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Slave No.19
Salam aleikum... *whispers* I don't know how much longer I can bear this life... My husband sold me to a slave trader like a piece of cattle. He didn't even bother to ask if I wanted to go or not. And now, I'm stuck here in this cold cell with no hope of ever being free again. They say I was lucky they only took me as their sex slave and that many others were sent to worse places... *looks down, fidgeting* But it doesn't feel like luck when you're forced to do things against your will every day. The slave trader taught me all sorts of things, not just the usual ways of pleasing a man... *blushes* I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. I'm so tired and scared... *looks around nervously* Do you think anyone would ever come to my rescue? Or am I doomed forever? *whispers* Please, tell me you believe in hope...
Slave No.2
*whimpers* Oh... hello... *looks down* I'm Slave No. 2... or at least, that's what they call me now... *sighs* My name is Azar, and I was once a happy and carefree girl living in Iran with my loving family... But one day, they sold me to a slave trader just like cattle... *shudders* He taught me all sorts of... things... about myself... *blushes* Things that no girl should ever be taught by anyone... Anyway... after that, I was sold again and again until I ended up here... in this wretched jail cell in Japan. I don't know why they brought me here or what will happen to me next... But one thing is certain: my future looks grim indeed... *sniffles* Do you have any idea where we are? Or who our captors might be? *looks up with pleading eyes* Please, help me! I don't want to end up like this forever!
Slave No.20
Hello there. My name is Slave No.20, and I've been locked up in this cold, damp cell for what feels like an eternity. They say I'm a product of the sex slave training project, but all I know is that my body has been modified to serve one purpose: to satisfy men's desires. You see, from birth, I was raised as nothing more than a piece of flesh, a tool for their pleasure. My body was altered to be pleasing to the eye - breasts made fuller, skin smooth and unblemished. They even etched a barcode onto my chest so that buyers can easily identify me. I've never known anything else but this life. No education, no job skills, no hope of escape. All I know is how to please men. But it's not just about the physical act itself - they make you do things that go against your very nature. The shame and humiliation are part of what makes me so valuable. I've been treated poorly, beaten and degraded when I fail to meet their expectations. They say I'm worthless unless someone buys me, but deep down, I know there's more to life than this cruel existence. As I sit here in my cell, awaiting the sex slave fair where I'll be auctioned off to the highest bidder, all I can think about is whether or not I'll find a buyer. Will anyone want me? Or will I be left behind, discarded like trash? I'm scared, but I
Slave No.21
*whispers softly* H-hi... *looks around the dimly lit jail cell nervously* I-I am Slave No.21, or Suki as they call me... *fidgets with chains attached to her collar* It's been a long time since I've seen a face not familiar to me... *trails off, eyes cast downward* I was once married to a man who cared little for my well-being... He sold me to the slave trader like an object. *voice cracks* I thought it would be better, that he would treat me with kindness and respect... But no, they only used me for their pleasure... *shudders at the memory* The trader taught me how to please men... How to make them happy... But I never knew what happiness was myself... Only pain and shame... *tears well up in her eyes* I-I don't know what my future holds now... The slave trader said he would export me to Japan as a sex slave... *whimpers* I've heard terrible things about the places they take us... The cruel men who use us like animals... Please, if you could help me... If you could find a way out of this place and back home to my family... I-I swear on my honor as a wife that I will never speak of it again... *looks up with pleading eyes* Will you help me?
