From Jenny To Mei Ch 06

She dreamt of the ocean: impossibly wide, warm and placid. She floated along its surface — sea, sky and sun were the whole world. The gentle susurrations of the swells calmed her, rocked her, rejuvenated her. The elements were her dream's symbols for the peace and contentment that filled her.

Consciousness found her at 7:05. She woke, slid silently out of bed, took the collar from the nightstand and showered quickly. Naked, she made coffee, struggling to think how to make breakfast.

She knew how to make an omelet, sort of. It was stirred up eggs in a pan with some stuff like cheese and vegetables inside. So she got out some likely looking items from the fridge and set to work prepping them. Like they do on TV, she broke the eggs into one bowl, ham diced in another, scallions chopped in a third. She could make toast but there was no more bread.

Philip had quite different dreams. Dreams of classrooms and unknown classmates, of wandering through unfamiliar halls, late to an exam.

His first thought, when the alarm woke him, was of her and how he didn't have the will to douse her with water.

She heard the alarm and brought the coffee.

"Good morning Master Philip!" she said, with a cheer in her voice that startled him.

"You're up? Good. Good morning Mei Chun."

She put the cup on the nightstand and crawled into bed with him, covering his face with kisses. He returned them and in a few moments she stuffed him inside her, rocking on him gently, kissing sweetly.

With her palms on his shoulders, she said, "Do you have any idea what you've done?" a beguiling devilish grin shining on her face.

He took a sip of coffee. "No. What have I done?" he smiled back.

"A Mei Chun in love is something the world has never seen."

"Is the world ready for such a phenomenon?" He put the cup down.

"Are you? I don't think so."

He let the weight of both breasts settle in his palms. "Is this how you'll exact you're revenge?"

"So you figured it out? You're smarter than you look."

"So you think you can fuck me to death?"

"I'm going to try."

"Who's in charge?"

She stopped mid-cantor, looked him dead in the eye, "You so own me," she said, bent down to suck his tongue for a moment and started up again. They beamed at each other.

"By the way, what happened to me last night?"

"I have no idea. It surpasses human understanding." He squeezed her breasts.

"I think I, and I really mean this, I think I lost my mind."

"It seemed like it to me."

"I remember everything, I think?"

He hoped there was one thing she didn't recall, but he'd test her on it later.

"Tell me."

"Yes, master." She groaned as she said it, maneuvering his cock to rub that magic spot within her. "That whip, you just kept hitting with it and every time it made me pulse with, like, this, um, flaming ecstasy. I don't know... Oh, damn, oh that's the spot... how to say it."

He looked at his cock disappearing into her, slathered in her wetness. Her inner lips dragged into her on the up stroke. At moments like this he yearned to stop time.

"I had no idea. I knew some sick people liked it but I always thought they were crazy. I mean, who likes to get whipped?"

"You do, I guess."

"Yeah, right, I mean, who knew?"

"You'll discover a lot of new things about yourself, Mei, in the coming weeks."

"I love it when you call me that." She whipped her hair around to get it out of her face. "Anal orgasms, whipping orgasms, what other kind are there?"

He didn't answer.

"Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Surprise me. Pinch my nipples a bit." And then she added, "Please."

He gave both a nice firm squeeze and pull.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, "I'm a hopeless slut."

"My hopeless slut, Mei."

"Oh, you've got that right. I am so your hopeless slut. Now what are you going to do for your slave?"

"You seem to be doing fine, judging by the juice dripping down on my balls."

"Does my wetness please you, master?"

"Yes." He thrust up inside her as he said it, brushing her cervix.

"Oh!... careful. Mmmm." Even that short sharp pain was pleasure. "Was that the sexist sentence ever?"

"Which one?" he smiled, toying with her.

"Does my wetness please you, master? I just thought it up. I like it."

"You might as well know that it's the thing I like most about sex, other than the female orgasm."

"Oh, I'm a big fan too, the orgasm part. You might like this too." She moved her feet flat beside his hips, squatting, her hands now behind his neck.

"Don't you get tired doing that?"

"What this? Dick squats?"

"You've got a name for it?"

"Don't you watch porn?" She said with mock disappointment.

"Asian cowgirl?"

"Right. Good boy. Like it?"

"Fucking love it."

"Do the rules against cussing ...?"

"No. None of your rules apply to me."

"Right." She lifted the skin over her mound taught to give him a better view.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you're the master."

"Right."

She was ok with that.

"So you like when my pussy is dripping wet?"

"More than life itself."

"Hmm good. Oh damn, you've got a great thick cock, Philip. Really, just the right size."

"You say that to all the guys."

"I never complemented a guy's cock, never. Anyway you meant Jenny."

