Big Billy Boy had always fantasized about owning a young slut he could dominate completely. It came from a part of him that was very elemental, the original "noble savage" idea about masculinity. He felt, deep in his inner being, that men were made to be leaders and dominate, and women were made to be followers and obey their men. And there was no conflict for Bill between this and a loving partnership between him and his woman. Done right, each person secure in their role, the relationship could be very satisfactory for both parties. But for it to work, he had to find the right woman.
Growing up in modern America, how different things were! In the heart of the 1970s feminist movement, attitudes like Bill's were considered Neanderthal, and not at all politically correct. He went along with the culture he was raised in, and ended up marrying an American woman and having kids, a house in suburbia, a good job – all the things he was supposed to do. And his wife, while pretty and feminine, was a working professional woman with many demands on her time. Work and raising children often did not leave her enough time to pay attention to him, and Billy liked and needed the attention. They had a good sexual relationship and she was very oral, but life was more than that. There was something in the core elemental part of the relationship that wasn't quite right. Bill realized there was a basic conflict between his essential inner nature and the society he was living in - and the woman to whom he was married.
It was inevitable that his marriage would break up eventually, and for Big Bill that meant that finally he had the opportunity to become his true self and find a woman who was compatible with "the real Bill." And he didn't think he would find it in an American woman. He knew about the idea of women in foreign countries looking for mates, usually women in poorer countries looking for an American or European man. He started monitoring the web sites for "brides" from eastern Europe and southeast Asia. There were so many attractive women out there! Looking for an American man!
He finally decided to go on a tour offered by a romance company in Bangkok, a package tour including airfare, hotel and three "meet-and-greet" dances with young Thai girls. These were the girls in the ads, and part of the package was that on three separate nights he went to dances. There were dozens of girls at each, ranging from age 18 to 45, and for some he was definitely too old. At age 49 Bill still had a dynamic body and a handsome face, though the years had put on some extra pounds. Most girls in their 20s would not normally look at him, but he definitely did some very close dancing. The band tended to play slow songs, and if nothing else he was getting hard again and again on the dance floor. But nothing clicked on the first two dance nights, and although he probably could have picked from a few attractive women in their 40s, he was looking for more. He wanted to feel that chemistry, that connection with a woman that would be his, who would belong to him mind, body and soul, a life companion who would accept him for what he was, and cater to his requirements. Yes he wanted a younger girl, but the chemistry was more important.
Then on the third and final dance night Bill spotted a young girl near the back of the room. She seemed shy and was not really involved with what was going on. She may have wanted to find a husband, but she didn't seem to know how to do it. There were many other girls getting dances with the older American and European men, but she seemed to have given up and sat alone, wearing an ordinary cotton dress and very little makeup. But she was beautiful, with the long black hair, and Bill simply went up to her and said "What is your name, little one?" She looked up at him shyly from beneath her bangs and softly said: "missy."
Missy had always been pretty and smart, but those were not necessarily good things in the small town in rural Thailand where she was raised. Life was very predictable and boring for her. Her parents were very traditional, particularly her father, who had strong views about the roles of the man and the woman in the house. He ruled with a firm hand, and Missy's mother had long ago given in to the strong will of her husband. Most relationships in the town, and throughout rural Thailand, were similar, and those traditional male-dominated attitudes were Missy's role models growing up. As a young girl she was disciplined by her father on a regular basis when she did something wrong. He had a wooden paddle he would use, making her bend over and pull down her panties. Although she was a good Asian girl, very obedient and respectful of her parents, her father always seemed to find fault with her and order her to "Bring the paddle." The spankings continued through her teen years, indeed up until the very day she got married after just turning 18, the legal age for marriage in Thailand.
