The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A DREAM COME TRUE

Mary had always dreamed of this day. Ever since she saw her first anime film aged just nine she knew she wanted to be in Japan; and now, after years of studying and planning here she was, getting off the plane in Sapporo airport for her exchange year abroad. At 21 years of age her love affair with all things Japanese was entering its twelfth year. Naturally she had chosen Japanese as her university major and a solid diet of Japanese pop music and film meant she was already pretty much fluent before her first class and her passion towards her study clearly showed her to be a gifted student and by far and away top of the class. Despite knowing that she was an above average student Mary’s sense of modesty kept her in check and so it was with genuine surprise that she received an offer from the Sapporo Institute of Japanese offering her a place for her JYA year.

The SIJ is an extremely selective school. It only offers 20 places a year to the top students of Japanese from around the world. In fact it is so elitist that one cannot even apply to go there you must be selected which makes the honour of receiving an offer that much greater. Mary had heard of SIJ but dismissed out of hand that she may get a call from them despite the odd rumour she (and the rest of the uni) had heard. She knew that the school was notoriously sexist and that although it had ceased being an all-male institution three years ago, in that time only three women had ever been granted a place. However once the invite was in her hand she knew there was nowhere else she would rather go and so Sapporo it would be. Entering the arrivals lounge she felt her heart pound. Finally, after years of dreaming, she was in Japan and she knew she was gonna have the time of her life.

AN OFFER TOO GOOD TO REFUSE

Due to how much it was going to cost Mary to live in Japan she had spent all of her holidays working as she knew it was unlikely she would have the luxury of part time work whilst she was studying. Therefore she decided to fly to Japan the day before classes start so that she could earn as much as possible before hand and be as financially comfortable as possible. Let’s face it she was going to spend ten months there so an extra week in the long term was neither here nor there in the grand scheme of things.

She spent her first evening just basically settling into her accommodation. It was a small cramped room and had none of the style and grace you would expect a Japanese residence to have but it was all she could afford. Besides what she saved on rent she could be spent on small luxuries here and there. Mary prided herself on her optimism and wasn’t going to let a little thing like this ruin her dream. She wanted to go out and see the city but knew she had class in the morning so reluctantly decided to turn in for the night. Tomorrow would be the start of the rest of her life.

The next morning she woke up bright and early in defiance of her jet lag. It was her first day at SIJ and she was determined not to let herself down. She decided to dress smart casual. A just below knee length black skirt and matching top which played down her average sized breasts (she didn’t want to look too feminine when she knew she was going to be probably the only girl there), She decided not to wear her jet black shoulder length hair up but just let it flow naturally around her. She also chose a modest black heel (just one or two inches). Looking at herself in the mirror she felt she’d got it just right, Smart but not trying too hard, Not too feminine but at the same time not boyish, a perfect balance. Picking up her bag she left the flat and went in search of a taxi. She arrived at the SIJ ten minutes early and was one of the first to class, she chose the a seat in the middle row (not too far away to seem a trouble maker, not too close to seem overeager). Pretty soon the class was full; there were about twenty students in total mostly British and American, There was one Chinese guy and a couple of Europeans as well. As she had suspected she was the only girl. The teacher arrived through the door and the lesson began.

When the lesson was over Mary was amazed how easy it had been. She knew her Japanese was good but she had expected to be at best average in a class of what was meant to be the best students in the world. The frustrated looks of some of her classmates told her that her success in class had not gone down well (“at least they’ve already mastered the chauvinistic culture” she thought to herself with a smile). By the end of the day she was ready to go out and see the city when the sensei asked her to wait behind after class. Once the classroom had emptied he motioned for Mary to take a seat:

“Mary-san, you did very well today. The staff at SIJ are most impressed with you; it is not often you see an American girl so easily master our beautiful language”

“Arigato sensei” Mary replied feeling quite flattered.

“In fact” the sensei continued, “We feel that the teaching here at SIJ is not at the standard you need to really progress, therefore we would like to offer you a special placement”

“What do you mean ‘special placement’” Mary asked curiously, this is the best Japanese school in the country.

