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Tokyo Decadence (Yume Kuribayashi) (NSFW)

He had a point. Kotone was a different beast entirely when compared to her. The way Mariko understood things, was that it might take him a bit to work up the courage to stand face-to-face with a Domme of Kotone's stature. And indeed, she cast a very intimidating presence. Had Ken seen some of her photoshoots and videos? Perhaps then that was why he wanted to put it off a bit. Again, this was all from Mariko's perspective. So it might not have been the whole truth behind his reluctance and he simply just didn't want to cut into his schedule too much or he thought it was too early.

"That is fine." Mariko smiled and gave a light boot to his groin. "I do expect you to meet with her at some point though. But yes.." She stood up and gripped his collar. "Let us go and wash ourselves off. Or rather, you can wash me off...my darling slave boy~"

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Everything in the garden seemed fairly typical, like it had belonged in a Zen Garden save for the obvious bondage apparatus that sat dead center. Its presence though was mindboggling and yet made sense at the same time, if one knew the Ichijou and how they operated. Not that it mattered. Soon it would have an occupant and the tranquil evening air would be broken by the whimperings and screams of the maids current 'victim'

They dragged him along, inching him closer and closer to the frame before they'd drop him at its feet when close enough. "So what position? Something strict and yet simple? We could go for a simple box tie or a suspended frog tie. Do you have any ideas? Sister?"
 
Ken let out a soft grunt as Mariko gave a slight press to his crotch upon accepting the turn-down of her alternate offer. It was almost like she was disappointed with his reasoning, if only a little. With how extensively she was able to dominate him tonight, he couldn't fault her for wanting to take the next step and drag him along to experience it. But, as was consistent with the mutuality of their relationship, she gladly accepted his decision to wait to meet Kotone. Most of what he knew of her was from reputation, though he had taken a peek at some photos of her on Noukoudou's website; no vids, though, legally purchased or uploaded to a free-share site. If anything, they only affirmed how intimidating she was. That was just the aura the elder Mistress Inoue put off.

"Hnng, that goes without saying..." Ken squeaked out shortly after getting the literal boot. When she pulled back and tugged at his collar, he got on his feet, looking at her lovingly with a wide smile and nodded with eager obedience. "Whatever you desire, ojou-sama~!"

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Shiki grunted as Natasha and Natalya dropped him in tandem, catching himself before his upper body could impact the hardwood catwalk like his knees before it. He started rubbing his arms, which felt sore from the twins' respective grips, and as he did, the pair discussed how to tie him.

"If we are considering base ties, a box for his arms and frog for his legs would be undeniably splendid. Though we want to keep him transfixed to the apparatus, no?" Natasha placed her hand on the apparatus, trailing her fingers up towards one of the small hooks protruding from the back. "A diamond harness for his chest will do just the trick in that regard, not to mention provide that classic look Mistress just craves when it comes to rope bondage!" As she spoke, her other hand reached behind her back and, seemingly out of thin air, she procured two bundles of brown jute rope. She was anticipating Natalya to procure the same.

Shiki listened to Natasha's suggestions but said nothing on them. Instead, he put his hands on his knees and remained still, trying his best to fight the erection no doubt forming at the thought of being presented in such a way for Aimi.
 
If he were to see her in action, the pictures would serve to be a more sanitised version of the kind of Domme Kotone was. But even so, just how she carried herself in the images was enough to send a shiver; and perhaps a tinge of arousal through the body of anyone who saw them. Mariko on the other hand, felt like a softer version but she was still an Inoue and still capable of untold sadism if prompted.

Mariko coiled her finger more around the O-ring on Kens collar as he answered her positively. "Indeed, whatever I desire." She whispered into his ear. "Remember that." And without any further warning, she turned and began to pull him along towards the showers, keeping her grip on his collar firm as she did so.

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She thought a little on the kind of tie that Natasha had suggested, thinking it over for a few seconds before she raised her head and nodded in affirmation. "That sounds good. Again, it's strict and provides the classic look you mentioned and it's not too complicated. I would suggest stripping him as, after all there's no better piece of art than an exposed male squirming for his Mistress." Natalya grinned. "But sadly, we'll have to keep him clothed. He's supposed to be granted Hana as a reward for his service to Mistress. Speaking of which, did you get her papers ready? Sad to see her go...she had such lovely screams~"

Natalya blinked as she was broken out of her tangent by Natasha pulling out two bundles of rope out of nowhere. "Do you always have rope on you or are you some kind of magician?"
 
Ken shivered slightly as Mariko hooked her index finger into his collar ring, gulping in equal parts intimidation and delight at his girlfriend's low-key sadistic demeanor. Just as low in physical contact, the whisper into his ear made him shiver further. Right as she started to tug him along, he scrambled to his feet and started following behind her, nodding in delayed obedience to her reminder. As sudden a situation as he found himself in, he appeared to be blissful as he trailed along behind Mariko, looking forward to the rest of the evening and what might unfold in the process.

