Nissa's Story

Part 3

 NISSA'S STORY   Part 3/3   C/W 1999 Dino Dave

 The three of us were met at the train station in Bombay by a man from
 the trading company. The two girls with me were given instructions to
 go to the airport where tickets to Germany were ready for them. They
 were going to another of the North India Trading Company's buildings
 where the clients came to select their girls. I accompanied the man to
 his car for the drive to the building in Pune, the building that I was
 left at as a baby, on the outskirts of the city.

 When we arrived in the afternoon I was met by the receptionist in the
 lobby. She said that she was expecting me, and told me that I was a
 very beautiful young lady. She took me upstairs to my room and
 introduced me to Dora, the dorm mother, she said. The room was large
 with several beds scattered around, as well as other furnishings.
 There was a kitchen area along one wall. Dora gave me a piece of pie
 and a glass of milk from the fridge, then sat with me at the table.

 "This is to be your home for a while," she said to me. "We at the
 company want you to be happy during your time here. There will be
 outings to plays, movies, and other attractions in the city. If you
 want anything you only have to ask and we will try to arrange it. As
 you know, we will have potential customers come in from time to time,
 to look at you girls. You will all be taken to the presentation room
 downstairs, and you must be on your best behaviour during these
 showings. All the men are checked out beforehand so we know their true
 intent. This is done for your safety as well as our own. After a
 showing, the client may wish a private audience with one or more of
 you. Again, you must be willing to show him how well you have learned
 the lessons you have been given. We also provide a service here where
 a gentleman may have a date with one or more of you to attend a play
 or other function. We can provide a car and driver to ensure your
 safety. Afterwards you may be required to attend to the gentleman's
 special requests at his house or hotel room.

 "Your training has given you many ways to achieve sexual pleasure for
 your guest as well as for yourself. We would expect that you treat any
 men or women who request the company of one of you as a potential
 client. We charge a very high price for these dates if extra services
 are requested, to discourage those looking for just a quick lay. While
 you are here you are expected to maintain your sexual passions and we
 encourage you girls to enjoy each others charms. We also have males on
 staff who are fully aware of our rules and can make themselves
 available for your use.

 "We want you to get the most enjoyment during your time here since
 this will be your last period of freedom. After you are chosen by one
 of our customers you will then belong solely to that man. Your whole
 life up to this point has been to prepare you to manage with the total
 giving of yourself to the man who will make you his own. Many of our
 previous customers are kind and gentle men and, as I've said, the
 company does extensive background checks, but after you are given to
 your master, it will be him who will decide how you are to be treated.
 It will be up to you to use your beauty and skills to make sure he is
 to remain pleased with you."

 As Dora was finishing her introductory speech a group of five girls
 came up the stairs and into the room, all wearing the bangles like
 mine. I was introduced around as they gathered in the kitchen area,
 getting snacks and drinks from the fridge. Two of the girls were
 Chinese, Kim and Soo-Ling. Rita was from Portugal with jet black hair
 reaching almost to the floor, and deep black eyes. Salma was born in
 Tibet and grew up at the company's founding mission school in the
 north. Janine had blond hair and fair skin.

 Dora suggested that I get cleaned up from my trip and that we would be
 having dinner soon. I chose an empty bed near the window and unpacked
 my small bag, putting my things in a drawer nearby. Then I took a nice
 shower in the big bathroom next door. After that, all of us went
 downstairs to the cafeteria where a delicious meal was laid out for
 us. As we were eating, Dora came in and said that Rita had been chosen
 from the showing yesterday and was to have an interview with the
 client tomorrow.

 Rita was bubbling with happiness as we all congratulated her on being
 picked, and wished her good luck on the interview. Dora asked the two
 Chinese girls if they would mind showing me around the building after
 dinner, to which they replied they'd love to.

 After we had some dessert Kim and Soo-Ling took me around, starting
 with the top floor. There was a full beauty parlour in one big room
 where we would be done up to look our best for the showings. There
 were also some small apartments on this floor, for private pleasures I
 was told. The third floor was our dorm room and a small gym with
 exercise equipment. Second was mostly administration, with another
 apartment, quite large and richly furnished, for the interviews. First
 floor held the cafeteria. "There is a restaurant down the street that
 brings us special dishes from time to time." Kim told me. We peeked
 into the showing room but the administrators office was right next
 door and Soo-Ling said that we weren't suppose to go in there. "You'll
 see the room soon enough," she said, "there are showings at least
 twice a week here."

 The basement held the laundry room. "All our clothing needs are taken
 care of here." Kim said. "You will get some nice things to wear for
 outings and such. Clothing is pretty much optional in the dorm room."
 We walked down a hall to a glass door where a strange blue light shone
 through. Kim pulled open the door and flipped on the lights inside. I
 saw a long swimming pool along one side of the room. In the back
 corner, at the opposite end was a raised platform with plants around a
 big hot tub. The two Asian girls walked over to the tub, peeling off
 their dresses and tossing them at a bench along the way. I did the
 same. They took some hair pins from a table and wound their hair up on
 top of their head, pinning it in place. "You have to put up your hair
 or it might get tangled in the drain." Soo-Ling said.

 I pinned up my hair as Soo-Ling climbed up the three steps and lowered
 herself into the water. When Kim turned a dial on the wall a pump
 started with a soft hum, churning the water into a foamy sea. Kim and
 I then joined Soo-Ling in the water. There were seats under the
 surface with jets on either side that pumped the warm water around
 your back and sides. I relaxed into the seat, the spray from the
 nozzles soon lulling me into a trance like state.

 I felt a foot graze mine, then return to linger. I opened my eyes to
 see Soo-Ling smiling at me. I smiled back. She began to run her toes
 across mine and down the side of my foot. She slid her foot up my
 ankle, her toes finding my bangle and hooking it to pull my foot
 closer to her. Then she started to use both her feet to rub mine.

 Kim slid over to sit beside me and touched my arm. I raised it to let
 her snuggle close to me. Soo-Ling also moved closer, the sound of her
 ankle bangles clinking against mine could be faintly heard from under
 the bubbly water. She slid one of her feet up between my legs to rest
 the sole against my pussy so I did the same to her, feeling the silky
 fur against my toes. When I wriggled my toes against her she slid a
 little farther down the seat and taking hold of my bangle with her
 hands, pushed my foot down, her cunt lips opening to let my big toe
 enter her. Kim was tracing circles around my nipples with her fingers.
 Then she brought her head down closer to take a nipple into her mouth,
 licking it and biting gently.

 I turned my foot so I could get my big toe further into Soo-Ling,
 wriggling my other toes where I thought her clit was. When I felt her
 give a little jump I knew I had found the spot. I hooked my fingers
 through her bangle, holding her foot in place while I rocked my hips,
 sliding myself along the top of it. In a very short time Kim's
 attentions on my nipples combined with the pressure on my clit from
 Soo-Ling's soft, sexy foot caused me to have a major cum in that hot
 tub. My head fell back and I think I let out a long, loud moan when it
 hit. I felt Soo-Ling rise up a bit, then drop down, my slender foot
 sliding half way up inside her. I wriggled my toes again and she
 exploded in an orgasm of her own while I held Kim in a tight embrace.

 After Soo-Ling and myself had recovered enough it was Kim's turn. Soo-
 Ling got out of the water to sit on the edge behind her. She put her
 legs up over Kim's shoulders and used her hands and her feet to rub
 Kim's breasts. I got down in the water between her legs to use my
 hands to rub her thighs and pussy. As Kim was reaching her peak I
 dipped my head under the water to lick her, sucking her clit into my
 mouth and flicking my tongue across it. Those breathing lessons we had
 came in handy because I was under water for a good minute before I
 felt her start bucking against my face. I had to hold her thighs
 tightly to keep her clit in my mouth, the two of us making her cum
 last for at least another half minute longer.

 I released my hold on Kim's legs and came up for air. As I blinked the
 water from my eyes I saw Kim, in a state of near unconsciousness,
 slowly sliding off her seat and under the water. Soo-Ling held up her
 hand to me with a smile on her lips. By this time the timer on the
 pump had stopped and through the clear water we watched Kim's face go
 under the surface. Soo-Ling said "Wait for it.", then assumed a
 surprised look on her face, her eyes wide, as wide as a Chinese person
 can make them, and her mouth open. I took the hint and set my face the
 same way.

 I watched as some bubbles escaped from Kim's mouth, then her eyes
 popped open and she struggled to the surface. She coughed once, looked
 at me, then turned and looked at Soo-Ling. When she turned to me again
 I couldn't hold it any longer and burst out laughing, followed by Soo-
 Ling, and then Kim. Soo-Ling slipped back into the water and we all
 held each other in a tight embrace for a while before getting out and
 swimming some laps in the bigger pool.

