OMG Travels with my Mistress
By Liverpool Kiss
Part 7


Mansfield_park3094@hotmail.com

I lay on my back, tied to the rough makeshift wooden cross, my ankles were
forced wide apart, my cock and balls bruised and bloodied and my spirit
broken. I was exposed and vulnerable and whatever challenge I had once offered
was long forgotten, the idea of me being seen as anything other than a
compliant submissive slave whose only use was to be used was difficult to
realize. Everything that I knew about the project I had explained in minute
detail to Madam Mindiri and her staff. Orla and Lisa had watched as the tiny
Thai women had extracted every ounce of information from me. They had the
address of my contacts in China who were supplying all of the major
components, I would still have to go to two of the suppliers as I had the
supply rights to SE Asia. There were things that I needed to be involved in
with the purchases. This irked Madam Mindiri, she didn't want me to leave
Thailand, but after a chat with Pouna it was decided that Pouna would
accompany me and Orla and Lisa to China. Pouna spoke Mandarin and with her
present during the negotiations Madam Mindiri felt things would be negotiated
to her satisfaction

Pouna sat on my chest the rest of the women sat around the room watching as
she played her cigarette across my chest she singed the hairs that remained on
my chest. Her skirt rode up her thighs revealing her white satin panties, she
edged slowly forward until her panties were on my chin she looked down at me
over the hem of her skirt. I could smell her, the rich cocktail of perfume and
pussy juices her damp panties covered my mouth and ever slowly her body crept
towards my nose, she sat on my mouth and soaked satin panties covered my nose,
she leaned forward and looked down at me. The women were watching me, amused
at how I struggled beneath her. I was tied to the cross unable to move; she
was taking sadistic delight in watching me struggle, my eyes must have looked
like organ stops though the holes in the helmet. The women chatted excitedly
when they realised what she was doing. She was smothering me, her damp panties
became drenched in her juices and I was drowning under her, my neck tied to
the rough timber and my head held firmly between her thighs, I began to panic,
and the more I panicked the more Pouna pressed her crotch over my mouth and
nose, she looked deep into my eyes and smiled, I begged her with my eyes no
other communication was possible, she slowly slid back and allowed me to
breath, just for a second or so and slowly eased forward again and the white
satin covered my mouth and nose and she stopped just before she covered my
eyes again the same ritual the same sadistic enjoyment of watching me fight
for breath, each time she sat on me a couple of seconds longer. She controlled
every aspect of my life; if that was the message she was sending. It was
working; I was aware of her power. She slid back again, and allowed me to
breath, but only for a second ...

She toyed with me for about half an hour until she became bored with me. She
had broken me; tiny Pouna had me in the palm of her hand and we both knew it.

*

Our flight to Shanghai left at the ridiculous time of two a.m. We left
Mukdahan at six in the evening and we flew from Ubon Ratchathani to Bangkok
and we spent three hours in the Transit Lounge. Both Lisa and Orla were flying
Business Class Pouna and I were flying

The plane settled down after take-off. The cabin crew went through the plane,
but no one was in the mood for a meal, it was a little after two am. The
aircraft levelled out at it cruising altitude, the lights were dimmed and we
tried to sleep in the cramped economy seats. I thought of Orla and Lisa up in
Business Class and wondered if they were having such problem in their
salubrious surroundings.