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"Oh sister, don't go saying that like you don't have some stashed inside of your robe~." With a soft yet simultaneously sharp giggle, Natasha squatted down and pulled Shiki's arms behind him, beginning preparations for the box tie. "As for your question about Hana, the papers for her transfer are all signed and ready for Mistress to look over. And yes, while her continued presence here will be missed, it's not like we won't be seeing her ever again. Our boy toy here will no doubt bring her along every now and again, isn't that right?" She pulled the two lengths of rope she placed above and below Shiki's pecs against his body, enough for him to feel it even through the suit.

"Hnnng... Y-Yeah," Shiki nodded, shifting around slightly through his straining, "I'll bring her around every so often..."

"See?" Natasha smiled up at Natalya. "No reason to feel so down."
 
While the night for the two lovers was pleasant, the same could not be said for the individual a floor above them; the woman who was told to wait for the Madam herself. As for what was so significant about the apex of the Golden Sakura, such a floor could only belong to one person. Its opulence clearly indicated it was Madam Yukiko's floor, where her office and private chambers sat. It wasn't very often one would set foot there, and only under specific circumstances. Those being interviews, being her client and thus wealthy enough to be granted audience with her or for disciplinary proceedings.

It had to be going through the waiting occupants head that the latter of the three was why she was told to wait. For all she knew, Yukiko might send her away with a slight warning, deeming the wait to be punishment enough.

And she was about to find out as finally, the agonising wait would come to an end and Yukiko would make her appearance. Slowly walking over to and circling her before she leaned against her desk in a seductive pose, taking a small drag from her kiseru as she looked down at the waiting woman.

"What exactly is your problem?" Yukiko spoke, surprisingly softly. "Your appearance is not the reason why clients are not flocking to you so I want to know what you think. All my workers can come to me for advice and to voice their concerns, you know this. And yet you don't." She sighed.

"Before that however, was it really you who spilled the lube over the tatami.." She narrowed her eyes. "Or are you covering for someone? Speak." Yukiko effortlessly changed her tone into a much colder, more commanding one. One that was more fitting for her character.

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"Right.."

She watched as her sister begun to tie the ropes around Shiki, listening to him grunt as she did so. She had to admit, she loved the look of ropes around the male body but she still wished he was naked as this was happening. Regardless, this was what her Mistress wanted and this was exactly she was going to get. "Well I hope Hana still comes around every so often, like I said she was so fun to play with~" Natalya sighed contently. "Did you know that, Shiki? That Hana is a fun slave girl to play with?"

"Just like how you're going to be fun to play with soon~"
 
There was no telling how long she was waiting in there for. Half an hour? The full sixty? Either way, Eri Takashiki found it nerve-wracking, having to remain in position for this long. Like the buildup was the real punishment in all this... Still, she had hopes it would get easier, for as much as she didn't want to rule out what the Madam of the Golden Sakura had in store for her for her insolence.

Soon enough, the tension was cut when Yukiko finally appeared, only for a greater tension to take its place. Without even a proper greeting, she strolled in, circled Eri as if inspecting her for a more sinister trade, then propped herself against her desk in a fashion no secure professional would ever take, but given the field she was in was as appropriate as it was intimidating. All Eri could even muster was a quick and welcoming nod, before once more freezing up and sweating in expectation of what the Madam was about to do...

Right off the bat, she started by criticizing Eri's most recognizable of flaws as a Golden Sakura courtesan. Her sidecut was a unique variation from the others, loudly making a statement, incidental as it was, against the traditional bobs and hime cuts of the other staff. On top of her being female, that made her less unique and more odd among the brothel's patronage. And she couldn't blame Yukiko for bringing up her neglect towards asking for assistance when she ran into a difficult spot. Learning how the job worked through her own efforts was what she was used to, thanks to unhelpful past authority figures. But to be called out on it like this... as helpful as Yukiko intended it to be, it was no less embarrassing. She blushed brightly, looking down in shame at that concern. She was about to answer to that...

...only for the lube incident to come up. Any attempt at playing coy went out the window the moment Yukiko made her opening assumption. "Wait, wait, you think I spilled that lube? I just said there was a spill, I didn't even-" She stopped herself, realizing she was heading back-first towards a corner. And just like that, she pivoted. "T-The client, did he say I--" Before she could finish that sentence, she caught direct eye contact with the Madam, her glare piercing straight into her soul. She stifled her yelp behind clenched teeth, then closed her eyes and started bowing low.

"Alright, fine, it was me who caused that spill! But I didn't spill it on purpose, it just slipped out of my hand right as I was grabbing it, honest!" She bowed a second time after looking up at Yukiko's unchangingly stern expression, this time a dogeza. "Please, Yukiko-sama, I'll do whatever it takes to make up for my screw-up, if it means you'll forgive me by the end of it!"

