After some exchange with Watanabe, I realized that my wife was in a bad situation. The Japanese trained women, which was far from what I originally understood, was just playing with women.
The Japanese have fully demonstrated their rigorous and meticulous characteristics in training women.
It can be predicted that in this club, no matter how strong the wife is or how hard she fights, all the consciousness of resistance will be destroyed by the teacher.
In other words, the wife will have only one ending in this club, that is, she will gradually lose all her personality in the escalating training, and become a vassal and plaything for men from her body and soul.
Moreover, according to Watanabe's description, he was just a junior teacher, not the most powerful among the club's teachers. He was specifically responsible for removing the shame of new slaves. His wife had changed so much after being trained by this junior teacher for just one week. From an intellectual and self-reliant white-collar woman, she actually accepted excretion like a livestock. How powerful would a more senior teacher, or even a top teacher, be
I realized more clearly that under these people, my wife had no chance or possibility of resisting. However, as a husband, I was completely powerless, and even could not meet my wife. For the first time, I felt that I was so incompetent in front of these Japanese people.
Unexpectedly, on the weekend when I finished communicating with Watanabe, I received a secret email from the club. In the middle of a meaningless text, the real content of the email was marked in different fonts: At 7 o'clock tonight, there will be a public training performance.
I have heard Kawasaki say that the club organizes some open training and smaller group training from time to time. On the one hand, it increases the fun of members, and on the other hand, it is also the need to train women. Female slaves receive single and multi-person training, which brings great stimulation and impact on women. Therefore, after experiencing multiple trainings and being raped by a group of men, those untamed female slaves will understand their status and identity better.
But at that time, Kawasaki and I were just the most ordinary members and were not qualified to participate in such activities. Now, because my wife became a sex slave in the club, she has been upgraded to a member. It's really ironic.
Actually, now I don’t care about the membership level or the qualifications to participate in the public tuition. Especially after communicating with Watanabe, I was even more worried about my wife’s situation, but I was also worried that I had no chance to get in touch with my wife, let alone communicate with her. Maybe this public tuition event is an opportunity, and my wife will be taken to the training site.
I was so anxious about my wife that I didn't think about it carefully. Even if I saw my wife on such an occasion, I had no chance to take my wife away from here, let alone leave Japan within the sphere of the underworld.
On this day, I came to the club early and changed into a white robe dedicated to second-level members. There were still disposable underwear inside. We had to admire the Japanese's meticulousness. The robe they designed was just to facilitate sexual intercourse. There were only two buttons in front. Just lift the edge of the robe and pull the disposable underwear to directly pull out the man's cock. Some customers even saved the disposable underwear, such as Kawasaki, this guy
When I came out of the locker room, I met Fujita. Although he was born hostile to Chinese people, he was quite polite to me for the sake of Oshimae. According to him, the woman who was in public service today was a junior sex slave who had just arrived at the club not long ago but had been trained for a period of time.
And it's a big butt! At the end, Fujita pretended to be mysterious and added
Not long after I arrived, the junior sex slave and big butt, all these characteristics are consistent with my wife. So will the target of the public tune today be the wife?
But no matter how I test it, Fujita refused to reveal any more information. Maybe this is because of the damn rule.
If the public transfer partner is really the wife I am thinking about day and night, how should I face it? How should I explain to her why I was mingling with these people who trained and played with her, instead of actively trying to find a way to save her. But after entering the training room, I realized that I was thinking too much and further realized the terrible level of the details of this club.
The space in the classroom is not large, which is less than 30 square meters. There are 10 folding chairs, and the front and back rows are surrounded by a semicircle, which looks a bit like a psychological sharing session. Each chair also has a Japanese-style white grimace mask. Each mask has an exaggerated long nose, which looks very much like a Pinocchio's nose. These masks should be worn by members when participating in training. After wearing this mask, coupled with the loose robe on her body, even if her wife stands in front of her, she may not be able to recognize me from the crowd.
In front of the chair, there is a vacant lot of several square meters, with some strange things placed on it, such as some pet toys and potty. On the top of the vacant lot, there is also a small lift fixed with iron chains hanging on it. Needless to say, it is known what it is used for.
Other guests also walked in one after another, found the best position in the remaining chairs to sit down. Soon, the ten chairs were all full. It seems that the $2,000 ticket this time did not stop the members from participating. After all, this public tune feeling should be much more real and exciting than the performance-oriented SM show in Kabukicho. What's more, most of the members here are not short of money.
