.”

Yusuke tried to smile, but the expression on his face looked unnatural.

It’s been over a month since he first had sex with Misa. After Misa ignored him, she couldn’t help but go to the Thai bath, but each time she felt more empty.

“Not bad for a young man, so spirited. But it’s not as good as being able to penetrate. She’s already on the treatment table, so caress her like that.”

“Hmph! I don’t want you to command. Even in a place like this, I will do lewd things.”

Yusuke wanted to thrust in right away, but was afraid that Sahara would look down on him, so he entered between Misa’s legs.

“Don’t… don’t touch me!”

Misa struggled desperately, which ended up turning Yusuke on even more.

Yusuke inserted two fingers into the fleshy hole. It was hot inside, and the fingers rotated and began to thrust.

“ah… no… uh…”

Yusuke pumped his fingers on one side and sucked the bud of flesh with his mouth on the other. Misa’s ass bounced violently.

Misa struggled while looking at Sahara sitting on the bed.

“It’s not Yusuke, is it? It’s you, isn’t it? Is it?”

When Misa sees Sahara, who is a bystander, she knows that Yusuke is just a prop for Sahara.

Yusuke’s oral sex and finger thrusts caused Misa’s breath to catch and grunt.

When you reach the limit, your whole body starts to tremble.

Chapter VI. Slaves

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“I still… don’t want to see your wife.”

Misa arrived at Sahara’s door and stood there nervously.

After letting Yusuke rape Misa at the SM Hotel a few days ago, Sahara is taking her back to his house today, knowing that his wife is also at the house.

I don’t understand what Sahara was thinking. How is he going to explain this to his wife?

Sahara pulled Misa through the door as hard as she could.

Misa was indeed surprised when the beautiful woman in her forties, wearing a kimono, appeared.

Willow eyebrows, gentle eyes, lips with a smile… A woman full of elegance has the demeanor of an aristocrat, and does not feel proud.

“She’s Ms. Yuki Misa.”

“Hello, come in.”

Misa felt guilty hearing her say that instead, and the original feeling of rejection had completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of uneasiness.

Sasahara introduces her as his wife, Kinuie, and wonders how she’ll react when she learns the truth.

Entering the living room, Misa still couldn’t relax.

“You seem so upset.”

“Why did you call me here…”

“For wanting you to make peace with Kinue.”

“This… after knowing about us…”

“She already knew.”

Hearing Sahara’s words, Misa was speechless.

Kensui brought tea and snacks. Like Sahara, she had a gentle smile on her face, and one could only assume that she was very relieved to know about her husband’s sexual impotence.

Did she know that Sahara would do something that shameless? There was no way Sasahara would do something unusual to such an elegant woman. At most, he would caress her with his fingers and mouth. Thinking about this, Misa felt both jealousy and envy towards Kinuie.

“Coffee is good too, but tea is our country’s flavor. This tea is very flavorful.”

“If it’s not to Misa-san’s taste, you can change it to coffee.”

Kensui said when she saw that Misa didn’t move her coffee.

“No… I don’t have a lot of time today, and I’m going to say goodbye soon.”

Why hadn’t she shrugged off Sahara’s hand and refused to come in just now? Misa regretted it, not wanting to meet such a beautiful wife. Wishing to go out with Sahara without knowing anything.

“I want you to stay here tonight, and you need to be prepared for that.”

“No…”

I had expected to stay in a hotel as usual, how could I stay in a home with his wife in it.

“Please don’t be polite, I’ve heard it from the gentleman.”

I wonder what Sahara told his wife. Kinuie made a face like she was entertaining a friend.

“No, I have things to do.”

Misa couldn’t wait to get out of Kinuie’s face.

“I didn’t hear you had something to do, are you seeing your boyfriend?”

Sahara put down her teacup and alluded to Yusuke.

“Excuse me.”

Misa is trying to stand.

“Can’t let you go yet.”

Sahara grabbed Misa’s wrist.

