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From: "Story Knight" <Story_Knight@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Sinful Asian Spice <*> {Story Knight} (MF Mdom bd cons inter)
Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 00:10:04 -0500
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Sinful Asian Spice
Copyright (c) Story Knight 2001
All rights reserved.

This is a work of adult fiction and is not intended for minors,
or persons who disapprove of frank sexual expression.

Please enjoy, and let me know what you think.


I first caught sight of her as she slipped into the women's rest
room. She was a small thing of only five and a half feet, but
what immediately caught my attention was her head of long, teased
hair. It was a sort of reddish brown that many Asian women have.

Her hair cascaded across her shoulders, merging with the purple
dress that she wore. The soft curve of her hips were accentuated
by the dress, which stopped a few inches above her knees.

Flowing from beneath the dress were long, slender legs, sheathed
in shear brown stockings. Her small feet were shod in three inch
heals, which accentuated the muscles in her calves. 

As I followed the seam in the back of her hose back up from her
heals, I realized she had caught me staring at her. She smiled at
me, and as I turned away, she told me in a quiet voice to stay
where I was, winked, then disappeared behind the wooden door.

Upon her return, I had an opportunity to examine her from the
front. Her face was slender, with prominent cheek bones, and
small almond eyes. Her full lips smiled at me saucily from her
small mouth. 

She raised a small hand to her face, revealing something clutched
between her fingers. As it was placed into my hands, I realized
it was a pair of satin panties, moist with her nectar. I brought
them to my nostrils and inhaled her sweet, pungent scent as her
fingers found their way to the increasing bulge in my pants.

"I want you," she whispered, "to take control of my body."

I could hardly think, let alone answer her direct request.

"Can you do that for me?" She asked, rubbing my cock harder.

I nodded in the affirmative, and realized I had to take control
of this situation or loose this golden opportunity forever. There
must've been something more private she had in mind.

"Show me to your dungeon, where I can hear you groan sweetly from
frustration, my little sex pet." Said I, finally finding my
manhood.

We left the building and climbed into my car. I followed her
directions through the sprawling suburbs to a large, single story
ranch home with small oriental touches. It was white, with yellow
cladding. There were large windows with white lace curtains, and
it was surrounded by tall cypress tress, and a bronze number
seven was nailed to the porch.

Showing me inside, my little Chinese nymph removed her shoes and
assumed a kneeling position upon the floor. I closed the door
behind me, and turned to examine my surroundings. 

The carpet was white, soft to the feet, and plush. It supported
various cabinets full of gold plated chinaware, and colorful
statuettes. Tapestries and paintings adorned the walls, and
intricate furniture was neatly placed according to the traditions
of Fung Sheui.

What caught my eye was a cherry wood cabinet in a darkened part
of the living room. Its contents were leather, rather than china;
steel, not porcelain. This was a repository of bondage devices
and sexual tortures I could inflict upon my young, kneeling
friend.

And there she had remained while I had taken the liberty to
examine her home. The sight of her kneeling there was quite
arousing in of itself. Her hands were clasped behind her head,
lifting the back of the dress high enough to see the tops of her
silk stockings.

After telling my slave to stand, I slowly walked around her.
Without her shoes, the top of her head was only at my arm pits. I
stopped behind her and ran my hand up her thigh, feeling the
silk, then comparing it with the soft skin that lay above it.
Going further still, her dress bunching around my arm, my fingers
met the bare cleft of her cunt. Soft, moist, hairless and
yielding, it weeped upon my finger as I drew gasps from her shiny
red lips.

Removing my finger from her cunt, I moved to the cabinet of
perversions. Opening it, I removed a pair of leather cuffs,
fitted with sturdy D-rings.  I affixed the cuffs to each of her
wrists, and positioned her beneath a pair of white hooks I'd
spotted in the ceiling. Taking some rope and a paramilitary
pocket knife from the cabinet, I began her bondage. By time I was
done, I had cut enough rope to suspend my slave from the hooks,
leaving her standing on only the balls of her feet.

