[Wife Slave Auction] (End)

[Married Woman Slave Auction] In the noisy venue, there were many people, young and old. The seats were gradually filled by the participants, and the venue gradually quieted down as time went on. Everyone was waiting for the event to begin.
The first person to walk onto the stage was Mr. Asada Ichiro, the village chief. He was wearing a casual polo shirt and looked relaxed. Holding a microphone, he began to test it. Everyone knew that the "event" was about to begin. The people below the stage were eager to participate. Many of them had come with cash in hand. How could they leave empty-handed? "Okay... test! Microphone test now... okay, our event is about to begin. Please be quiet." As Village Chief Ichiro said this, the entire venue was already silent, and every pair of eyes below the stage was on Mr. Ichiro.
"Alright... then our event will begin immediately. First, let's invite our first slave wife to be auctioned, Ms. Nishida Yurisa. The starting bid is 1 million yen, and the auction will last for three weeks, at your discretion. Let's welcome Ms. Yurisa." Mr. Ichiro finished speaking, and the audience erupted in applause.
"Hello everyone, I'm Yurisa, living at the corner bakery in Raimoncho. Hello everyone, I know everyone here. My husband, Mr. Nishida Daichu, is the postman here," Ms. Yurisa said, her face flushed. She was completely naked, wearing only a bright red collar around her neck with a wooden number tag attached. Yurisa's number was 1. These ornaments were important symbols of her slave status in this auction "event.
" "Wow! Go go go!" At the other end of the hall were the postman's colleagues participating in the auction. Mr. Nishida himself was also present, bowing shyly in return.
"Welcome Mr. Nishida to this auction for the third time. You made quite a bit last time, didn't you? I heard your whole family even went to Taiwan for a trip last year. How enviable!" Village Chief Ichiro said with a smile, holding the microphone. The audience roared with laughter and applause.
"Please support us!" Yurisa on stage said enthusiastically.
"Alright, let's begin the bidding. The starting price is 1 million yen, and each bid must be at least 50,000 yen. Now... let's begin!" Mr. Ichiro, holding the auction hammer, slammed it down on a gong hanging in the air. The sound echoed throughout the hall, instantly heating up the atmosphere.
Hands shot up from the audience, and Ichiro excitedly called out the auction from the stage. Yurisa bowed each time someone raised their paddle.
"2.05 million once...twice...that's all?...2.05 million three times!!
Sold! Congratulations to Nishida Post Office Technician Yokota for acquiring the right to use Yurisa for three weeks!" Village Chief Ichiro, who was also the auctioneer, slammed the auction hammer down, ending the first housewife auction and beginning the village's most anticipated event: the housewife slave auction. The "goods" being auctioned—the housewife slaves—were not permanently auctioned, but temporarily, making them very popular. The housewife slaves were also happy to earn some income for their families.
Yokota happily picked up the dog leash and slowly walked to the stage. Under the witness of Village Chief Ichiro, he tied the leash to Mrs. Yurisa's collar. After tying it on, Yurisa symbolically lay down on the ground, allowing Yokota to lead her away from the stage.
This is a tradition of the auction: the winning bidder comes on stage with a dog leash, symbolizing their status as both master and owner of the slave wives. The slave wives must stand on the stage wearing only collars, accepting the bids.
"Mr. Yokota, I'm entrusting my wife, Yurisa, to your care," Mr. Nishida said, tears streaming down his face, grasping Yokota's hands. Yokota was Nishida's superior, and this encouragement and support for his subordinate deeply moved Nishida, who resolved to work even harder to repay his superior's support.
"Yurisa, when you get to the chief technician's house, be sure to serve Master Yokota well..." Nishida said, looking at Yurisa. They wouldn't see each other for another three weeks, but there was nothing to be sad about, as Nishida had already booked a Mediterranean cruise vacation next month, and the money would cover the expenses—consider it the Nishida family's third honeymoon.
