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Tokyo Decadence (Yume Kuribayashi) (NSFW)

Ken's moans were already plenty aroused from the dual assault on either side of his lower regions, but they gradually got louder, lewder, some might say sluttier as either side kept at it. Kiku with his perfectly paced and expertly enthused thrusts, and Mariko with her precise and intimate strokes, urging him to another climax that this time she could take partial claim in. Within a minute of her involvement, Ken was already at the edge, his precum having switched from an occasional drip to a slow pour, much of it landing on the specially treated tatami but no doubt some finding their way dangerously close to Mariko's boots, if not on top of them already. He had a feeling she'd wait 'til he finally climaxed to let him know if he was expected to clean them off. He'd already worshipped her footwear for the evening once, he'd happily do it again, especially if it also meant cleaning up his own mess in the process.
 
Both Mariko and Kiku pressed on, indeed continuing their assault from both sides as it were. Of course, Mariko knew Ken would be aiming to cover her boots but again, it was what she intended. Kiku on the other hand, had climaxed yet again; showing some impressive stamina that was no doubt expected from an employee of the Golden Sakura. Or at least the higher tier boys. Not every one was going to be capable of having something left in the tank after a strenuous session.

The noises that filled the room were, frankly music to their ears. Kiku knew he was doing his job right and Mariko knew he was enjoying it. Though with how unabashedly slutty Ken sounded, Mariko could not help but tease him a little.

[My my~] "I never thought I'd hear you sound like that." She said lowly in a seductive tone. "Maybe you should quit your current job and work here instead. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you with the Madam. You'd like that wouldn't you? To be nothing but a fleshlight."
 
The longer Mariko and Kiku applied their respective ministrations, as oxymoronic as that sounded, to his body, the more Ken moaned, the more turned on he got and expressed through said moans. It was only a matter of time before he came, and as if to streamline the process, Mariko leaned in and teased him verbally. If starting out with the English version of the classic "ara ara" line wasn't enough, the thoughts she filled him with, of working at the Golden Sakura as part of its bottom rung, really got him going. He closed his eyes and moaned eagerly, nodding in approval. He squeezed Kiku's cock with his inner walls, and then released a brief spurt of pre. It failed to hit Mariko's boots, but it came dangerously close. More fuel to the fire, as it were.
 
"Mmm, I can just see you working here. I bet you'd be really popular~ What do you say, Ken-chan? Do you want to work here?" Mariko teased again, whispering into his ear before she would slowly and erotically lick his cheek. All the while her hand proceeded to move just a little bit faster, knowing that he had just squirted a burst of pre; though not quite a full orgasm. Kiku on the other hand, finally made a gasp of pleasure when Ken squeezed his member, sounding just as sweet as he looked. And yet he didn't stop thrusting. "The Madam trains her boys well." Mariko giggled. Her hand not ceasing to continuously milk him.

"Quit denying yourself, cum for me. Slut."
 
Ken inhaled and exhaled as Mariko drilled the thought of being a Golden Sakura boy further into his head. He almost had to wonder if she was seriously considering putting him up for employment. It would've beaten the grind of his office job, and even the mundane drudgery of his conbini side gig. But honestly, being used by the other femboys and few additional ladies comprising the staff, all at once, appealed to him more than attending to the sexual needs of clients he could just as easily piss off as he would satisfy. What's more, it would keep distance between him and Mariko, something he didn't want to come to pass. Hell, if he had a say in the matter, he'd want to be her live-in slave as his dream job. Of course, she already knew that; he lived that dream enough times that it was only a matter of having the guts to quit before it became a full reality.

Still, it wasn't as if he could say no to her, even when it technically being lying made him feel bad. After a few breaths, he was about to voice his answer. "Y-Ye-ahh~!" But he was interrupted when Kiku kept thrusting, even as he tightened his back door to throw him off-guard, if only enough to moan.

To his relief, Mariko changed topics, now commanding him to cum. It was hard to resist the order, and with his pre continuing to drip following that initial spurt, he was getting there. Inhaling and exhaling still, he nodded, groaning as he focused on the pleasure he felt from both ends, hoping that would make him cum sooner.
 
Admittedly for as much fun as the idea sounded; along with of course being much more fulfilling and ironically less exploitive than the retail job he held down, Mariko wasn't that willing to part with him. Far from it. In truth she did not like the sound of him being made to work for Yukiko. For as much as she respected the Madam, not only would it mean the two would see each other less but Ken would also have to give a percentage of his earnings to the Madam. So right now she was just filling his mind with thoughts of working here to excite him further.