“Please let go…”

Unsure of how Kenshie felt about this action of Sahara’s, Misa was confused.

“I told you that I won’t let you go back tonight. And you don’t have to worry about Kinui.”

Sasahara pulls harder and Misa resists. Sahara pulls Misa over with more force.

“No!”

“Do you want to be punished again?”

Sahara ignores his wife’s presence, causing Misa to lose her cool.

“You can’t, please let go of me.”

Misa firmly resisted. But a pang of sadness ran through her heart at the thought that she might lose Sahara if she resisted any longer.

“Kinui, the rope.”

Sahara pulled Misa down so that her upper body was on her lap and said something that Misa found hard to believe.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

Sahara said in a strengthened tone to Kinuie who showed a confused expression.

“As if you don’t get it yet.”

Sahara lifted up Misa’s skirt, revealing a dark green garter belt in the same color as the skirt.

Sahara pulled her high-cut boxer briefs down to her knees again.

As Misa struggles, Sahara swings for the ass.

“Ah…”

The new garter belt she had bought for tonight was something she really didn’t want Sahara to see in this situation, and the sight of Kensei stung Misa more than the spanking of her ass.

“Be gentle with her…”

Kensui’s words made Misa think she had heard wrong.

“I was gentle enough with her. Spanking like that makes Misa wet, so she likes to be punished like that.”

Misa was sweating all over her body, not wanting to be humiliated even more in front of Kinue. Misa struggled to lift her body.

Kensui picks up the red rope and hands it to Sahara. Sahara uses one hand to press down on Misa’s back and ties Misa’s hands behind her back.

“Ah… No!”

Her hair was scattered, her breathing was rapid, and Misa’s back kept rising and falling.

“You two… why is this…”

Misa was beginning to suspect that the two of them were premeditated. The spanking and binding of hands seemed to be the same as in the past, but it felt like the purpose was completely different.

Hearing Misa’s uptempo question, Kensui blushed slightly.

“Do you hate me sir?”

Misa was confused again at Kinue’s completely harmless expression.

“Or… hate me?”

Misa couldn’t understand Kensae’s true intentions, so she had to turn her head to look at Sasahara.

“Now I want to have a fun time with you together, not just me and you, but Kensui too. It’s nice to be women with each other too.”

Misa was speechless.

“I’ve been conditioning Kinuie since before the wedding, so she doesn’t rebel against what I say, and is an excellent slave who is absolutely obedient, more obedient than Misa. Misa doesn’t seem to have been trained enough.”

Taught, slave… Hearing Sasahara say such words without concealing them, Misa finally realized the relationship between Sasahara and Kinuyasha.

But seeing the quiet and skillful Kinuie, it was impossible to imagine a woman who had been abused.

“Kensui, show her the labia ring.”

Hearing the sound of Kinuie swallowing her saliva, as if she wanted to speak, her slightly opened lips trembled.

After a bit of silence, Kenshi turned to Misa and Sahara and pulled back the front of her kimono, and as she pulled back the innermost red apron that replaced her panties, a bare garden appeared.

Seeing a pussy shaved like her own, Misa couldn’t help but take a breath. When Kenshi pulled her outer pussy lips apart, it made Misa’s eyes widen even more.

On one of the petals there are gold colored rings emitting a shine. From the ring also dangled five or six centimeters of thin gold chain.

“The labia ring is a mark of obedience, signifying that Kenshi is my beloved slave, and not just anyone can be fitted with this ring.”

Misa’s heart was in turmoil as she listened.

“Kin-chan, show her by caressing that pretty petal with your own hand. Misa hasn’t seen how other women masturbate themselves.”

After Sahara finished speaking, something hard to believe happened.

With a shy expression, Kenshi rubbed the ringed petals with her delicate fingers.

The shameful behavior that must not be seen by others was performed standing there with the kimono pulled open like that. That kind of expression of enduring humiliation that was about to cry was very beautiful even to Misa of the same sex.