I sat next to Pouna; she had no problem getting comfortable. She sat next to
the window I had the aisle seat and the there was a vacant seat between us,
She lifted the arm rests and took the pillows and blankets and made a
comfortable bed for herself. She draped her legs over my lap and in a few
minutes she was fast asleep.. I plugged in the headset and tried to watch a
movie. And despite of everything, the pain I was carrying, the uncomfortable
seats, the mental anguish of losing everything despite everything I started to
drift off, but I wasn't asleep for long; Pouna got up and went to the toilet
at the back of the plane, I sat there and waited for her to return. My
wardrobe was reduced to the clothes I was wearing, I had a pair of Levi's,
sandals, no socks and no underwear; the limited supply of Orla's that I had
been wearing had been ripped beyond repair by various people, and the women
also decided that underwear restricted their access to my bits. I wore a shirt
that Madam Mindiri had given me, it had once belonged to her husband who was a
couple of sizes smaller than me and it fit where it touched. I had no watch,
no passport, Lisa held that, no wallet, Orla had that, I was feeling more than
a little sorry for myself when Pouna returned. She climbed over me and
returned to her little bed that she had made. The cabin was dark a few
monitors threw patches of light about the cabin, but all around us was in
darkness. Pouna leaned back against the window and hitched her skirt up her
thighs she reached forward and grabbed my by the hair and pulled my head down
towards her lap, she raised the hem of her skirt. She had removed her panties
and she pushed my head under her skirt and I buried my face in her womanhood.
"You know what to do." Was all she said. She pulled the blanket over herself
and wrapped her legs around my neck and never let go. I was comfortable, I was
warm and I wanted to please her, so I gave her the best oral she had ever had.
I was beginning to learn, beginning to understand this was now my job, to be
the best I could be for her, and my other Owners.

I'm not sure what the people in the seats around us thought, but there could
not have been much doubt in anyone's mind what we were involved in, if Pouna's
sighs and moans were any indication. Fortunately, even though it was October
the sun started to penetrate the cabin at about five thirty, and as soon as
the sun crept through the window, Pouna decided my activities should cease. We
returned to a sitting position Pouna beside the window and she told me to sit
beside her. Orla had cut the pockets out of my jeans and Pouna knew this and
put her hand into my pocket and quickly found my balls. They were swollen to
twice their normal size, which, if anything, amused Pouna even more. She
grabbed and kneaded my balls, she squeezed and ground them together in her
fist and I could do nothing to stop her. Not even breakfast stopped her; as
the attendants served us she made a point of embarrassing me, and making me
make deliberate noises as she ground my balls together. The female attendants
knew what she was doing and they exchanged in a humorous conversation, as I
sat there in dumb ignorance.

We arrived in Shanghai at seven and it was an hour later when we checked into
the Ramada. Lisa still had my passport and wallet and in the few minutes we
had been in China the women at the reception knew that I was completely
dominated by Lisa and Orla. I was almost invisible as Orla and Lisa signed and
spoke for me, my passport was scanned and returned to Lisa, my credit card was
used as a guarantee and returned to Orla, the receptionists sniggered among
themselves. Pouna understood them and said something which made them all laugh
out loud. Pouna put her hand in my pocket and almost pulled my balls out to
show them. Lisa and Orla went to their rooms while Pouna and I shared a room
on the Third Floor. I was sent to the room while Pouna went with Orla and
Lisa.

'Shower and be waiting for me when I get back,' She had told me and I was far
too scared of her to disobey her. Ten minutes later I was lying on the bed
with a towel wrapped around me waiting for her. She breezed into the room and
said nothing to me, her confidence growing every day. She pulled her computer
from her bag and set it up. I watched her for a few minutes, but she seemed to
be engrossed in what she was doing and I picked up the remote and turned on
the TV.

'Turn that off!' She snapped, and I obeyed her. She got up and went to the
bathroom. I heard her have a shower and the few minutes later she emerged form
the bathroom in a big fluffy dressing gown. She stood at the end of the bed,
'take the towel off,' she ordered, and I lay on the bed naked before her. She
stood at the end of the bed all five foot of her, her jet black hair was
short, just covered her ears and the collar of the dressing gown which she was
removing, a second later she stood before me, naked except for a large black
dildo that bounced before her.

'GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SUCK MY COCK.' Pouna ordered, and without a second of
hesitation I was on my knees before her, and took the 10 inch dildo in my
mouth, unbeknown to me everything was being streamed down to the receptionists
at the front desk and to Orla's computer.

