Drama And A Formal Apology

"That's not fair, why is it that I have to lose my company, which has been in my family for generations, just because some young man, a kid really, wants me to?" Yua grabs Yuki's hand, and Yuki only smiles. "And I'm the CEO, so I'm going to tell you, the contract is off. I'm not going to compete in some twisted sexist game show and neither are any of my employees. Your contract is ludicrous, and I can't make such blanket permissions for them, especially if I didn't know about that part. Now, how do we get out of here, back to our cars?"

Panic is a funny thing, it can drive people to do things that on reflection are quite dumb. So despite the fact that she knew that the fingers that held her chin, and the arm that she held were cold, Yua thought that she could take this small unmuscled woman. Her hand pulls the woman's from her chin, her grip tightening.

She stood up, only for Yuki to smile. "Are you sure? You've been so lonely. Masturbating an average of 8 times a week, looking up some really 'interesting' porn. Worried about how nobody your age is really worth your time, not having the confidence to date a bit younger. And your old body only has so many years, before you lose the last bits of your fertility anyways. An old hag like you should be thankful that a young stud like Ben even finds you sexy. I'm sure he can give you what you need, your deepest desires. I'm sure he can put..."

Yuki's words stop, as Yua slaps her face with her full strength. The frail woman falls to her knees, playing her part. Yua's second hand leaves Yuki's arm, rearing up to continue the bitchslapping that this woman deserves, only to feel her body freeze, her hand in the air. Yuki stands up, her face now a look of righteous fury.

"Ah, and an uncouth savage in addition to an old hag. What would your ancestors say, if they saw you like this, hurting a thin frail young woman?" Her look of anger morphs to one of sadistic pleasure. "Or at least, that's what I look like. I'm sure you can feel your body stuck in place. Although, I think I would like to move your body into a more fitting pose. Such an **** deserves an apology. A strong, formal apology, like the old ways. Don't worry, I won't stop your words, feel free to talk."

"What are you going to do?" Yua responds, as her hands leave the frozen position of a fight that was over before it even started, moving to the zipper of her jacket. The white fluffy jacket parts with the zipper, revealing a professional blouse beneath. "Ah well, your family has been in America for so long, but I'm sure you know the basics of decorum. People bow in Japan when they are sorry. I simply intend for you to bow." These words are proven false, as Yua finds herself taking off her jacket, only to throw it beyond Yuki, into the fire. Only for her hands to go for her thicker winter pants.

"I'll bow, I'll rock my head, but stop this whole thing. That jacket was expensive." Yua says this, panic rising in her voice as her pants come over her hips, revealing her ass dressed in only thin lacy underwear, right next to Ben's face. Yuki only smiles, her response a cruel joke. "Oh, don't worry, we have some clothes for you in your room. And I don't want a polite bow, I want a full bow, the most complete bow." Her words are punctuated as Yua throws her pants into the fire.

"I, I'm sorry, I just, this was all so sudden. I don't want to do this." Yua's voice wavers, on the verge of tears, as she reveals a matching bra as she takes her shirt off her shoulders, only to send it into the growing pile on the blaze. Only to have her fingers go to the strap of her bra.

"Maybe this will teach you, and everyone here, the price of acting out. The price of rebellion. And while your apology felt heartfelt, I want a full dogeza, a full proper bow, like when you are asking for forgiveness with all of your heart. Allow me to show you how to really apologize." The bra flies into the fire, as Yua's hands go to her panties, pulling them down in one quick motion, revealing her pussy as she bends down, Ben's eyes unable to leave the beautiful woman in front of him. Her pubic hair is tidy, and her pussy is pink.

The two women stand there, the beautiful host in her yukata, and the modern CEO naked, her beautiful D cup breasts bare, revealing light pink nipples which rest on the beautiful globes. Her ass, large, with the slightest hint of sag with age, is in Ben's face. Though he is treated to the front, as Yuki walks around her, and Yua spins on her heel to face her as Yuki sits down in Yua's spot, right next to Ben.

Yuki, ever the presenter, leans toward Ben, her cold hand on his opposite shoulder, her body against his side. "Now, to the apology. You will apologize to me, but also to Ben. He is your master, you must show him respect, and you called him a kid. Back in my heyday, such impertinence would result in ****, if a concubine even spoke ill of her lord. Now, get started."

Yua feels her body fall to her knees, before her front bows forward. Soon, her head touches the floor, as her breasts touch her knees, and the floor. Her hands rest above her head, finishing the full prostrate bow, the naked dogeza.

Yua's voice quavers, as she feels the full humiliation of bowing before some powerful being, but also the humiliation of bowing before a man and also all of her work colleagues who she has known for years. "I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you, Yuki."

Yuki only smiles deeper. "Oh, that won't do. There's also the matter of raising your voice to me, and calling this a game show. It's a reality show." The difference is small, and in this moment, reality is a real misnomer. If anything, this is a surreality show now. "Oh and I think I deserve respect. Call me Ms. Yuki from now on, and I've added another word to your vocabulary for Ben."

Yua's head doesn't move, as she is stuck in this position, but her breathing seems to grow strained, her breasts shaking as her chest does, as she begins to cry. "I'm sorry for raising my voice to you, Ms. Yuki, and for calling your reality show a game show. I'm sorry for all of the things that I've said, for being a real bitch."

Yua doesn't mean the last part, but at this point, she knows that the sooner she gives up the last scraps of her dignity, the sooner this whole ordeal ends. But Yuki only smiles. "Now, address Ben, your master."

Yua tries to gather herself, her voice gaining a strength as she tries to not show complete deference to this young man. "I'm sorry for calling you a kid, you're a man, one of my workers, and you don't deserve disrespect. I'm truly sorry, Goshujin-sama."

The words slip out, feeling wrong to Yua, who opens her eyes in shock. Why had she called him that? Why had she spoken Japanese, a language she didn't even know, that her family hadn't spoken since her grandfather's time. He was Goshujin-sama, not Goshujin-sama. Wait, Yuki had just said it, it was... something. It was like that word had been silent, though she knew that there was no such barrier before. He had just been Goshujin-sama before... fuck.

"Now, now, that's not true anymore you know. He's not one of your workers, you are master and **** and he will be your boss in the company. Get your apology right, or I might need to add another layer of humiliation." Yuki smiles down at the girl, as Ben sits next to her. Despite the cold feeling of Yuki's body, the naked woman before him has him at full erection.

Yua, her resolve broken for the moment, breaths, before she tries to find something that will please this intolerable witch. "I'm truly sorry, Goshujin-sama. I know my place as your ****, yours as my master and the boss, so I must show you all of the proper respect you deserve as my master, can you please forgive this stupid ****?"

Yuki smiles. Perfect, a nice hook into the setting, while also satisfying the demands of the sponsors. Long ago, Yua's family had slain one of their brethren, and they demanded some humiliation of her first, before the game began in earnest. Given their old ways, this was probably quite the fantasy to them. And given Ben's erection, it would soon be one of his, given enough repetition.