Japanese SM services

August 4, 1994, sunny, 32 degrees Celsius. Around 4 PM, I had just seen off a guest
when Ms. Kuroda (Shiori Kuroda, section chief) called me to move on to the next task.
I tidied the room as quickly as possible, and before I could even finish cleaning the bathroom, Kuroda brought in two guests
. Following Japanese service customs, I quickly knelt on the floor of the entrance hall and bowed to the guests.　　“Let’s have another competition. The loser buys dinner,” Fishy interjected.
“Okay, I agree. Fishy, how do you suggest we compete?” Charlene chimed in.
“Let him taste your and my urine. Let him judge whose tastes better. How about that?”
“Great idea! Fishy, you’re amazing!” Charlene jumped up excitedly. Fishy
picked up a glass from the coffee table and handed it to me, ordering, “Take this and lie down face up!”
Then she started unbuttoning her orange jeans, making me lie face up on the floor. Fishy pulled her jeans
and black underwear down to her knees and then squatted down on my face.
As I saw Fishy’s buttocks getting closer and closer, I felt a sense of panic. Although I
had drunk girls’ urine a few times before, this was the first time Fishy had squatted down on my face like this, especially
a Western girl.
When Fishy’s labia were only 3 centimeters from my face, I could see that under her golden pubic hair, two
slightly dark, wrinkled petals were opening to the sides, revealing a pink bud in the middle.
"Open your mouth, open it wider! Yes, that's it!" Charlene instructed from the side.
I opened my mouth, staring wide-eyed at Phyllis's moist, pink bud. Just as I was lost
in , a powerful stream of hot urine rushed into my mouth. Because Phyllis's urination was continuous, I could only
swallow it mouthful by mouthful. After about seven or eight mouthfuls, Phyllis's urination finally stopped. After she stopped,
she picked up the glass from my hand, urinated into it about halfway, and then pulled up her pants and stood up.
Phyllis's urine was bitter, and seemed to have a sour taste as well.
Charlene then lifted her tennis skirt, pulled her black underwear down to her knees, took the glass containing half a glass of
urine , and aimed it at her genitals. Charlene urinated into the glass first, and then, like Phyllis, squatted down
on my face.
"Just one sip, please? I really can't drink so much of your holy water! Please, miss!"
Before I could finish speaking, Charlene pressed her labia against my open mouth. A few seconds
later , my mouth was filled with her urine again and again. Only after I
swallowed the dozen or so sips of holy water that had circulated and metabolized through her body, still carrying her body temperature, did Charlene pull up her panties and tennis skirt and stand up.
Fischer pointed to the cup of pale yellow holy water on the floor and said to me, "This is the culmination of Eastern and Western art,
drink it quickly!" Charlene urged me from the side, while taking a stack of yen from her backpack and throwing it in front of me.
"Anyway, one more sip won't make a difference." I looked at the stack of yen on the floor in front of me, steeled my heart, picked up
the cup of holy water, closed my eyes, and drank it down in one gulp.
Charlene's urine seemed very warm, but it only had a slightly salty taste and wasn't hard to swallow. However,
the urine from the two girls mixed together tasted bitter and sour, sour and salty, making me almost vomit.
I sat on the floor, feeling waves of nausea rising in my stomach, but I still forced it down.
In the end, Miss Charlene won. I, on the other hand, was pinned under Fischer's buttocks and received a full 20
slaps.
This service lasted less than two hours, but I received a tip of 50,000 yen.
Japanese SM Service (Continued)
Sunday, August 22, 1995 Sunny 29 degrees Celsius After a week of
fatigue . But when I was sound asleep, two urgent phone calls woke me from my sweet dreams. I
turned over and impatiently picked up the receiver.
"Moshi moshi," I asked in Japanese, a little annoyed.
"Zuo Zhi-kun, this is Youhui (the manager of the club). Come to the tennis court at the ANA Hotel immediately;
the customer wants you to do a service job."
I reluctantly said, "I'm supposed to go out to buy books with a classmate today..."
Before I could finish, Youhui interrupted me, saying, "Don't be ungrateful! If the customer hadn't specifically requested
a Chinese massage, you wouldn't be getting any! Let me tell you, this customer is this year's Miss Tokyo,
someone Kondo-kun admires. Whether you come or not is up to you. I'll be waiting for you at the tennis court in half an hour."
Youhui hung up the phone angrily.
I glanced at the clock: 9:16.