I nearly gagged on the thing as she tried to force it down my throat. She
grabbed me by the ears and pulled my mouth on to the dildo as she thrust her
hips jamming the cock down my throat. I gagged and tried to protested, then
she hit me with a stinging right hand.

"Please Mistress Pouna.....I'm sorry, I'm sorry.'

'NOT AS SORRY AS YOU ARE GOING TO BE.' She yelled. I cowered before her as she
pushed me on to the bed she forced a pillow under my stomach and forced my
buttocks apart she looked for my ass-hole and stuck a finger into me, quickly
followed by a second, then a third her hand was smeared in vaseline, she
wanked her dildo smearing it with the gel then offered the black gnarled dildo
to my asshole and slowly forced her cock into me.

'AAGGGHHHHHHH,' she dug her fingernails into my buttocks for extra purchase
and pushed the large dildo deeper and deeper into me.
'AAAAGGGHHHHPPPLLLEEEEEEAAAAAA!' She drove the thing into me, pushed it as I
naturally tried to resist. I squirmed and writhed and probably assisted her.
She grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back. and pulled me back onto
her cock. All the way until I felt the top of her legs against my arse cheeks.
She then started to ease it out.

'OOOOOHHHHHPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAASSSSSSSTOPPPLLLLEAAAAA..MISTRESS
POOOONNAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHH.!" I screamed as she started to ream me, she
started to fuck me. She got into a rapid pistoning motion, fucking me faster
and faster and harder and harder, slapping against my arse. The large cock
slurping in and out of me, harder and harder she went, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG,
BANG she drove her hips into me slapping against me. She put her fingers in my
mouth pulling my lips back across my teeth, faster and faster, she was caught
up in the lust fuelled frenzy. BANG ,BANG,BANG,BANG. I was incapable of
stopping her and I collapsed under her brutal abuse. We fell off of the bed,
and on top the carpet between the bed and the desk where the camera she was
set up. She was on top of me, the dildo had slurped out of me. She was on top
of me now, hitting me, punching me, beating me I covered up but her assault
was very fast, like so many stings, but punishing none the less. She forced my
knees apart and drove her knee into my balls; that done some damage, she hurt
me. She was now really intensifying her assault and I was unable to protect
myself, She stood up and stomped on my balls again, I tried to get out of her
way , I thought I saw the blow coming but she was too quick. I was on my side
as she drove her foot into my stomach. The tiny spitfire was all over me. It
was ridiculous, but she was actually starting to bully me. She grabbed me by
the hair and dragged me to my feet. She then hit me with another stinging
right hand. 'YOU WILL ALWAYS REMAIN ON YOUR KNEES WHEN YOU ARE IN MY COMPANY.
YOU WILL NEVER STAND OVER ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU ARE MY BITCH, MY
WHORE, MY SLUT. UNDERSTAND?

"Yes Mistress Pouna, I'm sorry Mistress Pouna."

She sat on one of the dining chairs the dildo pointed straight up towards the
ceiling. "Come here and sit on my cock." Pouna ordered. I immediately got up
and straddled Mistress Pouna's lap and slowly lowered myself onto the head of
her cock. I positioned the dildo against my anus and slowly impaled myself on
the ten inch phallus; I felt the thing ease into me. Pouna looked at me, a
sadistic smile brushed her face, as she watched me obey her every word, I had
become her toy, her plaything, I was terrified of her and she was going to
make sure that that fear never went away. I slid down her cock, she looked me
in the eye as started to fuck me again. She tried to pick me up and almost
succeeded, we tumbled to the floor and she stood over me.

"YOU STUPID FUCK!" She attacked my head, she kicked me twice in the face and I
brought my hands and arms up to protect my face, my nose was bleeding, and she
slammed her foot into my busted balls again. I couldn't stop her. She didn't
have me tied, she was beating me up and I was unable to stop her.