 After we got dressed we went back up to our room. Dora was just
 gathering her things and heading home, saying good night as she left.
 The other girls were there, reading or watching the T.V. After I had
 dried my hair I sat and watched a few shows before bed time. A man had
 come into the room and I was told he was the night watchman. There was
 a small office near the door where he sat and he would be around most
 of the night if we needed anything. I saw that when one of us got into
 their bed they would lock themselves to it like we did at the training
 school. Soo-Ling used her lock to join her ankle bangles together with
 a chain from them to the bottom of the bed frame. I found two locks
 and chains to connect my hands and my feet to my bed. Then the lights
 were turned out and I quickly fell asleep, contented with my first day
 here.

 When morning came we were all unlocked from our beds and we wandered
 down for breakfast. I helped myself to some pancakes with fresh
 blueberries, a boiled egg, juice and coffee. We were told that there
 was going to be a showing that night and were given times to report to
 the beauty parlour upstairs. I was told to first see the metal smith
 to have my bangles cleaned. After I had eaten I went upstairs to see
 him.

 The metal smith's name was Tim. He was an older man with a warm smile
 who spent the next two hours cleaning and polishing my bangles. He
 said that the metal that the bangles were made from was too hard to
 get scratched, but there was some staining and a little corrosion on
 the inside from being in constant contact with my skin. He used a
 wooden clamp to grip each of my bangles, holding it with his feet
 while he cleaned my ankle bangles with fine sandpaper, clamping it to
 a table for the ones on my wrists. Then he wrapped some plastic around
 my wrists and ankles, under the bangles, and used some foul smelling
 paste on a cloth to bring out the mirror like finish again. When he
 had finished, they shone like when I had first received them. I
 noticed that they were smoother on the inside, sliding on my skin a
 little easier.

 I thanked Tim before going to the beauty parlour down the hall. Some
 of the other girls were there, being worked on by the staff. I
 stripped and was helped into a big bath tub full of warm, fragrant
 water. My head was eased into a grove at the end of the tub with my
 hair hanging down into a sink underneath. Then while one of the
 attendants scrubbed my body with a rough sponge another washed and
 rinsed my hair. A conditioner was rubbed into my hair and it was
 wrapped in a long towel and piled on top of my head. Then I stood
 while the attendant scrubbed my back with the sponge. After, I was led
 to a padded table and asked to lie down.

 Some scented oil was poured onto my skin and rubbed in by the skilled
 masseuse. The gentle smell from the oil combined with her talented
 hands felt wonderful to me. After some time, she asked me to roll over
 so she could do my front. She didn't miss an inch of my body. Finally
 I was taken to the shower where my hair was let down and I was washed
 again. I was patted dry with a big fluffy towel as someone dried my
 hair. My hair was trimmed a bit on the ends so it was a little fuller
 at the bottom while still retaining it's natural V shape. I got my
 finger and toe nails trimmed and polished, some rough bits of skin on
 my feet removed and some skin cream rubbed in.

 By the time I was done I was quite hungry so I dressed and went to the
 cafeteria for some lunch. There I found a big pot of delicious soup
 with sandwiches waiting for me. I helped myself to some food, then sat
 with some of the other girls there to eat and chat about the showing
 that was to take place in a couple hours. Rita had heard that it was a
 rich Arab oil sheik who was coming to look at us. She was to miss this
 showing to have her interview with the one who had chosen her the day
 before. Soon after, Dora came in to herd us upstairs for the final
 preparations.

 In the dorm room we were told to take off our clothes and if we wanted
 to sit, to use the soft towels under us, so there wouldn't be marks
 left on our skin. Our hair was brushed and brushed until it sparkled.
 Touches of make up were applied here and there to make us all look our
 best. Then we were escorted down the back stairs to the first floor
 and into the presentation room.

 I saw a narrow platform near the end of the room that curved in a semi
 circle. There were positions marked on the stage with little brass
 numbers screwed to the front. I saw that there were ten spots for up
 to ten girls at once. We were all positioned at a place on the stage
 by Dora. The blond haired Janine was in the middle with the two asians
 on each side of her. Salma and myself were on the ends. Dora and the
 attendant went around, parting our hair in back to place our hands
 there. Then our bangles were locked together with a silver coloured
 padlock. There were steel rings bolted to the floor of the platform at
 each position. Dora took a piece of chain, passing it through each of
 my ankle bangles to lock the ends to the ring in the floor. She said
 to spread my feet apart which I did, the chain pulling tight when they
 were each about eight inches from the ring. I watched as the others
 were locked to their place on the stage.

 There were spotlights over each place, one in front and one behind.
 These were turned on and the lights in the room went off. The lighting
 technician went around adjusting the lights and their brightness to
 best highlight each of us.. Stray bits of hair were brushed back, pussy
 hair was fluffed up and our stance was adjusted. When all was ready
 the attendant left the room, the tech and Dora sat down at the back of
 the room, and we waited, our heads slightly bowed, our eyes on the lip
 of the stage in front of us.

 After a few moments I heard the door at the end of the room open, the
 Arab and the head administrator entering. The administrator bid the
 man to go over to us with a small wave of his hand. We had been told
 to keep our eyes down, to only look up briefly when the man was
 directly in front of us. The man walked up to where I was standing and
 I looked up, his eyes meeting mine. He was tall, perhaps mid or late
 twenties with a sharply chiseled face and a big black moustache. He
 gave me a warm smile just before I returned my gaze to the floor. I
 sensed his eyes travelling over my body as he took in the beauty I had
 been told I possessed. In a while he moved to the next girl in line,
 Kim.

 When he had reached the last girl the Arab walked to the rear of the
 platform, and around the back, to then step up beside me. He gently
 took my chin to lift my head, looking at my face, deep into my eyes.
 His other hand moved slowly down my body, cupping and lifting my
 breasts, hefting their weight, before travelling lower, across my
 belly and then down, to graze between my legs with his fingertips. He
 moved his other hand to my back, gathering my hair up to hold it out
 of the way. Then he ran his hand down my arms, pausing at my bangles
 that held my hands behind me. He felt my back and my bum. He knelt to
 feel my thighs and down my legs. He arranged my hair back the way it
 was before, softly brushing the backs of his fingers across my cheek,
 then moved to the next girl.

 It was over half an hour before the man finished with the last girl,
 stepping off the stage to stand before us all. He gave each of us a
 long, last look before turning to walk to the back of the room. The
 head administrator stood to open the door and the two men left. When
 the door closed we all gave a sigh of relief, moving a little to
 release the tension that had built up. The hot spotlights were turned
 off and the ceiling lights came on. Then Dora called in the attendant,
 who had been waiting outside, and they began to unlock our hands and
 feet. Dora reminded us to be quiet until we were back upstairs.

 Back in the dorm room we dressed, then rested for a while before
 dinner. There was much speculation about the tall Arab gentleman, his
 stern features, yet the kind eyes and soft hands a paradox. He looked
 like he could be a firm and demanding master, yet the almost reverent
 way he had handled me at the showing reveled a much more tender
 nature. Janine said that she felt his hands tremble slightly when he
 knelt to place a soft kiss on the silky blond curls at her crotch.

 The discussions continued downstairs over dinner where Rita joined us
 upon finishing her interview with the client. I listened intently as
 she described her session with him.

 The man was from spain and Rita spoke spanish fluently so they got
 along great. His grandfather had owned a small gold mine there which
 he had inherited and now ran. The session had moved from the couch in
 the apartment to the bedroom, where he proved to be an excellent
 lover, making her cum over and over before finally pumping hard into
 her and blasting his seed deep inside. He had told Rita that she was a
 very lovely and talented lady and that, if she was willing, he would
 see the administrator immediately to work out the details so that they
 could be together.

 Rita's eyes were sparkling as she told us how nice the man had been.
 We all wished her the best, that the arrangements could be completed
 and she would be happy in her new life. We were still talking when the
 head administrator came into the cafeteria to sit with us.

 "First off," he started, "the arrangements with Mr.Francesco have been
 finalized. As soon as the bank transfers the fee in the morning, Rita,
 you will be leaving to start your life with him. Congratulations." He
 stood and shook her hand as she smiled and thanked him. "Secondly, the
 man from Saudi Arabia, Mr.Jaffit was quite impressed with you all at
 the presentation today. He has requested an interview with Janine, and
 Salma. The interviews will be tomorrow. Good luck." The administrator
 stood and left.