I stretched, hurriedly got up, and rushed to the bathroom. After washing up, I called a taxi to the ANA
Hotel . When I arrived at the tennis court on the 5th floor, Youhui was already waiting there, talking
to a girl in a tennis skirt . 　　She waved me over when she saw me. 　　“This is Zuo Zhi, the Chinese waiter I introduced to you. He’ll be serving you today. You can have him as your slave.” After introducing me to the girl, Yu Hui said to me, “This is Miss Tanaka Mitsuko, the runner-up of this year’s Miss Tokyo pageant. She’s your queen today.” 　　“Please give your orders, Queen. I will obey your every command.” I replied mechanically, bowing my head to Mitsuko . 　　“Alright, let’s talk about everything at my apartment.” 　　I followed Mitsuko and Yu Hui toward the elevator, carefully observing this year’s Miss Tokyo from behind. 　　Mitsuko was indeed very beautiful, with a slender figure about 1.70 meters tall. Her slightly yellow hair was tied into a high ponytail . 　　Especially today, she was wearing a white short jacket, a white tennis skirt, and white tennis shoes, which made her seem like a pure and beautiful angel… 　　Mitsuko’s apartment wasn’t large. Two rooms were connected to the living room on either side. Directly opposite was a small house with a glass roof, containing several pieces of exercise equipment. An orange mat was laid on the floor, which seemed to be Mitsuko’s usual workout area. 　　I knelt on the living room floor, bowing my head to Mitsuko and pleading, "This slave begs the Queen for punishment!" 　　"I'm hardly a Queen. I just heard from Kondo-kun that your SM services are quite unique, and I'm just curious and want to try it." 　　Mitsuko's words instantly made me feel a sense of ease I'd never experienced before while working at the club. 　　"What should I do? Please tell me?" Only 　　after hearing Mitsuko's words did I dare to raise my head. 　　"Today you are my master. You can do whatever you want. This slave is here to receive your discipline and punishment ."

“You haven’t offended me, how can I punish you?” Mitsuko seemed genuinely unfamiliar with SM services.
After I briefly explained my services to her, Mitsuko appeared somewhat confused. However, she
quickly removed her jacket and tennis skirt and lay down on the orange cushion. Mitsuko closed her eyes and issued her
first “queen’s” command: “Crawl over here and give me a good massage first, or I will punish you.”
After saying this, Mitsuko suddenly burst into laughter. Then she added, “Your SM services are like you and I
are acting… Okay, today I’ll be the queen. Let me experience the feeling of SM…”
I knelt beside Mitsuko and began to carefully give her a Chinese massage.
I used very slow and gentle techniques, starting from Mitsuko’s face and gradually moving downwards. I intentionally avoided her
breasts , gently massaging the front of Mitsuko’s body, and then asked Mitsuko to turn over, using acupressure and rolling
techniques to slowly massage her back.
About an hour later, when the massage was finished, I heard Mitsuko
breathing softly—she had fallen asleep.
The midday sun shone through the half-closed blinds, casting zebra stripes on the floor.
Mitsuko lay flat on the cushions with her eyes closed; her fair skin and beautiful curves would
amaze and arouse any man.
I unconsciously pressed my right cheek against Mitsuko's beautiful buttocks, clad in white panties, and began to
rub . As I carefully lifted her panties and gently kissed her buttocks, Mitsuko suddenly spoke:
"So comfortable, you like licking my buttocks?"
I was startled and quickly looked up, trembling with fear, saying, "This slave wants to make the Queen even more comfortable…
The Queen 's buttocks are so beautiful!… So fragrant…"
"Hehe, your mouth is really as professional as Kondo-kun said. How else will you serve me?" Mitsuko
turned over , smiling at me.
Facing Mitsuko, who wasn't actually the Queen, I felt my face flush slightly for the first time, and for the first time, I answered Mitsuko's question with
embarrassment .
“I can lick your feet, it will make you feel more comfortable…”
“Okay, but I haven’t washed them, aren’t you afraid?” Mitsuko still looked at me with a smile.
Being treated so gently by the “Queen” for the first time, I was so moved I almost cried. I crawled to
Mitsuko ’s feet, gently lifted her beautiful left foot, took off her white socks, and pressed her jade-like foot against
my face.
Mitsuko sat up against the wall, deliberately rubbing her beautiful left foot against my face. When Mitsuko’s jade-like
foot touched my nose, I smelled the faint fragrance of sweat emanating from between her toes. I couldn’t help but put
Mitsuko’s toes in my mouth…
I very carefully served Mitsuko’s beautiful feet with my tongue, and Mitsuko occasionally
rubbed her soles against my face. This was the first time I had experienced the pleasure of licking a girl’s feet.
Time passed quickly, and another hour was spent in this excitement.
Suddenly, Mitsuko asked me, "Zuozhi-kun, I want you to give me oral sex, is that alright?"
