The Captain’s announcement startled Peggy from her deep thoughts. Her heart was pounding at neck breaking speed as the plane began it’s descend. She had been increasingly unsettled since the plane took off from Singapore, She couldn’t believe her impulsive guts got her this far this time.

Since birth, Peggy had almost everything that money can buy. She is the only child to a pair of successful property agents whom are also popular figures in the local socialite scene. They showered her with lots of materials gifts in compensation to their absences in her life. They had little expectations from her as well, except for one simple rule: She must not engage into anything that would disgrace them.

At 23, she still lead a carefree life, hopping in and out of jobs. She had just broke off from her puppy love of 4 years, after realising he could not provide her with the only thing that she yearn for since childhood, Control. She dreams for that resolute someone who can take charge of her life, dictating on what she should wear, what she should eat, where she should go. That was the missing element in her whole life.

Her harmless fairytale fantasy manifested into a sinister desire as she mature but she was too ashamed to confide with anyone. She had long concluded that she was ill mentally until some day last year she read a magazine article about BDSM while at the salon. She googled on that and discovered a whole new interpretation to her desire, something which she could finally relate to. She began seeking solace in an online BDSM network where she could chat freely with like-minded soulmates and engaging in online role-play to feed her desire behind the virtual veil.

Recently, she hook up with a couple from KL, Michael & Michelle whom she had an unexplainable affinity, probably because of the presence of a Mistress that makes the whole relationship more reliable or probably because they are based away but yet not too far from Singapore. Last Wednesday during their online chat Michelle suddenly proposed a real-time session, on a neutral ground, and even until now Peggy still cannot fathom why she agreed to that immediately.

That doesn’t matter now as she emerged from the customs counter with passport in her hand bypassing the baggage collection. The rules were set last Wednesday, she was not allowed even a hand carry handbag for this trip. She didn’t wait long before Michelle’s incoming SMS, telling her the hotel address and room number. Peggy hopped into a taxi and began her journey to her virgin real-time BDSM session…

She reached the destination within the hour, it was a thoroughly run-down narrow building along a rowdy back alley. Peeled wall and rusty window grilles greeted her as she stepped into the building, the lone lady behind the front desk didn’t even bother to look up as Peggy headed for the cement stairs beside. She stopped on the third storey and greeted by a Caucasian man and a local lady locking lips and groping each other along the narrow corridor. They weren’t bothered by Peggy’s presence at all. She squeezed past the couple, trying her best to avoid any contact. However just as she moved away from them, the guy’s hand swung to her buttock and gave a big squeeze. Peggy yelped in surprise at the molest and turned her bums away from him, the couple simply laughed it off and continued their lip locking, his hand retracted back beneath her t-shirt. Peggy could only resigned to outrage molest and back off.

She walked past three doors before finally stopped in front of 3213. Her breathing grew heavier as she stood still staring at the jaded number plate. This was her final chance to back out. She couldn’t make up her mind to lift her hands or her legs, all now weighing a tonne each. She finally mustered all courage and knocked on the door.

The door remained closed but she can hear TV noises from inside, she gave another knock but still no response. Peggy knew they were inside waiting for her and she also knew very well the reason why the door remained closed. She turned to check on the couple and they were still there groping each other.

She swallowed whatever saliva down her dry throat and hands slowly moved up behind her back. Her left hand pressed onto her spaghetti dress while her right fingers pulled down the zipper along her spine. Both hands then slide beneath the straps on her shoulders and slowly pushed them aside, her face blushed as the dress flow down onto the dull carpet. She wasted no time in unclipping her strapless wacoal and strip down her thong before stepping out of the pile of clothes. She pick up her dress, bra and thong, folded them clumsily and held with both hands close to her chest.

Her head bowed in utter humiliation, standing butt naked now in front of the door. She dared not turned to check if her actions had drawn the attention of that horny couple but their whistling and their sniggers already answered her doubts. She could only pray for the door to open and spared her from further embarrassment. Her chin quivered as tears well up.

The door finally opened after one long minute and Peggy stepped in hurriedly to escape from the insulting cheers from the couple. She gave a relieving sigh before realising she had just escaped into another hell. Michelle remained seated on the chipped wooden armchair in front of her while Michael was behind, closing the door after her. Peggy was captivated by Michelle’s beauty, her radiant complexion shone in contrast against the dated room, her smooth and shiny black hair tucked neatly behind both ears and end above her shoulders, her pair of eyes and lips emit an overwhelming sense of friendliness and warmth even though she wasn’t smiling, plus her distinct dimple on her right cheek, she was the ideal face everyone would love to see on the morning news.

