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Adventures of Missy Ch. 01

By: lilrobbie



Bill had always fantasized about owning a woman. It came from a part of him that was very elemental, the original "noble savage" idea about masculinity. He felt, deep in his inner being, that men were made to be leaders and dominate, and that women were made to be followers and obey their men. And there was no conflict for Bill between this and a loving partnership between him and his woman. Done right, each person secure in their role, the relationship could be very satisfactory for both parties. But for it to work, he had to find the right woman. 

Growing up in modern America, how different things were! In the heart of the 1970s feminist movement, attitudes like Bill's were considered Neanderthal, and not at all politically correct. He went along with the culture he was raised in, and ended up marrying an American woman and having kids, a house in suburbia, a good job -- all the things he was supposed to do. And his wife, while pretty and feminine, was a working professional woman with many demands on her time. Work and raising children often did not leave her enough time to pay attention to him, and Billy liked and needed the attention. 

They had a good sexual relationship and she was very oral, but life was more than that. There was something in the core elemental part of the relationship that wasn't quite right. Bill realized there was a basic conflict between his essential inner nature and the society he was living in - and the woman to whom he was married. It was inevitable that his marriage would break up eventually, and for Big Bill that meant that finally he had the opportunity to become his true self and find a woman who was compatible with "the real Bill." And he didn't think he would find it in an American woman. 

He knew about the idea of women in foreign countries looking for mates, usually women in poorer countries looking for an American or European man. He started monitoring the web sites for "brides" from eastern Europe and southeast Asia. There were so many attractive women out there! Looking for an American man! He finally decided to go on a tour offered by a romance company in Bangkok, a package tour including airfare, hotel and three "meet-and-greet" dances with young Thai girls. These were the girls in the ads, and part of the package was that on three separate nights he went to dances. There were dozens of girls at each, ranging from age 18 to 45, and for some he was definitely too old. 

At age 49 Bill still had a dynamic body, very trim and fit, and a handsome face, though the years had put on some extra pounds. Most girls in their 20s would not normally look at him, but he definitely did some very close dancing. The band tended to play slow songs, and if nothing else he was getting hard again and again on the dance floor. But nothing clicked on the first two dance nights, and although he probably could have picked from a few attractive women in their 40s, he was looking for more. He wanted to feel that chemistry, that connection with a woman that would be his, who would belong to him mind, body and soul, a life companion who would accept him for what he was, and cater to his requirements. Yes he wanted a younger girl, but the chemistry was more important.

Then on the third and final dance night Bill spotted a young girl near the back of the room. She seemed shy and was not really involved with what was going on. She may have wanted to find a husband, but she didn't seem to know how to do it. There were many other girls getting dances with the older American and European men, but she seemed to have given up and sat alone, wearing an ordinary cotton dress and very little makeup. But she was beautiful, with the long black hair, and Bill simply went up to her and said "What is your name, little one?" She looked up at him shyly from beneath her bangs and softly said: "missy."

Missy had always been pretty and smart, but those were not necessarily good things in the small town in rural Thailand where she was raised. Life was very predictable and boring for her. Her parents were very traditional, particularly her father, who had strong views about the roles of the man and the woman in the house. He ruled with a firm hand, and Missy's mother had long ago given in to the strong will of her husband. Most relationships in the town, and throughout rural Thailand, were similar, and those traditional male-dominated attitudes were Missy's role models growing up. 

As a young girl she was disciplined by her father on a regular basis when she did something wrong. He had a wooden paddle he would use, making her bend over and pull down her panties. Although she was a good Asian girl, very obedient and respectful of her parents, her father always seemed to find fault with her and order her to "Bring the paddle." The spankings continued through her teen years, indeed up until the very day she got married after just turning 18, the legal age for marriage in Thailand. 

Jintao was 26, a village boy who lived nearby. Missy never really liked him and thought him crude and uncultured. His parents were friends of her parents, and he had just gotten a good job in a suburb of Bangkok. And she had to admit he was handsome in a rough, craggy way, and did have a very muscular, strong body. But she didn't like him or the way he treated her, always with disdain and dismissal, like she had no worth as a person. But he did stare at her and try to get near her, and when he did he always tried to kiss and hug her, without even talking! And while she didn't like it, she found herself getting wet. He did have a strong body. Several times she felt his hard cock rubbing against her leg, and in her private moments before bed she began to wonder what his penis was like. As a virgin who had almost never even kissed a boy, she knew almost nothing about men and sex, but now she was having strong sexual thoughts at night. 

One day her father and mother called her in to their bedroom and made her kneel on a pillow. With her eyes lowered submissively, Missy listened as her father spoke for a long time about the importance of family and tradition. He finally said that he had arranged for her to be married to Jintao. The decision had been made. Her heart sunk but she knew that she had no choice in the matter, and dutifully said: 

"Yes, Father." 

Inside she was nervous and had many misgivings. 

Early on the morning of her wedding day her father called her into his bedroom again, made her kneel on the pillow and told her that while he loved her and wanted her to be happy, he was still displeased that she was leaving his home (even though he had arranged it!). Who would do all her chores now? For the last time she heard the dreaded words "Bring the paddle!" and in that quiet morning hour he made her strip naked, looking every inch the shy, vulnerable 18-year-old girl she was. He took her over his knee and spanked her ass very hard, for a long, long time. How much it hurt!! And afterwards her father made her kiss the paddle and thank him. "Thank you, Father, for spanking me." Later, in her pretty white wedding dress, only Missy and her father knew that her hot little ass was red and sore beneath her panties. 

And so Jintao and Missy were married in the village church in a traditional Thai ceremony. That night in the honeymoon suite, Jintau fucked Missy for the first time, taking her virginity from behind with his rock-hard cock as she knelt below him. Luckily the lights were low and he did not notice how red her little ass was! And thus little Missy was passed from abusive father to dominant husband. 

A week later they moved to Bangkok. Jintao was enamored with the power he now had over his beautiful, obedient wife, and he taught her all about sex just the way he liked it. She learned how to kiss his body all over for hours and suck his hard cock and swallow his cum, to moan and cry out for more as he fucked her, which he did every night. 

He was at the height of his sexual powers, and he reveled in dominating his wife. He rarely talked to her, except to put her into positions in the bedroom, and his treatment of her remained rough and uncultured. As husband he was in total control of Missy, and their pattern became a long cock sucking session in the early morning until he shot a big load of cum deep in her throat. After she swallowed, she would go to the kitchen and make him breakfast and a sandwich for his lunch at work. When he returned in the evening she had the house perfectly neat and clean, and she cooked him his favorite dinners, washed the dishes, and at night he fucked her senseless. 

But after two years of steady, daily sex she was still not pregnant. They went to the doctor, who performed tests and said that Jintao's sperm count was very low and he could not father a child. This was a big disappointment, but then he surprised her. Knowing how bright she was, and that now she would not have to raise children, he agreed to let her go to a local college and get her degree. And what an eye-opening experience it was for 20-year old little Missy! She was exposed to other people from different places, in different circumstances, different socio-economic levels, all bright and willing to discuss any topic. Living a sheltered traditional village life, she had not been around very many different men, and it was interesting to talk to them about college topics. In an intellectual way, they were almost equals! She loved the college experience, which included learning the English language. She earned her college degree three years later.

And every night Jintau continued to fuck her hard, leaving her panting and gasping and begging and wanting more, falling asleep thinking about his big cock. She got turned on but never had an orgasm, and that never seemed to matter to Jintau. Every morning she was wakened at an early hour by his hard cock pushing insistently between her lips. Every morning when she stood in the kitchen cooking Jintau's breakfast, it was with the taste of his cum in her mouth. (He did not allow her to brush her teeth until after he left for work.) This was the only sex she knew and she learned exactly how to please her husband. She still didn't love him but overall she liked the sex and enjoyed his powerful body and physical dominance.

Soon after Missy finished college Jintau became ill, and it was clear that it was serious. What a blow when the doctor said he had prostate cancer, so rare in a man of his young age. Within six months he was dead. He had never made much extra money and now at age 24 Missy faced a difficult choice. Her mother had died and her father wanted her to come back and live in the village with him, to do his cooking and cleaning. Part of her felt a family obligation to go back, but after the joys of living in Bangkok and going to college, she knew she would never be happy going back to the small, provincial village and doing domestic chores. And memories of his discipline, particularly the last long, hard spanking on her wedding day, made her uncomfortable, although she wasn't quite sure why. So she decided to register with a dating company in Bangkok and see if she could find a foreign husband to take here away to his homeland and start a new life together. 

It was a good idea, but Missy was very shy around men and found it hard to do what the other girls did, dressing in sexy outfits and going up to strangers and making direct eye contact with them. It all went against her training and conditioning by her parents and husband to be a dutiful daughter and wife. After four months of going to the dating dances, mostly sitting in the corner, Missy had almost given up and knew that her chances were not good. As she sat in the back corner in her ordinary modest cotton dress, what a surprise it was to look up from her chair and see a handsome American, an older man standing right in front of her, looking down at her and asking her name! She looked up at him shyly from beneath her bangs and felt lost in his eyes. 

They almost fell in love that night, dancing together slowly for what seemed like hours. He was much older, but his confident manner was somehow very appealing to her. Where she was unsure of herself, he seemed so sure about everything! He could make decisions and seemed to know what was best. After the dance he kissed her lightly and, like a true gentleman, asked if he could see her again. And he took her everywhere in Bangkok during the next few days, visiting many of the tourist places she had never been to, and he seemed to carry her along with his strong confidence and decisive air. For the first time in her life, Missy fell in love. He was such a masterful man! He took care of her and made sure she was safe and protected. She had never felt this way before, and when he asked if she would like to come back to New York with him, she hesitated only a little while before saying "Yes, oh yes!"

But Billy was a gentleman and wanted to do it right. Missy was still young and he felt the need to follow traditional form and ask permission from her father. They traveled to her village and Bill asked for permission to take her back to America. Her father was not at all pleased and looked very stern as he asked Bill question after question about his plans. Bill intended to take Missy back on a spouse visa, good for six months. Then they either had to get married or she would have to return to her village. Reluctantly her father agreed, though he made it a condition that she stay in his home for the time it took Bill to make the necessary visa and travel arrangements. Bill went back to Bangkok after agreeing to come pick her up in two weeks.

For two weeks Missy stayed with her father, living in the house under his orders, getting up early each morning to do a long list of chores, the laundry, all the cooking and cleaning. Although she was now 24, in a way it was like being a teenager again, and she fell back into the role of dutiful daughter. And indeed, in many ways Missy at home still looked and acted like she was 18. She was very diligent in performing her daily duties, but her father was always watching her carefully and always found fault. The old phrase 

"Bring the paddle!" 

was once again heard in the humble little village house, and every night Missy found herself naked and stretched over her father's knee while he spanked her. Yet it was different now, for she was sexually experienced and knew that somehow the spankings had a sexual element. He did not try to force her to have sex but there was a strange energy there. She could feel his cock getting hard underneath her tummy, and she noticed that if he spanked her long enough and hard enough, her pussy would get wet. This confused the poor girl: after all, this was her father! And he was hitting her! But she had no one to talk to about it, so she put up with it (what choice did she have?). Although she was confused, there was a part of her that secretly looked forward to the night time activity. 

After a few days she would leave her father's room after being spanked, go back to her little bed and secretly, in the dark under the covers, masturbate to a strong orgasm. While confused, one thing was undeniable: She was definitely wet and turned on. 

On the final day she made a "mistake" with the laundry so that she could be sure her father would spank her that night. And did he ever! Her pretty little ass was reddened for over an hour. It really hurt! She didn't like it when it was so hard and painful, and she didn't like how it still made her pussy wet. She felt a strong need to escape, but how could she? And then her father did something she didn't expect -- he stood up, pushed her to the floor and lowered his pants, revealing his huge cock for the first time. Looking at his little daughter kneeling on her pillow, he was overcome with lust and tried to force himself into her mouth. Something snapped in Missy and she cried "Noooooo!!" and squirmed away, grabbing her dress and running out of the house barefoot into the night. 

But she had no where to go, and Bill would be there in the morning to take her away. What would he think if she was not at home? How could she meet him? How could she get her suitcases from the house? After two hours of shivering in the cold night she knew she had to go back, but when she returned to the house the lights were out and the doors were locked. After banging for a long time, her father finally came to the front door.

"What do you want?"

"Father, I am cold and need to come back into the house."

"You have been a bad daughter. Go." 

Crestfallen, Missy did not know what to do, so she said 

"Please let me in, Father. Please..."

"No! Bad daughter!" her father said sternly, and turned to close the door.

"Wait Father! Please, I'm ... I'm begging you, let me in!" 

Her father looked down at her, so cold and forlorn in her little dress, and said "More begging!"

"Please oh please Father, I am begging you. I've been a bad girl and I expect to be disciplined. But please, please let me back in. I am begging, Father. Please." She began to cry. 

"Kneel!" 

Knowing she had no choice, she knelt before him in front of the door. He leaned down to grab her chin and said harshly: 

"Will you be a dutiful daughter?"

"Yes Father. Please .... "

"Will you do exactly as you are told?"

"Yes Father! Please ..." 

"You will crawl to my room right now, remove your dress and kneel down on your pillow. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, yes Father, thank you Father." 

And Missy crawled all the way through the house to her pillow on the floor of her father's bedroom, where she took off her dress and knelt down nervously, still crying and shivering with the cold. 

The bedroom was dark and he made her wait on her knees a long time. When he finally entered the room he was stark naked. Missy was startled yet couldn't help but notice his large cock sticking out, the largest she had ever seen or even imagined. 

"Close your eyes and put your hands behind you," he said sternly, and Missy obeyed, knowing what was coming and powerless to stop it. 

And her father did not disappoint her. He took his weapon and slapped her face with it, then grabbed her by the neck and slapped her face hard with his hand. And slapped her again, harder this time. 

"You will obey me, daughter," he said, and proceeded to grab her head roughly and push his cock deep into her open mouth. 

This was something Missy knew about. Thanks to Jintau she was an accomplished cock sucker and knew how to make a man cum in her mouth. As her father abused her and treated her roughly, she sucked deeply for a long time, using all the tricks her husband has taught her, gagging and choking under her father's brutal assault until finally he shot a huge load of hot cum deep into her throat. She choked but managed to swallow it all as she had been taught. The taste was bitter and sour. 

"Thank me, daughter!"

"Th ... thank you, Father." 

He did not stop there, however, but took her into his bed. In those early morning hours he fucked her pretty mouth relentlessly with his huge cock, alternating between slapping her, spanking her ass to an even deeper shade of red, and throat-fucking her face. He deposited a second load of cum in her mouth. Later he sprayed a third and final load of cum all over her face. He made her scoop up the warm jism with her fingers and put it in her mouth, and he made her ask permission to swallow. In her core being Missy knew that this was very, very wrong, but she could not deny the wetness in her pussy. Still, she could not wait to get away from her father. 

* * *

Bill had some difficulty and delay getting the paperwork in order for Missy's six-month visa, but it was finally done and he found himself humming a happy tune as he drove to the village to pick up Missy from her father's house. He had an interesting week in Bangkok, looking carefully at the young women and their clothing and overall style. He had asked Missy for her measurements, which were petite, and he bought her a wardrobe of sexy clothes. Missy didn't know it yet, but most of the clothes she had packed would be thrown away before boarding the plane, replaced with Bill's selection of thongs, push-up bras, short shorts, hip-hugging skirts, tight tops and skimpy party dresses. Since high-heeled shoes were bulky, he would wait until New York to buy them, though he did get one pair of 4" fuck me heels. 


Adventures of Missy Ch. 01



As he picked her up he noticed a strange dynamic in the air between father and daughter. He couldn't figure it out, but both were constrained and awkward. "Who cares?" he thought as he drove away with pretty young Missy sitting by his side. He had what he wanted -- a beautiful 23-year-old Thai girl -- and that was the important thing. He couldn't believe his good fortune -- she was younger and prettier than he had expected when he took the trip, and from her shyness and quiet manner he knew that she was submissive. In their sight-seeking activities she always let him take the lead, and she told him that she liked it when he made the decisions. From talking to her father he knew that she had been raised with very conservative, traditional values in the home, where the head of the household was respected and obeyed. 

He had not had sex with her yet and would not do so until the time was right -- it would all go according to the careful plan he had laid out in his mind. As they drove away from her humble village home he began his plan, and the first words he said to her were

"You will call me Sir from now on, little Missy. We will have a vocabulary for you -- you know the word vocabulary?" 

"Yes Sir." Missy though this was a strange way to begin their new life but she kept her thoughts to herself. 

"Good girl, you just learned your first two words, Yes and Sir. Those are the only words you should speak for a while, okay?"

"Yes Sir." 

And Bill began to talk to her. He rambled on and on about whatever came to his mind, telling her about their flights and schedule. Every so often he would ask 

"Do you understand, little Missy?"

"Yes Sir." 

Bill was setting a pattern early that they would use for years to come, where he controlled the conversation completely, only allowing her to agree with him. He did it early so she wouldn't really think about it or challenge it, and by the end of the drive it had become a regular pattern. And she loved to hear his voice talking to her as she sat quietly at his side, listening carefully to every word. What a nice voice he had, a deep rich baritone. She snuggled and put her head on his shoulder, feeling the vibrations of sound in his chest.

After Bill parked at the hotel he took Missy's chin firmly and held her head as he looked down into her eyes. 

"We are learning a strict form of communication here, sweetie. There will be many other times when we will speak freely with each other. We will talk about our activities, our hopes and dreams, whatever we want to talk about. But when I am in a strict mood, like I am now, you will speak only when spoken to. That will be our first rule, okay honey?"

"Yes Sir." 

And in a way it was a great relief to Missy. Yes, she was a smart girl who understood things, but she was not that good at English yet. Anyway, the truth was she was intimidated when trying to talk to Bill. He was so firm in his views and decisive in what he wanted to do, she knew there was not much chance of her influencing him. She had never had the slightest influence on her father or Jintau. And she knew she would never be Bill's intellectual equal, and now with her first rule she didn't have to make decisions, even about talking. She shrugged: she would let Bill handle that part, and for now it was okay with her. They had an early dinner and once they were in the room, Bill told Missy to take all her clothes out of her suitcase and put them on the bed, organized by clothing type. 

"You're going to give me a fashion show, honey," 

and that is what they did. Bill sat on the easy chair and had Missy try on every single outfit she brought in her suitcases. When she was done modeling an outfit she would hand the clothes to Bill, who separated them into two piles. Most items went into the pile on his left, and at the end there were only three items in the right pile. Somewhere along the line Missy had picked up a little red bow tie, and used it as an accessory. There were also two thin cotton shorts that Missy liked, one pair tight and one baggy. Bill put these three items into his own suitcase, then instructed Missy to get the garbage bag he had brought along and put all the rest of the clothes in it. 

"Yes Sir." 

"Sweetie, we are embarking on a new life together. I think its important that you have a new wardrobe for it, clothes I like to see you in. I have bought everything, honey, and I want you to pack these new clothes into your suitcases." And Bill showed her the shopping bags of things he had bought her. 

"You will choose something out of these bags to wear tomorrow, okay honey"?

"Yes Sir. May I speak, Sir?"

"You may."

Thank your for my new clothes, Sir!" 

As Bill took the garbage bag and went down the hall to dispose of it in the trash chute, he had added another important ingredient to his domination of Missy, though she really didn't realize it yet. He now controlled what she wore. And while they slept in the same bed, Missy in a thin cotton hotel robe, Bill in his briefs and a t-shirt, still Bill did not approach her sexually. 

