From Jenny to Mei Ch. 06

"Please, for god's sake, faster! You're going to kill me like this."

"Keep going."

"Ah... she... shit. I'm going to..."

"No! Don't come or nothing else tonight." But still the metronomic pushing inside of her continued.

'Fuck. Control Mei. Control. Think about something else, taxes or baseball,' but she didn't know the first thing about baseball. It seemed to work for the guys so she should try it. The problem was she had to continue with this story of him and Sarah. There was no way to avoid it she had to think about sex. Not just sex, but the really really hot idea of him having sex with her boss. So she had to continue the story and hope for the best.

"She wants you to come in her mouth, but you don't. You just lay back there, a smile on your face watching her head sink over your cock. You feel the contractions of her throat each time she gently gags. The spit from deep within her is starting to coat your balls and your hand is on her head, pushing her deeper.

"All this time she's been playing with her pussy, her wetness coating her fingers two of them thrusting inside her. She's just waiting to on you to come. She wants to come as you release into her mouth. But you don't and she decides to delay her orgasm.

"Her mouth is getting sore and she knows you're toying with her. She really wants your cock inside her so she pulls out and let's it flop on your belly. She shuffles her knees up around your hips. She reaches down, grabs your wet cock and puts it at the mouth of her pussy, sliding it back-and-forth not so much to get it wet but because she loves the feel of your cock against her clit.

"Your eyes meet as she sits down on you, taking your cock all the way in. Sliding and squeezing, she slowly lifts herself and then sinks back down on your cock.

"She starts moaning your name, Philip, Philip, oh god it's so good. I love it like this, Philip. Keep fucking me! Yes... faster, fucking hell faster, faster goddamnit!" She started speak through Sarah, to order his fingers to pump her faster, but with no change in his tempo. He simply changed from the left tit to the right, clamping his teeth upon her nipple with insufficient pressure.

"You decide to change things and you push her off you onto her side and get behind her. She loves it from behind so she's on her hands and knees quickly, but you don't stick it in her pussy like she wants. Instead you pull her back to the edge of the bed, get on you knees and slowly lick the back of the thighs, up to her pussy and on up to her tight little asshole. You rim her for agonizing minutes as her pussy gets wetter and wetter, her moans letting you know she loves it.

"You put a finger, then two inside her cunt and tongue her ass. It drives her insane and she needs to come but you fucking bastard, you just make her suffer."

He chuckled at the reference to the present moment and she grinned down at him, seeing that he understood the reference and was pleased. She loved pleasing him.

"Keep going."

"You stick your tongue in her ass and wiggle it around and the new sensation..."

"Wait, that never happened. I told you..."

"... Hey, this is my fantasy, ok? You told me to imagine and I'm imagining."

"Ok, ok. Continue."

"The feeling of your tongue in her ass, inside her dirty little hole and your fingers stuffed in her pussy is too much for her and she starts coming and quaking and you finally speed up your fucking hands and it pushes her to another one and another."

She stopped talking and focused again on the maddening movements of his fingers grazing her g-spot. She had really misjudged him. This motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing. He was keeping her just at the edge, too slow to come but just the right tempo to drive her out of her skin.

"You're not finished. I haven't come yet."

"Just whip out that dick and shove in me for god's sake."

"No, I meant in the story."

"Then you push her down on the bed, turn her over, fuck her brains out, and come inside her pussy."

He laughed, let his fingers fall from her pussy and put his hand on her hip.

"What? That's it? I was just kidding — I'll continue."

"That's it." He got up, went to the kitchen to get another beer.

"Really?" She stared at him in disbelief. Never had a man played with her like this. Plenty of times she had toyed with men, bringing them just to the edge of coming and then changing the mood. It was part of the fun, but it'd never happened to her before and she didn't like it.

"Please fill me up, master. Please let me come. Let me do it myself and you can watch."

She saw the look in his eye, and realized she'd said the wrong thing.

"This isn't about your orgasms, Mei Chun. And you don't let me do anything. This is about your training... your obedience. Don't lose sight of that."

"But I want to make you come too."

"I told you. You come and I come when I decide. You hungry?"

She crumpled on the couch, completely dejected. She just made one tiny mistake, had been just a little bit flippant and he punished her. Now she was so horny and frustrated. She thought about the thumb drive.