There was no telling how much sway her words would have, in this room where it felt like she didn't even have a name to her. At the very least, she hoped it would offset whatever physical punishment Yukiko was thinking up as soon as she admitted her guilt.

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"Hn... I figured she would be... Glad to know that's the case. For her..." He groaned again as the twins tightened the rope around his chest. "...and for me."

"Mm-hmm," Natasha nodded, helping Shiki to his feet just so it was easier to rig him to the apparatus. "And who knows? Perhaps one evening, we'll get to have fun with the both of you at once~." She suddenly reached down and gave Shiki's crotch a squeeze, making sure his balls were a part of the bulge with the tightness of her grip.

Shiki let out a louder groan in reaction, shifting around in discomfort.

"But alas, just you will have to do for now." She just as harshly let go of Shiki's junk, leaving him panting, before stepping back. "Finish rigging him for me, would you, Sister? I'll go and grab the tools." Plus everything pertaining to Hana, though she left that unsaid. Natalya likely figured it'd be part of that package, though; another twin thing they often did that amazed and disturbed those who met them.
 
There wasn't anything glaringly wrong with her appearance per say. Maybe it was her attitude? Her lack of confidence? Who knew? There were more pressing concerns as Eri bowed low and confessed it was her that spilled the lube accidentally. Yukiko still doubted her however, wondering if she was indeed covering for someone but she was willing to take responsibility so that was good enough for her, at least for now.

Without a word, Yukiko placed her kiseru on the desk and moved over to one of her cabinets. From her prone position, it was unlikely Eri would see what Yukiko was doing but soon all would be revealed when she sauntered back over to her and laid a few items, or rather implements in front of her. A flogger, a cane, a paddle and what appeared to be a small whip that was around the same size as the flogger. If it wasn't clear enough what Yukiko wanted her to do, it would soon become so when Yukiko positioned herself in front of the window.

"In front of you are four implements. I want you to choose the one I should administer your punishment with, which will be ten strikes on each cheek." She said. "Once you have chosen, bring it to me. On your knees and in both hands with your head bowed, before you kiss my feet and assume the position over my desk. You have one minute." Yukiko's eyes were piercing, her voice commanding yet sultry.

"Starting now."

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"I always have to finish off your work." Natalya groaned as Natasha told her to complete the rigging in her stead. She did so without any further complaints however as she made sure the ropes that binded Shiki were taught and yet just loose enough to allow circulation, though at the same time he'd definitely feel the restriction. When she was done she gave Shiki's crotch another squeeze. Unlike Natasha's grasp however, hers was rougher; more firmer.

"I'm going to enjoy this.." She grinned, whispering into his ear. "I can't wait to hear your screams~"
 
It might not have been wrong, but Eri's appearance was still out of the ordinary among the Golden Sakura's staff, there was no denying that. It stood out, simple as that. Enough that her attitude and confidence levels weren't as much of a cause for self-concern by comparison. But none of those mattered in the moment, compared to what Yukiko had in store for her as retribution for the lube spill. Whether she was telling the truth about spilling it or covering for the client so as to keep them from being indebted to the Golden Sakura, it hardly mattered. It was a no-win situation, she knew that the moment she set foot in Yukiko's office. Now, it was simply a matter of endurance. Could she handle the punishment given to her enough to get through the rest of her shift?

The presentation of the four tools certainly made the decision-making process easier, though in true obedient fashion, Eri remained silent and visually indecisive as Yukiko explained what she had to do upon her selection. She eyed the implements, but occasionally glanced out the corner of her eye at Yukiko, looking out the window and waiting for her answer. Once given the go-ahead with only the most piercing of cadences, Eri yelped softly under her breath and turned her full attention back to the tools. She took a few deep breaths as she came to her final decision. Closing her eyes, she grabbed it and advanced towards Yukiko on her knees. The minute was far from up, and yet she already came to a decision on what she wanted the Madame to do to her in those to follow.

She stopped before Yukiko, bowed her head and held up the flogger with both hands raised, as if offering it to her out of peace. "This one, Yukiko-sama."

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Natasha simply giggled at Natalya's unamused reaction to her departing remarks, responding herself simply by turning around and giving her a light wave. "See you two soon~." With that, she strolled away from the apparatus and across the boardwalk to another entrance into the surrounding mansion. She wouldn't be back for a while, leaving Shiki completely at Natalya's mercy. Or rather, her lack thereof.

Shiki was distracted from the one twin's departure as the other got to work in securing him, tugging the ropes against his skin and suit to make him groan, and clutching his crotch to make him whine and pant for a release of two kinds that was by no means guaranteed. Her low-toned remarks to him about partaking in his suffering made him even more excited, his cock and balls twitching in her grasp. "I-I hope they're to your liking, Natalya-san..."
 
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