“ah… ah…”

The beautiful red lips opened wide at times, looking as if they were frowning and crying.

“Ah… make me do shameful things… spare me…”

Showing great obedience to Sahara’s orders made Misa ten thousand times more touched.

Kensui’s body swayed, almost looking like she was going to fall over.

“Ah… I’m… about to… release…”

Kenshi’s chest rose and fell more sharply, and Misa could almost hear her own heartbeat.

“Ah… Ejaculation… Oh…”

Kensui’s chin jutted forward, her whole body spasmed, her snow-white thighs trembled, and her pulled-up kimono fell off.

Sasahara supported Kinuie’s collapsing body, then pulled up her kimono and licked at the wet core. Kinuie let out a loud grunt as Sasahara gave her the most intense sensation and her body shook violently.

Misa saw this light and thought it wasn’t real, while feeling her own body on fire.

Sahara sat Kinuie down on the couch and slipped her hand inside the skirt of Misa, who was sitting on the same couch.

“Ah…”

Because the high-cut panties were pulled up to her knees, Sahara’s hand immediately reached the core of the flower. Then he withdrew his hand and brought his wet fingers to Misa’s face.

“It’s like you’ve got sexy too. I want Misa to become like Kin-chan, I want you to be the woman that Kin-chan and I share. Even if you sleep with other men, the heart still belongs to both of us.”

Sahara said in a suggestive tone.

“Would you hate it if you did that to me? I like you, you’re the woman my husband has his eye on, I hear about you every day, he says you’re a lovely woman and he wants you no matter what. Please don’t hate me, okay?”

Misa thought she had heard something like that before. Don’t hate me… When she remembered that it was something she had said to Sahara, she also thought of the urgency with which she had said it.

“Misa is happy with Kenshi, that’s why she’s so wet. Seeing that your core is wet, that’s why you’re going to lick Misa’s pussy now.”

“Don’t…”

Misa’s hands were tied behind her back, but still desperately tried to escape. But Sahara puts Misa on her lap and spreads her snow-white legs apart.

“Don’t… don’t…”

Kensui got between Misa’s legs and caressed the labia, which were as bare as her own, with her lips before pulling the core of the flower to the left and right.

“Ah… it’s beautiful. Such pretty petals and a lovely nub.”

Kensui’s face was pressed against the base of Misa’s thigh.

“Don’t… uh…”

As the gentle tongue flicked, Misa was immediately assaulted by intense waves of sensuality, tilting her chin up and letting out a hum of delight.

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Taken to the basement by Sahara and Kinuie. There were wide wooden huts there. Inside, higher up, there were eight tatami-sized Japanese-style rooms that looked more fully equipped than those in SM hotels, and Misa’s legs couldn’t help but tremble.

There are X-shaped pedestals at a height of about 60 or 70 centimeters off the ground. There were also crosses by the windows. There are several whips hanging on the wall. From the ceiling hangs a slide car and an iron refinery, and on the bikini cabinet there are several kinds of ropes as well as various toys. Just the sight of it made my breath catch.

There are large mirrors on the walls that seem to make the room space appear larger.

The Japanese-style room has good bedding. The red cotton blanket may be for sexual intercourse only.

In the basement of a normal home, who would have thought that there would be such a secret room? It made Misa herself feel like she had stepped into a world of a different dimension.

“This is the best living room in my house, are you happy with it?”

Misa’s heart was beating so fast that even Sahara might have heard it.

“In the future, the task of dilating Misa’s anus will be given to Kinuie, and she will be responsible for making it to the point where she can insert the last dilation rod.

”

“No!”

Sasahara was going to do everything beyond Misa’s imagination, going so far as to ask Kenshi to dilate Misa’s anus.

“You absolutely cannot refuse. In the future, you have to get along well with Kinuie and bare your heart, and in order to reveal your heart you have to undress first.”

“Don’t.”

Misa ran toward the stairs. Sahara grabbed her back and chained her hands to the post.