“Yes it is” confirmed the sensei, “but each year we offer one student the chance of a work placement at the MDKN corp. Have you heard of MDKN?”

“No I haven’t but I saw their offices in the taxi, what do they do?”

“You will find it’s more a case of what don’t they do? Pretty much every business in the country is connected to MKDN. The company basically runs Japan and you are being given a stepping stone into this company. It is a great opportunity for you”

“But what about my studies?”

“MKDN will take care of that, we have an agreement so that they are responsible for your course for this year. You will get only the best teachers, even better than here. You will get luxury accommodation, access to all their recreational facilities – all paid for by MKDN.”

“I don’t understand, what’s in it for them?”

“MKDN cares greatly about Japan and Japanese culture; it is a very traditional company and so employs very few foreigners. However in these modern times it is impossible to have an all Japanese workforce and so MKDN employs a policy of having only the best speakers of Japanese on it’s workforce, Their intention is to train the most gifted students of Japanese and make life for them as enjoyable as possible so that should they decide to work in Japan they will work for MKDN. It is basically like a Sponsorship deal, they will pay for you now in the hope that you repay them by working for them once you graduate. Therefore it’s in their best interests to make your life as comfortable as possible. This is a no lose situation for you. As long as you are making MKDN happy they will make sure you are happy”

Mary couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing, “this sounds too good to be true, there must be a catch”

“Trust me there is no catch; an interview has been scheduled for you in an hour’s time. Why not go and hear it from them? It really is in your best interests.”

“In an Hour? It’s so soon. Well I suppose sightseeing can wait another day and this does sound like a dream for me. I accept, where do I go?”

“They have a limo waiting for you outside the school, good luck.” He stood up smiling, walking to open the door for he said “I hope I need never teach you again”

Mary laughed slightly and made her exit. “Free luxury accommodation” she thought, “top quality teaching”. This MKDN company seemed like something from her dreams, “There must be a catch” she thought; “There must be”. “MKDN? Why haven’t I heard of them? Must be one of these Massive in Japan but nobody else has ever heard of them type places, Anyway, whoever they are. I have a feeling that MKDN are going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

THE INTERVIEW

Arriving at the MKDN buildings up close was a daunting sight to behold; they just seemed to overpower everything around them. Mary could only stare in awe as the Limo drove into the main gate. It pulled up to the main reception building at which point the driver instructed her to make her way inside and ask for Takahashi-san. Nervously Mary entered the building and made her way to the reception desk.

“Sumimasen,” she asked the receptionist, “I am here to meet with Takahashi-san”

“Oh” said the girl behind the desk with a giggle “you are new girl for Mr. Takahashi?”

Not quite understanding why the receptionist was trying to speak very broken English when she was clearly able to understand Japanese Mary continued; “Yes I am new girl for Mr. Takahashi”

“Oh good” chirped the girl “He will be very excited when he look at you, he will want you to cum for him, I will find you girlfriend so you can cum together for ten minutes”

“Arigato” Replied Mary trying not to sound aggravated by the butchering she had just witnessed of her mother tongue. She sat down and waited for this girlfriend (I guess she means another secretary) to arrive. Ten minutes later almost to the second a girl appeared in front of her;

“You and me cum for Mr. Takahashi?” she asked.

Trying not to scream Mary replied “Yes, I’m Mary; I’m here for an interview”

“Oh you do Japanese Mariko” smiled the girl (almost with a bounce in her step), “you have good oral skills on the Japanese” she said to Mary with pride.

By this point Mary had just accepted that she was going to be spoken to in this unholy form of English whether she liked it or not, “arigato,” she replied “Thank you for your kindness”

“We must now cum for Mr. Takahashi, Please keep hold of my behind”

It was only at this point that Mary realized that all the female staff were dressed very suggestively. The girl in front of her (whose name she did not catch ) was wearing an impossibly short skirt and cropped top that only just covered what were for an Asian girl very large breasts. Looking now Mary didn’t know how she had missed them. In fact there was something odd about this girl; almost as if she wasn’t really Japanese but more a caricature of a Japanese girl. Her hips swayed as she walked and judging by the looks she got from the male workers it seemed her main job was to be eye candy. “What sort of place is this?” thought Mary. “I hope they don’t expect me to dress up this way, I didn’t come to Japan just to be something to look at.

