Tina At The Hideaway
- 3 years ago
- 29
- 0
Michio's Idea free porn video
Michio's idea
The idea had been growing inside Michio for half a year. It had grown so thatit came and took hold of Michio in every quiet moment.
Michio said to her husband Yukio-san, ?you remember, my love, that you saidyour company bonus had been especially good this year, in reward for your specialservices to the firm, and that to celebrate this you would buy me a new furcoat??
?Yes my pearl,? said Yukio, smiling. ?I have not forgotten my promise.?
?Beloved husband, there is something I would wish for much more than a furcoat. It is not an expensive thing, Yukio-san, but a little thing that wouldgive me great pleasure. You know that I have little to do in the daytime andin the many long evenings when you are away from me, and, I have not wantedto burden you with my complaints husband, but often I am bored by the sameold parties with the same old faces.?
?Michio my love,? her husband replied, ?I must say I had thought that recentlyyou were becoming tired and feckless. My love, whatever I can bring you tohelp rekindle the light in your eyes, never mind the price, you can be surethat you will have it.?
?You are the very kindest and most loving husband, Yukio-san,? said Michio,planting a kiss on her husband's cheek.
?So what is this thing that will brighten up your lonely days??
?You remember last spring, my love, when we visited your cousin Kusama Matsiko,how Matsiko's wife was so proud of her Korean maid, that lovely little thingthat we called cherry pip? You remember how cherry pip danced for all of usin the evening under the falling blossom. She delighted the party with themost bashful air of innocence , yet she was so skilfully trained to give pleasurewith her sharp little tongue and her exquisite cunt? Isn't it true that forweeks afterwards we praised Mrs. Kusama's great skill in training the Koreangirl, and that you observed how lucky Matsiko-san was to have such a talentedwife, and so inventive to devise this novel way to entertain her husband andhis guests.?
?Yes, my love,? Yukio said, ?indeed I remember it well.?
?Yukio-san, since that spring party a seed has been growing within me. I knownow that this is something I must do. It is something that as well as bringingme great joy in the doing, will also be for your pleasure, and I hope willbring you great esteem in our circle, as the actions of Matsiko-san's wifebrought esteem to her husband. I ask, beloved husband, that you buy me a littleKorean or Vietnamese slave girl such as Mrs. Kusama had. Although what I amplanning is, I dare say, something very inventive and new that will outshineour cousin's achievement. I am hoping that by the time of next spring's blossoms,I will have transformed our girl slave completely to become a human dog whowill perform most obediently and charmingly for our guests. Though she willstill, of course, have the appearance of a pretty girl, I will train out ofher all human expressions and habits. She will have forgotten speech. She willwalk on all fours, eat from a bowl, grunt and pant like a dog, and be for allthe world my canine pet. I can picture it all, Yukio-san. Everyone will agreeshe will be the most captivating pet they have ever seen, and the sight ofher will make your friends' sacred members stiffer than they have ever known.Can you not picture it, beloved husband, will it not be the most delightfulsight to present to our guests at the time of the falling blossoms??
?Yes, my love, I believe that you will make it so. Without doubt it is a mostdiverting notion, to turn a dog-eater girl into a dog herself. Do not theirlanguage and manners already make these uncivilised foreign turds already half-wayanimals? With your skillful touch, my love, I am sure that the transformationcan be completed. Very well, I shall procure the youngest and prettiest suchspecimen there is to be had for you to work on. Though don't think I shan'talso buy you the finest fur coat in Tokyo , for indeed your idea pleases mevery much and shall be rewarded.?
Four days later, early evening, a black van passed through the ten foot electronicsecurity gates that protected the Yojos' Kyoto villa and cruised up the fiftyyards of tree-lined gravel drive, turned to round the building, and came toa stop at the villa's rear entrance. Two burly looking men got out of the frontof the van, unlocked the rear doors and shouldered the wooden crate they slidout of the van. Sammy, the Yojos' chauffeur and majordomo, directed the deliverymen through the sliding metal door into the main storeroom. Unlocking a seconddoor, Sammy then pointed them down a flight of concrete stairs into the basementwhile he went to fetch the mistress.
The delivery men had laid the crate on a polished metal bench that ran alongthe side of the first basement storeroom, and were sipping from bottles ofKirin beer brought them by Mrs. Wabashi, the housekeeper. One had rolled uphis sleeves, displaying the Tanaka clan tattoos that scrolled around the knotsof his iron arms. Showing respect due to the wife of a senior business partnerof the clan chiefs, the yakuza put down their beer bottles on the steel bench,straightened themselves, and bowed as Madame Yojo entered.
Sammy stood behind her, his arms folded in front of him around a crowbar. ?Ourrespects to Yojo-sama ,? said Iron-arm, ?and sincere wishes that the merchandisewill satisfy. We hope you will accept the animal as a gift from us.?
Iron-Arm took the crowbar and prised away the lid of the crate. He reachedinside and took out the girl, lifting her away from the box in the cradle ofhis arms, and set her down on the steel bench. She was curled up foetal , ball-gagged,and bound with whipcord around her wrists and ankles. Another long length ofcord pulled the bindings on her hands and feet together and another then loopedaround knees, back and elbows bundling her up in a tight ball.
She was a tiny little thing. Michio stroked the wisps of hair that poked outof the tight cleft between the backs of her thighs, and squeezed her fingerin between. Then she stroked the girl's hair, which had been shorn into a crudebob, and her face. She ran her long violet nail over the dry lips stretchedover the ball gag, dug into the cheek, and played with the eyelashes that flutteredand batted like little wings over bright terrified eyes. When the girl triedto turn her head down and bury her chin in away from Michio's playful hand,Michio slapped her hard, and dug all her nails in hard around the windpipe.The little bitch whimpered and swallowed. Michio slapped her again, once oneach cheek. Then she stroked her face softly, and rubbed under her chin, andthen ran her hand down to where the girl's little bumps of tits were pressedup tight against her knees.