Which, seemed to have worked a little. But Mariko was far from satisfied.

"Even after all of this, you're still holding it in? Even after I gave you instruction? It's like you want to be locked up." Her voice raised a little, putting on a much harsher tone that while she wasn't straight up yelling at him; indicated her impatience. "Cum, now." To further emphasize her point, she gripped his chin with her free hand roughly as she continued to jack him off.
 
Cumming on command was far easier said than done, and in Ken's case, even with the onslaught of pleasure coming from both sides, it was especially difficult. It was almost like he was trying to make his upcoming explosion worth the trouble it took to get there, on the subconscious level, of course. If directly asked, he wouldn't have minded a ruined orgasm that wasn't as intense or splash-worthy as the realest of deals. A submissive like him would have taken just about any degree of pleasure, overkill or nil, so long as he felt relief afterward and the domme who brought him there was satisfied.

Unfortunately for him, Mariko was not satisfied in the slightest. Even after everything she dished out to him thus far - the foot worship, the strap-on licking, the strap-on fucking, the whipping, getting fucked by the continually non-verbal Kiku, and ultimately this two-sided offensive - he still hadn't let out anything more than the occasional spillage of precum. It was no surprise she got upset with him. Performatively, but with the undercurrent of honest expression mixed in. Befitting of a domme, but especially so for one whose sub held as special a connection as Ken did for her.

That could be what inspired him to, through his grunts at the grab to his chin, he decided to stop holding back. He nodded weakly, and let out a few words, stuttered and strained by her firm grip. "Y-Yes... ojou-sama...!"

With a few more heavy breaths, he finally closed his eyes and grunted harshly, clenching his anal walls around Kiku's cock while thrusting his hips into Mariko's hand. The moment he did, the moment his inhibitions fell away. Almost squealing as he stifled his cries, he climaxed just as she ordered. It wasn't the strongest orgasm, but it wasn't nearly as weak as he thought it would be. Waves of pleasure washed over his mind and body alike, sending him into a state of ecstasy. Of course, this meant he had no idea where his seed landed. The remaining cognizant part of him expected it to land on her boots. Hell, he hoped it landed there! Seeing her sadistic side enter fuller form, demanding he cum while threatening to lock him in chastity, turned him on so much that he wanted more of it, if only for tonight.

Hell, maybe that's what finally convinced him to climax, and as strong as he did at that...
 
On the subject of Kiku being non-verbal, it wasn't out of maliciousness or disinterest but rather his preference in remaining quiet while on the job. As if he was constantly awaiting instructions from the customer that hired him. It certainly seemed unnerving to those who didn't know, but to those who did it was an example of his obedience to the task at hand; as well as his focus. Such was the latter than he was able to instantly discern that Ken had climaxed. His focus was only broken somewhat when he heard Mariko start to speak once more, this time in a raised and harsh tone.

"You disgusting boy." Mariko spat, gripping his member tight. If Ken had any more to give, it was likely he'd have a ruined orgasm. "Spilling over my boots, how dare you." She raised her gaze to Kiku afterward, preparing to dismiss him.

"Unlock him and you're free to go, give my gratitude to the Madam."

"Yes Mistress." Kiku said simply, pulling out of Ken and moving to do what Mariko had asked of him. "Is there anything else you require of me, Mistress?"

"No, that's all. As for this one...he's going to clean up the mess he has made, isn't he? boy?" She expected Ken to lick his cum off of her boots, all of it. "And not a single drop shall go to waste, otherwise he shall remain locked for....oh I don't know, the next three months?"

"I can whip him while he cleans, Mistress?

"Hmm..not a bad idea, you know what...go for it." Mariko nodded. "You hear that? Prostrate yourself and begin licking, now."
 
Just as anticipated, Ken got it. Mariko responded to his climax with a palpable displeasure, which would've made him instinctively wince if the vice-grip squeeze she gave his cock wasn't already hard at work making him wriggle and groan likewise. Her harsh words and reprimands made him blush at best, and at worst, they made his cock start re-stiffening, which was as good a sign as any that he approved of his upcoming punishment. Still, it was best to act like it was a fate to avoid. As such, he remained quiet throughout Mariko's exchange of words with Kiku, rubbing his wrists and neck once freed from the pillory in the meantime. As his ojou-sama addressed him, he nodded in response, gulping ambiguously as she threatened him with three months of chastity, were his clean-up efforts less than satisfactory. The thought - no, the inevitability of Kiku whipping him as he performed said clean-up only excited him more. And finally, at her orders, he complied to the letter, placing his hands on the floor and bowing to her in a dogeza pose.

