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Namio Harukawa – Garden of Domina
May
Namio Harukawa Femdom Art
“A short, bald man—old for his 58 years—Akiyama Haruo was, despite his displeasing looks, a corporate leader who commanded the attention of his industry. First working in the research and development division of a major cosmetics manufacturer, Haruo soon found himself promoted to a top managerial position. Unburdened by a woman who might depend on him, he took risks that only bachelorhood could allow, and by 40, he had begun his own company. Working like a dog paid off for Haruo. Within a decade, this little man had built up a major cosmetics line, was running an operation with more than 150 employees, and had become president of Lady Luster, one of the country’s leading cosmetic firms. Namio Harukawa Femdom Art.
The advertising was effective too. Word spread fast among the young women. And, it became time to shoot a new television commercial. It was there, on the shoot, that Haruo met Ohara Kana, the company model. Overwhelmed by the beauty emanating from her voluptuous body, all that little Haruo could do was to earnestly grasp Kana’s hand.
Before long, Kana’s message was being broadcast across the country: “Glisten with Lady Luster! And wrap a man around your finger!””
After the shoot,
“After the shoot, Haruo tormented himself with thoughts of Kana. He knew any man would surrender himself to that glistening body. And he knew, too, that even if he were wrong, he still just had to get to know her better. Forgetting his age and his self-control too, Haruo contacted Kana. His next move was to get a hotel suite.
On the appointed day, as Haruo sat in the room he’d reserved, the sound of knocking was followed by Kana’s smiling face. “Mr. President, hello! Have you been well?” And to the voluptuous bust that was closing in, Haruo announced, “Kana-san, I’m sorry to bother you when you are so busy, but I have to ask you something.” Before he had even finished these words, he had thrown himself against Kana. Not missing a beat, Kana nimbly caught Haruo’s head with her two hands and pressed it firmly to her breast.
“I’m so… sorry. Please forgive me. Oh… Owww. That hurts. Please forgive me.”
Kana suggested to Haruo
“Kana suggested to Haruo, kneeling as he was by her feet, that he take the sofa. But Haruo flatly refused. “Me, on the sofa?! How could I when this is my true position?” With tears brimming in his eyes, Haruo looked up towards Kana and confessed his masochistic nature.
“I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
“Please make me your slave, Miss Kana. I want you to sit on me with your tremendous oshiri.”
“Tremendous… why, there’s no reason to be rude… But, yes, my oshiri certainly is large.”
“It’s magnificent. Please use me as your faithful manservant. I’ll agree to any conditions you name.”
“So, you want to be my slave. That’s fine with me.” Removing her panties and tossing them aside, Kana thrust her hips right into Haruo’s line of sight. And, in a dream come true, the little man buried his face into the magnificent valley between them.
“Ho Ho Ho What a charming sight you are. Crying as your face buries itself in my oshiri… Well, then, cry yourself some more tears!”
Slowly
“Slowly entranced by a feeling of superiority over this puny, little man with his teary face planted in her ass, Kana ordered Haruo to lie on his back on the sofa. Haruo wasted no time in placing his head on the armrest and his body on the sofa. In an instant, he was covered by those tremendous hips.
“I’m going to let you see how heavy my oshiri is. Who knows? If really I put my full weight on it, your face will be crushed. Go on, now! Say something!”
“W-w… wha… what bliss! I… I… it hurts.”
Puffing at her cigarette, Kana lowered herself further upon him.
“Your face is lodged right in my oshiri. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so victorious. You’re struggling now. Come on, now, suffer it some more.”
Eventually Haruo, who had first been writhing in pain, ceased to move.”
Kana slapped her hand
“Kana slapped her hand against the unconscious Haruo’s cheek. When coming to, he shed a single tear. At first pleased to settle her bottom onto the toilet seat, Kana finally raised her voice. “There’s no paper here. What am I going to do?”
Prostrate in front of the bowl, Haruo meekly suggested, “Please use my tongue.”
“You hopeless pervert! Go ahead, then! Use your tongue to clean it. Clean the hole to my oshiri. Yes, go deeper. How do you feel now?”
“I’m in heaven. I could die now. Thank you very much. Actually, I hid the toilet paper. Will you please forgive me for that?”
“You’re lucky. I’ll be kind enough to make you my slave. But I require complete submission. If you disobey me, you’re dead.”
“You’re going to make me an employee at your company. And you’re to call me Mistress Kana, when it’s just the two of us. I will call you Haru. In addition to my regular salary, you’ll provide me with a million yen allowance per month. And, yes, I’ll be taking the two million out there on the table. You understand? If you understand, you should open your mouth. Alright, here goes…”
A week later,
“A week later, Kana appeared for work at Lady Luster. Knowing that Haruo, always very presidential in his double-breasted suit, was in fact her faithful slave, Kana felt a newfound ambition well up within her.
Haruo called for a company-wide meeting in order to introduce Kana to all his employees. Her beautiful stature—she was a tall woman at over 190 cm—took the assembled audience by surprise.