Interestingly, Yokota's wife, Kanae, was also once auctioned off by Mr. Nishida. That was quite a spectacle! Kanae's penchant for exhibitionism was already common knowledge, and Nishida, of course, didn't miss the opportunity. For three weeks, Kanae was seen exposing herself in parks and public restrooms.
Last time, Yurisa's auction price was over 1.5 million yen, and this time it soared to 2 million. From then on, Nishida would have a higher status at the post office. The price his wife was auctioned off would become a crucial factor in his social standing and a significant reference for promotion opportunities, so the wives were all willing to go on stage and become auction items.
"Alright, let's prepare for the second wife in the auction, Mana from the Mizusawa family. Please come up to the stage," Mr. Ichiro announced loudly into the microphone.
"Hello everyone, I'm Mana from the Mizusawa family. This is my second time participating in the auction. Please support me!" Mana said shyly on stage, and the wooden tag on the collar around her neck read "2."
"Oh, oh, oh~ Miss Mana, the deadline is still three weeks. Why don't you tell us your favorite positions and methods? This can be used as a reference for the auction!" Mr. Ichiro shouted loudly from the side.
"Ah... I'm so shy, everyone. My favorite position is the bitch position, and my asshole is okay too. Please let me swallow every last drop of your masters' semen. I've been enjoying being tortured lately, so please torture me as much as you want!" As soon as Miss Mana finished speaking, almost all the men in the venue were about to erupt in excitement, and Ichiro was somewhat prepared. Mana was probably about to bring the atmosphere to its peak.
"Mr. Mizusawa, it's truly enviable that you have such a wife," Mr. Ichiro said to Mr. Mizusawa in the audience through the microphone, and Mr. Mizusawa waved shyly.
Mr. Mizusawa is the deputy branch manager of the town's bank. Although it's a small branch, he's still a high-ranking manager and holds a certain social standing in the village. Everyone knows about Mr. Mizusawa's wife's beauty; she's already quite famous, and she's one of the highlights of this auction.
"Alright, Mizusawa Mana, the starting bid is 1.5 million. Please... begin bidding." As soon as Ichiro finished speaking, almost half of the men bidding raised their hands. The bidding amount immediately surpassed 2 million, and in just five minutes, it had exceeded 2.5 million. The high amount surprised Ichiro. Although he had already experienced Mana's body, he was still surprised by her popularity. In the last auction, Ichiro himself had won Mana for 2.8 million.
Mana's husband, Mizusawa, was beaming from ear to ear in the audience, but his smile didn't last long. The aggressive bidding by the president of Narita Construction, whom he had offended last year, was making Mizusawa's face grow increasingly grim.
"Okay~ 2.75 million yen once! 2.75 million yen twice... No? Are you sure? 2.75 million yen three times!!
Sold!!
Congratulations to Mr. Narita, President of Narita Construction, for winning the bid!" President Narita had lost to Ichiro last year, so how could he possibly give up this opportunity this year? His determined demeanor amused Village Chief Ichiro.
"Okay, congratulations, Mr. Narita," Village Chief Ichiro shouted into the microphone to the men in the audience, while Mr. Narita, holding a dog leash, slowly walked onto the stage.
Mr. Mizusawa, sitting in the audience, looked utterly embarrassed.
"Alright, Mr. Narita, is there anything you want to say?" Village Chief Ichiro, holding a microphone, interviewed Mr. Narita like a reporter.
"Mr. Mizusawa, my apologies. I won the bid for your wife. Last year, I begged you many times for a loan from your bank, but you refused. Luckily, I made a lot of money this year. Mr. Mizusawa, please let me vent my anger on your wife." President Narita smugly tied the dog leash to Ms. Mana's collar. Mana looked at her husband in the audience with a horrified expression, while Mr. Mizusawa, of course, couldn't utter a single word.
Last year's poor decision not only failed to make the bank money but also offended President Narita. Now, his wife has been outbid by her. Embarrassed, Mr. Mizusawa can only clench his fists and silently endure. His bank boss, Branch Manager Maeda, glares angrily at his foolish subordinate. President Narita's company not only repaid the original debt but also switched its main bank to a rival bank, depriving Branch Manager Maeda of a major client.
