I was in Bangkok on business. The accounting firm for whom I am employed sent me there to set up an office. I had been in cordial but intense negotiations all week, and I needed a break.
It was Friday afternoon and I decided to have some fun while I was in this bustling city, before I had to return to Chicago. Leaving my professional apparel in my hotel room, I donned a pair of jeans and a pullover, short-sleeved shirt and headed downtown.
Ambling through the red-light district, I saw strip shows and dance clubs with their neon lights blazing. I knew the routine. Nearly bare ladies would be shaking their tits and asses at the male clientele, so they would stuff dollar bills in their garters. Bar girls would sit next to any man who looked like a sap, push a hand inside his front pocket and finger his cock while asking for a drink. If he allowed the girl to sit there, she would invite him to a back room for some action, all for a handsome some of money.
I wasn't looking for that sleazy crap.
Eventually, I wandered into a bookstore which carried English newspapers and magazines. Thumbing the pages of an underground newspaper, I spotted a column of ladies and men advertising their wares. Most of them were women promising a 'good time'. I saw some ads from gay men seeking same. Then, surprisingly, there was an ad from a dominatrix named, Mistress Yong, who had a telephone number. Dabbling in domination and submission a few times, I thought of how exciting this could be. So I whipped out my smart-phone and punched in the number. A lady with a voice that dripped with sugar answered.
"Hello, is this Mistress Yong?"
"No sir, but she's here. Do you want to see her today?"
Stammering slightly, I loosened my tongue. "I'd like that, yes."
"I am one of Mistress's assistants, and I'd gladly take an appointment for her."
When I agreed, she asked me where I was. She told me that I wasn't far from Mistress's office, and that I could walk there easily. In ten minutes I entered the tall office building with the number 1103 firmly implanted in my brain. The elevator zoomed up eleven floors. When the doors opened I was looking into the pretty faces of two young Thai ladies. I estimated they were early twenties. Their curved faces beamed, welcoming me warmly. They each were wearing tight black latex, that exhibited their bountiful breasts and bottoms in a most inviting way.
"Phil?" One with short-cropped hair asked sweetly. Looking from her to her friend, who's long straight black hair framed her face and hung to her shoulders, I again stammered.
"Y- Yes."
Stepping back so I could exit the car, the ladies seemed like dolls who had come to life. My smile showed my white teeth, and I felt hardness at my crotch. This is much better than the bar scene, I thought.
The one with long hair, ran a finger down the front of my chest, just grazing me with her long fingernail. The feeling was electric and it doubled when I felt the other lady's finger caressing me down my back. Neither touched any lower, but I wouldn't have protested if they had.
"Follow us," the one in front cooed. The short-haired lady stopped in front of 1103. Opening the wooden door with a credit card, she held the door open so the other lady and me could also enter. Inside, it looked like any waiting room of a typical office. Wall to wall aqua colored carpeting, leather chairs, ornate paintings on the walls, and a coffee table with business magazines adorned the room.
The long haired beauty turned to face me and miss short-hair stood behind me. The lady in front smiled. "This is Mistress Yong's office, we hope you enjoy your stay." Her soft lips and gentle demeanor made me feel comfortable.
Then her eyes penetrated my own and became serious. "You must follow the rules here, or we will ask you to leave." Was I really going to protest?
Without saying a word she held out her small hand, palm up and cleared her throat. Her pleasant smile disappeared. Knowing what she meant, I pulled out three-hundred American dollars and placed them in her extended palm. Accepting the cash, she walked over to a safe and placed the bills inside an envelope. Then walking back, she said one word.
"Strip!"
Seeing my hesitation, her demeanor hardened. "Mistress Yong requires you to be naked, no exceptions!" Seeing that arguing would be futile and since I had just paid for it, I lifted my t-shirt over my head. Then I heard miss short hair. "Pants!" Unbuckling quickly, lowering the zipper and unbuttoning, I allowed gravity to occur. and I was now clad in just my shoes and shorts. "All of it!" miss long hair exclaimed. Throwing my loafers off, I then reached for the waistband of my boxers.
Embarrassed and excited at standing naked in front of two strangers, I felt hands gather my wrists behind my back and I felt leather cuffs hooking them together. Opening my mouth to protest, I felt a delicate hand at my balls. A gentle squeeze was followed by a harsh rebuke. "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" My loud groan was quickly silenced by the ball-gag stuffed in my mouth, which was clasped behind my head. A blindfold left me concerned.
What were these bitches planning?
The one in front spoke, while her partner placed a collar around my neck. "You will not speak unless Mistress commands you to." Another firm squeeze of my vulnerable balls emphasized the point. A loud, muffled shriek followed. A leash was affixed to the ring in the collar, and I felt a tug.
"Follow me, slave!" Like I really had a choice. I heard a door open. Led by the neck, I was ushered into another room. I heard another female voice.
"Good job ladies, chain him up!" My cuffed wrists were attached to two sturdy chains behind me. Hearing a buzzing sound, I felt my arms being raised, and I was forced to bend forward from the waist in an awkward position. A spreader bar forced my legs wide as the buzzing ceased. Blindfolded, I obviously couldn't see the three ladies, and I wondered what they were planning. I heard Mistress Yong's voice.