Which two private matters between couples should be told to Watanabe?
As a couple who have been married for so many years, there are countless private matters between Wenjie and I, including the tenderness at the bottom of the bed, the plays in the kitchen, and the quarrels about the education of children. Anything can make my wife realize the connection between Watanabe and her husband.
I originally wanted to tell Watanabe that my wife's first night was in a rental house next to a university, or that her wife had a blowjob for me for the first time in the corner of the university library. But for my wife in this situation, if she heard that I told another man about the most private sex of the couple, and a man who was torture and playing with her, she would definitely be extremely disappointed with me.
So I thought about it and chose two things from a bunch of beautiful memories to tell Watanabe: One is when I proposed to her on the top of Shandong Peak in China, my wife wrapped in a rented military coat, shivering from the cold, and shed tears of happiness; the other is when we were in Phuket during our honeymoon, they wandered to a small bar, wrote our names on the message wall, and covered it with a big heart-shaped pattern.
The reason why I chose these two things is that, first, only my wife and I know these two things, which is enough to prove the relationship between Watanabe and me. Second, after Watanabe told his wife, his wife may think of the sweet past and may evoke her emptiness personality.
During this week, I was like a fly without a goal. At first I wandered aimlessly on the streets of Tokyo, but for the next two days I stayed in the hotel room. Even Kawasaki refused to ask me to have fun.
At the same time, in the basement of the club, in the gloomy classroom, my wife was undergoing various perverted trainings from Watanabe, and her plump body was pushed to orgasm after wave.
The game for the specified round starts on Friday night, September 6, 2019, followed by a round on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, and then a week will be suspended until the next Friday night will be held again.
In the middle of two rounds, the trainer who won the top ten can also conduct two rounds of special training for female slaves. One round can be sent to the trainer's room, of course, which is what Watanabe calls the private welfare of the trainer.
After the primary election, I registered and watched the two rounds of competition on the web page early. The number of tickets to watch is limited. It is stipulated that each trial match is limited to 50, and the self-select trial match is limited to 20. The price is higher. Other members can only watch live broadcasts and bets online on the Internet.
In order to get tickets to these four games, I spent nearly $100,000 in total. The most expensive one was the final of my self-selected trial. One ticket cost me $50,000.
The first round of trial completion was carried out in an open underground space. A plastic blanket with a length and width of about 10 meters was laid in the middle of the site. I saw five straight lines drawn with white pigments on the blanket. At the starting point of the straight line, a plastic bucket was placed each with a glass syringe leaning against it. The size should be exactly 100CC.
The chairs that the 50 observation members were sitting on were placed on both sides and the bottom of the blanket. Because the spotlights were shining on the blanket, the members were in the shadows. In addition, all members were wearing all-colored robes and grimace masks, so the female slaves and teachers in the competition did not know the identity of the audience.
Each member will also be assigned an IPAD in advance. After logging in to the membership, you can see the personal information of each female slave and the close-up of the competition. You can also bet in real time.
The wife's name is second to last, and the odds are also tied for the last. It can be seen that neither the wife was tamed or the trainer Watanabe, who was on the verge of elimination, was favored by the event organizers.
I sat at the finish line, facing one of the tracks, looking at the empty field, and outlined the scenes of the competition in my mind. Five naked women were driven by whips or electric shock rods and crawled humiliatingly on the track. Every time they reached the finish line, they had to receive a 100CC enema. In 10 minutes, according to the length of the crawling distance of the female slaves, they ranked their rankings according to the length of the crawling distance of the female slaves.
The lights in the field suddenly dimmed, leaving only a circular beam, which seemed to move randomly in the field. We know that the competition is finally about to begin, everyone's eyes are attracted by this beam, and they are also looking forward to the objects that appear under this beam.
Finally the beam stopped at the starting point of track 1, where there was a woman in a nurse's uniform. I vaguely had a feeling of this face because she was the last woman with her wife, and her profession was a nurse.
The host hiding in the shadow introduced this woman in an excited tone: Haruko Okada, 26 years old, a nurse at the Tokyo Clinic, her ambition is to use her anus to serve the masters...
Please cheer for her!
The beam slowly moved to the starting point of track 2. Actually, when I saw Haruko Okada just now, I had a premonition that the order of female slaves appeared seemed to be reversed according to odds, so the second one should be his wife.
When the beam stopped, wasn’t the woman who was trembling slightly in the beam the wife I had been thinking about?