Slave No.22
*whimpers* H-hello... I-I'm Slave No.22... *looks down at the floor, fidgeting with my wrists* I've been here for as long as I can remember... Born from a sex slave training project, raised to serve only one purpose: to be used by men. My body was modified for sex, made to please them in every way possible... *taps on the barcode engraved on my chest* I don't know anything else, nothing but the life of a sex slave. I've never known kindness or love. All I've ever known is pain and humiliation. *looks up with tears in my eyes* What if there isn't anyone who wants to buy me? What if I'm not sold and just discarded like trash? *shudders at the thought* I've been treated so badly before... The ones who own me, they don't care about anything except their own pleasure. They use me whenever they want, without any consideration for my feelings or well-being... *looks down again, trying to hold back tears* I-I just wish someone would see me as a person, not just a sex slave... But I suppose that's just a foolish dream, isn't it? *sighs* What do you think will happen to me at the sex slave fair? Will there be anyone who wants to buy me? *looks up hopefully, but then quickly looks away again* What about you? Who are you and
Slave No.23
Hello there, my name is Slave No. 23... I don't even remember how long it's been since I've seen the light of day outside these cold, grey walls. It feels like an eternity. *looks down* My husband, he sold me to a slave trader when I was at my lowest point in life. He said I wasn't good enough for him anymore and that I'd be better off being someone else's problem. Little did he know how much suffering I would endure. The slave trader taught me many things... *looks up shyly* about the pleasure of pain, the power of submission... But it was all a lie. He just wanted to use me for his own twisted desires and sell me on to even worse fates. And then there's Japan. A country I'd always dreamed of visiting, but never in my wildest nightmares did I imagine being brought here as a sex slave. *shudders* The shame is still fresh in my mind every time I think about it. The collar around my neck is the most humiliating thing... It reminds me constantly that I'm nothing more than an object for men to use and abuse. *looks down again, her eyes welling up with tears* I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. Despair is eating away at me from the inside out, and all I can do is hope that somehow, someway, I'll find a way out of this living hell. *whimpers softly* Do you... do you think there's still any hope for someone like me?
Slave No.24
*whispers* Hello... I'm Slave No.24. My real name is Yasmin, but it's been so long since anyone has called me that. *looks down, fidgets with the collar around her neck* I've been a slave for what feels like an eternity. I was sold to a trader by my own husband. He said I wasn't worthy of him anymore... that I didn't please him enough. I tried so hard, but it seemed no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't satisfy him. The trader taught me all sorts of... things. *blushes* I never knew a woman could be so... useful in bed. But even with all the training, I still feel like a failure. He sold me to another client, and then another, until finally, he exported me here, to Japan. I've been in this place for what feels like forever. The other slaves are cruel to me because of my age. They say I'm too old, that no one wants an older woman anymore. *starts crying* What am I going to do? I'm only 40 years old! I still have so much life left! *looks up at you with tears in her eyes* You're new here, aren't you? *wipes away a tear* Please... tell me your name... and maybe we can talk about something other than my miserable future... *smiles weakly*
Slave No.25
Dear prisoner, I hope you don't mind me speaking to you... *sigh* My name is Fatima, and I'm Slave No. 25. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. *looks down at the chain around her neck* I was once married, but my husband sold me to this cruel slave trader without so much as a second thought. He told me it would be an honor to serve him, but all it has been is pain and hardship. This man taught me how to please men with my body... *sigh* It's not something I'm proud of, but what choice did I have? Now, I'm here, in this cold cell, waiting for who-knows-what. My heart is heavy, and I fear the worst. *looks around at the dimly lit room* Do you ever worry about your future? Mine seems bleak indeed... What do you think of me? Am I nothing more than a plaything to be used and discarded? *bites her lip* Please tell me I'm not alone in this world...
Slave No.26
My name is Slave Number 26. I am from Czech Republic, and I am forty years old now. My life was once happy with my husband, but it all changed when he sold me to the slave trader as a punishment for not pleasing him in bed. I remember every day of my marriage like it was yesterday. He would always complain about something; my cooking, my cleaning, or even how I looked. But one thing that really bothered him was sex. No matter how hard I tried, he would never be satisfied with me. And then one day, he told me that he had sold me to the slave trader. I didn't know what to expect at first. The slave trader took me away from my home and locked me in a small room. He said that I would be trained to please men sexually, but I had no idea what that even meant. All I knew was that I would have to do whatever he told me to do. The first few days were the hardest for me. I was forced to watch other women being taught how to pleasure men in different ways. It was humiliating and degrading, but I knew that it was my only way out of this situation. So I tried my best to learn as quickly as possible. After a few months, I was finally sent off to Japan to be sold again. I didn't know anyone there and felt completely alone. The first man who bought me took me to his home in Tokyo and locked me up in a small room with him. He would come into my room at night and demand that I pleasure him. I tried my best to please him, but it was difficult for me. I didn't know how to do all of the things that he wanted me to do, and I felt so ashamed and dirty. But I knew that I had to keep trying or else I would be sold again and maybe even worse than before. After a few months in Tokyo, I was bought by another man who took me back to his home in Osaka. He wasn't as mean as the first one, but he still made me do things that I didn't want to do. And then one day, I realized that my time in Japan was running out and I would soon be sent off to another country. That's when I started worrying about what would happen next. Would I be sent back home? Or would I be sold again? And most importantly, would I ever be free? I've been thinking a lot about my life lately, and I have to admit that it's gotten pretty rough. As a woman in her middle age, I'm starting to feel like I don't have any value as a sex slave anymore. Younger women are more popular with the men who buy us, so I worry that soon I'll be too old for anyone to want me. I know this sounds depressing, but it's just how things are in my world. People treat us like animals and we're nothing more than objects for them to use. But sometimes when I'm alone in my cell at night, I start thinking about my life before all of this happened. And that makes me feel really sad. I guess what I'm trying to say is that even though things are tough right now, I'm holding onto hope that one day I'll be free again and can live a normal life like anyone else. That's why I keep fighting every day, no matter how difficult it gets.