'PLEASE MISTRESS POUNA. PLEASE PLEASE STOP.' I begged. Crying. 'Please stop
Mistress Pouna. Please.' I repeated. I cowered before her; kissing and
slobbering over her feet. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me before the
camera.

'TELL THEM WHO YOU ARE. She demanded, and for the first time I knew I was
being streamed. 'TELL THEM OR I WILL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF! TELL THEM WHO YOU
ARE.'

'I am Mistress Pouna's Bitch.' I said in tears looking into the camera and she
produced a collar, a pinkcollar and fastened it around my neck. There was a
polished silver disc attached to the collar. If you ever remove this I will
remove your balls. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?'

I nodded. 'Yes, Mistress Pouna.' And I cowered on the carpet before her and
kissed her feet.

'You are mine. Your cock, your balls, your heart and soul are mine. Mine to
use, mine to destroy. Never ever think otherwise. Do you understand me. You
cunt!'

'Yes Mistress Pouna.'

'Call me Princess."

'Yes Princess Pouna.'

*

The people from Wuxi were waiting in the lobby for us first thing in the
morning. Mr Li and his partner Mr Zhou, greeted me warmly despite my
dishevelled appearance. I immediately introduced them to Lisa and Orla and
explained that I now worked for them and that the Joint Venture of FEMDOM
Engineering and MechCon South East were the new contractors to be working on
their behalf in Thailand. When Pouna explained in perfect Mandarin, their
focus quickly shifted from me to the three women. The question of me and my
company having distribution rights for SE Asia was easily resolved and would
easily be transferred to the JV. And that really should have ended my
involvement, but unfortunately it wasn't. We all jumped into their mini bus. I
sat up the front with the driver while Mr Li and Orla discussed the financing
of the purchase; while Lisa and Mr Zhou with Pouna cleared up any logistical
problems there might be. Their conversation rarely included me anymore.

We completed the compulsory tour of the factory and when the tour was over and
we arrived at the main office Orla told me to stay with the vehicle, I was no
longer needed. I was invited to lunch where we were taken to a restaurant and
treated to meal that lasted for almost two hours. The table was round and had
twelve place setting. I sat at the table and ate with them but I never felt I
was a part of the group. Orla, Lisa and Pouna were the centre of attention and
the toast of the town, and I was becoming more and more aware of my place. The
waitress was having trouble keeping everyone glass full. Orla noticed that the
girls was struggling with the load.

'Larry.' Orla shouted. I looked up not sure what to expect. 'Give her a hand.'
It wasn't a request it was an order. The men at the table watched as I quickly
obeyed. A conversation between Pouna and Mr Li followed and I had little doubt
as to the content of their little chat. I felt my ears redden as they started
laughing.

It was after three o'clock when we left the restaurant, we returned briefly to
the factory where the women were all given little presents and a warm farewell
followed, handshakes and hugs, a quick touch on the purpose of the visit
promises to meet deadline and budgets and we were gone.

We returned to Shanghai and made plans in the mini-bus for the next part of
our trip. I was involved in the conversation as I was the only one who knew
where we were going. I had a contact, a translator who worked with me on these
trips but I was reluctant to use her as I had no idea how she would react to
the situation that had developed.

"What's her name?' Pouna asked.

'Jessica, Mistress Pouna. Mistress Lisa has my wallet her contact details are
in there.' Pouna found the card and when we got back to the hotel Pouna called
her. I spoke briefly to Jessica before Pouna took the phone from me and had a
long chat with her in Chinese, and made arrangement to meet the next day.

The girls got ready to have a night out in Shanghai. I waited on Mistress
Pouna, assisting her to get dressed slowly becoming her maid.

I ironed her dress and her under clothes I brushed her hair and polished her
shoes.

'Would you like to become my maid?' She asked. I wasn't sure how to answer
her, but she was serious, so I mumbled something positive. She laughed at me,
she enjoyed humiliating me.