But it is different from the imagined wife. Her wife was not strictly bound by a hemp rope like she had been on the flatbed car. She was not bound at all at the moment, nor was she handcuffed and driven by a whip when she was being selected by a teacher. At this moment, her hands were pressed against her lower abdomen, and her two fists were tightly pulled together.
What surprised me even more was that at this time, my wife was actually wearing a familiar career suit, with a white wide open collar shirt on her upper body, a light gray A-line one-step skirt on her lower body, and a pair of black high heels on her feet. Due to distance and light, I couldn't tell whether she was wearing stockings on her legs.
The host's voice sounded again: Dong Wenjie, 32 years old, from Shanghai, is an excellent Japanese translator, an excellent wife and mother. More importantly, she has perfect buttocks and excellent anus, and is eager to get the strictest training to serve more Japanese men.
But she is still a little shy now, so everyone will give her more encouragement!
The host's words made the audience burst into laughter and sparse applause, but also made the wife who was present even more uneasy. I noticed that her high heels had left the ground several times. She must have wanted to escape from here, escape from this absurd game, escape from these men who trained and played with her, and escape from this world that regarded women as playthings.
But my wife herself should also know that she didn't have even a chance to escape. There were strict constraints and tight guards here, and without the guidance of staff or teachers, she couldn't move here.
Not to mention that even if she can escape from here, can she leave Japan smoothly?
You should know that the police station has people from underworld organizations, airports and customs are of course within their control.
What's more, after experiencing all this, will my current wife still be willing to go home and go back to my son and I? Especially the man who betrayed her
Soon, all five female slaves appeared in the first round. Except for the last female nurse and the second-to-last female translator wife, the remaining three included a teacher, a full-time wife, and even a college student.
My wife is the oldest among the five women and has the plumpest figure. Even through her career suit, it can be seen that her plump breasts and buttocks are obviously better than other women.
With the host's order, the five women began to take off their clothes, obviously they were just to put on the stage in order to better mobilize the atmosphere.
Although my wife moves the slowest, she still takes off her body in a very short time.
Five naked female slaves lay at the starting point of their respective tracks, like athletes waiting for a starting gun. Behind them, there was a man in a cloak and a mask, who should be his teacher. The man squatting behind his wife, holding a syringe in his hand and staring at her butt with a syringe in his hand, should be Watanabe. From the previous communication, I felt that Watanabe was also very nervous about this competition. Once he was deprived of his identity as a teacher by the club, I was afraid that he would find the dignity of a man again.
The competition began. The tall and long-legged wife had a lot of advantages in crawling speed. She was the first to crawl back and forth and sent her snow-white big butt to Watanabe. Watanabe used the fastest speed to inject 100CC into his wife's rectum. To achieve such a tacit understanding, she must have gone through many trainings.
I have tested my wife's attitude towards enema before. My wife is very disgusted with this method of training the excretion organs and said, "Why would anyone think of such a perverted thing? She thinks no woman is willing to accept this kind of thing, so my efforts to enema for my wife were over before it even started.
At that time, we didn't expect that there would be such a day when our wife would take the initiative to send her butt to the man for an enema.
During the competition, my wife has led the other four female slaves at least 3 or 4 round trips. Because the final ranking is all female slaves participating, she cannot just aim at the first place in the group, but crawl as long as possible.
After the butt was filled with more than 1,000 CC of liquid, the wife's crawling was obviously much more difficult and her speed dropped greatly. However, Haruko Okada failed to control her excretion during a turnaround. According to regulations, as long as the female slave discharged enema fluid during the game or collapsed directly, she would be sentenced to be eliminated. Her teacher angrily vented on her body with a whip, and her snow-white body was soon covered with red whip marks.
This scene seemed to stimulate his wife, she accelerated the crawling speed again, but she became more cautious when she turned around.
My wife climbed to the starting point again and turned her butt to Watanabe behind her. But this time, Watanabe did not rush to insert the nozzle of the syringe into her anus, but took out a black object from her pocket.
Sitting in the audience, I clearly saw that it was an anal plug connected to a rubber tube, and there was a one-way valve on the rubber tube. Could it be that he would use this to plug his wife's anus?
Although it can prevent the wife from experiencing so much enema, it will increase her pain even more.