After he drifted off to sleep Missy lay awake for a long time, her mind racing as she wondered about this rather strange new American who was being such a gentleman. He had not seen her naked yet, he had not tried to have sex with her. Jintau (or even her father, she thought guiltily) would have been treating her roughly by now, driving into her mouth and pussy, but Bill just lay there snoring gently. She put her head on his chest, breathing with him and counting herself among the luckiest of girls...



Adventures of Missy Ch. 02



After takeoff the next morning Bill and Missy settled into their seats for the long flight from Bangkok to Los Angeles, then on to New York. Bill had several quirks, and one was that he liked to dress up when he travelled. And he liked to fly Business Class. Today he wore one of his best suits, custom made in London by his tailor on Saville Row. His shirt had French cuffs and cuff links, he sported a red tie with an expensive diamond tie tack, matching red cravat and Italian shoes. When he wanted to, Bill could look very handsome, substantial and important, and it was beyond Missy's wildest dreams to be with this kind of man, on an expensive plane trip, all paid for by him. If it meant wearing a skimpy outfit, so be it. 

She knew she was very pretty and had a nice body, though in the past when she wore what few skimpy clothes she had, she got too much attention from men, who were always approaching her and trying to touch her. After a while she gave up on wearing those clothes. Now with Bill she was safe from the advances of other men, and this was a great comfort to her. 

And indeed, Missy didn't have much of a choice in her travel clothes today. All the bottoms were short skirts, all the tops were tank, tube or spaghetti-strap styles, and the only pair of shoes were the 4" black stilettos with straps he had given her as an extra present. There were no panties, just a colorful selection of tiny thongs, so she chose the blue one to go with a light blue cheerleader skirt and midriff tank sweater in powder blue cashmere.

"Sir," she had asked Bill the night before, "May I ask a question?"

"You may, little one."

"I looked through all the bags and I don't see any bras. You took all my old ones. Sir, I always wear a bra. Did I miss a package?"

Bill smiled to himself. This was another important moment, as he began training her body. 

"Missy," he said sweetly, "your breasts are beautiful, honey, just the nicest shape they can possibly be. But they are a little bit small. They are so firm, so young and healthy, that you will not need to wear a bra with those new tops I bought you. Your breasts don't need the support. I would like to see you without a bra tomorrow, and we'll see how it goes, okay? Then if you want, we can talk about it later." 

"But Sir, I will feel naked under my top, and my, my..." she couldn't quite say to him that her nipples would always be rubbing against the material of the little blue sweater she had chosen. 

"Missy, I said let's try it and see." 

"But Sir, ..."

Bill decided to put a little edge into his voice for the first time. He came close to her, looked directly into her eyes, raised his voice and said: "Now missy-girl, I will hear no more about this from you! You will not wear a bra tomorrow, and that's the end of it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" He looked very hard and stern, standing above her and almost overpowering her. 

Missy had been shocked by his tone -- he almost seemed angry. Quickly she replied: 

"Yes Sir."

But now as she sat in her big business class seat, Missy barely remembered that bit of tension from the night before. Bill had been very loving this morning, and had handled all the travel details so that all Missy had to carry was a small purse with her makeup, perfume and the silk scarf he had given her and asked her to bring along. Otherwise, she hadn't had to do a thing except follow where he led. She was excited about being on a plane, her first time, and it was wonderful when they brought drinks and then food. 

Once the drink and meal service were over the plane settled in for the long stretch and night fell. The cabin lights were lowered and many of the people fell asleep. They were in the very front of the business class section so there were no neighbors in front, and Bill saw that the people on the side and behind them were asleep. Missy was starting to close her eyes, but Bill had other ideas. He snuggled up next to her and whispered in her ear:

"Little one, I want you to do was I say now, okay? It will be easy."

"Yes, Sir, I will do as you say."

"Go into the bathroom, brush your hair down in front of your shoulders and put on some more perfume. Check your lipstick, then take off your little thong and bring it back and hand it to me." 

Missy teetered down the darkened aisle in her heels and got into the bathroom. Thought most people were asleep, one big man on the aisle leered at her as she went by, and she saw him turn and felt his eyes on her ass as she struggled on the stilettos back to the bathroom. Although it was awkward, she was able to get her thong off and perfume on, and went back to join Bill, who had moved to the aisle to give her the window seat.

"Well, ...?" he asked. 

Sheepishly she held out her hand with the thong balled up in it, and dropped it into his hand. 

"Now we will begin your training. Sit here. Good. Now, since we are sitting here, we will begin with how you sit. Normally you will be just as you are, in heels and a short skirt with no panties. You will keep your knees tightly together like a good girl, and under NO circumstances are you allowed to cross your legs. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," said Missy, though she wondered if this was just for now, or would this be a more permanent rule. As if reading her mind, Big Bill said:

"From now on, you will not cross your legs, either in my presence or when alone. You notice that I threw away all your pants, and you are also forbidden to wear pants any more. You can choose from the clothes I buy you, okay sweetie?" 

Missy started to realize that Bill was controlling her too much and giving her rules. He was so different from Jintau, who just roughly had his way! Bill was more careful and purposeful, and was very particular about what Missy wore and how she moved. If she let this continue, where would it end? Summoning up her courage, she said:

"Sir, I am not sure that this is right. I am used to choosing my own clothes, and I often cross my legs when I sit down. And I like wearing pants! So please ..."

Bill did not give her a change to finish, but reached over and grabbed her throat, lightly choking her and looking her deeply in the eyes.

"Little one, I am in charge now and these are my decisions. You are no longer in a position to decide these things." His hand took a firmer grip on her throat, he moved closer and his eyes bored into hers. Still quiet, he intensified his voice: 

"I am not your husband yet and you are not my wife, but you know that if this does not work out, I will send you back to your fathers' house. Is that what you want?"

"No, oh no Sir!" Missy whimpered as memories of that last night with her father jumbled into her head. 

"Please, don't send me back!" 

"If you disobey me or disrespect me, or if you are in any way less than pleasing to me, I will send you back to your father. The choice is yours." 

Poor Missy! Pinned to her seat with a strong hand on her throat, Bill looming above her, strong and confident, she felt small and became lost in her feelings of submission and acceptance. 

"Yes Sir," she said meekly, "I will do my best to please you and make you happy." 

"You did not make me happy with what you just said about choosing your own clothes. There will be consequences for your actions. Get out the blanket and cover yourself," and she immediately did as she was told, unfolding the airline blanket and putting it over her body. 

"Now take off your shoes and skirt." Missy squirmed awkwardly in the seat but managed to do both things without calling attention to herself. 

"Give me the skirt!" 

Now Bill had both skirt and thong, which he casually zipped into his carry-on bag under the seat. Missy felt naked -- although covered by the airline blanket, she had only the little blue midriff sweater on! 

"Okay honey, you're doing fine now. Just don't speak unless I ask you a question, and if I give you a suggestion, request or order, you will do as you're told." 

"Yes, Sir!" 

Bill arranged the blanket around her shoulders. 

"Now you will take off your sweater and give it to me."

Missy struggled and squirmed, moving this way and that before she was finally able to take off the sweater and hand it to him. Again he zipped it into his carry-on bag. 

"Now I want you to kneel in your seat facing me, and snuggle up to my shoulder and chest." And she did, thankful that it was dark and everyone around was sleeping.

And it was in that position, under the airline blanket, totally naked and kneeling, snuggled up to Bill and stroking his strong chest, that Missy did as she was told and whispered her sexual history to Bill. He asked her for every detail and she told him all about Jintau and how he fucked her so hard every night, and how she swallowed an early breakfast of his cum every morning after an extended mouth-fucking. 

"Every morning?"

"Yes Sir, I don't think we ever missed a day."

"What about at the end when he was sick?"

"He stopped making love to me at night when he no longer had the energy, Sir, but he made me suck him until the very end." 

Bill couldn't believe his luck. Every sexually active girl knew how to get fucked -- that was easy -- but their oral experience and ability to give good head varied greatly. He did the math, and realized that in her six years of marriage this pretty creature kneeling next to him, a little Thai girl who still looked age 18, had performed well over 2,100 full swallowing blow jobs. 

"How did you feel about doing all that sucking and fucking, little one?"

This is a question she had thought about, anticipating that he might ask one day. "I have never talked to anyone else about this, Sir. I think it was just normal for me. I have nothing to compare it with. I know that wives are supposed to please their husband, that's what my mother told me. I know that sex is all about his cock and his orgasm, and it was my job to please him and make sure he came every time."

"And what about you, my little sweet girl -- did he make you cum?"

"No Sir, he never cared about that. I would always get wet, but I never came." 

"Finger yourself now."

Missy was shocked, but at the same time secretly thrilled. Jintau would never have thought of her pleasure like this. She put a finger, then two, into her pussy and started moving them around. As she stroked herself in the dark jet plane, Missy though about her new man. She knew already that Bill liked her dressing slutty, and in private he liked her naked and kneeling. Even now, smart girl that she was, she realized in a basic way what was happening. Bill was establishing sexual dominance over her in his own fashion, and doing it in a very specific, thoughtful way. And Missy responded as a good little girl should, with eager obedience. Whatever Bill wanted to do with her would probably be okay with her, since already she could see that it was better than her father's or husband's rough treatment of her. 

As she knelt beneath her blanket and fingered herself, Missy felt herself falling even more deeply in love with Bill. Thoughts of him filled her mind, body and soul, and she wondered what his cock was like. She got hotter and hotter. Her fingers rubbed her clit furiously and she felt herself approaching a big orgasm. It built and built, it was almost there, then she heard him ... 

"STOP!" Bill whispered in her ear. She was so close! But Bill grabbed her hand and took it away from her thrusting pussy. Missy felt a strong combination of sexual stimulation and frustration, all at once. 

"You will not ever cum without my permission, little girl."

And as she squirmed and whimpered beneath him, Bill took the silk scarf and wrapped it around Missy's eyes as a blindfold. 

"Sir? ... "Missy whispered uncertainly.

"Just stay where you are and rest. Stroke my chest, little one." And the frustrated Missy did as she was told. 

Bill settled in for a long nap as they flew on to New York, and after a while Missy also dozed, her head resting on Bill's chest. When Bill awoke most of the plane was still asleep, and he thought about what should come next. 

"Missy, you may take off your blindfold and put on your clothes now." 

"Yes Sir," she said groggily as she woke up, but then she realized she did not have her clothes. 

"Sir, may I have my clothes back?" 

Bill, still fully dressed in his fancy clothes, looked down at the naked girl under the blanket and said, 

"I will give them to you once you are in the bathroom. Wrap two blankets around you, and come with me." 

As he retrieved her clothes from his bag, Missy struggled to wrap one blanket around her waist like a bath towel, and put the other around her shoulders, clutching it in front. 

"And your heels," Bill said and she slipped on her high heels, taking the time to fasten the straps.

He got up and strode down the aisle to the very back of the plane. Missy struggled to get out of her seat and teetered precariously down the darkened aisle after him, losing ground until she was alone in the aisle. Several men noticed her and leered as she went by, and that one big guy brushed his arm up against her as she passed. His hand caught her ass for a hard squeeze and pulled the lower blanket, and it almost came off! Missy squealed and ran forward, grabbing the blanket with a free hand. She held it up just barely and struggled to the back of the plane, one hand desperately clutching her waist and the other her top. How humiliating! Thankfully Bill had an open bathroom and let her go right in, handing her skirt and top in after her. He also handed her the purse. 

"Check your hair and makeup and be back to the seat in five minutes," he said, looking at his watch. 

"Yes Sir." 

She had to hurry to get dressed in time and check her hair, brushing it quickly and applying her perfume and red lipstick before teetering back up the aisle. The same big guy was watching for her, and as she passed him in the darkened aisle he stopped her with one strong arm, while his other big hand went under her little skirt and actually got a finger up her pussy and held her there, grinding it into her, until Missy finally squealed and bolted forward out of his grasp. This was more than humiliating! She struggled forward and finally teetered up to the front aisle. 

Should she tell Bill about the groping man? She knew she should, but Bill would probably go back and make a big scene. The police might even be called once they landed. No, it was better to stay silent -- no one else knew, and after all she was not hurt. Swallowing her pride and humiliation, Missy stood and looked at Bill, who was stretched out luxuriously in his Business class seat. His eyes were at the level of her tummy and he looked her up and down, enjoying the sight of the pretty little Thai girl in the tiny blue skirt and tight top. 

"What do you want, sweetie?" Bill whispered. 

"Sir, I would like to sit back down but your legs are in the way." 

"Of course, but first you will ask permission."

Missy was taken aback, but said, 

"Sir, may I have permission to sit back down in my seat?" She fidgeted back and forth on her legs, still shaky from the very recent finger up her pussy. 

By now the people across the aisle were looking at the scantily-clad girl on her high heels standing uncertainly in the aisle. Bill noticed this and had a new idea. 

"Take off your shoes, you'll be more comfortable," Bill said in a slightly louder tone, and as he and the others watched, Missy reached down to remove her heels, bending over at the waist. 

The flustered girl had to undo the strap on each one, which took a while, and she knew her bare ass was showing. Finally it was done. 

"Good little girl. You may sit down now," said Bill, loud enough for the others to hear, as he moved his legs and let her in. Missy collapsed in her seat and softly began to cry. 

The rest of the flight passed uneventfully, and finally they were through customs at JFK Airport and walking down the concourse. Bill needed to use the men's room, so little Missy waited nearby, resting up against the wall, taking in the wonders of a big American airport. All of a sudden she felt a huge body next to her, and looked up to see the big man from the plane! He stood close, right in front of her, leering at her as pushed up against her petite frame, almost engulfing her. No one could see in the busy concourse because his body was blocking the view, and he quickly took her hands and pushed them down to his bulging pants. 

"You didn't stop me from feeling you up in the plane, did you? I had my finger right up in your cunt. Feel this big cock now, whore. That's all you are, a slutty, lowly whore." And he made her feel his hard cock for what seemed like an eternity before slapping her face lightly and calmly walking off. Flustered and amazed, Missy barely regained her composure before Bill emerged from the rest room. Should she tell him? No, better to stay quiet, and after all, she was okay. And she couldn't tell anyone about the little surge of wetness in her pussy! 

As she walked through the airport in her skimpy outfit, Missy was very aware of her body and the effect it had on men, even strangers. She knew she was sexy, but Jintau had never complimented her and she had been wearing baggy clothes for so long that it had not been an issue in Thailand. She would have to be more careful from now on.



Adventures of Missy Ch. 03



The cab dropped them off at Bill's building on 7th Avenue, a fancy New York residence with a doorman in a liveried outfit. Missy was very impressed. She knew Bill had nice clothes and could afford a trip to Thailand, but she had no idea about how much money he had. This was a nice building, and Missy had a flash of intuition as they entered. In that instant she knew clearly this was a much better life than she would have in her home village with her father, and she determined to do whatever it took to make sure Bill married her and let her stay in America. 

As soon as the door closed and they were in the apartment, Bill took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and drove it in and out like a little cock, pausing only to whisper 

"Suck" 

before plunging his tongue back in. Missy sucked the tongue and felt that this was more sexual than Bill had ever kissed her. They stood in the foyer, just inside the front door. 

"Now Missy, the next chapter of our life is beginning. It will take place in this apartment. As of right now I am beginning a training program for you. You know I like you a lot, sweetie, and I require that you dress sexy and obey me and call me Sir. But there is much more I will be teaching you in the next few weeks. Are you listening to me?"

"Yes Sir," said Missy, listening carefully to every word, knowing that this was important.

"Okay. You have already heard my first and most important command, 'suck.' And you did very well with it, sucking on my tongue. Whenever I say that word you will suck on whatever body part is closest to your mouth. Then you will work your way to my cock and take it in deeply. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." 

"The second command is equally important. It is the word "kneel," and you will immediately kneel whenever you hear it. When you kneel you will do it as gracefully as possible, looking at me as you go down. If you do not obey either of these commands immediately, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." 

This didn't seem like much of a problem, since thanks to her parents and Jintau, Missy was used to both kneeling and sucking. 

"Slip off your shoes," Bill said. Missy obeyed, again bending from the waist as she often did, struggling again with the straps, feeling even smaller as she stood in her bare feet before Big Billy. 

"Kneel!"

Missy gracefully slipped to the floor before Bill, looking up at him shyly. 

"Good girl, that was very nice," Bill said as he looked down at her. 

"Now let's add a little more to that command, shall we? When I say kneel, you will do several things. You will kneel gracefully, looking at me, keeping your knees together as you have already been taught. Then you will put your hands behind you, close your eyes and lick your lips. You will continue to keep your mouth moist, and I want to see your tongue as you do it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, let's try it again," and Bill helped her back up to her feet. He held her chin and looked deeply into her eyes for a long time and Missy felt weak and lost in them. He had such strong power, without even touching her body!

"Kneel!"

Missy tried to remember everything that single word meant. She went to her knees as gracefully as she could, looking up at Bill and smiling. She kept her knees together, put her hands back behind her and closed her eyes. What else? She had a blank moment.

"Well?"

Oh yes! She began to lick her lips with her tongue, and continued to moisten her mouth. 

"One more thing will make it perfect," said Bill. "Take off your top. Gracefully! And keep your eyes closed."

Missy did as she was told, carefully pulling the little sweater over her head and handing it to Bill, leaving her in only her tiny blue skirt. Her pert little tits thrust forward as she resumed her position with hands back, tongue moving over her wet red lips. He arranged her hair so that it fell in front of her shoulders.

Bill had been thinking about this moment for a long time. He knew Missy loved and admired him, and he also knew what her option was - life in the village with her father. He would use that to maximum advantage as he trained her to be the girl he had always dreamed and fantasized about. 

He knew by now he had found a gold mine when he saw Missy that first time at the dance, and he had a firm plan to make the most of it. He had six months to work with before he decided whether to keep her or not, and if he did, he already imagined the trip to Vegas for their wedding. 

But that was well in the future, and right now he had a beautiful Thai girl kneeling before him, thrusting her tits and wetting her lips. He had done very little with her so far sexually, but that was about to change. 

"Do you know what is going to happen next, little girlie?" 

"Yes Sir, I think so." 

"What am I going to do now?"

Thinking of her experiences in this situation, she knew what Jintau would have done and what her father would do. But Bill was different.

"Sir, I'm not sure..."

"Guess."

"You will probably take down your pants and make love to my mouth, Sir." 

Bill decided now was a good time to put an edge into his voice and make himself clear. She knew he was dominant and controlling, but she didn't yet know how much. 

"NO! I will not take down my pants, you will. Dressing and undressing both of us will be part of your job. And I will definitely not "make love" to your mouth. You will see what I will do very soon. Now take your hands and undo my belt."

Missy felt the first twinge of fear. He was almost angry! She mostly liked his strength and decisiveness, but the note in his voice promised something more than that. It was like that brief moment in the Bangkok hotel room, which she had almost forgotten about. Quickly she took her hands to his belt and looked to see how to get his belt off. 

"Did I tell you to open your eyes?" Bill's voice had even more of an edge.

She quickly closed her eyes tight, her breath starting to come faster as her heart began pounding in her chest. 

"No Sir, but ... but I thought ... Sir ... " 

"Quiet!!" Bill shouted. "You will be punished later for that. Well, I know how to keep your eyes shut." 

He left her kneeling there and she could hear him in another room, rummaging around in a drawer. 

Bill was not really angry at all, and smiled to himself as he found what he was looking for. Returning to the kneeling girl, he roughly put the blindfold around Missy's eyes. 