The punishment that Misa says she doesn’t want is to be accepted by Kinue instead. Sahara’s words surprise Misa again.

Kensui just tugged at her lips a little, not resisting.

The kimono came off on Kensui, leaving only her white socks.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, won’t you let Kenshi dilate your anus?”

“That… that kind of thing… don’t…”

It wasn’t that Misa hated Kinuie, it was just that she felt more humiliated than what Sahara had done. In her mind, she also thought that Kinuie shouldn’t be able to do that kind of thing.

Hearing Misa’s continued refusal, Sasahara binds Kenshie’s hands and hangs them from the hooks of a skid steer that dangles from the ceiling, then rolls up the iron refinery.

Raise your hands first, then take the heels of your white socks off the ground and don’t stop until you’re barely on the ground with your toes.

The two women stood facing each other.

Sahara brought a whip, a spike whip with six strips separated at the front.

“Scream out a good sound.”

Sasahara stood behind Kinue and swung the whip at the snow-white ass.

“Oh…”

Along with the light, crunchy sound of flesh, the humming of Kenshie was heard and the metallic sound of iron refining shaking.

Misa had taken a few Spike Whip whippings as well, and knew it was for games. But when someone else was getting beaten in front of her and it was loud, she couldn’t help but turn her face away.

In addition to her ass, she also spanked her back and thighs. Kensei furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, and from her red lips, she let out a moan that didn’t distinguish between bitterness or joy.

Sahara came in front of Kinue from behind her back.

“How does it feel to take a beating instead of Misa? To have a good spanking of your tits and pussy.”

Sasahara lifted Kenshie’s egg-shaped face up with the handle of the whip and smiled in satisfaction at the sight of the submissive slave girl’s quivering lips.

Kensui’s lips trembled not from fear, but for the orgasm that was soon to come.

The core of the silky hue is wet without having to look at it.

Misa, who didn’t know about this situation, would probably say what Sahara was expecting before long.

Sahara stood in front of Kinuie, blocking Misa’s view.

Sahara pushes down on Kinuie’s nipples with the handle of the whip.

“Oh…”

Kensui’s back was slightly tilted back.

“Misa said she didn’t like having you touch it, and it must have been nice for Misa to have you punished for being nasty.”

Misa was tempted to say that there was nothing of the sort, but she just couldn’t bear the thought of the beautiful Kinuie doing something that would humiliate her.

Sasahara swung the whip and chomped down on the breasts.

“Oh!”

Kenshie’s body shook, and the sliding car rubbed against the iron refining, making a piercing sound.

After several consecutive swats on the breasts, switch to the shaved pussy.

“Ah…”

Kenshi felt dazed, but Misa, who hadn’t been beaten in her breasts or pussy yet, thought that Kenshi must be in pain.

“Oh… uh… ah…”

Misa’s body trembled when she heard Kensuke’s screams.

“Don’t fight… don’t fight…”

Misa exclaimed.

Misa had been able to see any of Sahara’s behavior as a sign of love, but didn’t believe in understanding what was involved in punishing a wife who hadn’t done anything wrong.

Sahara ignored Misa’s cries, but he knew that Kenshi was waiting for the orgasmic pleasure that was to come.

Sasahara came back to Kenshie’s back and spanked her sweaty ass hard.

“Oh…”

Meeting her orgasm, Kenshi opened her mouth and her whole body trembled violently.

Reaching orgasm after being whipped is something Misa can’t imagine. She believes that the pain and fear cause Kinuie’s body to produce abnormalities.

Knowing that Kenshi had reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, Sahara lowered the whip and reached behind Kenshi’s back to the core of her flower.

“Uh…”

The ass shuddered violently.

The core of the flower is as wet and hot as pee. Inserting a finger into the core of the flower at this point may produce even more sensuality.

“Please… don’t hit her… spare her…”

Misa’s mouth went dry.

“Don’t you hate Kenshie? Don’t begrudgingly let a hated woman touch you. I’ll show you something very interesting.”

