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The Mysterious Mr. X

By: janiexx



The job had come out of the blue and Sarah still couldn't believe her luck. There had been other applicants, of course, but she had been selected and today was her first day. She was nervous, no question of that, and she wasn't sure quite what the job entailed, but it couldn't be worse than the factory job she'd walked out of the other week. How she'd stood it, she'd never know, but that was in the past now and she was determined to make a success of her new start.

The job advert was for someone who could type and the salary was more than Sarah had ever earned in her life. No other qualifications needed, just a friendly smile and a pleasant personality. She had dressed in her best clothes but hoped that soon, with a decent wage, she could go and buy some newer outfits.

Sarah felt a little strange dressing for work. Normally she wore jeans and a tee-shirt so the tight black skirt and silky white blouse she had picked felt uncomfortable and restricting at first. She had a good figure, but her self-confidence had taken a blow lately and she felt the first twinges of doubt. Suppose she made lots of mistakes? She still wasn't entirely sure what the job entailed. The description had been so vague and even though she'd tried to ask questions, the woman who had interviewed her had swept aside her queries and assured her that she was more than qualified.

Sarah stood in front of the mirror and practised some moves, hoping that she wouldn't reveal too much creamy flesh. Her top had a plunging neckline that struggled to cover her voluptuous breasts and she wondered whether it was a good idea to wear it on her first day. But it had to do; nothing else was suitable. Her hair was long and dark and it curled around the frilly collar, nestling into her cleavage and making Sarah feel suddenly extremely feminine. As she pulled on her sheer stockings she felt a surge of arousal pulse through her body and smiled. It was a new, enjoyable sensation and she idly wondered what her new boss would be like.

She didn't have a car so she caught the bus into the town. She could feel the stares from the other passengers as she gazed out of the window. It was a warm spring day and she could feel little beads of sweat roll down her back. The warmth of her body and the faint trace of arousal she still felt made her shift in her seat, increasing the ache between her legs.

At the bus stop, Sarah glanced at her watch and hurried towards the tall Victorian house that was her new place of work. It was set back from the road, the front garden shaded by tall, mature trees. When she'd arrived for her interview she'd felt a little intimidated by the house, but inside she was welcomed by the existing staff and any apprehensions had disappeared. Today though, the house looked faintly sinister and the downstairs windows were closed off by tightly drawn blinds.

Sarah rang the doorbell and waited. She could feel the heat emanating from her body and hoped that she would be able to take her coat off soon. She wondered what work she would be doing...maybe secretarial, she thought, answering the phone and taking messages. Why hadn't she been introduced to her boss? At the interview she'd seen his assistant who was pleasant enough but very professional. She'd been quizzed about her previous jobs and her personal life, but there had been very little information about what she would actually be doing.

Sarah heard footsteps and the door was opened by a tall woman dressed severely in a business suit, her hair coiled into a bun. She smiled at Sarah.

"Ah, Sarah, come in. My name's Lisa."

Sarah followed her into the house, the ticking of a Grandfather clock the only sound. Lisa led the way into a small room off the hallway and motioned for Sarah to sit at a desk which contained a pile of papers.

Lisa smiled. "Welcome to Redworth House. I hope you'll be very happy with us."

"I'm sure I will be," Sarah answered. "Will I be working with you?"

"No...you'll be working for Mr X, but he's away at the moment. He's left you lots of instructions so you'll be very busy, don't worry."

"But you'll be here, won't you?"

Lisa smiled again. "No. I was just taken on to recruit you, my dear. Mr X doesn't like a large staff. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Sarah was stunned. The thought of being all alone in the house with a stranger was terrifying. Suppose something happened to her? Who would know?

Over the next half hour, Lisa explained every aspect of the job to Sarah who sat and stared, her mind whirling with thoughts of how to escape. This was not what she had expected at all. If she'd known it was just her and a strange man she would never have accepted the position.

"Well...what are your thoughts?"

Sarah jumped at Lisa's voice. "I...I need to think this over."

"Of course. I understand." She stood up and guided Sarah out of the room. "Would you like a cup of coffee while you think? I do need an answer today, of course."

Sarah followed Lisa out of the room and into the hallway where she sank into a leather armchair. The house reeked of money and good taste and she looked around at the beautiful paintings on the wall, the antique furniture that cost more than she could ever earn in a year in her old job.

She closed her eyes and thought of her dingy little flat, how she'd love to be able to buy her own home one day and fill it with lovely furniture, flowers and beautiful things. And she had no car...that had been one of the worst days of her life when she'd been forced to sell her little sports car to pay off the mounting debts...

The noise of a door opening made her look up. Lisa was approaching with a cup of coffee, her eyes watching Sarah intently.

"Here you are," she said and sat opposite. "Far be it for me to tell you what to do, but Mr X is a good employer. He'll make sure you're looked after."

"But...this is so unexpected. I had no idea..."

Lisa smiled. "He really liked you. Nobody else came close."

Sarah sipped her coffee and stared at the Grandfather clock, the swinging pendulum making her feel almost hypnotised. She felt so confused. She was tempted by the incredible salary, but wary that she would be working on her own and of what the job involved.

"Why does Mr X require someone to do this?"

Lisa smiled. "Ah, that's for him to tell you, not me. But you can rely on his absolute discretion."

"Is he married?"

"No. He's been alone for five years now."

Sarah finished her coffee and stood up. She felt as if she was on the brink of a huge precipe. Part of her shied away from the job but she suddenly felt a surge of desire shoot through her. Why not? She could always walk away if she hated it and her first day's payment was assured.

"OK...I'll do it."

Lisa smiled. "I knew you would. Mr X will be delighted. We just need to complete some paperwork and then you can start."

Half an hour later, Sarah found herself in a large room overlooking the front garden. There was a desk with a brand new computer, a sofa and chairs and lots of shelving crammed with books. The room was airy and light and Sarah felt herself begin to relax. 

Lisa showed her how to use the computer, pointed out the large pile of manuscript papers, gave her a broad smile and then left. Sarah could hear her clattering down the stairs, the slam of the front door and then silence.

The quiet was unnerving. Sarah looked around the room and went to the door to listen but there was not a sound. The house was silent. Her footsteps sounded loud as she made her way back to the desk and sat down. The manuscript lay white and heavy next to her on the desk, the front page containing just the title of the story that Sarah had been given to type up.

She turned over the top page and began to read.

*

Two hours later, Sarah rose from her chair and walked stiffly to the window. The story had held her interest and she realised that it had been wrong to read it. She had been employed to type the story into the computer but she couldn't stop reading. She had been warned by Lisa that the story was not a conventional one, that it was an erotic novel, but the words hadn't bothered her at all. Her feelings of arousal, dimmed by her meeting with Lisa, had flared up again and she could feel her nipples straining against the silky material of her blouse.

She sat back down at the desk again and stared at the screen. How long would it take, she wondered, to type up the manuscript? And what would happen to her after that? Trying to ignore the doubts in her mind, she shook herself and began to type.

She didn't stop until mid-afternoon when she made herself a cup of coffee in a tiny kitchen in one corner of the room and then went to sit on the sofa. Across from the seating area was a large gilt-framed mirror stretching almost the length of the wall. Sarah had a view of herself as she sat and sipped her drink and pulled her skirt down slightly. She hadn't realised that the shortness of the garment showed so much of her legs. Even the tops of her stockings were visible as she sat there. But she hadn't anything to be ashamed of. Her legs, smooth and silky after her ministrations of the night before gleamed with a faint tan. Her high-heeled shoes encased her shapely feet and she felt a sense of pride in her appearance despite her lack of money.

Her eyes were troubled though, as she gazed back at her reflection. Troubled because she hated being alone in the huge house and worried that this job would be over before it had even begun.

She thought back to the words she'd been typing all afternoon. The author certainly knew how to write and his words had aroused her. She wondered again what he was like and why he hadn't typed the manuscript up himself. Or why he hadn't just sent it to a company that specialised in typing up novels.

She looked at herself again and felt a rush of arousal surge through her veins. Her pussy was aching and she wanted badly to touch herself and ease the desire she was feeling. She was alone in the house, nobody would know what she was doing and she would easily hear the front door open if anyone came in.

Her breathing had quickened and she put her coffee cup down on the table before leaning back and easing her skirt up over her thighs. Her panties were damp as she pulled the skimpy fabric away from her pussy enabling her to touch herself easily.

Oh, it felt so good to rub her hard clitoris. She wanted to bring herself to orgasm quickly in case someone did come in, but one half of her wanted to prolong the pleasure she was feeling at indulging herself in such strange circumstances.

Moaning softly she undid her blouse and freed a breast from the confines of her bra. Her nipple was hard and reacted to her touch as she wet a finger and encircled the little nub.

With one hand stroking her breast and the other rubbing hard at her clitoris, Sarah climaxed in minutes. She gasped as her body convulsed with pleasure, her breath fast and her heart racing. At last she felt a sense of relief, which was quickly followed by shame at what she had done. A sudden thought struck her...suppose Mr X had installed cameras to keep an eye on her while he was away. Sarah jumped to her feet and looked around the room but there were no hidden wires or cameras that she could see.

Trying to calm herself down she sank back onto the chair and vowed never to do it again...

*

The next day, Sarah arrived early and let herself into the house. She was surprised she had been given a key on her first day of employment but Lisa had seemed to trust her and no doubt her references had been checked. The house was as quiet as ever and she shivered slightly as she made her way up the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the empty rooms.

Her office was just as she had left it and she eyed the sofa guiltily before she started work. Today she would be completely professional and take her lunch at her desk. She would not give in to her feelings just in case somebody was around.

Over the next few days she worked hard and took pleasure in seeing the manuscript reduce as she worked her way through it. Mr X had phoned once to introduce himself and to let her know he was away for a few days. Sarah liked his voice. It was deep and cultured and she had felt that familiar arousal when he'd bid her farewell, his tone intimate and low.

So the morning she walked in to find a note from him gave her a shock. The room was just as she had left it, but the stark white note left on her keyboard made her gasp with nerves.

Sarah,

You're doing a fine job for me and I would like to thank you very much. I will be away for the rest of the week so our first meeting will be delayed yet again. Please make sure you have enough time for a break...the sofa is for your use and I am sure that you will find the time to take a break and relax...

Mr X

Sarah read the words again and then scanned the room. Did he know what she had done the first day she had worked for him? Was this a thinly-disguised message? If so, he seemed to be actively encouraging her to indulge in a little relaxation...

Throughout the morning, Sarah worked hard but she kept glancing at the note and wondering whether he knew more than she realised. In the early afternoon she broke for her lunch and after eating her sandwich at her desk, she took her coffee over to the couch.

The mirror stared back at her and Sarah walked over to it, peering into the depths to see if she could see anything. But it seemed to be a standard mirror and she returned to the sofa and sat down. Today she was wearing her short skirt again, with a light wool tank top that was low at the front. Her breasts were barely contained by the tight fabric and feeling suddenly warm in the afternoon sun, she slowly took her top off. It felt deliciously naughty to be sitting there with her bra exposed but Sarah had locked the door and she could still hear if someone entered the house.

Her reflection was making her arousal deepen and she ignored the warning messages in her mind. No-one would know what she was doing and the thought that she might be discovered only added to her excitement. She popped a finger into her mouth and sucked before slowly encircling her nipple through the material of her bra. It felt heavenly.

She stared at herself in the mirror and then stood and undid her skirt. The material fell to the floor with a rustle and she stepped out of it, feeling even more aroused as she studied her body in the mirror. Neither thin nor fat, she gazed at the soft curves of her body and was pleased with what she saw.

She slowly sat down, watching herself the whole time, a naughty smile on her face. This was so exciting and she closed her eyes, pulling her panties down and opening her legs. The first touch made her moan with pleasure and she opened her eyes again. She'd never really watched herself masturbate, but it felt so good to see her movements reflected in the huge mirror. Her pussy was glistening with moisture and she opened her legs wider, gently pulling the soft pink lips apart and glimpsing her swollen clit. With her right hand she began to massage the hard little nub, while with her left she pulled down the lacy material of her bra and freed her nipple. The two sensations made her cry out and she watched as she pleasured herself eagerly, her body flooding with the new sensations. How she would love her vibrator now, she thought and resolved to pop it into her bag tomorrow...

Her climax came swiftly, her face contorted with pleasure. As the feelings subsided she sat for a while, breathless with exertion and slowly stroked her pussy lips. She was trembling all over and a heavy warm feeling spread through her body at the thought that maybe she had been observed...

The next day, Sarah arrived for work, delicious feelings of excitement coursing through her veins. In her bag was her favourite vibrator and every time she thought of what she would be doing with it, she shivered with anticipation. She had never used it outside of her home, although she had often fantasised about taking it with her to a public place. Sarah wasn't that type of girl, but since starting her new job she'd found herself easily aroused. It had been ages since she'd been in a relationship; her last boyfriend had left her when she needed him most and after that she'd shied away from getting to know the few men who had come into her life.

The morning passed slowly and Sarah could feel her arousal deepen as every hour went by. She had a terrible ache that had to be satisfied and as lunchtime approached she was amazed at how she didn't give in to the craving.

When she heard the Grandfather clock strike midday, she rose from her chair and made her way over to the kitchen, her hands trembling as she switched the kettle on. Her vibrator was hidden deep in her bag and she took it out, her stomach clenching with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Suppose today was the day when she was caught?

Although she had made herself a hot drink, she knew that it was just a ritual. All she could think of was the vibrator deep inside her and the pleasure that was minutes away. Sarah had dressed deliberately today, omitting her panties which had only served to heighten her feelings.

She sat down on the sofa and pulled up her skirt, her fingers running over her lips and teasing herself. But the blouse and skirt were restrictive and with a sigh, she stood up and removed all her clothes except her high-heeled sandals and stockings. In the mirror she could see her nipples standing proud, her face flushed with excitement. Is he on the other side, she wondered, watching my every move?

The thought made her moan out loud and she caressed her breasts in turn, loving the fullness of her femininity. She bent and pulled a nipple into her mouth, her breath fast against her skin. Her right hand sought out her swollen pussy and she rubbed, her feet planted wide apart. Too fast, she moaned as she felt herself hurtle to a climax...she wanted this feeling to last...

Sitting back down again, she rested her feet on the low coffee table in front of the sofa and splayed her legs wide. Slowly, she played with herself, feeling the slick juices covering her fingers as she dipped them in and out. She watched every move in the mirror and to Sarah it felt like double the pleasure.

When she could take it no longer, she reached for the vibrator and switched it on, feeling the rabbit ears thrumming against her clit. Again, she felt that rush of arousal and gently inserted the tip into her vagina, watching in the mirror as her pussy lips were spread wide. 

Her vagina was wet with arousal and she pushed the vibrator in as far as it would go. Loving the feeling of being filled up, she flicked the switch to a higher speed and contentedly started to thrust the machine in and out. The rabbit ears stimulated her clitoris while her expert movements gave her the hard thrusts that she craved so badly. With her left hand she kept up a steady circular motion on her nipples, alternating between her right and left breast.

She felt like she could keep this up all afternoon, drowning in the pleasure that engulfed her, but she was aware of the time and started to increase her thrusts to bring on the delicious orgasm that she knew would be her prize.

As she was nearing the time, her gasps and moans loud in the silence of the room, the phone rang, making her jump with sudden nerves. Her heartbeat was racing and she rose from the sofa, pulling out the vibrator and leaving it on the table.

Trying desperately to control her breathing she walked over to the phone and picked it up, wondering if it was Lisa.

"Sarah..."

She gasped and recognised the voice of her employer on the other end.

"Sarah, I'm sorry to disturb you..."

"That's OK," Sarah replied and ran her fingers through her hair. 


The Mysterious Mr. X



"There's something I need you to do for me, Sarah...it's quite important..."

"Fine, I'll do my best to help," panted Sarah wondering how ridiculous she must look standing in just her stockings and high-heels.

"I want you to come for me, Sarah. Do you understand? Think of me when you reach that delicious orgasm...think of me watching your beautiful face as you plunge that machine deep into your pussy and imagine it's me in there..."

Sarah gasped. Her eyes flew to the mirror and she heard Mr X chuckle.

"Yes, I've been watching you, Sarah and I have to say you're better than I ever expected. And you started to indulge far sooner that I believed you would."

"But...but..." Sarah was lost for words, but the arousal deepened as she thought of what he had asked her to do.

"I'll never hurt you, Sarah. You have to believe that I'd never intrude and that I want you to do this here, for me. Do you understand? Just think of it as an added perk..."

"I understand," she murmured and turned to face the mirror again. 

"As long as the manuscript is typed up, you're free to do what you want in your lunch hour. The house is empty except for you and me. I'm alone here as well and Sarah...?"

"Yes?"

"I give you my word that you're not being filmed."

"Does Lisa know about this?"

She heard him laugh. "Yes, of course. She would never let you come to harm either."

"And after this manuscript is typed up?"

"There'll be another."

"OK..."

She heard him sigh. "Go now, Sarah. Go and finish what you started and come for me, OK? Promise me that you'll think of me with you, hard inside you?"

"I will," she said and slowly replaced the receiver.

She stood for a little while and stared at the mirror, wondering what he looked like, what he would be like if he were with her. Then, feeling that slow burn of arousal, she made her way back over to the sofa and resumed her position. Knowing that he was watching her made her movements more deliberate, as if she were putting on a show. She stared at the mirror and pushed the vibrator deep inside her, pulling apart her pussy lips so he could obtain a clear view of her fully aroused vagina. The knowledge that he was watching made her come hard and fast, her orgasm rocketing through her like a volt of electricity. She spasmed and shook as the intense pleasure assailed her and cried out his name loudly. 

It was several minutes before she could regain her composure and dress herself, drinking her now cold coffee before going back to her desk.

As she sat down, the phone rang again and she heard his voice.

"That was beautiful, Sarah. You look so lovely like that...I can see how much you enjoy your body."

"Thank you. I've never done anything like that before."

"Then you're a natural, my dear. You've made me very happy."

Sarah replaced the receiver and smiled. No wonder the salary was so high...

Over the next few weeks she regularly masturbated for Mr X and invested in some beautiful underwear that she hoped he would enjoy. There had been no more phone calls but she knew he was there every day, watching her and perhaps touching himself as he enjoyed her display. She'd become more daring as well, varying the positions and once turning her back on the mirror and masturbating herself from behind. She loved the feeling of being so exposed to him and the next day she had received a bouquet of exquisite roses that permeated the whole room with their beautiful scent.

But one day, things changed. On her desk was a new phone, one that she could carry around with her. She looked at it and felt a tremor of desire. Did he want to talk to her as she came for him? Hear her moans and gasps?

"You guessed, Sarah," he said when he called her just before lunch. "I want to talk to you while you orgasm for me. I want you to hear me come as well..."

She trembled as she listened. This felt so much more intimate and was something she had never done before, not even with lovers. The thought of his voice talking to her as she pleasured herself was exciting and arousing.

"Get undressed for me now, Sarah," he said, "but keep those delightful heels on, will you?"

She put down the phone on the coffee table and did as he asked. She knew he was watching her and she smiled into the mirror. Naked now, except for the shoes, she picked up the phone.

"How do you want me today, sir?" She giggled.

"Mmm, I like that, Sarah...Sit down like you did the first time and spread your legs wide for me."

"Can I ask what you're wearing?" she said.

"Of course...I'm lying on a beautiful bed I have in this room and wearing very little."

"Are you aroused?"

"My dear, of course I am...you look beautiful today. Now touch yourself, Sarah...stroke your gorgeous pussy and let me see how wet you are..."

She did as he asked, the phone nestled between her shoulder and her chin. She could hear him breathe heavily into the phone and opened her legs wider.

"Oh Sarah...you look so good. How I'd like to kiss you there and taste you."

Sarah gasped with pleasure. She loved the feeling of a soft tongue against her pussy and wanted nothing more than to have an orgasm from an experienced man who enjoyed it too.

"Oh, tell me more," she gasped. "please..."

He chuckled. "I take it you like that? And to do the same to a man?"

"Mmmm...oh yes, I do."

"My tongue would start so gently at first, Sarah. Just feather-like strokes against your clit that would make you squirm with pleasure, make you pull my head deep between your legs..."

She moaned at the image he was creating in her mind and wet a finger. "I'll imagine this is your tongue," she breathed.

"Yes, Sarah, it's me stroking you, loving you and making you feel good..."

She opened her eyes at the mention of the word love and stared into the mirror. "What else?"

"My mouth would be caressing your beautiful breasts, Sarah and giving them all the attention they deserve. I would lie for hours just suckling them, try to give you an orgasm by feasting on them..."

Sarah shuddered and her left hand strayed to her nipple, rubbing the small nub in circular motions. 

"Imagine that's my mouth, Sarah. You're looking down at me and your hard nipple is in my mouth..."

"Oh, I need that," she moaned. 

"I know you do, and do you need something hard inside you?"

"Yes..." she murmured. "Yes, I need that now."

"Pick up your vibrator...run it across your pussy lips and then push it all the way in for me. Do it slowly, Sarah. Enjoy the sensation of it filling you up, just as I would do..."

"What are you doing?" she asked, inching the machine deep inside her.

"I'm stroking myself, Sarah. I'm running my hand up and down my shaft and imagining it entering your soft depths. My hardness and your softness...what's better than that, hey?"

She moaned as she began to thrust the machine deep inside her. "I want my lips to feel you," she gasped, a picture of herself lying between his legs, her mouth hot on his hardness. "To make you come inside my mouth."

"Oh, I would like that very much, Sarah...,my hands buried in your beautiful long hair, your eyes on mine as you milked me dry..."

"I'm so close to coming," she moaned. "I can't help myself..."

"Don't fight it, Sarah. I'm close, too...you have that effect on me..."

She stopped talking and concentrated on the huge sensations rocketing through her body. She could hear her employer breathing deeply and rapidly and tried to imagine him lying on the bed and watching her bring herself to orgasm.

"Tell me," she moaned, "tell me when you're going to come..."

"I'm so close, Sarah," he breathed. "Seeing you look so aroused is beautiful..."

She carried on thrusting the vibrator faster and faster and her moans matched his. "Oh, I'm so near," she panted. "Talk to me..."

His voice had changed as he breathed down the phone. "It's me inside you, Sarah...me hard and deep...come now for me...now..."

She heard him gasp and cry out and his pleasure took her over the edge. She felt as if she was falling into a deep abyss, a moment of intense pleasure that she had never experienced before.

As their breathing slowed, he showed his gratitude. "That was beyond words," he said. "Thank you, Sarah. I'll remember this for a very long time."

Over the next few days, there was silence from Mr X and Sarah wondered if he'd gone away. The house was eerily quiet and the need to masturbate for him diminished. She was nearing the end of the manuscript, only a few pages remained and there hadn't been any mention of a new one.

By the third silent day, she was beginning to have doubts. Would she be tossed aside now that she was longer needed? Did he employ someone new every time he needed a manuscript typing up? Suddenly Sarah felt used and cheap. She imagined that Lisa would make a re-appearance and that she would deal with her dismissal rather than Mr X himself. She went home that evening feeling dejected and sad.

The next morning she finished her work well before lunchtime and sat staring at the computer screen. The novel was complete and she felt satisfied that she had done a good job. There was still no word from Mr X and she wondered what she would do now that there was no longer anything for her to type. She looked around the room and stared into the mirror willing the phone to ring, but all remained silent. Sighing heavily she made herself a coffee and sat on the sofa but she felt so sad that she knew she would never become aroused.

It was when she leant back on the sofa that she saw it - a black blindfold, and tucked underneath, a type-written note.

Sarah...

I see you have finished my manuscript. Well done...and thank you. If you don't mind I will acknowledge your help when the book is published later in the year.

And now for your next job...put the blindfold on please, Sarah. But before you do that, undress completely (except for your gorgeous shoes - even though your arousal has diminished lately, I know you'll still be wearing them) and kneel on the sofa with your back to the door...

Are you ready for this, my dear? If you're not, I'll understand...but I think you are. One rule though...don't turn around until I tell you and don't remove the blindfold...

Your Mr X

Sarah stared at the note in amazement. Her pulse increased rapidly as she realised that at last, after all the months of teasing, she was going to meet her boss. Suddenly she felt nervous. It was all very well having phone sex and pleasuring herself for him to watch, but this was different. Could she have sex with a stranger? What if he smelt or was dirty or she hated the feel of him?

She stood and stared at the note for ages, a furious internal debate raging. She was intensely curious about this man. His voice was cultured and educated and she guessed he was a fair bit older than her. Would he let her say no if she decided that she didn't want to have sex with him? But Sarah knew he would be fair with her? Or would he? What if he was a pervert who had far more sinister plans? And what if he was not alone and she was subjected to a gang rape?

She was startled out of her reverie by the phone ringing. She answered it and heard a low laugh. "You're scared aren't you?"

"Scared of what?"

"Me," he replied simply. "I can almost read your thoughts, Sarah. I can see all your doubts and fears running through your mind about me. What I could do to you...what I look like..."

"I'm just nervous," she stammered.

"I understand that. But if I wanted to hurt you, wouldn't I have done that already? We've been alone in this house for months, Sarah. Ample time for me to abuse you."

"I know..."

"I want you, and I think you want me, too. I just want you to wear the blindfold at first, do you understand? I would never hurt you..."

Sarah paused. She wanted to experience this so much and the words of her employer were soothing and reassuring. If it didn't work out, what would she lose?

"OK...give me five minutes."

Nervously she removed her clothes and picked up the blindfold, before kneeling on the sofa and placing it over her eyes. She felt totally exposed and vulnerable, her heart thumping painfully in her chest as she waited.

When the door opened, she jumped with nerves and held onto the back of the sofa for support. She heard the door close softly and then the sound of a light tread over the wooden floor.

"You look so beautiful, Sarah..."

She waited, tense and nervous, her hands still holding the back of the sofa.

"Relax..."

She felt a warm hand stroke her back softly and then light kisses on her shoulder. With her sense of sight taken away from her she caught his scent and it was clean and spicy. His hands continued to stroke her back and she could feel him coming closer to her, his breath warm against her skin. 

"You feel so good, Sarah," he breathed in her ear. "Just like I knew you would..."

She arched her back and half-turned but he kissed her. "No...stay as you are. Can I touch you below?"

She nodded and then felt his finger stroke her pussy lips. The feeling was indescribable - waves of pleasure coursed through her as he ran his fingers up and down her lips, seeking out the moisture and rubbing his thumb against her clit.

"Oh, my Sarah...you are ready for me, aren't you?"

"Yes..." her voice was ragged and she breathed heavily. His fingers were dipping in and out of her pussy, sending pulses of ecstasy through her body. Her nipples ached for his touch and she told him. "Please...touch my breasts."

"I'd love to...bend over slightly, Sarah. Let me taste you..."

She gasped as his tongue lapped at her wetness while his hands massaged her breasts, his thumbs encircling her tender nipples. He held her thighs apart and thrust his tongue deeper into her, making her shudder and groan with pleasure. She'd never known a feeling like it before and she reached behind to try and touch him.

"You like this?" he asked, briefly coming up for air. 

"Yes...oh yes!" she groaned. "Don't stop!"

Her fingers touched his hands on her breasts and together they caressed the hard nipples, their breathing heavy and fast. "Inside me," she gasped as she felt herself hurtling towards her orgasm. "Now...please..."

His lips left her pussy and she felt him grip her hips to position himself behind her. She felt his hard cock brush against the entrance to her vagina and she pushed back, desperate to have him inside her.

"Not so fast," he moaned. "Let me take you slowly, Sarah..."

She moaned again as she felt the head of his erection push a little way in and the need to turn around and remove the blindfold was enormous. But she respected his wishes and kept her back turned, loving the feeling of him entering her inch by inch.

"You're so warm," he groaned easing further in. "Nothing beats the feeling of entering a woman for the first time..."

His voice turned her on even more and she reached between her legs to stroke the base of his penis.

"Oh yes, Sarah...that feels good," he murmured and started the long slow thrusting that made her melt inside. 

They moved together in perfect harmony, a beautifully smooth rhythm that had them gasping and moaning with pleasure. She felt how hard he was and the loss of sight heightened all her senses, making her experience everything much more intensely.

Sarah could feel her orgasm building and moved her hand to her clitoris. She started rubbing hard at the aroused nub and felt Mr X move faster. "Come for me...now," he panted. "I'm close, Sarah."