"Of course, ojou-sama."

Without delay, he advanced forward a few inches, snaking his tongue out as he started running it across the tops of her boots, swiping up any cum droplets that managed to land on them, only occasionally going back over the same areas for worshipping purposes. Though he tried his best to suppress it, it was clear he was enjoying this, his eyes slightly glazed over and a perverse grin making itself present with every consecutive lick.
 
Mariko of course wasn't actually mad that he had came over her boots, far from it. She expected and wanted this to happen if only to add a little more spice to the current scene, and indeed it did. With Ken now on the floor before her. "Yes, grovel. I want that forehead kissing the floor." She growled, watching Ken get to work as she had told him to do so. All that training seemed to have paid of, she thought. Each lick was expertly done; if not damn near reverential in the way he snaked his tongue along the cum-stained, shiny leather. And if there were any moments of hesitation? Kiku gave some motivation by striking his buttocks with the same whip that Mariko had used on him earlier in the session.

She did wonder of course that if Ken did hesitate, he was doing it on purpose just to give Kiku an excuse. Not like he needed one anyway. Mariko did wish she could see his face through all of this. No doubt he was really, really enjoying this level of treatment at the hands of his Domme Girlfriend and the femboy whore.

"Satisfactory. You've earned yourself that three months." She cackled. "Unless you prove to me you deserve to not have that cock of yours locked away. When you are done, you're going to wear a penis gag and get me off. Am I understood?"
 
True to her gleefully sadistic expectations, Ken kowtowed to the degree that his forehead was pressed against the tatami, if only for a few seconds before he advanced forward. In-between licks, he yelped as Kiku struck his rear with the whip, wiggling his hips around in response as if he were beckoning for more. He never took his primary focus off of Mariko's boots, though, swiping up every last drop and bringing them to a practical shine.

Though she even commended him on the decent job, it wasn't enough for him to avoid long-term chastity. Not that he particularly minded - the idea of being locked up for so long was thrilling, especially with his ojou-sama as the one holding the key - but as with all things, it was something he was nervous about to start. But even then, those feelings were immediately offset by her giving him a chance to make up for his hesitant performance in lapping up his mess. As he continued to lick, he nodded and grunted, letting Mariko know full well he was willing to go through with her next task of him. He'd aim to make it worth her while, regardless of whether he wound up in or out of chastity.
 
Mariko watched as he continued his work, of course trying to provoke Kiku into keep striking him all the while. She figured he'd do that, such a shameless little masochist he was. But even then, this was why Mariko and Ken were perfect for each other. Be it a loving, dutiful boyfriend or a perverted slave, Ken was simply just the one for her. Once again however, she was getting distracted just thinking about him in a more personal light. Luckily, he couldn't see that due to his face being so deep in her boots right now.

Pulling her mind back to the here and now, the session they were in. Mariko was giving putting him in chastity some serious thought. Perhaps she should, regardless of his performance. No doubt having her hold the key to his cock cage would be even more of a turn on for him. It would certainly be an even clearer reminder of just who owned him, and that if he was going to orgasm it would be on her terms, not his.
 
The more he licked her boots to a state of cleanliness, the more Ken blushed, not just out of arousal but of delight. Doing mundane, vanilla romantic stuff with Mariko when they first met was plenty fun, and would have satisfied him completely at that. But the two of them being kinksters, it naturally wasn't enough, and it was situations like this, groveling at her feet while being threatened with punishment for punishment's sake, that completed him, at least as far as their relationship went. If he could, and with permission at that, he'd tell her how much he loved her in this moment. But he kept at it, retaining his own kayfabe just as she did hers. And all while Kiku, indifferent to what laid beneath the surface of the two's domme-sub relationship, kept following orders, dutifully and cheerfully.

****

Meanwhile, another pair of kinky lovebirds were about to start on their engagement for the evening... once they were in, of course.