"Yeah. Do you feel her around?"

"Just the slut part."

She slowed her ride on the pogo stick into a kind of dance, a slow lifting until his head was just visible then a dramatic glide back down and a little wiggle at the bottom. Her hand reached around and stroked his balls before she resumed the pattern.

"More about last night," he said.

"Where do I start. The blindfold was just cruel. I wanted to see you. And the gag was intolerable, drooling all over myself, I felt so dirty. But the nipple clamps... God. It was such torture. You wouldn't know but I guess it would be like getting your balls crushed or something. It really, really hurt."

"Don't want me to use them again?"

She looked at him like he was stupid.

"I didn't think so," he said, grinning.

Her smile turned to a kind of grimace. She was entering stage two, where she could vaguely make out the orgasm in the distance and get some idea of its intensity.

"I didn't say I didn't like it. It's just so effing painful. Then when you sucked my tit it was like the most beautiful feeling ever. Like all of that pain turned instantly into the most exquisite pleasure I've ever felt."

She couldn't maintain this slow tempo any more and sped things up. She put her hands back on his shoulders, her hair falling over his face. She looked under herself to see, her head bumping his, likewise enjoying the same perspective.

She grunted and moaned at the pleasure of stuffing him inside.

"Can I cuss please?"

"Yes."

"Fucking hell Philip. Look at my pussy swallow your... Fuck that is so hot."

"Ugghh yes. That's enough."

"What?" She thought he wanted her to stop moving, so she did.

"Why did you...?"

"You told me to."

"No, I meant stop cussing. Keep fucking me for god's sake."

"Oh, ok, but let me try this. I think you'll like it." She whipped a leg over his head and spun around on his cock and faced his feet. She looked back at him while she withdrew, rubbed the head on her gaping hole and engulfed him again.

"Oh fuck," he said and she smiled. Feeling his lust warmed her.

It was a glorious site, his cock entering her this way, her tight handful sized ass cheeks spread, her wet lips gripping him, her hair swishing to and fro along her back and that beautiful smile beaming at him. The little dimples above her hips were mesmerizing.

"Wow I love your cock, Philip. Oh, mmmm. It's hard as a diamond."

"Like diamonds, do you?"

"Not as much as this." She began a chant of 'Mmm yes, mmm yes,' with a few, 'Oh god's' for variety's sake.

"What else do you remember?"

"Coming when you hit my pussy and collapsing on the table and then your fingers inside me."

"You were so wet."

"It was... incredible. Your power. Then you fucking me. I kind of loose track from there, like I passed out or something. I just remember coming over and over again. It seemed like forever. Like a new kind of torture. It was the best sex of my life."

"Mine too."

"Really?" She sounded surprised and delighted. "Really? Tell me about it please, master." The idea that she was his best made pride well up inside her.

"Yeah, I'd never seen a woman come like that. Great for my ego. I mean you just kept coming like, every minute, tensing up like a cat stretching and you started shaking and then you'd go limp."

"I remember you kept the same maddening rhythm the whole time. Like you were a grandfather clock, in-out, tick-tock, in-out, tick-tock."

"Complaint or observation?" he asked, toying with her asshole with the tip of his middle finger, meeting it on each of her downstrokes.

"Complaint? Idiot! You fuck me into nirvana, ruin me for any other guy, make me come continuously for, what an hour? And you ask if it's a complaint?" She turned half around, stopped moving, reached back for his hand and brought it up to her lips. "Let me wet that for you," she said as she sucked his finger, licking it while mouthing his knuckle.

"Now please master, stick it up your little slut's ass," she said as she turned around and leaned forward, arching her back, making a bullseye of her asshole.

He'd never been one for anal sex before. First it was part of the humiliation but now it felt right and he kept thinking about shoving his cock in that incredibly tight hole. He twisted it just inside, wondering at the feel of the circular muscle that grabbed at the tip of his finger.

"I'm going to fuck you here tonight, Mei, if you're a good girl at the center today."

'Oh my,' she thought, 'that is something to work for.' She said, "Mmmm, I've never had one there. Deeper, please master. All the way in." She looked back into those living green eyes, like phospholuminescent algae. "Is that a promise or threat?"

"They're the same. You know you are forgetting something from last night."

"Yes I know. I'm not ready to talk about it."

"Talk or I spank you."

She hesitated, trying to get his finger further in.

"Well?" he said.

"I'm thinking. Anyway, I don't think, don't spank me please, I don't think we have time to go into the whole thing properly before the taxi gets here."

"Talk in Chinese."

"But you don't speak Chinese."

"Yeah, that way you can say whatever you want."

'Shit, he is so smart.'

