"Hello Yumi-chan! Let me take your coat," Hiroko said as she walked to Yumi's side.
"Yes it's quite warm in here, you must be hot with that on. Let Hiroko take it for you," Mr Tanaka told Yumi.
"Yes Tanaka-ue," Yumi said as she started to unbutton the coat. She felt like the nightgown she was wearing was far too skimpy for this restaurant but deferred to Tanaka-san's wishes without protest.
"That's rather formal Tanaka-san!" Hiroko said playfully. She was born and raised in London so she wasn't as respectful as a native Japanese would be to Tanaka-san. She knew the language but had not experienced much of the culture. Mr Tanaka realised that the "ue" suffix was quite formal but Yumi was to call him that to emphasis that he was her Master.
"Yes it is, but she insists on calling me it. She's a little old-fashioned I guess," Mr Tanaka lied.
"Oh ok, I see," Hiroko said. She peeled the coat from Yumi's shoulders and couldn't help but exclaim when she saw the sheer nightgown, "Wow! This is a beautiful, ah- dress you are wearing Yumi! Well, you are beautiful too," Hiroko thought it was more like lingerie than a dress, but she didn't want the shy girl to feel awkward.
The truth was that rich clients like Mr Tanaka could walk a girl in here naked and Hiroko would not question it. This was the reason the expensive restaurant was in a shady part of the city. It catered to wealthy men with a penchant for sexy women and fetish desires. Although Hiroko knew most of the customers by name, some used pseudonyms; she was sworn to secrecy about what happened here. She was often tipped generously to ensure her confidentiality, and sometimes she even participated.
"Thank you Hiroko-san," Yumi meekly reply. Hiroko hung the coat in a closet against the wall and attached a numbered clip to it. She handed Mr Tanaka a laminated card with the same number written on it. Hiroko took a moment to examine the sheer nightgown appreciating the deep V shape, down to just above her navel, Yumi's nipples were just covered by the material, and she was showing a vast amount of cleavage under and between her breasts. Letting her gaze wander down to the bottom of the outfit, Hiroko saw that it was trimmed in black lace ending just below the bottom crease of her ass cheeks. She noticed that Yumi didn't appear to be wearing a bra, but just some small shiny discs. She also noticed a metal mesh triangle covering her bald pussy. One could imagine a very provocative celebrity wearing something similar to her ensemble, but nowhere near as scant. The petite girl's large breasts and round ass amazed Hiroko. She was definitely jealous of Yumi's body, but would never lower herself to being half naked and an escort for the older Japanese businessman.
"Let me show you to your table, follow me please," Hiroko said walking with a subtle swinging of her hips. They passed several small rooms constructed with shoji walls; a traditional paper wall, and tatami floors made from rice straw. Finally, they came to a large room at the end. The floor was sunken and a long table was placed in the middle of a depressed rectangle in the floor. The table was raised about two-thirds of a foot above edge of the floor, making it just over two feet from the floor of the pit. There was a gap of about half a foot between the edge of the table and the floor dotted with square thin cushions. Yumi saw ten cushions. She wondered if all the seats would be filled tonight.
"Thank you Hiroko-san, I will call for you later," Mr Tanaka said.
"Thank you Tanaka-san," She replied as she left the room sliding the paper door closed behind her lithe body. She was tall for a Japanese woman, at 5'10, her narrow face framed by shoulder length hair. Her chest was much smaller than Yumi's, probably a B cup. She had small eyes and a straight narrow nose. She had the figure and face of a model.
"Yumi, please take off everything and lie down on the table," Mr Tanaka said offhandedly.
"Yes Sir, Tanaka-ue," Yumi replied wondering what was about to happen. She did as she was told then looked at Mr Tanaka and back down at her clitoral jewellery, "Er, I need help to re-"
"You can leave that on, you didn't think I'd want you to remove that, did you?" Tanaka-san interrupted her raising his bushy eyebrows, "Dr Goodman assures me it's waterproof, which is great in light of what I have planned."