 Our noisy chattering resumed as we hugged Rita and the other two
 girls. Just like that, I thought. A man walks in here, becomes
 enchanted with one of us and off we go to begin the life we have been
 looking forward to for so long. That night as I slept, chained hand
 and foot to my bed, I had an erotic dream of an Arabian prince taking
 my naked and bound body by camel across the desert to a big tent. He
 lifted me from the camel to carry me inside where he lay me down on
 some soft rugs. The walls of the tent were covered with fine silk
 curtains and beautiful carpets. From behind one of the curtains, five
 gorgeous ladies emerged to kneel at the princes feet. Rachel, Lisa and
 Soo-Ling were among the girls, each having a short chain connected
 between their wrist bangles.

 I was told that I was now a part of his harem, that I would live the
 rest of my life here in this tent, serving the prince in whatever way
 he chooses. Another Arab man came in and removed the ropes from my
 wrists and ankles. Then he dragged me out the back of the tent, over
 to a brazier which was hot from a glowing fire inside. He wrapped my
 left wrist with some wet cloths, pushing my bangle over the top of
 them. Then he used some tongs to take a white hot piece of steel from
 the fire. I saw that it was a chain link that had been cut and opened
 a bit. The man hooked a short piece of heavy chain through the link,
 then took my arm to hook the hot link through my bangle. Quickly
 pulling my wrist over a big steel block he hammered the link closed,
 the blows fusing the ends of the link together in a splash of sparks.
 He then plunged my hand into a pail of water, cooling the metal before
 it could burn through the wet cloth that had protected my wrist.

 He repeated the procedure with my other bangle, fixing the chain to me
 forever. I was now only able to spread my hands apart just as wide as
 my body was. The man grabbed the middle of the chain to drag me back
 inside the tent. Inside, he pushed me against the pole in the middle,
 then used a stick to push the chain up, hooking it to a hook high up
 on the pole. There I was left, my arms pulled up over my head, to
 watch my new master and the other girls eat, play and have sex on the
 rugs and cushions nearby. I struggled, putting all my weight on the
 chain and my bangles, but I was stuck there, hanging on the pole in
 the middle of the tent.

 That was when I woke up, my body hot and sticky with sweat. I had slid
 down the bed, my feet hanging off the end and my hands high over my
 head, the chain pulling on them. I looked around as I moved back up
 the bed, seeing Kim on her bed nearby looking at me, a worried look on
 her face. I whispered that it was all right, just a bad dream.

 Details of the dream spun through my mind for some time before I was
 able to fall asleep again. The chain connecting the bangles on my
 wrists was a classic image from some picture or movie I had seen
 before, an Arabian harem girl or something like that. I had used a
 short chain when I had locked myself to the bed that night, so I
 wasn't able to reach my pussy to relieve the tension left from my
 dream. It hadn't been such a bad dream, I thought as I finally drifted
 off.

 The next day, while Salma and Janine were to have their interviews,
 the two Chinese girls and I were driven across town to see a movie.
 Since the two tough years at the training school, I had forgotten what
 it was like to just spend some time being entertained watching a
 movie, not having it as part of a course and analysing it afterwards.
 When we returned to the building we were introduced to a new arrival.
 Judy was tall, fair skinned and had long golden hair that hung to her
 knees.

 Salama told us of her interview with the Arab gentleman. She said he
 had told her of his home in the city, not a tent in the desert I was
 relieved to hear, and how pretty he thought she was. In the bedroom he
 was a kind and gentle lover. Both she and the Arab had been quite
 satisfied afterwards.

 A little later on Janine walked into the room to tell us of her
 interview. Mr.Jaffit had been totally enchanted with her blond hair
 and fair skin at the showing but, he told her, after much thought, he
 didn't think it would be right to take her to his country where her
 looks would draw undue attention, and perhaps even harsher criticism.
 He had stared long and lovingly at the fine light hair which hid none
 of the details of her pussy, drinking deep of her charms before ending
 the interview. It wasn't until late the following day when it was
 announced that Mr.Jaffit would be pleased to take Salma, if she would
 accept his offer.

 Next day saw another girl joined us, Sehani, who had been at the
 training school with me and had been allowed to spend a few days with
 her family in the village near the school. She had been entered into
 the program in a deal between her village and the trading company
 whereby a family with more daughters then they could support would
 give over one in exchange for assistance from the company, money that
 would buy tools and farm equipment that would benefit the whole
 village. The deal had been signed, so to speak, when she was five and
 the village chief forced the ankle bangles over her feet in a ceremony
 attended by her family and friends. At age ten the deal was sealed
 with her acceptance of the wrist bangles.

 The day after, two more girls were admitted, bringing the total to
 eight lovely young ladies living at the building. Seeta was from the
 southern part of India and Judith was a tall, muscular girl from
 Australia. Judith's mother had become pregnant at a young age and,
 unable to care for her, had given up the baby girl for adoption. The
 trading company had a school in Perth, where Judith's beauty and
 intelligence enabled her to be entered into our special program.

 That day there was to be another showing, a very wealthy man from
 Japan was coming to see us. We were all sent up to the beauty parlour
 before the showing and made to look our best. The time for the showing
 was delayed for some reason until after dinner, so we had some time to
 kill when we had finished our beauty treatments. I and the two girls
 who had come that day were the last appointments. When we entered the
 dorm room the other five girls were in the far corner of the room, on
 some mats on the floor, all hungrily devouring each other's pussies.

 Sehani and the two blond girls had locked each of their wrist
 bracelets to the other girl's and were in a pile, faces and hands
 busy. Kim and Soo-Ling had locked one of their hands to the other
 girl's foot, each with their face between the others thighs. The two
 new girls and I watched for a while until I found a chain, about eight
 feet long, and threaded it through all twelve of our bangles before
 locking the ends together, joining us closely.

 It wasn't long before Seeta, Judith and I became tangled up in
 ourselves with the chain through our bangles pulling us closer and
 closer together until we could hardly move. The other three girls
 stood up and moved over to us, then kelt down, enclosing us in their
 circle. Kim and Soo-Ling joined in to create a huge pile of naked girl
 flesh, writhing against each other. One of us would cry out as an
 orgasm took hold of her, sending tremors through us all, triggering an
 orgasm in someone else.

 I guess word of our antics had passed around the building because some
 of the staff had gathered in our room to watch the show we were
 putting on. Occasionally someone would get up to lend a hand
 untangling hair or arms and legs, wiping a face, or offering a drink
 while we continued the session. A mouth had found one of my nipples,
 sucking long and hard at it. I had my fingers in a pussy, stroking the
 wet slit while someone's hand was busy in mine. Seeta's face was
 pressed to mine, our mouths and tongues together in a kiss. Her long
 hair was wrapped around both our heads, further binding us together.

 Finally our fun came to an end as we were disentangled from one
 another, unlocked, and told to get ready for the showing. We all had a
 quick shower and some food was delivered up to our room. We had time
 for a short rest while the attendants brushed out our hair and got us
 ready. Seeta's hair was truly amazing. It was thick and black, hanging
 to the floor and a good two feet across it. It seemed to shine with an
 inner light after the attendant had finished brushing it out, Seeta
 standing up on a chair so the full length of it could be worked on.
 She had to gather it up in her arms when she walked.

 It was eight that evening before we were led to the presentation room
 and chained at our spots on the stage. The man who saw us looked
 young, mid twenties I guessed, and wore a nice looking light gray
 suit. It wasn't until lunch the next day that we learned the results
 of the showing. The head administrator said that I, along with Seeta,
 Soo-Ling and Judy were to have an interview with the man. He explained
 that the client was very wealthy and was so taken by us all that he
 wished to have, perhaps, two of us to come and live with him.

 The interviews were scheduled for the next day, starting at noon. The
 four of us had a session at the beauty parlour in the morning where we
 were bathed and our hair was washed. Skin cream was rubbed in all over
 our bodies during a very nice, relaxing massage. It was late afternoon
 before my turn for the interview came. I went naked, downstairs to the
 apartment, and knocked on the door before entering. I went to the
 couch where the man was sitting and, kneeling beside it as I had been
 told to do, I waited for him to make the first move.

 His name was Kam Fong and he was quite handsome looking. After a few
 minutes he told me to sit on the couch beside him. He asked me a few
 questions about my schooling, my life, and I answered. He told me a
 little about himself and life in Hong Kong. After a while he stood and
 we went into the bedroom.

 I have always liked the man to take me, even roughly, to be forceful
 in making love to me. In London, Steve had been like that. Even with
 Lisa, it was her who made the first moves. Mr.Fong had lay on the bed
 and waited for me to initiate the session, something that I had never
 really been able to do. While our time together was nice, we both knew
 that we would not be right for each other. He told me that I was a
 very beautiful girl, but that he didn't want to dominate someone, he
 wanted someone who could share his passions in life, someone who felt
 more his equal. He was very kind when he wished me good luck in
 finding the man who would make me happy.