The wife also discovered Watanabe's purpose. Her head was shaking like a rattle, and her mouth made a Japanese begging sound, but she could not stop Watanabe's behavior at all. Moreover, according to regulations, the teacher could choose to use props such as anal plugs. If the wife resisted, the staff next to her would come over soon. Help Watanabe
I can't see how Watanabe operated from my angle, but from the expression of my wife's gritting her teeth and widening her eyes, I know that the thing had easily broken through her anus, and as her wife closed her eyes in despair, the anal plug should have completely entered her butt
The poor wife had not had time to adapt to the existence of the anal plug, and then another 100CC of liquid was injected, and she was forced to start a painful crawling again...
For ordinary people, 10 minutes is fleeting, but for my wife at this moment, this ten minutes is so long. After climbing to the starting point several times, she begged Watanabe, but Watanabe is still as cruel as ever. He injected liquid into his wife's butt again and again, making me feel like I'm killing him.
When the host announced the end of the time, his wife finally couldn't hold on to the blanket. Watanabe walked to her, pulled out the plug in her butt, gently stroked her buttocks, as if comforting her.
My wife suddenly realized something. She suddenly got up from the blanket and walked towards the exit with her belly. I understood that she must not want to excrete in front of so many men. Although the training of the club can change her body and make her accept the tricks that were originally regarded as perverted, she has not completely erased her personality. This makes me feel a little relieved.
But my wife didn't take a few steps after all, suddenly stopped, bent over, her legs bent slightly, and her snow-white butt was facing me. First, a few faint streams of water oozed out of her anus. My wife should have been holding it back, but she still couldn't control the strong sense of defecation in her abdomen. With a sudden rumbling, a large stream of liquid spurted out from the middle of her snow-white buttocks, and my wife also knelt on the blanket.
The butt that gave up the control was sprayed out one after another. In the continuous excretion sound, it seemed to be mixed with the sob of his wife.
At such a sad moment of my wife, as her man, I should have appeared beside her, hugged her in my arms, and comforted her as much as possible, but I could only sit in the audience and watched my wife fall into this embarrassing situation helplessly, but I was powerless to do anything
After my wife was taken away from the stadium, I no longer had the intention to continue watching and chose to leave the audience early. However, when the results were announced later, I saw that my wife actually took the third place in all female slaves.
As a couple who have been married for so many years, there are countless private matters between Wenjie and I, including the tenderness at the bottom of the bed, the plays in the kitchen, and the quarrels about the education of children. Anything can make my wife realize the connection between Watanabe and her husband.
I originally wanted to tell Watanabe that my wife's first night was in a rental house next to a university, or that her wife had a blowjob for me for the first time in the corner of the university library. But for my wife in this situation, if she heard that I told another man about the most private sex of the couple, and a man who was torture and playing with her, she would definitely be extremely disappointed with me.
So I thought about it and chose two things from a bunch of beautiful memories to tell Watanabe: One is when I proposed to her on the top of Shandong Peak in China, my wife wrapped in a rented military coat, shivering from the cold, and shed tears of happiness; the other is when we were in Phuket during our honeymoon, they wandered to a small bar, wrote our names on the message wall, and covered it with a big heart-shaped pattern.
The reason why I chose these two things is that, first, only my wife and I know these two things, which is enough to prove the relationship between Watanabe and me. Second, after Watanabe told his wife, his wife may think of the sweet past and may evoke her emptiness personality.
During this week, I was like a fly without a goal. At first I wandered aimlessly on the streets of Tokyo, but for the next two days I stayed in the hotel room. Even Kawasaki refused to ask me to have fun.
At the same time, in the basement of the club, in the gloomy classroom, my wife was undergoing various perverted trainings from Watanabe, and her plump body was pushed to orgasm after wave.
The game for the specified round starts on Friday night, September 6, 2019, followed by a round on Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, and then a week will be suspended until the next Friday night will be held again.
In the middle of two rounds, the trainer who won the top ten can also conduct two rounds of special training for female slaves. One round can be sent to the trainer's room, of course, which is what Watanabe calls the private welfare of the trainer.
After the primary election, I registered and watched the two rounds of competition on the web page early. The number of tickets to watch is limited. It is stipulated that each trial match is limited to 50, and the self-select trial match is limited to 20. The price is higher. Other members can only watch live broadcasts and bets online on the Internet.
In order to get tickets to these four games, I spent nearly $100,000 in total. The most expensive one was the final of my self-selected trial. One ticket cost me $50,000.