Lisa and Orla knocked on the door, I opened it and they swept into the room;
all perfumes, soap and deodorant, they had brought their underwear with them.
I was to hand wash all their smalls, my few remaining clothes were put into a
bag and taken down to Orla's room.

'Washed and ironed and waiting for when we get back.' Orla told me.

"Yes Mistress Orla." I said as they left. Ten pairs of knickers and six's
bra's.

We left the hotel at eight the next morning and returned to the airport and
caught the Shanghai Airlines flight to Beijing where Jessica was waiting. She
recognised me straight away.

'Hi Jessica,' I said and we hugged. "Jessica these are my bosses Mistress Orla
and Mistress Lisa, and this is Mistress Pouna, the Thai construction
representative." They all exchanged handshakes and cards and Pouna brought
Jessica up to date with what was happening. They had never met, but within a
few minutes the two of them were chatting away, like old friends. I was
obviously discussed and Jessica's who was usually quite friendly gave me the
cold shoulder. I had nothing to add as Pouna, Orla and Lisa had all of the
ground completely covered.

We went to another gate and caught the flight to Qingdao, a busy sea port on
the Yellow Sea. I sat next to Jessica on the plane.

'What have they done to you?' She asked as we took off.

I shook my head, 'I have become their slave, Jess.' I tried to explain, but
she didn't understand.

'Who am I working for?'

'You are working for us.' Orla told her from across the aisle. 'Put your hand
in his pocket.' Orla told her. Jessica raised the armrest and pushed her hand
into the pocket of my jeans.

'He has a hole in his pocket.' I felt her fingers on my thigh, she knew what
she was supposed to do and her hand brushed my testicles then felt the plastic
case contained my penis. She looked across at Orla. "What have you done to
him?' Jessica asked.

'It's called a penis restraint, it controls his erections,' Orla showed
Jessica the key that she kept on a chain around her neck. 'This is the key to
the lock; we control his erections and his orgasms.' Orla said with a smile.

'So he is less of a man.' Jessica surmised, looking at me and then across to
Orla.

'He isn't a man at all. He's our slave; and if you want to him to be your
slave too and you want to work for us, just keep on doing what you are doing.
He gets erections, but I think they are quite uncomfortable.' Orla said
looking at me and smiling briefly. 'Isn't that true slave?'

'Yes Mistress Orla.'

And Jessica started earning her money.

Qingdao is an industrial city on China's eastern seaboard, a city of over five
million people, it also serves as the main port for the busy province of
Shandong and as we began our approach into the city's airport, I looked out of
the window and looked at the grimy city half hidden in the smog; a very watery
sun made weak attempt to make it look something more than what it was, but it
was only a brief appearance before is disappeared behind a heavy curtain of
dark cloud.

It was mid-afternoon when we had collected our luggage and made our way out of
the Arrival's Hall. We were met by the formidable presence of Jackie Qi,
Jackie was one of the few people I had to look up to in China, She stood about
six foot four in her sensible shoes, but she was a big woman all over, broad
shouldered, big busted, wide hipped, with legs like tree trunks, she had to
have weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. She had typical Chinese features,
small nose, large, dark almond eyes with short jet black hair; she wore a hint
of makeup that softened a hard face. We recognised each other across the
crowded hall and she waved and smiled. Her smile seemed to disappear when she
saw how I was dressed; I wore faded jeans and a grubby white shirt, my
wardrobe was becoming an embarrassment. We greeted each other, Jackie knew
Jessica from a previous meeting and again the introductions were made.

Jessica made all of the introductions; Orla, Leisa and Pouna were all
introduced as the managers of the Mukdahan Project as it had become known.
Jessica spoke at length in Chinese to Jackie and Pouna translated for the
benefit of Orla and Leisa, I knew they were talking about me too, occasionally
the women would look at me as I collected the bags from the carousel, I was
becoming everyone's slave.