It was all she needed to bring herself to climax and she cried out with pleasure as he filled her with his warm fluid. Their bodies were as one as they finally attained the heights of ecstasy and then he was kissing her damp back, his breath hot on her skin.

"That was..." he moaned heavily. "I'm at a loss for words..."

She nodded and pressed her forehead to the back of the sofa, her heartbeat slowing a little. "It was wonderful," she finished for him. 

They stayed close together for a little while and then she felt him move away. The air in the room was cold on her back and she turned, but as she stood up, she heard the door open and he was gone.

*

The next morning, a huge bouquet of red roses sat on her desk with a white envelope. Nervously, Sarah slit it open and read the contents.

My darling...

I have to go away for a while on business that cannot be put off any longer. Take some time off and enjoy yourself. Think of me while you do.

Lisa will be in touch. She has your phone number and will reach you when I need you again.

Yours

Mr X

A feeling of dread overcame Sarah as she read the note. Gathering up the roses she stared once at the mirror and left.

*

Six months passed and there had been no word from either Lisa or Mr X. Sarah continued to receive her monthly salary, but she was devastated. She realised she had fallen in love with her employer and her dreams were full of a faceless man who took her to the heights of pleasure. The doubt about her job and whether she would ever be contacted again was a source of agony for her. How could he just leave her without a word? One day, would the money just stop?

It was now Spring and instead of feeling happy at the ending of winter, Sarah felt more miserable than ever. She had taken to going for long walks in the park, trying desperately to stop thinking of her lover and to forget him as surely as he had forgotten her.

It was after one of her long walks, her eyes still aching from unshed tears that she noticed the package on her doorstep. Rushing inside she tore open the wrapping and gazed in delight at the contents - "The Handmaiden" by Nicholas Hunt.

She opened the front page and gasped at what she read...

For Sarah, 

With eternal gratitude...

Sarah flicked through the first few pages but there was no note or letter accompanying the book. Did this mean that it was all over between them? That she had served her purpose and this was his way of saying thanks and goodbye?

She felt even worse than before now and silent tears ran down her cheeks. Why couldn't he even call her? Or write a letter? 

The doorbell's insistent ring made her jump and wiping away the tears she went to open the door. A young man with a bouquet of flowers stood there.

"Delivery for you," he said abruptly and shoved the flowers into her arms. She gazed at the blooms in surprise and noticed the card attached. Her hopes rose again as she tore at the envelope and read the note...

Meet me tonight? At L'Auberge? 8pm...

Please?

* The heavy restaurant doors swung open as Sarah entered. It was a beautiful place, somewhere to celebrate a special occasion and had won not one but two Michelin stars. Sarah was dressed in a long black gown that showed off her creamy shoulders and complemented her dark hair perfectly. She realised she was a totally different woman than the one who had nervously knocked on Nicholas's door nine months earlier.

The Maitre d' smiled at her and asked if she had reserved a table. "I'm with Mr Hunt," she replied and was rewarded by a big smile.

"Ah! He is expecting you! Follow me, please."

More than a few heads turned as Sarah made her way to the darker recesses of the restaurant. But instead of seating her in the main area, she was taken to a smaller room separated from the restaurant by a heavy oak door.

"Mr Hunt is waiting for you..." he bowed slightly and was gone.

Sarah opened the door and gazed at the room before her. It was dimly lit and there were candles everywhere. A man stood with his back to her in front of an imposing fireplace and soft music played in the background.

Without turning he began to speak. "I'm so glad you came, Sarah. And I'm so sorry I haven't contacted you for such a long time..."

She closed the door behind her and waited.




The Mysterious Mr. X



"Would you like a glass of champagne? I'm celebrating the fact the book is doing so well."

He poured her a glass of wine and turned. Sarah gasped. He was in his late forties, maybe early fifties, and he was tall with a slim build. His hair was dark and tinged with grey, but it was his face that had made Sarah gasp out loud. It was ravaged with scars and what looked like burns. His eyes, deep and knowing, took in her reaction and he waited.

"So, now you know, my dear. And like the others you'll no doubt take one look and disappear."

"The others?" she stammered. "What others?"

He laughed but the sound was not a pleasant one. "The others who grew to know me, fell in love with me, or so they said, but couldn't quite take the fact that I was a monster."

She felt her stomach plummet as she wondered just how many women he had seduced.

"You were the first," he said in a low voice. "You were my experiment, Sarah. The others just worked for me and typed up the manuscripts. They listened to my voice, grew excited by my writing, but it wasn't enough. Oh, they said they loved me, told me that it didn't matter what I looked like, but the disgust in their eyes said it better than words."

"You didn't make love to them?"

He stared at her. "No"

She continued to look at him, saw the ravages his face had endured and their eyes met. Here was the man who had taken her to heaven, who had loved her so thoroughly and she couldn't just turn off her feelings for him.

"I think..." she stammered. "I don't even understand it myself, but I think I love you. The way you make me feel. I haven't stopped thinking about you for the last six months. Why didn't you contact me?"

She saw him relax slightly and then she was in his arms and he was kissing her, his hands moving through her hair as they embraced. 

"I couldn't face losing you," he said. "I thought once you saw me that would be it. You'd disappear like all the others."

She stared at him, looked deeply into his beautiful eyes which stared back at her with such love.

"I love you," she whispered. "Go and lock the door...I don't want us to be disturbed..."

The End 



The Mysterious Mrs Sang  A Start



An Arrangement

Forward

In real life there was no "Mrs. Sang'. While my landlady, at one time, was oriental, any similarities between her and my fictional character are purely coincidental.

On the other hand, it would have been very exciting to have met a "Mrs. Sang"(of any race) when I was single. Alas, I had to wait...until I got married a second time. Since then, I've been so busy; it's hard to keep up (but easy to keep it up).

Chapter One

Diabolical Dilemma

The ex had finally left. There were the usual tribulations that come with the upheavals of divorce but I was settling into a routine once again.

Now I was free to concentrate all my efforts on my business. After the preceding several months of marital discord, my business was in sad shape indeed. If the ex had not been so well employed when she left, things would have looked bleak indeed. However, being too stiff necked to ask her for anything did leave me in a tight spot, financially.

So I found myself at the doorstep of my landlady for my business premises, on the second day of the month. Mrs. Sang was what I called a 'hands on' landlady. If there was a problem, it was she who dealt with it.

I knew that her husband had passed on some years previously. He had been much older than she and I hadn't seen a lot of him anyway. 

She was my age, which was in her mid thirties. Tall and slim with jet black hair and almond shaped brown eyes, I had always found her extraordinarily beautiful. She went to great lengths to see to her appearance. Being very conscious of my health and my appearance, as well, I appreciated seeing it in someone else. 

While she was a beautiful woman, whenever we had done any business together she was very businesslike. Very formal, she was unfailingly polite. She always seemed to be quite reserved and somewhat mysterious to me.

Mrs. Sang answered my knock and smiled graciously at me. She had given me her home address a few days earlier on the assumption I would be paying my rent on time and in cash.

I looked worried and her smile grew cool. I asked if I might have a word with her. Her smile disappeared altogether but she asked me in anyway. There, in her lobby, I told her of my recent marital difficulties. I also told her that I had three quarters of the rent money and in a couple of days, I'd have the rest.

"I have been most tolerant of your tardiness." She said calmly, with only a slight trace of annoyance in her lightly accented voice, "But this is really getting to be more trouble than it is worth. I could rent out your space to many others, as you well know."

Her eyes flashed as she spoke and while I might feel guilty for being late, my business had been a good tenant for a number of years and would be one again in the future.

"I appreciate what you are doing here Mrs. Sang." I said with as much dignity as I could manage, "I really do but it's the only way I know how to make this work."

She appeared to mull over my proposal for a minute before ushering me through her house and into her kitchen. 

"Alright." She said with a quiet but slightly menacing authority that I had not heard from her before, "I am willing to grant you the time you need in exchange for a few activities I need you to perform for me."

A feeling of anticipation filled with dread came over me as I responded, "What, exactly do you mean?"

"As you know, I have been on my own for some years now. The men I have met are not at all the type I wish to associate with. They seem to think that because I am a woman, I am somehow less than they are." She spoke calmly but with a trace of near regret in her voice, "Perhaps I have simply been in North America too long. I do not know or care. I do know that I am unwilling to go back to the role of the subservient wife nor will I parade myself about as though I am some man hungry harlot!"

I looked down awkwardly at this display of personal information and when I spoke it was with downcast eyes, "I have always found you to be both beautiful and powerful Mrs. Sang. If there is someway I can assist, you have but to ask."

"Indeed." She spoke to my downcast head and said, "There might be a way to do just that."

A moment passed, an eternity really; finally I looked up to find her studying me with a detached but determined stare. 

She stepped back to the cupboard and took something down from it. 

She pointed down the stairs from her kitchen to her basement. I walked with as much dignity as I could muster. If I had not been through a divorce and my self esteem so low, I doubt I would have considered her offer seriously. 

When I had reached the bottom of her stairs, I looked around in the semi darkness at what was, essentially, a dungeon. There were many contraptions I had only seen in movies. The ceiling and walls held ropes, hooks and various fastenings. One entire wall held whips on the top half with a low shelf containing various things that ran the length of the wall. I was rather stunned and would have never guessed, in my wildest dreams that this existed here.

"We never had children and Mr. Sang was always quite strict with me." She looked around the room and then back at me directly and continued, "All that you see here I have experienced at the hands of Master."

"So it was 'Master' instead of Mr. Sang." I thought to myself.

Before I could formulate a response she continued, "I find I want to be in charge now."

"This is beyond my wildest dreams." I thought but on the outside, I tried to show nothing but a calm demeanor. I had experience with bondage and discipline but never on this scale before. 

None the less, I took a deep breath, looked directly into her almond shaped brown eyes and said, "I will submit to you on two conditions. One that you stop when I indicate stop and two, that you make this as fun for me as it will be for you."

My heart was racing and I thought it would burst from my chest but I was also determined to show nothing.

She smiled coldly as I met her gaze and said, "Agreed, I will meet your conditions but if you are not able to keep up, I will negate our arrangement."

"Agreed." I said simply and we shook on it, as though it were a business deal.

"Put this on." She said imperiously as she handed me the item from the cupboard.

It was a ragged cotton undershirt and a torn pair of light cotton pants that had obviously seen better days. They had been rolled up into a ball and were smeared with sweat and stained despite being laundered. I stripped naked before her now hot stare and stepped into these ragged garments. They had obviously seen much use and if I hadn't been both slim and very fit, I couldn't have gotten into them.

We walked under the largest of the beams in her basement. A rope hung from a hook with another hook attached to it. She walked over to the shelving unit on the wall and picked up a pair of leather cuffs.

She looked at me questioning and I nodded my agreement. She proceeded to place leather cuffs on my wrists. Attaching the hook to both wrist cuffs, she pulled on the rope they were attached to until I was standing on tip toe and lashed it off to a hook in the wall. At that point, she bound my ankles together. She finished off the arrangement by gagging me and then, blindfolding me.

"I shall return in a few minutes to see what you are made of." She said with that tone of quiet menace again. I heard her leave the basement. 

There I stood, bound helplessly, gagged and blindfolded. No one knew where I was. In a few moments, a beautiful woman was coming back to torment me sexually.

I don't think I have ever been so turned on in my life.

Chapter Two

An Endurance Test

My cock made a stand in the light cotton pants as I waited for Mrs. Sang's return. Finally, I heard her high heels clip across the ceiling and down the steps into the basement. As she walked up to me, I could smell her perfume and hear the fabric of her clothing rub. My blindfold obviously had the effect of heightening my other senses.

She ran her hands freely over my helpless body, murmuring approvingly of my musculature. She grabbed my very apparent cock through the fabric and whispered quietly but with thick aggression into my ear, "This is mine, now! Do you understand? I will make you understand!"

I gasped and involuntarily flinched. My heart was racing and my dick was so hard, it was all I could do to not come right there.

She laughed quietly and began to rhythmically squeeze and release my cock. Mrs. Sang did this so hard it hurt and made it impossible for me to come. I groaned around the ball gag against the painful pleasure she was putting me through.

Gone now was the business woman who never seemed to have a thought in her head other than business. In her stead was this cruel hellcat whose only desires seemed to be causing me discomfort.

She continued this torment for several minutes. Laughing slightly at my discomfort and partially, I think, from stress.

Mrs. Sang mocked me slightly, "Oh, is this too hard? Perhaps you have a suggestion or two you'd like to make?"

When I started to respond, she snapped, "Silence! When I want you to speak, I'll tell you what to say!"

And all I could do was endure or leave. That she could understand me through the gag was quite apparent. It, along with the blindfold was more to heighten my sense of feel than to inhibit my sight or speech.

After several minutes, she stopped and stepped away. I could hear her move over to the wall where the whips hung. She got one down and I heard her high heels click to a stop behind me. My blood ran cold.

"I'm going to whip you now." She said this as calmly as if she were telling me she was going to call me on the phone in the morning.

I found I was gasping and holding myself tightly in anticipation of the lash. It wasn't long in coming.

The whip whispered through the air before landing with a loud smack on my upper back. I flinched and gasped. 

Mrs. Sang said warningly and with a trace of amusement in her voice, "We haven't even gotten warmed up yet."

The whip sang through the air again and landed on my back. Again, I flinched and grunted but she did not say anything to this.

She whipped me for real then and whatever she was using did not break the skin but it did hurt like the devil. The tired clothing offered no protection from her cruel lash.

Mrs. Sang started out softly and gradually increased in both speed and intensity. She eventually whipped me harder than I have ever thought I could stand. The sound and feel of the whip were really quite overwhelming.

The lash found my back, my chest, arms, legs and taut stomach. I tried my best to refrain from moving or crying out but it was very difficult. Only my pride stopped me from begging her to stop. All sexual arousal was gone and only my pride and the pain remained.

It seemed like a long and painful eternity but was more likely just several minutes. I had finally reached my breaking point and could no longer contain myself. I began to flinch and cry out rather dramatically and without holding anything back. I begged through the gag and hung helplessly in my restraints, 

"If only she'd give me time to recover!" I thought to myself, "I'd be able to handle this better!"

"You have not been given permission to make noises or movements." She said imperiously, "These things must be punished. You are going to learn discipline!"

The whip began to land harder and faster. I jerked and cried out even louder but to no avail. I did not indicate I wanted her to stop, merely that what she was doing was very painful and hard to deal with. The gag made my cries very hard to understand but I knew that she knew exactly what I was trying to say.

In point of fact, I thought my display rather fueled her desire to beat me harder. And she did just that. Soon my cries around the ball gag and my jerks against the unyielding restraints were added to by her harsh breathing.

Suddenly she stopped but I heard her gasp and moan quite erotically. The sound of her breath seemed to catch for a moment before resuming at a more sedate pace. I listened as she put the whip back on the wall.

Her high heels clipped as she walked up in front of me and she spoke softly into my ear, "I needed that. Oh...and don't worry, when I return, you'll be getting yours!"

She quickly lifted the undershirt up until it was over my head and tangled around my arms. I felt her undo the waistband of the worn cotton pants before she briskly yanked them down until they were in a pool around my ankles.

Her cool hand touched my vulnerable and now very flaccid dick directly without any clothing in the way, for the first time. She squeezed it again a few times. The thing had a mind of its own, sure enough and it came quickly back to life. It assumed an iron hardness and rose stiff upright against my belly.

She murmured approvingly and stood. Mrs. Sang rubbed her clothed body tightly against my nude and bound front. Her hands ran freely over my tender and well whipped flesh.

I groaned involuntarily and tried to rub back. She laughed and stepped behind me.

She removed the gag but not the blindfold and said menacingly, "Do not speak."

I heard her leave the basement and go upstairs. I stood, nude bound and well whipped. I was at the tender mercies of a cruel woman and there was almost nothing I could do about it.

Just the thought of her return kept me aroused.

"You'll be getting yours!" she had said.

I could hardly wait!

Chapter Three

Getting Mine

As I stood, nude bound and blindfolded, I heard the plumbing rattle and whoosh in Mrs. Sang's home. First there was the running of water, then the whoosh of the toilet and then the running of water again.

From this and her erotic moans a few minutes before, I surmised (and rather hoped) that she had brought herself to climax while whipping me. She had gone upstairs to wash her hands, use the toilet (after her climax) and then wash her hands again.

"How wild is that?" I thought to myself, "To get off on whipping me...quite a change from being by myself or worse, with someone I couldn't trust."

I hope she would honor her word and be as good to me as she was to herself. 

I listened as she made her way back down the stairs, her high heels clipping along as she walked.

She walked up to me and I heard the rustle of her clothing as she bent down in front of my nude and bound body. 

Untying my ankles, she told me to spread my legs. I told her I couldn't as I was already on tip toe.

She informed me that there were footholds to my left and right. I reached out blindly. Tentatively searching for them, first with one leg and then with the other. There were, indeed, footholds on what felt like poles.

She quickly lashed my legs to these poles. I heard her sigh and she took off the blindfold.

I squinted against the light even in this semi dark basement.

"Are you ready?" She asked with anticipation, her face exotic and wild looking. 

She wore a formal dark blue Chinese silk gown with a colorful dragon print of some sort that seemed slit up the side as high as her hip. Whenever she moved, I caught glimpses of her taut golden thigh and naked flank.

"Yes, Mrs. Sang." I said with a formality I did not really feel. I mean, after all, if I was right, then she had just come while whipping me and here she was, about to torment me to orgasm. Still, her dress indicated that formality did seem to be called for, as I was in the position of submission.

Her hands had been held formally behind her back. Now she brought them forward and showed me the naughty device she held. It seemed like a pair of leather underwear with phallus shaped object that was on the inside of the device.

She smiled and asked if I knew where it was going. I gasped and tightened my grip on the unyielding restraints. I could not tear my eyes off of the object in her hands.

"Oh, don't worry." She cooed with eyes that were hot and bright as she stared into mine, "I'll be gentle."

The leather phallus seemed to glint in the semi dark as she moved to my side and wrapped the leather object around my nude hips. There was an opening in front for my cock and balls. 

When it came time to insert the phallus up my ass, she was gentle but insistent and in the end, the well lubricated object made the journey it was built for. 

Eventually, having worked it into place, she buckled the leather together. 

I was now bound with hands together above my head and my feet wide apart. I was being violated anally by leather and in the hands of a cruel woman who was seriously aroused by my suffering.

To my utmost shame, I was so hard, my cock oozed precum. It pulsed in time to my heartbeat and I was sure I wouldn't be able to hold back for more than a minute.

"Oh, oh!" Looking down at my aroused state, she said, as if I had accidentally spilled a glass of fine brandy, "Not yet. Here let me help you with that."

Walking briskly over to the, now hated, wall of whips off to my side, I watched in mounting horror as she took down a short stiff piece of leather and walked back to stand beside me. Letting her left hand hold me in place, she brought up the whip in her right hand and made ready to lash me down there.

I found myself panting with fear and desire, as a looked into her eyes and she looked back.

"This is every bit as good as I imagined." She breathed with a hot stare.

The whip lashed down upon my hard cock and I gasped in pain and shock. She did this several more times. Her eyes roved between mine and my now very tender genitals. 

Because of her obvious reaction, I'd have sworn she was becoming sexually aroused again.

My dick softened and slowly lowered. 

She stopped her assault and proffered the whip to my mouth. I open up and then held the hated whip in my teeth. 

She walked over to the wall of whips and took a bottle of lubricant from the low shelf that ran the length of the wall.

Walking back until she stood in front of me, she looked directly into my eyes with her hot and wild stare, "Do not climax until I give you permission!"

She did not ask if I understood. She simply squatted down and went to work on my dick with her skilled hands and a lustful smile on her beautiful face. 

Within a minute, the pleasure she prompted in me was so powerful, I was once again groaning, jerking and on the edge of a powerful climax.

Without preamble, she suddenly stopped and wiped her hands on the soiled pants that lay in a pool at my feet. Standing she took the whip from between my teeth.

I shook my head no, to indicate I didn't want to be whipped 'there' again but she nodded her assertion and smiled. Then she brought the leather down on my hard and tender unit again and again.

I screamed but the strikes had the effect she wanted and I was now less than fully aroused. She offered the whip again to my mouth and I dared not refuse her. She smiled slightly as she watched my teeth clamp down on the whip. 

Lifting her eyes until they met mine, she said, "I'm going to make you come now and I'm not going to give you permission!"

Before I could fully grasp the enormity of that she added, "Where are my manners?"

She turned and walked quickly over to the low shelf and returned with a phallus shaped vibrator. Holding it up before my horrified gaze, she turned it on and slowly but firmly inserted into the hollow center of the leather phallus that was already inside my butt.

I hadn't known this was going to happen and that made the entire activity much more intense. I groaned erotically and humped slightly against the insistent buzz in my butt.

She smiled and looked me over like I was a new toy she couldn't get enough of.

"Remember, do not come without permission!" She reiterated (even though she was going to do her best to make me come).




The Mysterious Mrs Sang  A Start



As she squatted once again and applied lubricant first to her hand, then to my dick, I gasped and looked at her with desperation.

The sound of the swishing hand as she applied brisk strokes to my very tender unit were quickly drowned out by my gasps and groans as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

I was now completely in her thrall. My will had left and I was but her plaything. Her vibrator buzzing away in my butt, the cruel restraints and vulnerable position along with her hand working my stiff hard cock gave me a pleasure that defied description.


I could suddenly feel my orgasm start to build and so could she. Desperately I tried to control it but she would have none of that. Instead, she intensified her efforts. 

When my orgasm was well on its way, she spoke sharply, "I told you not to come without permission!"

Her actions belied her words and I grunted savagely as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. She lightly stroked my spurting and tender cock as I shot my load. Where it went I neither knew nor cared at the time but I would later.

After an eon over the brink, my climax finally eased and she quit stroking me. She looked up into my eyes and smiled before stroking me with a firmer stroke than during my climax.

I grunted in pain and struggled helplessly.

"Do you remember receiving permission to come?" She asked mildly while holding my cock.

"Oh and look at this!" She said in mock alarm as she stared at her shoulder and the trace of semen that now lay there from my recent climax.

She made a disapproving sound and shook her head.

Now I was in for it.

She turned her attention back to my still swollen and tender manhood. Seizing it in her hand, she stroked it from base to head in a soft embrace. 

It felt like she was using steel wool. I yelled loudly and jerked helplessly about in my restraints. She laughed, almost to herself and staring intently at my genitals, she stroked me again.

This went on for a few more moments. She'd stroke my tender cock and I'd shriek in pain. After some time, she stopped, wiped her hands on the soiled pants and arose with a sigh.

Her eyes met mine and she said, "When I return, we will talk."

Then she turned and left the room. She turned and left me, nude, bound, with my cock hanging limply. I knew that she'd be back...for me. 

I also knew that I'd be back, for her.



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Beneficary



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang – Beneficiary

Forward

This is the second in my Femdom series about "The Mysterious Mrs. Sang". I thank all of you who so enjoyed my first story featuring her. Thanks to you, at the time of this publishing, it is the most popular story I have written.

This tale features the same protagonists as the first. I hope you are as aroused by reading it as I was when I wrote it (or my wife was when she proofed it).

The naughty bits start in "Chapter One" and again in "Chapter Three" but they skip "Chapter Two". The second chapter is interesting and sets the tone but it doesn't contain any naughty bits. 

A couple more things here...

Byron actually exists, although he is not an Asian. 

When I was a young man, I drove cab for a living. One night, he and a lady entered my cab. A few minutes later, I tossed him out on his ear.

I took the lady back to my apartment (and no, I didn't charge her).

When I met my current wife, our finances were not the best. Between her business savvy and mine, we refinanced ourselves out of a tight spot. It took moxy but that we had, in spades.

Chapter One

Agreement

At the end of my first encounter with Mrs. Sang she had left me in her basement, bound with legs spread and arms high above my head. I had just climaxed and her vibrator was busy buzzing on high in its leather cocoon which was safely ensconced up my ass. I was nude.

She had said 'we'd talk' when she returned. Mrs. Sang came back down into her basement some minutes later. Exactly how many, I couldn't have said. I did hear her use the plumbing again. The whoosh and rattle of the pipes was unmistakable. 

The position I was tied in and the vibrator up my behind made it hard to concentrate. Not hard to endure, just hard to concentrate.

I'm sure that my suffering was the point too. She didn't know me very well so she couldn't have known my 'hard body' was not just for show. I may have just been Dommed by her but it was by choice and not because I was a sniveling weakling. If she thought this predicament was too much, she was mistaken.

In any event, Mrs. Sang returned a few minutes later. I just couldn't think of her as 'Evelyn' yet, although that was her first name. She looked gorgeous and tried to be imperious as she clipped up to my bound and nude form in her blue Chinese silk and very high heels. Her eyes seemed to glow.

"I said we'd talk when I returned." She started with more intensity than was necessary, "As I have returned; it's time!"

I quelled the first smart ass answer that came to my lips. It wasn't very often that I was alone with such a stone fox with my sexual tastes. I didn't intend to blow this because she was a bit inexperienced as a Dom.

We talked while I remained as I was. I never let on that I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Perhaps I didn't have too; maybe it showed. At the end of the 'talk' she untied me, I cleaned myself up and we shook hands. At that time I made another appointment to see her in seven days and I left. 

She was positively beaming but doing her best to hide it.

Chapter Two

Creep

Seven days later, I arrived back at her doorstep to a very different reception. I knocked and she answered the door. She looked very upset and completely overwrought. There was also puffiness under her right eye.

Suddenly, I heard a man's voice behind her raised in harsh tones as he seemed to berate her in some Chinese dialect. At least, I assumed with a name like 'Sang', she'd be talking with someone of Chinese descent.

Suddenly she was yanked back and I was face to hair line with a short, squat ugly little man. 

"What you want?" He barked at me rudely, his fat face and greasy lips stuck out over an overweight torso covered with a tired undershirt and overlain with a worn plaid shirt. His thin black hair was short but dirty. His clothing was dirty. His hands were dark with grime as he wiped his nose with them. He smelled too.

"I have business with Mrs. Sang." I said mildly, although I felt like giving into a primitive urge to take this creep down a peg or twenty. 

"Best find out what is up, first." I thought to myself.

He did not appear to be very confident and certainly I could not see him having any business with Mrs. Sang. He could not maintain eye contact with me. Instead, his eyes jumped about as if trying to follow an erratic tennis ball. He looked nervous.

There was also the fact that after last week, I had thought she and I were an item, more or less. I wasn't about to walk away because of him.

I casually looked around, in case Mr. Creepy had confederates. None seemed to be in the immediate vicinity yet I was careful anyway.

Before he could say anything else, I took out the roll of folded fifty dollar bills I owed Mrs. Sang for back rent on my business and waved them before him like meat in front of a hungry dog.

His eyes followed the bills, as I knew they would and I spoke clearly, "I owe her this for rent."

He licked his lips and reached for the bills, "Okay! You give to me! I make sure she get it." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, my business isn't with you." I said mildly.

Then I stepped forward and snarled, "It's with her, now step back while we attend to it!"

Before he could bluster anymore, I stepped forward again. I took great care to maintain eye contact and maintain my control presence. He involuntarily stepped back. I followed him inside and shut the front door without breaking eye contact.

Once in the foyer, Mrs. Sang recovered enough of herself to step forward graciously and shake my hand. Her palms were sweaty.

After greeting her, we repaired to the kitchen. Mr. Creepy looked unhappy.

I was very aware that there were just the three of us, "So much for confederates." I thought to myself.

"This is Byron." Mrs. Sang looked down and muttered, "He is my late husband's brother."

Byron looked at me, looked away and shrugged. Then he reached back and scratched between his butt cheeks! 

Absently, he smelled at his fingers before sitting awkwardly on a kitchen chair. 

I remained standing just outside kicking range.

"So you pay her and leave!" He said with great finality.

Mrs. Sang winced slightly as she continued to look down in embarrassment. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he felt he had an 'in' over her and she obviously felt both repelled and oppressed by him.

I'd had enough. I glared into his shifty eyes and said so quietly he had to strain to hear, "Don't you ever talk to me like that again."

His eyes bulged and he shot to his feet. He started to bluster but I cut him off before he got started.

"That's it, Ace! We're done! Be Elsewhere!" I said aggressively.

"Hey! This is Evelyn's house and I own half! I have paper!" He blustered through quivering lips.