Sasahara fitted a gold bell to the gold refining of Kenshie’s labia ring. It wasn’t a very large bell when it was, but the cruelty of seeing the petals being pulled downward made Fusae frown.

“Fitted with a bell dangling, which makes a lovely bell when struck with a leather whip, and don’t use a game spike whip, use a whip, though it will hurt slightly.”

“Don’t! I didn’t hate her, so don’t…”

“Don’t you hate Kinuie? I don’t believe it. You have to try if you really don’t hate Kinuie. And don’t forget that you’ll be punished instead of Kinuie in the future.”

Sasahara untied Kenshie, then Misa.

“Kinuie, you don’t need me to tell you what to do when you start tuning up Misa’s anus. Until then, Misa is going to remove the bell for Kinuie.”

Misa’s fingers trembled when she removed the bell, while noticing the wetness at the base of Kensui’s thighs.

Misa couldn’t imagine that it was nectar, and thought that Kinuie was incontinent from fear when she was beaten.

After removing the bell, it was Kinuie’s turn to train Misa.

“Get down like a puppy and I’ll do it gently.”

Misa wanted to refuse. But knows that by refusing, Kinui will be punished. Sahara with a whip sits in a Japanese-style room on a higher floor and watches.

Misa expected to have a dilator bar inserted in her anus immediately, but what was inserted was a glass nozzle for colonic use.

“Oh…”

Warm water was slowly injected into Misa’s abdomen.

When the injection was finished, Sahara came over and said, “Until I say so, Misa will have to endure. In the meantime, I’m going to show you what a well-trained Kinuie’s anus looks like.”

Kenshi heard Sahara’s command and immediately assumed the doggy position.

Sahara coats her anus with Vaseline, rubs it softly with her fingers, and then pushes the thick dildo against her anus.

“This is a demonstration, Misa, watch carefully.”

Sahara inserted the dildo into his anus.

“Umm… Umm…”

Forgetting that she was having a defecation crisis, Misa gazed at the thick dildo disappearing into her anus.

“Ah…”

Kenshi’s anus accepted the dildo so easily that Misa almost forgot to breathe as she watched.

Sahara began to thrust slowly, spilling nectar from the core in time with Kenshi’s gasps.

Intense abdominal pain, which brought Misa to her senses.

“Let me go to the restroom…”

Sahara’s hand operating the dildo stopped moving.

３

“Ah… don’t…”

At Sahara’s order, her body was washed by Kinuie in the basement bathroom. As even the flower core and chrysanthemum buds were cleaned with delicate fingers, Misa felt her body begin to tingle.

In the past, it never occurred to her that she would have her body washed by a person of the same sex. Now that she had been colonized by Kinuie herself, there was no longer any intention of avoiding her.

It’s like a horse race, the process from meeting Sahara to the present appears in my mind. And now that the three of them were in the basement, it was all like a dream.

“You’re beautiful…”

Kensui whispered in Misa’s ear.

“Now… what else is there to do?”

Misa still felt uneasy.

Misa felt a motherly warmth towards Kinuie at this point.

“He’ll lead us into joy, you can see that, right?”

“But you didn’t do anything wrong yet you took a beating in my place and hit me hard on the breasts and there.”

There were so many things that could not be understood with common sense that Misa was as confused as a lost child.

“That way… I could have an orgasm… He knew that whipping with a whip would bring me to orgasm.”

“This…”

There was no penetration of the pussy or caressing with her fingers, and Misa couldn’t believe that this was the way to orgasm.

“Sexiness isn’t felt with the body, it’s gained with the heart, you understand, don’t you? If one does trust me sir, one can surely gain a lot of joy. Just be willing to endure pain or shame.”

Because of her complete trust in Sahara, Kinuie was able to remain this calm.

Misa felt that she had never truly loved a man as much as Kinue did. Maybe it was only when she met Sahara that she realized what true love was.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw various toys lined up.