I loaded the luggage into the mini bus that was waiting for us out in the car
park and the similar trip continued. Again there were supply contracts that
needed to be annulled, it was a formality, Jackie said through Jessica, the
supply rights would be given to Orla's company, all of the supply issues were
discussed, logistics and pre-payment most of the issues were ironed out during
the half hour trip from the airport to the factory, and by the time we arrived
at Jackie's office the women had become quite comfortable with each other. We
all went to the third floor where the women were offered drinks. I was told to
help the office girl who was trying to serve everyone at once and was becoming
flustered, between us we managed to get everyone what they wanted, I was
looking for a quick exit but Orla, prevented that.

"Come and kneel beside me." She ordered. I didn't hesitate and quickly obeyed.
Jessica and Pouna sat on a couch against the wall while Orla and Lisa sat
across the desk from Jackie, the women had been discussing the lead time for
delivery of the equipment that Jackie's company was going to supply, but there
was a lull in the conversation as the women watched Orla dominated me; and
Orla, feeling as though she was required to show off a little, played to her
audience.

"My shoes are dirty. I want you to clean them ... with your tongue." She told
me and everyone watched and without hesitation I bowed my head and began to
lick Mistress Orla's right shoe. They were dusty rather than dirty. The dust
from a myriad Chinese days that collected in gutters and shitholes and had
somehow managed to have settled on Orla's shoe was now being licked from them
by her stupid male slut of a slave. Jackie and Jessica shook their heads in
disgust as I ran my tongue along the side of the black lace up sensible shoe.
Pouna had look of concentration, she wanted to be the person who was in charge
of this humiliation, but she watched in silence and Lisa laughed and assisted
Orla, in making sure I did a thorough job.

"ON THE HEEL. LICK THE HEEL," Lisa instructed, pointing to a brown stain.
"Lick harder it's not coming off, Lisa demanded, Jackie got up from her desk
and walked around to watch me. Orla grabbed me by the hair and used my mouth
like a rag and roughly wiped the heel of her shoe with my lips until the
stubborn stain was gone.

"Take your clothes off." Orla instructed. I was half expecting someone to
suggest it and I wasn't surprised when the order was given. I started to
unbutton my shirt as Pouna, Lisa and Jessica pulled out their camera's and
started to record another humiliating chapter of this trip. My shirt was
roughly ripped off my body by Orla who was becoming irritated, "Quicker," she
snapped ripping the last button off. The shirt had been given to me by Madam
Mindiri only a couple of days ago and it was stained and dirty and I was
hoping I might have seen the last of it. I quickly pulled down my Levi's were
and stood naked before the five women, naked except for my penis restraint.
Pouna explained to Jackie what it was and Jessica got to see it for the first
time.

Jackie laughed and clasped the plastic shroud her hand slid down the tube and
her fingers wrapped around my balls, and she clamped on to them, She had
amazing strength and crushed my balls in her hand, I cried out in agony, my
balls had been subjected to a week of constant abuse and were sore and the
slightest touch was painful, and Jackie's touch was far from slight. She
ground my balls together. She growled something.

"Get on your knees," Jessica and Pouna translated in tandem I fell at her feet

"Kiss Jackie's shoes, clean them, lick them," Pouna and Jessica demanded. I
obeyed. Jackie laughed as she saw me slobbering over her dirty shoes. The
young office girl who I helped with the drinks had crept into the office to
see what all the noise was about, and was amazed to see the ferang kneeling
before her boss. Jackie looked up and saw her, and she shouted something at
her, and the office girl scooted quickly away. A few seconds later the office
girl returned with one of Jackie's managers. A tall dark haired man in his
mid-thirties came into the office followed by the young office girl, he was
nervous and when he saw me licking Jackie's feet he tried to do an about turn,
but Jackie shouted something at him in Chinese and he stopped and turned and
slowly walked into the office followed by the girl. Jackie said something and
the office girl locked the door.