?Exquisite. So tiny. She is still virgin, I hope??
?Yes certainly madam Yojo. We made a special effort to make sure it was thefreshest and most pure available. This one is not from the city, but a villagegirl from the Korean jungle, never touched by a man, from an illiterate andstupid peasant family. Of course, virginity has been medically checked andis guaranteed, and it has also been checked free of all diseases and fullyinoculated. My men have been expressly forbidden from playing with the merchandise,and from touching the breasts or cunt except for the medical examination.?
?Very good. I wouldn't expect anything less. Now please remove the bindingsso I can examine her properly.?
Iron-arm produced a flick knife from the pocket of his cotton slacks, andcut the bindings, leaving only the gag and the red impressions of the tyingstill on her skin. The girl, however, stayed hugging herself tight in her ball.Iron arm slapped twice, fast, on her face and then on the back of her thighs,and shouted in Korean for her to stand up. The girl shuddered and bit intothe ball gag as she was hit, her legs shivering, but she didn't move. Michioand the three men saw a trickle of pee running down her thigh and beginningto form a yellow pool on the shining bench.
?I am very sorry madam Yojo. The animal is completely untrained, of course,and in a state of shock. Even so, I apologise for this inexcusable behaviour.?
Iron arm picked up the girl, this time with his arms stretched out away fromhim to avoid the pee that was dripping from between her legs. He held her upin the air away from the bench for a second or two, then dropped her on thefloor. The girl crumpled but only curled herself in a ball on the floor. Ironarm aimed two sharp kicks at the girl's legs and shouted at her again in Korean.Still getting no result, he grabbed her hair in his left hand and pulled herup to her feet. The shaking girl stood about four and a half feet, her headagainst Iron Arm's chest. With his right hand he slapped her again on bothcheeks and spat some more words into her ear. Slowly, the girl started to straightenup and support her own weight.
?Pretty pretty,? said Michio, who stepped forward to stroke the girl's throat,nipples and belly with her nail. And then Michio reached with her hands tocradle the girl's head and tousle her hair. Michio removed the ball gag. Thegirl's mouth stayed half open, spittle smeared on the lips, and a raw sobbingsound coming from deep in her throat. Michio pressed her index finger in betweenthe girl's lips, and touched to the inside of her mouth with her long nail.The girl swallowed and closed her lips on the finger, but did not bite.
Sammy let out a breath and said ?You are very brave, madam, to put your fingerin the animal's mouth. Please madam, we do not know if it will turn wild andbite you. These animals have no sense, they act out of instinct and fear only.?
Michio giggled, and continued to play with her finger in the girl's mouth. ?Youworry too much, Sammy. I think the bitch is not so wild. I think she will soonbe a very obedient good little doggie, I think that already she knows I amher mistress and that she must not bite me. Now Sammy, you must take her tothe sink and wash her down so I can put my fingers in her little pissy cuntand see whether that wants to bite me.?
There was a big sink in the corner of the storeroom, at the end of the steelbench. Sammy took the girl's wrist and led her to the sink. Iron Arm came afterSammy and helped him lift the girl up into the sink. Sammy used washing upliquid and cold water on the girl's cunt and thighs, and Iron Arm held hershoulders still as she shivered. After they had washed the piss away, theyplaced her back on the floor and wiped her dry with tea towels, then led herback to Michio.
Michio examined the girl for a further five minutes, having Sammy turn herround as she ran her hands over front and back, pulled and scratched her skin,pinched her nipples, fingered her cunt and anus. The girl stood shaking butin position throughout the examination. The low sobbing noise was constantin her throat, breaking into a low moan when Michio's fingers pulled and teased,and a squeal as her holes were penetrated.
?Pretty pretty,? said Michio, ?very nice.? And she thanked Iron Arm again,bowed and shook hands with him and the second yakuza, and promised them thather husband would remember the good work they had done. Sammy called Mrs. Wabashito show the two men out. Then, the mistress following behind, he unlocked thedoor that led along a short corridor, and a second door that was the thirdto come off the corridor on the right. Inside was a small bare concrete boxroom, less than ten feet square, lit by a single strip-light. The only furnishingof the room was an iron ring secured to the floor towards the far left corner,and extending from this a length of chain less than a foot long, attached tothe end of which was a steel collar. Slapping the girl on the arse, Sammy gesturedfor her to kneel on the floor. When she had done so, he pulled her down bythe hair towards the collar, which he fastened round her neck. The collar lockedwith a click, pinning the girl close to the ground by her throat.
Shortly after being locked down, the girl started to struggle against thechain and to moan and sob out loud. She moved herself into a crouch by theiron ring and pulled at the chain with her hands.
?No, bitch,? said Michio, who had been watching silently, ?no hands. No hands.? Tomake herself understood Michio bent down by the girl, grabbed her hands andpulled the girl's arms back behind her, twisting her wrists painfully. Thegirl screamed and started to jabber in Korean. On Michio's instructions, Sammyfetched a length of cord and tied the girl's hands behind her back. Then shetold him to take off his belt. Michio positioned the girl with her arse inthe air towards her, her head down by the ring in the corner. As Michio beather with the belt the girl continued to scream and beg in Korean. After thebeating, the girl curled up on the floor and sobbed.
?Fetch her a bowl of water, Sammy,? said Michio. ?We'll leave her for thenight. Training starts tomorrow.?
Josephina
- 07.10.2022
- 38
- 0
The Nudist Hideaway
- 3 years ago
- 14
- 0
Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 13 A First Trip to a Senate Hideaway
- 2 years ago
- 17
- 0