The knife now found a new use in cutting up the back of her
dress. I started at the slit in the back, and worked my way up
slowly until I cut through the neck line. The dress now hung off
her lithe body like a hospital gown, exposing her pert nether
cheeks, and burning mound. 

Gently, my fingers caressed the soft curve of her spine and the
supple grace of her ribs. The knife cut through the strap of her
bra. The garter belt, suspending her stockings, and framing her
arse was allowed to stay.

A Polaroid camera lay in wait at the back of the cabinet. Taking
it in hand, I shot a couple of photos of her exposed from the
back. A spreader bar was attached to her ankles, and left her
standing on tip toes. 

The next sensation she felt was the cold leather of a riding
switch that had hung from a cabinet door. It's business end
rubbed coldly against her womanhood, extracting a gasp from her
lips. One coated with her glistening juices, I twice swooped it
through the air, before allowing it to land soundly on her arse.

Her little Asian cry was exquisite and caused my loins to burn.
Again I struck her cheek, making her cry out on every strike. I
alternated from left to right with an insightful randomness that
left her guessing where the next blow would land. After twenty or
so lashes, her buttocks were red and flexing, her face covered
with tears, but most perversely, her thighs were coated with the
nectar from her own cunt.

Dropping to my knees, I licked the flesh that stemmed from her
stockings to the very lips of her puss. Like a nightingale, her
voice sang in musical tones to the ministrations of my tongue. I
lavished her thighs, soothed her buttocks, teased her anus, and
brought delight to her cunt.

Twenty minutes of licking had brought this delicate woman to the
very brink of orgasm. She was the very picture of wantonness. Her
limbs pulled at her bonds, and her Venus danced to the thrusting
of her pelvis, yet I held back and denied her of her release.

Instead, I took the knife, and cut the dress from neckline to the
arms, allowing it to fall at her feet. Once the remains of the
bra had been removed, she stood before me exposed completely and
bound for my pleasure.

I decided to change into some more appropriate attire. Divested
of my own clothes, I pulled a pair of leather pants from the
cabinet. The kid leather fit comfortably, with a sheath for my
cock and a pouch for my balls. My erection stood proud from my
body, covered in black leather.

Reaching from behind, I took her breasts in my hands and pressed
my cock against her back. She groaned as she felt the bare skin
of my chest and the throbbing penis at the small of her back. Her
breasts were slightly more than a handful, and had the most
exquisite nipples: Long and pink, sensitive to the touch, causing
her to swoon when pinched and twisted.

This called for nipple clamps, which I retrieved from that
delightful cabinet which stood behind her. Soon, she was gasping
and panting from the pinching jaws of the clamps and my teasing
fingers upon her pussy.

"Would you like to cum?" I taunted this young Asian woman.

"Yes Master, I would." She would say, looking pleadingly into my
eyes.

"In due course, you may. Then again you may not." With this news
she groaned aloud, causing my cock to grow stiffer.

Wanting to really see this bitch squirm, I produced a jar of
Tiger Balm and slowly unscrewed the lid. She could hear me from
behind, but couldn't turn her head far enough to see what was
coming next. This was nearly as good as blindfolding the girl,
but had the extra advantage of seeing every expression that
crossed her beautiful face.

"How old you girl?" I queried, scooping the Tiger Balm onto my
index finger.

"Nineteen, Master" Came her reply.

"How many times in your nineteen years have you been tied up and
teased?"

"Many times, Sir. I love the frustration of being of the
precipice of orgasm, without the means of diving into its
oblivion. From the size of your cock, I can see that you enjoy it
yourself." She said with a smile.

"This is true," I told her, "but my orgasm is reigned by my free
will. Yours is governed by my whim."

"We hold the keys to each others pleasures, Master. I cannot cum
without you, and you cannot cum without my desire. Your cock is
just as tortured as my flower."