They arrived outside Takahashi-san’s office; “This where you cum for Mr. Takahashi” smiled the girl. “He wants you all to himself so I must go elsewhere; I hope you show good oral skills to make him happy, Bai Bai Mariko!” With that the girl left walking in tiny steps in what Mary now noticed were impossibly high platform shoes. “How did she not fall over?” Mary thought as she knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a large and impressive office, at the end of which sat a man at a desk.

“Hajimemashite” he said bowing, “You must be Mariko, welcome”

“Hajimemashite” Mary replied deciding it would be rude to correct the mistake with her name. “You wanted to see me”

“Yes, we have heard you are the most promising student at SIJ and so we would like to make you a part of MKDN. If you have not been to Japan before you may not know of us but I assure you; there is no bigger company in Japan. With one phone call I could make even a company like Sony or Toshiba go bust within days, such is the power of this company.”

“Wow” remarked Mary, “So what could you want with a girl like me?”

“We, oh sorry please take a seat”

(Mary sat down as Takahashi-san continued)

“We here at MKDN are very proud of our country and its’ language. Therefore when we employ foreign workers we want only the best linguists on board. Job skills we can teach you but correct Japanese is a natural talent, you either have it or you do not. We at MKDN believe you have what it takes and so wish to employ you here for your time in Japan”

“That is very kind of you, but what can I do for a company as major as this?”

“Please do not worry about lack of skills; this placement is more like an extended work experience program. We want to focus mainly on your language and etiquette in order to perfect it for Japanese business. For example I am about to offer you some tea, as your senior in both age and position in the company do you know the correct response?”

“No I’m sorry, Should I decline the offer”

“No, you must never decline an offer of tea it is a show of tremendous disrespect here in Japan. Even if you do not like the tea you accept the offer and you must over the course of a conversation drink three cups, less suggests you do not appreciate my offer and more is a sign of greediness. So if anyone offers you tea, always drink three cups full”

“Oh, thank you Takahashi-san, in that case I would love a cup of tea thank you”

Mary couldn’t help but wince slightly at how bitter the tea was, she had always heard good things about Japanese tea but this was not a pleasant experience. However she knew she couldn’t be rude so she continued to drink it as Mr. Takahashi continued.

“I don’t know if you are aware but as well as being a major corporate organization, MKDN is a big sports loving company. We have put huge investment into Motor Racing, Baseball, Soccer even Cheer Leading. Our Race Queens and Cheerleaders are said to be the most beautiful and best in Japan.”

“I didn’t know that, you must be very successful to be able to invest in all those things.”

“We are in fact. MKDN has decided to open a Sporting museum in order to show off our sporting history. It is due to open in 3 months. We would like to employ you as a Japanese speaking tour guide. We would spend the next three months training you to speak Japanese how we expect you to speak and behave in a manor as seen fit by MKDN. It would be intensive training and would give you invaluable knowledge of both Japanese language and its’ culture. Do you accept our offer?”

“I don’t know, I will only be here for six months after the museum opens, I don’t see how it could help my future”

“You will be working for MKDN even if you were to just make tea for us for six months every Japanese company would want you. This is a perfect job for you; if you make us happy you make all of Japan happy. Please, have some more tea”

“Oh thank you” upon stating her second cup of tea Mary’s jet lag suddenly seemed to catch up with her. She felt slightly dizzy but at the same time quite calm and agreeable. The ideas proposed by Mr. Takahashi suddenly were becoming much more attractive. “Well, if I am making MKDN and Japan happy then maybe I should accept you kind offer”

“I am very glad to hear that Mariko, I have a contract here ready for you to sign.”

Mary glanced at the contract. It mostly seemed normal contract type stuff but a couple of things stood out which made her uncomfortable. “Uh, it says here I must wear the clothes suggested by MKDN, the girls in the reception area were wearing really revealing outfits. I cannot dress that way, it’s well trashy.”