This bidding process is filled with awkwardness and helplessness. With Mr. Mizusawa having left early, there's none of the emotion the previous bidding wife felt. As for Mana? Narita Construction has already ordered various torture devices and wooden cages, preparing to give this banker's wife a "happy" three weeks. The 500,000 yen for an extension of one week is also ready.
If the winning bidder wants to extend the period further, the husband of the woman who was bid against cannot refuse, but extensions are limited to one time, and the winning bidder for the extension must pay another fee.
Narita, the president of Narita Construction Company, had prepared a wooden stake, a stake resembling a cross. Mana's hands were fixed to the cross. The stake was heavy, and Mana could only drag it along slowly. Her feet were also shackled with leg irons, the kind only criminals would use. President Narita led Mana along the street on a dog leash, while a young foreman from the construction company stood guard nearby. More and more people gathered on the street, all watching the wife of the bank's vice president, who had just been awarded a contract, being paraded through the streets.
Mana dragged the heavy stake, enduring the jeers of the people on both sides of the street, but her legs were already soaked with her own bodily fluids. It was more like she was enjoying it than being ridiculed. In the construction company, there were many wooden cangues, leg irons, and other wooden instruments of torture. Thinking of this, President Narita smiled slightly, his mind already filled with a whole bunch of perverse ways to torture Mana.
Mana, strapped to a wooden stake, was carried to the park. President Narita looked at her with disdain as he slowly approached, his body emanating a strong odor of sweat. Mana felt nauseous, but she was stuck on the stake, surrounded by carpenters from a construction company, all watching with heightened arousal as the bank's deputy branch manager's wife was reduced to a lamb to the slaughter.
Mana was removed from the stake and replaced with a wooden yoke, a yoke that forced her legs apart, her vulva fully exposed to the men. Shy and embarrassed by the men's lewd stares, Mana experienced a strong physical reaction. Always pampered and married to a promising bank clerk, she had never experienced anything like this before. The thrill of excitement far outweighed any sense of moral shame, especially when President Narita's penis penetrated her; the intense pleasure made Mana scream loudly in the park. President Narita excitedly twisted his waist, controlling the speed of his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of conquest. Mana's mouth was also penetrated by the carpenter's penis. With her hands bound by wooden shackles, Mana could only accept this manipulation, being treated as a sex slave or sex toy. Mana was very clear about her current role: firstly, she was the target of President Narita's revenge against her husband; secondly, she was a public sex toy for Narita Construction. From a noble wife of a bank vice president, she had been reduced to a sex toy for a carpenter's shop. Perhaps one day she would even become a prostitute on the street? Thinking of this, Mana's moans grew louder. Watching the men's penises thrusting in and out of her genitals and mouth, the pleasure in her lower body and the fishy smell in her mouth made the noble Mana enjoy it even more. Being played with and humiliated made Mana uncontrollably become a lowly bitch. Mana probably wouldn't be able to sleep that night. The moonlight in the park was bright, and more and more people were gathering. As for Mana's husband, who had stormed off in anger, he was secretly watching his wife from behind a big tree at the other end of the park, being gang-raped by men. He could only masturbate secretly behind the tree.
"Alright~ What an amazing bidding process... Let's continue by inviting the wives to be auctioned to the stage." Mr. Ichiro, the village chief and auctioneer, continued to host the "event" with a microphone in hand.
"Welcome, Nanako Nakamura, the owner of Larsen Supermarket in Nishida-cho!" Mr. Ichiro shouted loudly.
The audience's attention returned to the stage. Nanako Nakamura's Larsen Supermarket was one of the town's most important stores. The second-generation owner, Nanako, and her husband had inherited the business. Nanako, who had married into the town from distant Tokyo, drew considerable attention due to her unique status as a Tokyoite. Moreover, in only five years of
marriage, she had already participated in three auctions, this being her fourth. These four auctions had successfully helped the supermarket overcome its operational crises. "Let me tell you about my preferences, although you all already know..." Village Chief Ichiro said with a smile, while the audience burst into laughter.