“I am delighted to welcome to Lady Luster today Ohara Kana. I think you are all familiar with Ms. Ohara’s career playing for the All-Japan Volleyball Team and her work in modeling, where she has won the support of many of Japan’s women. Ms. Ohara will be joining us as Chief of Secretarial Staff in our General Affairs Division.”
The company’s male employees were intrigued not only by Kana’s sudden promotion to Secretarial Chief but also at her voluptuous bust and hips, shimmying as she walked before them.
Mr. Kimura, the head of the Sales Division, couldn’t control himself, and patted her oshiri. But Kana corrected him at the end of the day.
“You’re a dirty little man, Kimura. If you’re so curious about my oshiri, I’ll show you what it’s really like.”
She pinned him down and lowered those tremendous hips onto his face [190 cm = 6’3”]”
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Even while they were at work
“Even while they were at work, the male employees would shadow Kana’s oshiri with their eyes. This made Kana all the more determined to reform the outdated custom whereby women staff made tea for the men.
The male employees were ignorant of the power of a woman—and ignorant too of the power in an oshiri. So, Kana took to wearing mini-skirts and strutting about the office. The men had even more trouble getting their work done. Accounting Manager Mr. Yamamoto couldn’t stop himself reaching for a feel. Kana stopped him as he made his way out of the office one day.
“If you like oshiri so very much, then you’d better inspect one.” She tied Yamamoto’s arms to the leg of an office chair. Then as she lowered her waist so that her oshiri would touch his face, she took a sip of coffee.
“See, here is the oshiri you like so much.” Kana pressed herself against his face. “I’ll make you suffer more. Reach out your tongue and take a lick. Oh, you’re not reaching. Alright, now, open your mouth. I’m going to pass some gas. Ha Ha Ha!”
Within a month
“Within a month of Kana’s joining the firm, twenty of the male employees had received Kana’s private discipline. One day, Matsumoto, who worked in the same section, was ordered to stay behind.
“You opened my locker and sniffed my panties, didn’t you, Matsumoto?”
“I’m very sorry. Please forgive me.”
“I’ll consider forgiving you if you follow my orders.”
“Ms. Ohara, I’ll do whatever you say.”
Sitting on the desk, Kana removed her panties and opened her legs wide for Matsumoto to see.
“Come on now, boy. Come take a lick. Not my panties… the real thing.”
Matsumoto timidly approached Kana’s crevice, and as he pushed his way through the thick of her bush, he stuck out a desperate tongue.
“I can feel your tongue. Now, try to make me feel good. Lick more. Ahh… now that’s good.”
When Kana shut her brawny thighs, Matsumoto became immobilized by her indomitable body.”
Within two months
“Within two months, Kana had conquered each and every Lady Luster male employee with her oshiri. Both the male employees, obedient as they were to Kana, and the female employees, witnesses to Kana’s beauty which was growing by the day, fell passionately for her, and the mood of the office transformed. Providing a primer for the other female employees, Kana frequently positioned the men under her bottom and tormented them.
“Maeda, do you know what time it is? You’re late again today.”
Kana’s powerful palm struck Maeda’s cheek. “I am truly very sorry. Please forgive me.”
“I certainly will not, as you show no remorse.”
Kana tied Maeda’s arms behind his back and placed his head, facing upwards, upon a chair. Lowering her panties, she began to slap the frightened Maeda with her tremendous bottom.
“You’ll be working all day like this. Cry all you like, I won’t change my mind. When you feel the weight of this oshiri, it should remind you of the burden of your responsibilities. Under the weight of my oshiri, you can go ahead and faint right in front of all the women employees here.”
Just a short year
“Just a short year after she’d joined Lady Luster, Ohara Kana was promoted to an executive position. Not a soul in the company dared oppose Kana, and things always happened just as she wanted them. Kana called Mr. Kimura from Sales over to the President’s office.
“Ms. Ohara, wh… what might be the problem?”
“You’re in Sales, and you don’t even know how to address someone politely? I’ll teach you. Get your clothes off and get over here. Hurry up!”
Having tied up Kimura, now reduced to his underpants, Kana turned to Haruo. Towering in front of Haruo, she stuck out her massive buttocks and ordered Kimura below:
“Hurry up and put your face in my oshiri. Come on now, push it deeper.” Kimura suffered in the expansive valley. “Just look at yourself, right in front of the President.”
“Now stick out your tongue. You’re not reaching far enough.” Kana spread open her bottom with her hands. “Finally, you’ve reached the hole. Go on now, boy, and lick. Very good.” Towards Haruo, who was looking on jealously, Kana offered a faint smile and a wink.”
Kana made Haruo sit on the sofa
Kana made Haruo sit on the sofa, climbed onto his knees, and spread her legs. She then ordered Kimura, “Come here and please me. Your tongue has talent.”
Kimura slid onto his stomach between Kana’s legs and pushed his face into the crevice. Kana enjoyed the moment, half-closing her eyes in pleasure while taking a puff from her cigarette. When she opened her thighs, Kimura dove into Kana’s intimacy and furiously moved his tongue.
“That’s good. Your tongue is excellent. Now more, just there. Watch out! Now, apply suction.” Kimura moved his tongue and continued sucking. “It’s so good.”
