"Yes, Mrs. Campbell, I'm Japanese. I'm also beautiful and I have gorgeous big boobs. But most importantly for your needs, I am a dominatrix.
"But please don't let my small stature and femininity deceive you. I've brought bigger and stronger men than your husband to their knees, in tears, and begging for mercy.
"All you have to do is bring Mr. Campbell to the hotel bar. Halfway through your drink, you tell him that your stomach is feeling a little off, and that you're going to return to your room for a few minutes.
"While you're gone, I'll sidle up to him and engage him in conversation. If he's the cheating horn dog that you believe he is, five minutes is all I'll need to sink my claws into him. White men just can't resist us little Asian girls, particularly those of us with breasts like mine.
"While I'm seducing him at the bar, you call him back. Tell him that your stomach is a little worse than you thought. Say you're sorry but you need to call it an early evening. But insist that he enjoy a leisurely dinner and watch the big game he'd been hoping to see.
"I'll be the only game he's going to care about."
"When I let him into my room, I'll be wearing this dom outfit underneath my coat. Your husband will quickly become putty in my hands."
"Are you sure you can pull this off?" asked Mrs. Campbell. "He's such a bastard."
"It's not like I haven't done this many times before, Mrs. Campbell. I'm a professional, and as you know from my bill, I'm highly compensated for my skills.
"I'll be the meek little Asian girl, but make sure I accidentally rub my boobs up against him. And while I'm handing him his drink, I'll graze my fingers over his groin.
"If he's a man, his cock will take over from there.
"After we toast, I'll use my little girl voice to tell him that I've always had a special sex fantasy. He'll be eager to hear what it is. Men love hearing about women's sex fantasies, don't they Mrs. Campbell?"
"If all men are like my husband, they're crazy about anything that has to do with sex."
"I'll explain to him that I've always been dominated by big strong men like him, and am looking forward to him overpowering me. But I've always wondered what it would be like to switch roles for once. But just for a minute or two, at which point he could overpower me and take his revenge. That's when I'll shyly slip my coat off so he can see my dom outfit.
"Have you ever dominated your husband, Mrs. Campbell?"
"Never. He's always been the boss. He'd never allow it."
Mistress Kim laughed.
"You never know about men like your husband, Mrs. Campbell. Most of the males I dominate occupy positions of power and authority, yet they love to be controlled by a beautiful young woman such as myself. They are dying to give up that power to a sexy bitch."
"I find that hard to believe."
"You'll see, Mrs. Campbell, you'll see. Anyway, I'll ask him to let me undress him. Men love for young women such as myself to do that. I'll undress him slowly, as though I were his seductive servant.
"When I first started doing this with unfaithful husbands, the tricky part was when I brought out the handcuffs, because a few of my clients suddenly became suspicious. I've since learned to throw them off by fumbling with the cuffs, saying I've never used then before.
"I'll even ask your husband to please show me how they work. That really gains their confidence. Besides, by this time the excited head at the end of dick will have more control than the head atop his neck.
"You have no idea how vicious I can be Mrs Campbell. But I will continue to play meek and weak until I secure his arms behind his back, and then his ankles together. At that point your big strong husband is helplessly under my control."
"You've done this before?"
"As I said, many times, Mrs. Campbell. Your husband will be stunned, especially when I pull out my wicked little stinger whip and get to work on his back and ass. I'll start out lightly, of course, but quickly increase the pain to show him that I mean business.
"When he starts to complain, I'll just jiggle my breasts in front of his face and giggle like a little girl. I'll tell him how wet it's getting me to play with such a big strong man like him. Men aren't quite as vulnerable to flattery as women, but they're close.
"If he insists that I stop whipping him, I'll agree -- but tell him only if I can play with his cock and balls. I won't get any argument there, will I?"
"He loves it when I play with his cock," said Mrs. Campbell. "And I will say, he's got a big one."
"Little will you husband suspect that I have any number of ways which to make his cock and jewels as vulnerable as possible for torture. I look like such a sweet little girl, but in truth I'm a sadist. I love to inflict cock and ball pain. Before long your husband will wish he'd asked me to continue whipping him.
"After I torment his cock and balls, I'll put a big ball gag in his mouth, and strap it down tight. Then I'll slip the blindfold over his eyes."
"I can't believe that you're going to do this to my husband."
"You can count on it. It's when he's bound, blindfolded and gagged that the real fun will begin. Because that's when you'll knock on the door. Your completely vulnerable husband will freak out.
"In a playful tone I'll taunt him by asking him who it could possible be. Your husband will struggle madly trying to get loose and hide, and he'll try to beg me through the gag not to let anyone in. But he'll be helpless.
"Your husband will want to die when I tell him that it's not room service or anything like that, but actually a special friend of his who has come to see him. But that I can't tell him who it is.
"After I let you in, you'll have options, Mrs. Campbell. If you want, you can identify yourself right away. But I recommend that you leave him in the dark. There is so much fun we can have with him, and so much you can learn about his sexcapades."
"I want to know everything, so no, I won't identify myself in the beginning."
"Well then, any last questions, Mrs. Campbell?"
"Just are you sure this is going to work?"
"Taming dicks to control men is my speciality. Yes, it's going to work. Once we're done, you husband won't have any more power over you. It won't even be 50-50. Thanks to the video that we'll be taking, he'll be your little bitch for life."
Mrs. Campbell grinned at the thought of it. She quickly thought of a diamond necklace she'd seen at a shop in Beverly Hills and had been dying to own. She'd look good wearing it while driving the black Mercedes sedan she was also going to buy.
Half an hour later Mrs. Campbell knocked on the door of the room where Mistress Kim was with the bound and angry Mr. Campbell.
Mrs. Campbell couldn't believe her eyes. Kim talking about controlling her husband had been one thing, seeing Mistress Kim in her dom outfit standing over her bound and blindfolded husband was entirely different. It was thrilling.
There wasn't much light in the room, but there was enough for her to see that her muscular husband was on his knees. His arms were tightly bound behind his back, and his legs and ankles were bound together. His back and ass were already marked with angry red marks.
Tiny Mistress Kim, maybe half his size, triumphantly stood beside him as though she were a big game hunter. She was wearing a leather bustier and grinding the stiletto heel of one boot into his cock and balls. Mrs. Campbell was stunned to see that her husband seemed to somehow be enjoying the pain.
"Mr. Joe," said Mistress Kim, "we have a special guest for you. I wonder if you could guess who it is?
"Can't talk with that gag, can you? It's no problem, we'll give you a little time to think about who you'd like to see you in such a terribly embarrassing situation.
"First, I'd like to show our special guest how good you are at taking pain, Mr. Joe. So it's time for a few more lashes with my little cat 'o nine tails."
Mr. Campbell shook his head madly, but Mistress Kim only laughed.
"My guest needs to see proof that men can take much more pain than people imagine. So I'll give you five more lashes so you can demonstrate your strength. I love making strong men like you suffer, so don't let me down by crying or anything."
Mrs. Campbell couldn't believe the force with which Mistress Kim whipped her husband. He was crying after the third lash, much to Mistress Kim's disgust. He fell limp to the floor after the fifth and final lash.
Mrs. Campbell suddenly felt sorry for her husband. But then she remembered what a cheating bastard he'd been. And how she had begun to suspect that he'd been cheating on her for a long time. There was a good reason she'd sought out Mistress Kim.
"That wasn't so bad, was it Mr. Joe?" Mistress Kim taunted as she pulled Mr. Campbell by the hair to raise him back up to a kneeling position. "Here, let me use some Kleenex to dry the last of your manly tears.