The first round of trial completion was carried out in an open underground space. A plastic blanket with a length and width of about 10 meters was laid in the middle of the site. I saw five straight lines drawn with white pigments on the blanket. At the starting point of the straight line, a plastic bucket was placed each with a glass syringe leaning against it. The size should be exactly 100CC.
The chairs that the 50 observation members were sitting on were placed on both sides and the bottom of the blanket. Because the spotlights were shining on the blanket, the members were in the shadows. In addition, all members were wearing all-colored robes and grimace masks, so the female slaves and teachers in the competition did not know the identity of the audience.
Each member will also be assigned an IPAD in advance. After logging in to the membership, you can see the personal information of each female slave and the close-up of the competition. You can also bet in real time.
The wife's name is second to last, and the odds are also tied for the last. It can be seen that neither the wife was tamed or the trainer Watanabe, who was on the verge of elimination, was favored by the event organizers.
I sat at the finish line, facing one of the tracks, looking at the empty field, and outlined the scenes of the competition in my mind. Five naked women were driven by whips or electric shock rods and crawled humiliatingly on the track. Every time they reached the finish line, they had to receive a 100CC enema. In 10 minutes, according to the length of the crawling distance of the female slaves, they ranked their rankings according to the length of the crawling distance of the female slaves.
The lights in the field suddenly dimmed, leaving only a circular beam, which seemed to move randomly in the field. We know that the competition is finally about to begin, everyone's eyes are attracted by this beam, and they are also looking forward to the objects that appear under this beam.
Finally the beam stopped at the starting point of track 1, where there was a woman in a nurse's uniform. I vaguely had a feeling of this face because she was the last woman with her wife, and her profession was a nurse.
The host hiding in the shadow introduced this woman in an excited tone: Haruko Okada, 26 years old, a nurse at the Tokyo Clinic, her ambition is to use her anus to serve the masters...
Please cheer for her!
The beam slowly moved to the starting point of track 2. Actually, when I saw Haruko Okada just now, I had a premonition that the order of female slaves appeared seemed to be reversed according to odds, so the second one should be his wife.
When the beam stopped, wasn’t the woman who was trembling slightly in the beam the wife I had been thinking about?
But it is different from the imagined wife. Her wife was not strictly bound by a hemp rope like she had been on the flatbed car. She was not bound at all at the moment, nor was she handcuffed and driven by a whip when she was being selected by a teacher. At this moment, her hands were pressed against her lower abdomen, and her two fists were tightly pulled together.
What surprised me even more was that at this time, my wife was actually wearing a familiar career suit, with a white wide open collar shirt on her upper body, a light gray A-line one-step skirt on her lower body, and a pair of black high heels on her feet. Due to distance and light, I couldn't tell whether she was wearing stockings on her legs.
The host's voice sounded again: Dong Wenjie, 32 years old, from Shanghai, is an excellent Japanese translator, an excellent wife and mother. More importantly, she has perfect buttocks and excellent anus, and is eager to get the strictest training to serve more Japanese men.
But she is still a little shy now, so everyone will give her more encouragement!
The host's words made the audience burst into laughter and sparse applause, but also made the wife who was present even more uneasy. I noticed that her high heels had left the ground several times. She must have wanted to escape from here, escape from this absurd game, escape from these men who trained and played with her, and escape from this world that regarded women as playthings.
But my wife herself should also know that she didn't have even a chance to escape. There were strict constraints and tight guards here, and without the guidance of staff or teachers, she couldn't move here.
Not to mention that even if she can escape from here, can she leave Japan smoothly?
You should know that the police station has people from underworld organizations, airports and customs are of course within their control.
What's more, after experiencing all this, will my current wife still be willing to go home and go back to my son and I? Especially the man who betrayed her
Soon, all five female slaves appeared in the first round. Except for the last female nurse and the second-to-last female translator wife, the remaining three included a teacher, a full-time wife, and even a college student.
My wife is the oldest among the five women and has the plumpest figure. Even through her career suit, it can be seen that her plump breasts and buttocks are obviously better than other women.
With the host's order, the five women began to take off their clothes, obviously they were just to put on the stage in order to better mobilize the atmosphere.
Although my wife moves the slowest, she still takes off her body in a very short time.