“Welcome to Phuket, hope your journey so far has been pleasant. You look exactly like the photo you sent over, even to your bushes below.”

Michelle spoke as she stood up and walked over to Peggy, placing both hands on her shoulders to extend her warm welcome. Peggy remained speechless and blushed over the last part of Michelle’s comment.

“That is my husband, Michael and he is bloody famished by now, waiting for your arrival to have our dinner together. And since you don’t know how to fold your clothes neatly, then you wouldn’t be needing them from now on.”

Michelle took over the stack of clothes from Peggy and placed them to the cupboard beside the bed, she took out the white halter neck silk dress and handed it to Peggy.

“Now, if your 32B 23 30 is true, this dress should fit you nicely.” Michelle spoke matter-of-factly.

Peggy flushed again as she collected the silk fabric from Michelle and readily put it on, she’s still not used to being naked in front of her new friends. However this dress does little in covering her modesty too. The flimsy silk drape loosely from her neck, offered only faint conceal over her breasts and with the plunging neckline to her belly and the low bare back, this dress was screaming for attention in every direction. Any arches of her shoulders would expose her boobs from the sides but if she stood upright and pushed back her shoulders, her nipples would be pushing firmly against the silk, creating an inviting focal point. She tried asking Michelle for her own clothes back or at least the bra but was greeted with a hostile frown.

Peggy was brought to a crowded al fresco along the beach. A corner table offered by the waiter, probably he felt it would be more appropriate to tuck scantily-dressed Peggy away from the masses, but Michelle rejected the offer and insisted on a table right in the middle. Michael proceeded with his order, an extra-large seafood platter for himself and 2 beers for the ladies before dismissing the waiter, much to the surprise of Peggy. Her last meal was 8 hours ago in Singapore, she was famished as well.

Throughout the dinner, Michelle was the only one speaking, sharing with Peggy her BDSM experiences while Michael devoured his oysters, prawns & calamari in silence. His expression was somehow unnatural though.

After 3 rounds of beer in her empty stomach, Peggy began to feel tipsy and the need to use the bathroom. She excused herself and was about to stand up when Michelle gripped her wrist firmly.

“No. You are NOT going anywhere without my consent. Sit down.” Michelle’s voice now filled with such strong assertion and her chilling stare overpowered Peggy. She could only pulled back the chair and sat her buttock down, hoping the dinner would end soon.

Michael finally finished his last bite of the calamari after two hours with an agonising face. Peggy had already down eight bottles of beer, her gastric was growling audibly and a sharp pain on her bursting bladder. Her face turned pale and eyes watery, she was breaking into cold sweat and couldn’t hold onto her bladder anymore. She tried begging Michelle for permission to use the bathroom but was again ignored.

“You see that building over there?” Michelle finally spoke.

Peggy grazed over her shoulder for a quick glance and nod weakly.

“There is a supermarket inside, occupying two levels and they have a toys department but I forgot which level. In their toy department, there is this police toy set that comes with a toy gun and a pair of plastic handcuffs…  ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?!” Michelle caught Peggy’s eyes drifting away again.

“Yes, I am…  what about the toy set?” Peggy replied in her stupor.

“Bring us two sets of that.”

“Alright. And how much does they costs?” Peggy asked innocently, puzzled over Michelle’s silly request.

“I don’t know.” Michelle quipped as she pay the waiter for the dinner and all ready to leave with Michael.

“If that’s the case, probably give me 500 baht first and I will return any excess to you.”

“You will get a single cent from us to fulfil this task. You can either beg or steal or even prostitute yourself, just make sure you return to our room with the items within the next hour” Michelle pulled her face close to Peggy, whispering the harsh remarks in the most vicious tone.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you just confess an hour ago that you yearn to do something extraordinary for this trip? That you wanted so badly to surrender your control? That you are confident in completing whatever humiliating tasks given? So it seems all those were just empty boastings. We shall make a move first, don’t keep us waiting for too long” Michelle locked her lips onto Peggy’s, whom was shell shocked by her instructions and now her smooch.