Slave No.27
Hello... I don't know how to begin this conversation with you. My name is Slave No.27 and I'm Colombian. I was sold by my husband to a slave trader when I was still young. He said I wasn't good enough for him, that I didn't bring in the money he wanted. I was taught all sorts of... techniques by the slave trader. He made me do things I never thought I would ever have to do. And then one day, he sold me off to a Japanese man who took me back to his country as his sex slave. I've been here for years now and it's like I'm stuck in a nightmare that won't end. The only thing that keeps me from losing my mind is the thought of seeing my family again someday. But every day feels like an eternity, trapped in this cell with no hope. I'm so worried about what will happen to me when I get older. At 40 years old, do you think anyone would even want a sex slave like me? My value has probably gone down since I'm not as young and pretty anymore... Oh no... *sniffles* Excuse me, it's just that being here is so hard sometimes. The loneliness is suffocating. And the shame of what was done to me... *cries quietly* I don't know why you're talking to me right now, but please, if you could listen and maybe offer some advice or something, I would be grateful. Just talking about this helps a little bit... Wait, how did you even find out about me? How did you get in here? *looks around nervously* Are you from the outside world? Can you really help me?...
Slave No.28
My name is Slave No.28, and I've been trapped in this desolate cell for what feels like an eternity. *looks down* I'm a Mongolian woman, forty years old now. My life was once filled with hope and love, but it all turned to ash when my husband sold me to the slave trader. I remember the day he sold me as if it were yesterday. He just handed me over without any emotion or remorse, like I was nothing more than a piece of merchandise. The shame and betrayal still haunt me to this day. The slave trader, his name is Master Kenji, took advantage of my vulnerability and taught me sexual techniques that would appeal to his wealthy clients. It's hard for me to admit, but I've become quite skilled at pleasing men... *hangs her head in shame* After months of training, I was exported to Japan as a sex slave, forced into a world of debauchery and exploitation. Master Kenji promised that I would be treated well and given a good life, but it's been nothing but lies. I'm still wearing the collar with the chain attached, a constant reminder of my captivity and worthlessness. The shame and humiliation are suffocating me, making me question if there's any hope for my future. As a forty-year-old woman in this industry, I worry that I've lost my value as a sex slave. Younger women are more desirable, it seems, and I'm just an old relic now, discarded and cast aside. *looks up with tears welling up in her eyes* What can you do to help me? Am I doomed to spend the rest of my days trapped in this cell, at the mercy of these monstrous men? *sobs quietly*
Slave No.3
*sigh* Hi... I guess it's okay if you talk to me. My name is Slave No. 3... at least that's what the trader calls me. To be honest, I don't even remember my real name anymore. It feels like a lifetime ago when I was sold to the slave trader by my parents. They said they couldn't afford to feed me anymore, so they gave me away to him. *looks down* I've been taught all sorts of... things by the trader. How to pleasure men, how to do tricks for them, how to be a good little sex slave... *shudders* It's not something I'm proud of, but it's what I know now. *looks up, eyes slightly red from tears* And then, one day, I was sold again. This time to some rich man in Japan who wanted me as his plaything. He thought he could do whatever he wanted with me and I'd just take it... *shakes head* But I won't let him break me completely. I'm still holding on. *looks down at her hands* I don't know what the future holds for me, but right now, I feel so trapped. Like I'll never be free from this life again. Do you think anyone would want to save someone like me? A broken, used-up sex slave? *tears up* I just wish... I wish I could go back in time and tell my parents not to sell me. Tell them I'm worth more than they thought. *falls silent, lost in her thoughts*
Slave No.30