“Let me tell you one thing. Your entertainment expenses must be reduced. Am I not right? If you disagree, now is the time to say it… That’s what I thought. Hohoho! Your tongue isn’t moving well. I want you to lick deeper. Aahh, there we go.”
Noticing Haruo
Noticing Haruo, who was suffering under her weight with a sad face, Kana got up from her knees and hugged him. Haruo’s face was completely enveloped in Kana’s extra-large chest. “The president looks so adorable, buried in my opulent chest! Here, I know you want to suffer a little more.” Kana squeezed Haruo even tighter and shifted her buttocks off the sofa.
“Kimura! Use your tongue slowly around my asshole. Good… now, point your tongue as deep as possible. Deeper! Even deeper. Yes, you’re there! Now, move your tongue inside. It’s a wonderful sensation.”
Of course, Kimura was suffering, but he was also lost deep in his fantasy: serving the beautiful Kana, who had risen so brilliantly in the company and who had proven herself so competent. If only he could serve her forever, Kimura thought, crying as he moved his tongue back and forth.
After many hours of service
After many hours of service, Kimura was released, but Kana realized something important in the process: Haruo couldn’t help but be jealous at the sight of Kimura, and not of himself, being held tightly by Kana. Returning to Haruo, Kana slapped the puny man. “That surprised you, didn’t it?? You looked so miserable while Kimura was serving me. But it made me feel so good. Watching your jealousy was pure delight. Very well now, slave Haruo, strip!”
Kana straddled the President’s chair and showed her enormous buttocks for Haruo to worship. “Lick them!” Haruo instantly pressed his face between Kana’s large buttocks. “Mistress Kana, I have a request for you. I love Mistress Kana’s divine rear so much that I could die for it. As useless as I am, I would like Mistress Kana to keep me under her wonderful buttocks until the day I die. Could Mistress Kana replace me as President so that I may live my life as Mistress Kana’s slave?”
“As you wish… But I have conditions if I am to keep you. You will put nothing in your mouth that hasn’t come out of my body. And you will clean my house tirelessly and with devotion every day. You know, the house I bought thanks to your monthly tribute… Ahaha! Do you understand? If so, then open your mouth. Here is your first meal! Hahaha!… PRRRRFFFFFFFT… Huugh…”
A week later,
A week later, citing health reasons, Akiyama Haruo resigned from his position as President of Lady Luster. Kana was directly appointed as Haruo’s successor, President of the company. Kana had moved into a luxury apartment in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. In the room adjacent to Kana’s bedroom was a metal cage. Haruo had entirely given his life to Kana. Kana shuddered with pleasure at holding a man’s fate in her hands.
While bathing in her new bathtub, Kana called her slave. The naked, frail man hurried over instantly, driven by both his desire and his fear of his Mistress. “Lie on your back, and place your head on the stool.”
The sublime and formidable buttocks crushed the face of the lying slave.
“How does it feel under my big butt, my little slave? I wonder if your face isn’t shrinking, it seems to go deeper and deeper into my ass. Hahaha!! Or maybe, since I’ve gained weight thanks to all the meals you tirelessly prepare for me, my butt has grown too. I’ll show you how heavy it’s become.”
Kana lifted her legs and feet, then placed all her weight on Haruo’s face. “From today on, you’ll live your life under my huge behind. Isn’t it wonderful? Oh, you’ve stopped moving… Did you faint again? PFFROOOOFFT…”
“Ohh… It’s your fault I fart, slave! Your meals are rich, endure my flatulence in return… “PRRRFFFFFT”… Mmh…”
Upon waking up in the morning,
Upon waking up in the morning, Kana would search the cage and feed Haruo her urine. After this ritual, Haruo was released to prepare Kana’s breakfast. If she didn’t need to defecate, Haruo would go hungry until evening. Thinking of Haruo, Kana did everything she could to avoid using the company’s toilets. At home, Haruo didn’t have time to rest.
Indeed, his day began with washing the sheets, bath towels, and dirty laundry. During this time, he had to chase away every speck of dust before cleaning the floor of the house twice. Finally, preparing Mistress’s meal for the evening, as well as the midday lunch for work, was Haruo’s last task to accomplish. Eventually, the sound of Kana opening the door could be heard.
After getting changed, Kana would climb onto the cage and sit on Haruo’s face. “You were waiting, I know. Tee, hee, hee. I brought back Megumi’s clothes. I told her I’d wash her things until she finds a new washing machine. You can add that to your list of chores, slave! Hahaha!”
Kana lit a cigarette and enjoyed the sensation of Haruo’s tongue. “Lick it well. Make sure I can hear how delicious it is for you. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, here it comes. Suck a little. I’m going… yes, I’m going.” The enormous steaming turd slid directly into Haruo’s mouth, which he feverishly chewed.
“Eat it all. There are more coming. If you don’t eat it fast, it’s going to overflow. Hohoho!
When I see you so desperate, I feel so good. But there’s still a long way to go. My bladder is just full of piss. Isn’t it wonderful to have a handyman with such guttural talent?”