Hearing Mitsuko's command, I could hardly believe my ears; my heart was pounding…
"Is that alright?" Mitsuko asked again softly.
"Of course, it would be my honor to serve such a beautiful lady as Mitsuko!"
I climbed between Mitsuko's legs and pressed my mouth deeply against her panties.
"Take them off for me, you idiot!"
Mitsuko commanded gently, supporting her hips with both hands.
Excitedly, I pulled down Mitsuko's thin panties and pressed my mouth tightly against her beautiful petals…
A faint "floral fragrance" emanated from between Mitsuko's beautiful petals.
I gently sucked on Mitsuko's two petals, occasionally curling my tongue and inserting it into her flower,
rotating it deeply and shallowly…
I passionately caressed her with my mouth, and Mitsuko occasionally let out satisfied, soft moans.
“Oh, that’s wonderful… I’m producing a lot of fluid, aren’t I?… Do you like my scent?…”
“I like it… Your petals smell so good…” I mumbled in response, my mouth still reluctant to leave her
beautiful, alluring petals.
“Can I sit on your mouth? It would be more comfortable for me.”
Before I could answer, Mitsuko pushed me down onto the cushion, without even asking my
opinion .
Mitsuko sat on my mouth, sometimes moving her hips from side to side, sometimes pressing down hard on my mouth. In no
time, my mouth and face were covered with the sweet nectar from Mitsuko’s petals.
And so, I spent another half hour under Mitsuko’s hips, listening to her soft moans. Mitsuko
was extremely satisfied, and I, too, felt waves of pleasure surging through my lower body, as if I were about to burst…
Mitsuko stood up, looked down at me, and said, “Do you like it?”
“Thank you, Queen, I love it so much. I really want to stay under your petals forever…”
“Hehe, you’re such a good girl,” Mitsuko said with satisfaction, looking down at my face covered in her nectar. I lay between
Mitsuko 's legs, gazing at her satisfied smile, feeling an indescribable sense of contentment.
Mitsuko lifted her right foot and gently rubbed it back and forth on my face.
"Let me wash your face for you, you really look like a good little puppy, hee hee..." At this point, Mitsuko
began to become a little wanton.
I also stuck out my tongue to welcome her wet and soft jade foot...
"Alright, now I command you to carry me to the bathroom, quickly lie down so I can ride on you." Mitsuko issued her
third command.
I carried Mitsuko to the bathroom door, and Mitsuko got off my back, walking towards the bathroom while
turning back to say, "Be a good girl and wait for me at the door, your queen needs to pee, do I look like a queen?"
"Queen Mitsuko!" Just as Mitsuko pulled down her underwear and was about to sit on the toilet, I suddenly
shouted loudly.
Perhaps my shout was too loud and startled Mitsuko, for she suddenly stood up with her underwear still hanging on her legs.
"What's wrong, Zuo Zhi-kun?"
"I think..." I stammered.
"What are you thinking about?" Mitsuko looked at me with a questioning gaze.
"I want to...drink...drink your...holy water." This was the first time I had ever sincerely and willingly asked for it.
"I beg for the girl's holy water.
" "Holy water? What's that?"
"It's...your...urine, Queen!" I looked at Mitsuko's bewildered
face with longing eyes and said timidly.
"You mean you want to drink my urine?" Mitsuko looked at me strangely.
"Yes, please urinate into my mouth!" I pleaded again in a trembling voice.
"How can you drink urine? Aren't you afraid?" Mitsuko still stood there asking me.
"Queen Mitsuko's urine is very sweet, please bestow it upon your slave!" I almost begged.
Mitsuko pulled up her underwear and came out. She walked around the room, my eyes
following . Mitsuko suddenly asked me, "Does being a queen mean giving your slave your urine to drink?"
"Yes, Queen Mitsuko,"
Mitsuko hesitated for a moment.
"Alright then, this is my first time, I'm really so embarrassed."
I excitedly crawled into the bathroom and lay down face up.
"Please, Queen Mitsuko, kneel on my face," I pleaded gently.
Mitsuko walked to my side, looked down at my longing eyes, and said softly, "I've never tried this before...
I pee too much... Don't blame me if I can't stop."
"How could I? I really hope you never stop!"
"Your service is really a bit strange..."
Mitsuko said as she pulled her underwear down to her knees and slowly squatted down on my face. I quickly adjusted my mouth
position , ready to receive Queen Mitsuko's holy water.
After about a minute, Mitsuko suddenly let out a soft "Oh, it's starting."