"Oh dear~ Village Chief, I like things from the back~ Don't you know best?" Nanako replied shyly.
"Last time at my house, you clearly wanted everyone to take turns... how did it turn into coming from behind?" Village Chief Ichiro awkwardly replied, while the audience burst into laughter.
"I hope the owner who wins the bid can provide me with the opportunity to be gang-raped, that's what I like the most, otherwise what do you think my husband is doing running a supermarket?" After Nanako finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter again, everyone laughing so hard they were doubled over. The supermarket owner, Mr. Nakamura, covered his face in embarrassment.
"Alright, now let's start bidding for number 3, ownership of Nakamura Nanako, starting price 1.8 million, please place your bids!" After Mr. Ichiro finished speaking, dozens of buyers in the audience raised their hands. In the end, Fujiyoshi Junichiro, the president of Fujiyoshi Manufacturing, won the bid with 2.2 million. Nanako on the stage looked very excited, because Fujiyoshi Manufacturing had nearly 50 employees, which made Nanako very happy.
"Congratulations to President Fujiyoshi for winning the bid..." Village Chief Ichiro announced loudly from the stage. "This is a reward I prepared for my employees. 50 employees, everyone gets a share." As soon as President Fujiyoshi finished speaking, the group of employees behind him burst into laughter. What a great deal! Everyone knew about the beauty of the Larsen Supermarket boss's wife, and now they had the chance to experience it firsthand. 50 employees! This drove Nanako crazy. She was already sitting down on the stage with her legs weak, and her right hand couldn't help but start masturbating. The men below the stage were all dumbfounded, regretting that they hadn't bid earlier. This nymphomaniac must be incredibly exciting to play with.
As if she had received an early New Year's gift, Nanako happily waved to her husband below the stage, then looked at President Fujiyoshi, who was crawling on the ground while holding a dog leash. The president wasn't leading Nanako to his private car, but to the company car used by the employees. It seemed that a chaotic battle was about to take place in the car.
"Ahhhhhh~~ So comfortable, hurry, next one, hurry up and finish!" Nanako slumped in her chair, watching as the next person was the vice president. He walked forward, his penis in hand. Nanako took a deep breath and watched as the vice president's penis entered her vagina, stretching it open and filling it completely. Her anus was also slowly leaking the previous man's fluids. Nanako didn't know who these people were at all, and if she got pregnant, she wouldn't know whose child it was.
As the company's employee bus moved forward, it slowly drove towards the company, and the employees on board were all in high spirits.
Finally arriving at the company, Nanako was led to the rest area by the employees. This rest area also housed a dog, and Nanako was locked next to the doghouse, living with the dog. This was also the place where the employees could "use" Nanako. For the first time, so many people had gathered in the rest area, all ready to have their fill.
The auction inside the venue was still in full swing, and the wives up for auction were getting younger and younger, making the men in the audience increasingly expectant.
Next up on stage was Yuki, the wife of the village chief, Ichiro. This was Ichiro's third wife, and it's undeniable that each of the village chief's wives was more beautiful than the last, making many villagers envious. In addition, the "surplus" from the auctions over the years had not only been used to build many facilities in the village but had also enriched the village chief himself.
Yuki was very young, only 25 years old. After graduating from university, she came to work in the village office and later married the village chief, becoming his wife. Ichiro probably felt he should "give back to the villagers," as this was the second time he had put his wife on the auction stage. The men in the audience swallowed hard, preparing to bid. This village chief's wife was no ordinary woman.
"Starting bid: 2.5 million!" Village Chief Ichiro slowly announced the amount. The men in the audience looked at each other, this was the highest starting bid since the auction began, but it was still very attractive.
