Foreword
For the first half of the story I have deviated slightly from safe, sane and consensual for the sake of plot and character development. Without a conflict, there is just no story.
'Once upon a time; they lived happily ever after,' makes for a dull read. While descriptions of sexual activities and the feelings they bring up are fun; it's better when there is a bit of a plot first.
So bear with me on this story.
Spoilers follow to the start of Chapter One.
Let's face it, nothing truly permanent will happen to either 'I' or 'Mrs. Sang'. What would be the point?
The naughty bits start a quarter into the first chapter.
But the naughty bits with Mrs. Sang start at the I am tested - and then I am tested again. beginning of Chapter Four.
Chapter One -- Unusual Developments
It had been over six months since I had saved Mrs. Sang. Over six months of wedded bliss; except that there had been only words to each other and the 'Double Ring Ceremony'. Now my nipples carried one tiny ring each. I was her man but I was not her husband. For me; given the context of 'us'; that worked.
Our days went the way they had before. But our Nights; those were different! Only the activities remained the same. Our passions had been ignited and respect and discipline were like fires that kept us hot!
We rode close to the edge and we liked it that way yet on the outside nothing seemed to be amiss. Our passions were our little secret.
One day, Mrs. Sang's 'wild child' twenty year old niece, Grace Tan came from Hong Kong to stay with Mrs. Sang temporarily.
When I say she was a 'wild child'; I mean that when you looked up the term in the dictionary, there was her picture sneering back at you, as she gave you the finger.
It was an inconvenience but only a temporary one, at that.
Grace had ignored the rules at her home so at first she tried that with Mrs. Sang's too. That had been a mistake on Grace's part and after a battle of wills, Grace had backed down.
Mrs. Sang still had a lock installed on the door to her basement. Just in case...
Grace attended college and twice a week, she attended night classes. On those nights, we played for the two or three hours she was out.
On the other nights, we would allow the intensity to build. It made for an interesting time.
One Friday, Mrs. Sang and I went out for dinner. Grace was supposed to join us but one of her friends called and she went with them instead. As it turned out, that was a good thing.
Mrs. Sang had promised me a traditional Chinese meal. 'Dim Sum' she had called it.
We made arrangements to go to a restaurant in another city not far away.
Once seated, Mrs. Sang waved away the menus and ordered an assortment of appetizers. The 'Won Ton' soup was brought to our table and it was delicious.
A few minutes later I noticed I was becoming disoriented. I looked over at Mrs. Sang but she had passed out. I looked around and noticed that the place seemed deserted. Then I passed out too.
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I was dreaming. Mrs. Sang had tied me spread-eagled in her basement. My arms and legs were spread wide and bound securely. A hood with a cable attached to it was over my head, the gag in place. I was blindfolded but I could tell that I was nude too.
First she'd lashed my butt with a whip. It cracked and sounded very menacing as it sizzled through the air. I would grunt and yell through my gag inarticulately and uninhibitedly, as the leather landed.
"Odd that Mrs. Sang would use a whip instead of the belt." I thought to myself.
After a few minutes, she'd fondle my dick to hardness. There was a harshness that wasn't usually there. I also noticed that the timing was off from the way she usually masturbated me.
"Odder still, that she used so much force when she grabbed me." My silent train of muddled thought ran, "Almost like it was someone who didn't know me intimately..."
Suddenly, I came to full awareness. The restaurant, the drugs, all of it came back in a flash.
I was also aware of something else. It wasn't a dream. I really was bound nude and spread-eagled! I was also blindfolded and gagged. Worse still, someone unknown to me was whipping me and masturbating my helplessly bound body!
I was obviously giving someone a lot of pleasure. I could hear heavy, ragged breathing. Whoever she was, her perfume was definitely working. In spite of my predicament, I noticed its sweet scent as she stood behind me, in complete control of my bound nudity.
I involuntarily tightened up and grunted against the lash. If I had been thinking more clearly, I might have played possum but I reacted instead of taking control. It was a slip on my part.
"Ah...He awakens!" A voice that sounded vaguely familiar said with what sounded like triumph.
I heard her high heels click on the floor as she stepped closer to my broad, bound nude back. I inhaled her sweet scent. I involuntarily gasped and flinched as she put her gloved hand on my shoulder.
"Oh...Touchy, aren't we?" She said with mild sarcasm, "You weren't afraid of my touch a few minutes ago."
As if to emphasize her point, she grasped my semi hard cock and squeezed it, hard.
This time, I refrained from flinching although I thought to myself, "A few minutes ago, I was drugged into semi consciousness."
She continued her monologue while I stood nude, bound, blindfolded, gagged and helpless.
"I went to a lot of trouble to acquire you." She pouted, "It took a lot of time and effort, not to mention the money involved; just to acquire you!"
She began to enumerate the various costs involved.
"There was the P.I. just to find you, bribing the people at the phone company so I could listen in on your conversations, renting the restaurant on that specific Friday...All these things took a great deal of effort!" She spoke as though I should be grateful she had kidnapped Mrs. Sang and me.
She continued to rhythmically squeeze my cock but softer this time and was rewarded when it became engorged. I could feel it become harder as waves of pleasure shot up my hardening shaft. I could feel the veins on the side of my cock becoming distended and its bulbous head seemed ready to burst at her now softer touch.
"Damned treacherous thing has a mind of its own, sure enough!" I thought grimly to myself.
"Well, at least a part of you is grateful!" She observed.
She added sarcastically, "That's okay...This I can 'work' with."
She laughed then, a soft girlish giggle, quite at odds with what she was doing to me.
Suddenly I felt her removing my blindfold. There before me stood the infamous Madame Chow!