"There, that should do it."

Missy didn't mind the blindfold, which was light and comfortable, but her mind was racing. Although she was with Bill, she was confused. He had said "punished," and she didn't know what that meant. She had never given Jintau a reason to punish her and he never had, but she knew about her father's long, hard spankings. Would Bill spank her? He had always been such a gentleman ... 

"Now take off my pants and underpants!"

Missy struggled with the task. She had to take off his shoes to get his pants off, and once they were off she reached for his briefs. 

"No! Use your teeth."

Her teeth? She had to think for a moment, then realized what he wanted. Using her teeth she bit lightly on the top elastic band of the briefs and pulled down. They only went so far, and she had to do it on the other side too. It took several attempts, but finally she managed to get them to the ground and he stepped out of them, leaving him in his fancy shirt, jacket and tie. She still had her little blue skirt on. 

"That's better, little one," Bill cooed at her in a soft, comforting voice. 

Was this the same man who was just yelling at her? Missy felt very unsettled and off-balance, but she remembered to put her hands back behind her and began licking her lips.

"Good girl." 

Missy knew his cock was right in front of her face, and despite it all she was curious about the size and shape. She would have sneaked a peek but the blindfold prevented it. 

Bill looked down at his submissive girl friend, or to be more accurate, sex-slave-in-training, and was overcome with lust. The moment had arrived, and he wanted to make sure he gave her the right first impression of his sexuality. He waited a few more moments, his cock raging in full hardness, then suddenly thrust into her mouth. This was not a sweet, loving motion but an aggressive dominant act, and he kept driving until his cock was deep in her throat. He held it there, grasping her head with both hands as the surprised girl tried to pull away. She couldn't breathe! 

And he held her there until she was gagging, choking and squirming desperately beneath him. She was growing faint, and she put her hands on his strong thighs and tried to push him back. Finally Bill pulled out and let her catch her breath. Tears started flowing from her eyes, running her mascara down her cheeks. 

"Did I tell you to move your hands, little girl?"

Oh No! she has disobeyed him again, but she was only trying to breathe. She immediately put her hands back behind her and did the only thing she could think of.

"I'm sorry Sir! I'm so very sorry. I didn't mean to disobey you ... Sir ... I was only trying to breathe .... You surprised me, Sir ... I'm sorry ... "

"Shut up! You will be punished for that!"

And grabbing her head, Bill firmly entered her mouth again, driving slowly but deeply into her throat. This time she was more prepared and had taken a good breath, so it was easier to take him in. She couldn't see but she could certainly feel him. She only had experience with two cocks, and this one was bigger than Jintau's. It wasn't as thick as her father's huge rod, but it was longer. Like both of the other men, Bill was forceful with it. While she was uncomfortable, Missy was finally in a place where she knew what to do. 

"Now I am going to hold still and you are going to show me what you can do with your mouth." 

And Missy did, calling on all the knowledge she had about men and their cocks. She licked, she sucked, she moaned and hummed, she pushed her tits forward until they pressed against his thighs, she adjusted herself to get a better angle, she took the cock deeply, she showed her enthusiasm and eagerness. Bill stood above her, looking down at her long black hair and reveled 

in the sensations. 

Bill considered how to best handle the next few minutes. He knew he would cum in Missy's mouth, but he now felt the way to do it this first time was softer and more mellow. Later he would undoubtedly be hammering it into her defenseless throat, but for now he controlled himself and held still, allowing to Missy to do all the work. She had so much energy and enthusiasm! Although she was petite, her mouth was wide and her lips were full. Letting her "do her thing" would give Missy the sense of freedom and control she might want to feel, he thought as he gently caressed her hair. The only slight aggression was a light push on the back of the head and Bill's murmured "gag" as Missy tried to get all his long cock into her throat. 

She couldn't do it, and she gagged and choked a few times before settling into a rhythm, rocking forward, opening her mouth fully and pushing her body all the way forward, gagging as she went as deep as she could, sucking hard with her lips on the way out. 

For Bill the sensation was so sublime, so wonderful to stand above and watch his new little slut-girl and realize what a good cock sucker he had! Bill couldn't last long with this kind of sexy mouth, and soon he was pumping a huge load of cum into Missy's mouth. As the cum shot started Missy came off her deep sucking and backed up to the tip of Bill's long, spurting cock, letting the cum splash into her mouth where she carefully kept it. Bill's first cum in Missy's mouth was so relaxed, so natural, that it really felt like the way things were meant to be between a man and a woman. The orgasm moment was not about dominance and submission, it was about something similar but even more important, the pure natural order of things. And both of them felt it together. 

Missy knew Bill was looking down at her, and as Jintau had taught her, she looked up in the direction of his face (she was still blindfolded), opened her mouth to show him all the cum on her tongue and overflowing her mouth and lips. Then slowly and carefully, she swallowed. It took several gulps to get it all down, and when she was finished she rocked back on her heels, looked up at Bill and smiled shyly.

"Thank you Sir."

"Good little cock sucker. You will get used to doing that daily, often more than once a day. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." 

"Lie down," said Bill, and it didn't take much for the exhausted Missy to gently fall to her side and curl up into a ball by the front door. 

Bill walked off to the bathroom, leaving the girl crumpled in a heap. 

It had been quite a long day, a roller coaster of emotions, and Missy had only had the brief nap on the plane. God, the plane! She felt a wave of humiliation as she remembered walking in the blankets, the man in the aisle seat, the small surge of wetness as he shoved his finger roughly into her cunt. How big and hard his cock felt under his pants as he pinned her to the wall in the concourse. 

Missy!! She chastised herself and put those thoughts out of her mind. She began wondering about the apartment, which she had not yet seen. She wondered what the bedroom was like, and if there were mirrors -- she had heard about mirrors in American bedrooms. She had only slept with Bill once, the night before in the airport hotel, and she wondered if he snored regularly, if he rolled around a lot, if he ... and there on the hard wood floor, Missy fell into a deep sleep. 

Bill saw her there and decided to let her sleep on the floor for this first night. He moved the suitcases into the bedroom, checked his e-mail and went to bed, setting his alarm for an early hour. He had plans for Missy.

At 6 a.m. Bill arose, opened the other side of the bed covers and plumped the pillows, then padded out to the front door where his picked Missy up in his arms and carried her into the bed, laying her on her back. Missy stirred but did not waken, and settled comfortably into the big warm bed. But her rest in the darkened room was short-lived. 

Bill was going to establish how things would be on the bed. He loved the habit Jintau had established of fucking her mouth every morning, and he was determined to continue the tradition from the very first morning and do it every day. So, just like Missy told him when describing her married sex, Bill simply mounted her chest, his knees on both sides of her, pinning her arms as she lay on her back. And he put his cock to her lips. Missy stirred slightly and looked up at Bill. She was disoriented and wasn't sure where she was, or what time it was. 

"Sir, ...?"

"Close your eyes and suck, little one."

And Missy no longer had to worry about anything except the large cock poking into her face. This was familiar territory for her, and she simply opened her mouth and took it in. And took it again and again as Bill settled into a steady rhythm of mouth fucking. Like the night before, this seemed effortless. His fantasies had been about dominating her, hurting her with slaps and spanks, but as he drove into her mouth he realized that those could be optional things, but the everyday mouth-fucking and swallowing could also be very relaxed and natural. 

He drove into her mouth for a long time as she lay there, immobile and pinned to the bed. Finally with a sigh, he easily and gradually came in her mouth, savoring the nature of the experience and drawing it out. After he had silently fed her his full load and watched her swallow (she again showed him his cum in her open mouth before gulping it down), Bill continued to push into her mouth, gently and slowly now, and he began whispering softly to his little girl.

"That's a good little whore. Good little whore, Missy. You are my personal cocksucker now. You may be 24, but you seem to me like an 18 year old girl, and that's how I will treat you. You will groom and dress like a teenager in the clothes and makeup I have given you. Do you understand?"

"Yesss, Shhirrrr, uummppphhh, I understand Shhirrrr, mmmmpppphhhh," she mumbled, her mouth still full of cock. 

"I will call you anything I like, because you are my bitch. My slave. My slut. My whore. You will always call me Sir with everything you say to me. It will always include 'Sir.' Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir, I do understand Sir." Missy was in a submissive fog, a kind of hypnotic state, lulled by the sound of Bill's low, resonant voice. It seemed to carry her to a warm, safe place of subservience to his strong masculine will. It was so comfortable there ... 

"I know this will be a big transition for you, honey. You are in America now. But for a while we will just stay in this apartment so you can get used to being here. And I want you to have things in your life that you are used to from Thailand. So like your husband, I will cum in your mouth every morning and forbid you to brush your teeth. You will now have the taste of MY cum in your mouth when you go to the kitchen to make MY breakfast. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir. I know how to do that." 

"Good girl. That's how it will be. Go back to sleep now sweetie, I have plans for you later." And like before on the hard wood floor, again Missy immediately fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

As he went out to get groceries, Bill again counted his blessings. Things were going very well so far. At age 49 Bill considered himself very fortunate to have found a 24 year old Thai girl, currently sleeping in his bed with a load of his cum in her tummy. She looked 18 and she was certainly submissive, and they had a very natural way of being together. It felt right so far, and he knew that she was in love with him. 

Was he in love with her? It was hard to tell -- the task he had set for himself, training her to be a sex slave, involved conscious and specific ways of handling her, and he had not really talked to her much yet about issues, topics, activities. That could come later, and Bill was sure it would, but these first days were important from a dominance perspective. Love was possible and he felt he could love her, but right now the emotion he was feeling had a stronger aggressive element, a controlling and forceful side of him that had never really been let out during his marriage. He wanted to let that inner man lead him, and follow where it took him naturally. 

He bought a large load of groceries, enough for at least a week, and took them back and set the bags on the counter. He thought about what should come next, smiled to himself and raised his voice: 

"Whore!!" 

Missy heard the word in her sleep, or was it real? She sat up in the bed and, just in case, tentatively said: 

"Yes Sir?" 

"Get in here!! Now!!"

Missy quickly came to the kitchen, totally naked, and stood before him uncertainly.

"Go put on your heels and thong, check your hair, perfume and makeup and come back here. Do not brush your teeth. All your things are in the bathroom."

Missy did as she was told, and although he had not given a deadline, she knew he wanted her back soon. She was quick in the bathroom, brushing her hair forward, checking her makeup carefully, putting on the tiny blue thong. She has trouble again with the straps on the heels, but finally managed to get them on. They really were too high! She had trouble walking on them, but as she looked at herself in the mirror a final time, there was comfort in the fact that she had no choice in the matter. Bill wanted her slutty and that was okay with her, as long is it was in the privacy of the apartment. And as she looked at herself, she had to admit she did look sexy. 




Adventures of Missy Ch. 03



Missy returned to the kitchen and Bill glanced at her but made no comment. 

The fact was she looked incredibly sexy to him, but he was not going to compliment her. Better to keep her off balance, thinking she had to do better. Sternly he proceeded to show her the kitchen, all the appliances and how to use them, and showed her where to put away the groceries. He sat in a kitchen char and watched as she put away the groceries. 

"When you bend down to a low shelf, you will always bend from the waist. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." She did that anyway, but now that it was an order from Bill it made it seem different. She realized that he needed the dynamic of ordering her and watching her obey, even if it was something she was going to do anyway, and that was a secret comfort to her. And he watched her carefully as she bent low, sticking out her ass, and reached high, stretching up on her toes to put everything in its place on the upper shelves. 

"Now, make my breakfast." And Missy did. She was a good cook, and had a nice hot breakfast ready in fifteen minutes. 

"Good whore. Now serve me in the dining room." 

Bill ate his fine breakfast while Missy cleaned up the kitchen. He retired to his favorite chair in the living room, carrying his mug of tea. 

"Sir, I am done in the kitchen," Missy said uncertainly from the doorway. "What should I do now?"

"Come kneel by my chair, little one."

And Missy knelt on a pillow on the floor by the side of Bill's chair as he read the paper and had his tea. He talked to her as he had in the car in Thailand, anything and everything, new stories of the day, random thoughts. This one-sided discussion was punctuated every once in a while by:

"Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." 

After an hour Missy had again been lulled into a light hypnotic fog created by Bill's voice. She almost did not hear him as he began talking about her punishment.

Punishment? Missy had almost forgotten about her "misbehavior" the night before. She was wide awake now and listened carefully as he went on,

"...and so since you disobeyed me twice last night, I am now going to punish you. Do you remember what you did wrong?"

Missy searched her memory -- she knew it had happened by the front door when they first arrived.

"Sir, I opened my eyes."

"Yes, and what else?'

"I also took my hands from behind my back when I couldn't breathe, Sir."

"Did I tell you to open your eyes or put your hands out?"

"No sir. I'm sorry Sir." 

"Missy, my sweet little girl," Bill said softly, "When you disobey me you will be either slapped or spanked, sometimes both. Today it will be a spanking, and it will hurt. I will be frank with you, little one, my punishments are severe and you will be sore for days." 

"But Sir," said Missy desperately, "I have been trying my very best to be a good girl! I have done everything you told me. I made mistakes last night, but they were small, weren't they? Please Sir, don't slap or spank me. Please Sir!" 

Images of the pillow on the floor of her father's room rushed into her mind; his paddle, his long abusive spankings. His large cock ... 

"Get up here and put yourself over my knee."

Trembling, Missy got to her feet, came in front of him and he guided her into position, her head hanging over one side of his lap, her legs on the other side. Her ass was directly over his lap, and Bill began to stroke it tenderly. 

"Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yes Sir ..."

Bill took a long look at her perfect ass as he stroked it gently. He had known since the first night in Bangkok that he would spank Missy, but like everything else he had planned it carefully. Now the moment had arrived, and as before he wanted the right kind of lesson to be learned here. 

"Are you my good girl?"

"Yes Sir, I am your good girl." 

SMACK! 

The first blow landed on her little rounded ass cheek with every ounce of force that Bill could muster. Before she could react, he hit the other ass cheek equally hard.

SMACK! 

"OH!!! OOWWWWW!! That's too hard! OOOWWWWWWW!!" 

"Shut up. You are NOT my good girl, you have been a bad girl."

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! The blows rained down on poor Missy's shapely ass as Bill began to spank her as hard as he could with his bare hand. He was like a wild man, hitting her again and again as she squirmed beneath him. 

"OWWWW SIR!! PLEASE STOP SIR!!! IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!"

But Bill didn't care, and kept on spanking her.

"You have been a bad girl! Will you open your eyes again without permission?"

"NO SIR!"

Will you keep your hands back behind you when I say?"

"YES, oh yes Sir. YES SIR!! But please stop, it is hurting too much!"

Bill continued to spank Missy hard until her ass was a bright shade of red and she was a blubbering, crying mess. Finally he finished and, looking down at her, said:

"On your knees, whore!" and Missy slipped weakly to her knees before him, crying uncontrollably.

"Slut, what will you do from now on when I tell you to put your hands back and close your eyes?" Bill asked sternly.

"Sir, I'll put my hands back and close my eyes!" 

Bill kept up the pressure relentlessly: "You can now see what happens when you are a bad girl. Bad girls get spanked very hard. Now slut, do you want to be my bad girl or my good girl?" 

"Oh Sir, I want to be your good girl. Please forgive me Sir, I am so sorry. Please, oh please forgive me!" 

Missy was hurting and crying, yet at the same time she couldn't ignore the familiar wetness she felt between her legs. As she waited to hear what Bill would say, she felt a dribble of pussy juice rolling down the inside of her thigh. 

After making Missy wait a long minute, Bill whispered: 

"All right, My little sexy slave, you are forgiven," becoming soft and comforting, holding the front of her neck lightly with one hand, stroking her hair with the other as she knelt before him, sniffling and crying quietly. She leaned into his lap and collapsed there, her cheek laying on Bill's cock.

And they stayed that way for a long time. Finally Bill got up and Missy collapsed on the floor, where she spent the night.



Adventures of Missy Ch. 04



So Bill and Missy settled into a comfortable domestic pattern. After waking up to a hard cock and swallowing cum for her early breakfast, she did all the chores and housework in her sexy outfits and heels. Bill insisted that she maintain her hair and makeup all day long, and evenings too. During the day she also served him whenever he ordered, bringing him drinks and snacks. After a week she had been a good girl and obedient house mate. While Bill had not spanked her again, neither had he fucked her yet. This worried Missy. Her only experience was Jintau, who had fucked her right away, the very first night. 

"Sir, I have a question," Missy said after an early evening session of cock sucking had yielded another load of cum in her tummy. Bill was relaxed and post-orgasmic, slumped over in his chair while Missy knelt before him. 

"What is it, slut?"

"Are you going to make love to me ... Sir ... I mean, to my pussy?" 

Bill's plan was to make her wait for it, and now she had finally screwed up her courage to ask for it. Bill was going to fuck her soon anyway, but it would be on his terms. He sat up suddenly, alert, looked down at her and decided once again to put an edge into his voice. 

"Damn it, whore," he said, raising his voice, "That is not for you to decide. I will fuck you when I am good and ready to fuck you!!"

Missy cringed but managed to reply: 

"I know it is your decision, Sir. But your little whore wants your cock, Sir. I'm horny. I want to get fucked. Please Sir?" 

"You will shut up and wait for it, whore," said Bill, leaning forward to slap her face hard for the first time. 

"OOOWWWWW!! Sir, that hurt!!"

And Bill slapped her even harder on the other cheek, causing her to fall from her knees to the floor, completely shocked, holding her face gingerly.

"OOWWW, OOOWWWW, OOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!" 

Bill stood and looked down at her, crumpled on the floor. This was an important time. 

"Slut, I slapped you because you forgot your rightful place here. I am the dominant man, you are the submissive girl. It is up to me to decide how we will do things here. You have no say at all in these matters. Do you think you deserve to be fucked?"

"I ... I ... I don't know, Sir. I am doing my best to be your good ... your good little girl, and I have been very obedient. Sir, my pussy gets wet all the time when I am sucking you, and sometimes I get frustrated that you will not let me cum. I ... I ... I do want to please you, and I also want ... I want your permission ..." She couldn't finish.

"You want my permission for what, slut?"

"I ... I ... want to ... to cum, Sir."

"When is the last time you had an orgasm?"

As she lay on the floor below him, Missy told him the truth. It was the second to last night in Thailand, when she had gone to her room after her father's spanking and masturbated under the covers. She didn't tell him about her father, though, only about the masturbating. She had considered telling Bill all about her father, but could not work up the courage to do so. She was afraid of what his reaction might be, so she kept quiet. 

"When is the last time you had an orgasm with a man?" Bill asked, already knowing the answer.

"Sir, I have never had an orgasm with a man," she admitted. 

"Yet you want it now, is that it? Are you better now than you have always been? Do you really think a little slutty bitch like you deserves to have an orgasm?" 

Missy had begun to cry again and could barely reply.

"Well, do you?"

"No Sir. I ... I guess not ... I am not yet worthy ... " 

"I will decide when you are worthy!" And he reached down to slap her face again twice in quick succession, causing a fresh outburst of crying.

"OOOOWWWWW. OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!"

"Now go to your room and wait for me naked, kneeling on your pillow." 

"Yes Sir," said Missy quickly as she got up and fled to her room, more shocked than she had ever been. He slapped her so hard! She went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Though she was not bruised, her face was red and sore. And worse, she really could not understand why Big Bill reacted as he had. She was trying so hard to please him! But she must have crossed a line with him when she asked about fucking and cumming. She would have to be more careful in the future. 