Not even half an hour after departing the Golden Sakura, the limousine carrying Aimi Ichijou and her boyfriend Shiki Katamura had returned to the Ichijou family manor, specifically the residence in Minato Ward. Being so close to the Prime Minister's residence, one had to wonder if it was constructed there on purpose. Even so, the sprawling one-story residence was well-camouflaged beyond its outer gate, through well-placed trees on either side. Unless one were to fly a camera drone over the property, it was a perfect privacy screen, in the event that the Mistress of the house wanted to engage in any outdoors activity...

Before that, though, came entrance into the manor property itself, through the inner gate constructed parallel within the outer. Aimi and Shiki were dropped off at the gate, while the limo drove around to the garage, where it was to remain until the driver was once again called on for the next transport task. Shiki slid the doors aside for Aimi to enter the genkan, following behind her dutifully and closing the door as well. Before they could take their shoes off and enter the foyer proper, two figures dressed in skimpy geisha outfits with bare shoulders and barely any coverage of the thighs bowed to them, speaking in unison.

"Welcome home, Mistress Aimi, Katamura-san."

Being a commoner not yet recognized by those who joined the household through proper means, Shiki didn't get any special designation. Not that he minded; he expected it and was used to it. Especially from these two, the rare foreigners in the otherwise predominantly Japanese roster of attendants across all Ichijou households. Their histories were unknown, and their reasons for joining the household were unknown. All that was known were they were Russian and they were twins. And, of course, their given names: Natasha and Natalya.

The shorter-haired twin, Natasha, raised her body upright from her bowing position, smiling to contrast her longer-haired sister's typically dour scowl. "I trust that the meeting at the Golden Sakura went over well, Mistress?" she asked with an obvious but not distracting accent.
 
"Alright, that's enough." Mariko said, tapping her foot to get his no doubt lust-filled mind off of her boots and onto her. She would then turn to Kiku with a nod. "You may leave, and give my regards to Madam Yukiko if you would."

Without any further exchanging of words, Kiku bowed and took his leave; eventually leaving the two alone. While he didn't say much in their presence, this was just how he always was while focused on his duties. In reality Kiku was more talkative than he appeared; being a sort of confidant for his fellow courtesans, especially the newer workers.

Back with Mariko and Ken however, the event was nearing its climax as it were. Earlier, she gave him an ultimatum. Satisfy her while wearing strap-on gag or be locked up for three months. Of course she could have just done so anyway but just thinking about it made her snicker, wanting to give the boy hope that he would succeed and keep his cock out of a cage. But even then what if he messed up on purpose because he wanted her to put him in a cock cage? Oh well, she'd worry about that when it came to that.

Seating herself on a throne like chair; a perfect resting spot for a Domme, she undid the lower parts of her outfit, exposing her pussy to him as she spread her legs. "Put it on and get to work."

*****

Aimi herself had no idea where the two maids that greeted her once they had arrived at her residence even came from, or even who hired them. They just showed up one day as new hires. She wasn't even sure if Natasha and Natalya were their real names or if they were using fake ones. With how often they were at each others sides, and especially the way they spoke in unison sometimes they definitely were a creepy pair; Natasha being the more talkative and lively of the two compared to the serious and silent Natalya.

"Indeed it did." Aimi said, nodding her head to the maids question. "I have one more thing to take care of however so in the meantime.."

She then turned to Shiki, her eyes narrowing with a stern yet playful look on her face. "Take this one away and to the rig, see that he's comfortable." One knew exactly what Aimi meant by that, and Natalya did not waste time in grabbing Shiki by his left arm roughly, like he was a prisoner being escorted. "And when you're done, Natasha can you see to it than Hana Yun's papers and collar is prepared? She is also to be bathed and ready for inspection."
 
Like a true professional, apart from his two moments of vocalization moments earlier, Kiku remained silent. Still rather eerie, especially for a courtesan who wasn't intentionally trying to come off as spooky - though with his sultry black bob of hair fit for the goth scene, could you really blame him? Regardless, with a simple bow of the head, he took his leave, and like that, Ken and Mariko were left to their own devices. Well, Mariko was, Ken was instead left to her whims.

At her orders, Ken pulled away from her boots, and as she moved over to the room's throne, placed on a pedestal raised several centimeters from the surrounding tatami, he got back on his feet and returned to the wall of gear and toys, scanning the contents for a penis gag befitting of the earlier request. It took him more time than he'd have liked, which in action wasn't much at all, but he found one: an 8-inch phallus of solid silicone, made slightly realistic with a pronounced cockhead and multiple lengthwise ridges, and a nub a quarter of the length on the other side, with a leather strap right in the middle of both connected shafts.

