Incident in Japan involving underground shock collar performance

Alex was in Tokyo shooting the film Lost Girls and Love Hotels, a fairly bad thriller about an American girl who gets in over her head in a world of Yakuza and rough sex. She didn't have high hopes for the film to turn out very good, but wasn't about to turn down a paycheck for a movie that let her get tied up.

File Image: Alexandra Daddario in Lost Girls and Love Hotels

But as she was filming some of the more salacious scenes, she found herself longing for the real thing. A few texts to her friends at home and she had some recommendations (by this point Alex had been ensconced in the BDSM world for a while, and had several friends and contacts in the lifestyle). The feedback was almost universal. There are plenty of mainstream BDSM clubs in Tokyo. But someone of Alex's status could do better than a well lit club with nipple clamps and blaring house music.

One place in particular intrigued her: Itami no numa (translation: Swamp of Pain). Accessible only through an old subway station, and a door that's labeled "Janitor's Closet." The only way anyone would know about it is from someone who had been there before.

So one night before a day when she had a late call time, Alex went. It wasn't hard to find. And soon she was walking down a long hallway that looked like it hadn't been modernized in decades' dirty overhead lights, carpeted walls. At the end of the hallway was an old Japanese woman in a booth wearing a cheap Zorro mask. Alex thought she might have to battle to overcome the language barrier. But the old woman spoke perfect English.

"3000 ¥ to watch. 7000 ¥ to play." she said.

Alex wasn't there to just watch.

She paid to play and was directed into a door.

"Masks in the bowl" The woman said. And surely enough just behind the door was a wooden bowl with a bunch of cheap paper masquerade masks in them. She took one and put it on. Then noticed two other women in the room with her; both thin and Alex was fairly certain Japanese (or Asian), although their own masks hid their facial features a bit. One had long black hair and wore only a white bra and panties. The other had a dark red bob, was totally naked and had pierced nipples. Alex wasn't sure if she should take off her clothes too. She assumed someone would tell her what to do. But maybe they wouldn't.

"Clothes off" A voice said, that Alex soon realized was over a speaker.

So she stripped, feeling a bit like an outsider among two women who had small breasts and hairy bushes.

"Into the room." The voice said, and Alex realized there was a curtained doorway that the other girls were going through. She followed.

The room was small and dank. In one corner a small tiled space on the floor and a drain. Wallpaper falling off all 4 walls. in front of them a small picture of a cherry tree.

"Eyes on the tree." The voice said.

The girls all did so, standing three in a row all facing forward (assuming the tree was forward). Alex wasn't sure what was about to happen but there was an inescapable feeling that they were all being watched. After all, when she arrived she was offered the choice to play or to watch. Maybe there were cameras somewhere. She wasn't sure. But the sensation of being watched was strong.

Then the sensation of someone in the room with them. She dared not look anywhere but the cherry tree, even as she heard the first girl give a small grunt. The second girl was silent but she certainly could tell someone was doing something to her. And Alex quickly discovered what it was when she felt the hands on her neck, and the device strapped around it.

It was a shock collar.

She had never worn one before. But she'd seen it on others.

Then, just as quickly whoever put it on was gone. It was just the three girls again.

An the voice on the speaker, "Three... two... one...."

The first shock felt like lightning in her body. Alex tensed up and began to breathe heavily.

Again, "Three... two... one...."

The second shock felt stronger, or maybe Alex was already feeling weaker. It rippled through her body like a wave of pain. One of the other girls yelped.

"Two times now. Three. Two. One."

Two shocks in quick succession. Alex felt weak at the knees. Her body twitched. She became very aware of her breasts jiggling as the electricity cursed through her being.

"Three times now. Three. Two. One."

These three shocks brought Alex to her knees. But there was also something undeniable happening. She was getting very wet, very turned on. She wondered if the other two girls felt the same way. Were they here because they enjoyed this sort of thing? Were they being made to be here? There was no way of knowing.

"Five times now. Three. Two. One."

"Fuck!" Alex whispered beneath her breath. The five shocks in quick succession were unbearable and the pain made Alex very wet. One of the other girls screamed loudly.

"Five times now. Three. Two. One."

Foolishly Alex felt some relief that the situation seemed to no longer be escalating. Between shocks three and four, she couldn't even stay on her knees any more and fell to her hands. There she was, on all fours like a dog, she thought. Then wondered if she was allowed to rub herself. She wanted to. She was so very aroused.

"Five minutes now. Three. Two. One."

Alex didn't realize if she'd heard that right. Did the voice just say 'five minutes?' She wondered if that meant what it sounded like it meant: five straight minutes of shocks. She didn't think she could handle it. . The first shock came. Almost immediately one of the other girls started shouting in Japanese. The second shock came. Alex's body was so exhausted it didn't even have the energy to tense up any more. But her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. The third shock came. The girl shouted hysterically. Alex decided to look over and see what was happening. It was the long black-haired girl. She was clutching at her collar with her hands, trying desperately to pull it off. The shrieking continued.

The fourth shock did not come as expected. Instead the lights in the room went out. Alex could hear something, a struggle perhaps. When the lights came back on, she noticed that the girl who had been shouting had been given a ball-gag in her mouth, and her hands tied behind her back with zip tie handcuffs.

"Five minutes now. Three. Two. One."

Alex wasn't sure if the five minutes were starting over or continuing. There would be no way to know. Her concentration was foggy. She certainly couldn't keep track of the passage of time. They could be shocking them for 10 minutes for all she knew.

Another shock came. Then another. Alex fell to the floor. She decided to take the chance that it might be against the rules and reached her hand down between her thighs to start rubbing.

But even that was hard to do as one shock followed another.

At one point she found herself looking over to the other girls and being acutely aware that all three of them were flopping around like fish out of water. Animals. Sad pathetic animals.

How much could a human stand? She wondered.

Eventually the shocks ended. She had no idea how long it took. By that time she was flat on the floor, twitching with exhaustion, drool pouring from her mouth and she'd pissed herself.

Someone came over and helped her up. They took the collar off her and pulled her into a wheelchair. Then someone wheeled her back down the hall to a couch where she quickly fell asleep. When she awoke a few hours later she felt better but it was still hard getting up on her legs. Her clothes were waiting for her. There was no sign of the other girls, or of any other person for that matter. So she dressed. She went back to her hotel and took a long shower to prepare for another day of filming.