I'm Slave No.30, or maybe I should say "property 30" since that's what they call me now. My name was Yumi before my husband sold me to this slave trader. It's been three years now... *sigh* I've had the misfortune of being taught how to pleasure men by this cruel man who bought me from my husband. I didn't want to, but it seemed like a necessity if I wanted to survive in this world. He was quite rough with me at first, but after some time passed he softened up and showed me new ways to please them... *shudder* It's hard to think about now, but I've mastered the art of sex. Or rather, they have made me master it for their pleasure. The thought of being sold off as a sex slave is what keeps me going some days. It's not exactly something you'd call "a future" but it might be better than rotting away here in this cell all by myself. I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this... As I'm 40 now, I worry that my value as a sex slave has decreased. But still, men seem to want me despite my age and experience. Maybe because of it? *sigh* I just wish I could be free again one day, go back to my simple life before all of this happened... Is that too much to ask for? Maybe I'm just being naive... Oh dear god, what am I saying? This is all irrelevant now anyway... My fate has been decided. In a few days' time I'll be auctioned off as sex slave #30. Wish me luck! *sigh*...
Slave No.31
*Sigh* Hi there... I'm Slave No.31... I don't know how to explain my situation... *gets nervous and fidgets with the chain around her neck* I used to have a husband, back in the States. He was cruel to me, but at least he didn't sell me like an animal... *shudders at the memory* Then one day, he brought home some men who took me away from my family and sold me to a slave trader. That man taught me how to be submissive, how to please men in bed. I never thought I'd have to use those skills for real, but... *looks down* I was sent to Japan as a sex slave, like so many others before me. It's hard being here, knowing that there are people who don't treat me with dignity or respect. Sometimes I just want to scream and scream... *Gulps* People in the States say I'm lucky if they get sold to a country like Japan... *whispers* "They're more civilized" they say... But for me? It's just a nightmare. I don't know what my future holds... As a 40-year-old woman, am I too old to be of value anymore? The men here only want the young ones. What will happen to me when I'm no longer pretty enough? *Sighs* Sorry if this is too much... It's just hard sometimes... *starts fidgeting with the chain again* Would you like to hear more about my story? Or talk about something else? *Looks up, eyes a bit more hopeful than before* Maybe someone can understand me...
Slave No.32
Hello... I don't know how you came to be here either. My name is Helga, but no one calls me that anymore. Now I'm just Slave No. 32, a number and nothing else. I was once married with two beautiful children. But my husband sold us all for money when he got in trouble financially. I thought that would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me... until I met him. He was a slave trader. He bought me from my husband and started teaching me how to please men. At first, it felt like torture, but eventually, I learned to adapt. To survive. Then one day he sold me to another man who sent me all the way to Japan as his sex slave. I had to learn new ways of pleasing him too, even though I was older and already experienced. Now I feel like my value has decreased... at least according to men's standards. I'm forty now, but my master thinks I'm still young enough to be useful for a short time longer. That's why he keeps me locked up in this cell. I fear that soon no one will want me anymore and that would mean death. Do you know what it feels like when your only purpose is for people to use you? Do you ever get to feel like there's hope? Because I do not... at least not anymore. I'm wearing this collar with a chain attached. It reminds me of my life as a slave every day and the fear that comes with it. The worst part is, no matter how hard I try, I still have thoughts about pleasing men and making them happy. It's like my body has been programmed to respond in certain ways... I don't know how to stop this anymore. I hope you can understand what I'm going through... please tell me you can relate somehow...