Michelle’s index finger jabbed into Peggy’s waist as a parting shot, causing her to yelp in surprise, attracting everyone’s attention. And a short burst of urine also leaked out from her sudden twitch.

Feeling completely at loss, Peggy remained glued to the chair as the pair walked away. She took a long while to recompose herself and weigh the options. Definitely she won’t prostitute herself over 500 baht, and to go around begging in this attire will only result in getting raped! More importantly, she has never begged before in her entire life, not sure how to go about doing that.

She decided to shoplift, as it required the least courage among all options. Standing at the deserted corner of the supermarket, staring blankly at the police toy set, there was only 1 set left. She scanned around for anyone or surveillance cameras, both hands reached for the toy and plucked it off the rack. Slipping it beneath her dress, hands pressed it against her crotch from outside, that’s the only area that her skimpy dress could hide the toy fully. She made for the exit, picking up speed as she approached the exit. She dared not raise her head as she squeeze past the cashier and ran as fast as she could the moment she left the building. Her heart was throbbing from the intensive excitement. This was her first shoplift.

The door was wide open when Peggy returned. Michelle was seated on the same armchair while Michael was nowhere to be seen. Peggy handed over her trophy proudly and tried to explain for the missing second set, however Michelle was not at all impressed, tossed the toy onto the bed and ordered Peggy to bend over, hands on her knees and eyes on the floor.

She walked over the cupboard for the leather crop and Peggy’s pile of clothes.

“Have you counted on the number of atrocious mistakes you have committed so far?” She dropped the clothes in front of Peggy. Peggy keep silence, unsure what answer would be appropriate.

“Answer Me!”

“N…  No…”

“Let me list them out one by one and each one mistake deserves 10 counts, starting with your ignorance over your own misgivings.

Mistake #2: What was my instruction to you last week about your arrival?”

“That I must strip myself naked before knocking on the door…  But there were some people along the walkway when I arrived this afternoon!”

“I am not interested with any excuses, That’s 20 strokes.

#2: What was my specific instruction on your attire for this trip?” Michelle paced towards Peggy’s raised hips.

“I am not allowed any undergarments.”

“But why do I see bra and panty on your blouse? That’s another 20 count for each garment.

“#4: Did you use the washroom after we left the restaurant?”

“… … Yes.” Peggy hesitated for a long moment before answering, she almost wanted to lie for this charge.

“Good. I like honesty. That’s 10.” She flipped Peggy’s dress up, exposing her bony ass. She saw a full blister of wetness on her cunt.

“#5: How many toy sets did I ask for?”

“2…But like I said, there was only…”

“I don’t need excuses, only results! Don’t make me repeat again. If you can’t accept my rules, your clothes are right in front of you and the door is wide open.”

Michelle paused for Peggy’s final decision. She always tests her new slave’s resolution before throwing her brutal best into the session. Peggy remained still in her position, eyes locked to her clothes on the floor. There was an awkward silence in the room.

“Excellent. Since you have decided to stay, I will not show any mercy as well. But at any point during the session if you feel the need to stop, just say “Red Red Red”. Do you understand?”

Peggy nodded.

“Good. That shall be 70 counts in total, 35 on each side and you better count them loud and clear, else we just have to restart this all over again.” Michelle raised her crop high after seeing Peggy made no attempt to leave this room.

Peggy greeted the first stroke on her right asscheek with a loud cry and was already weeping loudly on the tenth, lost her counting on the thirtieth and struggled to remain standing on the fiftieth, begging for mercy. Michelle was indifferent towards her pleas and sorrows, administering each stroke with the same forceful swing.

Michelle stopped at the seventieth stroke, she did not pursue the fact that Peggy has not kept up to her counting task. Peggy collapsed to the floor in pain, her bum was swollen with burning red marks and bloody streaks. This was an instantly sobering remedy to her drunkenness.

Michelle walked back to her cupboard, changing the leather crop for three lengths of nylon ropes and returned to Peggy. Ignoring her wailing, Michelle sat her up and pulled the halter-neck off her neck. Placing both hands behind her, wrists to elbows, Michelle began coiling the first rope over her arms, from the left forearm to the right, firmly disabled Peggy’s hands.