"2.8 million... 2.9 million... 3 million... 3.05 million..." Bidding voices rose and fell, various gestures and shouts made everyone feel like they were at a fish market teaching how to sell fish. Ichiro looked at his wife Yuki with pride, feeling confident that he could achieve the highest price in history.
"3.4 million once... 3.4 million twice... 3.4 million three times... Congratulations to Mr. Yoichi Miki, President of Miki Steel Factory, for winning the bid!" Village Chief Ichiro vigorously slammed the auction hammer on the stage, successfully bidding his wife Yuki for the highest opening price in history.
"Yuki, you're in for a treat! President Miki has many stainless steel cages and torture devices, your favorites!" Ichiro shouted to his wife Yuki on the stage, and Yuki smiled shyly.
President Miki and Ichiro were longtime friends. Ichiro, who had visited the Miki family many times, had always been interested in the cages sold by President Miki and had even ordered one before. However, his ex-wife didn't like it, so he never used it again. He hadn't expected his new wife Yuki to like it so much and be familiar with the Miki family's products. Now he could have three weeks of fun.
Yuki watched as heavy shackles were fastened around her feet. These were heavy shackles only used on serious criminals; most people had never even seen them, let alone had them fastened around their feet. But for President Miki, this was commonplace. The heavy shackles were strung together with heavy iron chains, and handcuffs were also fastened around Yuki's hands. A stainless steel collar was also fastened around Yuki's neck. Although the metal was cold, it felt more restrictive and more ruthless than rope. Yuki loved this feeling. As soon as she was shackled, a new thought formed in her mind.
"President Miki..." Yuki, handcuffed and shackled, called out affectionately to Mr. Miki. "What is it, Yuki?" President Miki answered kindly, as if he were concerned for his wife. "I want... I want... to become President Miki's slave, to be locked up like this forever... it doesn't matter how long I'm locked up, I like this feeling..." Yuki answered shyly.
"You already are! You're already my slave..." President Miki said gently to Yuki.
"No... I mean... I mean forever... a lifetime," Yuki said
, blushing. "This..." President Miki looked at Yuki in surprise, listening to every word she uttered with astonishment.
Because President Miki knew perfectly well what Yuki was referring to: the "right to buy out a slave wife." This had to be initiated by the slave wife herself, and the husband, who held the true power, the village chief Ichiro, naturally had the right to refuse. However, given President Miki's wealth, it would be difficult not to sway Village Chief Ichiro's heart.
"One hundred million!!
" Ichiro exclaimed in surprise, holding the phone. Everyone around him was shocked by Ichiro's excitement.
"Okay! I understand. After receiving the fifty million yen deposit today, the divorce agreement will be delivered to President Miki's house immediately. Yuki is yours. The remaining five thousand yen must be received before the divorce registration is confirmed. Is that alright?" Ichiro said into the receiver after calming down a bit. After speaking, Ichiro nodded and hung up the phone. He lit a cigarette by the window and stared at the scenery outside for a long time, because from this moment on, he would forever lose Yuki as his wife.
"Yuki...you are mine..." President Miki said to Yuki.
"Husband...I'm yours now..." Yuki knelt on the ground and said to President Miki.
"Come on, I'll give you a gift, you'll love it...Come with me and see your gift," Miki said, pulling Yuki's handcuffs and leading her away.
"What is it? I'm so excited..." Yuki could only walk slowly, as her feet were shackled like a hardened criminal's, making it difficult to move quickly. But Yuki liked this confinement; this restraint actually made her feel safe.
"It's this..." Miki pointed to the stainless steel cage in the room. "Wow, is this for me?" Yuki looked excitedly at the not-so-large iron cage, brand new and shiny. The entire cage exuded a cold touch, and Yuki's lower body was already wet. Her body, which would get wet just by looking at a cage, made Yuki extremely excited.
"You'll be imprisoned here. Do you like it? You're my prisoner for life, and there's no possibility of parole," President Miki said gently to Yuki. "Mmm, I like it. Thank you, husband," Yuki said, dragging her shackles towards the dog cage. Miki kindly closed the iron cage door.
"Click!!
