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This tale takes place about two and a half months after the events depicted in 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang - Denial'.
Both characters have been getting along and there has not been much new to relate.
That is about to change...
Chapter One – Warm-ups
When I showed up at her door that night, I could tell things were different. She greeted me at the door before I even had a chance to ring the bell.
She was wearing her red Chinese Silk gown with the slit on the side that went up to her hip. Her hair was done professionally and she had done her face. In short, she looked spectacular.
I knew that I had fallen for my landlady some months before. I also knew that she couldn't have cared less. From her perspective we were fuck buddies; nothing more.
For the moment, I could live with that.
Without a word, she ushered me into her foyer. There, she looked down at her hands as she handed me the worn, tired whites. An old stained undershirt and a pair of off white cotton pants, while laundered, were not long for this world.
I stripped naked there, in her foyer, beneath her hot stare. I put the whites on, feeling my cock becoming semi erect merely by being in her presence. I may not have known exactly what was coming but I knew two people who would be by nights end!
She led the way into her basement and I followed, watching her tight butt wiggle as she elegantly stepped through her house on four inch stilettos that I saw intermittently as her long dress moved this way and that.
Once downstairs, she turned and looked me square in the eye before speaking.
"You and I have become lazy!" She snapped assertively, "We used to be very edgy and often we'd push until a safe word was used. I can't remember the last time that happened. So tonight, we are taking a journey to the edge. Be prepared!"
I was a bit nonplussed. While what she said was true, I hadn't thought of it in those terms.
I looked right back into her stare and responded with a vigor I did not truly feel, "Hey, if you can dish it out, I can take it!"
She looked down and nodded before responding with, "We'll see...It's a good thing you practise martial arts at such an extreme level; tonight you will need all your abilities."
She looked up then and said formally, "Because you are so strong and have so many physical abilities, I want you to exercise in the way I order you too."
Before I could respond, she continued, "I will be wielding the whip to 'encourage' you as you work out. When you are warmed up, I have something special in mind."
She smiled cruelly as she said this but I could feel the beginnings of a major hard on at the sound of her words.
I watched in the semi darkness of her basement / dungeon as she went to the wall of whips and took down a long thin single tail whip. It looked like a long snake ready to obey her every command and lash out to inflict punishment. And she held the head in her hand.
Over the next hour, she had me push myself very hard there in her dungeon, amidst the torture paraphernalia.
I alternated between sets of push-ups, crunches, squats and various other exercises. When I would get close to the end of a set, she would lash me with the whip.
"Quicker!" She'd yell, "Harder! Come on!"
I grunted and I pushed and I gave her my all. After an hour, I was exhausted. My body felt completely drained and my skin was covered in red welts, even through the whites. Tough as I was, she'd not held back with either her commands or her whip.
Finally, as I lay on the floor, too tired to do anymore, she spoke again.
"Get up!" Her voice was cold and she seemed angry, "I said, Get up Now!"
I struggled to do her bidding and she lashed me again.
Once up, she had me strip naked. I left the whites in an untidy heap on her basement floor.
She walked stately over to the two vertical poles I had been tied to more than once. Turning sharply she watched as I, nude and sweaty, walked up and assumed my position between them.
I spread my feet until they touched the poles and I reached out to my sides and readied myself to be tied spread-eagled. It was her favourite position and now my favourite, as well.
She bent down gracefully and shackled my ankles in leather cuffs that had several inches of slack! Then she did the same to my wrists, pulling leather cuffs down from winches attached to the ceiling. Winches that had not been there when last I had graced her basement. Electric winches that were controlled by panels set on the poles within my view.
I became a bit worried at these new developments. I was even more worried when she next commanded me.
Her command wasn't entirely clear but I did what I thought she wanted me to.
"Use the cables on your wrists and pull yourself up!" She snapped.
I bent my arms as I pulled on my wrist restraints and stood on my tip toes.
She murmured approvingly and adjusted the winches until they had taken up all the slack.
It was what she next did that really got my attention. She adjusted the winches connected to my wrists and my arms involuntarily straightened out.
I was straining, on tip toe, nude and helplessly spread-eagled in the basement / dungeon of my sadistic mistress.