She took off Peggy’s heels next and placed her on kneeling before tying a rope on each ankle over her thighs, leaving no allowance for her legs to unfold and making sure her raw bum pressed firmly against her soles. Michelle moved behind her next and began pleating her long tresses into a neat tail. She was done with Peggy within ten minutes.

Michelle retreated into the bathroom after settling Peggy and giving her specific order not to move a single inch. After a dreadful 15 minutes, She finally emerged from the bathroom in her new attire. Gone was the mini dress, in replacement was a skin tight glossy pvc pants with a shiny golden zipper extending from her front crotch across her pussy to her back. The pvc wrapped so tightly around her legs and torso, emulating her ample and toned bums. Her top is a matching long sleeve jacket that it is so small the zipper could only reach to her abdomen level, leaving the large part of her chest exposed. Peggy’s vision fixated at her wide cleavage and the shallow curves of her boobs disappearing beneath jacket, she has never been so captivated by a woman.

She strolled slowly towards Peggy in her 5 inches boots, on her hand was a metal chain extending into the bathroom. Before Peggy could speculate what is on the other end, Michael stumbled clumsily out of the bathroom on all fours. His legs were forced apart by a long spreader bar, both hands bound to his shin by the same method used on Peggy, coiling from his knees down to his ankles. The long chain attached to his neck collar and he is stark naked except for a transparent plastic cage encasing his penis.

Even with his bondage, His 1.8metre frame still looked more imposing beside Michelle. This sheer contrast created quite an amusing sight.

“Cindy, why don’t you re-introduce yourself to our new friend here?” Michelle pulled him to the front, facing Peggy.

“Yes Madam. I am Madam slut, Cindy. Madam owns my body, my soul and I am below everyone when this collar is on my neck.” Michael spoke with strong conviction and pride.

Peggy remained silence in disbelief that these words came out from such a hunky and charismatic man.

“Why don’t you tell Piggy here what is that little cage over my prick. She seems pretty curious over it.”

“Yes Madam, this is a cock cage, CB4000. Madam installs it to protect her asset from any unauthorised abuse.”

“Good. Now tell Piggy when was the last time this thing was removed?”

“Seven days, Madam.”

Peggy could clearly see how uncomfortably his fat prick squeezing against the clear plastic casing, unsure if his erection was caused by her naked bound body.

“Seven days! Boy, I didn’t realised we were already here for a week. Those testicles must be engorged with expired sperm.” Michelle’s fingers caressing his scrotum, further provoking the squashed erection.

“Now, I will keep up to my promise to release the CB4000 since you managed to finish your dinner. Tonight’s seafood must have been more than what you have eaten for your whole life, isn’t it?”

Now Peggy realised why his agonised face at dinner earlier, this chap don’t take seafood!

“And I am feeling real generous tonight, so let’s play a little game with Piggy!” Michelle cut the binder loose, immediately his monstrous prick pushed the cap away. He let off a loud relieving sigh and his frowny face loosen.

“Our guest, Miss Piggy here told me she is an expert in blowjob. She claimed that her mouth could make any guy cum within ten minutes. Now, I think she is a BIG FAT LIAR on this. So I need you to prove that she is lying.

This game is simple. Missy Piggy will give you a blowjob until you cum, I will keep the time and it will end when she swallow every drop of your expired sperm. If she can achieve that in ten minutes, she win and if you last over ten minutes, you win.

Winner gets to sleep beside me tonight, Loser will have to spend the night outside this room.”

Peggy was speechless. She’s a noob in blowjob, in fact she finds it disgusting sucking on a peeing organ, let alone swallow the output. She was also puzzled over her name change. Michael wasted no time in positioning himself for the big reward, sitting down with his legs widely restrained, his rock hard prick throbbing invitingly to Peggy.

“Go on Piggy, prove to us how good you are! This should be easy for you since your opponent is a seven day-old virgin.” Peggy saw that evil grin on Michelle’s face, as well as the horny expression on Michael, anticipating his free service. Her eyes welled with tears, she felt miserable and fear.

“The time starts now!”  Michelle declared after seeing that Peggy made no effort to initiate and triggered the stopwatch on her mobile phone.

Peggy forced herself onto Michael’s engorged cock reluctantly. Her raw bum reminded her against begging and the best way to avoid further punishment was to win this wager.