" The small door of the cage was locked, and the key was put into President Miki's pocket.
From this moment on, Yuki was no longer a wife; she was just a female dog in the Miki family. What was so surprising about a female dog being locked in an iron cage? Looking at the world outside the cage, Yuki didn't miss the feeling of being human at all. Being imprisoned in the cage was a kind of happiness for her.
Speaking of Yuki as a wife, she probably started liking to lock herself in her room from middle school onwards, tying her hands or feet with her father's tie, feeling the tightness of being bound. But she was clueless about what it meant until high school, when she learned about it online and discovered more positions in that area.
Finally, she settled on her preferred method of confinement and restraint—metal restraint. She enjoyed being in a cage; this preference was innate and required little development or training.
This was the village's traditional auction, a custom dating back to the Edo period. Most villagers adhered to this tradition, and the success of the auctions brought wealth to the small village. Gradually, most villagers were no longer short of money and viewed the event as a "festival."
The men in the audience began to stir, for the grand finale of the auction was about to begin: two married women would be auctioned off. What was particularly striking was the relationship between these two women: sisters. Both were married and this was their first time appearing at auction. The winner would receive the service of both sisters at once—a dream come true for many men.
"Starting bid...5 million, the deadline is still three weeks...the auction is now starting..." Ichiro shouted into the microphone, and almost everyone in the audience raised their hands to bid, creating a frenzy.
Arisa and Mami, these two sisters, were already prominent figures in the village. Besides their natural beauty, they were also highly educated, being the first sisters in the village to study abroad and return. Now married, each with two daughters, they were also stunning beauties.
The bidding below the stage never stopped; the high threshold of 5 million was long gone, soaring to 30 million. No wonder there was such enthusiasm this time; after all, winning the bid would grant them the rights to their own sisters and fulfill their life goal of a sisterly union.
"31.5 million once... any more?... 31.5 million twice... really no more?" Ichiro shouted energetically from the stage. It seemed the sisters might finally fall into her hands. "31.5 million three times... Congratulations on the sale! Congratulations to Mrs. Asano for winning the bid for the married sisters Arisa and Mami! Congratulations!" Ichiro shouted from the stage, looking at Mrs. Asano.
Lady Asano was already a well-known noblewoman in the village. Her ancestors had been the lords of the village, and for four generations, almost all the land belonged to the Asano family. They were still the largest landowners in the village. Ichiro knew perfectly well that with Lady Asano's wealth, she could easily have bought up all the slave women at today's auction. However, Lady Asano valued the quality of the slave women, and she was particularly attracted to the sisters' high level of education. She liked highly educated people, and it was even more interesting to have such people doing degrading things.
After paying the full amount in cash, the sisters Arisa and Makoto were taken to one end of the village's shopping street. This was an art gallery, the only one in the village. Its collection of masterpieces far surpassed that of any gallery in the imperial capital, making it famous throughout the country. Almost everyone with a slight interest in and knowledge of art knew of its existence, far surpassing the art centers in the capital.
Several craftsmen were busy at work. The two sisters were "installed" at the entrance of the gallery's interior foyer. Their hands were suspended and fixed high, gripping lamp holders with excellent heat insulation. Powerful vibrators were installed in their lower bodies, and their entire bodies were wrapped like mummies, except for their noses and chests.
This was the "human-shaped art lamp holder" that Mrs. Asano had always wanted to install, right at the entrance of her gallery. The position wasn't high, so visitors could freely touch any part of these human-shaped lamps, but touching the bulbs was not recommended as it could cause burns.
Arisa and Makoto, their eyes covered, were allowed to touch any part of their bodies at will. They didn't know who was touching them and could only let them play with them. After an hour, their legs were already weak, and they could only rely on the leather straps on the wooden frame to keep from collapsing. These highly educated, married sisters were now just two lamps in the gallery... This was something they had never imagined.