"Let's get him girls." Jackie said as she got up from her desk. He never stood
a chance. The office girl, who I estimated to be in her teens was very quick
off the mark, she jumped on the back of the manager and wrapped her arms
around his neck and her legs around his waist and as he spun around in a vane
attempted to throw her off but she clung to him, her skirt flared and exposed
her light blue panties. She rode him for a couple of seconds as Pouna and
Jessica arrived and grabbed him and brought him down in a confusion of arms
and legs as soon as they could Pouna and Jessica jumped on him while Jackie,
Mistress Orla and Mistress Lisa looked on in amused silence, I was dragged
across and watched as they started to strip him stripped him, Pouna went
straight for his belt, she was no longer inhibited, and had no fear of the
male any more, they were there for her amusement. The office girl spat at
invective at him in terse Chinese that needed no translation.

"Mr Li is a good manager," Jackie explained, "but a bully, he made the lives
of the people under him very unpleasant, good for the company, but not good
for them."

"Not too good for him now either!" Said Mistress Lisa smiling as the three
young minxes stripped him. The office girls name was Mi and the two Australian
women were impressed with the woman's tenacity and physical strength that
belied her small stature. She was smaller than the male, but bigger than Pouna
and Jessica, her thick mane of jet black hair hung over her shoulders, and
swung around her face like a scarf on a windy day, Mr Li had ripped open her
white blouse during the early exchange, revealing her small breasts under her
white bra. She had removed his coat and threw it across the room as Jessica
ripped off his tie and his shirt was torn to ribbon as the two women stripped
it from his body. Pouna unfastened his belt, he seemed more concerned about
losing his trousers than his shirt and offered Pouna more resistance, but she
was more than a match for him. She unfastened his belt and tore open the top
of his trousers in no time, his hands and arms offered him no help as Mi and
Jessica removed his shirt, Pouna quickly pulled off his shoes and then pulled
his trousers over his hips. Mi and Jessica grabbed the legs of his trousers
and quickly yanked them off, Pouna pulled down his underpants and grabbed his
balls and squeezed and yelled at him in Chinese.

'THESE ARE OURS. YOU NO LONGER HAVE ANY BALL. WE OWN THEM!" She shouted as she
wrenched them. Mi stood over him and watched as Pouna shook him by his balls,
pulling him across the tiled floor. Mistress Orla and Mistress Lisa and Jackie
laughed as the tiny Thai woman ferociously attacked the man, and I felt sorry
for him as I knelt beside my owners watching as Pouna and then Mi did their
best to destroy Li's balls. The three women surrounded him kicking him between
the legs slapping his hanging balls; his threshold for pain was low and they
reduced him to a sobbing mess in a few agonizing minutes. I watched just
thankful that it was someone else who was getting the beating. He cowered
before Jessica as Pouna and Mi held him, and pulled his thighs exposing his
balls, Jessica, who wore open toed sandal's swung her foot and splattered his
balls, he cried out in agony, Mi spat on him, her contempt for him raw and
tangible, she swapped places with Jessica and slammed her foot into his
tortured balls, he couldn't escape Mi's assault. He yelled something and Mi
yelled back at him stomping on his unprotected balls.

"What did he say." I heard Mistress Orla ask.

"Anything, I'll do anything. Please stop." Jackie quickly translated. "And Mi
said I want you to suffer."

"He's doing that." Laughed Mistress Lisa.

Orla looked at Pouna, "bring him over here Pou," Pouna grabbed him by the hair
and dragged the man over to where she sat. "Stand up." Mistress Orla demanded.
I looked around the room and I knew what my Mistress was going to do and I
wondered how it would be received. Mistress Orla looked at Lisa and without a
word being exchanged Lisa handed Orla the key to my chastity device. I stood
up and felt extremely vulnerable as Orla fumbled with the tiny lock that had
kept my cock locked away for as long as I could remember. Was it only two
weeks since we left Melbourne had it only taken Mistress Orla and Lisa
fourteen day to completely dominate me? No it had taken less than a few hours,
but their constant domination had ground me into what I had become.