 Mr.Fong and Judy conducted the first part of their interview at the
 restaurant down the street. I learned from Judy, when her interview
 was finished, that her personality was the opposite from mine, being
 more of the dominant in the bedroom. She felt that she had perhaps
 come on too strong for the Asian's liking. Soo-Ling said that she
 thought she had a good chance since her interview had left both of
 them quite pleased with each other.

 We learned later that evening that Mr.Fong had indeed decided to take
 two of us, Soo-Ling and Seeta were the lucky ones. That night, after a
 big party in the dorm room, the two chosen girls shared the big bed in
 the corner, one of their wrist bangles and one of their ankle bangles
 locked to each other's to signify their union in their new life.

 Over the next couple weeks girls came to the building, and girls were
 chosen and left with their new mates, while it seemed that I was left
 behind. Although I was often picked at the showings, my perfect body
 and beauty making me hard to resist I was told, when my interview came
 I could usually tell right off that the client wasn't interested in a
 girl as submissive as I. The men that I met were generally rich and
 powerful men who were looking for a partner that could compliment
 themselves during their business and social lives. After my first
 interview with Kam Fong, Dora told me not to compromise myself during
 an interview, to always be the person I am. "You will not be happy if
 you try to change yourself to fit in with the client," she had said.
 "You must be yourself, and in time the right person will come along."

 So I was myself during my interviews, yet time and time again I was
 either passed over or I had to decline an offer because I knew the
 client wasn't right for me. Dora had said that I knew the type of man
 that could give me what I needed and it was important we all be sure
 that the match is as close as possible, to bring success to the
 relationship. "People don't change," she said. "If you think that the
 man will learn to give you the kind of excitement you crave, it won't
 happen, and neither of you will achieve the kind of pleasures that you
 have learned are possible to have."

 A week later, and two more failed interviews I was starting to feel
 pretty low. Dora explained that the clients are shown a brief synopsis
 of our personalities before each showing. They know what each of us
 wants and needs in a relationship beforehand. "These descriptions are
 based on your two years at the training school, your interests and the
 sexual sessions you had. Also, experiences you had before the training
 school. Our clients haven't the skills you have in sexual matters.
 Often, they don't understand the needs or the drive of one such as
 yourself. They see your radiant beauty up on the stage and they desire
 you, yet, as you have found out, they are unwilling to master you as
 your personality demands they do. Be patient, Nissa.  Your prince
 shall come."

 It was a couple of days later that I was told a man had requested me
 to go on a date with him. Dora told me the man would come by that
 evening and I was to accompany him to see a play at a fashionable
 theatre in the city. Afterwards, I would be expected to go with him to
 his hotel room, perhaps to spend the weekend in his company.

 "The man's name is Phil Brandon, and he is known to us, so you need
 not fear for your safety." Dora said. "I know you have been feeling a
 little glum lately but I'm sure you will have a nice time with him."

 After lunch I was sent up to the beauty parlour for a bath and to have
 my hair done. My hair was partially pinned up on top of my head with a
 part braided and left to hang down my back. I had a little make up
 applied, then I was given some nice clothes to put on. The dress was
 black, cut low in front to show plenty of cleavage, floor length with
 a slit up one side to just below my hip. Sequins sparkled on the front
 outlining the shape of a butterfly. I slipped my feet into the shoes,
 three inch heels with thin straps over my foot and around my ankle. My
 spirits were lifted when I looked at myself in the mirror. I was
 served a light supper in the cafeteria as some of the other girls
 gathered around, telling me how great I looked. Then I went down to
 wait for my date in the lobby of the building.

 The clothes that I had been given were starting to have an effect on
 me. Under the dress I was wearing a black lace bra that was so light I
 barely felt it, yet it held my firm breasts in a loving embrace,
 highlighting them to perfection. The matching silk panties and the
 garter holding up black silk stockings completed the ensemble. I had
 seen the flash of my ankle bangles through the slit in the dress as I
 had strutted in front of the mirror upstairs, the bright metal over
 the darkness of the stockings winking with every step I took. I put on
 the gloves, rolling them up to my elbows under my bracelets as I
 waited. The receptionist at the front desk smiled at me and I smiled
 back, beginning to feel much better about myself.

 After a while I saw a car drive up to the front of the building and
 park. I watched a tall man get out and walk up the steps. The
 receptionist stood up when he came in, walking over to introduce us.
 I had a small bag with a change of clothes in it which he picked up,
 then he took my arm and we went to the car where he opened the door
 for me. He put my bag in the trunk before getting in the other side.
 He started the car and told me that we would be picking up another
 couple, friends of his, before heading for the theatre.

 Mr.Brandon looked to be around early thirties in age, slim build and
 quite handsome. He would glance at me sitting beside him, and smile
 warmly as he drove, once brushing the backs of his fingers up my arm,
 telling me how nice I looked. We stopped at a hotel in the city where
 he told me to wait in the car while he went inside to find the other
 couple. He soon returned, introducing his friends as Sue and Peter as
 they climbed into the back seat. We made small talk during the ride to
 the theatre and I noticed a slight unease in Sue, the other woman in
 the car. Sue and Peter, they told me, had been married for nearly
 seventeen years now. Peter worked as an investment counsellor for some
 very wealthy clients. Phil Brandon said he owned an import export
 business dealing mainly with electronic communication systems. Sue
 said she didn't work, just kept house for Peter.

 When we arrived at the theatre an attendant held the door open for us
 ladies. I saw many people there with beautiful clothes on, standing
 outside or going into the theatre. The building was old but had been
 beautifully restored to it's former glory, the craftsmanship of old
 highlighted by subtle modern touches. Phil led our group straight in,
 finding our seats down near the front of the stage. The play was a
 comedy, uproariously funny, the talented actors having the audience in
 tears before the end of the first act. The ambience of the place
 brought back fond memories of the plays and dances I was a part of as
 a young girl back in Banglore, the actors working hard to an
 appreciative audience.

 After the play was finished the three of us waited outside while Phil
 brought the car around. Then we drove to a quiet restaurant for
 something to eat. Our conversations continued through the meal and,
 although I wasn't trying to impress, I was able to add to the things
 that were being discussed. I noticed Mr.Brandon seemed appreciative of
 my additions to the talk around our table. I had removed my gloves for
 the meal, carefully rolling them to put them in the little purse I
 had. Several times I noticed Sue looking at the bangles around my
 wrists. I brought my feet together once, letting the ones there clink
 together, just to see her reaction. I thought I saw that she would
 look at Peter, almost as if she was asking his permission if she could
 reach out to touch me. No, I thought, I was just imagining that.

 After dinner we all got into the car again, the two men in front and
 Sue and I in the back seat. It was during the ride back that she did
 reach over to take one of my bangles in her fingers, turning it on my
 wrist, feeling it's weight. She said that they were nice and asked
 where I had got them. As I began telling the story, Peter turned to
 look back at me. "I have had the ones on my ankles for fifteen years
 now," I began, "these," holding up my hands, "for ten. They are a
 carbide steel alloy, hardened to resist scratching, and after my hands
 and feet grew bigger I haven't been able to take them off." I could
 barely suppress a giggle as Peter's jaw had actually dropped after
 that last statement. "They are rather nice, don't you think?" I added.

 They were nice, it was agreed. We drove the rest of the way in
 silence, Peter and Sue seemingly lost in dream land. At their hotel
 Mr.Brandon said he would call them tomorrow and we would get together
 again. They said it was nice to meet me. As Peter shook my hand his
 fingers found my bangle, touching it as if to verify the reality of
 it, before I got in the front seat and we drove off. Phil took my hand
 as we drove, telling me that he thought I had made a favourable
 impression on his friends, and on him too. His finger stroked across
 my bangle. I brought my other hand over, shifting my feet at the same
 time. I placed my hand over his, my wrist bangles clinking together a
 second after the ones on my feet did. That sound always sends a tingle
 up my spine and I saw it have a similar effect on Phil, the vehicle
 swerving slightly as he fought his emotions. He looked at me warmly.
 "Nearly there." he said.

 His hotel was outside of the city, beside a small lake. We drove
 around the main building and along a road leading to some small cabins
 along the shore line. He stopped at the last cabin on the road,
 turning off the motor and getting out to open my door for me. He
 pulled my bag from the trunk and we walked to the cabin. The inside
 was nice, big windows looking out over the blackness of the lake. Phil
 switched on the light and closed the curtains, pointing out the
 bathroom if I wanted to change. Phil was fixing some drinks at the
 counter as I pulled the gown over my head and lay it across a chair in
 the corner. I turned as he was walking towards me, the drinks in his
 hands. He stopped to devour me with his eyes as I stood in the sexy
 under things I had on. Then he put down the glasses to take me in his
 arms, holding my body close while his lips found mine.

