Powerless

I entered a room with tatami mats, when I was in the middle Azashi took off my overcoat masculine and approving exclamations rang out.

Slowly he removed my ties I felt the looks pointed at me, fortunately the mask covered the whole face because I suspected that I was being photographed and filmed but this light dazzled me completely.

Ropes came down from the ceiling while he tied me again with other ties that tied my hands behind my back my legs bent exposing my intimacy to the maximum, totally offered strangely being thus exposed was starting to excite me, how many were there by the sound I would say more than fifteen.

When I was completely frozen by the ropes he added a ball gag to silence me but also I suspected to make me drool, then he tied me to the ropes that came down from the ceiling, when he was satisfied on a sign I was hoisted to the height of Azashi's belt, the friction of the ropes thus pulled made me moan because it was painful and yet exciting to be the object of their attention and most primitive desires.

Azashi took out of his pockets two bells that were attached to metal clips, he signaled to two masked spectators spoke to them in their ears.

They bowed thanking him showing smiles while looking at me, they got on their knees and began to suck, nibble my two nipples.

Betrayed by my body, faced with this treatment that awakened my libido like never before I felt them rise and harden, I began to moan with pleasure, but before I understood consulting each other they took out the bells and the clamps that mercilessly bit my flesh so sensitive in this place, the painful electric shock that ran through my nerves twisted my head, so much so that my first tears fell to the ground under the applause of the audience while the two, a bit bravado joined them congratulated by their neighbors.

while I was not paying attention still stunned by the pain of the clamps that now rang with each movement, Azachi suddenly poured on me hot wax from candles that he handled with expertise.

Under the effect of the burn I kicked in the air in a ridiculous way, screaming but the gag muffled most of the noise that I emitted which attracted the hilarity of the room because of the ringing of bells with the horrible pinching of my nipples that accompanied them, long minutes he spread the wax on my body lingering on my sex making me kick in vain each time in the void then my breasts pushing me to emit small cries muffled by the gag.

The more I struggled the more the ropes tightened and bit into my flesh it was unbearable, seeing me like this he turned to our audience and said.

• gaijin women do not understand that the more agitated and undisciplined they are the more they punish themselves, our women quickly know this proves their superiority. the spectators clinked glasses and approved, but I had received the message, I tried to discipline myself as the liquid burn fell on me, inciting the **** cries of my nerves that sought in vain for relief.

At one point he stopped I was shaking all over my body which was raw while the wax had dried pulling my skin but I could bear it, suddenly he took out a small spiked wheel that he began to pass over my breasts, my hips my sex. I moaned as my body moved in this gangue of wax and ropes, despite my will to remain stoic all my beautiful resolutions flew away this little instrument did not hurt me but excited my body.

The spectators were amused to see me thus agitated by involuntary tremors but especially to see my gaijin body thus exposed to the torments invented by a sexual tradition of their country, fascinated that I could thus submit to them without shame.

I must admit that being the object of their attention, powerless, submissive awakened in me a perverse impulse to be the fruit of their fantasies.

While I was lost in my thoughts a loud "SCHLACK" followed by a sharp bite on my flesh with the pain that awoke instantly. I screamed despite the gag kicking in vain like a madwoman as if thus bonded I could escape.

Azashi amused to see me thus agitated, said to the public while showing a whip of braided leather straps.

• ah ! our gaijin did not know our method for removing dried wax he said smiling while laughter burst out.

The blows did not stop, I begged, cried but nothing stopped him, every piece of wax had to disappear, the pinching of the nipples was now the least of my worries, I cried without restraint, I was nothing but pain.

At one point he stopped put a finger in my vagina, which showed to the public before sucking it.

-she loves ! she wets while some pushed a loud "O", to my great dismay he was right while he resumed this sadistic treatment, I no longer counted the blows.

He resumed for a long time I was no longer a receptacle of pain in a storm of furious slaps against my skin which at each moment climbed a level of suffering but also of pleasure, until everything ended up turning and I sank into unconsciousness.