Kawasaki was the second one to come in after me. Of course, he also chose the position around me. The candidates to participate in the public transfer are determined based on the order of members' reply emails and paying deposits. The objects and contents of each public transfer will be different, which is a very fresh experience for members, so this opportunity is also very precious.
I heard that today is a big ass woman! Kawasaki, who has always been obsessed with big ass, blinked at me
I smiled at him awkwardly, thinking that the person who participated in the public commute was his wife, that was really embarrassing.
The lights in the venue dimmed, and three spotlights on the top illuminated the small area in front of us. At the same time, a projection on the wall also lit up. A line of Japanese appeared on it: マスクをつけてください , that was to put on our masks, obviously the show was about to begin
After everyone put on masks, another line of words was printed on the wall: New しい female slave daily life, it should be necessary to play some training videos
Sure enough, the picture then switched to a training place. The picture was shaking very hard, and it should have been taken with an ordinary handheld camera.
This is in a relatively large space, which is much larger than the three classrooms I peeked at before. It should be used to train the newly joined female slaves. From the shaking scene, you can probably see a whole glass mirror in the room, and there are also terrifying facilities such as X-slaughter racks, Trojan horses, iron cages, gynecological beds, and ropes, leather whips, mouth plugs and various training props hanging on the wall. This is a woman's hell. Is his wife also receiving training in such a place?
Soon the picture flashed, three women knelt in front of the mirror wall, and a realistic rubber penis was fixed in front of them. The women maintained a very standard kneeling position, and their hands were folded and their backs were behind their waists, as if they were tied up. A man holding a hard whip was patrolling behind the woman.
Because of the reflection of the mirror, although the picture flashed by, I still clearly saw the woman kneeling in the middle, my wife Wenjie. Like the other two women, she was seriously licking the 18CM-long imitation of the mock cock in front of her. However, what puzzled me was that the man who was inspecting seemed to be targeting his wife intentionally. The long whip in his hand was always whipped on his wife. In the video for about 2 minutes, dense whip marks had been pulled out of his wife's buttocks and back.
I suddenly realized that when my wife and the others were asked to lick their cock, their eyes had to look at their faces in the mirror, but their wife would always subconsciously close their eyes, so they kept attracting whips.
I couldn't help but remember that when I kissed my wife, she would always close her eyes shyly, but now she was forced by these bastards to see how she licked her cock
The second scene further reflects the intention of the teacher. In the picture, there is only his wife. She is tied naked to an iron chair. The bottom of the chair is fixed on the ground. A TV is placed in front of his wife. There are training and sex videos of unknown people playing. A few wires are dragged on the wife's nipples and under her vagina. As long as the wife's eyes leave the TV screen, the battery box connected to the wire will light up a red light, and then the wife's body shakes violently and makes people wail.
I remembered the previous communication with Watanabe. This kind of training must be to deprive his wife of human nature and make her subconsciously accept that she is a man's plaything, which is what Watanabe said about shame deprivation and materialized training. The next thing should be sexual stimulation, right?
According to the Japanese style, the training methods they use on their wives must have been tried and tested. I don’t know how many normal women have been trained to become selfless playthings and slaves. Will their wives be an exception?
While I was sweating for my wife, I hoped that my wife could survive such training and persist until the end of 3 months, but it was not easy to do this.
The following scenes are all training women to move like bitches, crawling on the ground, urinating on one leg, and eating in a dog food bowl, but because they all lowered their heads, they couldn't tell whether they were wives.
Fang Sang, if it is your wife in a while, don't be impulsive. Kawasaki must have seen his wife in the video. He pulled my sleeve, and his words were filled with worry.
I nodded to him. Of course, I thought about this possibility. If my wife was really taken to this training room for public training, would I rush up to recognize her? But what can I do later? Maybe as Kawasaki said, I might become another soul in the suicide forest, and my wife might be trapped in this hell forever.
The video lasted about 15 minutes. With the violent flash of indoor lights, a short man wearing a mask walked in first, and the one who followed him, no, should be said to be held in his hand and crawled in on the ground.
It was a plump naked woman with her hair tied up behind her head. She should have a mouth-tight ball in her mouth, because she could see the belts on both sides of her face and saliva dripping constantly falling down
I held my breath and tried hard to find the characteristics of my wife from this woman. This woman also has long black hair and also has a big white butt that is enough to arouse all men's sexual desire. Judging from the two tits hanging under her, it seems to be bigger than my wife's, and the woman's waist is also similar to that of her wife...
Is it my wife?
I don't know why, but at this time I was very nervous and excited. I felt that I had never had such a conflict. On the one hand, I longed to see my wife all the time, but on the other hand, I was afraid that after seeing her, I would still be powerless.
