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" Immigrant"
By Orestes
orestes007@hotmail.com
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I don't even remember what I was looking for when I went through
Joanne's desk that evening. It must have been a document I needed for a
case I was working on. It seemed important enough at the time that I
didn't want to wait until Joanne came back to the office the next day.
When I found the photographs in her desk drawer, though, I forgot
all about what I was looking for. They were naked photos of Joanne. In
the pictures, her hands were tied behind her back and she was
blindfolded. In one picture she was kneeling in front of an oriental
man, with his cock in her mouth. In another, she was bent over a
woman's lap, being spanked. There were at least a dozen other pictures
like those.
There was also a hand written note with the photographs. The note
was in Chinese, so I couldn't read it.
It couldn't be Joanne, I argued to myself, maybe as an excuse to
scrutinize the pictures more closely. She seemed like such a sweet girl.
Joanne Wa had been working at our office for a little over a month.
She was recommended to us by a wealthy client. When we interviewed her,
we knew we had a winner. Not only did she have experience as a legal
secretary, but she was also fluent in both English and several Chinese
dialects. Since most of our recent business had been for Chinese
immigration hearings, we jumped at the chance to hire her.
I was glad to have another woman around the office. Not that I had
any problem with the male partners of the firm, but it did sort of
change the atmosphere of the place to have Joanne around. She was like
a breath of fresh air. She was pleasant, respectful, and a bit on the
shy side. I just plain liked having her around.
So I was totally shocked at the pictures. My hands were actually
shaking. As much as I knew I shouldn't be looking at the obviously
private photos, the voyeur in me forced me to go through them, one by
one. They were dirty, and exciting, and I had absolutely no right to be
looking at them. It was an intoxicating combination. I must have spent
close to an hour going through them.
The thought of Joanne being dominated by this couple was making me
horny. I had never considered myself a lesbian, or even very sexually
adventurous. There were fantasies, of course, but nothing I had
actually tried with any of my boyfriends. Unlike those fantasies, the
pictures were real to me, all the more so because I knew Joanne
personally. In the pictures, she allowed the couple to do all sorts of
perverse things to her. I slid my hand down the front of my panties,
and imagined what it would be like to have Joanne tied up like that.
After I brought myself off, I tucked the pictures back away, and called
it a night.
The next day, I couldn't get the images out of my head. I found
myself looking at Joanne and thinking about her naked body. I thought
about how she would look bent over her desk, and how it would feel to
spank her with my bare hands. She obviously got off on that sort of
thing. I couldn't wait until everyone went home, and I could retrieve
the pictures again from her desk.
Every day the next week, I asked Joanne to go out for lunch with me,
my treat. I found myself steering our conversations to more personal
subjects, fishing for information. I was also hanging around her at the
office. If she were a guy, I'd probably call my behaviour flirting. I
don't know what I was trying to accomplish. Was I trying to seduce her ?
Finally, one day at lunch, she talked to me about the couple. My
heart was in my throat. I tried to act surprised by what she was saying.
" I must confess to you, Karen, I don't have a boyfriend, " Joanne
confided in me. Her face was going a bit red. " I do meet with some
people to do some... things. "
She was so embarrassed.
" What kinds of things ? " I pressed.
" I have sex with a married man and his wife. They make me do things
for them, sort of like a servant. "
There was an uncomfortable pause, as I tried to think of something
to say.
" Are you offended by this ? " she asked.
" No, of course not. A lot of people I know do that sort of thing, "
I lied.
" Really ?" Joanne seemed relieved by my reaction.
" Oh yes, in fact, I've had several servants myself. " I lied again.
Anything to keep the conversation going.
Joanne's eyes went wide.
" When Mrs. Tsay introduced me to it, I thought it was unusual. They
brought over other servants, of course, but they are all Chinese. I
would never have imagined that you would be interested in this sort of
thing. "
I was soaking up all the new information. Now I knew the name of the
couple, and I knew that there were other Chinese servant girls. My
heart was pounding with excitement. This was better than I had imagined.
Joanne continued to talk for a while about her experiences with Mr.
and Mrs. Tsay. She left out most of the details, of course, but my mind
filled in the blanks with images from the photographs. When we went
back to work after lunch, I locked the door to my office, and
masturbated right there at my desk.
The next day at lunch, Joanne seemed even more embarrassed than
before. She was hesitant to bring it up.
" I have been instructed, " she told me, " to invite you over to
meet Mr. and Mrs. Tsay. Upon learning your interests, they wish to show
you the hospitality of their slaves. "
Their slaves. That had a nice ring to it. This was my chance.
" Okay, " I said, hoping my nervousness wouldn't show in my voice. "
When shall I be there? "
I had always envied the lifestyle of these wealthy Hong Kong
immigrants. It's not that I didn't make a good living as a lawyer, but
it doesn't compare to kind of wealth many of my clients had amassed.