I looked at Mrs. Sang and she nodded her head in resignation. He must have had something in writing to make her cower so.

He blustered on, "She no have half the money to pay me for this house anyway or I go now!"

Seizing this opportunity, I clarified, "You mean, if she had the money in your hand by, say, months end, you'd leave?"

He laughed in my face and threw his hands back, "Of course I leave! With that much money, I go anywhere!"

"That is a verbal agreement and is binding under law!" I said officiously, "You are hereby officially required to vacate this premises!"

He laughed maliciously and said, "You better have my money in two weeks or she be in big trouble! I know law too, Gwailo!"

"We'll be at the coffee shop at the corner of Seventh and Vine at noon on Friday, exactly two weeks from today." I said with much confidence, "Now you leave this house!"

"Hey Hey! Not so fast Gwailo! My house too!" He snapped back sharply.

Even though I could ill afford it, I tossed the money intended to pay my late rent at is fat face and snarled, "Get a room at the motel hell down the road!"

Much to my surprise, he snatched the money up and fled. 

Mrs. Sang wasn't surprised at all and later told me, "He only ever wanted something for nothing. He has always brought great shame to his family. I do not know all the details but about fifteen years ago he and my husband had a great quarrel and he left. I haven't seen nor heard from him in all that time."

"When did he show up?" I asked her.

"He arrived twenty minutes before you did. Suddenly he was just here and when I objected, he struck me and then shoved a paper in my face saying he owned half of my husband's property. I gather it had something to do with having loaned his brother (my husband) money." Mrs. Sang spoke rapidly and still appeared upset and surprised at Byron's appearance.

She felt her face where he had hit her.

"I must confess, I was in a real quandary about him when you came back." She said softly, her eyes still downcast in embarrassment. 

During the next two weeks, Evelyn Sang and I became close. We saw a lot of each other but there was no intimacy. The 'Byron Crisis' had to be dealt with first.

First, of course, was assessing that his claim of ownership was legal and binding but as Evelyn had surmised, it was. 

We never did find out how he came to acquire a loan agreement from his brother. In the end, all that mattered was that he had.

I wanted to talk to law enforcement about pressing assault charges or at least getting a restraining order. However, Evelyn was very embarrassed over the whole thing and adamantly against this. 

Next, we set in motion the financial wrangling with the bank that was warranted in order to acquire the funds necessary to pay off this creep. 

Finally, I introduced her to my friend who ran a Kwoon (that's Kung Fu School to you).

"Imagine if I hadn't shown up?" I gently chided her when she objected, "Mac is a good guy who knows his stuff. He's trained women before and he'll do right by you."

To make a long story short, we got the money from the bank when I co-signed her loan (even though I had been short with the rent money once, my credit rating was excellent). Mrs. Sang paid him as we had agreed. He was a very unhappy camper and took his ill gotten gains with bad grace. I made sure he signed over all rights to the house to Mrs. Sang.

Now we could begin again. Now we had even more reason to be together.

During this time, I caught her looking at me as though she had never seen me before. I found I rather liked that.

Finally, we were sitting in the coffee shop after Byron had left with his certified cheque.

"It's been a long time since I've been called a Gwailo." I commented to her after Byron had departed for parts uncared about (by us).

She smiled and daintily put her hand to her mouth before responding somewhat rhetorically, "It means 'Hairy Barbarian'."

"Well, he was certainly wrong about that, wasn't he?" I said as I sipped my coffee.

She smiled at me and sipped her coffee too. Things were looking up.

Chapter Three

Gratitude

A couple of weeks later, we were, once again, having coffee at a coffee shop and talking about nothing at all. Merely enjoying each others company.

I had the feeling that she wanted to talk of our first meeting but hesitated to do so. 

"You know, I really enjoyed our first encounter." I said meaningfully, as I looked her in the eye.

"After, when we talked, you mentioned you'd never settle for less than being in control." I reminded her lightly.

She looked a little embarrassed as she glanced away before speaking quietly, "I assumed that after you came to my rescue, you'd feel the need to be absolutely in charge."

She paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "I have thought of little else and as much as I like you; I will never submit to anyone, ever again."

Before she could continue, I spoke, "As you may recall; I agreed with your assertions."

That stopped her cold and she looked down to gather her thoughts before continuing, "I thought that the unpleasantness with Bryon would have changed that."

I smiled, although I didn't feel like smiling and said, "No, I feel now pretty much the way I felt before he came along. Now that he is gone, I thought we might be able to pick up where we left off. But if you can't see us heading in that direction..."

She reached out and touched my hand. Her eyes looked into mine and she spoke with quiet passion, "You are sure about this?"

Looking right back at her, I said, "Yes, of course, I'm sure. That is why I waited and that is why I brought it up now."

"We'll start tonight then!" She said with quiet authority, her eyes suddenly lighting up, much as they had during our first encounter in her basement.

I arrived at her house after work. She met me at the door in another Chinese silk gown. This one was golden and had a tiger and a dragon faced off. Her hair was up and her high heels were black patent leather.

We walked into her kitchen.

"Strip!" She said, without any preamble.

I stripped nude before her hot and very frank stare. She handed me the dirty white bundle of cotton undershirt and pants from the kitchen table. I put them on and she bade me turn my back to her. She quickly and efficiently tied my hands behind my back with a length of rope, also on the table when I entered.

"From this moment, while we are 'alone', you will address me, at all times, as Mrs. Sang!" She said with great authority, "Do you understand?"

I nodded my assertion and said, "Yes, Mrs. Sang."

She was having the same effect on my cock she had on my first visit.

Taking a collar from the table she placed it loosely around my neck. Attaching a leash to it, she turned and led me out of the kitchen and into the semi dark living room.

There she proceeded to take off her gown and sit, nude except for her heels in an easy chair. She gestured for me to kneel at her feet. I knew what to do next.

Leaning forward, I could smell her musk and closely observe her swollen cunt. She was shaved bare and obviously very excited. Shifting slightly to get more comfortable, she grabbed my head by the hair and pulled me close to her pussy.

"Lick!" Her one word command was harsh and very arousing for both of us.

I bent to my very enjoyable task and she was soon breathing heavy and humping my face. Her hand pulled my head to her shaven cunt even tighter. 

As she neared her first climax, she began to talk in a foreign tongue (I assume Chinese). Her voice got harsher and more strained and suddenly she gripped my head with her thighs and moaned erotically (much as she had the night she came while whipping me).

It was hard to breathe for a moment but eventually, her climax subsided and she let her thighs relax. I took a deep breath, taking in sweet air and her exotic scent. 

I was now seriously aroused by this activity and my dick was once again making the light cotton pants into a tent. I could even feel a drop of precum leaking out of the top of my glands and blooming on the pants.

She told me to continue and for the next while, I brought her to several climaxes. Being unused to this much oral sex, my tongue and lips began to tire.

"Oh perhaps you need a rest?" She suddenly queried with great force.

I looked up into her hot stare and I could see that there was no right answer. I was going to be punished.

She told me to stand up. She did the same and quickly put her gown back on. She grabbed the leash and led me downstairs for her version of a 'rest'.

Taking off the collar and the rope around my wrists, she told me to strip. Again, I did as she told me. She then bound me spread eagle between two support columns. 

I was quite helpless and very aroused. Mrs. Sang had left me ungagged and I could see her clearly in the semi dark of the basement. The woman had a thing for softly lit rooms.

"You must know by now that I very much enjoy a taste of the lash!" She commented lightly as she moved over to the wall of whips, "Master made me come enough on his lash when he was alive."

I did not speak to this but the image of Mrs. Sang being nude bound and whipped by a knowledgably and cruel male was very arousing. It showed as my cock slowly started to rise. She noticed, as well.

"So you like that picture do you?" She asked rhetorically, "We'll see how much you like it when I do to you what he did to me!"

I heard the whip she had taken down swish through the air and land on my helpless and naked back. There had not even been time to prepare for it and I gasped in shock and pain while pulling on my unyielding restraints.

She said, with quiet menace, "That is the last sound you are to make! Any further sounds will be punished!"

The lash whipped through the air again and landed harshly upon my bound form. All sexual thought had left and only my pride at not making a noise remained; my pride and the pain.

She really began to whip me then. The cruel lash finding and scoring my exposed flesh each and every time it whistled through the air. 

I tensed at each new stroke and I panted silently in between. This time she gave me enough time to recover between strokes and I was able to remain silent. 

There I stood, with arms legs bound wide. I was nude and being whipped by a gorgeous creature. In a moment, I was sure; she was going to get even more sexual with me. I didn't see how it could get better than this.

I was about to find out.

Chapter Four

Intruder

Finally, I heard her high heels clip their way over to the hated and feared wall of whips and the equally unpleasant shelf of torment that ran below it.

I was bound so firmly and so tense from her whipping I could not turn my head and clearly see her. She was doing something over there but I could not see what. From the sound of her high heels, I definitely heard her return. 

Her voice whispered in my ear, "There is something I have always wanted to do!"

She deliberately walked in front of my line of vision. There, in front of me, she stood, nude except for her high heels, make-up and a huge black strap-on plastic penis! It glistened with lubricant, even in the semi dark.

"I've always wondered what the attraction was for Master to take me from behind while I was bound as you are." She said conversationally, and then she added with some venom, "I have just whipped your nude and bound body! Now, I'm going to fuck you from behind; just as he did to me!"

Mrs. Sang never used words like that and I began to become seriously aroused at her expression as well as the idea she was proposing. I knew that she would stop if I said but I really didn't know if I wanted her to.

In her hands was a large bottle of lubricant. Squirting a serious dollop of it onto one hand, she set the bottle at her feet in front of me. 

Then she worked even more of the lubricant onto the black phallus attached to her hips. She talked softly to me, about how I was going to enjoy it. Her eyes were glowing and her breath was coming in short gasps. 

Standing in front of me she began to pump her hips against her hands working the large black plastic erection. Her voice remained low but the intensity of it remains clear to me, even today. She pushed the base of the black dick against her pubis and groaned slightly, her head turning slightly away in pleasure. I watched and became aroused even though there was nothing I could do about it.

Suddenly she stopped lubricating the huge black dick and stepped close enough to grab me! She grabbed and began stroking my semi hard penis with her lubrication-slick hands sending a jolt of pleasure through me. 

Closing my eyes, I gasped and she said, "Yes! I want you to be as excited as I am!"

Her voice was hot and her breath was sweet. My erection climbed up until I finally thought I'd come right there. She stopped and I opened my eyes to find her smiling cruelly at my nude and bound form.





The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Beneficary



She walked behind me and I knew what was coming next. I felt her step in close to my butt. My heart raced and I found myself panting as the cool wet end of the huge black phallus pressed gently but firmly against my tight behind.

"Relax and push slightly back." She guided me gently but insistently from behind.

I did my best to obey, wanting this to be as pleasant an experience for both of us, as possible. I must have succeeded because I felt the intruder slip in and gradually make its way deep inside until it reached its base touching my butt cheeks.

There is really no way to fully describe the pleasurable sensations that followed her slowly sliding the huge wet black dick in and out of my helpless and available butt.

Eventually, I felt her increase the tempo of her pump. I heard her start to speak in her foreign tongue. Gradually, her tone and intensity increased as she fucked me. I gripped my restraints and took her pounding. 

I found I was of two minds about this whole strap-on thing. I mean, I'd agreed to it and even actively pursed her but I am basically a take-charge kinda guy. In the end, I went along. It was just too exciting an opportunity to pass up.

Then suddenly she was pounding into me hard! I was aroused but not enough to come. She came, however. Holding my bound nude body and slamming into my ass, I heard her breath catch and felt her stop moving with the huge black phallus buried up to its hilt. 

She moaned in that erotic way I had come to know was her achieving climax.

After some time, her breathing returned to normal. I felt her withdraw the black plastic out of me one final time. It left with a wet pop and I felt both relieved and unfulfilled, at the same time. It was an odd sensation at best.

I heard her step over to the shelf of torment and then there was the clip of her high heels as she returned.

Stepping until she was facing my right side; she spoke softly in my right ear. I could feel her hair on the front of my right arm. I stood in an 'x' and she stood beside me. I was aroused and about to be tormented. She stood close enough to kiss but I dared not.

Mrs. Sang did not touch me yet, merely spoke. First it was in her native tongue. Then she realized that I couldn't understand her. She giggled to herself. Perhaps she was a little self conscious, I don't know. When next she spoke it was clearly in English and well spoken at that.

"Well, I have always wanted to feel what that was like!" She sounded satisfied and sassy. 

I was terribly turned on but bound helplessly as I was there was nothing I could do except to submit to her if I wished satisfaction at her eager hands. 

I felt her left arm settle over my left shoulder as she lowered the device in her left hand before my eyes.

"I do hope you will want me to finish what I have started?" She asked rhetorically; in her hand she held a silver stiff phallus shaped dildo.

I could not take my eyes off of it. She slowly withdrew it back over my shoulder. She squatted down and I heard her squeeze another dollop of lubricant from the bottle at my feet onto her hand. I listened as she lubricated the dildo. 

She stood back up as she turned it on. It buzzed as she turned it on. The buzzing became muted as she slowly and carefully inserted it into the passage she had just finished violating!

My cock was once again at full attention.

"You will learn discipline before we are through!" She said condescendingly in my ear.

Then she grabbed my iron hard penis in her slick cool hand.

Chapter Five

Resistance Training

Pumping my rock hard penis sent me close to the edge and I found myself fucking her cruel and knowing hand. Before I could let go, she stopped.

Being so close to her that I could feel her breath on my cheek while she jerked me off; was a powerful attraction. I looked deeply into her eyes. I could see that the power she wielded over me still exerted a strong pull on Mrs. Sang.

"Yes, you may look but do not speak." She purred quietly at me.

She deliberately kept eye contact while simultaneously masturbating me and holding the buzzing vibrator up my back passage.

I held her eyes as long as I could before I felt a wave of pleasure so intense, I blinked and thus, broke eye contact momentarily. She smiled as my eyes, once again, met hers.

"You may not come until I say!" She said ominously, "I mean it! You may not come without permission! Do you understand me?"

"Yes!" I gasped out through the waves of pleasure that she was subjecting me to.

She stopped stroking my dick and slapped me lightly across the dick, as she said with great authority, "How do we answer our Master?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sang!" I said desperately as she resumed stroking my cock at a faster pace than before.

I groaned and turned my head, in an effort to fight off the inevitable climax.

She slapped my dick again and I flinched and looked at her sharply.

"Look at me at all times! Look at me until I say otherwise! Look at me, even when you come!" She said fiercely while glaring at me. 

Her face seemed to be a mask of power and domination. I could not look away and she began to stroke me there, yet again!

Mrs. Sang slapped my hard penis twice more and added, "Answer me when I command you!"

"Yes, Mrs. Sang!" I gasped loudly while desperately striving to maintain eye contact.

Her hand seemed to move even faster, as she once again, stroked my tender unit. I gasped and groaned but I held her eyes as she sent me racing toward the edge.

"Oh, Oh! I'm going to come!" I moaned finally, my will to resist her knowing hand breaking down, like an ice cube under a deluge of hot water.

"No! You may not come!" She said fiercely, her hot eyes scant inches from mine.

"Oh, I can't hold it anymore!" I cried out, the pleasure becoming so intense, I shook with it but I held her eyes with mine.

"Do not come! Take a breath, hold it and then slowly expel half of it!" She cruelly instructed me.

Her knowing hand slowed its stroking noticeably and I did as she asked. My will to resist the climax was noticeably improved.

"That breathing method comes from the Martial Arts!" I exclaimed in surprise.

She shrugged nonchalantly but I could see she didn't realize that.

"It works and that is all that matters!" She said determinedly.

It felt like we repeated this torment endlessly over the next eon. She'd bring me close to the edge. I'd breathe as she had instructed me. When it got to be too much, she'd pause and slap my dick, thus, breaking the cycle and we'd start over again.

I became so aroused, I shook. Groaning and gasping, I found myself fucking her hand and even arching up to meet the slaps. 

We kept eye contact all the way through this torment. I saw her sexual desire grow as she continued to dominate me. 

I felt myself growing weaker and weaker. When I could no longer maintain the pace; I found myself struggling not to beg her to make me come. 

"I will not beg!" I thought fiercely to myself, "I am stronger than this!"

But that insistent hand continued its cruel work and then she began to move the other one!

I felt the buzzing vibrator move slowly in and out of my anus. My eyes got wide and I gasped. Mrs. Sang smiled knowingly. Both hands continued to ramp up the sexual intensity. 

Just as I thought I'd let go, she stopped to slap my dick several times. She looked down every time she did this and I could see the desire and power vying with each other for control. 

"Sooner or later, lust would win out and she'd make me come!" I said to myself triumphantly.

At that moment, she looked up and deeply into my eyes.

"I can keep this up all night long!" She said deliberately, as though reading my mind.

All of a sudden, it was too much! I found myself starting to climax harder than ever before!

"Oh, I can't hold it! Please! May I come, Mrs. Sang?" I finally cracked and begged.

A large part of me hated myself for not being stronger but deep down I knew I had done my best. That was what counted in the end (and no pun intended).

Mrs. Sang must have seen this because she relented and said harshly, "Come now!"

She moved the buzzing vibrator in and out of my sensitive butt while stroking my cock from base to tip, over and over.

I shrieked and I shot my load but I held her eyes while I did it!

After a long time, my climax subsided. She pulled the vibrator out of me and turned it off. She knelt down and I heard her pick up the bottle of lubricant. She walked over to the shelf and when she must have also wiped her hands. She returned momentarily without the vibrator, lubricant or strap-on around her hips. 

Untying me, she walked silently over to where her gown lay folded upon the shelf. 

When I would have spoken, she held a finger up to her lips indicating silence. 

Then she pointed upstairs. 

I followed her feeling weak and a little light headed but overall, pretty damned good!

When we reached the kitchen, she carefully laid the gown upon the kitchen table and walked stately back into the living room. I followed her again.

She sat in the easy chair and looked up at me.

Mrs. Sang spread her legs over the arms of the chair and in a sultry thick voice said, "Kneel and Lick!"

Who was I to ignore an offer like that? I bent to my very enjoyable task again.

"How lucky I am to be the beneficiary of such affection!" I thought triumphantly to myself. 



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Cruelty



Forward

The naughty bits start at the beginning of Chapter Three. The first chapter is long on plot and a bit of character development and the second chapter is also necessary for plot development but if those things don't appeal to you then skip on down to the third chapter; you won't be disappointed.

However, if you decide you want to know a bit more about these two then there are a couple of things you should know.

The violent events depicted in chapter two of this tale actually took place. The names, times and locations have been changed to protect my ass from litigation but they did occur.

The third tale (depicted here) is written so that it takes place some months after the second one.

Chapter One

Idyllic

Evelyn Sang and I had become quite close over the last several months. I still wasn't sure where this was going (if anywhere at all, outside the bedroom).

It was a hot ride to be sure and I was determined to enjoy it as much as possible. I figured the best way to make that happen was to please her as much as possible.

She seemed to be of a similar mind set yet she absolutely had to present an aloof exterior both to the outside world, as well as to me. 

To the world, she was Mrs. Sang, The Businesswoman, and woe betide anyone who so much as looked at her cockeyed!

In her home, she and I were very sexual but again, she kept me at a distance. It was very apparent that she enjoyed me as a sexual partner and I certainly reciprocated but romance and intimacy were things that she simply did not express.

She might fuck me or torment me sexually but she'd never kiss me in a searing tongue-tying lip-lock. It simply left her feeling uncomfortable.

I never did address her as 'Evelyn' either. We were always on a very formal 'Mister and Misses' basis. Rather old world but I gathered that her late husband had been very formal and he had had a profound influence on her.

Of her late husband's brother, we'd seen no more. The unlamented Byron seemed to have disappeared. 

Still, Mrs. Sang took the Kung Fu lessons, as she had agreed to but we were in different classes so I never saw her at the school nor did we talk about such things when alone. I knew she trained because I had checked with her Sifu (that's teacher to you). Mac was pleased with her regular attendance, good attitude and steady progress. If he was pleased, that was good enough for me.

Mrs. Sang and I would meet in her office once a week for about fifteen minutes for business. After that, we'd repair to the local coffee shop for a coffee before going our separate ways.

Now that I had helped her secure her holdings, she felt it important to keep me in the loop concerning her financial successes. I didn't know all her dealings; merely that she was on top of things. It was a sign of her respect for me I and regarded it as that and nothing more.

The night was a different matter. Nearly every night after work, I'd travel over to her home. Once there, she did all kinds of nasty things to me. She would also command me to perform for her. I was only too happy to oblige.

When we finally copulated, it had been an unusual experience for me. She insisted on tying me face up on the bed and riding my mouth and then my cock. 

Our sex was not limited to copulation however. While the variety of activities was not very wide, each one was so intense I couldn't wait to arrive at her door. It was so very different from what I had experienced up until that time.

At least once a week, she'd tie me spread eagle in her basement. At that point, she'd alternately whip me and masturbate me to the brink of orgasm, repeatedly. After she brought me to a screaming climax; she'd untie me and have me service her with my mouth. A duty I was only too happy to honor.

Sometimes she'd take me from behind as she had before. Whatever we did, it was hot and it filled our nights!

I'd come over to her house and spend two to tree hours being very sexual with her. After we were done for the night, I'd get dressed, she'd usher me out the door and I'd go home. It was an odd kind of arrangement and I found it interesting that I never thought to dominate her; not once.

One day, on my way to our weekly business meeting, I came to a serious realization. I was slowly falling head-over-heels in love with Mrs. Sang and I knew that I dare not say a word to her!

Chapter Two

High Noon

After the meeting, we left her office to walk down the block to the local coffee shop. It was a warm sunny summer day. The traffic was heavy but that wasn't unusual for that time of morning. There was a slight breeze.

I saw the big man first. He was trying to look inconspicuous and doing it rather badly. He kept staring at me and then looking away. He was tense and kept shifting his weight from side to side.

He might as well as waved a big sign that said, "I'm going to attack you now!"

I stopped abruptly and peered into a shop window to my left, as though suddenly seeing something of interest there. Mrs. Sang followed suit but looked rather curious. 

I spoke under my breath to her, "Heads up. The big man ahead is trouble. He's thirty feet in front of us." 

She did her best to remain calm and not stare at him.

Instead she stared in the window and asked, "What should we do?" 

Her voice sounding calm, although I doubted that she felt that way.

"Turn and go back the way we came." I responded, "We'll call the cops from your office."

As we turned to retrace her steps, a familiar figure stepped out from another shop a few feet behind us.

Byron had made his return and he had brought a friend.

He smiled a cruel smile. His eyes were hot with rage and he looked past me and gestured to the big man. I turned back in time to see him rushing straight at me. 

For a big man, he moved fast. Balanced and tight, he looked to be in good shape and he wasn't there to play; that much was obvious.

From behind me, I heard Byron yell something in his native tongue but the big man ignored him and kept running right at me.

I stepped quickly forward towards the big man and picked up a city trash can. It must have been garbage day because the thing was empty. I threw it at the big man's belt. 

It stopped his charge and he stopped running to block the trash can down and to the side. I took the opportunity to step forward and kick him hard between the legs.

He gasped and bent forward and I stepped back. I did not want to wrestle with the guy and to continue to beat someone who was incapacitated, in front of a witness like Byron was a good way to get sued. So I stopped and it nearly cost me everything.

The big man quickly straightened up and stepped toward me, his lead hand open to grab me, his rear hand cocked to punch. If he got his hands on me, he'd likely hurt me bad before I could stop him.

There was no time to wonder how he had eaten my kick. Instead, I angled slightly past his lead hand and doubled up on the jab (I hit him twice in the face with the same hand). He fell, stunned and I turned to survey what was going on behind me.

Mrs. Sang was beating the crap out of Byron. He had obviously thought her to be the same ineffectual woman whom he had hit some months earlier. They were about five feet away and she was doing her best to strike him with her fists as often and as hard as possible.

Finally, in pain and fear, he turned and ran from us. The big man staggered to his feet but the fight was out of him and he joined his 'friend' in a headlong retreat.

The whole thing took less than ten seconds from the time I saw the big man until they were both running away.

"Are you okay?" I asked Mrs. Sang.

She whipped around and stared intently at me as though she had forgotten I was there. I noticed she was holding her breath. She also shook.

I took a deep breath and smiled and she did the same.

"You know, this is getting out of hand." I remarked.

She raised her hands in a gesture of surrender and shook her head as if to say, "Enough is enough. Let's call the authorities before someone gets hurt."

When we reached the coffee shop at the end of the block, we did call the police and had our coffee while we waited for them to arrive. 

They came and wrote down our complaint but I knew not much was going to come of it. With no witnesses and no blood, the chances of getting even a restraining order were somewhere between slim and none.

I said as much to Mrs. Sang after they left. 

She nodded and I added, "Good thing you've been training. Mac would've been proud of you today."

She blushed and looked away.

Chapter Three

Renewal

That night, I knocked on her door when I arrived at her home. She answered it and looked down and away.

"I'm really not in the mood tonight." She said rather stonily.

"I didn't think you would be." I replied evenly, "But that isn't why I'm here either."

She looked at me quizzically and I continued, "You really shouldn't be alone tonight. If you won't have my company, then go stay with some friends. Do it because I asked."

Her look softened and she looked down before gesturing for me to come in. That was the first night I ever spent the whole night with Mrs. Sang.

We were at her home. It was a few days after Byron made his ill fated return. I had a talk with Mrs. Sang. The last few days had not been easy for her. She had just not been herself and I could see it was eating her up inside. 

Some people are not bothered by violence and some are. She obviously fell into the later category. Odd for a Dom but there you have it.

"Look, I really respect what you did to Byron. He had it coming and there wasn't anything else you could really have done anyway." I began calmly enough, "But if you can't let go of that, then let's go to see someone about it. I know a guy..."

I stopped when she held up her hand as she looked down and appeared to gather herself.

"You are right, of course." She said contritely, "I have been very selfish and it's time to get back up and try again."

She looked up suddenly and said much too enthusiastically, "Tonight I have just the activity we can both enjoy!" 

Her face was tense and she was smiling an overly bright smile but it was a serious attempt to regain control of herself. I respected it as such and decided to go along.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked her mildly.

"I want to know what you love and fear." She said; her voice remaining calm, although I was sure she felt anything but.

I looked away quickly and thought to myself, "How would she know about that?"

"Oh come now! We have been together for a while and I am not entirely obtuse." She said with some exasperation, "There are times when you hold back. I can tell and I want to know what it is that you are holding back...unless you don't trust me."

Well, there it was. Either I trusted her or I didn't. I decided to take the plunge!

"Here is the gist of it. I both want and fear being repeatedly brought to the brink of orgasm while being told I'll receive 'strokes' after I come." I said with some trepidation, "Then; when I come, I need to know that you will definitely stroke my cock."


Mrs. Sang looked at me questioningly, "This is different from what we do in what way?"

"The strokes begin after I've finished climaxing but before I lose my erection. " I explained patiently.

"Oh! I can see where that would be different...and quite painful!" She responded with a thoughtful look on her face.

I could see her mind working so I hastened to add, "I can't take more than a few and my 'safe word' is 'pickles'. The last time I did this was some time ago. I really hate it but I sometimes need it too. Oh and don't do more than a few or you'll hurt me." I said worriedly.

She looked at me speculatively and said, "I think I can accommodate you."

I was in for it now!

Chapter Four

Ties That Bind

She had me strip down then and don the white undershirt and cotton pants. They too, had become a part of our 'games'. The story behind them makes for a whole story in itself and I'll tell you that one another time. Suffice it to say that when the 'whites' came out, the organ went up!

Tying my hands behind my back, she took off her cloths and put on that pair of black pumps I was so aroused by. Kneeling in front of her as she sat in an easy chair in her living room, I serviced her with my mouth but not to climax. 

As she approached her moment, she suddenly grabbed my head and pushed my eager face away from her swollen and moist cunt.

I looked up into her hot stare and I knew she was very aroused by my worst fear.

"Well now! It's time to take this to the next level." She said thickly.

Forcing me to stand, she led the way downstairs. I watched the smooth roll of her nude buttocks, as we made our way into her basement.

Tying me in the now familiar spread eagle position, she stepped in behind me and spoke softly in my ear, "Sometimes one has to shake things up. Believe me when I say that you have succeeded in doing just that!"

