The Business Trip


	When I was in college I had a brief flirtation with another girl - some 
kissing, fondling, and mutual masturbation - but it was no big deal because 
everyone was doing it.  I also flirted with S/m but that didn't last long.  
I enjoyed both but when I graduated I put all of that behind me.

	I went to work for a large multinational company and thoroughly enjoyed my 
job because of the frequent travel overseas.  I got married at twenty-five 
and by twenty-eight the honeymoon was over.  I'd gotten a couple of good 
promotions and was contemplating divorce when the company sent me to Japan 
for six months.  Tony, my husband, told me it would be a good cooling off 
period for the both of us.  I knew that meant he'd fuck his teenybopper girl 
friends in peace while I was gone.

	Tokyo was fantastic!  The company leased an apartment for me not far from 
our office.  My contact in Tokyo was a young woman named Mariko.  She was a 
slender, delicate beauty with long black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a 
beautiful amber complexion.

	We got along right from the moment she met me at the airport.  I'm 5' 10", 
blonde, and athletic so she didn't have any trouble picking me out of the 
crowd as I walked off the plane.

	Right from the start I was fascinated by the delicate beauty of Japanese 
women and old feelings started stirring again.  I'd been there a month when 
Mariko invited me to have dinner with her at a private club.  We took a taxi 
and arrived shortly after nine p.m.

	The club was in a nondescript building that looked like a converted 
warehouse.  The inside was luxurious and we were greeted by a pretty hostess 
who showed us to a table in a private alcove.  Everything seemed pretty 
normal until our waitress came in.  She was a teenager, a Thai, a beautiful 
girl who looked no more than sixteen.  And she was naked!

	Mariko ordered for us while I sat there staring at the girl.  While she 
ordered, Mariko casually stroked the girl's bare buttocks.  I saw her 
nipples harden into pointy little nubs.  Dinner was delicious.  We started 
with drinks, scotch and water, and then a salad followed.  Dinner was Kobe 
beef grilled to perfection, accompanied by an assortment of vegetables.  We 
had wine with dinner, Merlot from Australia.  Desert was a deliciouly cool 
sherbert, Orange for me and Lemon for Mariko.

	During dinner we talked about work, politics, Japan in general, and Tokyo 
in particular.  Nothing was said about our nude waitress but Mariko stroked 
the girl's buttocks and thighs ever chance she got.

	Finally, just as we were finishing dessert I looked at Mariko and asked, 
"Why is she nude?"

	Mariko smiled.  "Because she's a slave.  This is a club for women and their 
slaves."

	I stared at her in shocked silence.  "Are you a member?"

	"Yes."

	"Do you have slave?"

	She shook her head.  "No, not at the moment.  But I'm hopeful."  As she 
spoke she gave me a frankly appraising look.

	I shook my head.  "Oh no.  Not me!  I don't want to play that game."

	Mariko grinned.  "It's not a game."

	I got to my feet.  "I'm leaving.  Now!"

	The waitress appeared at that moment with two other girls, also nude.  
Mariko spoke to them in Japanese and they nodded, grinning, and then closed 
in on me.  "I told them to take you and prepare you to accept your collar."

	The girls grabbed my arms and when I opened my mouth to scream the waitress 
gagged me with a ball gag.  They took me down a long hall and into a room 
that contained a sauna and a several sunken tubs.  I was stripped naked and 
bathed.  After my first bath my pubic hair was clipped short and then I was 
carefully shaved by a young girl wielding a straight razor.

	I was terrified that she'd cut me but I never felt a thing.  When she was 
done I was as bare and as smooth as a little girl.  I was given another bath 
and then a massage with warm, scented oil that left my body gleaming.  The 
girls took turns masturbating me while I was being massaged.  I came again 
and again!

	Finally, my hands were tied behind my back with a length of silk cord.  A 
new girl, who looked about fourteen, looped a longer silk cord around my 
neck and led me back down the long hall to the alcove where Mariko waited.

	Mariko looked me over and smiled.  "You have a wonderful body!"

	I blushed.  "Please release me."

	Mariko shook her head.  "Not possible, Jessica.  You have two choices.  
Slavery or...."

	"Or what?"

	"This girl will strangle you."

	I shook my head.  "You can't do that!  You'll be caught!"

	Mariko shook her head.  "No, you'll just be another American girl who 
disappeared in Tokyo.  We have a terrible gangster problem."

	I stared at her in horror, realizing that she was right!  I sank to my 
knees, crying.  The girl stepped up behind me and tighened the cord.  Mariko 
leaned forward and fondled my breasts.  "Your choice, Jess.  Death or life 
as a pampered sex slave."

	The girl tightened the cord a little more.  I gasped, "No, please..."

	Mariko held up her hand and the pressure eased.  "On your belly, slave.  
Kiss my feet in submission.  Beg me to accept you as my slave."

	I hesitated for a moment and then rolled onto my left hip.  I swung my feet 
around and stretched my legs out behind me, leaving me on my belly, facing 
Mariko.  I kissed her feet, sobbing, and begged her to accept my submission.

	Mariko shocked me again a few minutes later when she said, "Of course I 
can't keep you myself for obvious reasons.  You'll be sold to another member 
in a few days.  In the meantime you'll be kept here."

	They took me to the basement and I screamed as I was branded on the hip 
with the club symbol and a number.  Mariko left afterward and I was put into 
a small, windowless room after having a soothing ointment applied to the 
brand.

	I spent the next few days being trained by a half-dozen young girls of 
varying nationalities - Thai, Chinese, Korean, and Vietnamese.  They taught 
me how to satisfy another woman with my fingers and tongue.  Sex was 
constant and I experienced countless orgasms, to the point where I cried and 
begged them to stop.

	Several days later, after another long day of sex training, I was brought 
back to my room.  Mariko appeared a few minutes later.  I went down onto my 
belly and crawled to her, kissed her feet, and waited.  Several severe 
punishments had taught me how to behave.

	Mariko crouched and ruffled my hair,  "You will be sold tonight.  There 
will be an auction, about a dozen women will be there."

	She stood up, slipped off her clothes, and sat on the bed with her legs 
spread.  "Come, slave, and show me what you've been taught.  They tell me 
you have a strong tongue.  If I don't cum within two minutes I will have you 
strangled."

	I thought it was an idle threat.  Why strangle a valuable slave?  But I 
couldn't be sure.  I licked her pussy as I'd been taught and she moaned with 
pleasure, yelping when she came.

	After she left the girls came for me and I was prepared for the auction 
block.  My hair was cut short and style.  I was shaved and bathed and oiled. 
  Nipple rouge was applied to my nipples and labia.  My hands were cuffed 
behind my back and my ankles were shackled so that I couldn't run.

	I was led onto a raised platform and a dozen women took turns poking, 
prodding, and fondling me.  I was whipped by a young girl so the bidders 
could judge my reaction to pain.  Another young girl masturbated me to 
orgasm.

	Finally, the bidding began and in less than two minutes I was sold to a 
young woman, a designer, who runs one of the big Tokyo fashion houses.  She 
keeps me at her country place two hours drive from Tokyo.  Her country house 
is a villa surrounded by a high fence topped with razor wire.  I live naked, 
knowing the penalty for attempting to escape is death.

	But Mariko was right.  I'm a pampered sex slave.  My mistress uses me hard 
and I've come to enjoy it.  I have a personal trainer who keeps me in shape 
both physically and sexually.  I wonder how long it will last?