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Luxuriating in what would be an otherwise horrible experience for most, she kneeled on her hard wooden perch, bound, tied, and gagged. Her only clothing was a severe leather waist-cincher that had a strap running from front to rear, firmly holding a pair of very large dildos in her ass and pussy. Her muscles screamed from lactation caused by the arm-binder that stretched her shoulders to near breaking.* The leather neck-corset that was so tightly laced, prevented her from moving her head and the constriction of her breathing, caused her to be light-headed. She was more contented and happier than she could ever remember being in the past. Her mind would flash before her eyes, brief snippets of past happenings: some were day to day events, some were highly sexually charged and not completely understood. To her, it seemed that her life was in a rewind, and the tape was slowly starting to replay. She heard herself being called, and answering to a name, that was*quite different than the one she now thought was hers. It seemed to fit her personality, and it had a pleasant ring to it. Her daydreams faded in and out, as time seemed to crawl forward. Breaking the silence of her meditation, she heard the man?s voice call out to his assistants, ?Take her arms out of the binder, release her neck corset and ball gag.? She was happy that she would once again have her movement back, as she had so many questions to ask. Oddly enough, the voice of the man seemed to be different, and as he stood in front of her, she thought that his visage was different too. The man now started to look vaguely familiar, and the voice seemed to have a familiar ring to it as well. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her; now that one of the assistants had taken a cold, wet, cotton-ball and wiped her eyelids clear, so that she could once again see. She stretched her arms, to relieve the stress from their long encasement in the arm binder, and moved her neck from side to side, now that the neck corset had been removed. She looked at the man and asked him, ?What would you have of me now, Sir?? ?That?s up to you,? he answered. ?Normally, I would be very upset with you for running away, but in your case, I can understand why. Your youth, and your beauty may have been too much for you to handle, along with your responsibilities to me. What you have just experienced Şişli escort bayan is an ancient Japanese ritual, called the Bukakke: it is symbolic of a woman that has defiled her reputation in her village. She would beg her husband for forgiveness, in the form of Bukakke, an ancient ritual. Her husband would then dress her in a ceremonial garment of the finest red silk, take her to the town square, and present her to all the other males in his village, for their use.She would be forced to kneel on a raised platform for all to see. Her arms would be bound behind her back, and her husband would stand in front of her to watch. Groups of the men would approach her, take their cocks out and masturbate onto her face and into her mouth, all the while muttering profanity and sexual taunts.Ritual says that if there were less than 50 males in the village to participate, the husband was duty-bound to go to the next village and recruit more, to assure a full count. The ritual allowed that if she accepted the punishment without a word or action, she was saved from her fate. If not, she was cast out, with her arms still tied behind her back, her face still covered in all of the men?s cum, bearing the results of her punishment.She was never allowed back into her village, nor allowed to see her husband or children again. If she was able to get herself free, she could once again start her life over in another village, if they would accept her. This ritual continued up to the early part of the 20 th Century in many parts of Japan, and we are continuing the legend here, today. You have passed, with no reservations,? he finished. With that, he knelt down and put his hand under her very wet and sticky chin. Her face was still covered with the residue of countless ejaculations, but to him, she was never more beautiful. He pressed his lips against hers, and kissed her deeply and passionately. His mouth filled with the salty cum, which was thickly deposited on her, but it mattered not, that it was the seed of dozens of strange men. Because it was on her, it was the most wonderful taste in the world, and being able to share her joy was his ultimate pleasure. Little did she know the love that he harbored for her. Someday, she would fully regain her memory, and become his, totally and forever. He released the leather Escort Sultangazi straps on the waist-cincher that held her in a kneeling position on the raised platform. He then ordered his two latex-covered assistants to take her to her suite of rooms, to insure that she was fully cleansed inside and out, and prepared for the dinner feast. As she walked with her two guardians, she asked many questions, but received no answers. The only answer she got was, ?Master will tell you all that you need to know.? Once inside of her quarters, she was helped onto a table, which appeared to be an old fashioned, medical examining table. Her ankles were fastened to stirrups; her waist was belted down tightly to the table by a wide leather strap that was permanently attached at one end, with a large buckle on the other. Her wrists were then tied to large steel rings on the sides of the table, rendering her motionless. The cold starkness of the room only belied what was to be her next adventure. The girl in the gold latex catsuit and hood, placed rubber gloves on her covered hands, and took from a shelf nearby, a large clear plastic tube about six feet in length, with a red, inflatable, ball-like device, about five-feet from the end. She proceeded to lubricate the end of the tube, and approached her with it. Bending forward, she placed the end of the tube against her anal opening and slid it inside of her. She gasped, having never felt herself being so violated. The girl did not stop. Without hesitation, she continued to insert the entire length of the tube into her anus, including the uninflated rubber ball. Once the tube was fully inserted, she took the inflating tube that was attached to it, and squeezed the air-bulb several times, until the internal ball was fully inflated. It felt to her: that she had indeed been violated, but she did not really mind it, in fact, the experience was vaguely exiting and highly sexual. The girl in gold latex proceeded to attach the end of the tube to a large machine and put her hand on the switch. Stopping for a second, she asked her if she had ever had experienced colonic cleansing before. She answered, ?I don?t know anything, any more.? She was told that in order to assure her full cleansing, she would receive the following, in order: ?First, two quarts of warm Taksim escort mineral oil, to be flushed out with three quarts of warm soapy water. Secondly, four quarts of yogurt, from John Harvey Kellogg?s own formula, and then a nice rinse of Wintergreen oil, Cinnamon oil, and ice water, will finish you off nicely.? The click of the switch sent shock waves through her body; she tensed up and expected the worst. It didn?t happen. The machine?s treatment was wonderful, she felt the solutions being pumped into her, and then quickly removed, over and over until she was fully treated. She felt invigorated, and full of life. Each of the fluids that were pumped into her had a different feeling, ranging from soothing to stimulating, and finally, sharpness, not unlike fire, from the spiced oils and ice water that were pumped deep into her colon. She tensed her body and slowly relaxed, savoring the pain it caused. Afterwards, a wonderful bubble bath, and a full body massage with rare oils, treated her body. She was dried and taken to her bed chamber. There, she was fitted into what was to be her uniform for the evening, or at least part of it.A beautiful, shiny, purple-spandex suit, covering every inch of her body, with only a small zippered opening for her mouth was fitted to her by the two latex-clad girls that attended her. The sensations of the smooth tightly form fitted suit sent her mind racing once again, the mind-flashes returned in rapid fire order with mental pictures of wildly sexual scenes flashing on and off. On her legs, the girl dressed in head to toe black vinyl, fitted an exquisite pair of thigh-high, platform boots, made of the finest patent leather. They caressed her legs, as their form fitted design, hugged her so wonderfully tight. She had never before seen boots so beautiful, nor with heels so terribly high.Not being too good at walking with so little light to help her see. She was guided from her bed chamber to the dining room, by her two latex-clad assistants. Master sat there quietly, waiting for her to arrive. From the little that she could see, he was dressed from head to toe, all in black leather. It was like he was ready to go motorcycle riding, but in a very erotic, fetish way. Besides his clothing, he had a black leather hood on his head that was fitted with numerous straps, all holding it tightly to his head. Oh his legs: he had crotch-high, black, platform, laced boots with stiletto heels. She became immediately aroused by the way he looked. Dinner was difficult, she could not see what she was eating very well, and trying to get it into her mouth, through a small opening, was trying to say the least.