 It was several minutes before he broke the embrace to hand me a glass
 and begin taking off his suit. I sat on the bed to take off my shoes
 and stockings, looking up once or twice to see if that was what he
 wanted me to do. He just smiled at me and soon we were both naked,
 laying together on the bed. We cuddled and touched for a while before
 he said that something was missing. Mr.Brandon got up and went to his
 suitcase by the window. He reached in and pulled out a set of
 handcuffs, holding them up so I could see. They gleamed in the dim
 light of the room. I felt a grin spread across my lips as he came back
 to the bed. He had me roll over onto my stomach to hook one cuff
 through my two wrist bangles behind my back. The ratatat of the cuff
 locking down on my bangles loud, in the quiet room. He brought my legs
 up to connect my ankle bangles together with the other cuff. Then he
 sat back to watch my reaction.

 When Phil had reached into his suitcase and I saw the handcuffs in his
 hand the familiar heat had started in the pit of my stomach, quickly
 spreading through out my body. When he asked me to roll over I did so,
 placing my hands behind me. I had known about handcuffs, that they
 could be used on wrists and on ankles, but with the bangles we all
 wore they were not as useful with us, the noise from our bangles
 clanking against them more of a distraction than anything. Phil's use
 of them to connect my bangles together was a novel idea, something
 that had surprised me. When he lifted my feet and I felt him hook the
 other cuff to my ankle bangles I had closed my eyes, reveling in the
 feelings as my feet were drawn together, the clicking of the cuff
 closing sending shivers up my back.

 I lay on my stomach, twisting my wrists inside my bangles, loosing
 myself in the sensations of this new turn of events. I could reach out
 with my fingers along the short chain to the cuff through my ankle
 bangles, holding my feet so closely to my hands. I pushed on the tops
 of my feet, pressing them into my ass and rubbing them across it. I
 let go of my feet to let them spring up, the chain snapping tight and
 all of my bangles digging into me. I rolled over onto my side, opening
 my eyes to see Mr.Brandon sitting on the bed, watching me. I caught
 sight of my nipples, hard berries sticking straight out from the ends
 of my tits. Mr.Brandon's cock was at half mast, twitching slightly
 while his eyes roved over me.. I inched my way closer to him, bringing
 up my knee to rub it across his hip. He finally began to touch me
 then, bringing one hand to my breasts, the other to rub up and down my
 thigh.

 I crossed my ankles and parted my thighs when I felt his hand press
 between them. I was, by this time, so wet down there. He drew his
 finger through the slit, feeling the slickness there and smiled at me.
 His other hand continued to torment my nipples, super sensitive now
 from his rubbing and gentle pinching of them. Bound as I was, there
 was nothing I could do except lay there and enjoy his hands as they
 brought me to the peak of ecstasy. I wanted to feel his cock, standing
 proudly in his lap, so close yet so far from my limited reach. I was
 bucking my hips against his hand now, letting out a low moan each time
 he would twist a nipple or pinch a little harder. Suddenly all the
 sensations stopped. I clamped my thighs tight on the hand that wasn't
 there now.

 I looked to see Mr. Brandon getting the keys to the handcuffs. This
 can't be ending now, I thought as he bent over me to unlock my hands.
 He pushed me onto my back, then pulled on the handcuff, drawing my
 feet up, to connect my wrists again in front of me this time. I saw
 him toss the keys in the air, followed their arc as they landed in his
 open suitcase on the other side of his room. He got on his knees
 before me, spreading his legs wide and moving closer, his knees on
 each side of my hips. He bent down, crushing my feet and hands tightly
 against me, to lock his mouth to mine in a long and passionate kiss. I
 could feel his throbbing cock pressing against me and I used my
 fingers to push it down slightly, guiding it into me.

 Phil gave a little gasp as his cock slid into my wet pussy and he
 raised himself up off me. He started rocking his hips, driving in
 deeper with each thrust. He lifted my legs straight up, my hands
 following my feet, and wrapped his arm around my thighs to pull us
 closer together. His other hand found the chain between the handcuffs,
 gripping it tightly, pulling up slightly to keep tension on my arms.
 More urgent, more forceful, his thrusting was becoming. I saw him, his
 eyes closed tightly, bring his face around the side of my foot and
 take the bangle between his teeth, his tongue snaking around it, then
 reaching out to lick my ankle underneath it.

 I lost it then when I saw my bangle clamped between his teeth and felt
 him licking my ankle. I began to cum like a train wreck, harder and
 longer then I thought I ever had. Mr.Brandon pulled the cuffs closer
 to him, raising me up a little to drive himself harder into me, then
 shook, as he released his cum deep inside me. He pulled back once or
 twice, then slammed back into me as wave after wave of pleasure
 flooded through us both. After what seemed like a long time he
 released his grip on the chain and my legs to let us both slump back
 and come down from that incredible rush.

 Phil stretched out beside me and I rolled over onto my side, facing
 away from him so he could snuggle close to my body. Soon a big pool of
 sticky wetness had formed on the bed between us which Phil wiped up
 with his under shorts retrieved from the floor. We lay together for a
 while as he toyed with my hands, my bangles still locked to my feet
 with the handcuffs. I could feel him pressed close to me, getting hard
 again. Phil reached down to place his cock at my opening, then pushing
 himself slowly in. The handcuffs which held my feet up and my hands
 between my legs were in between Phil's knees, clamped tightly there,
 keeping me unable to move. Slowly he began moving in and out of me,
 the sweet sensations building once more to the creciendo of another
 crashing orgasm in us both.

 It was later on, after we had lain together for a while enjoying the
 after effects of our lovemaking, that Phil released the cuffs from my
 bangles to let me go clean up a little. We then sat at the table
 overlooking the inky blackness of the lake, sipping glasses of a sweet
 tasting liqueur before retiring to the bed for the night. Phil asked
 if he could put the cuffs on me for the night but I said that they
 would rattle a lot and keep us awake. I dug in the bottom of my purse
 and found two small brass padlocks, the ones that Lisa had bought for
 me and I had brought along. Phil put the keys on the table, then
 locked the bangles on my hands and on my feet together. He cuddled
 close to me as we slept on the bed that night in the quiet cabin by
 the lake.

 The next morning Phil awakened me with a smile and unlocked the locks
 holding my hands and feet. He asked me to take a shower while he
 ordered us some breakfast. My shower finished, I heard room service
 knock and Mr.Brandon let him in while I was brushing out my hair.
 When I heard the man leave I opened the bathroom door to go to the
 table near the window where Phil was setting out the food. I was
 wearing nothing but my bangles and a smile when I sat down, a fact
 that didn't go unnoticed by Mr.Brandon. We sat at the table eating,
 watching little boats out on the lake. Phil told me that some friends
 of his were hosting a party that night that I might like to go to. He
 said that I would fit in well with the type of crowd that would be
 there. Peter and Sue would be there, and he would like me to accompany
 him.

 I, of course, said that I would be pleased to attend the party with
 him so he said we would have to go shopping for an outfit for me as it
 was a kind of costume party. While we sat at the table Mr.Brandon told
 me a little about himself. The business he owned was located in
 California, in the San Joaquin valley where he lived, with branches in
 Taiwan, China and Thailand. He travelled once a year to visit the
 other offices and factories where most of the components were
 produced. He was not married, having not yet found a girl who could
 enjoy the kind of lifestyle he liked. The business had taken a lot of
 his time before, but now it was secure enough that he could take more
 time for himself, to enjoy life a little more.

 He told me that he had joined with a group of people in California
 that shared the kinds of erotic pleasures that he was interested in.
 "You seemed comfortable with the situation I placed you in last night,
 Nissa, when we were making love. I was pleased how well you handled
 it. This party tonight is being hosted by someone from the group, now
 living here in India. It is a fetish party where couples can come to
 act out fantasies in a safe and accepting environment. I hope that you
 still want to go."

 I told Mr.Brandon that I would very much like him to take me to the
 party. We put on some clothes and went out to the car to go and get
 some things for me to wear that night. Phil drove into the city,
 stopping at a big open market. We walked around looking at the clothes
 and jewelry that was for sale. There were a few stalls selling leather
 goods and at one booth the man had some rather interesting things. I
 picked up a kind of vest thing that was made from black leather straps
 and silver buckles. I held it up to me as Phil looked on, a smile
 spreading across his lips.