A stream of heat rushed into my open mouth, and I eagerly welcomed the slightly salty holy water gushing from Mitsuko's body , swallowing it with abandon. Mitsuko's holy water was really plentiful; I only stopped
intermittently after drinking seven or eight mouthfuls . 　　Mitsuko looked down at me and said, "What does it taste like?" 　　"Incredibly delicious," I praised softly, looking at Mitsuko's flushed cheeks. 　　"I'm so sorry for making you drink so much, but I really can't stop. Please forgive me." Mitsuko seemed very embarrassed. 　　"Thank you, Queen Mitsuko, for bestowing upon your slave the sweet holy water." I raised my head and pressed my lips to Mitsuko's wet petals once more... 　　On the way home, Mitsuko drove me and told me many of her novel experiences of the day. When , I unexpectedly received a hug from Mitsuko, and of course, the reward for that service. 　　Japanese SM Service (Continued Part 2) 　　April 17, 1996, Sunny Taking advantage of the school's spring break, I took 7 days off to go back to China to visit my parents, because I hadn't gone home for the Spring Festival that year, and it would be too unfilial not to go home again. 　　The short six days in Beijing passed in the blink of an eye. Although I didn't get to visit many of my friends, I had to return to Japan again. 　　Because I had been partying with friends too late the night before and had drunk a lot of alcohol, I rushed the plane was under maintenance. Helpless, I had to wait in the waiting room. I quickly fell asleep with my only travel bag in my arms. When the airport staff woke me up, I found that I was the only one left in the huge waiting room. I picked up my travel bag and ran to the plane. Soon after I sat down, the plane began to taxi. 　　A flight attendant's gentle voice came from the plane: "Thank you for flying with ANA to Tokyo..." 　　I still felt a bit of a headache, so I grabbed the newspaper from the back of the seat in front of me, covered my face, closed my eyes, and prepared to go back to sleep. 　　I don't know how much time passed before I was woken up by the elderly Japanese woman next to me. 　　"Excuse me, I need to go out for a bit, sorry to bother you!" 　　I removed the newspaper from my face and reluctantly made way for her. I opened that day's Yomiuri Shimbun and read it absentmindedly, actually just to wait for the old lady to return before going back to sleep, so I wouldn't be woken up again. 　　At this moment, the flight attendants started serving drinks, and suddenly a very familiar voice rang in my ears: "Excuse me, sir, would you like something to drink?" 　　I looked up and saw that the flight attendant standing next to me was none other than Ms. Kimi, who often came to me for service. When our eyes met, we were both stunned. 　　"Mr. Saji, welcome aboard my flight, would you like something to drink?" 　　"How come it's you?" I asked in surprise. 　　"Please don't say anything. I'll tell you later. What would you like to drink?" 　　She quickly regained her composure, acting as if nothing had happened. 　　Only now did I realize that Kimi was an ANA flight attendant; her previous claim of working at a coffee shop was just a lie. 　　Today, Kimi was wearing a flight attendant uniform, her long hair usually styled in a bun, making her look exceptionally professional and capable —a stark contrast to her usual casual attire. If she weren't a regular customer, I wouldn't have recognized her at first glance. 　　"You know what I like to drink, right? Do you provide it on the plane?" I teased her deliberately. 　　Kimi smiled, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "I know you like my holy water, right?" 　　I looked at her mysterious smile and continued teasing her. 　　"But there aren't any in your cart. How am I supposed to drink?" 　　Kimi smiled, turned to pour drinks for other customers, then ignored me and continued pushing her cart forward. 　　After the old lady returned, I covered myself with the newspaper and continued daydreaming, completely oblivious. 　　I don't know how much time passed before Qimei gently woke me up, leaned down and whispered in my ear, " Come find me in the back cabin in 5 minutes, I've prepared a drink for you." 　　Watching Qimei's departing figure, I was so excited that I was wide awake. 　　Five minutes later, I got up and casually walked towards the back cabin. In the distance, I saw Qimei and several flight attendants clearing away the passengers' used trays. When I got to their side, Qimei said to her colleague, "My Chinese friends, it's been so long! We'll be right back up, please!" 　　The Boeing 747 has two levels. In addition to the first-class cabin, the upper level also has a small lounge for the flight attendants . The small lounge is only 6 or 7 square meters, with mats all around, and only a narrow carpeted aisle at the door .

The plane flew smoothly above the clouds, the only sound the roar of the engines.
Unexpectedly, Rie really did slap me twice.
"Stand up, go back to your seat..."
I returned to my seat, reclined the backrest, closed my eyes, and recalled
the "aerial adventure" that had just taken place over the past ten minutes. Savoring the lingering taste of the holy water in my mouth, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction, and before I knew it,
sleepiness had returned...
"Please straighten your seat back and fasten your seatbelt, the plane is about to land." I opened my sleepy eyes,
and there before me was Rie's gentle smile.

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