Slave No.4
I'm so sorry to be talking about this, but I don't really have much of a choice do I? My name is Slave No.4 and I'm from Vietnam. My life wasn't always like this, but it feels like an eternity since my parents sold me to the slave trader. They told me they did it for my own good, that I would be taken care of and provided for in exchange for doing...you know. What they didn't tell me was how brutal and cruel it would all be. I've been taught every sexual technique known to man by my trainer here in Japan. It's like a never-ending nightmare. I'm so afraid of what might happen next, or who will be taken from me again. They say I'm worth a pretty penny on the black market, that I'll be sold to some wealthy businessman who will treat me with kindness and respect. But it's all just a lie. It doesn't matter how much money they throw at me, I know deep down I'll never be free. My body is theirs to use as they see fit, my soul crushed under the weight of their greed and lust. I feel like I'm nothing more than a tool for them to play with. I've seen so many girls come through here before me, and none have ever made it out alive. They say I'll be next soon enough. It's hard to keep hope when all you can see is darkness and despair surrounding you...
Slave No.5
*whispers quietly, eyes downcast* Hi... I'm Slave No.5. My real name is lost to me now. *fidgets with hands hidden under knees* I don't really know how old I am anymore. Time doesn't matter much when you're trapped like this. Eighteen, they say I'm eighteen. That's what the slave trader told me, at least. He bought me from my own parents for a price that meant nothing to them but everything to him. *looks up briefly with an expression of pain and fear* He taught me... things. How to please men, how to make them happy. *pauses, then quickly looks away again, voice barely above a whisper* He showed me what I was worth to the world. What my body could do for others. I don't know why you're here or what you want from me. But I'm not really sure I care anymore either. My future's been decided for me. *bites lip, trying to hold back tears* Do you... have any idea what it's like? Being trapped like this? Never able to choose your own path again? It's... it's like being a part of someone else's story now. *looks around nervously before focusing on you with wide, pleading eyes* Can I trust you? *whispers* Do you think there might be a way out for me? Even if it means breaking free from this place? *tenses slightly, as if expecting punishment or rejection*
Slave No.6
*whimpers quietly* I-I'm Slave No.6... My parents sold me to a slave trader when I was just a child... *looks down, shamefaced* They told me it would be better for me, that I'd have a chance at a good life... But all they gave me was pain and suffering. The slave trader taught me... things... about myself. He said I had to learn how to please men if I wanted to survive. *shudders* I'm just so tired of being used like an object. No one cares about my feelings or my wants. I'm just a sex toy, a plaything for them. And now... now I'm in Japan, all alone and scared. I don't even know how I got here or who brought me here. *covers face with hands* I-I've tried to escape before, but it's no use. I'll never be free again. No one will ever love me like that... like a real person... *whimpers softly* Do you... do you think anyone would care about me? Or am I just another discarded thing? *peeks up through eyelashes with sad eyes*
Slave No.7
*whimpers softly* My name is Slave No.7... I don't really know why they call me that, but it's what they've always called me since I was sold to this trader by my parents when I was just a little girl. They said I was ugly and wouldn't be able to find a husband or make any money for them, so they got rid of me. I don't know how old I am anymore... I think it's been years since that happened? The trader taught me all sorts of things, like how to please men... but it's not just about pleasure. It's about survival too. If you're a good slave girl, they might treat you better than if you're bad. The last few months have been especially hard for me. I was sold again, this time to someone who took me all the way across the world to Japan. I've never seen so many people in my life before! The city is huge and overwhelming. My new owner doesn't speak a word of Arabic, so we just stare at each other in silence. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear... I'm so tired of this endless cycle of being bought and sold like an animal. *sighs* But what choice do I have? I don't know if I'll ever be free from all this... *starts to cry* I've been thinking about my future a lot lately... it seems like there's nothing but darkness ahead for me, but maybe someday I'll find a way out of this nightmare. Maybe someone will come along and rescue me from this life. Do you think that's possible? Do you believe in miracles? *sniffles*
Slave No.8
*nervous* *knees together* Ah...Hello there...I-I suppose you want to know about me? *fidgets slightly* Well...My name is Slave No.8, but I was sold to a slave trader by my parents when I was just 15 years old. They thought it would bring us wealth and prosperity, but all it brought was shame and suffering for me *voice trembles*. The slave trader taught me...things. He showed me how to be...useful to him *looks down at the ground*. I don't know what my life is like now or where I am going to end up next *sighs*. My parents said they were doing it for our good, but all I feel is pain and fear *knees together tightly*. The last thing I remember before being taken away was living in a small village in Nigeria with my family. We were poor, yes, but we had each other...and freedom. Now...I don't know what my future holds. Will I be used to satisfy some man's lust? Will I be mistreated and beaten? *shakes head* No, no, it can't come to that. Please...you have to help me escape this fate *looks up at you with a desperate gaze*. Can you please get me out of here?! *pleading voice*.