Tonight, the night after winning the bid, the 200 million yen in cash was delivered to Arisa and her husband's home. The village's household registration office was even notified to work overtime and completed the divorce and buyout procedures overnight. From today onwards, Arisa and Mami will forever be the "lamp holders" of the gallery.
"It seems we still need a crystal chandelier..." Mrs. Asano stood in the foyer, looking forlornly at the spot above, and muttered to herself.
Mrs. Asano nodded in satisfaction as she looked around her gallery. As she walked inside, there was a standing lamp on the right side of the gallery. This lamp was also a "human-shaped lamp." Her real name was Shirley. She had returned from Cambridge University in England and worked as a teacher. Later, she appeared at the auction and naturally became Mrs. Asano's target. Mrs. Asano, who was on good terms with the village chief Ichiro, always got first-hand information, then locked onto her target and made a bid. Of course, this friendship came at a price. Ichiro always got a cut. Mrs. Asano was well aware of Ichiro's greed, and since she had plenty of money, she naturally catered to his tastes and got what she wanted.
"Oh my, Mrs. Asano is truly generous. You certainly shone brightly at the auction today!" Ichiro held a sake bottle and poured sake for Mrs. Asano. Mrs. Asano, of course, graciously accepted the small sake cup Ichiro poured for her. The two sat in this traditional Japanese private restaurant. Tonight, the restaurant was reserved for only these two guests; other guests were not allowed to enter. The restaurant owner, Mr. Oki, was already used to it. After the auction, the village chief would always book the restaurant for a meal with Mrs. Asano. But what was strange tonight was that it was Mrs. Asano who booked the restaurant, not Mr. Ichiro, the village chief.
"Madam... you actually booked the restaurant before me today. I wonder what brings you here? Please speak freely." Ichiro's straightforward personality always pleased Mrs. Asano.
"Hmm, the village chief is indeed straightforward. The next auction is in two weeks, right..." Mrs. Asano asked. "Yes! That's right, this is the second round of auctions. To maintain the high standards
and quality of the auctions, isn't this the conclusion you and I reached when we expanded the auctions?" The village chief said after downing a small cup of hot sake.
"I want to participate in the next auction..." Mrs. Asano picked up the sake bottle and poured sake for Ichiro as she spoke.
"What's the problem with that? Don't you participate every time? Just for this?" Ichiro smiled as he accepted Mrs. Asano's pour.
"I'll participate as... a slave wife being auctioned off," Mrs. Asano said as she took a sip of sake.
"What!?" Ichiro's surprised expression made Mrs. Asano burst into laughter, as if she had seen a ghost.
"You heard me right, you're participating as a slave wife in the auction," Mrs. Asano said, lighting a cigarette and puffing out white smoke.
"But... the auction item needs to be a married woman... this..." Ichiro said somewhat awkwardly, after all, Mrs. Asano was single.
"That's why I came to you tonight, to smooth over this rule for me, you want... you want me, right?" Mrs. Asano said to Village Chief Ichiro.
"This... Madam..." Ichiro lowered his head shyly and drank his wine.
"It's all settled, I'll cover the bidding fee for you," Mrs. Asano said seriously.
"Madam, you..." Ichiro said happily. "How is it? The deal is done? It's a deal." Madam Asano said, "Okay... I understand! I'll handle it." Ichiro said happily.
Actually, the villagers were unfamiliar with Madam Asano. No one knew whether she was married or not, except for the Asano family. Ichiro knew this, but Madam Asano did have a husband fifteen years ago, but he had died. This past was not well known to the villagers, which was why Ichiro dared to agree.
Desperate to win Madam Asano's heart, Village Chief Ichiro actively handled the auction two weeks later, constantly discussing with Madam Asano what might happen on the day. Finally, the day arrived.
Madam Asano was seventh, which was the last place. Ichiro asked for 100 million yen in preparation funds, which Madam Asano readily agreed to. The 100 million yen in cash was quickly transferred to Ichiro's account the day before.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the last married slave to be auctioned today... please come up to the stage... she is Asano Yukima, also known as Mrs. Asano... the starting bid is 50 million yen," the host, Kazuo, who is also the deputy village chief, shouted on the stage.