At this time, a line of information was printed on the projection: Today's female dog...
The Japanese have fully demonstrated their rigorous and meticulous characteristics in training women.
It can be predicted that in this club, no matter how strong the wife is or how hard she fights, all the consciousness of resistance will be destroyed by the teacher.
In other words, the wife will have only one ending in this club, that is, she will gradually lose all her personality in the escalating training, and become a vassal and plaything for men from her body and soul.
Moreover, according to Watanabe's description, he was just a junior teacher, not the most powerful among the club's teachers. He was specifically responsible for removing the shame of new slaves. His wife had changed so much after being trained by this junior teacher for just one week. From an intellectual and self-reliant white-collar woman, she actually accepted excretion like a livestock. How powerful would a more senior teacher, or even a top teacher, be
I realized more clearly that under these people, my wife had no chance or possibility of resisting. However, as a husband, I was completely powerless, and even could not meet my wife. For the first time, I felt that I was so incompetent in front of these Japanese people.
Unexpectedly, on the weekend when I finished communicating with Watanabe, I received a secret email from the club. In the middle of a meaningless text, the real content of the email was marked in different fonts: At 7 o'clock tonight, there will be a public training performance.
I have heard Kawasaki say that the club organizes some open training and smaller group training from time to time. On the one hand, it increases the fun of members, and on the other hand, it is also the need to train women. Female slaves receive single and multi-person training, which brings great stimulation and impact on women. Therefore, after experiencing multiple trainings and being raped by a group of men, those untamed female slaves will understand their status and identity better.
But at that time, Kawasaki and I were just the most ordinary members and were not qualified to participate in such activities. Now, because my wife became a sex slave in the club, she has been upgraded to a member. It's really ironic.
Actually, now I don’t care about the membership level or the qualifications to participate in the public tuition. Especially after communicating with Watanabe, I was even more worried about my wife’s situation, but I was also worried that I had no chance to get in touch with my wife, let alone communicate with her. Maybe this public tuition event is an opportunity, and my wife will be taken to the training site.
I was so anxious about my wife that I didn't think about it carefully. Even if I saw my wife on such an occasion, I had no chance to take my wife away from here, let alone leave Japan within the sphere of the underworld.
On this day, I came to the club early and changed into a white robe dedicated to second-level members. There were still disposable underwear inside. We had to admire the Japanese's meticulousness. The robe they designed was just to facilitate sexual intercourse. There were only two buttons in front. Just lift the edge of the robe and pull the disposable underwear to directly pull out the man's cock. Some customers even saved the disposable underwear, such as Kawasaki, this guy
When I came out of the locker room, I met Fujita. Although he was born hostile to Chinese people, he was quite polite to me for the sake of Oshimae. According to him, the woman who was in public service today was a junior sex slave who had just arrived at the club not long ago but had been trained for a period of time.
And it's a big butt! At the end, Fujita pretended to be mysterious and added
Not long after I arrived, the junior sex slave and big butt, all these characteristics are consistent with my wife. So will the target of the public tune today be the wife?
But no matter how I test it, Fujita refused to reveal any more information. Maybe this is because of the damn rule.
If the public transfer partner is really the wife I am thinking about day and night, how should I face it? How should I explain to her why I was mingling with these people who trained and played with her, instead of actively trying to find a way to save her. But after entering the training room, I realized that I was thinking too much and further realized the terrible level of the details of this club.
The space in the classroom is not large, which is less than 30 square meters. There are 10 folding chairs, and the front and back rows are surrounded by a semicircle, which looks a bit like a psychological sharing session. Each chair also has a Japanese-style white grimace mask. Each mask has an exaggerated long nose, which looks very much like a Pinocchio's nose. These masks should be worn by members when participating in training. After wearing this mask, coupled with the loose robe on her body, even if her wife stands in front of her, she may not be able to recognize me from the crowd.
In front of the chair, there is a vacant lot of several square meters, with some strange things placed on it, such as some pet toys and potty. On the top of the vacant lot, there is also a small lift fixed with iron chains hanging on it. Needless to say, it is known what it is used for.
Other guests also walked in one after another, found the best position in the remaining chairs to sit down. Soon, the ten chairs were all full. It seems that the $2,000 ticket this time did not stop the members from participating. After all, this public tune feeling should be much more real and exciting than the performance-oriented SM show in Kabukicho. What's more, most of the members here are not short of money.
Kawasaki was the second one to come in after me. Of course, he also chose the position around me. The candidates to participate in the public transfer are determined based on the order of members' reply emails and paying deposits. The objects and contents of each public transfer will be different, which is a very fresh experience for members, so this opportunity is also very precious.