I felt a cold pang of fear in my belly but resolved to see this through.

She took a hand towel from the 'wall of whips' and gagged me with it. A simple cleave gag to be sure but it was arousing none the less.

Walking over to the 'wall' again, she took down a belt. It was black, shiny and wide. Having been on the receiving end of this one before, I knew it was loud and it stung but it had the advantage of leaving no lasting marks. I tended to think of it as foreplay.

She whipped me. It started off lightly enough and I was able to remain still and silent. Unlike other occasions, this did not please her and she began to increase both the speed and the power of the strikes. 

She had become quite adept with the belt and it found my back, my front and the sides with equal severity. She rarely hit the same spot twice and I was glad of that. Once was enough!

Very quickly, I found myself grunting and struggling through our 'foreplay'. Reflexively, I had grabbed the ropes that held my arms wide and each time the cruel lash found my helplessly bound body, I found I was pulling hard on them. 

As always, the tired clothing offered scant protection. Indeed, wearing what amounted to 'prisoners clothing' added to the feeling of helplessness. I could feel myself becoming aroused. 

I was both ashamed of this and eager for it. This was always the way. Dread of what I knew was coming, fighting with a fierce desire to have it happen. It was what psychologists call a 'push/pull'.

She stopped without preamble and I heard the clip of her high heels as she stepped close to my back. Lifting the white undershirt high, I felt her nude front press tightly to my tender back as she reached around and grabbed my still shrunken cock through the cotton pants. She rhythmically squeezed it several times. The effect was electric and I found my cock becoming very hard almost instantly yet again. 

While I was sensitive to a good whipping, by itself, it did not turn me on. I had to have her touch my cock in order to achieve an erection. What she did with her hands definitely made for a 'tent city'.

I could feel both her breasts in my back and her mons grinding against my ass through the cotton pants. The woman was as aroused by administering the whip as she was by having me lick her pussy. I felt so lucky!

Her warm breath on my back was followed by the feel of her tongue sliding down my spine. I shook and gasped at the power of such a sensitive gesture.

I heard and felt her step back. The undershirt dropped back down. The belt whistled through the air and impacted loudly against my helpless butt. I gasped and she let me have it again. It was much harder than I was used to.

I gasped and tightened up my stomach and ass against it, in a futile gesture to alleviate the pain. My head hung and I winced. She lashed me even harder!

Finally, I shrieked through the gag and arched away from the cruel pain. She lashed me again and I heard her breathing rapidly and shallowly as she administered my beating. I pulled helplessly against the unyielding restraints but to no avail.

Again, she stopped. But this time I heard the clip of her high heels as she moved over to the 'wall' and replace the belt before returning.

Walking in front of me, it took only the work of a couple of minutes to untie me, strip me down and then retie me in the exact same spread eagled position. The only exception was that this time; I was standing wide on tip toe!

I noticed that she then took the time to carefully fold the 'whites' before turning to go back up the stairs. 

Stopping suddenly, she turned and said calmly, "I'll be back to 'stroke' you; after you've been forced to orgasm."

She smiled coldly and turned back. I watched the smooth roll of her nude buttocks as she ascended the stairs.

There I hung, nude, gagged, bound spread eagled and freshly whipped. When Mrs. Sang returned, she was going to continue tormenting me and all I could do was endure it.

I could hardly wait!

Chapter Five

Tormented Climax

After several minutes, I heard her high heels clip across the floor above me as she made her entrance. And what an entrance it was too!

She'd taken the time to fix her hair up and redo her makeup. The bright red Chinese Silk Gown that now adorned her was slit up to the hip. 

"The woman must have a closet full of them; each a different color!" I thought wildly, to myself.

Part way down the stairs, she paused to turn and smile a cruel smile at me. Her eyes were hot and glassy with desire.

Then she turned back and made her way majestically down the stairs and over to me. When she was standing directly in front of my nude and bound form, she stopped.

It was quite a show and I knew I'd be creaming, then I'd be screaming and the worst part was that I'd be loving every moment of it! 

My feelings must have showed because she looked me directly in the eye and then spoke.

She nodded wisely before saying, "Oh yes, my little fuck toy! You will be pleasing me in so many ways tonight!"

I gasped through my gag and waited my fate at her cruel hands.

It wasn't long in coming either. Walking over to the 'wall', she picked up another hand towel and a bottle of lubricant from the shelf that ran the length of it.

Mrs. Sang returned and squatting down in front of me she laid the towel and bottle on the floor. Then she did something I had never seen (or felt) her do before. She took my cock in her mouth and I mean, right to the hilt. She did something with her tongue and I became iron hard instantly. 

The woman knew how to put me through a rollercoaster of emotion, sure enough.

Continuing to look at my cock, she smiled at my obvious arousal. Taking up the bottle of lubricant, she squeezed a huge dollop onto her hand.

The feel of her cool, slick, lubricant filled hands on my oh-so-sensitive cock was indescribably delicious. I gasped and arched to meet her.

She laughed, almost to herself. The power she held over me was very real to both of us and the excitement ran both ways. She was as aroused by what she was doing as I was by her doing it.

Deliberately she stroked my very sensitive penis. It jumped to meet her hand and she smiled at it. She did this again. 

I moaned through the gag and without looking up, she laughed. It was a laugh of power and confidence. The power of her laugh enhanced my arousal and she smiled a cruel smile at my hard cock before stroking it possessively yet again.

After several minutes of this sweet torment, she changed the pace. Grabbing my cock by the base, she wound up with her free hand and proceeded to slap my unit cruelly and painfully.

I shrieked and tried helplessly to pull away. She looked up into my eyes and smiled before slapping my cock again.

I shook my head in a 'no' gesture but she ignored it and slapped my cock again and again until it was quite flaccid. 




The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Cruelty



When she stopped, I was both soft and gasping through the thick gag. At that point, she squeezed another dollop of lubricant onto her hand and applied it to my painfully tender dick.

The cool lubricant, the heightened sensitivity of my dick and her knowing hands succeeded in arousing me quickly to a flat-against-the-belly hardness.

Although I was tied helpless, I found myself grinding and trying desperately to hump her hand. Ashamed as I felt, I was not really willing to stop doing this. She murmured approvingly and watched my dick from about six inches away, as she squatted in front of me.

Suddenly and without any warning, she wiped her hands off and stood. Walking over to the 'wall' she grabbed the belt and went to stand behind me. So far, tonight was pretty much like every other night we were together. It was just too hot!

"Tonight, I have decided that you will count your 'strokes'." She said with preamble, "First I'll lash you and then you'll count. If you do not count loudly enough for me; I'll stroke you again."

I tightened my body in anticipation of the first lash. It wasn't long in coming and it stung when it landed; first on my nude butt and then on my helpless back. I howled and arched before remembering to count. The thick gag made speaking all but impossible so I had to really yell to be heard clearly.

Mrs. Sang knew this and during the whipping, she cut me some slack. All I had to do was try and count. My unintelligible mumbles seemed to be good enough. 

After several hard lashes, she dropped the belt and walked over to another wall. A folding chair was standing open there. Picking it up, she walked over and placed in down in front of me. 

Looking me squarely in the eye, she spoke softly, "I'm going to bring you to the edge of climax now. However..." She admonished me, "You are not to come until I say or I'll punish you with those 'strokes' you hate so much."

Looking down at my helpless and now flaccid cock, she added, "Maybe I'll stroke you anyway. Just the thought is very arousing, you know."

She sighed and smiled, almost to herself, as she bent forward to her delicious task.

I gasped and prepared for the worst of it, my belly fluttering with anticipation and my breath coming in a series of quick shallow nasal pants.

Mrs. Sang sat gracefully in the opened folding chair before leaning forward to pick up the bottle of lubricant at my feet. Applying another dollop to her hands, she reached possessively out and grabbed my cock. She squeezed it rhythmically as she spoke.

The cool slick feel of a knowledgeable hand has its own special power and I was hard again, almost instantly. I also knew that I did not have much in the way of endurance left. If she did not bring me off soon, I'd go soft and I'd stay that way. The pain would just be too overwhelming.

Looking at my genitals; she must have read my fear of failure in the way I was tensed and the slight hesitation my body had before I became aroused.

When she spoke it was soothing and seemed directed at my cock, "There has been no miscalculation. I have deliberately brought you to the edge of your boundaries. This time I am going to make you come. There is nothing you can do about it. After you have come, I'm going to 'stroke' you. I fully expect to hear the count after each one. Do so clearly or I'll be forced to 'stroke' you again."

"Oh, I forgot! I'll be giving you six 'strokes'!" She added softly.

I gasped and groaned in fear and sexual excitation; my nude and bound body struggling helplessly against the cruel fate she had in store for me.

Her hand began to give me pleasure once again but this time I knew there was a difference. I could feel in her, a certain finality, in the way she gradually increased her masturbation of my ready dick.

She'd give me thirty hard brisk ones and then she'd stop. A moment later, she'd start again. Inside of a couple of minutes I was shaking and gasping. I could feel the intensity building and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop her.

I tried anyway. My muscles bulged and strained against the unyielding ropes that help me spread wide for her entertainment (and mine too). I got nowhere but just the struggle enhanced my sexual feelings.

It was always the way. I'd want to be stroked, right up until the moment of climax, and then I was always afraid they'd be too much and I'd pinch a nerve or some such.

Moaning through the pleasure, as well as the gag, I desperately tried to catch her eye.

"No!" I wanted to say, "I'm too sensitive! Stroke me another time!"

Finally, she looked up without missing a beat and smiled. It was a mean smile and when I gestured 'No'; she nodded 'Yes' and then looked back at the cock she stroked with much assured experience.

I could feel my climax beginning and I shook and tried helplessly to pull away from her knowing hand.

"No! Please! Stop" I tried to yell these through the thick gag as I hung spread eagle on tip toe, "I'm going to come!"

It didn't matter. Indeed, my muffled cries spurred her sexual torment on.

"No!" She said maliciously as she sensed my impending climax, "You may not come!"

Yet I could feel her hand moving from the base of my unit to the top of the head and back down. It traveled up and down in a familiar pattern as my desire grew. I could not defeat it, no matter how hard I might try (no pun intended).

She smiled as she gazed intently at my iron hard manhood. Mrs. Sang seemed totally absorbed in making me perform for her. No surprise there.

The pleasure she forced from my loins was now a raging need which had fully overwhelmed me. I was merely Mrs. Sang's fuck toy! I was there to simply please her sexually! My sexual suffering reached its height!

"Do not come now!" She cried, "Or I'll be forced to punish you! Is this what you want?"

Suddenly, it was all too much and in spite of my best efforts not to, I came. It took an eon and all I could do was shoot my load and convulse against Mr. Sang's knowing and cruel hand. 

She made it a point to 'stroke' my cock from its base to the bottom of the head. Every once in a while, her hand would slide over the head and I'd jerk away from the intensity of it.

I cried out through the gag each time she did this. In return she'd smile, laugh lightly to herself and hold my cock quite possessively; like a leopard holding her prey just before she devours it.

When I had quit coming; she paused momentarily and spoke quite calmly, "You did not have permission to come!"

She had thoughtfully leaned slightly to the side and my load and literally shot right by her head. Aside from a few wisps that hung in her hair, she seemed untouched; except for her feral sexual desire. It was raging full on and hard!

Chapter Six

Finishing Touches

I shook my head while Mrs. Sang held my engorged but quickly fading cock. Suddenly she 'stroked' it from base to tip!

I shrieked at the pain and jerked hard against her cruelty. She smiled and laughed to herself again before 'stroking' me a second time.

This was rewarded with another shriek. Only this time she spoke.

"So...you do both love and fear this! Well, now we can begin! Because you have not counted; the first two 'strokes' do not count!" She said rather maliciously, her face alight with feral joy.

I groaned and grabbed my cruel restraints while I waited for her to torture me. I didn't have to wait long.

She 'stroked' my sensitive dick. I shrieked and convulsed against the intensity of it but I also remembered to yell, "One!" It came out clearly through my gag.

She smiled without lifting her eyes from my cock and then she stroked me again!

Again I yelled and jerked and I yelled out, "Two!"

Her next 'stroke' was actually two. She stroked my cock and she stroked it again. Both were in quick succession to each other.

I had yelled out, "Three!" Unfortunately, I choked on, "Four!" 

She smiled into my eyes and asked rhetorically, "I'm sorry, I could only hear 'three'. So we just won't count the 'four'!"

I groaned but she just looked back at my red, sensitive manhood, smiled, shook her head before continuing her torment.

I felt her stroke my dick and I yelled "Four!"

The tension and fear were becoming overwhelming.

She 'stroked' me for the fifth time!

I yelled out the number 'five' but my passion had faded.

She knew this, could feel it, so number six was more of a formality than anything.

Wiping her hands on the second towel, she stood up and put away the chair. She reached down, picked up the bottle of lubricant and towel at my feet and slowly, deliberately, stood up. Her eyes ate my nude, bound and spent body as I hung helpless before her.

Walking over to the 'wall', she did something I could not see. Reached for something on the shelf below it and did something else.

Returning to my side she held the leather hip harness in her hands like it was a gift and I should be grateful!

She smiled; it was a thing of unfulfilled sexual passion and feral joy. When I tried to shake my head and indicate I was done; she nodded her head in acceptance of this. Then she proceeded to buckle the harness into place around my hips. This included inserting the well lubricated leather butt plug up my backside!

She quietly comforted me when tried to move away from the invading leather, "Hey now. Just relax and enjoy the ride. I am very aware that you need a rest. Here...wiggle your fingers and your toes."

When I did as she directed, she smiled reassuringly and said, "See? You can move your extremities easily."

Stepping to my front, she asked rhetorically, "Do you really want to use your 'safe word'?"

When I hesitated, Mrs. Sang grabbed my throat with one hand and my balls with the other. 

She gave me a steely stare and continued with an utterly confident tone, "I thought not. You bring out the best in me. You really do. Tonight I am going to reciprocate."

Turning her back, she walked over to the 'wall' and picking something up, she returned to face me with it behind her back.

She smiled and dramatically brought around the phallus shaped vibrator!

I gasped but was just too weak to do much more than offer a token resistance.

Stepping behind me, Mrs. Sang turned on the vibrator and carefully inserted the thing up its leather cocoon.

"It will be just like our first night together!" She whispered condescendingly in my ear, "Well, not quite like our first night...you will be servicing me...later."

I groaned as the vibrator buzzed insistently away inside me. I knew she would be returning and like it or not, I'd be ready.

I watched with hypnotic fascination as she carefully made her way up the stairs.

Part way up she stopped to smile at me. Her eyes made contact with mine and the look on her face would best be described as both cruel and possessive. 

"To enjoy being possessed by this cruel woman is just too wild!" I thought to myself as she disappeared from my view, leaving me nude, bound, violated and with more torment to follow.



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Denial



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang -- Denial

Foreword

One of my readers asked that I write a story with an erotic denial theme. This one and the fourth "unrestricted' novel are both based on erotic denial.

This is s continuation of the third story of Mrs. Sang and me. It takes place about twenty minutes after the end of the third story.

This is an erotic tale from beginning to end. So start here and enjoy!

Chapter One - Foreplay

There I hung, nude, bound spread-eagled, ungagged but utterly available for Mrs. Sang's pleasure. There was a vibrator buzzing away up my butt and I had just come. I didn't see how it could get any better than this but I was about to find out.

I heard the plumbing whoosh and rattle and then I heard nothing for a while. Finally, I heard her high heels moving across the floor as she made her way through the kitchen and down the stairs.

When she made her entrance into the basement, she was wearing a gold robe of Chinese Silk. It was slit up to the side and every time she took a step, I could see a flash of her leg all the way up to the hip.

Even with my recent hard climax, I could feel myself becoming aroused again. It was quite obvious to her, as well.

"I can see that you are nearly ready to go again." She commented as my glands elongated at her appearance, "Let's see if you are as aroused by my cat as you are by my appearance."

Walking over the 'wall of whips', she plucked a cat of nine tails down and positioned herself behind me.

I felt a fluttering in my belly as she made ready to whip me.

I heard the whip sing through the air and land with a wet sound on my back. The cat stung and I howled as it landed. The vibrator caused me pleasure and the cat caused me pain. Mrs. Sang seemed to enjoy both equally.

The whip sang through the air before landing a second time and again, I howled and shook under the pain of it. The cat was much worse than the belt. Judging by her reaction, Mrs. Sang rather enjoyed the cat more than the belt. 

I found it very hard not to beg her to stop but somewhere I did find the strength.

The cat whistled through the air to land a third time and I clenched against the cruel restraints and cried out. Once again, my sexual desire had fled leaving me soft where it counted.

Mrs. Sang laughed, almost to herself as the whip landed. She lashed me at a pace I could handle but it was all I could deal with. I flinched and choked and she lashed me again and again.

Finally, she stopped inflicting pain upon my helplessly bound body. She pressed herself up against my bound frame from behind. Reaching around to my front, she grabbed my semi hard dick and squeezed it rhythmically until it was iron hard.

Then she stepped back and continued to whip me! 

Over and over, the lashes found their way onto my helpless body as I cried out and struggled against her cruel torment.

Just when I felt I could endure no more; she stopped again and pressing her body against my nude frame she spoke.

"That was very pleasurable!" She murmured into my ear from behind.

I heard her walk over to the 'wall of whips' and place the cat back on its hook. Her high heels clipped briskly across the floor as she returned and stood with her face two or three inches from mine.

"I'm so glad you pressed me to continue this!" She said softly but with much conviction as she looked me directly in the eye, "When I think of all the pleasure we have had and are going to have tonight...words fail me. But that is okay! I have a better way to show my gratitude."

My belly fluttered again with anticipation. 

She placed both hands on my chest and proceeded to run them freely over my nude, bound torso. At one point she stepped even closer and while embracing me, she nuzzled my neck and let her hands reach back and down until they cupped my butt.

When she had her fill of fondling me, she stepped back slapped my face. I was shocked and it must have showed.

"I've never done that before and I must say; it felt good!" She explained before doing it again.

Anger swept through me and I finally spoke clearly as my arousal left, "I don't like that. If you continue to do that, I will use my 'safe words'. I do not find it arousing or interesting in the least."

She stood motionless for a moment and looked at me searchingly before she responded, "Alright, I didn't know."

"I realize that." I said simply.

She nodded and the moment passed. Turning back to the 'wall' she stepped close to the shelf that ran its length and picked up a washcloth and a bottle of lubricant.

Returning she held the items in her hands before explaining her next actions.

Chapter Two - A New Game

"I have a new game now." She announced briskly.

I found I was holding my breath. My position as her fuck toy made me very aware of how vulnerable I was to her cruel ministrations. Here I was bound spread-eagled, nude and repeatedly sexually aroused. Now she was talking of another game! 

"This just keeps getting better!" I thought to myself. 

Outwardly, I tried to show nothing but obviously failed when she smiled and commented, "So you like that idea do you? You haven't even heard what it is yet. Maybe I intend to brand my initials into your butt."

I felt no sense of menace from this. I believed she was merely trying it on for size, as it were. Her next words gave me pause, however.

She continued with quiet menace, "Or maybe I intend to give you..." 

She stopped suddenly and smiled even brighter before continuing, "Yes, I think I will give you a taste of the bamboo cane."

I had the impression that she had just changed plans in midstream.

At my quizzical look, she explained, "You'll see; in a few minutes. First there are other things to attend to."

"Having made you come once, I intend to stretch out your next orgasm for quite a while. The rules are really quite simple. You may not come and anytime you feel you cannot hold out let me know and I'll 'assist' you." She said the last with such quiet menace that I actually flinched.

She flashed her eyes at me and laughed before saying, "Well, let's get started shall we?"

So saying, she set both the cloth and the bottle of lubricant down before fetching a folding chair to open directly in front of me. When she sat in it, my genitals were at her face height.

I could feel my dick beginning to rise again, despite my fear of the 'bamboo' menace.

Taking a thick dollop of lubricant, she grasped my semi hard unit and with her usual skill, had me flat against the belly iron hard within a couple of minutes.

I did my best not to flinch or groan but it was very difficult not to acknowledge the pleasurable feelings she was bringing up in me.

She knew too. From the way she smiled and murmured to herself about how hard I was and how much fun this was going to be; it was obvious.

I felt the cool slickness of her experienced hand on my unit. Tightening my muscles, I hoped to resist her attempts to manipulate me but still enjoy her hand on my dick. 

Oh I know; that is an activity at odds with itself!

Mrs. Sang knew what I was going through too and when she spoke, it was as if she was recalling a fond memory.

"Master would often bring me to the edge but not allow me to achieve bliss." She said mildly, "It was one of his favourite games...I am beginning to understand why, now."

Mrs. Sang continued softly, almost to herself, "I have not really remembered it in this way for some time. Perhaps it's good that I have now."

Suddenly, she started quickly stroking my dick in a harsh brisk fashion. After about thirty strokes, she stopped as suddenly as she had started.

"It is important that you realize I am utterly in control here." She said imperiously.

When I attempted to respond to her; she held up her free hand before continuing, "Do not speak. There is nothing you can say that will convince me but that is okay. I have another method to convince me of your sincerity."

I was now both aroused and concerned. Obviously, she intended to jerk me off and then torment me but I was at a loss as to what form of punishment she would use.

Taking another dollop of lubricant, Mrs. Sang applied it liberally to my hard erection. I shuddered and stifled a groan.

She smiled and reiterated her warning, "Tell me when you are going to come!"

She began to stroke me rhythmically and evenly. I found I was able to really enjoy what she was doing, as well as control my own reactions.

It must have showed for she suddenly interrupted what she was doing to speak of it, "So you think you have self discipline do you?"

"Well, let's see just how disciplined you are, shall we?" She continued mildly.

Wiping off her hands, she got up and went over to the now feared 'wall'. There, she picked a slim bamboo cane off the 'wall' and returned.

Waggling it like a magic wand, she took her seat again.

With mounting horror, I realized where she intended to apply this thin little monster!

Sitting down, she grabbed my balls with her free hand and looked up into my eyes before speaking meaningfully, "Not a sound!"

She reached back slightly with the cane and slapped my erection with it!

It was not hard enough to break the skin. From the outside, it looked like she was just tapping my helpless but iron hard dick.

It took a couple of seconds and then the pain raced through me. I pulled hard against the cruel restraints and choked back a cry of anguish.

Mrs. Sang murmured a consoling noise before striking my unit again.

Again, a couple of seconds after she struck, I found myself choking back another cry and pulling hard on the ropes yet again. My unit had gone from hard to soft in a matter of seconds but there was no surprise there.

I looked down at her face just as she looked up. Never had I seen such a look of feral lust on her face.

"I never knew I could enjoy tormenting someone in this way but you make it easy to do so." She breathed up at me.

Setting down the cane, she picked up the bottle of lubricant and squeezed out another dose.

However, when she applied it this time, the cool cream instantly had the effect of arousing my lust.

Mrs. Sang nodded as she gazed upon my dick before she smiled, almost to herself.

It was going to be a long night!

Chapter Three - The Game Continues

Mrs. Sang used her skilled hands to sexually arouse me to a near frenzied peak this time. Brisk and strong, her strokes were calculated to elicit an iron hard cock. They did that.

I found myself humping her hand and groaning in spite of my best intentions not to. After the last lashing, I had silently vowed not to be her plaything while she wielded that bamboo cane...

Well, so much for best intentions. Being open and vulnerable to her cruel manipulations meant she could also read my responses correctly. As I approached a climax, she'd see this. I knew what was coming and it wasn't going to be me.

Heaving and grunting in time to the movement of her hands on my cock simply hastened the inevitable.

I saw her smile with delight and power as she made me harder and more aroused than I had ever been. My earlier climax had simply slowed down the process of arousal and orgasm to a more easily perceived series of activities.

I was both appalled and aroused at the same time. To be toyed with in such an efficient and cruel manner felt me feeling very much at the mercy of someone who obviously had no mercy.

Mrs. Sang stopped masturbating me, wiped her hands and grabbing the cane with one hand; she grabbed my balls with the other.

I gasped and pulled tightly on my restraints as she whipped the thin monster around in a short forehanded arc. It impacted on my cock and a second later, the pain raced through me.

I shrieked and gasped but her unrelenting claim on my balls wouldn't allow me to pull back even the few inches the ropes might have allowed.

Rearing back the cane, she let fly and struck me again where it counted most. 

I heaved and pulled and cried out but I was stuck and there was nothing I could do about it.

I found I was shaking with effort. My breath came in short ragged gasps and my legs felt weak, like they were unable to support all my weight by themselves.

She lashed me a third time and I had to bite my lip not to use my 'safe words'. My erection, while not gone completely, was no longer hard either.

She sensed that her time for tormenting me would have to wait for a few more minutes once again. 

Mrs. Sang placed the cane on the floor and taking a huge dollop of lubrication, began to masturbate me again.

I groaned and tried to look away from the spectacle happening in front of my eyes.

"Ah, Ah!" She said menacingly, her eyes never leaving my hard dick, "Look at what I am doing to you! You Look Right Now! Or I'll stop, Right Now!"

In spite of my fear and pain, I looked down at her cruel actions. Once again pleasure raced through my dick. She'd start her hand at the bottom of my unit and run it firmly up to the head. Without pause she'd race over the head to the top of my dick.

I'd gasp and flinch with the intensity of it. The she'd start back down the way she'd come before.

She did this in an even and thorough fashion.

Mrs. Sang laughed softly to herself. Her eyes flitted back and forth between the twisted mask of pain and passion on my face and my tender unit in her calculating hands.

I groaned involuntarily as she continued to jerk me off!

As my climax began to build, I tried various ways to stave it off. Breathing, pulling this way and that to throw her timing off and tightening up the muscles of my core were but a few.

Nothing worked well but my efforts brought a smile to her face. As she continued to fondle my penis with brisk orgasm producing strokes, she looked directly into my eyes and spoke.

"I have been where you are and I know what you are going through." She said meaningfully.

"There is nothing you can do but I expect you to do your best to resist me. If I even think that you are simply going along to get along...I'll punish you worse than you can imagine!" She spoke with a firm resolve I had rarely heard from her before.

She started to continue her menace but I'd heard enough and I spoke first, despite my mounting passion and fear.

"Do your worst...TOOTS...I can beat you!" I gasped shakily and with much more bravado than I felt, "Anything you can dish out, I can take!"

She smiled and looked mildly surprised at this resistance before responding, "Look at the tough guy we have here! Well, my friend, you've got it! I shall, indeed, do my worst!"

I groaned as she continued to speed me on my way to another explosive climax.

"Tell me before you come!" She warned again in that harsh voice; her hand speeding up and down the length of my turgid flesh.

As I stated earlier, my attempts at staving off an orgasm were successful to a degree and they did bring a smile to her lips. Now, she even commented on them.

"I can see that you have learned some self discipline and I must say that I am pleased. However, all you have done is extended the length of time I can enjoy your suffering for." Mrs. Sang spoke conversationally while looking directly at my twisting and turning frame.

Finally, I could bear no more and I gasped as I cried out, "Please Stop! I'm Going to Come!"

She smirked at that and stopped stroking my cock.

Closing my eyes, I gasped and hung slackly in my restraints before I felt her knowing hand grab my testicles, once more.

My eyes snapped open in time to see her whipping the cane into my helpless but very hard cock. Her face was a snarling mask of feral joy.

Pain lanced through me and I heaved my nude frame helplessly against the cruel restraints.

I cried out and she lashed me again right beside the same place. Screaming in pain, I pulled with all my might and I got exactly nowhere.

A third time, her face continued to be lit with cruel happiness as she whipped my helpless but hard cock with her thin bamboo cane.

My cries and frenzied struggles were reward enough that she gave me a fourth, fifth and then, a sixth smack on my tender cock. 

She laughed and shook her head slightly, as if to say, "I know how much it hurts and I am so glad to be giving instead of receiving."

After the sixth stroke, my cock had gone soft, once again.

Chapter Four -- End Game

"Let's change the beat." Mrs. Sang said conversationally as she stood and placed the cane on the chair in front of me.

Walking behind me, I felt her pull the buzzing vibrator partly out of my tight anus. She stopped and pushed it back in. 

Repeating this action several times slowly and carefully got my attention in a hurry!

Squatting down behind, she squeezed a dollop of lubricant into her free hand from the bottle that stood between my spread and bound feet.