Yumi was having visions of being covered in raw fish with her pussy being used as a soy sauce bowl. It wasn't far from the imminent reality. Yumi walked to the table, crawled on it, and lay on her back. She glanced at the door nervous about a complete stranger walking in and seeing her like this. Being at the College she had gotten somewhat used to all the students and teachers seeing her naked or almost naked. However, strangers seeing her naked still made her shy and nervous. She found it extremely arousing, but simultaneously she wanted to run and hide under a rock somewhere. Mr Tanaka walked to the far end of the table and picked up a red rope that was in the pit. Yumi's eyes went wide for a minute knowing what was coming next. Mr. Tanaka started wrapping the rope around Yumi's legs at her knees and made a lattice down to her ankles where he tied them in a thick two-column tie so her ankles wouldn't rub together. Next, passed the rope under the table to the other end where he attached it to her wrists in another two column tie and took up the remaining slack in the rope, leaving Yumi a little bit of wiggle room so her circulation would not be impinged.
"Now Yumi, my guests will be arriving soon, but I want to surprise them. You are to remain perfectly still and quiet. To help you with that, I'm putting this ball gag on you," Mr. Tanaka said pushing a heavy rubber ball into her mouth and fastening the strap behind her head, "I'm blindfolding you as well, just for fun." She was totally powerless now.
Yumi watched the paper door slide open and saw Hiroko standing at the entrance with a large thin wooden box made of the same wood as the four-foot wide table she was tied to. It looked to be about the same length as the table with two crescent shapes cut out of each end.
"Here's the box you asked for, we've made it to your exact specifications Mr. Tananka," She said as Tanaka-san helped her lower the box over Yumi, making sure to line the ropes up with crescent holes in the box. "I think she will make a lovely surprise for your clients!"
"Indeed. Yumi, don't worry you will be ok in there, just relax and be quiet," Mr. Tanaka said.
"Yes sir Tanaka-ue," Yumi answered from the darkness that surrounded her. Yumi closed her eyes and wondered how long she would be in the box. She felt like nothing more than an object now, it was crazy to think she would be revealed, tied to a table, gagged and blindfolded, to ten strangers. A few minutes later she heard several men entering the room and Mr. Tanaka greeting them. They were all English men except for one. Yumi felt herself get wet as the men sat down at the table, just one foot away from her hidden naked body. She struggled to remain quiet as her pussy jewellery buzzed away gently still on level one. The presence of strangers near Yumi was making her hot. She could hear them talking but couldn't quite understand them. She reflected on how absurd her predicament was, tied to a table, writhing and always on the edge of orgasm. It was a very strange life to live, but now she couldn't imagine going back to her old life, having agency over her actions. Being a slave to the Dean felt like she had found her place in life. Over the next hour, the clients consumed five courses of sushi, sashimi, okonomiyaki, takoyaki, ramen, as well as many beers, and in turn the banter became more rowdy. A few of the men started flirting and teasing Hiroko, she took it in good humour and gave it back to them as good as she got.
"So, gentlemen, are you ready for dessert?" Mr. Tanaka asked the clients.
"I'm pretty full, don't know if I can eat anymore," Paul, the accountant of the group, replied.
"I think you will really want to try this dessert, trust me Paul," Mr. Tanaka said and called out "sumimasen" loudly, signaling Hiroko. A moment later she arrived carrying a tray with a few small soy sauce dishes full of chocolate sauce and a large bowl of mochi squares covered in sesame seeds. She put the tray on the table. "Ok Hiroko, please help me with this box."
Mr. Tanaka and Hiroko lifted the box off the table to reveal Yumi who was rubbing her legs together slightly trying to stimulate her pussy more so she could come. However, after her last round of NLP she found it very hard to come without being told. The clients went wild upon seeing her, loudly whistling and banging the table.
"Yeah... I think I could fit in some dessert after all," Paul said smiling broadly.
"I thought you might change your mind," Mr. Tanaka said chuckling.
Yumi was still in darkness, but she felt the light coming through the blindfold a little. She was writhing in pleasure from the exciter charm that had worked her up into a painful need to come. The noise from the clients reminded Yumi of how sexy and slutty she must look to them, her hips making small rhythmic circles and thighs struggling to rub against each other in their bonds. Her ass was sitting in a small puddle of her own juices. Yumi was wrestling with the last fragments of her conscience. She desperately wanted to come, but she'd never even seen these men, and to do so in front of them would confirm her feeling that she was a simple slut, that was only useful for entertaining the sexual fantasies of anyone she was told to. Why had she let it go this far she thought, only a girl who really wanted to be used by anyone would do that. She must a slut she thought. Suddenly, she felt cold objects being placed on her nipples, between her tits and down her silky stomach.