Ken jumped a little as Mariko barked the order to put it on at him - how nice yet expected of her to notice he found one - but without haste, he nodded to her... "Yes, ojou-sama!" ...and summarily complied. Placing his lips around the nub, also with its own cockhead, he pulled the straps towards the back of his head and fit them in place. With his desire to please taking further control, he was able to fasten it within seconds. With a soft groan, he moved back to his knees and crawled over to Mariko, from the tile floor and across the tatami to the pedestal where she sat in wait for him to prove his worth.

The sight of her bare pussy was certainly a marvel - even with mosaic censorship well out the door, nothing could beat the real deal when it came to fully exposed genitalia - but Ken didn't let himself get too distracted. He had a task to fulfill, and fulfill it he did. Once up close, he prodded her slit with the dildo now protruding from his mouth, rubbing it up and down a few times, and then slipped it in once her moans sounded ready enough. From there, he started bobbing back and forth, moving it in and out and all while sucking on the piece that made it a gag in the first place.

It was a heavenly position to be in, and hopefully she felt the same way.

********

"Of course, Mistress," Natasha nodded before following her sister's lead and taking Shiki's other arm.

Shiki himself was not too surprised at the coordinated grab, though it did physically startle him enough to prompt a couple groans. He played it up a little with some soft struggling, acting like he was trying to pull away. Naturally, he couldn't - the twins' grips were just that strong - but it certainly made for a thrill. He could feel himself twitching down there already, eager for what he knew would happen once taken to "the rig"...

In the meantime, Aimi informed Natasha and Natalya of what was to be done with Hana after she finished setting Shiki up. Naturally, Natasha responded first, playfully pouting. "Aww, you mean we can't play with him a little as a warm-up first?" Just as soon as she voiced that concern, her pout faded back to a grin and she shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well, if it needs to be done, it shall be done. Right, Sister?" She turned to Natalya, beaming in a fashion embarrassing enough for the twin to prompt a complementary response.
 
Seeing him prepare himself to pleasure her brought her no end of joy. But Mariko could not afford to break kayfabe at such a crucial moment in the session. They were about to bring things to a literal climax so now was more important than ever to remain playing the part of the stern and commanding Mistress that Ken oh so loved, rather than the gentle and loving girlfriend. "Yes ojou-sama.." She said mockingly. "If I wanted you to speak I'd have you bark. Now get the fuck over here." Her words were crass, insulting and forceful. But that wasn't a problem, far from it.

Feeling him prod against her lips once he had approached, she gave a few low but no less audible gasps. Her body quivering. Even more so when he eventually slid his way inside which made her gently throw her head back with one hand gripping his hair and the other the arm of the throne. "Yes, that's it. That's a good boy." Mariko hummed.

"You may touch yourself if you wish~"

**********

Of course the two, especially Natasha wanted to have some fun with him before they resumed with their other duties. Aimi should have expected this. Sure it was one of their charms that they were so eager but she also at times needed to put her foot down and remind them of their place in her household. For now though, she'd allow it. What was the harm in letting them mess with Shiki for a bit? Whatever business Aimi had to attend to might have took longer than expected anyway.

"Very well then." She said. "But try not to break him too much." With that, she took her leave.

"As you wish, Mistress." Natalya bowed and turned to her 'sister'. "Well then, how should we torture him, sister?" Did Natalya use that word deliberately or not? It was often hard to tell with her, being the sterner of the two.
 
Ken complied with Mariko's order as soon as she said it - rather, he made the move over with perfect timing to that command - and got straight to work as directed. He kept up the pace of his thrusts, occasionally going a bit faster but not so much it would prompt complaints from Mariko. The allowance she gave him to play with himself in the meantime surprised him, but he knew full well this opportunity wasn't one to go to waste. Pressing one hand against the throne to keep his balance, his right came down to his cock, still engorged with arousal but not quite as stiff as it was earlier - and wrapped around it. Within seconds, he took to working up a pace he matched with that of the penis gag into Mariko. His moans grew more frequent with these motions, a clear show of how much he was enjoying himself in this moment.

But how long would that last, with how Mariko was in domme mode?

********

Before Natalya had the chance to respond to Natasha's query for agreement, Aimi took the liberty of speaking first, allowing them to tease Shiki some before she took over for them. This allowance prompted Natasha to smile wide with delight, suppressing a squeal in that same emotion through excitedly clenched teeth. "Ooh, yay! Thank you, Mistress!" She bowed to Aimi as the latter took off, leaving Shiki to her and her sister's devices.