She took a few minutes to compose herself, did her normal check of hair, makeup and perfume, then went into the bedroom. She sure didn't want to be slapped again! She really wanted to turn things around, and she tried to think of how Bill could be nice to her when he came in. What would he like? 

She knew just the thing. She lowered the lights and lit several candles and a small piece of incense. She put the bedside radio softly on his favorite jazz channel. He had ordered her to be naked and kneeling, but she knew that "naked" did not include shoes. Even though she would be kneeling, she put on her highest heels, and as an added touch she got his favorite blindfold out. After she sank to her kneels on her pillow by the bed and arranged her feet beneath her, she put on the blindfold. Long black hair forward, hands back, eyes closed, smiling, moistening her red mouth, she waited patiently for Bill.

He made her wait a long time on her pillow. He had smiled widely to himself after she left the living room. After giving her a quiet week to get used to a domestic pattern of life, it had been time to really put her off balance. Thus he had exploded violently at a small infraction, hitting her, when in reality what she had said was very sexy. 

For a week he had established himself very strongly in her mouth and throat, and had cum there at least a dozen times. His dominance over her was based on her performing oral sex, and that was clear to them both. But as far as fucking her he was controlling himself, making her wait, teaching her that part of being a slut is waiting. And gradually he was introducing pain into the relationship. He had spanked her very hard a week ago, and now he had actually slapped her face hard! She cried but had taken it. 

Yes, he would fuck her tonight, from behind, spanking her as he did so and strengthening the connection in her mind between pain and fucking. He would dominate her so fully and get her so hot, then ... 

Bill entered the room wearing a beautiful purple house coat, his long cock peeking through between the folds. He stopped in his tracks, taking in the scene Missy had prepared for him. The scent of sweet incense, the tall candles, the soft music, and the beautiful kneeling girl, all created an almost perfect picture for him. Everything was just as he wanted! 

"I love you, Sir," Missy said simply. 

What a girl she was! What a good little wife she would be! In just over a week she had learned all important things about pleasing him in the home. She cooked all his meals and showed a real flair for the kitchen. The apartment was spotless, and she picked up after him whenever he made a mess. She dressed and groomed as he wished her to be, she walked, sat and knelt as she had been taught. She was swallowing two loads of cum a day on average, and seemed to be getting hot while doing it. Sometimes he treated her nicely, sometimes roughly. Sometimes he fucked her mouth and other times he let her do all the work. What a sexy girl!

At that moment he decided he would keep Missy. This is the woman he would own. He saw it all clearly in his head, a flash of deep intuition about the road they would take in life together. His decision was made: They would be Master and slut. They would have many evenings like this perfect bedroom scene tonight. They would refine and improve the experience of sexy evenings at home until it was sublime. 

And of course she deserved to be fucked.

"Slut, you have said you want to be fucked. Is that right?"

Missy sure didn't want to get slapped again, so she tried to explain: "Y ... Y ... Yes Sir ... I mean, I ... " 

"That is what I call a good horny little slut," Bill said softly. "That's what sluts like you want, missy-girl, they want to get fucked. But sluts like you are made to wait for it. You are made to get all hot and bothered, but are not allowed to cum. That way you are constantly horny and hot, and that makes you a better oral lover. And sucking will always be job #1 for you. Do you understand that, Missy?"

"Y ... Y ... Yes Sir. b ... b ... but Sir, ..."

"Furthermore," said Bill, cutting her off, "You know you will not ever cum without my permission. But I have been thinking about it, and you're right. The little girl does deserve a chance to cum. Would you like that?"

"Yes, oh Yes Sir!" 

"Will you do as I say?"

"Yes, Sir!" 

"Open your mouth, whore."

Bills' cock was at full attention and he stepped forward and drove aggressively into her open mouth, going deep into her throat on the first thrust. Taken by surprise, Missy choked and coughed as Bill pulled out. Before long his cock was right back in her throat, thrusting deeply. She had to concentrate on keeping her throat relaxed and conquering her gag reflex. 

"Finger yourself," said Bill, and Missy immediately put her right hand down into her pussy and began stroking. She was already a little wet, and after a few minutes she was very wet, open and available.

As usual, with her hands back the poor girl was completely defenseless and could do nothing to temper or slow Bill's thrusting cock. He kept up a solid pace of deep mouth-fucking for at least five minutes. Finally pulling out after a particularly hard thrust, he watched as Missy coughed and gagged. The sounds were exciting for Big Bill and he loved having this kind of sexual power over another human being, this almost royal power. He stood straight with his legs open in a strong stance, resplendent in his purple robe, a serving girl at his crotch. He gave her time to sip some water, then drove it back into her mouth. 

"Are you wet yet, slut?"

"Mmmmpppfff, mmmmmmpppfffff..." Missy couldn't speak because of the big cock in her throat. 

"Are you ready to get fucked?"

"MMMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF!!!!!!"

Suddenly Bill pulled out, grabbed Missy and pulled her up onto the bed. 

"Get on your hands and knees, whore, open your legs wide and stick out your ass," Bill ordered. 

Missy knew what to do, and after she was in a kneeling position she lowered her shoulders and head onto the bed in front of her. What a sight she made! Blindfolded, long black hair billowing around her head, beautiful young Thai body, arched back, legs open, pussy lips open like petals, wet and thrusting. 

Bill looked at the sexy sight and renewed his vow to keep Missy for the rest of his life. But now he wanted to accomplish the final statement of this early training period, the period when first impressions are made. He had been in one of those dominant moods all evening, very strict and firm with her, and this was the crucial moment. But first:

"Your mouth should always be active when you are getting fucked. Suck your thumb!" Missy's head was pinned to the bed, and she put her thumb into her mouth and began sucking. 

"You will continue sucking until I replace your thumb with my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yessss Shhhhhurrrr."

He came behind the beautiful girl then and spanked her ass – hard! And spanked it again, then rubbed her pussy lips. Missy moaned but did not cry out as Bill spanked her a few more times, alternating between that and fingering her wet pussy. 

Then without further ado he took his long hard cock and thrust it straight into her open pussy. As he did with her mouth earlier, he drove as deeply as he could on the first thrust and held it there. 

"OOOOHHHHH, OOOHHHH Sir!!" 

Missy hadn't had a cock inside her since well before Jintau's death, and it felt overwhelming. And it hurt! It was big!! And then Bill pulled out and thrust in again! Missy tried her best to relax and stay open, but it was hard and she was tense. Bill, sensing her tension, slapped her ass, and slapped it again and again. The pain registered with Missy, but they both noticed that she got wetter as she got spanked. Bill pulled his cock out and continued to spank her ass hard, and Missy's moans became grunts, then cries. 

But strangely, Missy was experiencing it all in a new way. This was actual sex spanking, and when she was so turned on and wet like she was now, the pain felt completely different, more in tune with the sexuality she was feeling in her pussy. It all seemed to blend together, and as she sucked her thumb she went fully into a kind of psychological 'subspace' for the first time. She was kneeling before her man, obscenely open and being spanked. It felt so right, and when his big cock entered her again she was open and wet and relaxed for him. She was there but not there, her feelings and senses taken into a pure submissive state where the whole world disappeared except for the hard, driving cock in her pussy and the dominant man who wielded it. 

Billy took Missy's hips in his hands and began to pump slowly and steadily into her. She made little high grunting sounds and little yelps with each deep thrust, punctuated with louder cries when Bill spanked her ass. Both her pussy and her ass were on fire! Missy had never felt this way before, and she felt the familiar tingle as her orgasm approached. But it had been so long, and Bill always stopped her. Would he stop her this time? As if reading her mind, Bill abruptly pulled out. OOHHH NNOOO!! Missy continued to gyrate and rotate her hips into the open air as she knelt before him. 

"OOHHH!! OOHHH Sir!!! Please!" 

"If you want to cum for me you will beg for it."

"Please let me cum!" 

"More begging!" 

And Missy had a flashback to the front door of her house in Thailand, kneeling before her father in the middle of the night: "Her father looked down at her, so cold and forlorn in her little dress, and said "More begging!"

"Oh Sir, I am so close. Please fuck me more. Pleasepleaseplease!!!! I want you to fuck me, Sir. I am begging for it, begging! Please fuck me and make me cum!!!"

And again Bill took aim and thrust his long cock back into her waiting pussy, as deeply as he could. 

"OOOHHHH!!!! UUUUMMMMMPPPPHHHH."

And he fucked her mercilessly. Missy came almost immediately, a strong sharp thrill through her entire body, and then she came a second time a few minutes later in a wet gushing orgasm. Finally!! And it was so good, after all the frustration, the waiting and teasing. She was only partially aware of what was going on, another part of her was in a more pure mental state. She was woman at her most ideal, submitting to a powerful man and his cock. She was wetter than she had ever been. 

And still Bill fucked her from behind, his hands resting easily on her hips, holding them to get a better thrust into her wet pussy. He was driving and driving, approaching his climax, and she was about to roll into her third orgasm when he stopped again, abruptly pulled out and reached down to grab her head, pulling off her blindfold. 

In a sexual haze she felt herself being turned over onto her back and Bill's cock in her face, spurting hot cum all over her. Some got in her eyes, one shot went partially up her nose, it got into her hair, on her cheeks and forehead and neck. What a load of cum! Bill was sure it was the most he had ever ejaculated in his life, and he looked down with great satisfaction at the beautiful sight of his cum-covered Thai girl. He had a little more and pushed his cock head into her mouth to make a final deposit. 

Missy knew what to do.

"Sir, may I swallow your cum?"

"Beg."

"Um ... please Sir, please, I am begging you to allow me to swallow your cum." 

Bill looked down at her beneath him and was well pleased. 

"Yes, you may. Look at me while you do it." 

And as Bill looked deeply into Missy's eyes she took a finger and scooped up the cum from her face and put it into her mouth, sucking her finger suggestively, looking steadily at him until all the cum has been cleaned up and swallowed. She smiled shyly and looked down.

"Thank me," said Bill sternly. 

"Thank you, Sir." 

Another flashback. Missy! She remembered her father: She choked but managed to swallow it all as she had been taught. The taste was bitter and sour. "Thank me, daughter!" "Thank you, Father." 

Her eyes closed and everything seemed to swirl around and come together and drift apart in Missy's head. She had been slapped hard and spanked hard, throat-fucked and pussy-fucked, dominated and treated roughly. Yet she had also experienced the two strongest orgasms of her life, absolutely mind-blowing! She had experienced a kind of transcendent state of submission, but uncomfortable past images also crept in to haunt her joy. Still, it was the most intense sexual experience she had ever had. 

Images swirled in her mind of various hard cocks: her father, Jintau, the man on the plane ... She opened her eyes once more to see Bill towering above her, his semi-hard cock lying on her neck, his strong chest, his hypnotic eyes boring into hers. She was overcome and with a sigh she closed her eyes and passed out ...



Adventures of Missy Ch. 05



So the first four months went by and Bill and Missy settled into a nice domestic routine, based on the way Bill had trained her in the first week. He had still not let her out of the apartment. After the morning routine was finished and Missy had cleaned up the kitchen, Bill gave her an hour to have quiet time and get ready for the day. By 10 a.m. she reported to him in heels and a sexy outfit. They had spent hours online looking at web sites selling nighties, teddies and other lingerie. Victoria's Secret was a good site, but there were many others, and Bill had taken her input seriously. Missy, he found, had definite ideas about color and style.

He bought her ten new outfits of her choice to compliment the ones from Thailand. He also let Missy choose ten pairs of heels to go along with the outfits. While she chose most of the colors and styles, she had to adhere to Bill's guidelines: four pairs of 3 1/2" heels, three pairs with 4" heels, and the last three 4" heel with a 2" platform. And how little Missy teetered around the apartment in those platform heels!

At first he chose her clothes for the day, but he soon saw she liked fashion and understood it better than he did. By now she knew what he wanted around the house, and after a while he let her choose.

All the clothes Missy owned at this point were of the bedroom variety, designed to present and provoke. She was required to maintain her lipstick, makeup and perfume at all times. Occasionally Bill liked her in girlie pig tails with pink ribbons, but the rest of the time her hair was fresh, clean and brushed down.

Missy's body was really just right, shapely and slim in the normal way of Thai women. Her hips were slim and her ass perfect, her complexion was flawless and her movements graceful. Bill had studied her body for many hours, at countless angles and poses as she worked around the house or knelt by his chair. He could be quite satisfied with her body, he knew, but Bill wanted the very best from his slut. He could imagine how the little girl body could be improved with larger breasts and a smaller waist. He could accomplish the latter by waist training using a tight laced corset, but the larger breasts would require plastic surgery. And he didn't want them overly large so that it was obvious -- those plastic American movie star blondes with their huge tits did not interest him. So he went online and looked at web sites of reputable plastic surgery clinics -- there was an excellent one in Bangkok, he was interested to notice. Several of them had image sections where you could actually browse and choose the size and shape you wanted. You entered in the woman's bust size, height, weight and some other information, and a listing of images came up. He started with an approximation of Missy's current size and then went up a few notches. She did not sag at all so that part was not necessary -- just a little more volume and fullness. There, he found just the right size! #443 medium on the Bangkok clinic web site. Her tits would look much sexier when she was naked or in her sexy home outfits, but when they went out and she wore a loose blouse or sweater they would not be too noticeably big.

But he did not feel that ordering Missy to have breast enhancement was the right thing to do. This was important, changing her body, and if he wanted a happy little slut for life (and he did) she would have to buy into the idea. He had commented on her tits before now, telling her how nice her pretty pink nipples were, and how perfectly shaped the globes were, but a bit small. He often added that last part, so she knew he loved her tits but thought they were small.

But what could she do? She did her best with what she had, spending most of the time thrusting them as far forward as her poor elbows and shoulders would allow. Before entering a room to see Bill, Missy would stimulate her nipples until they were fully hard and erect, then kneel before him, arms back and nipples thrusting. And of course she closed her eyes and licked her red lips as she had been taught.

One day Bill called her into his study, a masculine room with dark mahogany paneling, a big desk, several large book cases, his diplomas and awards on the wall. She usually did not see him in this room, which was his private hideaway, but she did as she was told and brought a pillow to his big executive desk chair and settled to the floor between his opened legs. Thrusting her pretty little tits and smiling at him, she said:

"Yes, Sir?"

"Missy, I have been thinking about your body. I think your waist could look even better in a corset. We have seen pictures of women in corsets when looking at those lingerie web sites. Do you remember?"

"Yes, Sir, and I liked them."

"Good, because I am going to get you a corset, custom-made. They will take a full set of measurements of your body and make it specifically for you. It will lace in back and you can have whatever design you want on the front. It will be an underbust style, leaving your breasts free above. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Missy had seen the fake corsets that Victoria's Secret had, using thin material and laced loosely, and she thought this is what he meant. She didn't know about waist training and tight lacing. She would find out soon enough!

"Okay, that's settled. I will find a good corset shop and take you there next week."

Missy was thrilled -- she knew New York City was out there and she could look out the window, but she had been cooped up in the apartment for over four months and was more than ready for an outing.

"Oh thank you Sir!" she said excitedly, looking up and loving her generous man. Things had been going well at home, she knew he was pleased with her so far, but the time was approaching when he would have to make a decision. In two more months her spouse visa would expire and he would have to either marry her or send her back to her father.

"And there is another thing, little girl. I have been thinking about your pretty little breasts. You know I love them, but you also know I think they are a bit too small. I see you thrusting them every day for me and I love that. But I want us to consider getting them enlarged. American women do it all the time, it is an easy operation, and I think you will be happy with the result."

Missy experienced a wild turmoil of emotions. She was healthy and happy, and liked her body as it was. She was comfortable in it, and didn't want to change. She was deeply dismayed, a feeling so different from her joyous emotions of just a minute before. Would he order her to do it? As if reading her mind, Bill went on:

"Sweetie, I will not order you to do this," he said in his most comforting, resonant voice. "You can say no. If you say yes, it must come from deep within you. You must want to do it and be happy and live comfortably with it. You must realize that it is not only to be sexier for me. It is for you. Other women report that they feel more self-confidence and self-esteem, and like how they look better in clothes. Sure, larger tits are sexier, but it is much more than that. It is about enhancing your self-image and becoming even prettier than you are now. I will not order you, honey, but I am asking nicely for you to consider it."

"How ... how large ... Sir ... how large do you want them?" Missy had serious misgivings about this!

"Not too much larger. I don't want it to be obvious to others. And yours don't sag at all, so that correction is not needed. Just a little more volume and shape. I have some pictures you can look at if you want."

Missy wasn't ready to decide, she needed time for the implications of this to sink in.

"Sir, can I think about it for a while?"

"Yes, of course. You can have 24 hours. Tomorrow at this time..." he looked at his watch "... you will report back here and tell me what you think. Okay, little one?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Go now," and Missy rose and left the room, her little ass swishing as Bill looked at her departing derriere. What an ass! He did love Missy's body, and as for the breast job he had done all he could. He presented it as convincingly as he was able, but he clearly left the choice up to her. He knew she didn't like the idea, but she was also in love with him and wanted to stay in America. The negative power of her only other option -- return to her father's house -- was strong, but Bill knew better than to play that card. She probably thought about it every day, and did not need his reminder. This way it was pure, a loving man presenting her with a request, and she had the power to choose yes or no. And Bill would live with her decision. If she said no, he had lost nothing, and if she said yes ...

As Missy did her housework that day she thought and thought about it. So many factors to consider! She didn't know what to do, and this troubled her. She had no luck in organizing her thoughts into pros and cons. It all became an emotional haziness that followed her into bed that night. Bill did not approach her sexually all day, and promptly fell asleep on his side of the bed.

Missy could not sleep. So far Bill had offered her no choice in anything except clothes and styles, and those were under his strict guidelines (short, tight, sexy). Her normal mode was to let Bill decide things and go along, and for the most part that was working very well. Now she had a big choice to make, and she realized she was not used to making important decisions. She never had the choice of her first husband, and neither Jintau nor her father had let her decide much of anything. The only real freedom she had experienced was those wonderful college days, going to campus, taking classes and talking to her fellow students. But she hadn't learned much about making important decisions. And she needed to decide by tomorrow!

She tossed and turned and finally fell into a light, tormented sleep. As she had experienced before, sexual images tumbled into her mind, mostly of hard cocks, sucking and fucking. She really was a turned on slut, as Bill had made her. This was natural for her, and she liked sex. She wanted to have sex with Bill for the rest of her life, even though he hurt her and treated her roughly and made her be a tarted-up sex slave all day and night. She was used to it and it didn't bother her too much, certainly not enough to compare with the prospect of a return to her father's house. Then suddenly into her dream-like images another formed, one of her body with huge Barbie tits jutting out obscenely from her chest, nipples poking through every outfit she wore, clear to the world that she was an owned whore.

But Billy had said he didn't want them too large, just "a little more volume and shape." Gradually her image changed into an incredibly attractive version of herself with a smaller waist and somewhat larger breasts. She looked like a movie star! In this new image her body was just the right size, like the ads in the fashion magazines she had seen in Thailand. But she was still not sure and could not decide.

Poor Missy woke up again in the early morning and lay looking up at the ceiling. She had another thought about it. She realized she couldn't decide because Bill had taught her to let him make all the important decisions. She tried that out in her head. That was the pattern she knew, and in that quiet morning hour she admitted to herself that this was who she was. She truly appreciated how kind he had been yesterday, and how he left it to her and said he would abide with her decision. But in her heart of hearts, she wanted Bill to decide. Although the thought did not articulate itself consciously, she also felt the natural thrill of being the pure woman, with a soft yielding femininity that complimented his pure harder masculinity. And she knew what to do.