"70 million...75 million...90 million! Okay, now it's 90 million...95 million...100 million...Any more? Any more? 100 million once...100 million twice...100 million three times...Sold! Congratulations to our village chief Ichiro for winning the bid!" The deputy village chief shouted on the stage, looking at Ichiro in astonishment. He had no idea that Ichiro was so wealthy, possessing 100 million in cash. It was truly astonishing.
Mrs. Asano put on the collar; now she was merely Ichiro's slave wife. Ichiro walked onto the stage, holding the dog leash, and fastened it to the collar, pulling on Mrs. Asano's neck. She could only crawl off the stage. Ichiro looked on smugly at the envious expressions of the crowd, tightly holding onto the leash.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the noble Mrs. Asano had become Ichiro's slave wife for three weeks, at his mercy, with no right to refuse his demands.
After stepping down, Mrs. Asano signed a consent form behind the scenes, officially beginning her life as a slave wife. Following Ichiro, she returned to his residence. Ichiro had ordered two sets of handcuffs and shackles from President Miki, which were now locked on Mrs. Asano. The only key was in Ichiro's possession.
"I finally got you... Yuki..." Ichiro said triumphantly to Mrs. Asano. "Look at this, the consent form you signed..." Ichiro threw a copy of the consent form in front of Asano.
"This... Ichiro... this isn't what we said... you lied to me..." Mrs. Asano said angrily, looking at the consent form, which stated, "Wife Slave Buyout/Sellout Consent Form, Consent Price: 100 Million Yen."
"You signed this yourself... Didn't you read it carefully when you signed it?" Ichiro said to Mrs. Asano. "You...you're despicable...you took everything from me..." Mrs. Asano's legs went weak as she lay on the tatami mat, looking at the handcuffs and shackles on her hands and feet. Asano, who had only wanted to experience it, had now become a real wife and slave, and had lost all her power. The land, the gallery, and the humanoid lamps had all gone to Ichiro's name. The village's household registration and land administration offices worked overtime overnight to complete the adoption procedures.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Ichiro said to Mrs. Asano. "You...you're right, but..." Before Mrs. Asano could finish speaking, Ichiro's penis was already inside her. She resignedly opened her mouth and sucked on his penis.
"That penis...it stinks...and I'm actually holding it in my mouth...is this what I'm like as a wife's slave?" Mrs. Asano, while sucking on the penis and performing oral sex on the village chief, thought to herself, tears already streaming down her face, because she knew everything was irreversible.
"Not bad, not bad," Ichiro said, standing at the entrance of the gallery in his newly tailored suit. Beside him stood Mr. Higashimura, the Asano family's butler, now Ichiro's personal butler.
"This crystal chandelier was made according to the master's orders. Is the master satisfied?" Higashimura asked, looking at the crystal chandelier above him.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad~ All the crystals are Swarovski? Plus this... Madam, it's simply perfect," Ichiro said, looking at the crystal chandelier. On the chandelier was Madam Asano with her legs spread wide, her vulva wide open, her labia adorned with stainless steel rings and pulled apart by gold chains. Her nose was also pierced with a nose ring and strung with crystal chains, and her nipples were also adorned with nipple rings and strung with crystal chains. The entire "human-shaped crystal chandelier" was made of ten thousand crystals, and its former owner, Madam Asano, had become part of this gallery.
"Higashimura, the next auction of married slaves is tomorrow...?" Ichiro asked Higashimura. "Yes, sir..." Higashimura's butler replied. "Make a call for the new village chief and send over all the information on the married slaves to be auctioned..." Ichiro said, smoking Yukika.
"Yes, I'll contact them immediately," the Higashimura butler replied. "I'm really looking forward to it... the married woman slave auction!" Ichiro said smugly, looking at Asano Yukimai, who had become a crystal chandelier.
The End.
Note: There will be no sequel or continuation to this story, but there may be similar stories in different forms.

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