“Kinue, you use this cock to penetrate her from behind, it’s probably no problem to use this for Misa now.”

What Sasahara held out to Kinuie was the belt containing the thinner black penis, which was very thin, but still looked exactly like a penis.

Kensui hugged Misa.

“I’m afraid…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Be gentle…”

Misa was no longer in a position to refuse, but there was still a sense of unease and shame.

“Uh…”

Misa’s body tensed as Kenshi kissed Misa’s red lips.

Soft lips rubbed gently against the side of Misa’s mouth as the tip of her warm tongue plunged into Misa’s mouth.

It was the first time to receive such a gentle caress. Misa wanted to cry with excitement as Kenshi’s tongue wormed its way into Misa’s mouth.

“You are so lovely… I will be very gentle with you…”

Kenshi put the dildo belt on, and the black dildo protruding from her lower body was dwarfed by Kenshi’s beauty.

“You do the puppy pose.”

Misa purposely acted like she didn’t want it. Now not only to Sahara, but she wants to pamper Kinuie as well.

When Misa was urged on by Kensui, she gently went down on her knees, bending her upper body and putting her hands on the ground.

“And the ass has to be lifted, and made to look shamelessly lifted.”

Listen to Sahara out loud.

Misa pushed her ass over as if requesting ass play. In her mind, she felt that something new was beginning.

Kensui’s fingers applied Vaseline to Misa’s slightly twitching asshole bud. Misa couldn’t help but gasp and wiggle her ass on one side.

“Don’t you move, insert a cock in that cute ass right now.”

Kensui also got on her knees and put her black glans right up against Misa’s anus.

“Ah… Be gentle… I’m afraid of pain…”

Arms used to shake when inserting a spreader bar, let alone something in the shape of a penis.

The foreign object pushed through the daisy bud and entered the body.

“Uh…”

Zohara went to Misa and sat down cross-legged in front of her.

“It’s beautiful, much more beautiful than the first time I saw you” Sahara’s words made Misa cry with joy.

Kensui began to thrust slowly.

“Ah… I’m afraid…”

“It’s cozy, isn’t it?”

Misa shook her head.

“Kinuie, take a look at Misa to see if she’s wet.”

Just below the dildo’s insertion into it, Kenshi reaches out and touches Misa’s core, where there is a lot of nectar like peeing.

“Well?”

“It’s sufficiently moist.”

Misa felt very embarrassed to hear Kinuie’s words and felt her ears burning.

“You make Misa leak with your fingers like this.”

Kensui began to rub Misa’s petals and also rubbed on the protruding buds of flesh.

“Ah…”

Misa let out a grunt, feeling the deepest part of her womb tickle. Locking her anus tightly felt painful because of the dildo.

“Oh…”

Kenshi’s fingers plunged into her pussy.

“Hot… what a lovely pussy, want to stick it in you here.”

Misa looked at Sahara and wanted to say stick it in me, but swallowed back. If something of Sasahara’s penetrated, in that moment, it might reach orgasm. Sasahara’s rod was a phantom, but still, she wanted to caress that thing.

“Ah… let me caress your things… with my mouth…”

Sahara then took the bow-shaped dildo with both ends in the shape of a penis and shoved one of the ends into Misa’s mouth.

“Lick it.”

Sahara pumped a dildo into Misa’s mouth and explained that it was something two women used when they made love to each other, with a piece of meat in the center to prevent the dildo from going too deep into one side of the woman’s fleshy hole and hurting her uterus.

Misa saw the end of the double-headed dildo as Sahara’s meat stick and took it in her mouth.

“Want to stick you with this?”

Misa nodded with the dildo in her mouth.

“Kinuie, remove the dildo belt and go to Kazumuro’s room, don’t let Misa orgasm yet.”

As Kensui pulled out the black dildo, Misa’s there flipped slightly, revealing the pink intestinal jerks.

Kensui placed a light kiss on the chrysanthemum bud.

