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Chapter:7
The moment we finally made it to the
top of the stairs and when the fresh air of the night filled my burning lungs,
I saw that we were late... Gwen was screaming at the top of her lungs, calling
out to me through the window of the car. Her face was turning red not because
of the yelling, I assume, but because of the tight gag covering her lower face.
Then that cruel woman pulled her back inside and as my sweetheart was looking
back at me with her eyes wide open, a pillowcase was slipped over her head and
she was taken out of my sight but it was clear that she kept fighting the woman
who was taking her away. I called after them and began running but within
seconds, they were out of sight.
I was losing hope. My Gwendoline was going to
be just another beautiful girl in a harem
in a far away land. I was sure that
this was the last I saw of her.
But then something weird happened.
The two Oriental ladies accompanying the guy they called Kaori came and told me
not to worry and said they could be of assistance. It turned out they were held
against their will by that guy and they "belonged" ( in their own
words ) to someone called Ms. Wong. From what they told me, I understand this
lady also runs some shady business. And there was this "protection"
thing between her and that Kaori-san. Ms. Wong refused to pay so Kaori
kidnapped and held these young women for ransom until Ms. Wong paid the guy
some money.
We got into Monique's car, with her
and me in the backseat. The Asian ladies with their rattling chains got in the
front. Monique gave me a look over her gag and let out a sigh.
We drove into the night, passed the
docks and came to a stop at the smoky night club district.
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We get out of the car and stop
infront of an entrance in an alley. No other business surrounds this place we
are about to enter. A red lantern is used as a sign. It reads; The Collared
Lotus.
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Right now I'm in a club owned by Ms.
Wong waiting to meet her. It seems we can help each other; she can help me find
my love and I can help her to sort things out with Kaori and that Stanton
woman. The crowd is waiting for the show, their eyes fixed on the velvet
curtain. I see some family friends among a lot of people I keep seeing in the
newspapers. Even that chubby fellow working at the moving picture business is
here ( you know the one that made the sensational Citizen Krane ). I'm sitting
at a table with Monique ( now released from her bondage ), holding her hand
tightly so that she doesn't run away. I'm sure it'd be impossible to find her
in this place.
"Gee, loverboy I know you love
me but can't you just loosen up a bit" she asks pointing at her hand with
her eyes.
"Why don't you finish your
drink, instead of being a nuisance" I tell her as the curtains are pulled.
A hypnotic type of music begins to play and I take a sip from my martini
looking at this beautiful yet wicked woman beside me.
"I've been called a harpy, a man-eater,
a motormouth- in the sense of talking too much- but never been called a
nuisance. You know ace....???!!!" Monique's eyes open wide in shock before
she finishes that sentence.
As I look at the stage I see the
reason causing my companion to gasp. In the center of the stage is a beautiful
woman with brown hair. She is dressed in a tight corset ( that gives her a wasp
like waist ), black silk stockings and very high heeled shoes. She wears no
other clothing and is standing on one leg. The arch of her foot is easy to
notice because of the tension on her leg, she's almost standing on her toes.
Her other leg is raised ( with the help of the rope holding her slender ankle
in bondage ) so that the pointy toe of her shiny shoe almost touches her
shoulderblade. The woman's hands are tightly bound above her head to the
ceiling. The rope holding her ankle is also secured to the same spot. But this
is a complex apparatus. There is also a bucket standing above her. It seems the
ropes that hold her are also connected to this shiny piece of metal. A silk
scarf is used as a blindfold. A second one is tied over her mouth. She moans
sensually in her bondage. The crowd is holding their breath. Then comes the
other woman with jet black hair and almond eyes. She's wearing a tight qipao
with high heels. With each step, the side slit dress gives a glimpse of her
shapely legs. She makes a gesture to us, the crowd, with her face full of make
up. Then out of nowhere a whip appears in her hand and a lash lands on the
bound woman's bare back. She lets out a muffled grunt. As she stuggles a good
amount of cold water spills from the bucket. So she lets out another shriek
effectively muffled by her gag and tries to keep still. The Asian lady then
begins to add more rope over the "still" performer. She ties a piece
of rope around her waist and another piece is tied in such a way that the rough
rope goes between the brunette's legs and the other end is tied to her elbows.
The audience is soaking it all in.
The men and the women... This bound and gagged woman whose identity we can't
see because of the blindfold has become our object of desire. The men probably
see her as a toy of pleasure, someone to be conquered and kept in constant
arousal. Whereas women identify with her through their own longing to be
controlled in such an erotic way. They want to be her. Who is she? Can it be
you?
The girl tries to move her elbows
which cause the rope burried in her crotch to sensually rub against her clit.