He fixed a light dinner of salad, soup and a wafer thin pizza with white cheeses and ham that was delectable.

She shrugged off her disappointment and adopted an air of excited anticipation. Soon the anticipation was real. She would be careful to learn when she was going too far. It was her fault, after all. She'd be more assiduous in learning his moods and likes.

They had an after dinner drink on the couch, he a vodka tonic, she a Sea Breeze. She was anticipating what was to come like a girl on Christmas morning but he wanted to hear more about the center. She tried to patiently go through the day's events but wanted to forget about Jerome and the other kids for a while. He noticed that she was distracted but kept her at it, asking lots of questions.

"So," he said after a while, noticing it was ten-thirty, "ready for tonight?"

"Yes!"

He got up, got his keys from the bowl, walked back to the room then unlocked the door. She was right behind him. "Ok. I'll be right in," he said and let her enter.

He rejoined her after taking his time in tidying up and using the bathroom.

Mei Chun wanted to wander around the big room for the first time. But she wanted to please him more than sate her curiosity.

She lay on the table, as the minutes passed. Her heart beat in her ears, she was a little cold. One hand and both ankles were already cinched into restraints and she had on the gag, not knowing if that was what he wanted but figured she was better safe than sorry. This was going to be so good, she thought.

"Hmm... you're an impatient slut Mei Chun," he said as he came into the room and walked to the table of gear. He set the beer on the bench and she mumbled a barely recognizable, "Yes, master" from behind the gag.

"That's good," he said, walking to her. "I like enthusiasm, but tonight I need you in a different position."

He had changed into black pajama bottoms with no shirt.

"You're going to be prone and I don't think we need the gag unless you get out of hand."

He undid the gag and restraints and helped her off the table. She stole a kiss, which he couldn't help but return.

"How do you want me?"

"Over there." He pointed to a black bench in the corner that looked a lot like a gymnastics pommel horse except the main pad was inclined and it had four other pads along its sloped sides. Also, it had some restraints and holes and loops built in and she had no idea what it was for.

"Did you make all this?" she asked.

"Not all of it."

They walked a few steps to it and she got a closer look.

"So, how do I?"

"Put your knees here." He tapped the rear, lower pad and she understood. She put one knee on, then the other and lay her body on the inclined bench. Her forearms rested on the forward two pads very comfortably. 'Ok, this thing was defiantly purpose built furniture, how sweet of him to think of it. But what's that hole for at the crotch?'

"When did you get this?"

"Amazon delivered it this morning."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the overnight on this was crazy."

"Oh honey," she turned back and looked at him, "you are so good to me!"

"It's an investment."

"In Mei Chun."

"Yep."

He bound her ankles first, keeping her hands free. "Gag or no gag?" He really shouldn't ask but he didn't know if she liked it.

"Hmm. I guess not yet. But if I say, 'Don't gag me,' then shove it in my mouth."

"You sure you've never done this before?"

"Yeah, I mean can you believe it? And I thought I was a slut before I met you. But I could never have let a man have, like, direct control over me like this. I had no idea what I was missing."

"Don't say that until were through."

He caresses her back and massaged her shoulders while she knelt upright, at eye level with him. He began speaking soothing words to her, encouraging words. He praised her progress, told her how proud he was and what a good woman Sarah had told her she had been.

She liked it, then knelt forward and put her hands down to be bound.

"It's a little cold in here," she said as he buckled her up.

"It's about to get very hot." He moved out of her vision, to the bench and came back slapping something on his thigh.

"What it is?" she asked. He didn't reply; he only stroked her skin with the half inch wide leather laces.

"You'll like it, sweet little slut."

The short handled flog was mostly for the terrible sound it could produce and, if one wanted to get wicked with it, its potential to inflict a lot of pain. Mei was just starting out, so he'd be careful.

Tickling at first, he let her get used to the feel, let her imagination dread the pain. Then he whipped her feat, realized he'd need to wipe them, and doused a cloth with some beer and cleaned off her feet, careful to get between the toes. He stepped back and gave her right foot a bit harder slap, then bent down and licked the instep.

She gasped, then giggled at the conflicting feelings.

He did the other foot and repeated, sucking her delicate small toes. As it went on, each slap was minutely stronger than the last and soon her feet were red.