When his normal time came to awaken, Missy slipped lower in the bed and softly began stroking his thigh with her hands. Her head was in that familiar place near his crotch. She felt a love for this strange, complicated, intelligent man who so fascinated her. She knew he was her man, and that was that. Summoning her courage, she said:

"Sir?"

Groggily Bill reached for her, put a hand on her head and stroked her hair.

"What is it, slut?"

"Sir, I ... I have been struggling with this decision, and I know that it is important to you. You like making the decisions, and I just can't decide about this on my own. While I don't really want to do it and would not do it on my own, I love you and want to make you happy. I don't know what to do! So I want to let you make the decision, and I'll go along with it."

Bill continued stroking her hair, very pleased, and realized clearly for the first time that he truly loved his little Thai girl. He knew he wanted sex with her for life, he knew he loved dominating and controlling her, but for the first time he loved her as a person. Not as a sex object or a submissive slut, but for what and who she was. The match was just right between them, and her surprising decision made him glow with pride and love.

"Okay honey, then it is decided. You will do it."

And he thought some more, and decided to tell her

now.

"I love you, sweet little Missy."

Did she hear him correctly? She had never heard him say that, and it made her breath catch in her throat. He loved her!

"I love you so very much, Sir!"

"Missy, I want to marry you. I will not ask you, so you won't have to decide. I will simply tell you that we will get married. You will be my wife. Do you understand, little one?"

"OH YES!!! Yes yes yes, Sir!!"

And both got what they wanted. They felt such warmth of love pass between them, and in the most natural way she took him into her mouth and made love to his large cock. They lay there quietly in the dark bed, enjoying each other in the manner they both had grown to love. He drove into her mouth for a long time, easily and gently, and finally treated her more roughly before cumming a huge load into her waiting throat. She sputtered and gagged, and hot jism spilled from her lips as she tried to hold it all and show it to him before swallowing. As she struggled to gulp it all down, some escaped on to her neck and chest. She knew what to do.

"Sir, that was delicious. May I clean up the rest of your cum and swallow it?"

"You may."

And using a finger, little Missy scooped up the thick, creamy cum from her face and neck and, looking into his deep dark eyes, swallowed.

Bill kept her in the bed that morning and fucked her pussy twice, from behind and in missionary position. The first time he came in her pussy, and the second time he pulled out at the end and sprayed it on her face. Again she asked permission and cleaned it all up as she had been taught.

The next few weeks were a glorious experience for both lovers. They talked and planned for their upcoming travels and wedding. Bill wanted her to have input into this, the most important chapter in her life, and she appreciated it. No more father telling her who she would marry, or where or when -- she had the man she wanted this time! They talked about whether to get married in Thailand (which she wanted) or in America (which he wanted), and he made the decision that they would do ceremonies in both countries. They would go to Thailand and marry there, where and how she wanted, and then come back to Las Vegas and have a second ceremony there, where and how he wanted.

On arrival on Thailand, their first trip would be to the clinic to get her breast enhancement operation, then after a brief recovery period they would get married.

Missy's indecisiveness had gone away when the topic was her wedding! She did not want the village church, which would bring up too many old memories. There was a pretty little church she knew in Bangkok near the campus, and she told Bill she would be happy to be married there. He said yes. She would wear a traditional Thai wedding dress, he would be in a traditional Thai jacket, and they would have a traditional ceremony. Yes, yes. That was all okay with Bill and he approved her plans at each step.

Bill had his own ideas about the second marriage in Las Vegas, but was purposefully vague about the details. He kept her focus on the upcoming Thailand trip and she happily went along.



Adventures of Missy Ch. 06



Before leaving New York, Bill took her to a corset shop as promised. He had found a private business, very small and chic, run by a lady on the Upper East Side. Missy was so excited! It was late summer, hot, and she had put on a little yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps Bill had bought for her. No bra, of course, but a thong had been permitted, a tiny pale yellow triangle patch in front and strings that got up into her crotch and rubbed past her pussy lips and right into her clit! But she knew the dress would please Bill. A little matching yellow purse containing bright red lipstick and gloss completed the outfit. 

They went down to the lobby and Bill hailed the doorman to get them a cab, then went into a corner to take a cell phone call. 

Tony Rosa had been on the streets of New York his whole life, a wise guy wannabe at age 38, now stuck opening doors for the rich folks while half his pay went for cocaine. But Tony was okay with his life, the job was a breeze, he was friendly and the people were mostly friendly, and every once in a while he caught a glimpse of something special. That something special was little Missy, walking onto the sidewalk and towards the waiting cab. 

"Here, allow me!" he said, rushing up to help her. 

Missy glanced at him and didn't like what she saw. She felt uncomfortable about the way he was looking at her. Where was Bill? She looked around, but felt Tony's arm go around her waist, guiding her towards the cab. 

"Here, let me help you honey," said Tony in his friendliest voice, and he held her waist a little tighter, continuing to hold on, even as she was sitting down into the seat. This made it difficult for Missy, who had on the short dress with high sandals, and for a brief moment she faltered and fell awkwardly into the seat, disengaging from Tony but also opening her legs rather wide for a few seconds until she could adjust herself. Tony was standing at the door looking down at her – what had he seen?? Missy was humiliated and blushed a deep crimson as she managed her legs nervously. 

Tony looked back to see that Mr. Madison was still on the phone, and leaned into the cab again.  

"Hi, I'm Tony. What's your name?"

Flustered, Missy answered "I'm Missy and I'm ... I'm with M – M - Mr. Madison."

"Yeah, like, I can see that. Well, you sure look nice today, Miss Missy, in that teeny little dress. Not too much on under there, is there?" 

And he smiled at her again. 

Missy was mortified and blushed an even deeper red, feeling it spreading to her upper chest. She looked down and didn't reply. Her knees were tight together but her dress had ridden up her smooth thighs. She felt Tony above her, staring at her body for what seemed like an eternity, though it was probably only a few seconds. Finally he turned and she heard Bill walking out to hand him a tip before getting in the other side.

The cab ride was so eye-opening for Missy that she soon forgot about Tony the doorman. Here was a great city of the world, and 7th Avenue was bustling with its daily swarm of activity. Unfortunately the ride was brief and they soon turned to a side street and came to the address. The building was an old brownstone on a quiet street, and they went up to the door and Bill knocked. The door was answered by an older lady who looked like something from the Victorian era. She was quite tall and stern looking. Her gown was in the style of the 1870's, a long full skirt covering high laced boots with heels, a high necked top and long sleeves, but the midriff!! Missy had never seen a waist so small! 

Bill had agreed that after meeting Alexandra and taking care of the bill, he would go do some errands and pick Missy up in two hours. Saying goodbye to the corset expert at the door, Bill left and Missy found herself sitting on a small low footstool in the drawing room, knees tightly together, feeling very uncomfortable as Alexandra came back into the room. Missy had not been with anyone except Bill the whole time she had been in America, and she was now faced with a person that was far beyond her realm of experience. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to be measured and fitted for her corset, and they had two hours to do it. 

Alexandra walked over to the foot stool and stood in front of little Missy, towering over her. 

Sternly she said: 

"So, little Missy, Mr. Madison tells me we want an underbust corset for tight lacing. Is that right?"

"Yes, I- I guess so ..."

And you want o pick the color and material, is that so?"

"Yes, if I could ... "

"I am the best custom corset maker in New York, and that is why Bill has brought you here. I will make you a very nice corset, a tight one, but you will need to follow my instructions during the fitting. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. ... I mean ... " Missy was flustered at her mistake, but she was so conditioned to answering the question "Do you understand" with 

"Yes, Sir" that she did it by habit. 

"I mean, yes."

"You will follow my instructions."

"Yes."

"Because if you don't want to, say so now and I'll call Bill to come and get you. And if you cause me any problems during the fitting, I'll also call Bill to come and get you. Do you understand?" 

Alexandra stood above the sitting Thai girl, looking down at her, eyes locking. Missy was growing more and more uncomfortable, but what could she do? She had to get the fitting done, she knew that much. Looking up shyly, she said:

"Yes, I will follow your instructions."

"Good girl. Now we are going to be looking at your waist and rib cage, and we can't very well do that with your dress on. Stand up now."

Missy stood to find herself very close to Alexandra, who had not backed up. 

"All right child, now don't be shy. Pull your dress up over your head and hand it to me."

Missy knew this was necessary for them to get the proper fit, but right here? Right now? Alexandra was not moving, but looking down at her even more sternly.

"Well?" 

Reluctantly Missy pulled her little yellow dress up over her head, disentangled her spaghetti straps from her hair, brushing against Alexandra's bust as she did so, and finally it came free. Sheepishly she handed it over to the tall, elegant lady, who turned and left the girl standing uncertainly in the middle of the room in her tiny pale yellow thong and high heeled sandals. Missy heard a drawer slam somewhere in another room and the strange lady returned.

"Well, we won't be needing that for a while." 

And then Alexandra proceeded to professionally measure the naked Missy thoroughly, every kind of measurement possible. The process took about 30 minutes, and when they were done Alexandra brought out a book and showed Missy the choices of fabric, the different colors and patterns of each. Missy didn't need much time, though, because she had already decided on the color. Bill's favorite was purple, and at home he had shown her nice purple ones on the internet. She went right to that page and found a similar color, a deep rich purple with a light floral design in deep blues and greens.

"That one!" and it was decided. They were done. 

Alexandra has been watching the lovely Missy carefully as she had measured her body, poking and prodding and adjusting the tape measure, putting Missy into various positions. At the beginning she had addressed Missy only with short questions requiring a yes answer. She noticed that Missy sometimes would go into another place, her eyes closed, and respond like an automaton to Alexandra's curt instructions with yes, yes, yes. The girl was remarkably obedient, never questioning any command. So different from her normal American clients, picky and bossy and a royal pain in the rear. This Thai girl was quiet and shy and well-mannered. Soon after beginning the session Alexandra decided to see what might happen. She continued with her instructions, then interjected: 

"Turn this way now, child."

"Yes." 

Then, "When you address me you will say 'yes ma'am.' Do you understand, child?"

"Yes sir ... I mean ... Yes Ma'am."

"Good girl." And from then on Missy addressed her formally. And Alexandra became very nice during the rest of the fitting, using her tired but tried-and-true jokes and each stage, getting Missy to giggle several times. And a naked, giggling Missy was a charming sight to behold! They bonded as a result, and Alexandra told her all about corsets as she worked. Missy got the idea that this would not be like the Victoria's Secret versions, but she stayed quiet and listened as the older woman lectured her.   

And as she looked now at the girl sitting next to her on the deep red settee, Alexandra knew she wanted her. She would try, anyway. The little slut might need some discipline, she thought as a hard edge came into her mind. And she could tell from the brief time Bill was here that he controlled her and that Missy was most likely his personal fuck toy. Look at the age difference, and the way she dressed! 

Alexandra stood up abruptly and looked down at the beautiful girl, who was still naked except for thong and heels. 

"We have one more part of this session, Missy, and you must have your eyes closed." 

Missy was surprised, but before she could respond Alexandra went on: 

"Here, feel how soft this is, feel it ... " and Missy felt a piece of smooth silk on her face and neck, softly moving over it and caressing it. 

Alexandra whispered "Close your eyes now, little girlie," and as she did Missy wasn't sure what was coming next. She had been lulled into a "Yes Ma'am" mode for over an hour. The corset expert had proved to be very professional so far, and very good at what she did. Missy had been comfortable with following her instructions, she had laughed and giggled and now felt comfortable with the other woman. 

"Does that feel good, child?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Missy's eyes were closed sand she felt kind of sleepy. She began to drift. 

"Here, let's put this over your eyes," and Alexandra tied on the blindfold. She smiled to herself – this was a real subbie, a man's submissive toy, and she had her in her control, naked and blindfolded. And she seemed to be completely innocent of what was going on! And she was right – Missy was unaware, drifting again ... 

"Okay now, little one, I am going to show you my corset. Do you want to feel it?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

And with that Alexandra hitched up her huge skirt until it was all the way up to her waist, undid a few hidden fasteners and the skirt came completely off! Underneath she had a little petticoat and short high jacket. She took off the jacket, revealing her tight corset, and looked down at the girl sitting so primly on the settee, the hair, knees together, a soft silk blindfold over her eyes, the tiny thong, the high heels. 

"Okay Missy, you can feel it now. It is important that you use your tactile sense to feel my corset, that's why we are doing it this way. Feel how tight it is, feel the materials and construction. Feel how it hugs my body. Here, let me help you ... " and she took Missy's hands and placed them on her tummy. 

As Missy touched the older woman, reality suddenly came crashing back in. Startled and now wide awake, she thought with a sense of panic: What was she doing? How did she get here? All of a sudden little Missy realized the situation she was in. She was sitting naked on a couch in front of a tall, stern older lady, blindfolded, reaching up to touch her body!! Get out now! Stop! Leave! 

Missy didn't know what was going to happen, having barely ever thought about lesbian sex, but she knew in that moment, this was some kind of sexual situation. And she was committed to Bill! So why wasn't she tearing off the blindfold and running out? 

For one thing, she didn't have any clothes. Alexandra had put her yellow dress in a drawer in the other room and Missy didn't know where it was. For another, Alexandra was much bigger than she was – how far would she get? Besides, she reflected, she basically felt comfortable here. It was an adventure, going out in a strange country for the first time, and Alexandra was really the only person she had met. She seemed stern sometimes, but underneath Missy had a sense that she was just lonely. Living in the past, in a strange old-fashioned apartment, wearing strict old-fashioned clothes, so formal ... it was all new and interesting to her. Finally, Missy didn't want to disappoint Bill by making a scene and ruining it all. No, better to just go along and trust that things would work out. Slowly she began to move her hands. 

Alexandra had been watching the girl carefully and noticed her long hesitation, and knew a battle was being fought in the girl's head. When Missy began to move her hands, Alexandra knew that an important line had been crossed. Now to keep her in that mood, to draw her in more fully!

"That's right child. Stroke the corset, feel it, squeeze it, caress it, honor it. Soon you will be wearing one, so you'd better get used to it. That's right, feel every inch, child." 

The woman's voice was soft and soothing. 

Missy was sitting on the low settee as the older woman stood above her. She really had to reach up to touch the top of the corset, stretching her naked body up and forward. What a sight! 

"Now my hips, do you feel the lower part of the corset on my hips?" And Missy caressed the hips. 

"Do you like my hips?" 

"Yes Ma'am, they are nice and soft."   

"You have done a good job of feeling, child. That is important. It is one of the things I will instruct you to do that feels good. 

"Now then, you know that the job of the corset if to make the waist slim, thereby accentuating the hips and breasts. Do you want to see how that works?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said Missy uncertainly. She didn't know what that meant. 

"Okay, child, I will show you. You will simply feel the areas above and below the corset, then you'll be able to understand the contrast. Start right where you are, feel my hips and feel lower."

Missy was getting the idea and knew what to do. She stoked and caressed the older woman's body, her waist, her hips and thighs, she even went to the rear and caressed the protruding ass. Missy became lost in the feeling of abandon, of softness and tenderness. Alexandra did not stop her, so her hands continued to roam freely. Missy had never felt another woman's body like this – so soft, so different from a man! It was a fascinating experience! 

"Okay child, let's check the area above the corset, shall we? It is too high for you to reach, so let's get in a better position. You slip down to the floor and I'll sit where you are. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Ma'am," said Missy, slipping down to the floor on her knees as she had so many times before. But never with a woman! Why did she not feel more confused? For some reason Missy was not feeling much conflict here. 

Alexandra took a long look at the kneeling girl in her thong and blindfold, with her long hair and high heels, before taking off her petticoat, revealing stockings and a garter belt (but no panties), mounted on a pair of long sleek legs encased in very high-heeled gray leather boots. Missy heard clothes rustling and simply waited patiently. She did not know that the lace top and demi-bra had also come off, and the older woman now sat above her topless. 

"Okay child, now let's continue. I will bring your hands up to my breasts and you will feel them." 

And with that Alexandra took Missy's hands and laid them on her bare breasts. Missy was surprised but automatically began stroking the soft flesh, caressing, stroking. She found the nipples and squeezed them lightly. This felt very sexy and very nice, so different from the insistent dominance and overbearing strength of the men she had known. And these breasts were large, much larger than hers. This was easier and almost nicer in a way ... 

"Kiss them, child," said the older lady, stroking Missy's hair and guiding her head. Missy scooted forward on her knees until she was right up against the chair, squarely between Alexandra's wide open legs, and she moistened her mouth and leaned forward as Alexandra directed her to her breasts. 

"Suck."

And Missy's mind flashed back to Bill at the front door of the apartment that first night. "You have already heard my first and most important command, 'Suck.' And you did very well with it." 

Missy began to realize that at least when it came to sucking, women were not so much different from men in their desires. She opened her pretty mouth and sucked on Alexandra's nipple. After a while the dominant older woman gently moved Missy's head to the other nipple, and the young girl continued to suck. 

"Child, there will be some rules around here. You already know the first rule, which is to follow my instructions. You have done very well so far. The second rule is "Don't Stop!" If you are doing something like you are now, sucking on my nipple, you are not allowed to stop until I say, or until I move you to a new position. Do you understand?"

Missy trusted that they were still on the topic of introductory corset training and were simply experimenting with what was above and below it. There was a sexual element that she didn't quite understand, but it felt good and there was no harm being done. 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

As Missy continued to suck, Alexandra looked down at her, caressing her head. This girl was a natural. She had felt the familiar hard urge to dominate her roughly a few minutes ago, but realized (as Bill had) that a soft treatment at the beginning might pay dividends later. 

Alexandra knew about the psychology of subspace, though she had never had the chance to experiment with it. In a way it was like hypnosis, and this young girl was particularly susceptible to it. She would use that.

"Now feel my corset and waist again, child." 

Missy did as she was told as the instructions kept coming. 

"Come closer and hug me, dear." And Missy pressed herself against the older woman as she scooted forward. Her head was buried in Alexandra's bosom and her arms were holding her waist tight. This felt so good! Why did it feel so right somehow? 

"Squeeze my ass!" "Feel my legs!" "Caress my thighs!" 

Missy did as she was told, completely in a fog now.

"Feel my soft pussy!" "Stroke it!" "Put your finger inside!" "Drive it in and out!" 

Missy barely noticed the line they had crossed. It all seemed to connect, whether it was the tall woman's ass or tits or pussy, or just her waist and skin. It was all part of the same fabric, and the sexy young girl stayed there on her knees for a long time, sucking on a nipple and fingering a cunt. 

The time had almost arrived for Bill to return, but Alexandra wanted to do one last thing to cement the relationship. 

"Do you feel comfortable with me, child?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Do you want to see me again?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"I think you are a charming little girl, Missy. You have a talented mouth. Do you enjoy sucking like this?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Do you like kissing too?"

"Oh Yes, Ma'am!"

The older woman took the young girl by the chin, removed her mouth from the nipple and held it towards her face. Missy came up, neck stretching. 

"Good girl, I like kissing too. Now before you go, put a hand back behind you. Leave the other one in my cunt. Drive it in there! "

As she did so, Missy was again struck by the fact that this strange woman was in some ways like Bill, ordering her around and telling her the same kinds of things Bill did. But she was softer and gentler. With her hand back, somehow it was no surprise to feel Alexandra's firm hand slide down to the front of the young girl's pretty neck, grasping it gently.