 Phil walked me to the back of the vendor's stall where there was a
 curtain strung up for people to try on the clothes. He helped me to
 put on the vest, more of a harness really. The leather straps were
 about an inch wide and quite soft against my skin. There were buckles
 and rings everywhere.. It took us a while to figure out how it went,
 but after everything was adjusted and tightened the effect the garment
 had was astounding. Two large silver rings, similar to my bangles,
 went over and around my breasts. There were patches made from woven
 leather strips that fit on these rings to cover my breasts. Phil said
 that I had to have it and I agreed, the sight of the soft leather
 straps crossing my chest and down my back with the gleaming buckles
 was having an effect on the both of us.. We found a short, soft, black
 leather skirt that went nicely with the vest and Mr.Brandon paid the
 man, thanking him for having such fine merchandise.

 At another stall Phil bought me a silver chain for around my neck and
 another that fit around my waist. I had, besides the heels, a pair of
 open sandals which I now wore and I asked if they would be all right
 but he said that I wouldn't need shoes for this party. He found a
 simple white cotton wrap dress that would serve to cover my outfit
 until we reached the party. Then we stopped at a vendor for some
 lunch. Mr.Brandon asked me to order the food since he admitted he
 didn't really know what everything was. I asked him if he liked hot
 and spicy and we settled on a mix of several things that the booth
 served.

 We sat in a nearby park to eat, the food fresh and delicious. Then we
 returned to the car to drive back to the hotel room. We both were
 eager to have me model the outfit so I stripped and Phil helped me
 into the vest, adjusting and tightening the straps until it hugged me
 wonderfully. The skirt had what seemed like extra strong loops where
 the belt went through and we discovered that my bracelets could be
 attached with the two locks that I had brought. We also found out that
 the webbed parts that fastened to the rings around my breasts had
 snaps so they could be removed, leaving the fronts of my tits exposed.

 All this time Mr.Brandon's pants were becoming increasingly tight on
 him so he helped me out of the skirt, leaving my harness in place,
 then pushed me down on the bed and made frantic love to me.

 You must have noticed by now that I am having trouble whether I should
 be calling Phil Brandon as Phil or Mr.Brandon. There were several
 times he had confused me when he would ask me if I wanted something or
 if I felt O.K with something. Then there were other times, like now,
 he pushed me down on the bed, quickly stripped off his pants, then got
 on top of me to push himself forcefully into me and slammed himself
 into me until we both came together in a great flood of released
 emotion. During the shopping trip I had known he would love to see me
 in the harness as soon as I laid eyes on it, yet he had asked me
 several times if I liked it, would I feel comfortable wearing it to
 the party. The silver chains I now wore around my neck and waist he
 had picked off a table, clipped them on me right there, and paid the
 vendor without asking me anything.

 That is what I needed, what I want. To have decisions made for me, and
 to have a trust that those decisions won't cause me too much
 unhappiness or bring some harm to me. More and more I began to hope
 that Phil, Mr.Brandon would be the man to take me and give me the life
 I had been wishing for for so long.

 After our lovemaking much of the urgency had been satisfied and we
 relaxed for a few hours before getting ready for the party. I wore the
 white gown over the black leather skirt and vest, some of the straps
 and the metal rings around my breasts just barely visible at the vee
 neck of the dress. Again Phil gave me a choice, to keep the webbed
 coverings on my breasts or leave them here in the room. I finally just
 said to him "You decide."

 He lifted my gown up and I held it for him as he undid the snaps that
 held the coverings to the rings. Before I dropped the dress down he
 undid the chain around my waist to then put it over top of the gown,
 drawing the material around my waist, accenting my figure and adding
 to the overall look. He put the two coverings in his suitcase, then
 phoned Peter at his hotel. I heard him say we would go out for some
 supper before swinging by to pick them up around eight or so.

 As I followed Phil out to the car I started to notice that with the
 rings around my breasts pushing them out and up, and without the
 webbed coverings on, my nipples were rubbing on the front of the dress
 I had on. When we were seated in the car he looked at me, letting his
 gaze drop to my chest. I saw him looking at my nipples which had
 become two stiff points, pushing at the front of my gown. He gave me a
 grin and with what I could only describe as a low, sadistic chuckle,
 he started the car and we were off.

 I am sure that Phil chose the bumpiest route to the night club where
 we had supper, my breasts bouncing in the confining vest, rubbing my
 nipples against the cotton gown. I nearly came from the stimulation
 before we got there. When I got out of the car he put his arm around
 me and, noticing the flush on my face and chest, I'm sure, whispered
 in my ear, "Not yet, my pet. The night is young."

 My pet. Interesting choice of words, I thought, as we entered the club
 and found a table in the back. The night club was about half full with
 people eating or dancing on the big dance floor a few steps down from
 the tables around it. I noticed the waiter as he took our order
 looking down the front of my dress after seeing the shiny rings around
 my breasts peeking out the top. Mr.Brandon caught him looking too but
 said nothing, just grinned at me. I shifted on my seat, asking the
 waiter about something on the menu, giving him a better look down my
 dress. I heard Phil give a short laugh when he realised what I was
 doing.

 While waiting for the food we danced for a few songs, Phil holding me
 tightly against him. I could feel his hands on my back, under my hair,
 tracing the straps of the harness and feeling the chain around my
 waist. My nipples were still under torment, the steel rings gripping
 around my breasts holding them up, making them stick straight out. I
 knew that he knew what was going on under the front of my gown, his
 warm smiles telling me that he was enjoying watching me deal with it.

 When we saw the food arrive we went back to the table. Phil had asked
 me to choose the meal, something light he said as there would be
 snacks served at the party later. They had, what I thought was the
 best tandoori chicken I had ever tasted. With a bean curry and a fresh
 salad the meal was quite pleasing, he told me. We sat and talked
 after, the ever attentive waiter filling the teapot or asking if we
 wanted anything else. Finally it was time to go. Phil drove us to the
 hotel to pick up his friends.

 Sue was wearing a short coat when she got into the car. I had read
 about parties like the one we were going to but I really had no idea
 what was going to happen there. We arrived at the house, an old
 mansion along a winding road. The house was behind a stone wall with
 big iron gates at the front, and up on a slight hill. Phil parked
 where an attendant showed him and we all got out. I watched as Sue
 took off her jacket and put it in the car. She was wearing a french
 maid's costume complete with the little lace hat which she pinned on
 top of her head. When she turned to put the coat in the car I saw the
 back of the outfit wasn't there. The garters holding her stockings
 framed her naked bum. From the garter at her waist on up, her back was
 bare. I looked at Mr.Brandon who gave me a little nod.

 After undoing the chain around my waist I gathered up the hem of my
 gown and pulled it up over my head. Peter was left speechless. Sue
 said she liked my outfit and asked where I got it. As I clipped the
 silver chain back around my bare waist I told her of our finding it in
 the market this morning. I put the gown in the car and kicked off my
 sandals, leaving them there too. As we walked along to the house I
 could only have faith in Phil, that the spectacle I was presenting
 would be acceptable for this party.  When we got to the front door,
 and then inside, my worries were put to rest as I saw people in more
 bizarre costumes than mine or Sue's.

 Not just the women there, but men too were wearing strange things. I
 saw a few men, some even on hands and knees, naked except for shackles
 and collars, being led by leashes by their mistresses. The bartender
 had a heavy metal band around his hips with a piece down between his
 legs and up the back, his cock and balls securely locked away. Phil
 and Peter got us drinks, then we went around the big house, talking
 with people and seeing ever more unusual things. I was introduced to
 the host, a big hairy man named Carl, and his partner, another big
 hairy man. Bears, I was told, a nickname for big gay men with a lot of
 body hair. They both wore leather outfits, shorts with a harness
 similar to the one I had on, except for the rings that encircled my
 breasts. Carl twirled me around to get the full effect, enchanted with
 my long hair and also the bangles I wore. Phil saved me from further
 gropings by Carl when he pulled me away to get us more drinks.

 The house was a maze of huge ballrooms and dining halls, with many
 small, cozily furnished rooms where people had gathered to chat or
 make out. In one of the big rooms a live band played while the guests
 danced and mingled. The group was very good, a nice mix of old rock
 and roll combined with slow love songs. A couple of other local girls
 and myself were organised to do, what turned out to be a quite erotic
 and sensuous dance while a couple from the band and another man
 accompanied us. The other two had training in the temple dances of the
 south and after a brief run through we took the stage and managed to
 do quite well, dispite the spontaneity of it and our rather bizarre
 costumes. Phil said that I danced well and everyone had enjoyed the
 show we had put on.

 I hadn't seen Peter or Sue for some time now. It was early morning
 before we found them again. On the top floor was a room with seating
 like in a theatre. Phil and I went in. Up on the stage at the end was
 a kind of platform. The room was dark except for one spotlight
 highlighting an apparatus on the platform and the woman strapped to
 it. She let out a scream as the man behind brought a thin stick down
 on her naked bum. The woman was Sue, and the man beating her was
 Peter.