"Touch  me sweet. Now hush, as I impregnate your bottom with
fire, and sing to me in whimpers."

Spreading her cheeks with one hand, I massaged her sphincter with
the finger coated in gel. As I worked my digit deep into her
arse, her silence became heavy breathing, whimpers and moans.

Before long, my Mistress was begging me to put out the fire in
her bowls, to fuck her with my staff, to extinguish the flames of
her lust with my thick seed. I only buried my finger into her
stinging ring and finger fucked her arse.

It was time for one more torture before satisfying my desires. A
telescopic stand and a chrome dildo were pulled from the cabinet.
I attached the dildo to the clamp at the top of the stand.
Positioning the stand between the girl's open legs, I extended
the stand to drive the dildo into her soft folds. I tightened the
clamps, toggled the power switch, and picked up the remote
control.

I took a seat in the arm chair directly opposite my Asian nymph,
and smiled at this overly aroused teen woman. Her lips were
parted as she hung there panting, sweat dripping down her face
and matting her hair. Cum soaked her thighs and stained her
stockings. Something was missing. Something humiliating.

Suddenly it stuck me, and I jumped up out of the seat and round
to the cabinet. I grabbed a white package with a clear plastic
front. Tearing it open, I watched as her ears perked up and her
head turned to try to see me. 

"Please, not that." She begged. "You can tease me anyway you
like, but please don't use the catheter on me. I can't stand the
humiliation. Please for fuck's sake, don't do this."

Now we were onto something. Kneeling before her, I took the
contents from out of the package. She was starting to cry, and my
cock was starting to weep. I had to do something about that
before I came in my pants. 

Leaving the kit on the floor, I went back to the cabinet to
locate an English cock cage. With the cock cage tied tightly over
my leather bound cock and balls, I was sure not to explode. I
grabbed an empty bottle from the cabinet.

I returned to my position before the maiden in distress, and
prepared the catheter. The dildo buried in her cunt made access
to her urethra a snap. The copious juices now coating the dildo
showed the humiliation was far more exciting than not.

Slowly I inserted the catheter, trying not to cause any serious
pain. Suddenly, it was in, and the tube was full of urine. I
positioned the pipe into the mouth of the bottle, and released
the spigot. The bottle began to chime as the pee hit the bottom
and began to fill the bottle.

I now retook my place on the arm chair, and palmed the remote
control. Flipping a switch and turning a dial, I caused the
chrome dildo to vibrate inside my captive's cunt. Her eyes opened
wide and her mouth opened into the shape of an 'o'. She was
closer to cuming than ever before.

Turning the dial higher and lower, I played her like a musical
instrument. Her voice broke from pleading and moaning. She was
beyond frustration, she was a wild animal desperate to cum. She
would've eaten through metal to mount my granite hard cock.

Neither of us were aware of how long we'd spent like that. I only
knew I couldn't maintain my self control and she new there was
nothing in the world but cock and cunt.

I switched off the dildo, pulled it from her loins. Retracted the
catheter, and replaced it with a kiss. The spreader bar was taken
from her ankles, before I sliced the rope with the knife. 

My knife was knocked from my hands, and my body thrown to the
floor. Five and a half feet of raw sexual Asian energy pinned me
to the floor and drove my leather encased cock within her cunt.
She ground her clit hard against the leather pants, pressing
herself towards what I'd denied her.

I groaned as she used me to pleasure herself, the cock cage
keeping my seed inside my boiling balls. Her weight was
distributed just right to keep me down, even as her nostrils
flared, her pussy clenched, and a wave of orgasm crashed across
her firely body. Wave after wave exploded across her stormy sea
of sexuality. Her orgasm was complete.

And there I lay, in deep frustration and need, pinned to the
floor. The object of my desire was there above me.

"Who wants to cum now?" She cooed, planting a sweet kiss upon my
chest.


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