"Open your mouth now and moisten it." Missy did as she was told, stretching and thrusting her upper body, and suddenly there was a mouth on hers and a tongue driving insistently into her mouth! 




Adventures of Missy Ch. 06



The tongue darted and played, it attacked and retreated, but mostly it drove in and out between her lips like a little cock. 

"Suck!" And again Missy thought of Bill: 

"He thrust his tongue into her mouth and drove it in and out like a little cock, pausing only to whisper "Suck" before plunging his tongue back in. Missy sucked the tongue... " 

"You were made for this, child," Alexandra whispered softly before driving her tongue back in. She alternated between fucking the young mouth and softly whispering in Missy's ear. 

"Yes, you are very oral, little one ... you were made to give pleasure with your mouth and hands ... I think you know that, child ... You are used to men, dominant men like Bill ... Now you can see how nice it is to please another woman ... Do you like it so far?" And the tongue drove again between the lips, deeply and insistently.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!!!!!" 

Missy tried to reply with a "yes ma'am" but the tongue was too strong, plunging down her throat as far as it could go. She had no option but to continue sucking the tongue and fingering the cunt. 

And they stayed that way on the settee, in a kind of mellow dream, until finally they heard the doorbell. Both women dressed in a hurry, and as Alexandra went to the door to let Bill in, Missy went back to her little chair and sat. 

"Everything went quite well, Mr. Madison. Once I have a basic garment done I'd like Missy to come back for a final fitting before I finish it. Let's say one week from now?"

"We are taking a trip and won't be back for two weeks. Will that do?"

"Yes, Mr. Madison. Why don't you call me when you return?"

"That will be fine," said Bill, and he held out his hand, lifted Missy from her chair, took her by the arm and led her back to the waiting cab.

* * * 

The day arrived for the big trip to Thailand, and as before Bill handled everything and Missy followed along. When they arrived in Bangkok and settled into the hotel suite.

Bill called the clinic and made an appointment for the following morning. He did not want Missy to attract attention in public so he made her wear a long loose-fitting dress and flat shoes. Back in her homeland, with no sexy clothes, no makeup and no perfume (and no bra or panties!), Missy felt like a young village girl again and began to revert back to her Asian patterns of modesty and deference to men. 

They filled out forms at the clinic and were eventually seated in the doctor's office, where they waited a long time. Dr. Udon finally arrived, a short stocky man with boundless energy and confidence. He was in charge of his world at the clinic, and was very business-like.

"Okay, let's see what we have to work with. Take of your dress!" 

Missy was taken aback, but Bill secretly smiled. He had really never seen her interact with another man and wondered how she would do. He decided to keep quiet and watch the scene unfold. 

"But Doctor ... Sir ... you only need to see my breasts, right?" 

She was painfully aware of her lack of underclothes, and looked appealingly at Bill to take charge. Bill simply smiled and nodded his head.

"Missy, here in the clinic the doctor is in charge. I have researched him carefully, and Dr. Udon is the best. I think it is better for you to just go along with him and we'll get this done 

right. Okay, sweetie?"

Having no choice, Missy stood up self-consciously. As both men sat and looked at her, she slowly pulled the loose dress over her head and put it on the chair. Standing uncertainly before them, she noticed Bill looking pointedly at her shoes, and with a final twinge of reluctance she slipped them off. She had none of her normal accoutrements – no jewelry, no makeup or perfume, no blindfold, no corset, no nothing! And now, no clothes! She felt more like a little village girl than she had for many months. 

Both men continued to stare at the beautiful naked girl before the doctor finally broke the silence. 

"Good, let's begin. When we are done here we will go directly to the operating room. Have you decided how large you want them to be?"

Bill spoke up: "We looked on the web site and think #443 medium looks right. Do you have a picture here so we can be sure?" 

"Yes, of course," said the doctor, rummaging through his desk for a binder and opening it to the right page. 

"Is this what you mean?" Bill and Missy looked at the picture, which was identical to the one on the web site.

"Okay honey, this is your last chance. Is this what you want?"

"Yes Sir, if this is what you want." 

"Good, then its decided," said Dr. Udon, putting the binder away. He took out a consent form, filled in some blanks and said "Sign here," and Missy signed.

"And now I am going to have to ask you to wait outside in the waiting room, Mr. Madison, while I have a consultation with the patient." 

Bill left and the doctor looked again at the young girl with the long black hair, standing uncertainly in the middle of the room, naked with her eyes lowered modestly. He loved his job, and part of the reason was that every day he came into contact with many women and their beautiful breasts. But few were as beautiful or as shapely as little Missy. What a body! 

He came over to stand right in front of her, switched to Thai language and said to her sternly: 

"I am your doctor and if this is going to go smoothly, you must trust me. I am in charge here. I will not hurt you. We will get all the necessary pre-op information, then we will go into the operating room for the procedure, which takes about an hour. You will stay in the hospital overnight, and if things look good you will be allowed to go home in the morning. Do you understand?"

Missy automatically said: "Yes, Doctor." 

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Doctor. Bu ... but ... Sir ... will it hurt?" 

"No no, you will be under a general anaesthetic, unconscious, and will feel no pain whatsoever from the procedure. Your breasts will be sore for a week or so after, but not really painful. Are you sure you want to do this?" 

Missy didn't have to decide, she had already come to terms with it. 

"Yes, Doctor, I'm sure." 

"All right. I'll need to massage your breasts to make sure our materials are compatible with your physique." And with that the Doctor began massaging Missy's tits. She blushed uncontrollably, her face beet red, and was unable to make any kind of eye contact with him. A stranger was feeling her up! Head lowered, she vowed to remain still and follow doctor's orders. 

He massaged her tits for a long time, paying special attention to her nipples, which he squeezed rather hard, causing her moan softly. He grasped the full breasts and squeezed them hard too, and the moans became a series of small squeals. 

"Don't worry, you're doing fine. Now I need to get a sense of the rest of your body mass for comparison. Spread your legs and put your hands over your head."

Missy did as she was told, and the doctor began feeling her all over. Was this part of the normal examination? Missy wasn't sure, but it was easier to just go with the flow and trust the doctor. And secretly she was confused by the familiar wetness growing between her legs. She hoped he would not notice! 

As Dr. Udon stroked and felt her body, he saw that she was trembling in what could only be arousal. He knew she looked sexy, but maybe she actually was a hot little slut! He felt her tits again, then her ass, her long legs, her waist, her tummy, her chest and neck, her head (what beautiful hair!) She made no objection but stood as instructed, head lowered, breathing faster now. 

Dr. Udon had a choice to make, and he decided to go for it. Professional ethics required him to be correct with examination protocol, but his cock was painfully erect beneath his white doctor's jacket and he had a feeling that Missy would not object if he went further. There was only one way to see if she really was aroused, and he was going to try it. 

"You seem tense. I am going to turn off the lights so that you will be more comfortable," and he did. Returning to sit in his black leather desk chair in the darkened room, he said:

"Okay now, come over here," and Missy came to stand in front of him, again spreading her legs, her arms clasped on the top of her head. 

The doctor grabbed and squeezed her nipples hard, eliciting another gasp from the poor girl, then he began slapping them lightly.

"This is necessary to make sure your breasts have the right consistently to be compatible with our materials," the doctor said again as he began to methodically slap and spank her breasts. 

She was moaning softly but continually now, becoming lost in that hazy submissive place where her mind often went under Bill's handling. She barely noticed the hand descend down her tummy and into her nether region, or the finger that slowly drove into her pussy.

And yes, her pussy was sopping wet! The doctor knew now that he had a genuine slut on his hands, and without further ado he drove three fingers deep into her cunt. 

"OOOOHHHHHH!!!" she squealed."Doctor, what are you doing? Stop!!"

The Doctor had gone this far and wanted to see how much further he could go. Thrusting his fingers in and out, he let an edge creep into his voice and hissed in Thai:

"Little girl, your cunt was sopping wet before I even touched it. You are a turned-on slut, and we both know it. I am in charge here, we are alone, and I am about to operate on you. Now, are you going to fight me?" 

He continued to insinuate his three fingers deep into her cunt. 

Missy felt lost and powerless. She could not anger the doctor before the operation, and she could not deny her wet arousal. Why was her body betraying her?

"No Doctor, I will not fight you." 

As usual, Missy has no choice in the matter, but stood before the doctor's chair and felt herself becoming more and more turned on as he continued fingering her.

Dr. Udon could not believe his luck! He had massaged lots of breasts more than was necessary, but had never taken a patient this far. With one hand in her pussy and the other twisting her nipple cruelly, he watched as she began to squirm in his grasp, pumping her hips and thrusting her chest. He continued until she was moving her whole body in reaction to his manipulations, twisting and moaning. 

"Look at you," the Doctor hissed again. "You are just a slutty, lowly whore, aren't you?"

Oh God! Missy flashed back to the big man on the plane who had accosted her that day in the airport concourse: "You didn't stop me from feeling you up in the plane, did you? I had my finger right up in your cunt. Feel this big cock now, whore. That's all you are, a slutty, lowly whore." 

Missy didn't know what to do, and she began to feel an orgasm building inside of her. The doctor suddenly removed both hands from her body and she kept thrusting, above and below.

"Please... please doctor?" She was ashamed of herself and very humiliated, but she could not help herself. She whimpered and gyrated into the open air. 

"Please what, you little whore?" 

"I was close to cumming. I ... I want to cum. Please Doctor, let me cum ..."

"NO! You may or may not cum, but I certainly will," said the doctor as he finished taking down his pants. Before Missy knew what was happening she found herself turned around and bent over his big desk, face and tits smashed onto the various folders and papers on the desktop, her legs and ass open and available behind. And the doctor did not hesitate for a moment, driving his huge thick cock into her little cunt with a sudden powerful thrust.

"OOOOOHHHHHHWWWWEEEEEEEE!!"

Missy was dazed and amazed, but in no position to do anything. Through her confusion she still managed to assess the physical situation. The doctor's cock felt so big! It hurt as he began thrusting deeply into her, and she realized it was as long as Bill's rod, but also as thick and wide as her father's. She had never had a cock of this size in her before, and it felt like it would burst and break her.

"OOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH! OHH GGOOODDDD!!!" 

The Doctor reveled in the beautiful submissive girl under him, completely under his control, and fucked her hard. After a minute he slapped her pretty rounded ass and heard a fresh squeal. But was that pain or pleasure? He spanked her again, and again she squealed, but instead of pulling away, it seemed like she was thrusting her hips back at him even harder. He began spanking her as he continued to fuck her from behind. It didn't take long for him to shoot a gigantic load of hot cum into her pussy. Missy was so lost in strong feelings and emotions - so very turned on! that she came at the same time, gushing her girl fluids and mingling them with his hot seed. She knew it was wrong, and yet she felt so alive! 

He finally pulled out and collapsed in his chair, spent. Missy continued to lay across the desk, dazed, a bundle of confusion. But when she heard him say: "Clean me up, whore," she knew what to do. 

Turning around, she sank to her knees between his legs and began cleaning his cock with her pretty mouth. 'God, that feels good' thought the doctor after a while, starting to get hard again. He knew he was well overtime for this exam, and he knew Bill might start wondering what was taking so long, but he had this sexy girl between his legs and he was going to make the most of it. 

Missy noticed that she had him all cleaned up but he was showing no signs of stopping. Indeed, he was getting hard again and thrusting into her mouth! Oh NO, not more! She tried to pull away and get up, but Dr. Udon grabbed her head in his strong hands and pushed her back down on the cock. 

"Where do you think you are going, whore?" he growled. "My examination of you is not over yet. Now take it deeply!!"

And holding her firmly in place, he began to fuck her throat. Missy was a very good cock sucker by now, but she had never had to tame a cock of this gigantic size. It wouldn't fit down her throat, and even when she relaxed her gag reflex and took it into the deepest spot, she still could not get it all the way in. The doctor, seeing what was happening, lost control and gave his dominant nature full reign. 

"You will take it all the way in, bitch!!" he whispered and took her head in a vise-like grip. Letting her up to breathe for a few moments, he said: 

"Look out, slut, here it comes," and as she took a deep breath he proceeded to drive it as far as he could. Almost all the way down her throat went the huge cock! He knew she was trying to take it all but still couldn't. 

"She was a pain slut before, when I spanked her," thought the doctor, "maybe that will help now," and he pulled his cock out again suddenly and slapped her face twice. 

"OOOHHH!! OOOOOWWWWWWW!!!" Missy reacted in shock. 

"Take it in all the way, whore," said the doctor, slapping her face again and again. Then he drove his enormous rod, this time holding her head and pushing as hard as he could. The cock slipped past her gag point and, with strong force from the Doctor, finally lodged fully in her throat. Missy was choking, she couldn't breathe at all and her whole throat cavity felt uncomfortable full, but she had done it! Oddly, she felt a certain pride at that moment, knowing she was able to satisfy such a big cock. 

It did not take the doctor much longer to shoot a second time, which he did into poor Missy's open throat. This load of cum did not stay in her mouth for viewing before swallowing - no, he maintained his firm grip on her head and pumped his seed directly down the back of her throat and into her stomach. He held her there, squirming and thrashing beneath him. 

"Good little whore," he said as he finally let poor Missy up for air. As she coughed and gagged and tried to catch her breath the Doctor held her in place, stroking her beautiful long hair and slapping her cheek lightly, saying 

"Good little whore ... hot little swallowing bitch ... good slut..." 

Finally he released her, grabbing both of Missy's sore nipples for one last nasty pinch. He stood up, buckling his belt as Missy slipped to the floor, completely dazed. 

It had all happened so quickly that is was a blur, but the poor girl could feel her sore ass and face and throat and pussy, and knew she had been raped. Or had she? There was no denying the wetness ... no denying that she had experienced a very strong orgasm with the doctor. 

And now she had a decision to make: Should she tell Bill? It was just like on the plane before: She knew he would make a scene, and the police would be called in, the doctor might be arrested and she might even have to stay to testify at a trial. This was her wedding trip! Nothing could spoil the careful plans they had made. She knew she would stay quiet about this and try to forget it. No one would know. 

* * *

Bill was not wondering about the lengthy exam. The receptionist in the outer office was very pretty, probably 35 or so, and Bill struck up a conversation with her. She was called Nana and it looked like she had also been a patient at the clinic. Her tits were large and he could see the outline of her nipples clearly through the fabric of her blouse. She was recently divorced, he learned, and they both talked about the problems with dating when you got a bit older. She was friendly and easy to talk to, and when she asked about his wife and her procedure he was able to say honestly: 

"I'm not married." 

He didn't want to lie or make up a story, so he skirted the issue and began talking about something else. And then the Doctor emerged from the back office. 

"I had to do a complete exam, but you'll be glad to know that everything is compatible and we will be able to operate right away. The nurse will take Missy down to the OR and she will be prepared and anesthetized. Is there anything else we need to talk about?"

Bill had been thinking about the pictures in the binder and said: 

"I'd like to check that picture of #443 medium again and make sure it is the right one."

"No problem," said the doctor, and he led Bill back to the exam room and got out the binder. 

"Here we go, that's it, right?"

Bill had been hoping for this opportunity and he decided to give it a try. 

"No, now that I look again, this is the one we want, #445," and he pointed at the picture on the facing page. It was two sizes larger than the one Missy had seen and agreed to.

The doctor knew that something was fishy, but after dominating Missy so completely in just a few minutes, he was sure Bill was in complete control of her. If Bill wanted her with bigger tits, the doctor had no problem with that. But, maybe he could get something out of it. 

"Well ... I'm sorry, Mr. Madison, but Missy has already signed the consent form and gone down to the OR. She would have to initial any change on the form, and its too late." 

But he took a moment to look into Bill's eyes with a slight knowing smile. 

Getting the idea, Bill reached for his billfold. 

"Is there any way to make this work?" and he held out a $100 bill. 

"Well," said the doctor doubtfully, "I could let you initial the form for her, but really its not ... " and he paused as he saw another $100 bill appear.

"Then again, I want you to be happy with our work here, so in this case I think it will be okay," and he pocketed the $200 and got out the consent form, which Bill initialed next to Missy's name, using her initials. 

The operation went very well. Afterwards, Dr. Udon arranged for Missy to stay in a private room overnight and told Bill to come back at 9 the next morning. Whistling a happy tune, Bill walked back to the hotel. If her tits came out larger, like the #445 in the picture, he was sure it was the best $200 he had ever spent. 

Missy was groggy after the operation, but she had a chance to look down at her chest. There were bandages wrapped around her and she knew it would be some days before she would be able to see her new tits. After the bandages came off there was a special support bra she had to wear for a week. She ate the light dinner the hospital offered and faded off into sleep again. 




Adventures of Missy Ch. 06



Early in the morning the doctor reappeared. He had specially arranged for this room in a seldom-used floor of the hospital, and he had told the duty nurse that he would be examining the patient and did not wish to be disturbed. He wanted Missy again, and he would have her, simple as that. He began by mounting her mouth on the bed and driving deeply until he came in her mouth. Then he pulled her off the bed and put her on her hands and knees on the floor. His rod had barely softened and it needed no prompting when he saw the beauty of the sexy young girl, who had automatically put her shoulders and head down on the floor and arched her back. He drove his cock into her already wet pussy and spanked her hard as he fucked her senseless, cumming again in her sweet little pussy, leaving her a crumpled mess on the floor. 

Before departing he reached down and grabbed her chin: "You're nothing but a cheap whore." 

And then Dr. Udon slapped her twice, turned and disappeared out the door. 

Missy lay on the floor, disoriented. She was so groggy she could barely remember what happened, though she knew the doctor has been back and she had been fucked again. But she didn't have the will to fight him, so she had remained on the bed, feigning sleep or unconsciousness, as he had his way with her mouth. What could she have done? Then she remembered being put into position on the floor, being hot and wet, and then it seemed like she passed out again.

The duty nurse entered the room and looked at the girl in disarray."What are you doing on the floor, sweetheart? We have to get you dressed and ready to go; your fiancé will be here in ten minutes!" 

It didn't take long to put on the loose dress and flat shoes, though it felt funny to have the large bandages on her chest. Missy moved awkwardly, her mouth and pussy and face and ass sore again, and already she could feel some soreness in her chest as she turned from side to side. She felt very dizzy, so the nurse called for a wheelchair and rolled her down to the front reception area to meet Bill.

Bill, meanwhile, has come to the hospital early and stopped by the waiting room from yesterday. Pretty receptionist Nana was there again, sitting at her station, and she smiled brightly at him as he entered. 

"I just wanted to say hello," said Bill, looking down at her. "I'll be in Bangkok for two weeks and I wonder if I might call you?" 

"I'd like that," said Nana, and as she reached for her pen and began writing her phone number, Bill again noticed the large breasts and prominent nipples showing through her thin blouse. 

"There you go. I work regular business hours but we close here at 4 and I'm usually home by 4:30."

Bill stood at his full height and looked down at her, capturing her with his dark eyes. She cringed a little but did not look away. Why not get some ground rules established early?, Bill thought. If she didn't like it and said goodbye, he hadn't lost anything by trying. 

"Listen carefully, Nana-girl. I will call you when I can. You will go home every day immediately after work and wait for my call. Do you understand?" He held her gaze and tried to exert his power over her. 

"Yes, Sir." 

Nana caught herself – what had she just said? Yes, Sir? Here was a man she hardly knew, and yet the words had come out of her mouth quite naturally. She looked away, flustered and embarrassed, blushing a deep crimson. 

Bill, knowing he had won, simply said: 

"Good bye for now, little sex girl," and headed for the reception area, pocketing the paper with Nana's phone number as he went to pick up Missy. 

