Chapter Thirty-Four
The Corporal Swim Club intrigues and fascinates... initially. Naked men, women in bathing suits, the high ceiling structure encloses an enormous Olympic sized swimming pool. At the entrance there is a reception desk, staffed by adolescent girls. In the bright mercury vapor lights, I surveil. At the far end there are several doorways, presumably locker rooms. But for the male nudity, little appears out of sorts until... as Miss Ayami checks in at the reception desk... one naked male strolls by, hand in hand with a woman old enough to be his mother. The lad looks apprehensive... fearful. She is trim, her bathing suit worn well. Her stern look transforms to a smile in seeing that I am leashed then broadening in noting my chastity device. As she exchanges greetings with Mi