 Phil and I stood in back watching the show his friends were putting
 on. The room was full of people, silently watching. The crack of the
 thin stick loud, Sue's yell louder in the room. I noticed Phil
 glancing at me from time to time, trying to gauge my reaction to the
 scene on the stage. He must have, I thought, noticed my exposed
 nipples had gotten hard as stones again. If he had put his hand on my
 pussy he would have felt the wetness gathering there, since I had no
 panties under the short skirt I was wearing.

 A final swish, crack, and Sue was left sobbing on the apparatus, her
 session over. Peter and another man loosened the ropes and buckles
 which held her, then Peter helped her off the stage to a hearty round
 of applause from the audience. There was a pause in the action. I
 looked at Phil. He stared intently at me. He took my hand and started
 to lead me down to the front of the room.

 My excitement built as we passed the people sitting there, waiting for
 the next act. It was me who would be that next act. The man on the
 stage noticed us moving closer and brightened, speaking into a
 microphone to introduce us. I stepped up onto the stage ahead of Phil,
 walking calmly up to the M.C. He asked me my name and held the mic to
 me as I said "Nissa." I heard, as in a dream, the applause and a few
 appreciative whistles. The man led me to the platform.

 On the platform was a narrow padded bench held up by an A shaped frame
 at each end. At the base of the legs on one end were two leather pads,
 for me to kneel on. Further back from the pads was a board with two
 holes that were padded inside, for my ankles. The top half of that
 board was lifted off it's pegs. Phil told me to take off my skirt. I
 undid the belt and let my skirt drop to the floor, then stepped up and
 knelt on the pads. The top part of the apparatus came to just below my
 waist.

 My ankles were positioned in the holes in the board and the top piece
 was pushed down over them. I looked back as I heard the catches snap
 closed, locking my feet in place, leaving them hanging at the edge of
 the platform. The man handed two straps to Phil and they buckled them
 around my thighs and the legs of the bench, one near my knee and one
 higher up, near my crotch.. I lay down along the bench. It narrowed
 where my breasts went, supporting my chest but comfortable between, my
 breasts and the metal rings around them hanging free on each side. The
 end of the bench split in two to support my head but not to press on
 my face. I watched as the leather wrist cuffs were unlocked, my
 bangles used instead by simply locking them to the ring bolts on the
 legs of the frame near the floor. My hair was gathered up and let fall
 on the side of my head away from the audience. Another wide strap was
 buckled around my body, under my armpits to further hold me down on
 the bench.

 Mr.Brandon knelt in front of my bound body. I could sense the
 excitement in him, in myself, in everyone in the room. He asked me in
 a low voice how I wanted it.

 "I can make this easy, we can put on a good show," he said to me in a
 hushed whisper, "or we can get more serious about it, as serious as
 you want. It is up to you."

 I looked up at his face. "Please, just don't leave any permanent
 marks." I said.

 After a moment he said, "This is going to hurt."

 "I expect it will." I replied.

 I watched a tender look of pride come over his face as he reached out
 to stroke my cheek. The master of ceremonies, who was standing nearby
 and had heard our exchange asked me if I wanted a gag.

 A gag? "Yes please." I heard myself say.

 The man went to a table in the darkened rear of the stage, returning
 with a red rubber ball gag that he pushed into my mouth behind my
 teeth and buckled the strap at the back of my neck. He bent to me and
 said, so Phil and I could hear, "If you want to stop, Nissa, If you
 are in trouble, pull your hands out three times, so we hear the locks
 bang on the rings. That is your safe word. I'll be watching and
 listening for your signal. Do you understand? Try it now, please."

 I pulled my hands outwards three times, the locks banging against the
 rings and my bracelets clearly heard. I shook my head, yes, then
 settled my face in the padded opening of the bench and waited.

 Master went to the table in the back of the stage, returning with his
 choice from the instruments there. He stood in front of my bound form,
 his arms up, displaying the paddle he had selected to the audience,
 between his hands as a magician would display a prop. Master stepped
 in front of me to hold the paddle low, so I could see it. It was about
 fourteen inches long, tapered at one end to form a leather wrapped
 handle. The business end was straight, four inches wide, rounded and
 slightly tapered on the edges. He spun the paddle between his fingers
 and slashed the air before me a few times, getting the feel of it in
 his hand. The reflection of the spotlight above off the polished wood
 flashed hypnotically in my eyes.

 Master walked behind me to stand at the rear of the apparatus, near my
 defenseless bum. He gently ran the hard wood over my ass cheeks from
 the bottom of my back to the tops of my thighs where the upper straps
 were. I felt the wood leave, then come down on my bum with a loud
 crack. He started slow, wacking me not too hard at first, picking his
 spots and smacking my bum all over with the paddle, warming it to the
 onslaught that was to come. The blows started to get harder, the
 stinging smacks igniting a fire in my loins. I could tilt my hips a
 little, wiggle my feet a bit. I could move my head around and flap my
 arms a bit. Everything else was strapped tightly to the bench. I could
 only grunt around the ball in my mouth.

 My bum was burning now, each blow from the paddle sending a tingle
 racing up my spine. I tried to pull up my legs. I couldn't move them
 at all. I tried to reach back with my hands, the locks snapping tight
 against my bracelets. I strained and shook, the smacks still landing
 with stinging regularity. My body tensed and I shook with the first
 orgasm, my mind overtaken with the helplessness of my situation.

 As I came back to reality I sensed a pause in the action. I opened my
 eyes to see the M.C. looking at me, concerned. While I had been
 thrashing my arms he must have thought I had given the signal to stop.
 I shook my hands rattling the locks. I shook my head, no. I was in
 pain but I had not reached my limit. The whipping I had received tied
 to the trees at training school had hurt more, had been all over my
 body, not just my bum. Besides, I did trust Mr.Brandon and I wanted to
 play this session out to it's end. For Him. For Master.

 The M.C. announced that it was just a little miscommunication and that
 the show would continue. Master went to the table and I turned my head
 to watch him. He stripped off his shirt and tie, kicked off his shoes
 and socks. In the dim light I saw him handle several items, then
 choose one and return to the circle of light. He held the item up to
 the audience. There was a roar of approval, filling the room. I sensed
 that many more people had crowded into the room than there was before.
 Master laid the whip over my head, the strips of leather across my
 face, letting me inhale the scent of oiled and well worn leather. It
 was a traditional cat-O-nine tails, although I didn't bother to count.

 Master undid the buckles on my harness, letting the straps hang down
 off the bench under me, bareing my back. He pushed his hand under my
 belly to turn and unhook the silver chain, letting it hang down too.
 He left the cat over my head and went to the table again, returning
 with a stick and a chair. He sat in the chair and poked the stick at
 the soles of my feet, tickling and scratching them. I could not move
 my feet with the stocks holding my ankles tightly in place in their
 padded grip. I could wriggle my toes and twist my feet a bit,
 otherwise they were helpless against the torment from that stick. Just
 when I felt I could take no more tickling my soles were assaulted with
 a barrage of blows from the stick, master whipping the bottoms of my
 tender feet with it.

 As fast as it had started, it stopped, leaving me screaming against
 the ball in my mouth, biting down hard on it. Master threw the stick
 aside, shoved the chair out of the way and plucked the whip from off
 my head. Seconds after the strokes stopped on my feet a new pain
 sparkled across my back as the strips of leather slashed across it.
 Master moved around my bound form bringing the whip down hard on my
 back, my ass, my legs. Everywhere there was some exposed flesh the
 thin strips delivered their stinging fire.

 As much as I could I writhed with the agony of each blow. I started to
 experience the sensation of leaving my body, of floating upwards. This
 time I better understood what was happening and I let the feelings
 take me, up, to where the spotlight was hanging over me. I saw myself,
 bound tightly to the bench, Master, walking calmly around the circle
 of light, slashing down with the whip. I could see as well as feel the
 stripes that the whip was making on my skin.

 Then, quite suddenly, I was drawn back into myself to encounter the
 power of a massive orgasm which was surging through out my body. I
 shook from the forces that crashed through me. I don't know if I had
 inadvertently given the safeword while I thrashed against my bonds, or
 if master had realised what was happening to me, the flood of juices
 running down my thighs, staining the straps around them, a rather
 obvious clue. The whipping had stopped. I came back to thunderous
 applause and cheers from the audience. I felt the gag being unbuckled
 and the ball was eased from my mouth. I turned my head and looked out
 at the room. The lights had come on and I saw people from the party,
 packed into the room, standing and cheering the show master and I had
 given them. I managed a weak smile which brought an intensification of
 the cheers and applause.