Bill had handled everything, so when he saw Missy with the nurse he simply took over the wheelchair and rolled her to the car. He helped her up and into the car, and helped her into the hotel room, being very solicitous and gentlemanly. And he took care of her for two days while she healed. 

On the third day they went back to the clinic to have the bandages removed. Missy, again in her loose dress and flat shoes, was relieved to find that the doctor was not there, and the simple bandage removal procedure was handled by a competent nurse. Bill looked on as the bandages were removed, revealing the nice full #445 size breasts he had "ordered." They were perfect!! On Missy's petite frame they looked a little bit large but not too much, and he knew that when they went out and she was in loose clothes, she would look normal. When she wore here sexy short tight dresses and tops, however, she would look like a total sex pot. And everyone who saw them together would know that Bill had a trophy, a young Asian girl who was not only beautiful, but 

totally sexy. He could not be more pleased. 

The nurse was instructing Missy about what to do. The breasts were somewhat harder than the natural soft flesh, and she would be required to massage them every day for at least 20 minutes. If she did that faithfully for six months, they would become as soft as her original flesh, but she must do it every day no matter what. 

They seemed larger than the picture, but Missy said nothing as she felt her nipples. 

"Ma'am, did you do anything to the nipples? They seem much more sensitive!"

"That is a normal reaction. Many women feel more sensitivity in that area, and usually it goes away and you are back to normal in a few weeks. But a few women have reported that their nipples stayed more sensitive – lucky them!" 

And the nurse, a stocky older woman, chuckled knowingly. 

Missy had prepared herself for this during the last two days, but it was still a shock to see herself with her larger tits. She didn't know how to feel, but Bill came over and said 

"Honey, they are perfect! They are just right! I love you, sweetie," and Missy felt better. 

After all, she had mainly done it for Bill, so it was important that he be pleased. The big smile on his face dispelled the uneasiness she felt as she looked again to see they were bigger than she had anticipated. Well, there was nothing she could do about it now. 

The nurse was putting on the special support bra she was to wear for the next two weeks. 

"And if for some reason you don't wear it, honey, make sure to at least wear something with support underneath. Your muscles must get used to holding up the added weight so they don't begin to sag. Right now they are fine, so either wear this bra, or something with underwire support. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am" Missy said automatically. She reflected that everyone in her life seemed to like ordering her around! 

They were just walking out the door when the Dr. Udon bustled in. 

"Just got out of surgery and came to see how things turned out. How do you feel, Missy?"

"Fine, Doctor."

Nodding at Bill and the nurse, the doctor said: 

"If you will leave us for a few minutes, I'll do a quick examination to make sure. You can wait in the hallway." 

Missy's heart sank – she knew what that meant the last time – a sore ass, mouth, tits and pussy. But he wouldn't dare do it again – would he? 

She felt very uncomfortable alone with the doctor, and resolved to be firm and refuse him. But as soon as the doctor closed the door, he strode over to her and immediately slapped her! 

"I won't have any trouble with you today, will I? We both know a secret, don't we? You're a little slut. You let me fuck you. And you wouldn't want your rich American to know about that, would you?" 

And he slapped her again! 

Missy was shocked, flustered, and in pain. She didn't know what to do. 

"WELL?"

Missy looked down, unable to make eye contact, and finally said: "N ... n ... no Sir, Doctor Sir ... I don't w ... w ... want him t ... t ... to know..."

He went over to his chair and said 

"Get over here," and when Missy was in front of him he said 

"Now the dress!" Almost in a trance, Missy lifted the loose one piece garment over her head, disentangled her long hair, and looked down sheepishly. 

"Get that bra off right now! Hurry!" And Missy did as she was told. She soon found herself in a familiar position, naked and on her knees before the doctor with a throat full of cock. The doctor took both of her sensitive nipples in his hands and squeezed them hard. 

"OOOOHHHHHH. OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!" 

This was even sexier than before, thought Dr. Udon. It was delicious knowing that Mr. Madison was just outside in the hallway while he dominated the little Thai girl with the big tits. And the doctor gave those tits a thorough going-over, "breaking them in" as he told the kneeling girl. 

"Whenever anyone touches your tits for the rest of your life, I want you to remember this! This pleasure and this PAIN!" 

And he pinched her poor nipples even harder. It really hurt!! But Missy's squeals and screams were muffled by the large cock driving into her throat. And why, oh why was she getting wet again? 

"MMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFF!!!!!!!"

And so the doctor had one last cum in poor Missy's mouth, a huge load she could barely take in. But one thing Missy was good at was sucking cock and swallowing cum, and although she choked and coughed and gagged, she managed to get it all down. She didn't like it, and as she swallowed the last of it she flashed back to her father's first cum: "The taste was bitter and sour." 

The doctor emerged from the room alone and said briskly to Bill: 

"Well, they are just right. I hope you are pleased with the ... 'size'?"

"Oh yes, Dr. Udon, they are just what I wanted. Thank you again."

Meanwhile Missy had her bra and dress back on and was trying to collect herself. Her mouth and throat were sore, but Bill would not notice that. She was dazed and confused again: Although she was sure she had just been raped, there was something about the doctor's huge cock and dominant style that made her wet. Tasting his residue in her mouth, a small surge of wetness spurted again in her little pussy. Missy!!



Adventures of Missy Ch. 07



Bill and Missy spent a few more days in the hotel suite getting ready for the wedding, which was scheduled for Saturday. There were not many guests coming; her father, a few friends from college days, but for the most part Missy had not gone out very much during her marriage and didn't have a circle of friends. Still, it was exciting for the young girl and she fussed over her traditional Thai dress and tried different ways to put her hair up.

Missy's father came into Bangkok the day before the wedding. Since they had a big suite, Bill had offered for him to stay in the spare bedroom and he had agreed. They did not consult Missy, who would have cringed at the thought. She remembered every detail of her last night with her father and didn't want to repeat that! But at least this time Bill would be here so everything would be fine. 

It was Friday night, and with her father safely in bed in the spare bedroom, Missy and Bill retired for the night. They had a big day ahead, and Bill wanted to make sure everything went fine for his little girl on her special day. Missy was tired but excited, and as Bill snored lightly she thought through everything again one last time. Had she forgotten anything? Her mind was racing and sleep would not come. She decided to get a glass of water and padded out to the suite's little kitchenette.

Missy's father also tossed and turned in the fancy hotel bed. Although strict and traditional, he was also a humble and modest man who had lived his entire life in his village. He had never been out of Thailand, and had seldom been as far as Bangkok. At age 47 he had worked hard, raised a daughter and lost a wife, who died much too young. He had looked around the village at available women in his age group and there were almost none, and he did not have the social skills to attract and keep a woman. Since his wife died and Missy left the home he had lived in squalor, the house a mess, dishes undone in the sink, dirty clothes everywhere. And his sex drive remained high, but he had not been with a woman for a long, long time – indeed, it had been since that brief few hours with Missy before she left for America. Before that, nothing since his wife. 

Lying in the fancy bed that seemed much too comfortable, he heard a noise. Was there a prowler? His village instincts told him to investigate, and he cracked the door open just a little, enough to see his daughter in her short nightgown, drinking water at the sink of the kitchenette. How pretty she looked! And he knew this might be his last chance for a long time. He silently approached her from behind, suddenly grasped her by her shoulders and whispered in her ear: 

"Hello, daughter."

"OH NO!!!" thought poor Missy ... but what could she do? Her father held her shoulders firmly from behind and marched her into his bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

"Are you still my daughter?"

"Yes father."

"You always will be. You are not married yet, so you will still obey me tonight. I am not pleased with your decision to stay in America. Who will do the chores? Who will satisfy my urges?"

Missy did not know what to say so she remained silent, standing in her bare feet and nightie, looking down submissively. How easy it was to revert back to the patterns of her youth! She loved her father as a good daughter should, but she was also very afraid of him! And she knew from long experience that she would be spanked hard. Memories of the last time crowded into her consciousness. 

Spreading his legs and pulling himself up to his full height, he commanded little Missy to 

"Take off your clothes!" "Bring a pillow!" 

Bill had trained her well, and it was second nature for her to obey his orders, kneeling gracefully, looking at him as she did, putting her hands back, thrusting her tits, closing her eyes and licking her lips. Her father was surprised at this wanton sexiness but did not show it. He also took off his shorts, revealing the huge rod underneath his pants, and began lightly slapping Missy's face with it. 

Missy was a bundle of confusion. All the old feelings resurfaced; remembering the wetness she felt last time this happened – could it be that it was only 5 ½ months ago? She knew how to suck, but when it was her own father it seemed so different, with a strong sense that it was wrong, immoral, depraved. That dark feeling combined with the hidden sense of sexual arousal to make a confusing but strong emotion. As she knelt with her eyes closed she began to drift off ... her father spanking her ... her father raping her mouth ... her father ... 

Her father had also been thinking about what to do with his daughter in the time they had. Tomorrow morning she would be marrying Bill, then flying off on a Las Vegas honeymoon. He might not see her again for a long time, and she was the only real family he had. 

Life had not treated Missy's father well: born dirt poor in a small Thai village, nothing but hard work all his life, very little money. This had created a kind of dull, smoldering anger and resentment that was always under the surface, and he could only find relief in his few evening hours at home. So he had dominated his wife completely and also developed a strong urge to spank his young daughter, which he did for many years as she grew up. Now his wife had died young and his daughter was leaving. He didn't have many options other than returning to the village for a lonely existence. 

He looked at his daughter below him and his frustration and yearning for release overtook him, welling up and making his cock rock hard and aggressive. He suddenly grabbed the back of Missy's head roughly and pulled her onto his huge throbbing rod, at the same time thrusting forward until he was fully embedded in her throat. 

Missy had been in her own little world and was taken completely by surprise. She recoiled back at her father's onslaught, gagging: 

"OOOOOMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

"GGGUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" 

He held her there and simply enjoyed the sensation of full domination of at least one thing in his life. Missy began to squirm, and before long she was thrashing uncontrollably beneath him, throat filled to the very back with a huge cock, unable to breathe. 

"MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Finally he pulled his rod free of her mouth, standing above and watching as she choked and coughed and tried to get her breath. He leaned down and slapped her. 

"Now, daughter, you will obey me!"

And he began methodically fucking her mouth. 

Missy had recovered enough and gotten a good breath, so she was more able to handle her father's enormous cock. She took it in the throat again and again as he fucked her roughly. "So different from Bill!" she thought. Her father had just a singe drive and motivation and action, a pure hard mouth-fucking, and within a minute he erupted into her throat. Holding her pretty head firmly in place, Missy's father fed his daughter an enormous load of cum. She choked, she swallowed, she coughed and swallowed some more. It took Missy three mouthfuls to swallow all of her father's seed, and as before the taste was foul and unpleasant. But she knew better than to object and simply knelt back on her heels and tried to smile. 

She felt like a little village girl again and expected to be spanked and sent to bed. 

Her father had other ideas. He did take her over his knee and spank her, looking at the clock. It was 1:30 a.m. And he took her to his bed and kept her there for four more hours. In that time, Missy's father came three more times, keeping the poor girl sucking and fucking hour after hour. He wanted her mouth to be active, and the entire time she was either kissing, sucking, licking or swallowing something. And yes, he did fuck her pussy, and yes, he did fuck her in her tight little ass. Boy did that hurt!! 

He also spanked and slapped her repeatedly. It was abusive sex, rough and domineering. Missy's father did everything his could think of doing to a woman. At one point he made her stick her tongue into his asshole, something he had thought of but never expected to experience. H e fucked her forwards and backwards, front and back, sideways, standing, on a chair, on the floor, her leaning forward on a table while he fucked her from behind. 

Missy had long since drifted into her own world of subspace. She had been experiencing it regularly with Bill, and she had experienced it with Alexandra at the end of the corset fitting session. As she drifted she became the elemental woman again, there for the taking, purely sexual and submissive, and she only needed to focus on the cock and the man and His desires. She didn't have to worry about anything else or make any decisions. It was so liberating in its own way! 

But of course she knew she was being fucked, hard and long, in every hole and all over the room. Bill had never fucked her ass, indeed she had not even thought about that activity before. She was shocked when her father spit there a few times and inserted fingers. As he drove them in and out she felt strange and uncomfortable, but she was not prepared when he simply turned her over, got her in position on her hands and knees, and thrust in. It was hard to get his huge rod into her ass at first, and Missy was trashing and crying in pain and dismay, but he didn't care about her pain. He simply kept thrusting until he was comfortably deep into her little ass. 

For poor Missy her anal virginity was gone before she even knew it. And her father, on his third orgasm at the time, had a lot of staying power, driving in again and again until Missy's ass was reed and sore and burning with pain. Finally he came with a huge thrust all the way in and collapsed on her back, forcing the little girl to collapse on her stomach below him. With his cock fully up her ass, having another great orgasm, Missy's father felt fully dominant, fully male. When he collapsed on her he knew he would be crushing her petite body.

And poor Missy was getting flattened!! Se was completely below as her father's larger body laid on her, pinning her to the bed. Her new bigger tits, barely touched so far, hurt as they were crushed into the bed. She could barely breathe! Her father, sexually spent, drifted into a light nap for 20 minutes while the little girl struggled to breath below him.

5:30 a.m. was the cut off time Missy's father had decided on. She would be able to sneak back into Bill's bed, and if he woke up she would say she just went to get a drink. At about 5:00 he came in her mouth one last time after fucking her pussy for a long time in missionary position. He then took her throat as she lay on her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed. He had never been deeper, at one point literally mouth fucking her deep-throat, just like a pussy. In that position she was able to open her throat fully. 

He shot most of his hot seed deep in her throat, then took his huge cock out of her mouth for the last few spurts, squirting on her face and smearing it all over her skin with his fingers. Looking down on her, he took her chin into his hand and said softly but firmly:

"Good daughter. Good little girl. From now on, when we see each other it will be like this."

"Yes, Sir," Missy said automatically. 

"Thank me, daughter!"

"Thank you, father."

"Now go to your room!!" 

With that she hurriedly put on her nightie and slipped back into Bill's bed across the hall. He continued to snore heavily as she lay on her back, unable to sleep even though it was almost time to get up. This was her Wedding Day, she thought, and here she was with her father's cum in her pussy, in her ass, in her stomach, the taste in her mouth, cum smeared all over her face. Her throat was so sore she could hardly make a sound, and her poor ass was a bright shade of red with dark purple marking the deeper bruises. Her pussy was also sore, but worst was her asshole, which he had fucked so relentlessly with his huge dick. She had barely been able to take it in, and she wondered if he had broken something back there. Her ass felt like it had been ripped open, and then the pieces pushed back together. Her lips were chapped and dry and her jaw was aching. Her submissive subspace was long gone, that pleasant world replaced by a reality of weariness and soreness. She was just drifting off to sleep when she felt a cock at her lips. 

Bill!! 

Bill had decided to give Missy her special day and let it be as easy and fun and satisfying as he could make it for her. So to start it he simply mounted her mouth and pumped his dick slowly and easily as she lay there half-asleep, under her covers with her eyes closed.

"Yes, sweetie, this is our wedding day. I will feed you your early breakfast then, as we planned, I will leave for the day, and see you at the church in the ceremony, not before. You will have all the time you need to get ready during the day."

And with that Bill ever so easily and naturally came in Missy's mouth, and as usual she kept it in her mouth, made a big show of the load to Bill before sexily swallowing it down, looking at him the whole time as she lay beneath him. 

"Make my breakfast, honey," said Bill and Missy did, in the little hotel suite kitchen, simple cereal and fruit, toast and tea. 

He talked to her and treated her very nicely at breakfast, hugged her and kissed her tenderly as he left for the day. 

"They say its unlucky for a groom to see the bride on her wedding day except in the ceremony. So let's imagine I was not here."

"Yes, Sir." 

And Bill left. Missy had two friends from college coming at 10 to help her with the dress. So she washed her hair and did her toilette, and after her friends came she put on the dress, which took over an hour to get right. Her larger tits stuck out and they actually had to get needle and scissors and adjust two seams to make the fit work. It was a beautiful silk dress but very intricate, with various undergarments that had to be wrapped in just the right way. Finally it was done. She checked her hair, perfume, lipstick for the 10th time. All had to be perfect for Bill! 

And the ceremony was a success. It followed the traditional wedding format and words from the Thai church, very touching and emotional for them both. Missy looked radiant in her traditional dress, Bill resplendent in his white linen trousers, white buck shoes and handsome traditional Thai jacket in a rich purple. It was a perfect match for her colors of lilac and light blue. Bill had bought Missy's father a fine suit as a surprise present and he was well-behaved. In fact, Missy couldn't help but notice him talking afterwards to one of her college friends. He was a handsome man with a strong build and looked good in his suit, and she seemed interested.

Bill was as attentive as he could be, participating fully in the ceremony, then escorting Missy through the small reception party they had after in the church hall. Great food, a little dance band, and a husband! A real official American husband! Bill was the perfect gentleman, and Missy got her wish and more than she had hoped for. A special wedding day to remember the rest of her life. And it was all recorded by the photographer Bill had hired, who took lots of pictures and promised to mail the proofs to the New York address. 

As they got in the limousine for the ride to the airport, Missy was as happy as she'd ever been, clutching her beautiful wedding flowers, a bit tipsy from the champagne. But still Bill stayed the gentleman, guided her as usual through all the airport routine, into their seats for the flight to LA, and they had an uneventful overnight flight across the Pacific. They chatted and kissed and smiled as lovers do, and after a tasty business class dinner they both fell into a deep and long sleep, holding hands as the darkened plane crossed the vast expanse of ocean. 

The next step was the American wedding in Las Vegas, but before that Bill had planned a few days in New York, primarily to get Missy's corset. That was part of his vision for Missy as his Vegas bride. So after a day of rest, Missy got ready for another trip to Alexandra, the corset maker. 

Getting ready was easy of course – how hard was it to put on heels, a thong and a skimpy sun dress? Bill had bought Missy four outfits for going out, and in addition to her yellow dress she had matching dresses in a light purple lilac, black and white. Today he chose the lilac for her, and she had matching light purple 4" espadrilles and a little matching purse that held her lipstick. Her hair was continuing to grow (Bill still did not allow her to get it cut) and it came down well past her breasts. With her larger tits Missy looked stunningly sexy in her innocent way, and both the receptionist and doorman noticed Bill, the older man dressed as usual in a fine business suit, as he emerged with his little girl. To most people they looked like a father and daughter, or perhaps a businessman with his favorite niece.



Adventures of Missy Ch. 08



Tony the doorman brightened and said 

"Good morning, Mr. Madison! And this is Missy, right? Good morning to you!" 

And he called them a cab and held the door for Missy as she got in. He obviously could not ogle and embarrass her as he had before, but she was so sexy! He knew she had not objected or told anyone about their last encounter, and although he was not the sharpest knife in the rack, he thought she was a little slut underneath, and he could not resist the temptation and put a hand under her short dress and gave her ass a good hard squeeze as she got into the taxi. 

"EEEEEEKKKKK!!" Missy squealed in surprise. 

Bill, just getting in on his side, heard her and said:

"Are you all right, little one?" 

"Y – y – Yesss - yes Sir, I'm fine." 

Why, oh why didn't she tell Bill what had just happened? She didn't like Tony and she didn't like being squeezed and groped like that, but something in her preferred to just go along. She was okay, no harm done, and she really did not want to make a scene right here on the street, in front of all these New Yorkers. Maybe she would tell him later. Meanwhile Tony had developed such a huge erection he took a break from work and went to the men's room, where he locked himself into a stall and masturbated furiously, thinking about how great it would be to fuck little Missy and how he might be able to accomplish that. There was a little store room off the lobby, but he had no idea how he would ever get Missy there. 