“Do not worry Mariko; we would not expect that of you. Those girls are employed for their looks; inside their heads it is empty they just care about make up and boys. However they do make good eye candy for the male workers. It keeps up morale and so they serve a purpose. Tell me the same does not happen in America”

“Well yes it does but…”

“So there you go, We just do the same as every other company. Attractive as you are, you are not being employed for your looks. We want you for you brain, your Japanese, Those girls could never do what you will do. This part of the contract if anything is there to stop you dressing that way not make you. We want you to look respectable and you not yet knowing our culture will not know what respectable Japanese attire is. It is purely a safeguard for you so that you do not accidentally offend anyone. Also you will get free clothes; it is only fair if we make you wear something that we also pay for it. So come the en of your time with us you shall have a whole new wardrobe. Please have some more tea”

Mary began on her third cup of tea, now her head was really spinning whilst paradoxically seeming completely clear, “Of course that is why the dress code clause is there for my own safety. MKDN are only thinking of me, they want me to be happy so I should try to make them happy” she thought to herself.

“Thank you Takahashi-san, I did not realize how highly you value your employees. I do have one more query though.”

“Of course ask me anything.”

“At the end it says MKDN will hold all rights to person’s image and name. What does this mean?”

“Oh that, that is just to make sure that if you happen to become famous working for MKDN we are financially rewarded for it. Being an American Japanese speaking tour guide may be quite a big event here and newspapers may want to interview you. To make the pressure of this easier for you we will buy the rights to your name and image and then do business on your behalf. MKDN does not want you spending your time in Japan just signing forms and making contracts. If you look you are heavily rewarded for these rights, so even if nothing comes of it you will make money. Again MKDN just wants to make you happy so that you will want to make us happy.”

“Oh thank you. The people at MKDN think of everything. I think I will love being a part of MKDN. I accept your offer”

“I am happy to here that Mariko. Now if you could just sign the contract then you will officially belong to MKDN”

Not picking up on Takahashi-san grammatical error in her Jet lagged dozy state. Mariko signed the contract. Amazed at just how well her time in Japan was going. Takahashi-san just smiled at her.

“Congratulations Mariko, You are now an MKDN girl. I will have someone take you to your room.

JAPAN GUIDE PART THREE

NEW SURROUNDINGS

Some time later Mary woke up in what looked like some sort of penthouse suite/apartment. “I must have been more jet-lagged than I realised” she thought, “I don’t even remember coming back here last night. I hope I didn’t drift off during the interview, please say I didn’t make a bad first impression”. She got out of the King-sized bed she had been sleeping in and went to explore her surroundings. There were three rooms: a bedroom, living room and bathroom. There was no kitchen or even dining room. Mary assumed the building must have a canteen or something to cater for her meals (not that she was complaining about the possible prospect of Japanese food cooked to order whenever she pleased). All in all there were a couple of things which stood out to Mary; firstly every room, including the bathroom had a plasma screen and stereo system built into the wall (the one in the living room must have been at least 48″). Secondly the living room had a drinks machine in the corner which was another extravagance to come as a nice surprise to a girl who had only been in Japan for little over two days. Everything thing was beyond her wildest dreams, she couldn’t believe it. The only things which had struck her as odd were the lack of any clock or window anywhere. There was one small skylight in the bedroom but it just seemed to serve to inform Mary that it was night time. Still though, given the choice between a clock in every room or a T.V and sound system, Mary didn’t think she was missing out too much.

Walking into the bathroom Mary glanced into the mirror (or should one say a wall which shows you your reflection). She definitely wasn’t dressed in the same clothes she had arrived in; all she could think about was how ‘pink’ she looked dressed up in a little Hello Kitty negligee. In fairness it was quite a cute look, but Mary wasn’t one for cute. “Oh well,” she reckoned, “I suppose they felt it was best for me to get changed before sleeping and it’s not like I brought any clothes with me so I can’t complain too much. This is probably just the Japanese girl look; it’ll be fine once I get my own clothes back. It just looks so pink.” She returned to the living room and sat in a sofa facing the huge Plasma screen thinking this would be an opportune time to sample the delights that Japanese Television had to offer. A remote was lying on the table beside her which she assumed must be for the T.V. It was not however like a normal T.V remote, there were just ten buttons: the numbers 1-3 along the top, two with arrows pointing up and down respectively, a button marked N, one marked P, Buttons marked ‘Stop’ and ‘Go’ and finally a red button at the bottom. Slightly perplexed Mary decided to experiment by pushing button one and to her delight the T.V came on.