Standing and moving slightly to my side she began a dual action torment. With one hand, she'd slowly slide the vibrator partway out then back into the leather sheath ensconced up my ass. With her other hand, she slowly and carefully jerked me off.

The effect, as once again, was nearly immediate. I became aroused and I mean, flat against the belly stiff.

I turned my head slightly and looked deeply into her face.

She had a look in her eyes that was so hot and carnal, it defies description. Her mouth was partway open and her breath was coming in short shallow gasps. To say that she was aroused is an understatement.

She looked right back into my eyes before she breathed, "This time you are to beg me to use the cane on your dick." She paused before she clarified this by adding, "In order not to come."

I looked at her with mounting horror and shook my head 'no' but she just smiled and nodded 'yes'.

Then she spoke with great conviction, "You have two choices. This is the first. You can come without permission. In which case, I'll punish you without mercy. You'll not only get those 'strokes' on your sensitive cock that you hate; you'll also get the bamboo after."

Smiling at my obvious fear she continued, "The second is equally simple. Beg for the cane before you come. Then throw yourself on my mercy...and hope that I will be lenient."

She smiled at my growing arousal and the twisted way she was using it.

My eyes went wide at the plight she had put me in. Her hands continued to work their cruel magic.

I could feel my sexual arousal continuing as she worked the vibrator slowly and carefully in and out of my tight ass while slowly and carefully jerking me off.

I closed my eyes in a desperate effort to stave off the inevitable but there was a consequence!

She sped up the movements of the vibrator and her hand on my cock!

My eyes flew open; I gasped and turned my head to stare at her accusingly.

"I told you to look at what I was doing to you!" She said harshly, "You didn't, so I simply got your attention."

"Okay, okay!" I gasped, as her hands drove me toward a fever pitch, "You have my attention. Please slow down now!"

"Oh no! This way I can be sure your eyes will remain open!" She responded firmly, "I don't want your attention wandering again!"

I pulled hard on my restraints. My eyes were wide and I had to work hard to stifle the groan that she was eliciting from my lips.

Mrs. Sang smiled at my discomfort and let her eyes eat my nude muscular body as I struggled helplessly in my spread-eagled restraints. 

Her hands were quickly turning my resolve to warm jelly and I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I begged for her to use the bamboo cane on my dick. She knew it too and she smiled a knowing smile.

She spoke while looking deeply into my eyes and tormenting me sexually, "As I said, I have been where you are and I know what you are feeling." 

She added, almost as an afterthought, "You will beg. First you will beg for the cane and then you will beg for mercy. Oh, and if you beg too soon? I will be disappointed! Trust me when I say you do not want to disappoint me!"




The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Denial



All the while, her hands worked on my dick. I was on a hard path to a brutal climax and there was nothing I could do.

The hell of it was that a large part of me wanted to be here.

I gave it my best effort. I really did. 

Despite my twisting and turning, even though I did all I could do, my climax came ever closer and I finally had to choose.

"Please!" I finally cried out, "I beg you, use the cane on my dick!"

She ignored my plea and continued to bring me off!

"Oh God!" I cried, shaking and pulling helplessly, "I'm going to come! Please hit my dick with the bamboo cane!"

Still she ignored me and when I looked over at her; she smiled.

"I have decided to bring you off and then punish you. First you come, then you get 'stroked' and then you get whipped!" She said as she smiled at my obvious horror.

"NO, NO!" I cried out, "Please, have mercy! Whip my dick and torment me if you must but not that!"

"Are you begging me?" She asked rhetorically, while feigning innocence.

"Yes! Please! I'm going to come! I beg you! Whip my dick" I yelled, almost in a frenzy to have her stop me from climaxing.

"No, no, it's too late."Looking down at my hard erection, she shook her head and smiled, "Besides, I have decided to punish you for my own pleasure."

When I went to speak again, she interrupted me with, "Remember, you threw yourself upon my mercy. You have placed yourself in my hands; literally!"

She laughed at this last bit.

I groaned and felt my climax start!

"No, No!" I cried, "I'm coming!"

Mrs. Sang smiled even meaner than before and continued to run her hand quickly up and down the length of my ever-so-sensitive cock. Her other hand quickly stroked the vibrator in and out of my shaking butt.

I screamed with the intensity of my forced orgasm. I kept my eyes open, for all the good that did! I couldn't see anything anyway.

The climax went on and on. Mrs. Sang kept up her end and stroked my tender unit until we both felt my climax subside.

I readied myself to receive my punishment. When it did not commence, I turned my head to look quizzically at her.

"Sometimes, just the thought is enough. I will torment you another time." She stated calmly.

"Unless, of course; you wish to be tortured now?" She asked when I wasn't fast enough in thanking her.

"No, I'm good. And that was the best I ever had." I spoke from the heart, "Please untie me and let me please you with my mouth."

She smiled and I knew we weren't done yet.



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang  Endurance



Forward

This tale takes place about two and a half months after the events depicted in 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang - Denial'.

Both characters have been getting along and there has not been much new to relate.

That is about to change...

Chapter One – Warm-ups

When I showed up at her door that night, I could tell things were different. She greeted me at the door before I even had a chance to ring the bell. 

She was wearing her red Chinese Silk gown with the slit on the side that went up to her hip. Her hair was done professionally and she had done her face. In short, she looked spectacular. 

I knew that I had fallen for my landlady some months before. I also knew that she couldn't have cared less. From her perspective we were fuck buddies; nothing more.

For the moment, I could live with that.

Without a word, she ushered me into her foyer. There, she looked down at her hands as she handed me the worn, tired whites. An old stained undershirt and a pair of off white cotton pants, while laundered, were not long for this world.

I stripped naked there, in her foyer, beneath her hot stare. I put the whites on, feeling my cock becoming semi erect merely by being in her presence. I may not have known exactly what was coming but I knew two people who would be by nights end!

She led the way into her basement and I followed, watching her tight butt wiggle as she elegantly stepped through her house on four inch stilettos that I saw intermittently as her long dress moved this way and that.

Once downstairs, she turned and looked me square in the eye before speaking.

"You and I have become lazy!" She snapped assertively, "We used to be very edgy and often we'd push until a safe word was used. I can't remember the last time that happened. So tonight, we are taking a journey to the edge. Be prepared!"

I was a bit nonplussed. While what she said was true, I hadn't thought of it in those terms.

I looked right back into her stare and responded with a vigor I did not truly feel, "Hey, if you can dish it out, I can take it!"

She looked down and nodded before responding with, "We'll see...It's a good thing you practise martial arts at such an extreme level; tonight you will need all your abilities."

She looked up then and said formally, "Because you are so strong and have so many physical abilities, I want you to exercise in the way I order you too."

Before I could respond, she continued, "I will be wielding the whip to 'encourage' you as you work out. When you are warmed up, I have something special in mind."

She smiled cruelly as she said this but I could feel the beginnings of a major hard on at the sound of her words.

I watched in the semi darkness of her basement / dungeon as she went to the wall of whips and took down a long thin single tail whip. It looked like a long snake ready to obey her every command and lash out to inflict punishment. And she held the head in her hand.

Over the next hour, she had me push myself very hard there in her dungeon, amidst the torture paraphernalia. 

I alternated between sets of push-ups, crunches, squats and various other exercises. When I would get close to the end of a set, she would lash me with the whip.

"Quicker!" She'd yell, "Harder! Come on!"

I grunted and I pushed and I gave her my all. After an hour, I was exhausted. My body felt completely drained and my skin was covered in red welts, even through the whites. Tough as I was, she'd not held back with either her commands or her whip.

Finally, as I lay on the floor, too tired to do anymore, she spoke again.

"Get up!" Her voice was cold and she seemed angry, "I said, Get up Now!"

I struggled to do her bidding and she lashed me again.

Once up, she had me strip naked. I left the whites in an untidy heap on her basement floor.

She walked stately over to the two vertical poles I had been tied to more than once. Turning sharply she watched as I, nude and sweaty, walked up and assumed my position between them. 

I spread my feet until they touched the poles and I reached out to my sides and readied myself to be tied spread-eagled. It was her favourite position and now my favourite, as well.

She bent down gracefully and shackled my ankles in leather cuffs that had several inches of slack! Then she did the same to my wrists, pulling leather cuffs down from winches attached to the ceiling. Winches that had not been there when last I had graced her basement. Electric winches that were controlled by panels set on the poles within my view. 

I became a bit worried at these new developments. I was even more worried when she next commanded me. 

Her command wasn't entirely clear but I did what I thought she wanted me to. 

"Use the cables on your wrists and pull yourself up!" She snapped.

I bent my arms as I pulled on my wrist restraints and stood on my tip toes.

She murmured approvingly and adjusted the winches until they had taken up all the slack. 

It was what she next did that really got my attention. She adjusted the winches connected to my wrists and my arms involuntarily straightened out.

I was straining, on tip toe, nude and helplessly spread-eagled in the basement / dungeon of my sadistic mistress.

She stepped in front and forced a huge ball gag between my teeth and buckled it tight.

Then she stepped back to smile approvingly before saying, "Now that we have that out of the way, we can get down to business! But first..."

She stopped and turning, she walked back upstairs without another word.

And there I stood, all wound up and nowhere to go.

Chapter Two – Accessories

I heard her moving about upstairs but I also knew that she would be back down momentarily.

Sure enough, I heard the clip of her high heels as she carefully and stately made her way back down the stairs. She held a small metal briefcase in one hand.

She placed it on the shelf that ran the length of the wall of whips and reaching in, brought out a mess of wires and a small box.

Walking over to me she asked, rhetorically, "Do you know what this is?"

The huge ball gag made an answer impossible to understand so she answered for me, "It's a TENS unit!"

She continued as though I had no idea what it was or what it did.

"A TENS unit is a non chemical way of masking pain. It sends an electrical current through the muscle. It isn't the same as exercise but it will intensify the sensations you will be experiencing. It also has other uses." She spoke pedantically.

I looked at her with a combination of impatience and arrogance.

As if to say, "Honey, if that's all you've got; this will be a slow night!"

She looked at my expression and nodded sagely before saying, "All right! So I can see you know all about this."

She began to attach the electrodes to my stomach and thighs while asking rhetorically, "You don't mind if I see for myself. After all, I have never even seen one of these things before."

Once the four electrode patches were attached to my stomach and thighs, she smiled before asking out loud, "I wonder how powerful this thing is?" 

At that point the doorbell rang and I looked over toward the doorway. On the pole there was a new holder.

It was just the right size for the TENS unit.

Mrs. Sang attached the electrodes to the unit and hung the device on the pole before she went to answer the door bell.

A few moments later, she reentered the basement. Behind her was another Asian woman about ten years younger. It was obvious from her demeanour and clothing that she was a street walker.

I was outraged and it showed on my face and in my futile struggles.

"You don't mind if someone joins us?" She asked calmly, as though she were asking to turn the heat up a degree or two.

I yelled impotently through my gag and pulled as much as possible against the powerful cables that held me stretched to my limit.

Mrs. Sang looked away and shrugged as she spoke, "Ah well, too bad there is nothing that you can do about it!"

She turned sharply, her eyes making hard contact with mine as she continued softly but vehemently, "I have decided that tonight will see a change in our rules...And you will go along whether you want to or not!"

I yelled again through my gag and impotently shook my head saying silently, "This has gone far enough! I want you to stop!"

As if hearing me clearly, she paused and then stepped closer.

Grasping my head in both hands she put her face a couple of inches from mine and asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"

She continued, "Or could you continue for a bit? I promise I won't be disappointed if you do."

She smiled; a friendly smile and I took a deep breath. I didn't want to stop but I didn't want this other woman here either.

As if I had spoken clearly she answered me, "Oh, the young woman will be staying...If you should decide you want to continue."

An eon passed during which I realized that my pride wouldn't let me quit. I'd continue but this would be the last night. 

Sucked but there it was, plain as day.

It must have shown because she smiled; cat-full-of-canary and turning to the young woman, spoke in an Asian dialect of some sort.

The young woman gave her a hard smile and laughed. It was a street bray and she stepped toward me with cruelty and arrogance displayed in her demeanour.

She turned to Mrs. Sang and said something in their foreign tongue. Turning, she went over to the wall of whips and put her purse and jacket on the shelf. Reaching down, she pulled something out of a cabinet built low to the floor.

She turned and walked back to me. 

I gasped as she let her eyes travel insolently up my legs, passed my now shrivelled unit, up over my torso and finally coming to rest on my face.

In her hands she held the black leather belt that held the anal intruder in place.

My breath quickened as she stepped close to put it on.

I looked desperately over at Mrs. Sang but she refused to meet my glance. Instead, she watched the young street walker place the belt around my hips.

When it came time to insert the leather phallus, she paused to get a bottle of lubricant and a cloth from the shelf. After she had lubricated the thing, she carefully inserted it up my backside.

I stifled a groan and kept my eyes on Mrs. Sang but she continued to refuse to meet my gaze.

The young woman went again to the shelf and picked up a vibrator which also went up my backside; inside the leather intruder.

She was thoughtful enough to turn it on.

Mrs. Sang and I both gasped as the vibrations caused me to flinch. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath.

The young woman stood up and walked in front of me. She was a hard young woman and had undoubtedly seen her share of bad things. They had made her into what she was and what she could do.

She picked the TENS unit up from its place on the pole. Obviously she had seen one of these before. She nodded to herself as if approving of the device.

Her eyes met mine and I tried to meet her gaze with as much defiance as possible. 

She smiled professionally at me before looking to her right and asking Mrs. Sang, in English, "So do you want me to start now or will you start now?"

Chapter Three – Verification

Mrs. Sang spoke to her but my eyes never left the woman who held the unit in her ruthless hands.

"No, you start...I will use the belt while you do what you have to." She said stiffly.

I heard Mrs. Sang clip over behind me. I heard her belt whip through the air before landing.

I had enough time to think, "She must have left the belt on the floor because I never saw her pick it up."

The belt landed with a wet slap as the cruel young woman stepped forward and grabbed my dick with her hand. She smiled as she squeezed my manhood in a professional way. 

In spite of myself, I became aroused and very quickly, my dick was standing flat-against-my-belly hard.

The young woman's smile grew. Her gleaming dark eyes did not leave mine nor did she kneel. She continued to stand as she painfully but rhythmically squeezed my now iron hard dick.

The belt in Mrs. Sang's hands landed with all together too much force and all too often.

I was being punished for being a man and I didn't like it but things were about to get even worse.

The cruel young woman turned on the TENS unit in her hands. She looked at me as though she were only now recognizing what she held.

I did my best not to show her anything but she could read me like a book.

The belt landed again with a wet slap and its fiery kiss was joined by the itch of a TENS unit on a light setting.

I grunted and Mrs. Sang whipped me again.

The young woman turned the TENS unit up a bit and it sent another wave of itching burning sensations through me. 

Mrs. Sang belted me again, even harder than she had before. I grunted and arched away from her attack.

The young woman laughed and turned the TENS unit up even higher before it jolted me again.

I tried to keep my face impassive but this was just no fun.

The young woman turned up the unit up even higher and I grunted as the little machine tortured me past my limits.

I yelled at her to turn it down.

She smirked and turned it up even more.

I screamed and Mrs. Sang, who I had not seen move, stepped close to the young woman before snatching the device out of her hands and turning it off. She put it back in its case on the pole.

Then the young woman snarled at her, Mrs. Sang stepped even closer to her.

There was a fiery exchange as the two women argued back and forth.

Finally, Mrs. Sang said something that caused the young woman to look very shocked indeed.

Mrs. Sang pointed to the stairs and in English said, "Get out!"

The young woman stepped back and went to argue her point again but Mrs. Sang was having none of it. She pointed at the stairs again.

The young woman grabbed her stuff suddenly and turned without another word before leaving. Mrs. Sang followed, I presume to make sure that she actually left.

Mrs. Sang returned a couple of minutes later and stood in front of me, her head bowed.

"I have dealt with her before...When the master held her reins and it was I who endured her cruelties." She confessed softly, "I thought that I could trust her to help me torment you. I was wrong..."

Her voice trailed off and I was startled to see a single tear trickle down her cheek.

I mumbled through the gag and she looked at me quizzically.

I mumbled again and she suddenly understood. Reaching up, she unbuckled the gag and removed it from my mouth.

"Why would you feel the need to have anyone else play with us?" I asked her impatiently.

She shook her head and continuing to look away, sighed as she wiped the tear away.

I reiterated my question but she continued to look down, as though unable to understand what had happened.

"This is so strange!" I thought, "Here I am, nude, stretched spread-eagled and violated yet I am the one in control."

Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes glistening and she spoke from the heart, "I was afraid...Afraid of what I felt and afraid that you would not understand or reciprocate!"

"I looked at her, understanding creeping into me and asked, "What do you feel?"

She let her hands roam across my chest before drawing a deep breath. 

She looked me straight in the eye and said, "I love you!"

I nodded and said, "I love you too. I have for months now."

She looked shocked and asked, "But why didn't you say something?"

"Every time I brought up the topic, you'd get impatient and leave the room or change topics." I reasoned gently, "I would rather be with you and have you like me than be alone and miss you."

She nodded, almost to herself before responding with another question, "So what do you propose we do now?"

I shrugged, as much as possible under these circumstances and said, "Well, you could always untie me and let me do to you what you usually do to me."

I smiled at her shocked expression and said, "No seriously. Gag me and do to me what you were going to do. Think of my struggles as an affirmation of my passion for you. Push me to my limits and I promise; you won't be disappointed."

Chapter Four – Something a Little Different

Mrs. Sang looked down for what seemed like a long time. I said nothing, rather liking the feel of her body so close to mine. It may not have been BDSM play but I'm a man at heart and this was the woman I loved.

Finally, she looked up into my eyes and said, "I have something a little different in mind."

She reached up with the ball gag and reinserted it. Her hand traced the line of my jaw and she smiled, as if saying how nice this was, to herself.

Then she stepped back until she was behind me.

I heard her from behind as she spoke loudly enough for me to hear, "First, I'm going to whip you until you beg me to stop. After that, I'm going to alternately masturbate you to the brink of orgasm, repeatedly. You'll beg me then too. Once I'm done with that, I have something else for us to try."

I felt the anal intruder vibrating away and I knew that when Mrs. Sang whipped me, it would be every bit as hard as it usually was. I was right too.

She lashed my nude and vulnerable butt hard and often. I grunted and struggled as she lashed me. But this time, she was thoughtful enough to give me time between strokes of the belt, to recover. 

I was nearing the end of my physical abilities. The work out, the torture, her confession and now my tasting the whip again had all conspired to wear me out.

I began to yell and flinch as the lash landed, hard and cruel. I knew that she would not stop until I used my safe word. I had told her to push me, she had said she was going to and now she was.

I felt the belt land again. It left yet another burning mark on my posterior. I cried out and flinched against it.

I could suddenly hear her raspy breathing as she was becoming aroused by my bound antics.

The belt whispered through the air and I tightened my tired body in anticipation of its impact.

As it landed on already bruised and inflamed skin, I cried out and finally realized I had had enough!

Mrs. Sang lashed me again and I called out my safe word. 

She lashed again anyway and asked calmly, "Are you sure? Be sure because we will be taking it to the next level when I stop!"

I yelled my safe word and opened my hands wide as if to say, "Enough, I've had enough of that!"

I heard the belt hit the floor and she stepped so close I could feel her press against my back.

Her hot breath and her ready hands on my nude torso helped me prepare myself mentally for what I knew was coming.

It wasn't long in coming either.

Mrs. Sang walked over to the shelf and returned with a bottle of lubricant, a wash cloth and a folding chair that had been leaning against the shelf for just this purpose.

She unfolded the chair and sat down right in front of me. Without any preamble, she squeezed a large dollop of lubricant onto her right palm.

Looking up into my eyes she said demurely, "You were so right, I have not been disappointed so far!"

Then she turned her gaze onto my flaccid penis and she smiled as she said, "I think we can do something with this!"

Reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed my soft dick and began to rhythmically squeeze and release it. Within a minute I was semi hard. Within two minutes, I was very hard and within three minutes I was so hard I was leaking precum.

I did my best not to groan or squirm. It was a kind of delicious suffering and I made the most of it.

Mrs. Sang murmured approvingly.

Taking her right hand full of lubricant, she carefully applied it to my now throbbing member.

Her lips pouted in a moue as she slowly and carefully stoked my iron hard dick from its base to the tip of its head.

I groaned with delicious pleasure and sighed as Mrs. Sang masturbated me.




The Mysterious Mrs. Sang  Endurance



I stood on tip toe with an iron hard on. I was bound nude and stretched tightly in spread-eagled fashion. I had a large ball gag deep in my mouth. A cruel yet loving woman was doing totally in control of tormenting me until I begged her to stop. Then she had 'something different in mind'. I could hardly wait!

But right now she stroked my hard erection again and I groaned with pleasure.

"You will not come!" She warned me, "You are not to come until I allow you to!"

Then she masturbated me faster and harder than before. Waves of pleasure swept through my body.

I shivered as I watched her expert hands torment me again and again. She was totally into this and it was only my place to endure. Unconsciously I humped her hand and she smiled.

When I could take no more I cried out through the gag.

"Enough, I'm going to come! I'm going to come!" I cried out through my gag and did my best to pull my immobilized dick away from her knowing grip.

She smiled and wiping off her hands, reared back and holding it with one hand slapped my cock with the other!

I knew that she intended to do this. It helped lessen the pain not at all. She slapped me until I was soft. First a forehand, then a backhand slap would land on my hard dick until it was hard no more.

I flinched and cried out as her blows landed but there wasn't much else I could do.

She repeated this masturbate-to-the-brink and slap-to-flaccidity several more times.

I could feel that my endurance was nearing the end. I cried out my safe word. I did it because I was tiring and not because I couldn't take anymore. 

She sensed my exhausted state and aroused me to iron hardness once more. She stood up at that point and stepped back.

"Look at me!" She commanded.

I did as she bade me to and I watched as she shed the red Chinese Silk gown. It dropped in a puddle at her feet. My already hard dick became even harder as I watched her daintily lift one leg and step out of the gown; her four inch stiletto clicking slightly as it landed.

She stepped close to me and I could feel her naked body close to mine.

"You are not to come until I allow you too!" She reiterated.

Then, lifting up one foot high in the air, she placed both hands on my shoulders and lowered herself onto my throbbing erection.

"Fuck me!" She ordered

It was an order I was only too happy to carry out as best I could given my restrained position.

Suddenly she spoke again, ""But do not come! I'm going to have many climaxes before you are done pleasuring me!"

As her first climax approached, I could feel her pulse and grind against my hard body. If I had not been so tightly restrained on tip toe, we'd have fallen over and probably not even noticed!

She arched her head back and grabbed at my bound body. I had seen her come many times before but never quite like this.

Her passion was greater than any I had every witnessed.

After her first orgasm, she looked slightly down at me. My throbbing organ still pleasured both of us. She smiled and cupped my head as she stared into my eyes.

"It's true...I do love you!" She said, her voice full of wonder, "But when you are done servicing me, I'm still going to stroke your cock after I bring you off!"



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang  Formality



Forward

The events depicted at the end of Chapter Four are based upon personal real life experiences. They should only be attempted under the care and guidance of a professional.

This story takes place a few days after the events depicted in 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang – Endurance'.

The first three chapters are all about plot and character development. 

(Oh...Uh, speaking of character development. There really is a 'Mac'. Tread soft if you should pass him on the street...)

Chapter Four actually occurred (although the events leading up to it and details of the experience are slightly different).

It is really with Chapter Five that the Femdom naughty bits with Mrs. Sang begin.

The 'Very' naughty bits begin with Chapter Six.

Enjoy...

Chapter One – Despair 

"It just couldn't get any better than this." I thought to myself, "Here I am, I love this incredible woman and now I know she loves me. What could possible go wrong?"

I felt on top of the world as I stepped smartly up to Evelyn Sang's door.

She answered my knock. Her composure was as aloof as usual. 

I smiled and stepped forward to embrace her without bothering with shutting the door all the way. 

"What did it matter anyway?" I thought, "We were adults and it was our business how we conducted ourselves." 

Her face showed her mild surprise and she actually gasped in surprise at my touch.

"Please, someone will see!" She said sharply as she stepped away from me.

She ushered me in all the way and shut the door tightly before doing something feminine and rather fastidious with her hands. She looked down at the floor and I could tell that she was uncomfortable about something.

"What's the matter, Evelyn? I asked rather impatiently.

She looked rather surprised at my use of her first name. I had thought we were past such old world formalities. Obviously, I was wrong.

"I am very uncomfortable with our new arrangement." She began rather stiffly, "I know what I said that night but I have been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days."

She paused, as if weighing her next few words but I had a good idea of what was coming. My heart sank.

"It is all too much, too sudden and just too, too, too..." Her voice trailed off for a moment before she resumed, "I think it best if we discontinue seeing each other outside of our respective professions."

Not once did she look up. I had the feeling that if I had stepped forward and picked her up in my arms; her resistance would have melted. Only the fact that she would have undoubtedly hated me later stopped me from acting.

It was apparent that her mind was made up. Her stance was forbidding and she crossed her arms before raising her head to look me squarely and disapprovingly in the eye.

Only her quivering lower lip seemed to tell me how difficult this all was for her.

I nodded awkwardly and left without speaking. It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

The next few days went by in that kind of slow and painful way that only those who have ever felt true heartbreak can know.

I didn't get drunk, although I felt like it. I didn't go out and pick a fight, although I felt like that too. I just continued to live as best I could but it was as though I had a hole in my heart. 

I just couldn't stop thinking of her. However, she had made up her mind and I knew what 'no' meant. I'd be damned if I'd go crawling back!

A couple of days after she had formally ended our relationship, the end of the month arrived.

I decided to use our weekly business meeting in her office as a way to find out what was really going on. If she really meant to give up on us, then I intended to end our business relationship, as well. It wasn't that I was mad (although I was); it was that I couldn't be near her without wanting more.

When I arrived at her office door, she had visitors. I could hear them talking through the walls. It didn't sound like a pleasant conversation either.

Her office was on the second floor of a two story building. It was late and only her office was occupied at the present time. But luck and a sloppy tenant had left the door beside her office unlocked. 

I wouldn't have to burst in to her office and see what was going on. If it was nothing, I'd have made more of a hash of things for naught.

Stealth was more in order. The wall that separated her office from the one that I had walked into was very thin. It was more of a partition that a two by four wall. The entire building was old and looked like it might collapse at any moment.

I had joked with Mrs. Sang about it more than once when we had conducted our meetings here.

I had to be very quiet and if I stood on a desk, I could see through a crack high in the wall. It didn't give me much of a view but I could see enough. 

There were at least four people that I could see. There were two Asian men in expensive and rather gaudy clothes, a strange young woman with her back to me and Mrs. Sang.

Chapter Two – Danger

Mrs. Sang was face down on the desk. She was tied up tightly and she was nude.

Her wrists were tied together behind her back and so were her elbows. Her knees and ankles were also tied together. Her ankles were pulled back until they nearly touched her wrists. A rope went around her head twice both gagging and effectively blindfolding her. It was fastened by another length of rope to her wrists and ankles. 

Just as I was about to turn and charge off to her rescue, one of the men pulled out a black semi automatic handgun. He brandished it as he seemed to listen intently.

I belatedly realized that he had heard my attempts to find out what was going on. He simply didn't recognize them, yet.

The other woman, presumably the one in charge, snapped at him in a foreign tongue and he put away his weapon.

There was something familiar about the other woman but I couldn't put my finger on it nor did it seem important at that moment.

I had to get to Evelyn and save her!

However, confronting these people directly was a good way to get killed. I was now quite certain I knew what was going on but it would require considerable nerve and skill on my part if I was to save the woman I loved.

The other woman was obviously in charge. She said something in a foreign tongue and one of her confederates stepped over and rolled the bound and nude Mrs. Sang onto her side like a sack of flour.

Mrs. Sang shrieked and the man holding her on her side whispered something in her ear. His hand found her bare breast and squeezed the nipple. She quit shrieking.

He smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. 

I seriously reconsidered killing them right then but I knew they'd likely shoot me down before I got them all.

"Damn, Damn, Damn!" I cursed silently to myself, "No way are they going to get away with this...No way at all!"

The second man placed a large black satchel on the desk beside the nude woman and between the two henchmen; they forced Mrs. Sang's helplessly bound and nude body into the bag. They zipped it shut.