"Wow. That hurts!"

He cooled them with more beer on the cloth. "It's not about you, honey." A loud crack resounded in the room, which caused her to flinch. He'd whipped the floor for maximum sound, it got her attention. "It's about becoming what I want. Remember that."

"Wow, right, sorry."

His remonstration made her feel better, made the sting go away. But was he really going to whip her? She didn't think so, not like that but she didn't know for sure. That would really not be cool.

The tickling of the whip returned, along with licking and some squeezing of her ass. This she liked, liked very much. She began to wiggle.

"Don't move," he said, "or I whip you."

"But I can't?"

'Smack!' He slapped her hard on the ass with his hand. "Don't contradict me."

She let out a yelp and a groan. At least it was a familiar pain.

The tickling touch returned, just his finger-tips from her neck to her thighs — such an excruciatingly delightful agony of feather light touches. Now that she couldn't move she had to move. When she felt his hot breath on her pussy lips she gave a jerk and the whip came crashing on her back."

"Oh Jesus," she blurted out and he whipped her again, lighter but still painful, four or five strokes against her back and butt cheeks.

"No. Fucking. Cussing."

"Yes, master."

'Smack!' "Don't call me that unless," 'Smack!' "I'm inside you."

He gave her a rest. Perhaps he was overdoing it. He couldn't step it down without looking weak so he'd move to something else.

He lay the whip on her back, grabbed her hair and leaned in to whisper. "So Mei Chun, did you use the enema?"

"Yes.... Sir."

"Good, enjoyable? You'll be getting used to it I think, if you're the anal slut I think you are."

Those last strikes startled her. There was pleasure but it scared her more than hurt. Well perhaps equal fear and pain.

"Talk to me Mei Chun."

"Yes. I'll be getting used to it. Can you be sweet to me?"

"Yes honey, just obey and I'll be sweet."

"Ok," she said like the frightened ten-year-old girl she felt like.

The next feeling she had was of him lifting her and sliding a cushion under her hips. It raised her ass, she felt his hands caress her flesh.

"Don't move honey."

She relaxed. Hearing him call her that was so nice. His breath on the crack of her ass and a second later his tongue licking her hole was so strange, so deliciously perverse. It aroused her and she, slowly, so he wouldn't notice, arched her back to give him more direct access.

He made wide circles at first, careful to avoid her pussy. Then he narrowed in and focused on the star shaped orifice. He really enjoyed it, surprisingly so. Little creases radiated from the center. Her little hole was so cute, so clean.

He pushed his tongue in with some force, felt it yield to him, grip him as the circle expanded to let him in. He slid his right hand under her stomach, gripped her nipple in a pinch, ready to squeeze if she moved.

Now this was more like it, she thought, desperate to move her hips back and arch more. She moaned loudly at his tonging and pushed back against it, trying to get it further in and he pinched down on her nipple. She knew positive reinforcement when she was presented with it and pushed again. He bore down on the tip of her tit, pulled and twisted and she screamed. "Oh fuck!" He stepped back, took the whip and gave her a good slap across the ass.

"Yes!" she said, "Fuck!"

He gave her another one. In his sweetest voice he asked, "Would you like another one?"

"Not yet, let this one burn itself out. But if I can ask, for a favor." She was panting now, looking back at him with a spark in her eyes.

"Yes?"

"The blindfold please."

He put it on her and she licked his hand as he did so. Back at the bench, he turned on a light, pointed it toward her and picked up a short, thin dildo. It had an art deco appearance, with seven spheres of different size from the tip to the two inch thick base.

He slapped the side of the fuck bench on his return and she lurched again at the sound.

"Easy now Mei. Easy," he said in a voice and with a manor one would use talking to a horse. "You've come so far baby but you have far to go. Tomorrow at work you are going to be so nice." He caressed her skin. "So good to everyone you meet."

"Yes."

"You're going to go out of your way to find ways to please people."

"Yes."

"It's going to make you feel so good. You're going to be just like that caring sweet princess that I know you are inside."

"Yes."

He lubed the anal toy with a little bottle from his pocket.

"Helpful, sweet, and warm. You're going to be Mei for everyone."

He bent down and began licking her asshole again, his hands on each cheek spreading them apart. His cock was stiff under his pajamas. He realized he really enjoyed licking her ass. The gentle but irresistible scent wafting from her pussy was also driving him crazy.