-NekoUke- said:
"Well then, how should we torture him, sister?"
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"Hmm, there are so many ways that we can, it's hard to choose..." Natasha had her index finger pressed against her chin, one inch down from her lower lip, as she took to thinking about it. Knowing the time crunch they were on, she couldn't spend too much time thinking it over. Luckily, she had her answer within seconds. "Ah! What would you say to some cock-and-ball torture? You know, tying and tormenting his most sensitive regions as an appetizer of sorts for Mistress's eventual attack on his other parts?"

Shiki gulped as soon as Natasha made mention of CBT, trying to steady himself immediately with deep breaths, which resulted in hot air filling up his okami mask. He knew full well how the twins operated as dommes, even if he knew next to nothing else about them as people. Even their soft CBT was something to be approached with trepidation. But it wasn't as if he had room to decline, so he remained silent, waiting for Natalya to confirm Natasha's suggestion.
 
Indeed, how long would it last? How long would Mariko let Ken pleasure himself before her while his main priority should have been on her and her alone? Certainly it wasn't an opportunity one wanted to waste and for now, she was satisfied. Sighing blissfully as Ken worked her over as she wished him to. To her, he seemed to be moving at a pace where getting her off was the difference between life and death. While that did sound dramatic, it was fitting for the situation. At the same time, they were enjoying themselves in the most premier of floors within Madam Yukiko's den of desires. The Kami Wing lived up to its name.

All the more reason then to relish the moment while it lasted.

"Good boy." She repeated her earlier praises, clearly in heaven as she bit her lip seductively.

******

They needed to decide fast, on a proverbial timer since it was unclear just how long their Mistress would take to finish up her business. Fortunately, Natasha had chosen for them and it was a suggestion that piqued Natalya's interest. Unfortunately for Shiki, it was CBT; something the twins took delight in giving if the rumors were to believed. "That's a good idea." Natalya said, gripping Shiki's arm tighter. "What better way to make a man squeal than to target what he values the most."

The way she worded it, was almost like she enjoyed it.

"A couple of clamps, a sounding rod? Maybe lock him in a humbler.." She mused to herself. "Shame we can't go too hard..."
 
Ken squealed with delight behind the gag at Mariko's praise of his work, blushing brightly. He resisted the temptation to nod in further appreciation, instead opting to pick up his pace just a little with the gag's thrusts. Or maybe it felt faster because he slowed down his own strokes? He was never quite used to jacking off freely when Mariko was present, almost as if she were silently judging him for his form. That subconscious self-doubt could have fueled that relative decrease, but even so, he kept at it for as long as he was allowed to, even if it reached the point of using just his thumb and pinky to keep himself teetering on the edge.

Whatever the case, he was just as much in heaven as she was, the setting of choice being the Golden Sakura's Kami Wing serving as an added bonus.

********

"You would be hard pressed to find any other way," Natasha giggled. "All of those sound like wonderful ways to torment this one~!" She pulled on Shiki's arm for emphasis, prompting a grunt from the man as he resumed his teasing struggle. "Though if we're going to sound him, I would suggest a beaded rod. The smooth ones aren't personally my style."

Shiki gulped as Natasha discussed how she and Natalya would sound him, as if they'd already concluded on that at the very least. Of course, that would be the least of his worries; whether they'd use clamps would be his biggest concern of the bunch...
 
So far, she remained in character and yet was ever close to slipping out of her mask the more Ken continued his work. Her breaths quickened and grew more unsteady, gasps of pleasure escaping her lips as she gripped his head tighter with her legs resting upon his back, pulling him further in and wrapping around. If Ken was worried about not being able to get her off, then those fears were completely unfounded with her reactions just now. And indeed, it did not take long for her to achieve orgasm while in this state. It must have been music to hear her blissful cries, knowing that you were the one to bring her to climax.

Mariko took a few moments to catch her breath, quivering and biting her lower lip. "That was wonderful, I must have yearned for you so much. That or your mouths sole purpose is to be a fuck toy." She giggled. "Anyway, take off that gag. We should come here more often, huh?"