Pouna had never seen my penis other than in the confines of the restraint, her
knowledge of Female Domination had not extended to forced-bi, Jackie and
Jessica were brand new to Orla and Lisa version of domination and watched in
silent amazement at what was about to transpire. Orla unfastened the lock and
pulled the stainless steel pin from the centre of the restraint and the thing
came apart in her hand, she roughly removed the rings and finally my cock was
released from the plastic cage that had controlled my urges for two weeks. It
felt like undiluted bliss.

"Thank you Mistress Orla," I genuinely told her with tears in my eyes.

"Enjoy it. It won't last very long. I know how fucking useless you are." She
snapped with a very cold smile. "Get it hard!"

'Tell him to suck the slaves cock." Orla said to Pouna. The instruction was
met with cold silence. The Chinese language for all of its symbols and
characters didn't run to this. The women looked at each other; they were
entering very, very dangerous territory. It was Mi, the young office girl, who
broke the silence by ordering her boss to suck my cock. She issued a sharp
invective, almost spitting the words at him. He shook his head and Jessica and
Pouna attacked him. Their assault was savage and vicious, they ripped into him
with their heels and nails slicing at his very vulnerable and sensitive parts,
they were merciless and he inevitably conceded. My penis was erect and in a
few seconds it bounced in front of me and in front of Li's face.

"SUCK IT!" Someone said. Orla gripped my shaft and wiped it across his face
everyone watched in stony silence, Orla wiped the head of my cock across his
lips,

"Tell him to open his mouth," Orla instructed.

Jessica gave the instruction in Chinese and he obeyed and he took my erection
in his mouth.

"Fuck his mouth." Orla commanded. I didn't need to be told twice. I felt sorry
for him, I had been the receiver, the ultimate bitch, I also knew the deep
humiliation he was feeling, the disgust in himself that he felt and when the
cameras and phones came out his demise was complete. Not only had he done the
humiliating act, his image was captured for all to witness, for all time.

Mercilessly I pushed my cock down his throat, he gagged and choked, the women
laughed at hs antics

"Choke on it you whore," Jessica shouted at him.

"Get used to it." The comments were sprayed at him in Chinese and interpreted
through various women.

I was relieved that I didn't come too soon, I had no doubt I would have been
punished had I failed to give the women their entertainment and even though I
had been locked away in chastity for nearly two weeks I managed to hand on for
a few minutes, long enough for the women to become impatient and see the
fruits of Li's labour. Orla looked at me. "Don't show off we both know as a
man you are a fucking failure. Cum over his face. Now!" I pulled my cock from
his mouth and stroked my cock a couple of times and I blew my cum over his
nose and eyes. The women cheered their delight catching everything on their
camera's, Orla pulled my cock from my hands and directed the stream of semen
towards his lips

"Open your mouth, and suck him dry!" Pouna demanded in Chinese. He obeyed
sucking the cum from my wilting cock. Mi and Jackie scraped my cum from parts
of his face with their fingernails and wiping it on his lips. He was crying.
And Mi laughed at him.

I stood there in front of them all and something happened. The euphoria I
experienced after my ejaculation was fleeting, lasting only a few seconds and
it quickly faded to be replaced with an enormous sense of guilt and loathing.
Loathing for all who were responsible for what had just happened. I was being
manipulated, used and abused and I had had enough. The last two perverted
weeks had escalated this ridiculous scenario and I was no longer prepared to
be their bitch. Orla wiped my cock over Li's face to the amusement of all in
the room.

"STOP! NO MORE" I snapped jerking my cock out of Orla's hand. "I don't know
what to think or believe any more, but I think this is wrong and I believe
I've had enough." There was silence. Orla looked at me like a person hearing
something for the first time.

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