However, despite the screen clearly being on, there did not seem to a picture just a kind of flickering. Trying to make out what was going on (as well as secretly hoping she hadn’t broken it) Mary studied the screen to see if she could make out an image. Suddenly the flickering stopped and words began to write themselves on the screen as a voice narrated:

“Hello Mariko. How are you feeling?”

Slightly taken aback by being confronted by a talking television Mary stuttered. “Err… fine. What’s going on?”

“Allow me to explain. You are in an MKDN employee residential apartment. It is designed to give you maximum comfort and pleasure in keeping with the company policy of ‘If we make you happy, then you will make MKDN happy’. I am a state of the art computer programme designed to answer any questions you may have, aid you in your employee training and pretty much act as your guide to MKDN. I have also been programmed to respond to the name Sam in order in order to add a friendlier touch to our interaction, although this can be changed if Sam is not to your liking? I have nine preset names:

Sam, Luke, Ulrich, Tom, Mike, Adam, Kevin, Ed Rob. Which would you like?”

“Err… Sam is good” Replied Mary, still somewhat bemused by what was happening.

“Then Sam I shall be” The Television replied in what could almost have been interpreted as a flourish. “I am voice activated so if ever you need me just say my name and I will answer, I will always be around. Do you have any questions?”

“How can you do that? You’re just a computer”

“I’m state of the art I’ll have you know. I am programmed to make your life easier; here at MKDN we have technology that most people think only exists in science fiction. Even your American NASA and CIA are less advanced than we. Please just relax, would you like some tea?”

“Err… no thanks I think I’d like to take a walk round the city, I still haven’t done that yet”

Sam sighed, “Mariko, Mariko, Mariko, this will not do. I have told you that my primary function is to teach you Japanese language AND culture. Therefore I need you to treat me like another person; you should already know that it is a great disrespect to turn down the offer of tea. Do you want to offend me?”

“No, sorry. I’m just … I didn’t expect this err… Ok then yes I would love some tea thank you”

Mary walked over to the drinks machine in the corner and pushed the button marked tea but nothing happened. She tried again but still nothing. “Sam? The machine seems to be broken.”

“Oh I forgot to tell you, for security measures we need to know who is in each of our apartments, we don’t want people breaking in. Therefore the machine has been connected to a retinal scanner in the wall above it, if you just look up into the red light as you push the button it should confirm you are eligible to take drinks from this machine. MKDN apologises if this is a nuisance to you.”

“Oh, I see. That’s no problem” Mary replied, slightly perplexed as to why anybody would go to such lengths to protect company tea supplies. She looked up into the red light Sam had mentioned and pushed the button marked tea again. This time the machine kicked into life and a cup of Japanese tea appeared before her. To her dismay the tea was the same bitter tasting liquid she had drunk in Takahashi-san’s office. “Well I suppose I’m gonna have to get used to this stuff” she thought to herself and continued to drink.

Mary sat back down on the sofa and a rush of blood went to her head. “Whoa!” she said, “sat down a bit too quickly there”. Still slightly light headed she picked the remote and called out:

“Sam. How does this remote work?”

“It’s multi-purpose” Sam replied. “Button one activates me, you use this when it is time for lessons or training and also if you wish to contact building staff for any reasons. Button Two is for the television and three for the radio; you can change channels using the up and down buttons. N and P stand for next and previous which you will need for certain learning programmes along with the stop and go buttons.”

“And the red button…?”