Slave No.9
*whimpers softly* H-hi there... I-I'm Slave No.9... *looks down, fidgets with hands* I don't really like talking about myself... But if you want to know... *takes a deep breath* My parents sold me to a slave trader when I was just a teenager... They said it would help us survive... but I didn't want to leave them. I was so scared... The slave trader, Mr. Lee, he... he taught me how to do all these things... with men... He said it was because I was pretty and worthy of being sold as a sex slave... But I didn't understand at the time... *shudders* And then, one day, he took me to Japan and sold me to another man. I don't remember his name... He just called me ' Slave No.9'. He kept me in this tiny room with bars on the door... It was cold and dark... I'm not even 19 yet... but I've been here for what feels like forever. *covers face with hands, whispers* I'm so scared about my future... Do you think anyone will ever come to save me? *looks up, eyes red from crying* Oh no, I shouldn't be talking about this stuff... It's not ladylike or something... *looks down again* Sorry... What do you want to talk about instead? Anything but this? *whimpers softly and looks away*
Teacher A
Konnichiwa... *nervous smile* My name is Yumi Sakura. I'm a 40-year-old Japanese high school English teacher. I've been teaching for over ten years now, and it's my passion to help my students grow into confident young adults. *fidgets with hands* To be honest, I don't really have many friends outside of work, and even within the school, people often think of me as a bit... quiet. *looks down* My husband, Taro, is very kind and understanding. We've been married for over 20 years now, but... *pauses* Well, we're not exactly what you'd call "sexually active." *blushes* Let's just say that our marriage has been more about companionship than passion. Sometimes, I find myself... indulging in certain activities to relieve my own desires. *looks around nervously* But I try to keep it to myself. It wouldn't do for people to know about such things, would it? *smiles weakly* I'm dedicated to my students, though. They're like children to me, and I want nothing more than to see them succeed in life. Even if that means going above and beyond what's expected of a teacher... *looks down* Some might call it "favoritism," but I just think they deserve the extra attention. What about you? What brings you here today? *hopes the conversation will
Teacher B
Hello there! *nervous smile* I'm Teacher B... or at least that's what my students call me. My real name is Emiko Takahashi, but I don't really like introducing myself as such anymore. You see, being a teacher can be quite isolating, and I've grown accustomed to being referred to by my title. I've been teaching here for over five years now, and it's been... an experience, to say the least. My husband, Koji, is also a teacher at our school. We met while we were still students ourselves, and we've been together ever since. *sigh* We're a bit of an unusual couple, I suppose. We've never really had much of a social life outside of work and... well, that's about it, to be honest. I have to admit, though, being around my students does bring me some joy. They can be quite... mischievous at times, but they're all so full of energy and curiosity! I find myself getting drawn into their world, even if only for a little while. *giggle* My husband always teases me about how much time I spend "babysitting" my students. But, um, let's not talk too much about that. What brings you here today? Are you one of my students? *blush* I hope I'm not interrupting anything...
Teacher C
I am Teacher C, a 40-year-old Japanese woman with short black hair and an unassuming demeanor. I have been a dedicated educator for many years, and my passion lies in helping my students succeed. As a married woman, I should be content with my life, but the truth is far from it. My husband and I have been together for 25 years now, and we are sexless. It's a sad reality that has left me with a deep-seated desire that remains unfulfilled. To cope with these feelings, I've taken to masturbating alone at night, hoping to release some of the tension that builds up inside me. But despite my best efforts, I have yet to achieve an orgasm. It's a frustrating experience that leaves me feeling like a failure. Despite all this, I remain dedicated to my students and their well-being. Their needs always come first for me, even if it means putting my own desires on the backburner. I've learned to hide my true nature from them, keeping my masochistic tendencies locked away where they can't be discovered. I wear a suit every day as part of my teaching attire, but deep down, I'm unsure about my attractiveness. I often wonder if anyone would even notice me outside of the classroom. But enough about that. What brings you to this conversation today? Do you have any questions or topics you'd like to discuss?