Missy tried to put Tony out of her mind. She was both excited and nervous about seeing Alexandra again. On the one hand what had happened before was wrong, and now as a married lady committed to her new husband she knew she should not let anyone else touch her. But in a strange way she liked the imperious Alexandra, so tall and regal, so formal, so strange and distant, so sensuous yet so lonely. She knew Alexandra was sexually attracted, and she knew what had happened last time, and she knew that it had felt right somehow. But she was married now, and resolved to avoid close contact. Maybe Bill would stay this time, and everything would be all right. She hoped Bill would stay. 

When they arrived Bill talked to Alexandra for a few minutes and took care of the bill. He announced that he had important work to do and would not be home until late that evening. He gave Missy a $20 bill and an apartment key.

"When you are done, little one, Alexandra will call a taxi for you and this will cover the charge to drive you home. Don't worry about figuring out the right tip, just give him the $20 bill and you'll be fine. Then go up to the apartment, use the key to get in and wait for me."

"But Sir, can't you stay? It shouldn't take too long, and I would feel better if you stayed. Please Sir?" 

Missy, sitting on the small stool in the living room as before, looked up at him pleadingly through her big eyes. 

"Please Sir? I am more comfortable with you here. Please?"

"I have work to do, Missy, and won't be home until late tonight," Bill said sternly. 

He bent over and whispered in her ear: "Now obey my wishes, slut. Do as I say or you will be spanked. Actually, for what you have just said you will be spanked anyway when I get home, and it will hurt!"

"Yes, Sir," Missy murmured in a defeated voice and watched as Bill left. She didn't know if she had the strength to resist Alexandra if she decided to take things further.

After she saw Bill out, Alexandra came into the room and stood looking down at the pretty Missy, sitting on the low stool with her knees tightly together. Although she had not heard the whole exchange, she knew Missy was reluctant and Bill had made it clear just how things would be. It reinforced her opinion that Missy was Bill's little fuck toy, his sex slave. It seemed pretty clear as she looked at the young girl in her little dress and heels. And something was different about her, but she couldn't quite pinpoint just what it was. 

"Well child, and how are you today?"

"Fine, Ma'am," said Missy, looking up shyly at the older woman. She was dressed today in another Victorian outfit, a different style from before but still in shades of gray, long dress and sleeves, with the same high heeled boots. And an extremely small waist! 

"I have finished your corset, and today you will have your final fitting. Mr. Madison wants it to be just right, and we have all afternoon, so we will spend as much time as it takes. And you know enough by now to be cooperative, don't you?"

"Y – y – yes Ma'am." 

Stepping close to the stool, Alexandra ordered: 

"All right then, up with you and off with the dress!" 

And again Missy stood, uncomfortably close to the older woman, and took off her little dress. As before she had trouble getting it over her long hair and, moving her arms and elbows, brushed against Alexandra's full bust. Finally it was done and Missy stood in her tiny thong and high heels. Again Alexandra took the dress and went into the other room, this time locking it away in a drawer. 

She emerged a few minutes later carrying a pretty purple box, in which laid Missy's new corset. And a pretty thing it was, in the purple silk she had chosen, very fine material, an under-bust style leaving her breasts free above and her pussy free below.  

There was actually very little to do at a corset fitting, since once the garment was made it could really not be altered. Normally Alexandra would lace it up loosely, then a little tighter, then give the customer instructions to increase the tightness of the lacing a little bit each day for two weeks, and not really lace it tight until 14 days had passed. But in Missy's case Alexandra had other ideas. She knew this might be the last time they saw each other, they had all the time in the world, and Alexandra was determined to make the most of it. And she had noticed what was different about Missy – the large tits! This had to be the sexiest girl Alexandra had ever encountered, and the little thong did nothing to hide the perfect ass. 

As before Alexandra was very professional. She sat in a big easy chair and had Missy stand in front of her, fitting the corset on and lacing it loosely. 

"There, how does that feel?"

"Fine Ma'am," Missy replied, secretly relieved. 

She had thought the corset might hurt or be restrictive, but this was fine, very fitted and comfortable. 

"Okay, now we must make sure it is comfortable in all different positions. Let's start by reaching up. Come with me!" 

And they went into the kitchen, where Alexandra had Missy reach up and get various things from upper shelves.

"Now let's make sure you can bend over okay." And Alexandra took several plates from a shelf and made Missy pick them up from the floor.

"How does that feel, child? Does the corset cause you any problems reaching up or reaching down?"

"No ma'am, its fine."

"Good. Now let's make absolutely sure it fits comfortably." 

And Alexandra took Missy back into the living room and had her stretch out on the floor. She ordered the little girl to curl up, to stretch and reach, to go into whatever positions Alexandra could think of. She had never done this with a client before, but Missy was so absolutely charming in her heels, thong and corset that the older woman could not resist the temptation to see the young girl's body as it moved, stretched, contorted and posed. She kept it up for 15 minutes, often telling Missy to hold a particularly sexy pose for as long as a minute. 

"Now child, it is time for you to see what it will be like to be laced up tight. Come over here!" 

And Missy was put into a standing position facing away from Alexandra, who proceeded to lace up the corset as tight as she possibly could. As the restrictive garment got tighter and tighter, Missy began to complain.

"Ma'am, that's much too tight! Oh! Oh! Ma'am, that is really starting to hurt! Ooohhh!!! Ma'am, I am having trouble breathing. Oh please, loosen it! This is unbearable! Oooohhhh!!!!! Please, oh please ma'am, please loosen it!!" 

Alexandra ignored Missy's pleas, tightening and re-tightening until she was finally satisfied. Missy would have been moaning, but since she was unable to take anywhere near a full breath, her sounds of consternation came out like little yelps. 

"Now child, kneel here on this pillow. I will leave you for a few minutes to get used to the feeling of a very tight corset. Feel free to move your arms and torso around." 

After she left, Missy squirmed and tried to find a comfortable position, but it was not to be. There was no way to relieve the constant pressure on her stomach and abdomen. But after ten minutes she did find herself getting used to it. Breathing was much shallower, and that meant she had to take more breaths. She knelt on her pillow, panting as if she had been running and were out of breath, still squirming in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position. 

Bustling back into the room, Alexandra said: 

"Come with me child, and we will continue to make sure you can move properly." 

And again Missy was made to reach for things on upper kitchen shelves, pick up plates from the kitchen floor, and she was again made to lie down on the living room floor. Alexandra took out a digital camera.

"Wha – what are you doing, ma'am?"

"Don't worry, child, I always take a few pictures of my corset creations for my files and promotional materials. If it bothers you, just keep your eyes closed. No, have a better idea. Remember last time when I was teaching you about corsets?" 

And she bustled out of the room, returning a minute later with a blindfold, this time in purple silk. 

"I saved a strip of material from your corset and made this specially for you," said Alexandra, drawing the soft silk over Missy's eyes and tying it behind her head. She could not resist stroking the girl's hair for a brief moment before moving back. 

Missy was confused; like the last time, she felt that things were going in a direction that was not appropriate, that there was some kind of sexual element here, but she wasn't sure, and anyway it felt good. With Alexandra, somehow she felt safe and warm and comfortable. 

And so Missy continued to put her body into the positions Alexandra ordered, not realizing that she was posing for a very sexy photo shoot. The sight of the pretty Thai body, with the larger tits and smaller waist, made an absolutely captivating sight, and Alexandra didn't stop until she had a full set of pictures featuring Missy in a variety of provocative poses.

"Are you getting used to it, child?"

"Ma'am, this is very tight!" said the blindfolded girl. "I can move a little better now, but its still hard to breath. And it doesn't quite hurt, but it feels restrictive and tight and uncomfortable. Is this the way it will always be?"

"That will be up to Bill. He is the one who will be lacing you. If he does it according to the instructions, he will progressively go from loose to tight lacing over a two-week period, and by that time you should be fully accustomed to it. Right now it seems tight because you are not used to it."

"Ma'am, when will we be done with the fitting? I can't bear this much longer!" 

But Alexandra had other ideas for Missy, and wanted her to stay exactly as she was. 

"Be patient, child. Good things come to those who wait. Now come with me!" and the older women helped Missy to her feet and, taking her elbow, guided her up the stairs to the bedroom. 

Alexandra knew the next step was to get Missy into that hazy, suggestible mental sub-space. She decided to take a direct approach. She took a pillow from the bed and set it on the floor in front of her bedroom chair. She began a steady soft patter of whispering:

"Good girl ... good little girl ... you are a good girl, little Missy ... you feel safe, don't you ... you are always safe with me, child ... now kneel here on this soft pillow ... good girl ... now I want you to use both hands to feel your corset ... enjoy the sensation of the beautiful silk ... feel it, child ... good ... feel your body too ... yes, that's right, feel your breasts ... pinch your nipples, child ... good girl ... that feels good, doesn't it? ... pinch them harder ... now you stay just like that and keep pinching - I'll be right back ..." 

Alexandra quickly went into her small dressing room and took off all of her clothes, except her tight gray corset and high heeled gray boots. Her large natural breasts stood out proudly from her chest with very little sag; her legs were smooth, sleek and long, made more so by the heels. She took a moment to check her hair and make up and perfume, wanting to be as attractive as possible for little Missy. If she played this right, she might be able to do this several more times. 

Coming back into the room, Alexandra took a moment to view the beautiful sight before her. Little Missy was wearing the light purple heels, thong and silk blindfold. Kneeling, she was pinching her nipples hard enough that she occasionally let out a quiet moan of pleasure. She seemed to be in a different place, a world of her own. 

Alexandra came over and sat in the chair, spread her legs and pulled the chair in tight, right next to Missy. Stroking her beautiful long hair, she began whispering softly to her again. Gradually Missy' hands were transferred from her nice tits to Alexandra's even bigger tits, and Alexandra's finger played with Missy's lips. 

"Suck!" 

And Missy automatically sucked on the finger, taking it into her mouth, sucking it gently and softly, taking it deep into her mouth like a little cock. She continued to stroke Alexandra's big full tits with both hands. 

"Good girl ... good little girl ... while you are here with me alone, child, you are little girl ... do you understand? ... during these special times you are Mine ... yes, that's right, child, right now you belong to Me, and will always do as I say ... you are a good obedient girl ... you will be My obedient girl ... yes ... yes, little child ... My very own good little girl ... do you understand what I am saying?

In a near-hypnotic trance, Missy stopped sucking the finger long enough to whisper: 

"Yes, ma'am."

"Its time, child. Time to explore what it really means to be a sexy girl. And you are a sexy girl, aren't you Missy? Do you feel sexy right now?"

"Oh YES, Ma'am!"

Alexandra slowly transferred Missy's hands from her breasts down to her pussy. She guided Missy's hands, showing her how to turn on a woman. How to find the clit. How to stroke the lips, drive her fingers in, pump them in and out. 

For her part, Missy had done some of this the last time. She had fingered Alexandra's pussy the last time, but now she was learning more, learning about the magical clit.

"Right there, child. Yes, right there. Feel it, stroke it, play with it. Harder! Faster! Don't stop!"

Still in a kind of trance, Missy responded to each command. It all seemed very natural to her, and she again noticed that there was absolutely no guilt now in being with another woman. She had experienced a moment of panic the first time she was here, but after thinking about it and experiencing it again, Missy felt absolutely comfortable pleasing the taller, older, more experienced woman.

"Yes, right there! OOHHHHH!! Oh you hot little slut, I'm going to cum!"

And Alexandra grabbed Missy's hoop-style earrings and pulled her face close in to her pussy. She let out a long moan and came hard, spurting out her female juices onto Missy's hands. It was a strong, sustained orgasm and some pussy juice splashed onto the little Thai girl's face, surprising her. But she had been told in no uncertain terms "Don't stop!" so she kept stroking and pleasing with her hands. She noticed that without any stimulation whatsoever, her pussy was wet. Why, oh why did that happen when she was pleasing someone else? Missy still did not understand it. 

And Alexandra had never cum in a squirt like that before! What a sexy girl! That was one of the best orgasms ever, but Alexandra was not done. She decided the time was right to put an edge into her voice, and sternly she said:

"Look what a mess you have made, slut. And you are my slut now, Missy, make no mistake about it. Now it is your job to clean up the mess. Right now!"

Missy was taken aback by the change in tone and realized she was in trouble. Confused, the young girl started to scoop up the juices with her fingers as she could, but Alexandra grabbed her ears and held her mouth close to her pussy.

"Not like that, whore. No hands. Use your mouth. Now!"

And for the first time, Missy opened her mouth and tasted another woman. With short, terse commands Alexandra taught her how to "clean up the mess." Using her tongue she licked all the girl-cum from the chair, even the little puddle on the floor. Pulling the sexy girl's mouth back to her wet cunt, Alexandra barked loudly:

"Now, slut, clean me up all over my sweet pussy. Use your tongue. Get it up in there! Deeper! Lick it all up like a good slut. Good whore! Please me, bitch! Get that tongue up in there!" 

And thus Missy earned how to please another woman with her mouth. Alexandra took a full hour in this position, training Missy with a steady stream of specific instructions. Missy learned how to harden her tongue and stick it in as far as she could. She learned to wiggle and twist and turn her tongue just the way Alexandra liked it. She learned to flick and nibble on the clit. She learned that it was quite different from cock sucking, and used a different set of muscles. 

Before long her tongue and jaws were tired, and several times she tried to come up for air and take a short break. 

"NO!! You may not stop, child – you know very well one of your primary instructions is "Don't stop. For that you will be punished!" 

And Alexandra firmly pushed the young girls' head back into her sopping wet pussy. 

"Just like Bill," Missy thought as she continued to give pleasure with her mouth. In the back of her mind she knew she was being used, and a little part of her still rebelled at the thought. But a larger part of her being was caught up in the sexual haze and feelings of pure submission. She had pleased others with her mouth for so long now it was second nature to her. 

And Alexandra reveled in the dominance, having three more gigantic orgasms right into Missy's face, long hard wet messy spurting shots that coated the poor girl's face, hair and chest with girl cum juice. She was a mess! Alexandra made her clean up any liquid that got away, and both times that meant going all the way down to the floor to lick up little puddles of juice. 

Finally the dominant older woman let her up for air, saying: 

"Come with me, child." 

Taking the blindfolded girl into the bedroom, Alexandra took off Missy's thong and heels and put her on top of the covers. Exhausted, Missy curled into a ball and fell asleep almost immediately. 

Alexandra knew that there was a chance she would see Missy again, but there was also a chance that this was the last time. Just in case, she decided to make a record for later masturbation sessions. Getting out her small, high quality video cam, she set it up on a high shelf and focused it on the bed, testing it to make sure she was getting full video and sound on the entire bed area. She made sure a new blank tape was inserted and turned the cam to "record" mode. Perfect. 

Alexandra had no idea how similar her approach was to the one Bill used early in his time with Missy, and she couldn't know that Bill liked to do what she now did. She simply moved the sleeping girl on to her back, swung a leg over her and mounted her mouth. Drowsily Missy felt something and started to wake up, only to find a wet pussy lowering itself onto her mouth.

"MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFF!!" 




Adventures of Missy Ch. 08



Unable to move or speak, Missy simply opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. 

"Deeply, child. Stick your tongue right up there as far as you can. Wiggle it around, that's right. Now the clit. Bite it! Flick your tongue over it! Make me cum! Keep doing it! Don't stop!" 

And for the next hour the camera recorded Alexandra doing whatever she wanted with her play toy. Missy learned to please her mistress's ass, making her tongue into a round projective like a little cock and driving it up into the older woman's ass hole. She learned to lick the whole area, and found that it was clean and didn't smell badly at all. Before she had been ordered not to use her hands, but now Alexandra required Missy to use them on her tits. 

"Child, to truly please me you must use your mouth and both your hands. Stroke my ass and thighs, or squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. I want your mouth and hands active all the time!" 

Missy found that the full involvement of hands and mouth required attention, and as a result she became completely focused on what she was doing. After a while it came to feel very natural to her, and she brought the dominant corset-maker to four more mind-blowing orgasms. After each one Alexandra made the poor Thai girl rub the juices into her face, neck, shoulders, tits, and by the end her whole upper body was covered with a thin coating of Alexandra's cum. 

"Now, child, before you go there is one piece of unfinished business. You must be punished for what you did earlier, being a bad girl and trying to stop. You will be spanked."

Oh no! Missy didn't want to be spanked! She though that compared to Bill, Jintau or her father, this was finally a place where the sexual experience didn't involve pain and violence, but she could see that it was not to be. The older woman stood and said  

"Come with me!" 

And led her into the kitchen, making her bend over from the waist and grab the ends of the kitchen table.

"No, that isn't quite right. You need your heels on." 

And Missy was made to go get her high heels, put them on and resume her position bent over the table. 

Alexandra rummaged through a drawer, finally finding what she wanted – an big old-fashioned wooden spoon used for stirring soups and broths. Taking it firmly in hand, she proceed to blister Missy's perfect little bottom.

"OOOWWWWW!! OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW! Ma'am, that really hurts! Stop!! Please stop!! That hurts too much! I'll be good, I promise!!"

But Alexandra ignored the pleas and continued to spank the girl hard with the spoon until her hot little ass was a deep shade of red. 

"Do you now understand the meaning of 'Don't stop', little whore?" Alexandra said sternly between strokes.

"YESSSSS, oh yes I understand! I won't do it again. I'll be a good girl!! Please stop!!"

"You will be my good girl?"

"Yes ma'am!"

"You will always be obedient and do as I say?"

"Yes ma'am. OOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!" 

"You will dedicate yourself to pleasing me with your sexy mouth?"

"Yes, oh God!! Yes ma'am! I will be obedient for you and make you happy. Just stop spanking me!!" 

And Alexandra stopped, though not before applying a few more very hard swats to the poor girl's red ass. 

"All right, child, that's enough for now. You know what will happen if you cross me again, don't you?" 

"YYYEEEEEESSSSSSS MMMAAAAA'AAAMMMM!!" 

"Now go remove your corset and take a shower. Its time you went home." 

And Missy took a long shower, cleaned all the cum off, brushed her hair and reapplied her makeup, perfume and lip stick, and put on her thong and heels. Going into the living room she asked: 

"Ma'am, may I have my dress back?"

"Kneel!" Missy knelt.

"Beg!"

"Please ma'am, oh please let me have my dress back. I have been a good girl for you. I will obey you. Please, please, I am begging for my dress back."

"You are a good little begging whore, Missy," and the older woman went to the locked drawer and brought out Missy's little lilac sun dress. As she put it on, Alexandra had a final thought. 

"Give me your thong!"

"But Ma'am, I don't have anything else on underneath, and ...."

Alexandra reached down and slapped the little girl – hard! 

"Do it now, slut!" 

And reluctantly the shocked Missy took off her thong and handed it to the older woman, who put it away as a souvenir of the day. 

"Now I will call a taxi for you and you may go home. Here is your corset in its box. I am going to tell Bill that you need to come back after three weeks of wearing your corset, to make sure the fit is okay after it has been tight for a while. Remember, wear it every day and have Bill start loose and tighten it a little more every day. After two weeks it should be as tight as he can possibly tighten it. Do you understand?"

Head lowered, Missy could not meet the strong gaze of the taller woman looking down at her. She squirmed uncomfortably and simply said:

"Yes, ma'am."