*******

"Beaded. You make a compelling argument." Natalya said, being completely serious about agreeing with her fellow maid but at the same time enjoying the anxious noises Shiki was making. Knowing them, the reason he was anxious was because they meant what they threatened. "Before we get to that point, we should string him up. In the Zen Garden as Mistress decreed."

"So beaded rod, and clamps. This is going to be fun." She smirked.
 
It caught him slightly by surprise, but he was in no place or ability to admit it. That said, Ken was able to handle Mariko's climax well, closing his eyes in reaction as if savoring it with her, regardless of whether or not she squirted in response to it. Once he felt her pussy walls twitch and tighten enough around the toy, his motions slowed to a stop. Likewise, his own stroking came to a stop as well, leaving him fully on edge, to the point of pre pouring out like a drip faucet.

Blushing at her harshly teasing response to why her climax was such, Ken nodded and undid his gag as directed. With a sharp gasp, he gradually caught his breath, looking up at her lovingly. "Yes, ojou-sama, we should. Any place where we can indulge ourselves to this degree is worth coming back to, wouldn't you agree?" He closed his eyes and smiled wide, keeping his hands on his knees for as much as he had the urge to use one of them to rub the back of his head for emphasis.

********

"Yes, let us do that before all else." With their immediate course of action in agreement, Natasha gave Natalya a nod and started walking towards the exit into the residence's Zen Garden, a place for both relaxation and entertainment. Being the Ichijou clan's personal inner courtyard, it was only natural it would see regular use in both respects.

-NekoUke- said:
"So beaded rod, and clamps. This is going to be fun."
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"Mm, indeed. It will definitely stoke Mistress Aimi's sadistic spirits, the mere sight of such toys~." Natasha mischievously giggled, tightening her grip on Shiki's arm.

Shiki would've struggled at the confirmation of the clamps, but he felt no need to, especially as he and the maids were now on the move. He instead resigned himself to a sigh, followed by a remark limited to his own mind. "Oh boy, this foreplay's definitely gonna hurt..."
 
Mariko sighed contently, smiling at his response as she began to slowly rub the top of her boot across his no doubt throbbing member. "Indeed." She said. "Though this place is nice, it's a little gaudy for my tastes. I much prefer the confines of the club we own. I should introduce you to mother soon." The Inoue's own venture was much smaller than the Golden Sakura but no less inviting, depending on the clients tastes. If they wanted a more gothic and morbid fetish vibe, the Inoue's provided in spades. The dungeon rooms even looked more like medieval dungeons than the modern S&M standard. The instruments were no exception. Though some were understandably modified appropriately.

"You'd look wonderful inside of a gibbet~"

*******

"I will say, there's something odd but strangely fitting about a place like this being used for Mistress' more...perverted tendencies." Natalya pointed out. Though it wasn't her place to judge. Instead she focused on the task at hand, taking Shiki to the frame in the middle of the garden along with her fellow maid and stringing him up. Preferably in a restrictive but simple tie that her Mistress would be pleased with.

"But again, we're not supposed to break him too much until Mistress arrives."
 
Ken let out a low groan as Mariko started rubbing her boot against his cock, the contact light enough to keep him from cumming but still so intimate that his pre continued oozing out. The urge to finish only increased as she teased bringing him to her family's own BDSM club. He had heard about it many times, but had never actually been himself. It was certainly something on his checklist of things to do while in this stage of his relationship with Mariko, and he could hardly wait to cross it off. And with their Golden Sakura visit so close to being crossed off itself, the anticipation only strengthened.

"Mm, I bet I would, ojou-sama..." Especially in a full-body sleepsack with the zip pulled down to expose his cock; he'd watch a video of himself like that for sure, if Mariko was willing to record his gibbet experience like that. "We should definitely make an event out of my first visit to Noukoudou. Maybe the next time I'm able to get a full day off?"

********

Natasha nodded to Natalya's remarks about the zen garden and how Aimi often used it. It was tough to imagine how it would fit - no doubt the reason Natalya considered it "odd" - but maybe, and this was based on their foreign interpretations of Shintoism, maybe the tranquility of the area allowed Aimi to get further in touch with her inner self, thus allowing for a more harmonious sadism to match whatever level of masochism her sub of the moment was itching to demonstrate? Things like this tended to get complicated the more one thought about them, and especially for the twin maids, it was of little concern. What was of concern was getting Shiki set up.

"Of course, of course," Natasha remarked to Natalya's reminder, shooting a mischievous smirk at her. "But we can break him a little, correct?"
 