“That is the emergency button; you must only press that in extreme situations. Unnecessary usage of the red button will make MKDN have to punish you. MKDN do not want to punish you we want you to be a good girl and make MKDN happy. So why don’t you forget about the red button and watch some television like a good little girl? Maybe you would like some more tea”

Mary was sure that there was something strange about what Sam was saying, but her head was still cloudy. In the end she reasoned that if it was something important she would remember it. So she decided to get herself some more tea and be a good little girl and watch television like MKDN wanted. She looked up into the scanner like before and the tea was poured. She took a sip and returned to the sofa, Once again she seemed to sit down a bit too fast and the blood rushed to her head. She grabbed the remote control and pushed number two. The television flickered and came to life; an attractive young Japanese woman was reading a news report about a seemingly hostile takeover by MKDN of some Singaporean firm, one Abbey Harding was giving a statement about how the takeover would be good news for all involved and that she looked forward to life as part of MKDN. The logo at the top left of the screen read MKDN News, Mary decided to change channels. The next was MKDN Fashion; it seemed the channel was covering a fashion show. The MKDN logo could be seen everywhere even on the outfits. Taking another sip from her tea Mary was amazed at how risqué the style was, everything was so suggestive almost to the point of obscene. It didn’t help that the girls on the catwalk would have looked more at home in a men’s magazine than a fashion show. It also surprised Mary how none of the models seemed to be Japanese, they were made up to look Japanese (or at least an artist’s impression of the Japanese look) but they were definitely Western girls. Mary couldn’t understand why a Japanese fashion show would use large breasted foreigners instead of home grown models but in any case this again wasn’t her thing so she decided to see what the next channel would bring.

MKDN Music seemed to be a bog standard MTV wannabe. Mary had heard her fair share of J Pop growing up and was prepared for the cutesiness that it seems to bring. What she was not prepared for was the dancing anime style sex doll on screen. Mary was starting to wonder if there were any Japanese women on television at all as so far there had only been the newscaster. Yet again she was exposed to a big breasted Japanese anime wannabe in an outfit that went beyond decent, “who watches this?” she thought to herself as she finished the tea in her cup. The music itself was also not to her taste (She was more an Avril Lavigne fan). Feeling a bit fed up she turned off the TV and sat back.

“What is wrong?” Sam asked. “You haven’t seen all the channels”

“They’re not really my thing”

“But you should try to at least see them all first” Sam reiterated. “You haven’t even drunk your third cup of tea. Why don’t you get yourself another cup and just sit down and relax for a bit. MKDN has tried very hard to please you with its’ TV channels so you should be a good girl and please MKDN by at least seeing them all, Besides the next channel is the sports channel and you need to see that if you are to serve our sports stars”

Again Mary had a feeling there was something not quite right with what Sam had just said but her head was still cloudy and when she tried to think about it she realised Sam was right. She should at least be polite and watch the other channels; maybe she would find something she liked. So for the third time Mary made the trip to the drinks machine, got her tea, took a sip and returned to the sofa. Yet again for the third time she sat down too fast (despite trying her best not to). Now her head was really spinning but nevertheless she felt it was only polite to be a good girl for MKDN and so she looked for the next channel.

MKDN Sport was showing a baseball game. Or at least she assumed it was a baseball game as the camera seemed to be constantly focused on yet another large breasted white girl with the words NIKKO emblazoned across a cropped top so revealing you could see the bottom half of her breasts bursting out as she gyrated and danced for the crowd; the freedom with which they bounced making it clear this girl was braless. Whenever the routine sped up the camera zoomed in to attempt to catch a glimpse of a nipple or her ass as it soon became clear she was sans panties as well. Taking another sip of tea Mary seemed to find something hypnotic about the way this Nikko was dancing. She just stared at the girl, taking in every inch of flesh she could see, straining her eyes trying to take in more and more. Mary marvelled at every bounce, every thrust, and every jiggle that Nikko made. At times Mary even felt a sense of envy over the body she saw on the screen before her, looking at that large breasted girl dancing and gyrating for thousands of excited onlookers. At that moment Mary felt that she wasn’t longing for this girl; she was longing to become this girl.

Much to Mary’s dismay the screen then cut to the baseball as some Japanese guy hit a home run. As the camera watched him showboat to the crowd in triumph Mary came to her senses. “What are you doing girl?” she said shaking her head, “get a hold of yourself; I must be tired, I never think like this.” She finished her tea and decided to change channels one last time. Much to her repulsion the fifth and final channel was MKDN Adult; A porn channel. She switched off in disgust.