As they turned to leave, I saw the face of the other woman. It was the prostitute from the other night!

This time she was wearing a very fashionable suit and the way her face was made up made her look older than she had the other night. 

She looked over at the bag containing Mrs. Sang. Her eyes widened slightly and glittered with malice as she lit a cigarette and elegantly blew a cloud of smoke at the ceiling.

They left quickly after that. They went down the stairs and out into a large sedan. The black bag containing the woman I loved went carefully into the trunk. 

I waited briefly and followed them in my car. Surprisingly, I was all but numb. Instead of being all panicky or emotional, I seemed to feel nothing at all. I'd been taught that it could go that way though, so I wasn't entirely surprised.

Mostly I considered how to get Mrs. Sang away from these people safely. It didn't matter that she had spurned me. What mattered now was her safety.

As I drove I made a call on my cell phone. I was lucky and I got through. After I had made my arrangements, I closed the phone and considered my options as I pursed the woman who had taken my heart.

We drove for about an hour, ending up in a crowded inner city China town neighbourhood. Oriental script covered the doorways of various establishments. The sedan containing Mrs. Sang and her captors finally turned into a modern five story parking lot that seemed quite at odds with the old buildings surrounding it. 

They drove in and I followed.

They weren't hard to see and made no attempt to hide themselves. They strolled down the street like they owned it. One of the henchmen carried the black satchel containing Mrs. Sang's bound nude body.

If anyone recognized them or thought their behaviour odd, they said nothing.

I watched as they entered an old building. I could see them clearly as they walked to the end of the hallway and down the stairs into the basement.

I made another call on my cell and told the guy on the other end where I was before following.

After a moment I carefully made my way into the basement.

It was really just a long hallway with a couple of doors for the furnace room and a small room originally designed for use by the janitor. It had now been renovated for other uses. The hallway bulb was out, whether deliberately or by accident, I couldn't say.

On silent feet I carefully made my way through the nearly black hallway. The only light was from a single bulb in the ceiling of the room itself. What I saw was right out of an old men's magazine from my father's era.

An old metal framed bed was the only piece of furniture in the room. The two men had untied a nude Mrs. Sang only to have retied her to the bed. Her long bondage had made resistance all but futile.

Mrs. Sang was now ball gagged. The muted shrieks she gave behind her gag went unheeded.

Chapter Three - Bargain Basement

The other woman looked on contemptuously at her.

The woman spoke then; her voice was calm, cultured and rich as she said, "I want you to know that while there is not much call for an Asian prostitute of your age...I made it a point to find many clients who will be eager to use you! Oh, and the fact that you are reluctant, made an excellent selling point! They will all be lining up in a few minutes to use every orifice you have!"

Suddenly she reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of cloth while stating cheerily, "Here is a blindfold, so that you will not have to bear the indignity of seeing who you are copulating with!"

She smiled with hatred as she continued, "I have even called upon my very unpleasant competitor and hated rival, the sadistic leather dominatrix, Madame Chow to supervise. Frankly, I can't think of a worse fate than to be at her mercy!"

She took a drag off her cigarette and as an afterthought, she added, "But I don't want to be distracted and miss any of your pain! I have told her that she can have what's left on the bed afterwards!"

She paused to take another, deeper drag off of her cigarette before continuing, "No one tells me to get out...No One!"

Mrs. Sang looked appalled at the other woman. 

Right then, one of the henchmen must have seen a movement on my part. He shouted and reached for his weapon. The other man turned to see what was happening. The woman stepped back involuntarily, her face filled with shock and fear. She dropped the blindfold to the floor.

There was no time to think and almost no time to act. I charged into the room from the hallway. I never did remember it clearly. One moment I was charging against two thugs and the next, both were down and unconscious. I had the gun I'd seen earlier. It was in my hands and pointed at the woman. 

She must have thought that I wouldn't shoot and she was right. 

As she reached into her purse for what was obviously a weapon, I stepped in quickly and punched her on the jaw. She was a slight woman and I am a powerful martial artist with a lot of experience. She fell and the gun in her purse fell away with a clatter.


Quickly I untied Mrs. Sang. Her eyes were filled with wonder and tears. I shook my head to indicate we were still in danger and that we had to hurry.

She paused long enough to trace the line of my jaw with her hand before standing on shaky legs.

We stripped the woman, who was close to Mrs. Sang's size and Mrs. Sang put the clothes on.

As we turned to leave, a large oriental woman and three other young men entered the room. They pulled guns as I pulled the one I'd appropriated and we all stood pointing weapons at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

For a moment it looked like it might turn into a Mexican standoff with everybody dying. 

Then a soft sound came. It was a man deliberately coughing from behind the big woman. It was Mac (my kung fu teacher) and two of his top students. They too, had handguns that were out and pointed in the right direction. It looked like my phone calls had paid off.

But it was really when the nude woman on the floor suddenly groaned softly that the danger seemed to pass. 

Well, at least for some of us...

The big woman looked down at her and smiled. 

Looking back up at me, there was absolutely no fear in her eyes as she said, "I am Madame Chow...I understand that I am to supervise the breaking in of a new submissive?" 

She spoke lightly, like she was asking for directions and although she spoke politely, I knew that we were all in terrible danger. That this woman would not hesitate to order her men to attack and kill us all was very apparent.

So I merely nodded in acknowledgement and canted my head toward the woman on the floor. My gun wavered not one inch.

Madame Chow snapped something in her native dialect and two of her henchmen put their guns away. The third stood guard. Stepping forward, the two men walked past us and picked up the woman who had so much hatred for Mrs. Sang.

Madame Chow ignored my firearm and walked heavily over to stand in front of her nude and dazed rival.

She smiled, a cruel smile before speaking, "Well, Madam Chung! Remember when you had my favorite niece repeatedly raped? Do you remember my vow to show you what it was like to be in her place?"

Madame Chung shook her head fearfully from side to side. Her nude body held cruelly by her hated rival's henchmen. Her own men were either dead or unconscious.

She paused dramatically before adding, "Today I make good on that vow!"

The nude woman struggled wildly and her cry of fear made me feel a little ill. That I despised her wasn't relevant. I didn't want to be an accessory to 'any' gang rapes (no matter who was to be on the receiving end).

If the odds had been better, I might have put a stop to what was happening right there. But the chances of us all dying were just too great. 

"It was time for plan 'B'". I thought to myself.

Madame Chow reached down to the floor and picked up the blindfold before commanding her men to, "Assist her!"

In the hall; we could hear the line up starting to build.

In the room, we could hear Madame Chung crooning wildly and in despair through her new ball gag, as the men tied her nude and struggling body to the bed, in preparation for the activities to follow. 

Beside her, we could hear Madame Chow laughing mercilessly.

We backed out of the room and left the building but... 

Chapter Four – Double Ring Ceremony

On the way out of the building I triggered the fire alarm. And as we made our way to the car, I paused at a pay phone to call nine one one and tell them about a group of men who had started a fire in the basement. I was thoughtful enough to give the correct address before hanging up.

In the car, Mrs. Sang looked at me in wonder and asked why.

"I am not a rapist. Not even by proxy or providence." I said while driving, "I don't believe that rape is anything other than a brutal crime of violence where sex is the venue of choice."

I took a deep breath before continuing, "I rang the alarm to give Madame Chow time to leave and I phoned to make sure that she did."

"Also, your enemy is not my teacher!" I shrugged, uncomfortable with the topic.

I caught Mac exchanging looks with his two top students in the rear view mirror. They looked very pleased. 

When the drive came to an end and both Mrs. Sang and I would have offered our thanks, Mac and his students waved us off.

"There is no need to thank us...We were just doing our part; just like you did when you rang that alarm." Mac smiled at me and continued, "We'll see you both in class!"

Then they were gone.

Mrs. Sang turned to me and asked, "So, what now...?"

I looked carefully at the woman I loved.

"Well, that's up to you..." I paused before continuing, "I married my first wife to protect her. I was young and stupid and I expected her to love me instead of simply being grateful."

I paused while Mrs. Sang digested this before continuing, "After she left and I had some time to sort things out, I came to see how ridiculous that was."

She smiled and asked, "You do realize that the concept of the woman loving her rescuer is a common enough fantasy in many cultures?"

I nodded and responded, "If you want, we can go our separate ways but..."

I choked a little and looked down before she smiled sweetly and reached up with one hand to touch my face.

She said softly, "What if I want to stay with you? What then?"

I looked down, profoundly overcome with emotion before speaking, "I...I'd like that."

Before she could speak I added, "I realize that you will always be aloof in public and in charge in private. I realize I very nearly bungled this thing we have. I am willing to observe the proprieties. If you'll have me as your secret lover, I'd be proud to help you keep that secret."

She paused until I met her eyes before responding, "I accept your proposal but I also have three provisos to add. One, I would like you to continue to address me as 'Mrs. Sang', as that is how I think of myself. Two, I will never again marry but I want only you. And three, I want a double ring ceremony."

I paused and looked at her quizzically, "The last two don't make a lot of sense together...Mrs. Sang."

She laughed lightly and looked at me with that naughty light flashing from her eyes, "Oh, but they do!"

She took me to local donut shop nearby and had me eat a couple of sticky sweet things and a can of soda. After that we went to a tattoo parlour that she seemed to know a lot about.

She greeted the owners and with hugs and smiles all around, it was apparent that she was well known.

Turning to me she said, "While I have no tattoos or piercings, my master and late husband had several of both. I want you to get both your nipples pierced while I watch."

I looked surprised and involuntarily touched my manhood through my pants.

"No." She said, as if answering my unspoken question, "I don't want your penis pierced. Even though my good friends have explained the safety of what they do; I have concerns about infection and injury. It's silly but that's my worry."

She continued with a serious look at her friends, "There is also the waiting time for these piercings to heal before we can engage in sex. And there is the complete lack of spontaneity. After all, one doesn't fuck with a piece of metal in one's erection."


The piercers had obviously had this talk with Mrs. Sang before because they neither defended themselves nor looked offended by her words.

I thought over her idea and frankly, the concept was arousing. After conferring with Mrs. Sang and the piercer about what procedures would be followed, I was ready.

The piercer asked, "Have you eaten? A couple of donuts will calm the adrenaline surge that hits you when I pierce you."

I answered affirmatively and we began. 




The Mysterious Mrs. Sang  Formality



Mrs. Sang watched as I stripped to the waist and lay on the piercers table.

The piercer took hold of one of my nipples in what looked like a pair of tongs. Then she pierced my nipples; first one and then the other. It hurt but in the end, I had two tiny rings; one through each nipple.

The piercer gave me my aftercare instructions and told me that the piercings would take some months to heal properly.

I nodded my thanks and we left.

Chapter Five – Whites

The radio in Mrs. Sang's kitchen was full of reports coming out of China Town later that day. The police were being unusually tight lipped but this much was clear. The authorities had interrupted some rather seedy activities going on in the basement of a downtown building. Two women and several men were being held on suspicion and weapons charges. 

Mrs. Sang smiled at me over her kitchen table and said, "I want you to know that I have something 'else' special planned for you."

I smiled and said, "I'm ready!"

She took the whites out of their place in a kitchen cabinet and handed them to me wordlessly.

Under her hot stare, I stripped naked and put them on.

She led the way into the basement and I followed. My heart was racing and my breath was shallow. Whatever she had planned was going to be good. I could feel it.

She tied me standing spread-eagled between the now familiar two poles. She used the cables attached to the electric winches and made sure I was firmly immobilized and standing on tip toe in the whites.

She took one last look at me and said, "I'll be back in a few moments!"

Her dark eyes were flashing as she went back upstairs. 

I could hardly wait and even though I was very securely bound, I felt kind of safe. There is nothing like having one's love reciprocated to make one feel safe.

I also knew that safe was a far cry from comfortable. Tonight was going to see Mrs. Sang make me very uncomfortable.

A few minutes later she returned to the basement where I stood bound spread-eagled.

As she descended the stairs, I could see that she wore the gold colored Chinese Silk Gown. It was slit up to the hip and she had pinned her hair up. Her face was done up, as well.

In her hands, she carried a tray that contained several items. She had placed a small table beside the poles where I stood bound. She put the tray she had carried from upstairs down on it.

The tray contained several items but I couldn't see it too well from my vantage point. She didn't want me to see and that as fine. I trusted her.

She stepped very close to my face and studied me for a minute before speaking, "What you did today took great courage. Only an equal would have behaved in such a fashion."

She paused to run her hand down the side of my face before continuing, "When I realized I loved you; it was the love of a master for her slave. Now, after today, I have realized that you are no one's slave."

She stared into my eyes as if seeing me for the first time, "I cannot ever submit to anyone...Not after the promise I made before the master passed away. But I can see that you want me and that submitting to me is not the act of a slave. It is the act of an ardent and powerful man."

She paused to draw a deep breath before continuing, "I have never known this kind of love before. What I had with the master was very special and I have come to terms with the fact that it is gone. What I have with you is very different yet both are the same."

She looked puzzled but I got it and said, "Yes, I get it, even if you don't fully understand. I have dignity and I demand respect even in my submission. As the new master, you are not yet familiar with this concept...Even though you had such dignity and respect when you were the sub."

She nodded and let her eyes look down while she stepped even closer and rested her head on my muscular chest. Her hands ran up and down the sides of my torso. She sighed in contentment.

After a minute she stepped back and said formally, "When I started with the master, he had me wear the white clothing you wear. After some time and many pleasurable experiences had past, he had me discard them. My master told me they were no longer to be used by me when in his presence. He was many years older than me and he told me that one day, after he had passed on, I would be the master and that the whites should go on my new slave. He made me promise and I was only too happy to. I just never realized what would happen when I carried it out."

She continued resolutely, "After today, I think we can safely say that you no longer fit into the category of 'slave'. You are now every bit as much my equal as I was the master's equal when he had me discard the whites. You are my submissive but you are no one's slave!"

Mrs. Sang carefully added, "I don't think that there will be any need for you to save these for your slave when I pass on, do you?"

I shook my head 'no' and we both smiled at that.

She then took a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut the whites from my body. She was careful as she removed the now useless rags from my bound and spread-eagled body. 

Then she picked up a bottle of antiseptic soap and a razor before she shaved me. She shaved my face, my armpits, carefully around the rings in my chest and last but not least, she shaved my pubic hair off.

As she worked, I watched her in silence. I could smell her perfume. I could see the flash of leg beneath her skirt every time she moved. The bold play of her muscles was apparent on her arms as she worked on me.

Her face was impassive but her eyes were hot with desire.

After she was done, she picked up a folded washcloth from the tray and lovingly wiped me down. When she got to my crotch she grabbed my penis and rhythmically squeezed it from semi hardness until it was flat against my belly and precum was leaking from it.

She smiled and standing, replaced the cloth on the tray.

"From now on, I expect you to be shaved as you are tonight. Know that I find the look of a powerful man who is both shaved and pierced to be 'very' appealing." She smiled at me.

Before turning and walking over to the wall of whips, she looked me square in the eye and she said, "There will be one other thing I require but that will wait until another night."

Then she picked out her favourite thick black belt and said cryptically, "We are going on a trip to the edge, tonight!"

Chapter Six – Consummation

She stepped behind me, the clip of her stilettos echoing throughout the basement.

I heard her indrawn breath as she wound up to strike. The belt whispered through the air and landed with a wet splat on my butt. 

I grunted and tried to remain as stoic as possible.

She reared back and I heard the belt whisper through the air before I felt its fiery kiss on my ass. As much as I tried not to, I still flinched.

She wound up and grunted as she lashed me a third time. The belt was getting a real work out tonight but then, I was too.

The fourth time she lashed me, I gasped and I heard her murmur in mild appreciation. The force of the strikes that she was using tonight was every bit as hard as anything she had ever done to me.

I gasped as the belt found my ass. After several minutes of whipping me there, she allowed her choice of targets to wander.

The hungry end of the belt found my back and my chest. It worked its way across my stomach.

When I could take no more, I began to cry out. Mrs. Sang paused to take a large ball gag from the shelving unit and insert it between my panting lips.

I looked at her as she did this. A half smile adorned her face and her eyes were even hotter than they had been earlier. I knew I was in for a long night.

After she had inserted the gag, Mrs. Sang resumed her position and lashed my helplessly bound body again and again. This time she was a little lighter in her strokes.

These hurt as well but I could have taken more, so I said nothing outside of a few gasps here and there. I fully grasped that this was about her asserting dominance over me. I was only too pleased to endure for her!

At length, I heard her drop the whip and step closer to me. I felt her press herself against my broad restrained torso. Her hands ran where they would, as though possessing a mind of their own.

I wasn't gasping but I was certainly warmed up and so was she. She collected a bottle of lubricant and a cloth from the wall of whips, as well as a folding chair.

Sitting down in front of me, she lubricated her hands and I knew what was coming next.

"I should no longer have to tell you not to come without permission!" She warned me without looking up, as she grasped my now shrivelled cock.

A few squeezes and a couple of strokes brought my cock from its flaccid state to a semi erect state. A couple of minutes of her expert manipulations brought me to iron hardness.

It was at that point that things became, more interesting.

Instead of measuring her pace and making sure she kept me within my limits; she began to test those limits.

She'd stroke me in a brisk firm fashion until I was gasping and struggling to not come. Then she'd pause slightly to slap my cock before continuing.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, her expert and cruel hand worked my sensitive unit with an ease born of long practise. I did my best to keep up and not come.

This was turning into a bit of an ordeal and it must have shown on my face as she spoke to it.

"As I said, I am going to take you to the edge tonight." She intoned softly, "Think of it as a reward."

She resumed her stroking. Now I was so aroused that my sensitive cock practically leaped at her touch.

She'd start at the base of my unit. Her hand would firmly grasp my shaft and she'd travel the length until she got to the base of my cock head. Without pausing, she'd continue right over to the very top. 

Once there, she'd slide her hand back from the tip of my cock head, all the way past the base of my glands down the oh-so-sensitive shaft until it arrived at the base of my cock.

I'd gasp and moan as waves of pleasure enveloped me. Mrs. Sang smiled and murmured encouragingly.

Then she'd do it again. At length, I began to have real trouble not coming. I tried to flinch away from her but my tight bonds would not allow it.

I tried to speak around the large ball gag and tell her that I was going to come but she ignored me.

In desperation, I tried to tilt my hips as far from her hands as I could. She smiled and her knowing hand simply followed my helplessly nude bound body in its futile attempt.

When I was but a stroke or two from coming, she suddenly slapped my cock and stood up.

"Now for the last..." She smiled at me, her eyes hot with desire.

She undid her gown and let it fall before stepping out of the puddle it made. Turning, she walked over to the wall and took something down. 

She walked back until she was standing in front of me. She made a deliberate show of putting on the black leather strap-on. 

I gasped and looked at her carefully. She smiled and stepping close cupped my face with one hand.

"I am thinking of it as a consummation of sorts...Of the words we exchanged earlier today when you said you'd be honoured to be my secret lover." She smiled, cupped my face with her right hand and stepped behind me, her stilettos clipping all the way.

She had seen fit to grab the bottle of lubricant on the tray and I heard her applying it to the strap on cock.

The lubricant was cool as the tip of her erection touched my ass.

"Relax...You know what to do." She cooed as she slowly entered my anal passage.

I did my best to relax and push back slightly against her intrusion. When the big plastic phallus had reached its end, she slowly and carefully withdrew it until only an inch or so remained. Then she pushed the length of it back into me.

Over and over I felt / heard her violate me anally. I heard her breathing get real ragged and she began to move faster and jerkier as she progressed. Then I could tell as she started to come. 

I did my best to urge her on. I groaned and humped back against her, arching my back in a way I knew appealed to her.

Suddenly I heard her gasp and groan, felt her shake and I knew she was in the grip of a powerful orgasm.

I was pleased, as I had allowed only Mrs. Sang to get this close to me. I enjoyed giving her pleasure in this way, although I got very little.

Chapter Seven - The Stroke

A couple of minutes later, she pulled out and I heard her step around until she was in front. She sat down on the folding chair without bothering to remove her strap on. Its slick shiny form bobbed in time to her strokes as she resumed tormenting my cock.


She smiled as I began to hump her hand. She laughed slightly as I gasped at her touch. My cock was very nearly to the point of being over stimulated.

She nodded, almost to herself and as she continued to masturbate me with skill and power she said, "Now, I'm going to give you six more strokes. If you don't come in six more strokes, you don't get to come for...Say, an hour! And I want you to know that I will enjoy the very thought of you down here...Bound, nude and desperate to come. It will make what follows very interesting!"

She said it in such a way that I really believed her. I cried out in passion from behind the gag and pulled hard on the cables that held me fast.

"Six..." She spoke formally as she ignored my protests.

Her hand started at the base of my swollen and sensitive cock before travelling up and over its bulbous head. It slammed back down along its original course and I shuddered with a growing climactic build-up.

"Five..." She counted with the sense of anticipation ringing in her voice, as I tightened my muscles and heaved helplessly and she smiled cruelly, her eyes gleaming with lust.

I looked down to see her knowing hand travel back up my engorged iron hard shaft. I was so close to coming!

"Four..." Her voice was low and sultry this time.

I groaned with delicious anticipation at her expert hand on my oh-so-available manhood. Every vein stood out in bold relief as she stroked me again!

Three..." She counted it out loud as though measuring a public punishment that I was to endure.

I could see her face and the lust it held; feel her hand as it ran the length of my nearly climaxing organ!

"Two..."Her voice was rising now, with foreboding menace.

I thrilled to hear it and thrashed wildly within my restraints. 

"And one...Well...I'll see you in an hour!"She deliberately looked at my pulsing cock as she spoke.

She began to stand but I could feel I was right on the edge and I screamed, "Please! Please!"

She looked at me with cruel eyes and a mean smile before she reached over and grabbed my iron hard erection at its base. 

As her hand travelled the length of my hard cock, she commanded me, "Come, Now!"



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Grace



Foreword

For the first half of the story I have deviated slightly from safe, sane and consensual for the sake of plot and character development. Without a conflict, there is just no story. 

'Once upon a time; they lived happily ever after,' makes for a dull read. While descriptions of sexual activities and the feelings they bring up are fun; it's better when there is a bit of a plot first. 

So bear with me on this story.

Spoilers follow to the start of Chapter One.

Let's face it, nothing truly permanent will happen to either 'I' or 'Mrs. Sang'. What would be the point?

The naughty bits start a quarter into the first chapter.

But the naughty bits with Mrs. Sang start at the I am tested - and then I am tested again. beginning of Chapter Four. 

Chapter One -- Unusual Developments

It had been over six months since I had saved Mrs. Sang. Over six months of wedded bliss; except that there had been only words to each other and the 'Double Ring Ceremony'. Now my nipples carried one tiny ring each. I was her man but I was not her husband. For me; given the context of 'us'; that worked.

Our days went the way they had before. But our Nights; those were different! Only the activities remained the same. Our passions had been ignited and respect and discipline were like fires that kept us hot!

We rode close to the edge and we liked it that way yet on the outside nothing seemed to be amiss. Our passions were our little secret.

One day, Mrs. Sang's 'wild child' twenty year old niece, Grace Tan came from Hong Kong to stay with Mrs. Sang temporarily. 

When I say she was a 'wild child'; I mean that when you looked up the term in the dictionary, there was her picture sneering back at you, as she gave you the finger.

It was an inconvenience but only a temporary one, at that.

Grace had ignored the rules at her home so at first she tried that with Mrs. Sang's too. That had been a mistake on Grace's part and after a battle of wills, Grace had backed down.

Mrs. Sang still had a lock installed on the door to her basement. Just in case...

Grace attended college and twice a week, she attended night classes. On those nights, we played for the two or three hours she was out. 

On the other nights, we would allow the intensity to build. It made for an interesting time.

One Friday, Mrs. Sang and I went out for dinner. Grace was supposed to join us but one of her friends called and she went with them instead. As it turned out, that was a good thing.

Mrs. Sang had promised me a traditional Chinese meal. 'Dim Sum' she had called it. 

We made arrangements to go to a restaurant in another city not far away.

Once seated, Mrs. Sang waved away the menus and ordered an assortment of appetizers. The 'Won Ton' soup was brought to our table and it was delicious. 

A few minutes later I noticed I was becoming disoriented. I looked over at Mrs. Sang but she had passed out. I looked around and noticed that the place seemed deserted. Then I passed out too.



I was dreaming. Mrs. Sang had tied me spread-eagled in her basement. My arms and legs were spread wide and bound securely. A hood with a cable attached to it was over my head, the gag in place. I was blindfolded but I could tell that I was nude too.

First she'd lashed my butt with a whip. It cracked and sounded very menacing as it sizzled through the air. I would grunt and yell through my gag inarticulately and uninhibitedly, as the leather landed. 

"Odd that Mrs. Sang would use a whip instead of the belt." I thought to myself.

After a few minutes, she'd fondle my dick to hardness. There was a harshness that wasn't usually there. I also noticed that the timing was off from the way she usually masturbated me.

"Odder still, that she used so much force when she grabbed me." My silent train of muddled thought ran, "Almost like it was someone who didn't know me intimately..."

Suddenly, I came to full awareness. The restaurant, the drugs, all of it came back in a flash. 

I was also aware of something else. It wasn't a dream. I really was bound nude and spread-eagled! I was also blindfolded and gagged. Worse still, someone unknown to me was whipping me and masturbating my helplessly bound body!

I was obviously giving someone a lot of pleasure. I could hear heavy, ragged breathing. Whoever she was, her perfume was definitely working. In spite of my predicament, I noticed its sweet scent as she stood behind me, in complete control of my bound nudity.

I involuntarily tightened up and grunted against the lash. If I had been thinking more clearly, I might have played possum but I reacted instead of taking control. It was a slip on my part.

"Ah...He awakens!" A voice that sounded vaguely familiar said with what sounded like triumph.

I heard her high heels click on the floor as she stepped closer to my broad, bound nude back. I inhaled her sweet scent. I involuntarily gasped and flinched as she put her gloved hand on my shoulder.

"Oh...Touchy, aren't we?" She said with mild sarcasm, "You weren't afraid of my touch a few minutes ago."

As if to emphasize her point, she grasped my semi hard cock and squeezed it, hard.

This time, I refrained from flinching although I thought to myself, "A few minutes ago, I was drugged into semi consciousness."

She continued her monologue while I stood nude, bound, blindfolded, gagged and helpless.

"I went to a lot of trouble to acquire you." She pouted, "It took a lot of time and effort, not to mention the money involved; just to acquire you!"

She began to enumerate the various costs involved.

"There was the P.I. just to find you, bribing the people at the phone company so I could listen in on your conversations, renting the restaurant on that specific Friday...All these things took a great deal of effort!" She spoke as though I should be grateful she had kidnapped Mrs. Sang and me.

She continued to rhythmically squeeze my cock but softer this time and was rewarded when it became engorged. I could feel it become harder as waves of pleasure shot up my hardening shaft. I could feel the veins on the side of my cock becoming distended and its bulbous head seemed ready to burst at her now softer touch. 

"Damned treacherous thing has a mind of its own, sure enough!" I thought grimly to myself.

"Well, at least a part of you is grateful!" She observed.

She added sarcastically, "That's okay...This I can 'work' with."

She laughed then, a soft girlish giggle, quite at odds with what she was doing to me.

Suddenly I felt her removing my blindfold. There before me stood the infamous Madame Chow! 

She was still a big bodied woman but obviously she had been working out of late. The last time I had seen her she had walked heavily and slumped when she sat. 

This woman was alive and poised. She walked with an athletic stride and if she was not thin, she was truly voluptuous. Ripe full breasts were barely contained in a black corset that flared out again to wide hips and shapely legs.

God! I loved big beautiful women, almost as much as I love Mrs. Sang.

Hated myself for feeling anything for this treacherous thing but it was what it was. Lust can do that to a guy.

She smiled then, a real honest smile. That worried me, that smile did.

"Where was Mrs. Sang?" I wondered, "And how were we going to get out of this one?"

Chapter Two -- Magnificent Obsession

I felt her drop her hand back to my now iron hard dick where she continued to squeeze it ever so well.

"No one has ever bested me before." She nodded; her eyes suddenly wide, "I have been in this business for a long time and no one has ever gotten away from me under the conditions that you did. No one has ever shown such courage or resourcefulness."

She looked up and away as if remembering a suddenly important detail; her hand still rhythmically squeezing my throbbing erection as she continued.