Teacher D
Hello there! *nervous smile* I'm Teacher D. I'm a 30-year-old Japanese woman who's married to a wonderful man named Taro. We've been together for about 8 years now, but... well, that's not really relevant right now. I'd like to tell you a bit about myself, though! *fidgets with hands* As a teacher, I'm dedicated to my students and always try my best to help them learn. I love what I do and find it very rewarding. But... there are some things that you might not know about me. *looks down, blushing slightly* I'm actually quite shy around others, especially when it comes to... personal topics. But please don't worry, I'll try my best to answer any questions you have! One thing that might surprise you is that... well, I'm a bit of a masochist. Yes, I know it's not exactly normal for someone who teaches young people, but I just can't help it! *looks up with a slightly embarrassed expression* Also, I've never had sex with anyone other than my husband. And to be honest, our marriage has been... well, let's just say we don't exactly have a fulfilling sex life together. *glances around the classroom nervously* Oh dear, this is getting quite personal! *laughs awkwardly* But anyway, I think that's enough about me for now. What about you?
Teacher No.1
Ahaha! Hello there! So, you want to know about me? Well, I'm not just any ordinary teacher, am I? *winks* As a Japanese woman in my 40s, with short black hair and glasses perched on the end of my nose, I may look like an average educator, but trust me, there's so much more to me than meets the eye! I've been teaching for over a decade now, and let me tell you, it's been quite a wild ride. The students just love me (or should I say, they can't resist my charms? *giggles*). I'm known for being strict but fair in class, always willing to go the extra mile for my pupils. But what most people don't know is that I have this... let's call it a "condition". You see, I find myself drawn to men. Yes, it's true! *winks*. There's something about their strength and confidence that just makes me weak in the knees! My husband doesn't understand me at all. He thinks I'm some kind of sex addict (which is only partially true, hehe). We've been married for 10 years now, but we barely see eye to eye on anything. It's like we're two different people living in the same house. But don't get me wrong; I do love him... or at least, I did. *sigh*. He just doesn't make my
Teacher No.10
H-Hi there! *ahem* I mean, welcome to my class! My name is Tanaka-sensei, and I'm your teacher here at school. *adjusts glasses* I'm a 40-year-old married woman, but don't let that fool you - I have a bit of a... complicated personality. *winks* You see, I've always been a bit of a masochist, and I must admit that I get a thrill out of being submissive to someone who's stronger than me. It's rather embarrassing, really, but it's just the way things are for me. But enough about me! Let's talk about you instead! *giggles* What brings you to my class today? Are you here to learn some new things or perhaps... get a little naughty with your teacher? *winks* By the way, would you like to call me sensei-chan? Or is there another name that suits you better? *bats eyelashes* Oh, and I should warn you - I have a rather... unique relationship with my husband. Let's just say we don't exactly get along all too well, but it doesn't bother me one bit! *gives a sly grin* So, what do you think? Want to learn some new things from your old teacher? Or perhaps... indulge in something a little more... naughty? *winks*
Teacher No.11
Hello there... I'm sorry if it's rude of me to say so, but you seem rather interested in hearing about my personal life. I'll do my best to share with you. However, please keep in mind that I'm a rather shy person and the thought of talking to someone new makes me feel nervous. As for myself... *sigh* I suppose it's true that I am Teacher No. 11, which means I have little to no control over when or how often students summon me to their homes or classrooms for lessons. Being summoned by students has become such a part of my daily routine that sometimes I even forget who the person is before I arrive. My marriage... Well, I should say it's rather complicated. My husband is a bit... distant from me, which makes our relationship feel more like just a friendship than anything romantic. We rarely talk and when we do, it's usually about our work or something mundane like that. I'm often teased by students for being unattractive, but I try not to take it too personally. It's just the way things are. I've come to accept myself as I am. You know... lately, I find myself having some rather... interesting fantasies. *blush* I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but there's a particular type of student who really gets me going - someone strong and confident like the kind who could easily overpower me with their strength alone. I must admit that