I heard that today is a big ass woman! Kawasaki, who has always been obsessed with big ass, blinked at me
I smiled at him awkwardly, thinking that the person who participated in the public commute was his wife, that was really embarrassing.
The lights in the venue dimmed, and three spotlights on the top illuminated the small area in front of us. At the same time, a projection on the wall also lit up. A line of Japanese appeared on it: マスクをつけてください , that was to put on our masks, obviously the show was about to begin
After everyone put on masks, another line of words was printed on the wall: New しい female slave daily life, it should be necessary to play some training videos
Sure enough, the picture then switched to a training place. The picture was shaking very hard, and it should have been taken with an ordinary handheld camera.
This is in a relatively large space, which is much larger than the three classrooms I peeked at before. It should be used to train the newly joined female slaves. From the shaking scene, you can probably see a whole glass mirror in the room, and there are also terrifying facilities such as X-slaughter racks, Trojan horses, iron cages, gynecological beds, and ropes, leather whips, mouth plugs and various training props hanging on the wall. This is a woman's hell. Is his wife also receiving training in such a place?
Soon the picture flashed, three women knelt in front of the mirror wall, and a realistic rubber penis was fixed in front of them. The women maintained a very standard kneeling position, and their hands were folded and their backs were behind their waists, as if they were tied up. A man holding a hard whip was patrolling behind the woman.
Because of the reflection of the mirror, although the picture flashed by, I still clearly saw the woman kneeling in the middle, my wife Wenjie. Like the other two women, she was seriously licking the 18CM-long imitation of the mock cock in front of her. However, what puzzled me was that the man who was inspecting seemed to be targeting his wife intentionally. The long whip in his hand was always whipped on his wife. In the video for about 2 minutes, dense whip marks had been pulled out of his wife's buttocks and back.
I suddenly realized that when my wife and the others were asked to lick their cock, their eyes had to look at their faces in the mirror, but their wife would always subconsciously close their eyes, so they kept attracting whips.
I couldn't help but remember that when I kissed my wife, she would always close her eyes shyly, but now she was forced by these bastards to see how she licked her cock
The second scene further reflects the intention of the teacher. In the picture, there is only his wife. She is tied naked to an iron chair. The bottom of the chair is fixed on the ground. A TV is placed in front of his wife. There are training and sex videos of unknown people playing. A few wires are dragged on the wife's nipples and under her vagina. As long as the wife's eyes leave the TV screen, the battery box connected to the wire will light up a red light, and then the wife's body shakes violently and makes people wail.
I remembered the previous communication with Watanabe. This kind of training must be to deprive his wife of human nature and make her subconsciously accept that she is a man's plaything, which is what Watanabe said about shame deprivation and materialized training. The next thing should be sexual stimulation, right?
According to the Japanese style, the training methods they use on their wives must have been tried and tested. I don’t know how many normal women have been trained to become selfless playthings and slaves. Will their wives be an exception?
While I was sweating for my wife, I hoped that my wife could survive such training and persist until the end of 3 months, but it was not easy to do this.
The following scenes are all training women to move like bitches, crawling on the ground, urinating on one leg, and eating in a dog food bowl, but because they all lowered their heads, they couldn't tell whether they were wives.
Fang Sang, if it is your wife in a while, don't be impulsive. Kawasaki must have seen his wife in the video. He pulled my sleeve, and his words were filled with worry.
I nodded to him. Of course, I thought about this possibility. If my wife was really taken to this training room for public training, would I rush up to recognize her? But what can I do later? Maybe as Kawasaki said, I might become another soul in the suicide forest, and my wife might be trapped in this hell forever.
The video lasted about 15 minutes. With the violent flash of indoor lights, a short man wearing a mask walked in first, and the one who followed him, no, should be said to be held in his hand and crawled in on the ground.
It was a plump naked woman with her hair tied up behind her head. She should have a mouth-tight ball in her mouth, because she could see the belts on both sides of her face and saliva dripping constantly falling down
I held my breath and tried hard to find the characteristics of my wife from this woman. This woman also has long black hair and also has a big white butt that is enough to arouse all men's sexual desire. Judging from the two tits hanging under her, it seems to be bigger than my wife's, and the woman's waist is also similar to that of her wife...
Is it my wife?
I don't know why, but at this time I was very nervous and excited. I felt that I had never had such a conflict. On the one hand, I longed to see my wife all the time, but on the other hand, I was afraid that after seeing her, I would still be powerless.
At this time, a line of information was printed on the projection: Today's female dog...
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