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Subject: {ASSM} Sinful Asian Spice <*> {Story Knight} (MF Mdom bd cons inter)
Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 07:10:03 -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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