She lets out a moan of arousal. The Asian mistress plays with her, holding a
nipple between two fingers and then without a warning raises her whip, it seems
as if she is performing some kind of a dance with it, and with great
calculation lands the whip on that same nipple. The object of our desire
produces a high pitched yet muffled whimper which I am sure aroused every
single person in the dimly lit club. There is something erotic in the way she
produces those sounds "MMPPHH" "MMPFRRR!!"
"UUMMPHH!!" Arousal,helplessness and frustration combined together
and then let out with a single note.
The arch of her foot, the stockings
encasing her legs, her hands trying to untie the knots, the way her pointy shoe
makes contact with her tender skin are pieces of fetish open to connotation.
The way she strains against the ropes holding her wrists and ankles projects an
image beyond description, the uncomfortable corset only adds to our pleasure.
The mistress strikes again causing more cold water to spill on our belle
captive. She is shaking like a willow tree. That's when the mistress begins
carressing the woman, holding the captive in her arms and begins kissing her
neck, shoulders, fondling her breasts at the same time. The helpless, aroused
woman begins to purr, a sign of her feeling relaxed. That is when the mistress
betrays her; gone is the carressing and another lash lands on her firm
asscheeks. She begins squealing again as she is forced to bathe in more cold
water. The object of our desire has once again been deceived by the mistress
and our gaze. She wanted to be the center of attention and care. But her wish
has been granted with a certain degree of perversion.
Chapter:8
After the show of the Asian
mistress, we watch three women in harem outfits and spaghetti strap flat shoes,
bellydance to oriental music. The brunette, blonde and redhead beauties wearing
see through clothes have their hands and feet cuffed and these cuffs are
connected to each other with another set of chains. The bondage of these harem
girls further eroticize their feline forms rather than distracting the
audience.
That's when one of the young girls I
saved from Kaori-san come and asks me to follow her. Finally I'm going to meet
the mysterious Ms. Wong. With Monique in tow, we go through dark passages and
down a set of stairs to a place that resembles an opium den ( with class if
such thing is possible ). Then we are led into a room lighted by a couple of
lanterns and candles. Smell of incense fills the room. A woman is getting
dressed behind a curtain.
"What is this place, a brothel
or a romantic chill out zone?" the always critical Monique asks.
The woman behind the curtain says
something in another language to the girl who brought us. The girl looks at me
then at Monique.
"Excuse me" she says
meekly and without a warning stuffs Monique's mouth with her silk scarf and a
single strip of tape is slapped across her lips.
"MMMPFFF??" Monique
protests.
"Mistress doesn't like that
kind of talk in her lair" the girl adds while cuffing Monique's hands
behind her.
Monique begins to struggle
furiously. In return the young girl pushes her onto the cushions lying on the
floor. That's when I notice the naked woman lying on the comfortable huge
pillows. The marks on her body, those legs, those arched feet... It's the same
woman who was whipped by the Asian lady earlier. She now seems calm and relaxed
as she smokes a pipe.
"Welcome Mr..?" a
seductive female voice speaks behind me.
I turn around to finally meet Ms.
Wong. She is none other than the lady with the whip. She's now dressed in a red
robe with matching satin slippers.
"Coutts" I answer as soon as I come
back to my senses.
"You enjoyed the show, I
hope" she smiles at me with her hand on my shoulder.
"It's was very..."
"Captivating" she adds as
I try to find the right words.
She smiles and makes herself
comfortable between our object of desire and Monique. She gives the woman a
kiss on the lips.
"Hanka, here is such a
painslut" she smiles at her and adds "I won her in a card game when I
was visiting Berlin. But she is happy here. Her fomer master... No good"
Hanka nods her head and adds
"Pig".
"And what is you name naughty
girl" Ms. Wong asks Monique. A muffled protest is the reply.
"We must give you the strict
discipline you need" Monique looks at me with her eyes wide open and let's
out a mmph.
Upon seeing her frustration, Ms.
Wong adds "Maybe some other time,pet "She takes the pipe from Hanka's
hands and inhales a good amount of smoke.
"Listen Mr. Coutts, I can help
you. Those people... Bad people, Stanton and Willie have connections in every
continent. Bad... Your girlfriend can be anywhere. Maybe they left the country,
after you foiled their plans, who knows? They are a dastardly pair. But don't
worry, I have connections too, I can help you find them. But in return I want
the antiques collected by that cruel woman, Stanton. And Kaori off my
back"
"I'd like to help you, Ms.
Wong"
"I'm glad" she smiles as
one of her hands rest on Hanka's chest as the other rests on Monique's thighs.
"You make yourself comfortable in
your room, I'll look into it" she winks at me.
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