Mei responded with groans that resonated within her small body. "May I move, master, please?"

"Count to 100 aloud, then you can move."

He put the first little ball that covered the vibrator inside her and her anus swallowed it like it was hungry. He twisted around and pushed on the second ball it went in with a bit more reluctance.

"Five, six, seven..."

"Count slower or you start again."

"Shit."

'Smack!' a smart one on her right cheek. "Start over."

"One..."

The third ball now entered her and she felt it push her open.

"Five... Six..."

She had slowed down as he fed them in. At this rate she'd never get to the century mark.

His left hand gripped her hip with strength and pushed the fourth of the seven balls against her opening, it's diameter between a nickel and a quarter.

He found it fascinating watching the muscle expand and contract as it gulped the pink hard rubber ball.

"Sixteen... Seventeen... Oh that is so damn weird," she said. "My pussy is on fire. Is it dripping master?"

Good question he thought and knelt down to have a close look. Yes, glistening, definitely. Beautiful dark pink lips, blushing wild pink within. In this position her inner lips were spread and he saw her opening clearly and wanted nothing more than to suck it and tongue it.

"You're very wet baby. But you broke the count. Start over."

Another disappointed groan, then "One... Two... Three..."

He pushed number four in so that it's widest circumference was balanced at her opening, then it sunk out of site within her.

"Mmmmm, Six... Seven..."

A wiggle, he judged, was appropriate at this point so he slapped at the dildo and it shook inside her.

"Oh... Eight... Nine..."

"I'm not familiar with the number 'oh' unless you meant zero, in which case your numbers are all fucked up. Shall we start from the top?"

She shook her head.

"Don't move." 'Smack!' another jolt of pain produced stars before her hooded eyes. Then he yanked the bumpy pink wand from her ass quickly but not savagely.

"Oh, oh, oh...." she said with an embarrassed ecstasy as each ball escaped from her, feeling just like she was shitting.

"Don't move and start over."

"Yes master."

"Only when something of mine is inside you, my beautiful Mei Chun. You want to be obedient, don't you honey?"

"Yes. I'm trying so hard to be good enough."

"My little princess?"

"Yes, you're lovely, sweet, innocent cock sucking, cum drinking princess."

He laughed and she moved to look behind her, even though she couldn't see. The beautiful, playful grin on her face made what he had to do next very difficult.

'Smack!'

"Ouch!"

"Please honey, don't move." He paused and considered. He stepped away and returned with some belts to tie her to the table with. "I know, it's just too difficult for you. This will make it easier on you," he said as the belts fell across her back, two to keep her back down and thinner straps for her shoulders. He held her head down with leash like cords attached to the collar.

"Thank you, mast... um... Philip. Thank you."

When he had her immobile he returned behind her and lubed the tip of the dildo on the wetness seeping out of her.

"Oh yes..."

"Don't forget to count."

"Yeah. One... Two..." But she didn't care about moving any more. This new sensation unlocked something in her. A sense of peace, of capitulation to his will that she found so calming. The feeling of the rubber or whatever it was entering her anus was the peanut butter to the bondage jelly. So good together, so metaphysically bound. It felt alien, invasive, vaguely depraved somehow but it was perfect, and delicious.

"Eight... Nine..."

"Surrender", he said and it echoed within her.

"Uhhhh... Eleven... Twelve..."

'Surrender. Yes, I surrender. I am so surrendered. Yours to fuck and whip. You really are my master. Stick that thing in me, anything in me, piss on me if you want, I don't care. Just don't ever stop loving me and beating me into a more perfect woman.'

"Seventeen... Eighteen..."

He was at the sixth ball now, the thing was four inches into her with two to go. The noise she was making between the counts was making his cock pulse but he was running out of time. He could barely fit the three-quarter inch thing in.

"Twenty-four... Twenty-five..."

He decided to pull it out and stuff it back in. She gasped on the way out and moaned on the way in, but kept the count going.

"Thirty... immmm... ahhhhhh.... Thirty-one... Thirty-two..."

'Tug her hair,' he though and he reached up and pushed back to the sixth ball as his hands wrapped around her silkily strands and slowly pulled back. Being tied down, she didn't move.