 Master appeared in front of me, taking my head gently, turning it to
 face him. He looked deep into my eyes, his face a mixture of warm
 tenderness and fierce pride. He held my head, stroking my cheeks while
 the master of ceremonies went around unlocking and unbuckling the
 bondage which had held me in it's unrelenting embrace. Master helped
 me up, held me while I stood on shaky legs amid another round of
 thunderous applause and cheers. I was walked to the side of the stage
 where cool wet cloths were applied to the back of me, all over. I was
 helped into an adjoining room where I was lain face down on a bed as
 more of the soft, soothing cloths were applied, the slight antiseptic
 smell making my nose twitch. Master never left my side, gently
 stroking my head, telling me how wonderful I was.

 After a while the cloths were lifted carefully from me and a cream was
 applied, gently daubed on by Master and another person. My ass
 especially started to sting more at the touch of the cream but Master
 soothed me, telling me that I would feel better in a few minutes and
 my marks will heal quicker. I did start to feel better as the cream
 was absorbed into my tender flesh. Carl, our host, had come into the
 room and was shaking Phil's hand. "Another fine performance, Phil,
 Best I have ever seen." and to me, "You were wonderful, Nissa,
 absolutely divine." The big man stroked my hair tenderly. "Phil here
 is one of the best, you know. You stood up to it very well, my dear."

 Peter and Sue came in. Sue's bum still had a rosy glow to it, but she
 sat down on the bed beside me and asked how I was doing. By this time
 some of the pain had left me and I managed to raise myself a bit as
 she carefully put her arms around me, gently hugging me. Drinks came
 up from downstairs, a plate of food was set next to me. I felt like a
 queen being pampered and congratulated by all the people who came and
 went from the room. Sue helped me stand and walk to the mirror on the
 closet door. I turned and looked at my back, down my legs. Phil was
 indeed a skilled whip master. The countless red stripes which criss-
 crossed my back and the backs of my legs were laid out in an almost
 draftsman like precision. My bum had a bright red overall glow. There
 was no bleeding, only a few raised welts which I was told would heal
 completely in a week or so.

 Phil said that we should go. My cotton gown had been retrieved from
 the car, along with Sue's jacket. The outfit I had worn to the party
 was in a bag which Phil carried. The waist chain sparkled around his
 neck, hanging down across his chest, his shirt open in front. Our
 group made it's way downstairs, guests gently reaching to touch Sue's
 and my arm as we passed, wishing us well. Outside, birds were singing
 in the gray light of dawn. The car had been brought to the front and
 Sue and I got in the back seat. Sue's bum was not as sore as mine so I
 lay down, my head in her lap with my weight on my side as we drove to
 Peter's hotel.

 Peter suggested that we all come up to their room to sleep. There were
 two big beds and a couch there. Sue and I took one bed, Phil was
 offered the other and Peter took the big couch.

 I awoke sometime that evening to find Sue snuggled closely behind me.
 Her arm was around my waist and her leg was over mine. When I moved
 she started, then rolled over onto her back. I rolled over to face
 her, feeling only a slight twinge from my bum when I slid across the
 sheets. I said good morning as she opened her eyes.

 The men were still passed out so Sue and I held each other and cuddled
 a bit before Peter stirred and looked over at us. Sue and I, both
 nude, kissed each other and hugged while Peter watched. Then he got up
 and crossed over to lay behind his wife to stroke up and down her back
 with his hands. I went to Phil and gently shook him awake. I said that
 they might be worried about me back at the trading company. He said
 that we should call and he would tell them he would be returning with
 me tomorrow, since it was getting late.

 Phil made the call from the room as I listened in. He got through to
 Dora and he explained about the party which had gone on all night, and
 about the whipping that I had received there. Dora asked to speak to
 me and I told her that I was all right, that Mr.Brandon had taken good
 care of me. Before he rang off he asked if the head administrator
 could see him around noon, when we would arrive. The little wink Phil
 gave me made my heart skip a beat.

 Peter ordered room service and we had a wonderful feast before Phil
 and I left to go back to his hotel. He stopped to pick up some wine
 before driving to the cottage beside the lake. It was when we were
 sitting at the table, sipping the wine that he told me how he felt
 about me, that he had fallen deeply in love with me and he would be
 honoured and proud to have me as his wife.

 Phil said that I showed him that I was someone who would give him the
 kind of relationship that he had wanted, had needed for so long. I was
 someone that could give the ultimate gift, that of ones self,
 something that was more precious than anything else. "It is a gift
 that I would cherish until the end of time." he said.

 I wept, I was so touched by Phil's words. "Oh, yes, master." I said
 through the tears, "I am yours to do with as you please."

 We stood and he hugged me to him tightly. "My beautiful Nissa." he
 whispered in my ear, "You are mine and mine alone, forever more."

 Later on we took our glasses of wine and walked along the shore of the
 lake, stopping to sit on the grass and hold each other, looking up at
 the stars. Phil took my chain from his neck and put it around my waist
 again. He hooked his fingers through it and the one around my neck,
 pulling on them. "These chains," he said, "serve to bind you to me.
 They represent the unbroken love I have for you."

 He looked so solemn I had to laugh. "Yes, Master." I said. That got
 him to smile and then I jumped on top of him. We lay on the grassy
 shore of the lake long into the night, laughing and kissing, exploring
 each other's bodies with our hands like it was the first time. Then we
 went back to the cabin to the big bed where we slept together, master
 first putting Lisa's locks at my wrists and ankles and pocketing the
 keys with the heart shaped pendant hanging from the ring.

 We headed back to Pune in the morning, arriving at the trading company
 building just before noon. I was asked to wait in the lobby while the
 receptionist showed Phil into the head administrators office. It was
 only ten minutes later that I was told to go upstairs and say my
 goodbyes, that I would be leaving with Phil that afternoon. I went
 around saying goodbye to all my friends there. The other girls, and
 Dora wished me the best of luck in my new life. After I had gathered
 my few belongings, Dora took me down to the administrator's office.
 Mr.Brandon stood when I entered and gave me a hug.

 The administrator said that the financial arrangements had not yet
 been completed but that an exception was to be made for us and I could
 leave now if I wanted to. Phil explained that he would need to sell
 off most of his company, and also his house in California, to meet the
 commitment for me. When I looked up there were tears in my eyes. Phil
 said that all that he owned meant nothing if he couldn't have me, and
 not to worry.

 "I don't think you would like California, Nissa." Phil said. "And to
 be honest, I am a little tired of it now. Carl moved here five years
 ago and he and his friend seem quite happy here. This is a big and
 beautiful country and I think I would like living here too."

 The administrator shook my hand, and Phil's. "You two make a fine
 couple," he said, "And I am happy for you both. I wish you the best of
 luck."

 He walked us out to the car. As we drove away I reached out my hand
 and Phil took it, glancing lovingly at me as he drove. That he was
 willing to give up everything for me made me realise how much I meant
 to him. We dropped off the rental car at the airport, then boarded the
 plane for the flight to his home.

 Master sold off most of his company and his nice car and big house in
 the valley. He was able to pay the fee for me within six months. He
 retained a small micro chip foundry and an assembly plant in Thailand
 which he visits from time to time. We have a nice house on the coast
 in Kerala state, just north of Cochin, which I felt right at home in
 the minute I saw it. Master is quite happy living here too, the hustle
 and fast life of California forgotten, for the slower, more relaxed
 way of life here.

		    --=--

 I have lived with Master for four years now. We are both so very happy
 in our nice house by the sea. A few months ago we went to another
 fetish party at Carl's house. I wore the same outfit as last time, the
 nipple covers on, for the start of the party. This time Carl and I had
 time to organize a dance show with seven other girls from a local
 dance studio. The girls and I put on a wonderful show for the guests,
 two of the more erotic temple dances and a very sensuous belly dance
 number. Later on I watched as Master put the whip to a lovely little
 blond girl in the room upstairs while the guests cheered him on. Her
 screams filled the room as she came and came, charged with the power
 of Master's domination of her. I was bursting with pride standing near
 him as he tended to her wounds afterwards in the room next door, and
 later, as he talked to friends from California who had come all this
 way just to see him work.

 Master still puts me under the whip from time to time. Not often, but
 when he thinks I want it, or need it. I have total trust in Master,
 I know that he will never hurt me, never really bad I mean.

 Master's business is doing very well again. He is off to secure some
 new contracts in the Philippines and in Australia now. He said that he
 expects to return at the end of this week. This journal has taken me
 longer than I thought it would. I will post this part tonight, and I
 hope that he has time to read it, and that he was pleased with my
 efforts.

 To my darling master, my life. All my love:  Nissa.


 [End of part 3]

      Dino Dave.   Oct.1999