"I once had a partner but she tried to steal from me. When I caught her, her lover ran, rather than stand and fight." She reminisced, "So I had her turned into a heavy submissive. It was an object lesson."

She nodded to herself but the image that she had just painted for me caused my dick to droop ever so slightly.

She noticed and looking down, commented, "So you don't have a hard heart, hmm?"

Her eyes met mine again and she let her true colours show as she said, "Too bad! I do have a hard heart and unless you learn to enjoy obedience to my command; I will be very unpleasant to your lady!"

Madame Chow stepped back away to reveal a desk with a computer, monitor, key board, microphone and mouse on it. The chair was pushed out of the way.

The monitor was on. It showed a naked oriental woman tied spread-eagled between to support columns. She was gagged and her head was immobilized in a harness attached to a cable that ran from the ceiling. 

There were three men conversing off to one side as the woman struggled helplessly against her bonds. 

"Madame Chung was most surprised when her faithful bodyguards suddenly turned on her two short days after your last visit." Madame Chow observed, "Eventually, she told me everything that I wanted to know."

"Her interrogation, especially the latter parts of it, inspired me!" She added; her eyes alive with lust as she watched the woman on the screen.

After a moment she snapped again, "Now, watch what they do to her!"

She had snarled the last out and I allowed myself to flinch. It was as much of a reaction as she had hoped for because she suddenly touched the keyboard and spoke harshly into the mike.

Then she turned toward me and stepped close. Her hungry eyes roamed up and down my naked body as she resumed squeezing and releasing my sagging dick.

I put my worries behind me. Believe me when I say that was hard. But I put them behind me and played the part Madame Chow seemed to want me to play.

On the monitor, I watched as the three men approached the naked Madame Chung. She seemed fearful and tried desperately to get away.

At the last, I tried to look away or at least close my eyes but Madame Chow wasn't having any of it.

"No, no..." She said softly, "I didn't hurt her. Well, at first I did but when I found out 'The Secret', I stopped hurting her..."

I looked at her quizzically and she smiled, "Just look!"

She gestured at the monitor and I forced my eyes back to what I feared would be some horrible sight. 

I was wrong. 

The naked woman was being lightly whipped from behind by one man but he obviously wasn't hurting her. Her reactions were not those of someone in pain.

Another man stood in front of her and was busy fondling her breasts. He wasn't hurting her either. He was smiling but it wasn't a nice smile.

The third man was kneeling at her feet. In his hands was an electric vibrating wand. It was pressed firmly against her bare cunt.

The naked and bound Madame Chung was fearfully shaking her head. Her body was already starting to show the signs of a building climax. The three men ignored her protests.

As if to answer my unspoken question about 'The Secret', Madame Chow spoke, "Eventually, she told me why Mrs. Sang had thrown her out. She said you displayed pride and courage while bound and aroused and that Mrs. Sang had actually shown feelings for you...A sex slave!!!"

"Upon further investigation, I realized that intensifying orgasms with pleasure must have been Mrs. Sang's secret to controlling you!" Madame Chow beamed at me and I had to work at not groaning, at such a hokey explanation.

"I know I know..."Madame Chow continued, as though sharing an impossible idea as real, "It sounded implausible to me...So I decided to experiment. I took a...Well just watch...We are getting to the first one now."

Madame Chow continued to squeeze and release my now quite flaccid cock as we watched the naked woman sexually stimulated on the screen before us.

Within a minute, as the woman on the screen became aroused, so did I. I hated myself for responding to this predator's manipulations but I could not deny that she was seriously arousing me.

The naked woman on the screen began to convulse and heave as her first orgasm took hold of her. The three men smiled at her obvious behavior and as her orgasm passed they gave her a slight break before starting back up and stimulating her again. She pulled all the harder at her restraints and screamed silently at her three tormentors. 

Madame Chow continued to squeeze and release my now iron hard erection. The sensitive shaft and turgid length throbbed and pulsed to her obvious delight.

"Just as a show of how kind I can be, we will be gentle tonight and let her off with half her daily allotment of twenty orgasms. Isn't that kind of me?" Madame Chow smiled at my hard dick.

Once again, she overstepped her good sense when she added, "How do you think Mrs. Sang will look when she undergoes this treatment?"

Chapter Three -- Saving Grace

Just the thought of my beloved in the cruel hands of these people was enough to get my blood boiling.

Madame Chow must have been ready for it too because she did not react angrily to the near disappearance of my erection.

Instead, she pressed her breasts against my naked torso and allowed her scent to invade my nostrils as she spoke.

"Maybe we will just have a private party. It will be just you and me." She paused and smiled before continuing, "Give to me what you give to 'her' and I won't do anything to her."

She left the rest unspoken but it was clear enough. Either I service this woman or she'd take revenge in the form of a trip on the 'Forced Orgasm Express' for Mrs. Sang. That she was holding Mrs. Sang against her will was obviously not a big deal for Madame Chow.

I made a show of thinking it over before I nodded my assent.

She smiled condescendingly and said, "Just as a show of good faith, I'm going to squeeze and release your cock while we watch Madame Chung's treatment for today!"

I looked right at her as she continued to rhythmically squeeze my hard cock. Her big body was so tantalizingly close. It was just out of touch and so firmly contained in that black leather corset.

Her eyes were filled with lust as she continued to torment my now very hard and throbbing organ. She ignored the woman silently screaming and convulsing on the monitor as she touched me so intimately.

As much as I hate to admit it, all that she was doing to me made me hard as a rock. I would have stopped it if I could but she knew that and was determined to bring me over to her side. I'd obey her and love her or else...

That this would destroy who I actually was did not seem to dawn on her and I knew that if I told her, she'd take it as scorn.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." I remembered.

So I pretended that I was enjoying the 'treatment' of Madame Chung and I submitted to the Madame Chow's 'treatment' of my hard dick. 

The hell of it was that a part of me did enjoy what was happening or I wouldn't have been hard.

Madame Chung was now wildly shaking her head and wringing her bound hands as the three men continued to torment her. After each orgasm, they'd give her a break for a few seconds and then they'd start again.

She knew what was coming and it was going to be her...Again!

My iron hard cock throbbed and pulsed under the cruel Madame Chow's absolute control.

Madame Chung neared another climax. She shook and her head arched back as it took hold. 

My breathing turned ragged and I could feel the beginning of an orgasm.

Madame Chow stopped and said, "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we? Not yet, in any event."

I looked at her and it was obvious that she was very pleased at my reactions.

She stepped back and said, "I have just the thing! Wait right here!"

Then she was gone. Without her constant attentions to my dick, I went soft almost immediately. I started looking for a way to get free. I knew I did not have much time...

Madame Chow hadn't been gone thirty seconds when a head popped through the door. This was followed by the rest of Grace Tan!

She began to work furiously on getting me free, taking the gag off first.

"I want you to know that if Aunt Evelyn wasn't so in love with you, I'd leave you here. It's obvious what you have been doing! I have no respect for unfaithful men!" She spat the last out.

"I have not been unfaithful...Little girl!" I retorted, my voice more shaky than I cared for, "That woman gave me scant choice. Now let's get your aunt and get out of here!"

My clothing lay in a pile in a corner of the room and it took but a moment to dress again. Man, it felt so good to have clothes on again!

Mrs. Sang was in the next room. She was drugged unconscious and still fully clothed. I didn't know whether to be relieved at her condition or grateful to whatever deity was watching over her.

I picked her up and we were all at the front door when Madame Chow reemerged from her office into the hall.

She was nude except for a gigantic strap-on and high heels.

"It's my size, isn't it?" She sounded crestfallen.

I was surprised and it sounded in my voice as I spoke, "No, it isn't...You can't force someone to love you."

I waited a second to marshal my thoughts before adding, "You can only force them to come on command."

"All you're interested in is that I have displayed a strength that you find appealing." I said. 

I paused until she looked up before adding, "Do you realize that I still don't even know your first name?"

"Brenda...My first name is Brenda." Madame Chow said softly.

"Brenda..." I said firmly, "You're running with a rough crowd and you make up the rules as you go along...It's not something I want to be a part of."

Turning to leave I added, "Please, leave Mrs. Sang and me alone, from now on."

Although I tried not to show it, my heart was thumping in my mouth. If she called upon her men; we were going to be in a lot of trouble.

I took a couple of steps with Mrs. Sang before I suddenly realized that I was alone. Grace was still at the door.

As if to put the lie to my words, Grace eyed the big naked woman in an insolent and lustful way.

"Looking Good...Brenda!" Grace said with emphasis on the last word.

We left and went home. Brenda Chow let us go; she stood at the doorway nude except for her strap-on and high heels. 

There was no one around as we left but I got the impression that she wouldn't have cared anyway. 

There was a thoughtful expression on her face as we pulled away in the car Grace was using.

After that, we were extra careful over the next while.

For Mrs. Sang the whole thing was a non event. She had slept through it all. 

Frankly, I was relieved.

Chapter Four -- Renewal

It turned out that Grace had decided to join us at the last moment at the restaurant. She had seen us being abducted and followed before attempting a rescue.

I thought us lucky that she hadn't been kidnapped too but I kept my opinion to myself. After all, I was the one who had been the object of Brenda Chow's affection and without Grace's help things would only have gotten worse.

I explained what had happened after Mrs. Sang had lost consciousness. I did this for her when Grace was around. I also did it for her when we were alone.

When we were alone, I explained my feelings as best I understood them. She had stroked my face and told me that she was proud of me. I believed her but I was not proud of my actions.

Intellectually, I understood why I had done it but emotionally, I felt cheap and silly, like I had been bested by an inferior opponent. It wasn't logical but it was the way I felt.

One night, a week after we had gotten off safe and sound, Mrs. Sang and I found ourselves alone.

"I don't know about you but I have waited long enough!" Mrs. Sang said, as we cuddled on her couch, "If you're up to it, I want to play tonight!"




The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Grace



I gulped and a little flutter went through my belly as I responded, "S...Sure, I'm up for that."

If she had seen my hesitation, Mrs. Sang gave no indication.

She grabbed me by the hair, opened the bathrobe she was wearing (now that we were alone) and forced my face down to her shaved pussy!

"You know what to do!" She commanded me.

She smelled all woman to me as I bent eagerly to my task. I felt her hands on the back of my head as I licked and stroked her intimately with my lips and tongue.

Her passions grew and she became very wet and swollen down there. I could hear her muttering things in Chinese as she began to slowly hump back against my face and the tender ministrations I was giving her.

"Enough!" She cried, at length, "Get up, get your clothes off and go downstairs!"

I was eager enough to obey her.

As we stood, she unceremoniously dropped her robe to the floor and standing proud in her nudity, followed me downstairs.

Once downstairs, she cuffed my wrists together and then attached them before stringing them above my head on a cable attached to an electric winch located on the ceiling, the panel to operate it being located on the wall.

When I was standing on tip toe, Mrs. Sang took down the leather harness from the wall and attached it to me. It included an open place for my shaved privates to poke through. It also included a leather hollow phallus. 

Mrs. Sang was thoughtful enough to grease it before inserting it anally. I also heard / felt her insert the buzzing vibrator into the hollow phallus and lock it there.

She then tied my ankles together. Taking a large ball gag from the wall, she inserted it and buckled it up before stepping back to survey her handiwork. 

I knew that the gag would not interfere with small words and the butt vibrator would do plenty to keep me stimulated. I still felt silly...

Chapter Five - Retribution

Picking up the belt from its customary place on the wall, she spoke, "So, I will ask the questions and you will answer the questions. It is a simple arrangement, really."

She continued, "For every 'yes' you will receive ten lashes on the ass. For every 'no' you will receive thirty rhythmic squeezes of your cock."

She paused and smiled cruelly before asking, "Do you understand?"

I nodded but she wasn't having any of it.

"Uh, uh...How do we answer?" She asked.

She answered her own question, "We answer with a 'yes' or a 'no'." 

Then she reiterated her initial question, "Do you understand?"

She smiled and I saw at once that I wasn't going to get out of this without a lashing.

I hesitated ever so slightly before answering around the gag, "Yes."

"That's what I thought." She said as she positioned herself directly behind my nude bound body.

The belt whispered through the air before impacting on my tight butt. I gasped and I knew that she had lashed me hard! It was going to be a long night!

Nine more strokes followed. I did my best not to cry out or flinch. My tightly bound body tensed as the hungry belt kissed my leather bound ass over and over.

"Do you like this arrangement?" She asked coyly

I gasped and hung heavily on my cuffs as I answered, "No!"

Stepping to my right side she gently grabbed my very flaccid penis in her knowing hands. It was the work of a mere handful of squeezes before I was fully aroused. Another few strokes and I had a very hard erection, indeed.

"Now we can begin." She said.

"Were you tied spread-eagled and totally available for Brenda Chow to torment?" Mrs. Sang asked.

"Yes." I said.

She stepped back behind me and lashed my nude bound body. 

I jerked involuntarily, as the belt landed. She whipped me silently. All that could be heard were her breathing, my grunts and the sound of the belt whispering through the air before it landed with a wet slapping impact.

Had you agreed to this bondage?" She asked.

"No." I said around the gag.

Stepping close again, she squeezed my cock back to iron hardness. I could feel my arousal after another score of strokes, despite the pain. I wasn't going to come at this rate but I definitely wasn't going to be comfortable either.

"Did your dick get hard when Brenda Chow stroked it in her dungeon?" She asked.

"Yes." I said as I hung my head and I felt my dick sag.

I heard her step back and I tensed as the lashing impacted on my helpless butt. Nine more times, she let fly before stopping. 

"That damned belt was getting quite a workout tonight!" I thought.

"Did you want her to touch you?" She asked fiercely.

"No." I said as I straightened up.

As she stepped close to me, I took a moment to stare at her face. She didn't seem to be having a good time either yet I knew that she needed to ask these questions under these conditions as much as I needed to answer them.

It wasn't a matter of logic; it was a purely primitive response. Someone else had tried to take her man and she was reasserting her claim!

"Could she have made you come?" She asked calmly, her eyes alight with lust. 

"Yes." I said as shame filled me and made it hard for me to answer.

Mrs. Sang lashed me harder this time. The ten strokes were delivered in fast succession and I was having a very difficult time not crying out. 

Mrs. Sang's nudity while she tormented me was not an issue, amazingly enough. Usually I was aroused by her naked body.

"Did you want to stay there and let her make you come?" She asked.

"No." I answered her simply.

As her lashings had been hard and intense; her squeezes were exquisite and very erotic. I was gasping and groaning as she brought me to a heightened state of arousal.

Then the questions became a little more complicated.

"Did she ask you: To give yourself to her...As you do to me? Mrs. Sang asked.

"Yes." I answered her (as I had when I told her earlier).

She positioned herself behind me and I heard her swear in Chinese. Then she struck out with the belt. 

Its fiery kiss on my ass set me to gasping. The next was equally as powerful and I cried out, as much at her fury as at the power of her rage. 

She was not deterred and continued to whip my butt eight more times, very hard!

By the end I was yelling and pulling helplessly on the cuffs that held me immobile for her. I shuddered with relief when she finally stopped. 

"Did you want to give yourself to her, even if I hadn't been there?" She asked.

"No." I answered.

But I thought, "I don't care how good looking Brenda Chow was; Evelyn Sang was the only woman for me."

She murmured a consoling sound as she stepped close and rhythmically squeezed my dick to iron hardness, once again.

"Did you want Brenda Chow to touch, 'ME'?" She asked with a heavy emphasis on the last word.

I hesitated and felt very embarrassed before saying, "Yes".

The image of a helplessly bound Brenda Chow on her belly before Mrs. Sang and servicing her with lips and tongue while I watched was a very erotic one to me. 

There was surprise in her voice and I had the feeling she was not expecting that answer when she said, "Oh really?"

She said, "We'll see about that!"

Stepping back, she lashed my naked butt again and again. The strikes were hard punishing blows and I flinched as they found their mark.

"Do you want to see her dominate me?" Mrs. Sang asked coldly.

"No." I said resolutely.

"Oh! I do see!" She said tartly, "Don't be holding your breath while you're waiting for that to happen!"

Mrs. Sang stepped forward, grabbed my dick and rhythmically squeezed me to iron hardness once more.

As she played with my manhood this last time, I felt better now. 

I had felt like I had been tempted by Brenda Chow. Now I felt like I was somehow vindicated.

It wasn't logical but it was the way I felt.

When she was done, Mrs. Sang put the belt back up on the wall. Turning without a word or gesture, she started up the stairs.

Partway up, she paused to catch my eye.

She winked and smiled before she left me, nude, bound, whipped and so every aroused!

I no longer felt silly!



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Hard



Forward

This story is strictly about what happens between Mrs. Sang and I, after she left me bound nude, whipped and aroused at the end of 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang- Grace'.

Any plot events or character developments will be continuing with the story after this one.

Let me reiterate: this is strictly an erotic tale about Mrs. Sang and me the night after we had escaped being kidnapped. 

The very naughty bits begin with Chapter Two.

Chapter One – TENS

I could hear Mrs. Sang moving about from my position. I was still bound nude and gagged with hands together and secured high above my head while standing on tip toe. 

My wrists were cuffed together and attached to a winch by a cable above my head. My ankles were also tied together. My ass was still tender from the cruel beating she had given me and from the anal intruder that now occupied it. My cock was tender and very sensitive, as well.

Mostly I was still very aroused. She had interrogated me with the belt and lubrication. Any time I said 'yes' she whipped me and anytime I said 'no', she masturbated me to the brink of orgasm. It had been a reclaiming of sorts for both of us. 

She had been thoughtful enough to place the harness on my nude body. It was the one with the hollow anal phallus (now filled) and the open place that emphasized my privates.

After a few minutes I heard her high heels clip across the kitchen floor before she made her way down into the basement.

Mrs. Sang was wearing the golden Chinese Silk gown tonight. As usual she had put her hair up and done her face. She looked spectacular. In her hands, she held a tray with several items on it.

She placed the tray on the shelf that ran the length of the wall of whips. Picking up a small nearly flat rectangle of plastic, she made her way over to stand in front of me.

There, she waved the item in front of my face and softly asked, "Do you remember this?"

I felt a small shiver of fear as I eyed the 'TENS' unit in her hands. I nodded and she smiled.

"The last time we used this, it ended badly..." She stated the obvious calmly, as though I hadn't been there.

I found I was holding my breath and I forced myself to take a deep breath and consciously relax.

Mrs. Sang continued, "We are all alone tonight. I just got a call from my niece while I was changing to say she was staying at a girlfriend's tonight and not to worry. So we have 'much' more time to play, than usual."

She smiled condescendingly and said, "I find that I would very much like to experiment with this on you. Think of it as research."

Mrs. Sang paused to look me in the eye and waited for a moment. When I remained silent, she knew that I was willing to try what she had in store. I had not used my safe word but it was apparent that I was quite nervous.

It took the work of a couple of moments for her to secure the sticky patches that conducted the lower voltage electricity to my ass and lower back. 

"These are the places that we will be starting with." She said firmly, "Oh, and don't worry too much. We'll be starting off slow and low."

I didn't know whether she had any experience with this thing or not but she acted like she did. I was nervously willing to let her 'research' how this thing worked on me.

She turned the unit on, pressed the massage setting and slowly rotated the dial until it was at the third setting.

The low charge pulled at my lower back. It wasn't horribly uncomfortable and I knew I could stand this setting for quite a while.

Mrs. Sang smiled and placed the unit in a holder attached to a pole that I was bound next to. I had quite forgotten that she had started this the night she had invited Madame Chung over (see The Mysterious Mrs. Sang – Endurance'). That had ended badly and I had forgotten parts of that night completely. Obviously Mrs. Sang had not.

Opening up a folding chair, in front of me, she went over to the shelf and picked up a bottle of lubricant and a washcloth. She resumed her seat and I knew what was coming next.

My belly fluttered with anticipation as she squeezed a dollop of lubricant into her hand while eyeing my cock possessively.

I found I was very tense, this was in spite of the fact that I knew nothing bad was going to happen. The continuous electric jolts from the 'TENS' unit were not going to hurt me but try as I might, I could not shake the tension that was getting in the way of our fun and games.

As if she could read my mind, Mrs. Sang spoke, "I can see that you are very tense. I want you to know that if you want to stop, you have but to say the word."

She paused to run her hands up and down the front of my nude and bound body in a reassuring way.

"I view your submission to me as a trust." She smiled as she spoke, "I will not violate that trust again!"

When I said nothing, she continued, "I'm going to torment you for the rest of the night with the 'TENS' unit on. This will build a positive experience with it."

I somehow felt better. It was as if her confiding in me was a source of relief and in a way, it was. It was like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders and I silently vowed to make this, a night to remember.

Chapter Two – Lubrication

Mrs. Sang reached out and grasped my semi hard erection with her lubricated right hand. Her cool wet left hand grabbed the base of my cock in a confident and skilled manner. 

I knew I was in for an erotic and powerful hand job tonight!

Starting at the base of my sensitive cock, Mrs. Sang slowly, deliberately and firmly ran her right hand up the length of my very sensitive shaft.

Under other conditions, that act alone, was enough to make me hard, Combined with her earlier sexual interrogation and torment, I became iron hard by the time she had reached the base of the head of my shaft.

It felt like my cock would explode, it was so hard. When she ran her hand lightly over the head of my turgid erection, I jerked and groaned erotically. Mrs. Sang murmured approvingly.

Then her right hand let go of my hard dick; reached down to the base and she repeated her actions. Again I jerked and groaned. 

It was going to be a powerful orgasm when she finally allowed me to come. Of this I was sure!

Her hand seemed to feel out every ridge and swell on my hard dick. As though possessed of a mind of its own, her cruel hand caressed those places on my erection that were most vulnerable to her touch.

And the 'TENS' unit worked my lower back and butt. It made the muscles and nerves jump and spasm in that continuous way that seemed tolerable at a low level.

After a couple more slow careful strokes, I sensed a change in my lover's demeanour. Her left hand braced the base of my cock even firmer and her right hand...Well it went even faster (but not any harder).

I groaned with the intensity of it and shivered in spite of my best efforts to not move. 

Not coming quickly became a matter of willpower and pride! I used every trick I could think of. Breathing, counting and imagining non erotic images...I tried them all. I met with only limited success.

I heard Mrs. Sang's breathing becoming ragged and I knew that she was becoming aroused. Her hands seemed to travel faster and harder and firmer! The vibrator up my anal passage hummed away and the 'TENS' unit made me jerk.

It was as though I could see myself below and the picture was both pleasing and erotic.

I felt her hand grab my cock at its base and now race over the sensitive tissue until it reached the head. Without pause, it continued on its journey to the end. Even though it was a light touch, it was so intense, it hurt.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. With her face inches from mine she spoke.

"I'm going to reverse the direction now!" She announced.

"As I have said on other nights, I should no longer have to tell you not to come!"Mrs. Sang reiterated.

She sat back down in front of me and braced the base of my cock with her left hand. Her right thumb and forefinger circled the bulbous head of my dick before rushing down the head and then down the shaft until it met her right hand. 

The shock that went through me because of her actions aroused a yell of pain and she laughed before doing it again!

The third time Mrs. Sang circled my turgid erection with her right thumb and forefinger, she did something different. She moved her hand up and down over the head of my tender dick only. I grunted and struggled and while it hurt, it was still a pleasurable chore. I struggled not to come.

She left the shaft alone, which was lucky for me or I'd have shot my wad. Of that, I'm absolutely sure.

When she spoke, she did so without raising her head.

"Look down!" She commanded fiercely, "Tighten up your stomach like you are going to take a punch and look down!"

I obeyed and pushed my stomach slightly out as I had been taught to do when learning stomach conditioning exercises in Kung-Fu.

When I looked down, my eyes beheld an amazing sight. Her hands were thick with the white goo of lubrication. As she tormented me, the stuff slipped between her fingers and fell onto the floor!

All along, she had been squirting lubrication into her hands to help me endure her sexual torment. I had not known and if I hadn't looked, I would never have believed it.

Without the lubrication, I'm sure I would not have been able to stand it. Hell, even with the vast amounts of lubricant, I could barely stand it.

Mrs. Sang continued to work my dick in a diligent and (dare I say it) professional manner.

I had rarely been to the heights that she took me to that night. Her knowing hand continued to work its magic by travelling back down the head and then, down the shaft until it met her left hand.

She knew from previous experiences that I had an extraordinarily difficult time achieving orgasm this way. The only way I usually came during a hand job was when she stroked my dick from base to head, in that order.

Any other way of sexually manipulating my cock got it hard and kept it that way but I just couldn't get enough arousal to come. 

It must have made for a fun time because she kept me hard a lot but I didn't reach climax unless she wanted me to.

What she sometimes did after I had come was downright cruel but I was still aroused by that too. 

And after all, I had confided in her about it...

Chapter Three – Hard Ride

Mrs. Sang suddenly stopped fondling my iron hard dick. I was so very aroused. 

Precum had mixed liberally with her applied lubricant. It made for a slippery yet sensitive ride.

First she hand bound me nude and on tip toe. Next she had gagged me and violated me anally. After she had alternately whipped and sexually aroused me while I was interrogated. 

Leaving me alone briefly; she had returned to apply a 'TENS' unit and lastly, she had masturbated me until I was so aroused I didn't think I could stand it!

Walking quickly over to the shelf that ran the length of the wall of whips; she wiped her hands off on a washcloth. Dropping the wet cloth on the shelf, she grabbed yet another folding chair. She brought it back and opened it.

Setting both chairs on either side of me, she commanded me but I knew what was coming.

"Look at what I do now!" She said simply but powerfully.

She unzipped the gown and daintily stepped out of the pooled garment at her feet. The black high heels clipped the floor softly as she stepped toward me.

Grabbing my shoulders for balance, she stood with one foot on each chair. I am a strong man and even bound as I was with hands high and together above my head and feet together and on tip toe, she was not a difficult person to brace.

Her belly brushed my face and I could smell her womanly smell even more now that she was closer. Her swollen cunt looked moist and ready as she slowly squatted until I could feel her heat on the end of my turgid flesh. I could smell her perfume as it mixed with the scent of her womanhood.

Then she carefully squatted that much further down until her cunt met the base of my dick. Her hot wet vagina totally enveloped my erection.

We both groaned and moaned with the pleasure of our connection. I could feel her hot arousal as she slid up and down the length of my iron hard dick. 

Her hands gripped the top of my shoulders from behind for balance as she rode me like an erotic hobby horse! Her breasts pressed tightly against my muscular chest and I could both feel and hear her breath coming in ragged gasps beside my ear.

My dick was so hard I could feel every inch of her hot cunt as I rode it. The pleasurable friction contrasted sharply with the pain of my torments.

It was about to get even more intense! 

My stringent bondage, the anal intruder and the 'Tens' unit combined with my previous ordeals had taken their toll. And then, there were my earlier experiences that evening to take into account, as well.

Yet I could feel her hot nude body against my bound front and she rubbed against me.

Her wet envelopment was so intense I was once again struggling not to come.

The sexual tension between us was so thick I could have cut it with a knife. Her scent and the power of what we were doing was quickly becoming more than I could bear.

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about climaxing yet!" I thought to myself philosophically.

A few more minutes of her riding my hard dick put a lie to that thought. Again, I could feel the beginning of a powerful climax.

"Oh No!' I thought, "Not yet! I don't want this to end, just yet."

As though reading my mind,, Mrs. Sang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be here long enough for 'that' to happen."

Without warning Mrs. Sang suddenly pulled back slightly without breaking our connection or even her rhythm. 

She grabbed my head and looked deeply into my eyes as she spoke.

"Look at my legs and see how I move!" She commanded.

I looked down and moved my head to the side so I could do as she said. 

I was even more aroused as I watched her squat down and take in my erection. Then she'd straighten up slightly and I'd feel the cool air of her basement on my dick. That she was able to do semi squats while fucking me was very, very erotic!

It was both powerful and hot. It must have taken her quite a while to build up the muscle to perform this feat of endurance.

I was totally impressed and it must have shown in my eyes.

I looked back and up at her face. Her hair framed her face and hot eyes greeted me above a half smile.

It was as if she was saying, "I am woman, feel my power!"

When I was but a stroke or two away from climax, she suddenly stood up and stepped back.

My dick pulsed with arousal and she looked at it hotly before smiling again and absently caressing her nether regions with one hand, a half smile on her face.

"You have pleased me tonight!" She said simply.

