The New Gaijin Slave at Naomi's Tokyo Bar

Fumiko: “Wait, Bartender Naomi, you’re saying this gaijin--this white guy--agreed to this? Agreed to be the slave for us girls at your bar?”

Naomi: “Not only agreed. He was practically begging me.”

Akira: “Wait! So you’re telling me that there are some guys who actually want to have a woman sit on their face, crush their nose, stop them from breathing, hell, maybe even fart in their face? Why the hell?! Just to be close to a woman?”

Naomi: “Not just any woman--an Asian goddess like us. Oh, you’d be surprised how many there are. There are some guys who would do so much more than that...”

Emi: “This is disgusting! Perverted! And yet... Strangely intriguing.”

Naomi: “You’re right. He is a disgusting perv. Don’t you think he should be punished?”

Emi: “Em... I guess so.”

Fumiko: “How did you meet him?”

Naomi: “Just another loser from Tinder. Unlike most of them, he was at least trying to be gentlemanly enough to earn a trip to my apartment. He was surprised when he saw what I had in my bedroom. I tied him down and pleasured myself on him, all while teasing him to the breaking point, and he, as you might guess, was the type to get excited. He nearly creamed himself just from my rubbing my ass on his face.”

Fumiko: “Then what?”

Naomi: “I was in the process of kicking him out after I got what I wanted. But he was begging. He said, ‘Please let me be your boyfriend!’ I said, ‘No, I don’t need a boyfriend.’ He said, ‘Well, just let me be close to you. I’ll do anything for you.’ I said I really didn’t need him for anything. I could find another. I said... Well, I let him keep begging and degrading himself until finally he suggested what you see here.”

Emi: “A man’s face installed in a bar stool of sorts...”

Naomi: “Yeah, it can be a bar stool, or you can use it as an ottoman to rest your legs, or you can lower it down towards the floor and use it as a foot rest. It really gives you a lot of freedom. He might have volunteered to be the slave to the girlies here at my bar, but I led him down that path, and I designed the contraption.”

Emi: “Oh, you are bad! Haha!”

Emi [speaking to the man in the box]: “What a loser you are! You don’t know what you’re in for!!!”

Akira: “He’s gonna get... erect... when we sit on him?”

Naomi: “I’m sure he’ll be excited, but he won’t get erect. That’s for sure. His dick is locked in a tiny cage.”