" Immigrant"

By Orestes

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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 bit 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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