She stepped in front and forced a huge ball gag between my teeth and buckled it tight.
Then she stepped back to smile approvingly before saying, "Now that we have that out of the way, we can get down to business! But first..."
She stopped and turning, she walked back upstairs without another word.
And there I stood, all wound up and nowhere to go.
Chapter Two – Accessories
I heard her moving about upstairs but I also knew that she would be back down momentarily.
Sure enough, I heard the clip of her high heels as she carefully and stately made her way back down the stairs. She held a small metal briefcase in one hand.
She placed it on the shelf that ran the length of the wall of whips and reaching in, brought out a mess of wires and a small box.
Walking over to me she asked, rhetorically, "Do you know what this is?"
The huge ball gag made an answer impossible to understand so she answered for me, "It's a TENS unit!"
She continued as though I had no idea what it was or what it did.
"A TENS unit is a non chemical way of masking pain. It sends an electrical current through the muscle. It isn't the same as exercise but it will intensify the sensations you will be experiencing. It also has other uses." She spoke pedantically.
I looked at her with a combination of impatience and arrogance.
As if to say, "Honey, if that's all you've got; this will be a slow night!"
She looked at my expression and nodded sagely before saying, "All right! So I can see you know all about this."
She began to attach the electrodes to my stomach and thighs while asking rhetorically, "You don't mind if I see for myself. After all, I have never even seen one of these things before."
Once the four electrode patches were attached to my stomach and thighs, she smiled before asking out loud, "I wonder how powerful this thing is?"
At that point the doorbell rang and I looked over toward the doorway. On the pole there was a new holder.
It was just the right size for the TENS unit.
Mrs. Sang attached the electrodes to the unit and hung the device on the pole before she went to answer the door bell.
A few moments later, she reentered the basement. Behind her was another Asian woman about ten years younger. It was obvious from her demeanour and clothing that she was a street walker.
I was outraged and it showed on my face and in my futile struggles.
"You don't mind if someone joins us?" She asked calmly, as though she were asking to turn the heat up a degree or two.
I yelled impotently through my gag and pulled as much as possible against the powerful cables that held me stretched to my limit.
Mrs. Sang looked away and shrugged as she spoke, "Ah well, too bad there is nothing that you can do about it!"
She turned sharply, her eyes making hard contact with mine as she continued softly but vehemently, "I have decided that tonight will see a change in our rules...And you will go along whether you want to or not!"
I yelled again through my gag and impotently shook my head saying silently, "This has gone far enough! I want you to stop!"
As if hearing me clearly, she paused and then stepped closer.
Grasping my head in both hands she put her face a couple of inches from mine and asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"
She continued, "Or could you continue for a bit? I promise I won't be disappointed if you do."
She smiled; a friendly smile and I took a deep breath. I didn't want to stop but I didn't want this other woman here either.
As if I had spoken clearly she answered me, "Oh, the young woman will be staying...If you should decide you want to continue."
An eon passed during which I realized that my pride wouldn't let me quit. I'd continue but this would be the last night.
Sucked but there it was, plain as day.
It must have shown because she smiled; cat-full-of-canary and turning to the young woman, spoke in an Asian dialect of some sort.
The young woman gave her a hard smile and laughed. It was a street bray and she stepped toward me with cruelty and arrogance displayed in her demeanour.
She turned to Mrs. Sang and said something in their foreign tongue. Turning, she went over to the wall of whips and put her purse and jacket on the shelf. Reaching down, she pulled something out of a cabinet built low to the floor.
She turned and walked back to me.
I gasped as she let her eyes travel insolently up my legs, passed my now shrivelled unit, up over my torso and finally coming to rest on my face.
In her hands she held the black leather belt that held the anal intruder in place.
My breath quickened as she stepped close to put it on.
I looked desperately over at Mrs. Sang but she refused to meet my glance. Instead, she watched the young street walker place the belt around my hips.
When it came time to insert the leather phallus, she paused to get a bottle of lubricant and a cloth from the shelf. After she had lubricated the thing, she carefully inserted it up my backside.
I stifled a groan and kept my eyes on Mrs. Sang but she continued to refuse to meet my gaze.