The sub-urban area where Mr. and Mrs. Tsay made their home was a
neighbourhood popular amongst these wealthy new immigrants. I tried to
keep my confidence as I walked up to the front door, and rang the bell.
Joanne answered the door. She was fully dressed, but she didn't
speak, or look me in the eye. She just motioned for me to follow her. I
followed her up the stairs into the living room. My attention was
immediately drawn to Mrs. Tsay. She was a tall, thin woman, with an air
of authority around her. She said something in her native language.
" She asks you to have a seat, " translated Joanne. I did.
There were five people in the room. Aside from Joanne, and the
Tsays, there was one other girl in the room. I actually recognized her,
as we had handled her immigration at the firm. Her name was Jing, and
she was an exceedingly wealthy young girl of seventeen, from a family
which reportedly had ties to organized crime. She was on her knees,
dressed only in her underwear. I couldn't believe that a girl as
powerful as Jing was a slave to Mr. and Mrs. Tsay.
" Are you ready to whip the girl ?" Joanne translated again.
I nodded. My pussy was throbbing. I couldn't take my eyes off of
Jing. Mrs. Tsay brought over a nasty looking leather whip, and placed
it in my hands. I rose unsteadily, and looked around the room. Everyone
was watching me.
I came up behind Jing. She had such a cute, tight little ass. More
than anything, I just wanted to reach down and caress it through her
silky panties. I raised the whip, and brought it down tentatively on
her behind. She didn't even flinch.
Mrs. Tsay said something to her husband, and he laughed. I could
tell that they were talking about me. I looked over to Joanne for
translation, but her eyes were on the floor.
For the second time, I raised the whip, and brought it down on
Jing's backside. It was a but harder this time, but a little off
target. Mrs. Tsay spoke up again, this time more harshly. Joanne
translated.
" She is not impressed with your skills, Karen. She says that you
have misled us about your experience in handling slaves. "
I didn't know what to say. Somehow, I really cared about Mrs. Tsay's
opinion of me. I also felt that I was somehow embarrassing Joanne in
front of the Tsays. I looked over to Mrs. Tsay. She had a very stern
expression on her face. She barked out an order to me.
" She wants you to give her the whip."
Mrs. Tsay approached me. I handed her the whip. She stood in front
of me, and placed her hand under my chin. I was frozen. I didn't
realize she had spoken again until Joanne translated.
" She will show you how it is done. Remove your skirt. "
This was humiliating. All of this time I had envisioned seeing
Joanne and other Chinese slaves bowing to my commands, and now I was
dropping my skirt to let this woman whip me.
I dropped my skirt.
" On your knees, " was the next command.
I paused. Mrs. Tsay wrapped her hand into my hair and pulled me
downwards. Jing was standing now, and watching the action with some
amusement. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even look to see if
Joanne was watching too. Nonetheless, my pussy was tingling with
excitement.
She landed ten blows on my ass. I yelped with each crack of the
whip, but I made no attempt to move. Mrs. Tsay made another comment,
and her husband laughed again.
" Mrs. Tsay thinks that you are a pretty girl, but that you are not
obedient enough to serve her. She thinks you are better suited to serve
some weak white man."
There was something about this woman that made me want to please her
so badly. It felt so right for me to be on my knees in front of her.
" Please, " I said to her.
" Please what ?" asked Joanne.
" Please let me serve you. "
Joanne relayed my request to the woman. She consulted her husband.
" You must show your servitude. Place your hands behind your back. "
I did. I heard a click as someone snapped the cuffs onto my hands.
Another moment later, a blindfold was tied on my head from behind. Was
it Joanne who was blindfolding me, or maybe Jing ? I knew that Mrs.
Tsay was still standing in front of me. I couldn't believe that I was
now bound the same way that Joanne had been in all of the pictures. My
body was on fire. Someone was pulling my clothes off.
The rest of the conversation was in Chinese. I didn't speak any
more. Mr. Tsay was behind me. He pushed his finger into my ass, and
began to laugh again. Someone pulled me forward to allow him better
access. While he played with my ass, lubricating it with something, one
of the women placed her naked pussy in my face. I licked so eagerly.
Who was it, I wondered. It didn't matter. I'd do anything they said.
Someone else was fingering my pussy. My body rocked back and forth
with the rhythm of her fingers. I felt the head of Mr. Tsay's cock
pushing into my ass. I came long and hard.
" You will go with Jing to Honk Kong, " it was Joanne's voice in my
ear. I just grunted in response, as I returned my attention to the
pussy in my face. My ass was full of cock. I felt so very dirty. " It
is quite a novelty there to have a white woman as a slave. Don't worry,
it may take some time and some extra punishment, but you'll learn
enough of the language to obey Jing and her family eventually."
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