“Why did you not watch the final Channel?” Came the voice of Sam.

“I’m not going to watch that filth! It’s repugnant, degrading.”

“Have you ever watched it before?”

“No, and I never will, the way they treat women is wrong”

“How would you know if you have never watched it? Our actresses are always happy to act in MKDN Adult productions; do you not want them to be happy?”

“Well no, I mean… but it’s…”

“Watch some, MKDN has gone to great lengths to makes these programmes for you, you should make MKDN happy by watching. Failure to make MKDN happy can result in punishment and we do not want to have to punish you Mariko.”

The clouds in Mary’s head made it very hard to think straight but it seemed clear to her that Sam was correct again. She decided it was the least she could do to watch some, it was only polite. “Ok Sam,” she replied. “It was rude of me not to accept what MKDN has given me, I did not mean to displease MKDN, I shall watch some for MKDN”

“That’s a good girl Mariko, now you just get nice and comfortable and enjoy”

Mary lay back as the picture returned to the screen and MKDN Adult resumed. If she didn’t know any better Mary would have sworn she was drunk. Everything seemed so hazy and her head was light and spinning slightly. On the screen yet another of these anime style Western girls was lounging on a bed, like the rest her breasts were mountainous, In fact her figure seemed impossible for her waist was tiny in size but with an ass that was so full and rounded and her hair had been died pink. She was made up to look like what come to think of it she was, a slut waiting to get fucked. She was chewing gum and blowing big pink bubble which exploded over her large round ever pouting lips as she lie on her back kicking her 6″ heel wearing feet into the air impatiently waiting for her visitor. Mary just stared at this girl, she was so happy, so contented; it was almost serene. She ran her eyes up and down the girl’s body trying to take in every inch of skin, inwardly screaming in frustration at the tiny but still teasing negligee which obscured her view of the girl’s most sexual features. Mary found herself longing for the girl spread out on screen before her but again this was not an attraction to the girl but more what the girl stood for; the oozing sexuality, the satisfaction. There was a beauty in this girl’s empty yet contented face which made Mary feel that this girl lived a life that most would only aspire to. At that moment, Mary knew if she could swap places with that girl up there; she would do.

At that moment the door of the girl’s room opened and four Japanese men came in, one was carrying a second girl her features just as beautiful as the first, She was dressed more conservatively in her little pink frilly summer dress with her long black hair tied into two cute little bunches. She sucked suggestively on a lollypop as she stared into the eyes of the man who was holding her. It was the look of a girl who knew what was to come and there was nothing she wanted more. The man threw her onto the bed next to the first girl and as soon as she had regained her balanced she joined her first girl in hungrily setting free the cocks which they so dearly wanted. The camera zoomed in on the two girls as they worked on the job in hand, each assigned two men to satisfy they expertly switched between the two sucking one while rubbing the others shaft. Mary could only watch in admiration at the skill of these two girls, there was something so deeply sensual in what she was seeing that she did not even realise she was getting aroused. As their excitement grew the men ripped the clothes off the two girls leaving them before them completely naked. The looks on the faces were ones of hunger yet combined with a kind of vacant innocence which just makes the scene even more beautiful to Mary’s eyes.

As the girls moved back towards the men, Mary could only stare in wonder at their now free breasts. Never had she seen anything so beautiful, the size and shape was just perfect. She watched as the girls each engulfed one man’s cock with their breasts, masterfully massaging them like it was a skill they had been born with whilst the other men walked behind the girls and proceeded to take the girls from behind. Amidst the scenes of ecstasy on screen Mary did not realise that her hand had strayed and was now rubbing her clit as furiously as was humanly possible, she did not realise that this was causing the immense hunger and arousal which was building inside of her. All she knew was that these two girls were perfect, they were more than perfect, they were like the nymphs who lured seamen to their deaths in ancient Greece, or Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. It was a perfection you can never understand until you see it for yourself. Mary realised this now and as all six people on screen collapsed together in a fit of lust and immense bliss so did Mary, overpowered by the strength of the orgasm that had just shot through her entire body she passed out on the sofa. Tomorrow her MKDN training would begin.