She smiled as she continued with her stroking, knowing just how excited Ken was getting with feeling the texture of her boot against his no doubt sensitive member. As for the possibility of visiting her club, Mariko also loved the possible sight of Ken being hung up in the gibbet, the bars of which would be snuggly against him while he was inside a latex sleepsack with nothing but his member showing. What would she do to it? There were many things, especially if the clamps were involved. If he was being filmed then all the better.

Without warning, she placed her hands on both of his cheeks and pulled him into a passionate kiss, using her tongue to further drill the point home. This lasted for about a minute before she pulled away and looked at him in the eyes with slightly labored yet satisfied breathing.

"Why don't we take a shower? Luckily the facilities are co-ed in this place. Unless you'd rather go to some hot springs?" She giggled. "After which, I'll present you to Mistress Kotone. What do you know about her anyway?"

********

It made sense but at the same time it did not. The Ichijou's were indeed a complicated bunch, and the more questions one had...the less answers one got. Still, in this context; Aimi's more harmonious brand of sadism was in stark contrast to how Kiyomi did things; further evidenced by their personas being the kitsune and a demon respectably. It wasn't something that concerned Natalya much, and why would it? They had a job to do and occasionally their Mistress would let them play with her 'toys'

The only thing of concern now, was stringing Shiki up.

"Yes, like I said, a little." She nodded. "I don't want to be the one to explain to Mistress that her boytoy here isn't working anymore. Anyway, once he's prepared...go and fetch the 'tools'" The way she worded her request for the implements that they'd use on him sounded sinister, which was exactly the point.
 
Ken didn't get an answer to his question of when, exactly, he'd get to experience Noukoudou, the club operated by Mariko's family, firsthand. Instead, he chose to take the kiss she suddenly thrust upon him as an answer, responding to it with a lesser but no less personal passion to match hers. Playing with her tongue through a variety of rubs and brushes, leaving him even more aroused than the boot to his cock was already making him... The moment she let go, he was disappointed it ended so soon, but as he caught his breath with tongue lolled out, gazing into her brilliant red eyes, he knew he was ultimately glad to experience it.

Just before he could respond to her suggestion of a shower, his plan being an eager nod, she proposed an alternate option. As exciting as visiting a hot springs after this session was, the idea of being introduced to her mother so soon after such an intense milestone in their relationship was too much for him to bear. Not to mention it would have messed with his work schedule! Not that he was planning on adhering to it that much longer, but with the time he was biding, it was safer than nothing. With a soft gulp, he answered her question.

"Nothing beyond what you've told me already, ojou-sama. I-I'd like to keep myself open to surprise when it's time for me to meet Kotone-joou-sama." He clenched his fists for a moment, then took a deep breath. "That being said, since we're here already, I think cleaning off here in the Golden Sakura will work just fine for me. As much as I'm looking forward to it, could we possibly save the hot springs visit and my audience with Kotone-joou-sama for another time?" He bowed his upper body forward, placing his hands up by his head, as if imploring Mariko to accept his request of a response with the maximum degree of persuasion.

********

"Very well~," Natasha replied sing-songily, then giving her sister a salute. "You can count on me, my dear sister~!"

Seconds after, the pair had finally reached the doors out into the zen garden, after what seemed like an eternal walk. It might've only seemed that way because of how big a deal setting foot on Ichijou-owned property was, especially for the family's subjects; or maybe it actually was that long, and Natasha and Natalya stretched what freedoms they had as Aimi's chief house servants to make Shiki's delivery to the garden as tortuous as possible. Something he felt was mere child's play compared to what the twins planned on doing to his balls...

As for the garden itself, it was surrounded on all sides by the traditional abode, yet open to the night air like a real zen garden would. Covered verandas formed the border, while elevated boardwalks advanced from the midpoints of each border, forming a cross shape whose center was a circular path surrounding the piece de resistance: the bondage apparatus, a stainless steel pylon measuring six feet in height and an inch in thickness. Sturdy enough to support a grown man, and versatile enough to tie them to in any number of methods, be they simple handcuffs or complex rope bondage. It left the recipient of the device in view of anyone coming out to the garden, and completely vulnerable to the elements both natural and human, at that. On the bright side, it offered a nice view of two of the garden's four quadrants, all of which were coated with pebbles raked into intricate designs.

No doubt, it was going to be a session to remember for Shiki, as short as it might last. And Shiki especially knew that to be the case.
 
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