Michael fell into a deep trance of ecstasy to her amateurish blowjob. His moaning incited Peggy sub-consciously, she felt an increasing sense of achievement amid her humiliation, she began to enjoy the job, she was confused. Michelle decided to join in the fun and stood over Michael’s head, pulled apart her crouch zip, exposing her glistening pussy over his mouth. He needed no further invitation. His lips cupped her cunt and tongue stirred through her vagina folds, sucking for the sweet nectar within deliciously.

It didn’t take long before the couple succumbed to their orgasm together. Michelle screamed uncontrollably as she rocked herself over Michael’s teeth and his muffled growls, unabashed over the presence of a stranger, the open door or the neighbours. Peggy pulled out from the spurting cock, unable to bring herself to accept the disgusting and foul semi-liquid.

Michelle took a while before regaining her composure.

“Well, looks like I failed to check on the duration our Missy Piggy took BUT since she did not swallow those sperm, so the winner is Michael.”  Michelle’s proclamation denoted the start of Peggy’s fresh round of degradation.

She wasn’t forgiven for not swallowing Michael’s cum and was ordered to lick up the gross slime off the dusty floor. Peggy could feel her stomach churning as she gulped down what resembled a rotten raw egg white. She had to fight hard against vomiting while forcing her throat to open up.

With still more than half of the spillage on the floor, Michelle got impatient over Peggy’s tardiness. She grabbed Peggy’s head to the floor and rubbed her face on the remaining spillage. Peggy couldn’t take the harsh humiliation anymore and finally uttered the safeword.

“Red… Red…”

Michelle stopped her actions immediately, looking into Peggy’s eyes, waiting if she was serious in calling off this session. But Peggy only sprawled on the floor, crying inconsolably.

After half a minute, Peggy was still crying but did not say out the last of her safeword. Taking that as a no, Michelle proceeded with her play.

She transferred the collar from Michael’s throat onto Peggy and nudged her into the bathroom, made her squat on the marble-tiled floor. Michael was ordered into the bathroom as well.

“Mike, Piggy is rather dirty now. Can you spare her some liquid to clean up?” Michelle hugged Peggy firmly from behind, both hands on her pair of breasts.

“Yes Madam.” He stepped forward with his flaccid penis pointing at Peggy’s face.

Peggy opened her mouth slightly, anticipating another blowjob but choked on Michael’s stream of urine instead. She was completely caught unaware and choked on the first mouthful of the yellowish liquid, it was warm and saltish. To Peggy, this tasted worse than his cum.

She struggled to break loose from Michelle’s hug and Michael’s stream of golden shower but it was useless and painful. Michelle dug her nails into Peggy’s nipples, struggling would only incur more piercing pain to Peggy. She could only close her eyes and lips, praying for the urine to end soon. But Michelle was not letting this be easy, she twisted her pinch to make Peggy yell out in pain while Michael took the chance and continue spraying his urine into her mouth.

Michael took quite a long while to empty his bladder on both ladies and it was Michelle’s turn next. This time Peggy did not bother to put up any struggle as she lay unrestrained on the floor with Michelle’s kneeling over her head, it doesn’t matter anymore. Her mind was blank, She could hear Michelle’s insulting sniggers, calling her all sorts of names. Her tears blended into Michelle’s gushing urine, flowing into her nose, mouth and ears. She was completely decimated. She felt an immerse sense of shame and guilt, but she also experienced a never before pleasurable tinkling sensation in her cunt.

She was denied of any cleaning up after Michelle emptied her bladder and spat on her face. A blindfold was put over her eyes, rendered her in complete darkness. Michelle nudged her out of the bathroom next and guided her to the balcony. Peggy could feel the chilly wind and the music from the pubs below. Not able to see how exposed she was to the public, she cowered into a ball on the floor in a desperate bid to protect her modesty. Michelle used the toy handcuff to lock her hands behind and clipped the collar chain to the balcony’s metal railing. 

“You better rest well, tomorrow will be another crazy day for you.” Michelle whispered into her ears before retreating back into the room.

The party below seems to be going on forever, just like the load moaning of Michelle & Michael on the bed. Peggy could hear loud moans of pleasure, screams of pain, cracking of whips, spanking, flogging and many more funny noises that she could not relate to. She had a desperate urge to touch herself but her hands were immobilised by the handcuffs. She tried rubbing her thighs to get whatever little pleasure on her horny clit but only to earn more canings from Michelle.

This repetition went on and on, this night was long and frustrating.