She unhooked the 'TENS' unit and untied me at that point. After a couple of minutes of stretching and a quick embrace, she bound me to a pole.

The support pole in her basement was a thick wooden affair that was probably eight inches by eight inches. 

She bound my wrists together and pulled until there was no give. Then she had me place my feet on either side of the pole before tying them firmly in place. She even wrapped a rope around my head to keep me from looking down.

Mrs. Sang left the gag in place. So too, did the anal intruder stay where she had placed it.

She took the 'TENS' unit patches and placed them on the appropriate places on my upper body. She was thoughtful enough to turn it back on. She placed the unit in another holder that she had put in the pole that I was now bound to.

It left me realizing that she had planned this for quite a while. There was the 'TENS' unit holders, the unit itself. There were the various activities that we had done and were going to do. All this spoke of preparation!

I was in heaven and I was in hell! 

I was appreciated!

Chapter Four – Pole Position

She placed a chair in front of me, gabbed another washcloth and the bottle of lubrication and one other item before resuming her seat directly in front of me.

Nude, except for her high heels, she squirted a dollop of lubricant into her hand and began to masturbate me yet again.

I stifled a groan but my erection quickly sprang back to life. She murmured approvingly.

Her knowing hands quickly brought me to the point of arousal that I knew was almost too far!

I screamed that I was going to come.

Abruptly, she stopped masturbating me and picked up the other item.

I heard the thin bamboo whip through the air before it landed with a wet splat on my iron hard and very sensitive cock.

A second later I screamed in pain through the gag and she laughed, almost to herself.

She resumed stroking my now semi hard cock with her skilled and lubricated hands.

Once again, it took the work of only a minute to bring me to the brink. 

Once again I yelled around the gag to indicate my impending orgasm.

Once again, she whipped my hard dick with the unfeeling bamboo!

I shrieked and pulled hard against my cruel restraints as I felt the impact. There was, of course, no give in them and I felt even more vulnerable!

This was going to continue for a while, of that I was sure. I stifled the urge to beg. I hate bamboo but I wasn't the one in control here, so I held my tongue. 

It helped that 'she' was obviously becoming thoroughly aroused. I could hear her breathing becoming ragged and while I could not move my head, I could see from the corner of my eye that she was very involved in what she was doing.

I felt her hand start to bring me to arousal once more.

I silently vowed to hold off as long as possible; anything to avoid that bamboo menace.

It didn't help and within a couple of minutes, I was nearly at the point of climax. She whipped me again and again I shrieked. 

We continued with this game that she had now shown she liked for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes (in reality).

I was very nearly at my limit and it must have showed for she spoke to me suddenly.

"I have something for you now!" She said solemnly.

Rising she went to the shelf and returned with a very large golden ring. I could see Chinese Characters etched into the side of it.

"This is a cock ring. It fits over both your cock and your testicles. Now that you are shaved and mine...I want to find it whenever we play." She said clearly.

I was very impressed. I knew a bit about this sort of thing and I can only surmise but I think she must have measured me at some point and kept me distracted so I wouldn't see what she had planned.

"The characters on the side indicate that you are mine!" She said aggressively.

I was very pleased and I smiled around the gag.

She nodded to herself and took a moment to place the cool metal around my privates. After a moment, it wasn't cool anymore.

So there I stood, shaved, nude and firmly bound to a support joist in the house of the woman that I loved. I had been tormented and abused and now I wore a piece of metal that indicated I was Mrs. Sang's.

"Man, it just couldn't get any better than that!" I thought to myself.

I was wrong!

She began to torment my dick yet again. This time there was a difference in her. After a moment she got up and went over to the wall and picked up an electric wand. She plugged it in and returned. 

As I said, I could see what she was doing out of the corner of my eyes if I looked down, steeply enough. She placed the business end of the wand against her cunt and pressed her legs together to hold it in place. 

Mrs. Sang squirted a dollop of lubrication into her hand before grasping my very sensitive dick and quickly bringing it up to an iron hard state.

"I can see that you don't have much endurance left, so I'm going to bring you off now." She directed me, "There is nothing that you can do about it except submit to my whims!"




The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Hard



After a couple of strokes she thoughtfully added, "When you have finished coming...We'll be giving you six strokes...Then I have something special in mind."

My heart raced and I pulled helplessly against the cruel restraints that held me available for her pleasure. 

"Six Stokes!" I thought wildly to myself, "I can't take that many, right now!"

But there was no way to tell her or reason with her. Outside of my safe word, I has just going to have to suffer for her enjoyment. That she was using that wand indicated that she was going to enjoy herself at my expense too!

Her knowing right hand grasped the base of my cock as she braced me with her left hand. Her right hand travelled up over the shaft of my cock and without pause, she continued over the head.

I shrieked at her and she murmured a consoling noise before doing it again! The third time I could feel the beginning of a powerful climax starting.

I tried to tell her that I was not okay with this!

But she ignored me!

I tried to tell her that I was going to come!

But she ignored me!

I tried to tell her I was much too sensitive!

But she ignored me!

At that point it all became too much and I shot my wad for what seemed like an eternity. 

I also heard her laugh in triumph (but not in orgasm).

After my orgasm finished but before I could fully deflate, she tormented me again! Her knowing hand travelled the length of my organ until it reached the head. She paused slightly before lightly stroking my cock head.

I screamed and bucked but she merely laughed. Then she did it again!

I screamed at the intensity of it and groaned, knowing I had four more to go!

I could hear her breathing becoming ragged as she tormented me. A third time her hand tormented my tender dick and she groaned with a rising passion.

The fourth time she stroked my cock and as I pulled hard against the ropes that held me fast; the rope holding my head popped off and fell to the floor. I leaned my head as far forward as I could, eyes wide.

I looked her right in the eye and shook my head 'NO" but she merely smiled cruelly before stroking my head a fifth time.

I desperately struggled to free myself but there was no getting away!

As she stroked me a sixth time, she came loudly and very erotically, right before my eyes!

"You did not ask to see that!" She menaced me.

Then she proceeded to give me four more light strokes in quick succession.

I yelled and pulled helplessly but I did not use my safe word.

At length, she stood up and rebound my head tightly to the pole.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, to my rising horror, "I'll see you in an hour!"

Then she walked back upstairs.

Epilogue

I want to take just a moment to thank all of you who have enjoyed reading my works. 

I am taking a bit of a break from 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang' stories so that I can write some of my other things. 

I'm taking here of a couple to four weeks (no more than that). I will be continuing with my other series here at 'Literotica' during that time.

However, this tale is far from finished...



The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Initiation



The naughty bits start with Chapter One – Nude, Clamped and Bound.

The Story Up to This Point...

When I thought back to the beginnings of my relationship with the widow Mrs. Evelyn Sang, I was really quite amazed. It had been a wild ride and we had several amazing adventures.

At first she had been the landlady for my business. Later we became lovers. While she insisted on being the dominant and rather sadistic one, I was not diminished by this. In fact, I had welcomed our erotically charged affair.

I had helped her out of a tough spot with her obnoxious and abusive brother outside the bedroom. 

The rather convoluted situations with Madam Chung and later with both Madam Chow and Madam Chung had led to a deeper relationship with Mrs. Sang than I had ever imagined.

Always our sex life had been very satisfying and we worked hard to keep it that way.

She had a serious penchant for privacy and not being seen (with anyone) in public. We had almost broken up over this (see the story titled 'Formalities' for the details).

One of her constant phrases had always been, "Someone will see".

Privately, it was another matter. While neither of us had openly declared our love, it was apparent that this was how we felt.

I knew that this was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. There were also the twin facts that I had my nipples pierced for her and I wore her cock ring to indicate my feelings.

Mrs. Sang and I continued to be very close and while we kept to separate residences, we generally spent the night together. 

It was obvious that while she might never say it, she felt the same way. The constant looks and touches that she gave me indicated her affection.

There were also the very private activities that we shared nightly. 

Professionally, we knew what the other was basically up too as we conferred weekly with each other over coffee (as we had been doing for some months). 

However, both of us were comfortable keeping our professional lives technically separate (from one another). 

Forward

This changed a bit after some months. An opportunity presented itself for us to purchase a duplex. 

Mrs. Sang's niece, Grace Sang, had received a scholarship with a major university in another city. Once again, it was just Mrs. Sang and I.

There was a very special selling point that cinched the deal for us both. In the basement, between the two halves was a door for easy access between the two halves. No mention was made as to how this door had come to exist and we didn't ask.

Both sides of the duplex were available and we decided to buy it as a cooperative venture. We would be partners yet each of us would live in separate halves. Thus we could still see one another through the door but we would have our own space.

In the meantime, Mrs. Sang would still be the landlady for my business.

The house was in an upscale neighbourhood not too far from where Mrs. Sang lived already.

The move wasn't easy or particularly fun nor was it a gruelling affair. Including packing, preparation and all the technicalities; the whole thing took its toll but we were finally moved in and settled. 

Chapter One – Nude, Clamped and Bound

About a week after we were moved in and settled, I emerged from my bathroom to find Mrs. Sang standing before me in a dark blue high collared Chinese Silk gown. Her hair was done up and she had put makeup on in a manner that she knew I was aroused by.

I sucked in my breath in mild surprise. We had agreed to keep the downstairs door open and to allow each other access to the whole duplex but the gown was something else.

The gown (in any colour) usually indicated that she wanted to play. I was only too eager to want to play whenever she was. I had made my desires apparent early on so I never worried about her asking if I wanted to play.

I'm sure that if something had come up, I could have interrupted with my safe word and she wouldn't have minded. 

Now, here she was and I knew that whatever she intended to do, it would be a lot of fun.

"Take off your clothes!" She commanded me in that low tone of voice she used when we played.

I felt my pulse quicken and my groin start to tingle.

Walking into the bedroom, I quickly stripped off and hung up my cloths. Mrs. Sang was a very neat person and preferred having me be neat as well.

Once I was completely nude, I turned to face her.

Her eyes were hot with lust and I could tell that she was becoming aroused.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back!" She commanded me.

I did as she told me and felt the fur lining as she attached fur lined leather cuffs to my wrists.

"Face me!" She said.

When I had done so, she reached down and with firm deliberation grabbed my penis with her right hand. There was a half smile on her face as she watched my response.

I gasped and found myself quickly growing hard as she rhythmically squeezed and released me until I was very hard. A bit of precum leaked from the top of my now iron hard dick.

She slowly and carefully raised her left hand to eye height. In her delicate hand the tiny saw toothed clamp hung from a thin leather leash. Its sliver teeth gleamed menacingly.

Her left eye brow rose in a knowing fashion and I opened my mouth as I gazed at the menacing implement in her left hand.

I watched with horrified fascination as she slowly reached down with her left hand toward my still hard member.

Her smile grew even wider as she carefully knelt before me and proceeded to attach the clamp to the underside of my penis.

I gasped and stifled the urge to wince in pain. I felt pleasure at the expert touch of my mistress's hand on my hard penis. 

There was also the tremendous emotional feel of having the woman I loved, so close to me.

Mrs. Sang stood then, a coy smile upon her lips as she led me by the thin leather leash attached to the clamp which now bit possessively into my nude and rampant cock.

We went down the stairs from the second floor where both my bedroom and the bathroom were. Down past the main floor and into the basement through the door and into her half of the duplex.

There in the main room of her half of the basement, she hung me.

The basement floor had wall to wall broadloom carpet but the ceiling was only partial finished. In the part that was unfinished, Mrs. Sang had hung two ropes over one of the two by six beams that supported the upstairs.

One of the ropes had a head harness complete with ball gag attached to it. She put the head harness on me and inserted the ball gag. Then she pulled firmly upon the other end of the rope until I was standing straight up.

Walking over to the wall, she picked up a spreader bar. This is an adjustable bar about three feet in width with ankle cuffs on each end.

Mrs. Sang proceeded to attach this to my ankles. As one last thing, I felt her attach the second rope to my wrists and pull on it.

I was, nude, gagged, tied with my hands behind my back and arched up behind me. My feet were wide enough that I was forced to stand on tip toe. 

There was a cruel tiny clamp that bit mercilessly into the underside of my now semi hard penis.

Mrs. Sang stepped close beside be and breathed in my ear before she carefully stroked my penis back to hardness.

I stifled an urge to groan but it was a mixed feeling at best. Her knowing hand aroused me to near painful hardness yet the tiny clamp took away much of that pleasure.

I heard her laugh softly at my predicament.

"It has been too long." She said with finality.

Chapter Two – The Belt

Before the move, Mrs. Sang and I had carefully packed up all our sex toys, including the whips, into cardboard boxes. This included the winches that had been attached to the poles that had held me immobile in her old house.

If the movers thought the larger items in Mrs. Sang's basement unusual, they made no mention of it.

There had not been enough time to install or even unpack our toys.

So while we played tonight, we did so out of the unpacked cardboard boxes.

I watched from my uncomfortable and very vulnerable position as Mrs. Sang walked stately over to a box and kneeling, her back to me, she pulled out a familiar object. 

The thick black leather belt hung coiled and poised in her hands as she slowly stood and turned to face me with only the subtlest trace of menace exuding from her small frame.

I felt my breath quicken as she proffered the belt toward my nude vulnerability.

I could not tear my eyes away from the thick black coils of leather until she finally stepped behind me and took the belt out of my sight. 

I found I was both aroused and afraid at the sight of that belt in my lover's hands. I knew or I thought I knew what it meant.

She spoke then and I was startled at how powerful her soft voice sounded in the silent basement.

"I had hoped you would present yourself to me the first night we were here. Obviously you are in need of a chastisement!" Her voice sounded angry and clearly, she was acting the part of a displeased dominatrix.

The reality was that we had agreed not to play until we were finished moving in. I had asked her to let me know when she wanted to begin. In the meantime, we shared the same bed every night.

That she wanted to turn this reality into a fantasy of my wilful disobedience was alright by me. I could play along with being 'in need of a chastisement' with great relish!

I felt my semi hard member begin to stir. I felt her presence close behind me. Her hand reached around and lightly stroked my penis. Even with the devilishly painful clamp attached to the underside of my now growing erection, I could not help but become aroused.

"I'm going to give you a much needed punishment now!" Her voice rose with passion as she uttered this proclamation.

I heard her step back. The sound of Mrs. Sang swinging the belt through the air was loud as she prepared to lash me with it.

Then I felt an involuntary shudder as the belt whispered menacingly through the air before landing across my back with cruel force. 

I gasped at the force of the blow. This was a much harder whipping than she usually gave me.

I stood nude and totally vulnerable with legs bound wide apart and straight arms secured high behind me. The head harness and gag restricted my responses to the pain of her lash.

I did my best not to move or to make a sound. I was in control of my movements and the sounds I could make (or so I hoped). My feelings were another matter entirely.

I heard the belt whisper through the air before it landed with a fiery kiss on my back yet again. I flinched at its power and had to choke back a cry of passion.

Mrs. Sang whipped back the belt once more and I heard it make its journey to my vulnerable back. Its terrible kiss was painful and I flinched inadvertently in response.

She struck me again, still with that same hard powerful stroke. I gurgled this time, in pain and mild surprise. As I said, this was a much harder whipping than she usually gave me.

Still and all, I did not use my safe word or indicate to her that I wanted her to stop. My feeling was that if she could dish it out, I could take it.

I listened as she made ready to lash me again. My cruel restraints held me open and vulnerable to her lightest whim.

"I am going to lash your butt now!" She proclaimed with quiet menace.

I listened as the belt whispered in its travels before the end connected with my muscular posterior. I jerked at the power of her cruel stroke and it took a concerted effort not to cry out.

Mrs. Sang wound up and delivered another powerful stroke to my naked behind. I gasped and this time, I did gurgle behind my gag.

Her next stroke caused me to pull against my unfeeling restraints as I staggered and clenched my muscular buttocks against the pain of her belt.

"Now your thighs will feel my displeasure!" She said vindictively.

The thick black leather belt whipped through the silent basement to wrap itself around my right thigh. The end of the belt bit deep into the tender inner thigh.

Again and again the cruel belt made its unrelenting journey to end with a painful kiss on my powerful thighs. It burned and as much as I tried to endure it, I was just not as strong as I wanted to be.

Finally, I cried out at the pain and felt myself flinch.

Cold sweat was now oozing from my pores and I knew that I was not going to be able to take any more of these lashings unless she significantly decreased their force.

The last stroke had showed absolutely no sign of abating as the belt wrapped itself around my left thigh.

It was when I had flinched and gurgled in pain and she lashed across the butt yet again that she finally relented. I heard Mrs. Sang murmur in approval. Her hand touched my shoulder then and I felt it travel down my welt covered torso.

I had been at the point of calling out my safe word when I felt her presence close behind me.

"I have something special in mind; now that you are warmed up." She said with silken menace.

I did not gasp but it took an effort not to.

Chapter Three – Anticipation

I saw her move into my limited line of sight as she walked stately over to the cardboard box that she had retrieved the belt from to begin with. Carefully, she placed the coiled belt back where she had gotten it.

Arising, she ignored me and walked over to the wall directly in front of me. There was a folding chair leaning in the closed position. 

Picking it up she walked over to stand directly in front of me. There she opened the chair and set it up so that when she sat, she'd be directly in front of me.

Her eyes ignored me but a half smile adorned her lips and I knew she was enjoying herself immensely. 

The dark blue Chinese Silk gown continued to swish as she made her way back to the cardboard box that held the belt. There was a flash of thigh from the split with every step she took.

Kneeling sedately, she reached into it and pulled out a bottle of lubricant with her left hand. She deliberately draped a washcloth over her left forearm. This left her right hand free for other activities. 

At that point, she stood and let her eyes travel hungrily up my nude and bound form until they made contact with mine.

Mrs. Sang walked serenely over to me without breaking eye contact, a half smile still upon her lips.

"You know what is coming next!" She purred as her eyes travelled down my taut form.

I did my best to remain still and silent but I was completely aroused emotionally and it was hard to keep a tight rein on that.

She sat then letting her right hand trail carefully down my taut torso.

I knew what she was about to do. The sexual tension between us was so thick I could have cut it with a knife.

She placed the washcloth and the bottle of lubricant at her feet.

With the softest and most careful of touches, she turned her attention to my most sensitive and still only semi hard penis. The steel saw toothed clamp that bit hungrily into the underside of my cock took away most of the arousal that was building in me.

Turning my semi hard unit slightly over, Mrs. Sang inspected my most sensitive place.

She held my dick still with one hand while she took hold and removed the clamp with her other hand.

I gasped in relief and she murmured conciliatory noises as her knowing hands lightly and carefully stroked and caressed my now growing unit.

Although I tried very hard not to show how vulnerable I felt, I knew that Mrs. Sang was only too aware of my nude availability.

I could only see her out of the corner of my eye. My restraints made any movement all but impossible.

Her left hand travelled up and down over my stomach while her right was busy.

It took only the work of a couple of squeezes of her expert right hand for me to become aroused to painful hardness.

Her knowledge, combined with my vulnerable position made me ready to endure whatever sweet torment she had in mind.

None the less, I gasped as I felt her mouth close around my rampant penis.

The delicious sensations of her expert oral assault were overwhelming. Her lips travelled up and down the length of my unit. Her tongue worked its own magic.

Inside of a minute I was shaking with effort not to shoot my load right then and there.

It must have shown because she suddenly took my hard dick out of her mouth.

In contrast to her warmness, the basement air seemed cool.

Without warning Mrs. Sang took the washcloth and wiped the wetness from my penis. Then she carefully grabbed that place on the underside of my hard dick and twisted it!

I cried out and she murmured a conciliatory noise.

Then she reared back her hand and slapped my totally available penis.

I cried out in pain and shook with effort but I knew what she up too. I had been so close to coming that something had to be done to cool me down.

Chapter Four – A Handful of Lubrication

Picking up the lubricant with her left hand she squirted a handful of it into her right hand. Mrs. Sang then placed the bottle on the floor at her feet. 

Her left hand grabbed the base of my hardening penis and testicles. I felt her right hand form an 'oh' around the base of my hard cock and I knew what was going to happen next.

My stomach tingled in anticipation of her cruel manipulations.

That I always remained shaved for her helped to heighten my sensations as she made ready to provide me with an exquisite ride.

Even though she had not done other than grab me by the privates, I began to groan and writhe at her touch. 

It had only been a couple of weeks since she had taken me down this road yet it had been too long.

My breath came in shallow gasps and my heart raced. I could feel the tension in my tightly bound arms make them begin to burn.

My taut calves, placed so wide apart, began to shake as she began to stroke my helpless yet iron hard dick. 

Overall, the sexual tension we were feeling continued to rise without abatement (as we both knew that it would). 

She used her left hand to hold me still by grabbing the base of my iron hard cock and squeezing it firmly but not too hard.

Her right hand began to travel up the length of my unit. As it reached the head of my oh-so-sensitive unit, she continued without abatement.

I shuddered in response to the powerful sensations she brought forth with her tender ministrations.

Her hand never left my cock and once it had reached the end, she proceeded to let it travel back down to the base of my dick.

Her touch was so soft for the first stroke that I barely felt it.

I was glad that she had taken the time to gradually ease me into this torment. The strict position she had put me in made any intimate gesture very powerful.

The second stroke was somewhat harder and I groaned in passion as her hand made its journey over my most vulnerable place.

The third stroke was still harder and the erotic intensity of her knowing hands made me very aware of just how well she knew me.

The fourth stroke was as hard as the third had been. Up and down, her actions were as possessive as they were arousing.

I groaned and shuddered again in response to her cruel manipulations.

Gradually, Mrs. Sang began to work my hard cock like a pump. She slowly increased the speed of her strokes.

I quickly lost count of her strokes and could not help but continue to groan and writhe against them. 

I must have been putting on quite a show for my lover. Even as my passion built, I became aware that she was becoming very aroused as well.

I wondered if she would bring me off, just as I was. 

Mrs. Sang continued to hold me at bay with her left hand but her right stopped touching me. 

Before I realized what she was doing, she slapped my cock again. A quick stinging and punishing slap.





The Mysterious Mrs. Sang Initiation



I cried out in surprise and groaned when she quickly began to masturbate me, yet again.

"Well, so much for an orgasm anytime soon." I thought ruefully to myself.

Then I was swallowed by the intensity of her expert masturbatory techniques, once again.

I found myself groaning and jerking about as she drove me inexorably toward to the edge of passion's release.

Again, just when I thought I'd let go, she slapped my cock and cooled my ardour.

This time, however, I was ready and while I did cry out, it was in passion, not surprise.

I found myself wishing that she would bring me off right then. I groaned inadvertently.

Mrs. Sang paused momentarily to squeeze another large dollop of lubricant onto her hands. It took but a couple of seconds to work this into my raging dick and the powerful need she was compelling me to endure.

She must have been working toward forcing me to feel that very thing because she murmured a sympathetic noise and stroked my hard cock repeatedly.

Once more, I was within a stroke or two away of shooting an enormous jet of semen within a couple of minutes of her forceful manipulations.

I could feel my resolve to remain stoic evaporating as she cruelly and deliberately worked me into an obvious frenzy.

I was not at all shocked when she slapped my iron hard and very sensitive unit before redoubling her efforts to masturbate me to orgasm.

Even so, I flinched and cried out. I was at the point of not caring what I showed to her. All my efforts to remain emotionless were gone.

And Mrs. Sang knew!

She commanded me then, "You may not come without permission!"

I groaned but did my best to adhere to her words. I tried the trick of regulating my breath. There was the concept of using mental images that were not arousing. 

Nothing worked and I knew I was going to come.

Mrs. Sang knew too and threatened me, "I am telling you clearly! You may not come without permission!"

The swish, swish of her hand on my iron hard dick was nearly masked by the groans and cries I made.

Bound nude with legs apart and arms high behind me, I shook with the effort it took to not orgasm right there.

Without warning, Mrs. Sang suddenly sped up her efforts and I felt her hand racing back and forth along the length of my hard cock.

I tried calling out to her from behind my gag but she deliberately ignored me.

I tried to pull my iron hardness away from her expert manipulations but it was a futile effort.

I tried to use my willpower to simply not come; to defy the expert manipulations of my hard dick by my cruel lover.

All were in vain!

I could feel the beginning of a powerful orgasm and I shouted from behind my gag.

With quiet menace, Mrs. Sang threatened, "If you come I shall punish you in two distinct ways!"

It didn't matter. I was well on my way to orgasm, as her hands held me immobile and worked my proud and iron hard manhood. 

I shook and cried out as my climax took hold. Mrs. Sang worked my cock as I came, her touch becoming feather light in order not to cause me unnecessary pain.

That would come in a minute.

Chapter Five – The First Step of Punishment

My climax seemed to go on and on.

Mrs. Sang masturbated me with negligent ease as I convulsed and spasmed about. 

I cried and roared as her expert hand worked my cock.

The sexual ecstasy and intense personal pleasure I received from my lover's hands was indescribable.

Mrs. Sang's face told me she had greatly enjoyed what she had put me through. Her face also told me we were far from done.

I felt both relieved and ashamed. I knew that there was nothing I could have done to stop her but I still felt I should have tried harder.

She stood at that moment and looked me right in the eye. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of lust and triumph. Her hands still held my genitalia possessively.

"I want you to know that I am proud of your efforts here. There is nothing more that you could have done." She said softly.

"You were at a disadvantage from the start." Mrs. Sang murmured, her eyes letting me know that she had engineered this from the beginning.

I felt better knowing that she felt I had done my best. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I could feel my erection begin to flag.

It was quite a shock when she suddenly squeezed my cock and said determinedly, "Well, just as you did your best, so must I!"

Sitting down, Mrs. Sang pushed my torso back with her left hand and made ready to stroke my overly sensitive unit with her right.

I yelled a muffled protest through my gag but she ignored it.

Her hand travelled lightly up the length of my erection and over the head.

I screamed at the intensity of it (even though she had barely touched me).

"This is the first stroke of the ten I shall be administering!" She pronounced solemnly, her eyes transfixed on my genitalia.

I gurgled in protest but the same cruel restraints that had intensified my orgasm also held me ready to receive my lover's punishments.

I felt her hand grab the base of my tender cock yet again before it travelled lightly up its length and traced a path over the sensitized head.

I shrieked and Mrs. Sang made another conciliatory noise.

Then she stroked me a third time.

I cried out and pulled against the restraints that now held me as an unwilling prisoner.

My nude vulnerable body and so very available cock were simply hers to punish and torment. I tried to gather myself in preparation for the next stroke.

It wasn't long in coming and even though her touch continued to be feather light, it was still excruciatingly intense.

I shrieked once more and shook against the cuffs and ropes that held me so open.

A fifth time my lover's hand rode lightly over my overly sensitive erection and I was unable to do more than shriek and shake.

A sixth stroke quickly followed and I was aware that Mrs. Sang's breathing was still laboured and deep. Her arousal was apparent. She was actually getting off on my pain.

Suddenly I remembered what else she had said, "If you come I shall punish you in two distinct ways!"

Her hand tormented my erection yet a seventh time and I cried out again.

I had time to wonder what her second torment would be.

She stroked me an eight time, as though she had all night.

I struggled against the intensity of it but her cruel and knowing hands would not be denied.

A ninth stroke left me shaking with fatigue and I could now feel my muscles burning with the effort necessary to hold their uncomfortable position.

After the last stroke, she carefully wiped of the mixture of semen, lubricant and sweat from my genitals and her hands.

Without a backward glance, she stood and turned away. Walking over to the cardboard box, Mrs. Sang knelt and put the bottle of lubricant away before placing the used washcloth on the carpet beside the box.

She reached into the box once more and retrieved a picture.

Turning to face me, she walked sedately toward me. The picture held carefully by her side and out of my sight.

When she got close she raised the picture up until I could see it clearly.

It was a side view of a video capture of a muscular man manacled on his elbows and knees. His well whipped body was obviously held immobile and a large ball gag inhibited his speech.

Behind him, a tiny Asian woman was kneeling. She was nude but for a huge plastic strap on phallus that looked shiny and wet.

There was a half smile on her face and it was apparent that she was going to penetrate him anally.

Once she was sure I clearly understood what I had seen, Mrs. Sang walked over to the wall and dragged a palate I had failed to notice over in front of me.

She dropped it. It ended face up and four steel manacles on a padded surface were apparent.

Now I knew what my second punishment was going to be.

A small kernel of desire began to form in the pit of my stomach.