“Ah… I can’t…”

A strong tingling sensation spread, and a sweet hum emerged from Misa’s nostrils.

As warm lips slid over the daisy bud again, Misa shook her head, spat the dildo out of Sahara’s mouth, and raised her upper body.

“Don’t… in that place… don’t…”

“The chrysanthemums are so beautiful when they bloom slightly.”

“Ah… don’t…”

Misa covers her face with both hands as Sahara pulls away to the left and right.

“It’s time to have more fun from Kinue in the future.”

Misa wobbled and almost collapsed as she was brought into the Japanese room.

“Kenshi inserts you anally, Misa, and as a token of appreciation, you insert Kenshi into your pussy.”

Misa didn’t know what to do when she got the double-headed dildo. Although Sahara explained the usage, it was impossible to insert it into Kenshie’s core.

“Caress my petals or buds with your mouth. Then poorly penetrate…”

As if encouraging the hesitant Misa, Kensui lay back on the sleeper, spreading her legs apart as the gold refinery glowed.

Sahara pushed Misa’s back hard. Misa collapsed onto Kinue’s belly, touching smooth, warm skin.

Misa lifted her head to look down. In addition to the labia, a part of the gold chain of the labia ring was also seen. Although she was scared, she wanted to see how it was put on, and had the desire to separate there and look at it, but she couldn’t do it.

At that moment, Sahara took Misa in her arms.

“Would you like a ring like Kensui’s? If you want it, it can be fitted to you as well, and it’s ready to go. But only if you are well-behaved.”

Misa felt horrible, on the other hand, she wanted to fit that thing so badly.

“The labia ring is a mark of obedience. Kensui is my beloved slave, and not just anyone can fit her.

”

Misa remembered again what Sahara had said in the living room, that she could be an equal to Kinuie if she was fitted with a labia ring. There was no rejection of Kinuie, and again, she wanted to be a woman of equal value to her.

“Will I also be fitted with a labia ring… so… we can live together?”

Misa can no longer think about her life without Sahara. When she returns to her apartment, she is overwhelmed by the feeling of being alone and envies Kinue.

“If we’re going to live together, Misa’s room will be here for now. However, there are things to do before that, right?”

Misa warily parted Kensei’s thighs, gently shaking the gold chain, then stroking the ringed petals.

Misa hated that she had a labia ring now.

“I’ll also install… this…”

Misa looked up at Sahara.

“I’m very much in favor of the coyote-like man in Ginny. Watching that man raping Misa gives me pain. There’s no problem with calling him here later and letting him rape Misa who’s tied to the rack.”

Misa was a little nervous to hear that. If she didn’t say yes, she might never get her labia ring.

If that’s what Sahara wants, it’s the only way to do it. Misa doesn’t dislike Yusuke’s rough personality.

“If you must do that…”

Seeing Misa’s reaction, Sahara smiled and said, “Now call Ginny.”

Sahara walked out of the basement.

Kinuie raised her body and said, “You’re not afraid anymore, are you? If you do what he says, you’ll be happy.

”

Kensui picked up the double-headed dildo and licked at one of the glans before pressing it against Misa’s core and then slowly inserting it.

“Oh…”

“Does it hurt?”

Kenshie thrust to the bottom and then placed the other glans right on her core.

“You move around and stick it in me. You didn’t give me a kiss, so maybe it’s not wet enough, so take it slow.

”

Misa was uneasy about the time that followed, but the anticipation was great. The best way to get rid of the uneasiness is to fully commit and enter the world of fantasy.

Misa slowly moved her lower body closer to Kinuie.

“Ah… yes… be gentle…”

The two bodies embraced and naturally started kissing. Kenshi moved her lower body while gently caressing on Misa’s nub.

At that moment, Sahara returned.

“Misa, you’ve done a great job, you’re going to be given a prize, what do you want? Is it that you want to be tied up with ropes?”

Praised, Misa wiggled her ass even harder, causing Kensui to let out a sweet hum.

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