Five naked female slaves lay at the starting point of their respective tracks, like athletes waiting for a starting gun. Behind them, there was a man in a cloak and a mask, who should be his teacher. The man squatting behind his wife, holding a syringe in his hand and staring at her butt with a syringe in his hand, should be Watanabe. From the previous communication, I felt that Watanabe was also very nervous about this competition. Once he was deprived of his identity as a teacher by the club, I was afraid that he would find the dignity of a man again.
The competition began. The tall and long-legged wife had a lot of advantages in crawling speed. She was the first to crawl back and forth and sent her snow-white big butt to Watanabe. Watanabe used the fastest speed to inject 100CC into his wife's rectum. To achieve such a tacit understanding, she must have gone through many trainings.
I have tested my wife's attitude towards enema before. My wife is very disgusted with this method of training the excretion organs and said, "Why would anyone think of such a perverted thing? She thinks no woman is willing to accept this kind of thing, so my efforts to enema for my wife were over before it even started.
At that time, we didn't expect that there would be such a day when our wife would take the initiative to send her butt to the man for an enema.
During the competition, my wife has led the other four female slaves at least 3 or 4 round trips. Because the final ranking is all female slaves participating, she cannot just aim at the first place in the group, but crawl as long as possible.
After the butt was filled with more than 1,000 CC of liquid, the wife's crawling was obviously much more difficult and her speed dropped greatly. However, Haruko Okada failed to control her excretion during a turnaround. According to regulations, as long as the female slave discharged enema fluid during the game or collapsed directly, she would be sentenced to be eliminated. Her teacher angrily vented on her body with a whip, and her snow-white body was soon covered with red whip marks.
This scene seemed to stimulate his wife, she accelerated the crawling speed again, but she became more cautious when she turned around.
My wife climbed to the starting point again and turned her butt to Watanabe behind her. But this time, Watanabe did not rush to insert the nozzle of the syringe into her anus, but took out a black object from her pocket.
Sitting in the audience, I clearly saw that it was an anal plug connected to a rubber tube, and there was a one-way valve on the rubber tube. Could it be that he would use this to plug his wife's anus?
Although it can prevent the wife from experiencing so much enema, it will increase her pain even more.
The wife also discovered Watanabe's purpose. Her head was shaking like a rattle, and her mouth made a Japanese begging sound, but she could not stop Watanabe's behavior at all. Moreover, according to regulations, the teacher could choose to use props such as anal plugs. If the wife resisted, the staff next to her would come over soon. Help Watanabe
I can't see how Watanabe operated from my angle, but from the expression of my wife's gritting her teeth and widening her eyes, I know that the thing had easily broken through her anus, and as her wife closed her eyes in despair, the anal plug should have completely entered her butt
The poor wife had not had time to adapt to the existence of the anal plug, and then another 100CC of liquid was injected, and she was forced to start a painful crawling again...
For ordinary people, 10 minutes is fleeting, but for my wife at this moment, this ten minutes is so long. After climbing to the starting point several times, she begged Watanabe, but Watanabe is still as cruel as ever. He injected liquid into his wife's butt again and again, making me feel like I'm killing him.
When the host announced the end of the time, his wife finally couldn't hold on to the blanket. Watanabe walked to her, pulled out the plug in her butt, gently stroked her buttocks, as if comforting her.
My wife suddenly realized something. She suddenly got up from the blanket and walked towards the exit with her belly. I understood that she must not want to excrete in front of so many men. Although the training of the club can change her body and make her accept the tricks that were originally regarded as perverted, she has not completely erased her personality. This makes me feel a little relieved.
But my wife didn't take a few steps after all, suddenly stopped, bent over, her legs bent slightly, and her snow-white butt was facing me. First, a few faint streams of water oozed out of her anus. My wife should have been holding it back, but she still couldn't control the strong sense of defecation in her abdomen. With a sudden rumbling, a large stream of liquid spurted out from the middle of her snow-white buttocks, and my wife also knelt on the blanket.
The butt that gave up the control was sprayed out one after another. In the continuous excretion sound, it seemed to be mixed with the sob of his wife.
At such a sad moment of my wife, as her man, I should have appeared beside her, hugged her in my arms, and comforted her as much as possible, but I could only sit in the audience and watched my wife fall into this embarrassing situation helplessly, but I was powerless to do anything
After my wife was taken away from the stadium, I no longer had the intention to continue watching and chose to leave the audience early. However, when the results were announced later, I saw that my wife actually took the third place in all female slaves.
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