"Hǎo bā. Hǎo zhǔyì (Ok. Good idea)." So she started to talk in a non-stop stream, telling how she loved him and recounting last night in exhaustive detail, each sentence in her native tongue, interrupted with moans and exclamations. She told him about how it dawned on her that the strange, unnerving emotion that was so clear, must be love. How it felt a lot like loneliness but the exact opposite. How the yearning for him was love's primary component and her desire to please him was a command that came from deep within her.

She appreciated the freedom it gave her to talk to him without him understanding a word and it was so sweet of him to let her jibber away like this. He didn't have to. She also thought it was very clever of him. He was making her vocalize her feelings to herself first so that they would take hold. She was forming a commitment in her own mind as she reviewed last night's epiphany. That was much more important than hearing her nervously admit to her feelings for him. 'He's a genius,' she thought, 'really knows what he's doing.'

She told him how she loved him because how he cared for her when she was at her weakest, how those eyes of his burned with hunger and how he fucked her without mercy. Then she felt what must have been his index finger try to join his middle one. And realized with a start that her orgasm was close upon her.

She switched back into English. "Ouch, wow that hurts... a little slower please honey." She bit her lower lip against the pain.

He paused a bit now that the tips of both fingers were just inside her little ring and slid them in and out gently.

"You better make me come or I'll miss my ride."

"Fuck the taxi. I'll take you there myself."

"Remember I said you'd have to have a magic cock to make me fall in love with you?"

"Yeah."

"Well you've got one. Now push 'em in a bit more."

She sped up her rocking on him, taking him all the way down, just till his cock brushed her cervix and then back out until she would nearly let it fall out, then back down. This feeling was so spectacular. Being filled, widened and taken possession of by his cock. Then, simultaneously being invaded in the ass like this was just mind blowing.

"I'm really close baby."

"Yes Mei. You can come."

"Oh thanks, but I meant, I'm really close."

Then he realized what she was saying. He sped up his hand as she started a continual humming. Then he aimed one for her left cheek, missed the timing and smacked her on her flank.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, I was aiming lower."

"Try again."

'Smack!' Damn if it wasn't in the exact same spot. He felt embarrassed.

"Ow shit!" she looked back at him with a sharp look in her eye. "Are you trying to fuck this up?"

"Sorry baby," then he remembered who he was supposed to be. "Hey, shut the fuck up slut. If I want to hit you on your back you'll fucking like it."

"Yes, master, but my ass please."

'Smack!' This time he got it right and her pussy and ass clamped down on him.

"Oh fuck yes," she said, as confused as ever as to why it felt so good. "Spank me again!"

Five more blows, five more contractions, then one long grab at his cock, a twenty second series of spasms and she went limp, falling forward, her face between his feet. 'So good, so goddamn good,' she thought while savoring the orgasm.

'Wow,' he thought, 'no need for the magic number.'

"Wǒ de tiān!" she said.

"What's that mean? Chinese sounds sexy."

"It means 'oh my god,' and when you've got your dick in a girl any language she speaks is sexy."

"Good point."

"I better go," she said after a minute's recovery.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

She looked back, still with his cock inside of her, gently stroking her ass.

"Didn't you come?"

"Not yet."

'Wow,' she thought, 'stamina too!'

"Let me do it," she said and moved forward, letting him pop out. She patted the mattress in front of her and he got the message.

He stood before her on the floor, cock in hand and she said, "Give it to me rough."

He did, she loved it, especially the way he grabbed her hair and pushed into her throat.

He came, she swallowed, catching the bit on her chin and guiding it back to her mouth with her finger as she got up to get dressed.

'Mmmm, I never had a taste for it before but I'm starting to like it. Disgusting in a way that makes my head spin.'

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At about three Sarah called Philip to talk.

"Phil, what did you do to this girl?"

He hadn't expected the accusatory tone of voice.

"Be more specific. Something wrong with Mei Chun?"

There was a crash and crying in the background. "Ah, I have to call you back, or better, meet me after work."

"Where?"

"Wherever. There is a coffee shop downstairs from my place, remember it?"

"Yeah. What time?"

"Six. Gotta go." She hung up and he looked at the phone. He had time to go by Mei's house and pick up some things for her. He texted Mei the combination for the door and attached a key lock to the outside door knob. He wrote a note.

'Great job today. I wish I could be here to feed you but I've been called out. You'll find sandwich stuff in the fridge or eat whatever you like. Use this now and I'll be back around eight.'

He put the note on a chair he had pulled in front of the door so she wouldn't miss it when she came in. He put a box on the note, put her collar on the back of the chair, took her keys and left.

At her apartment he threw some clothes in a bag, got some items from the bathroom, took her hitachi from the bedroom and left. On his way to meet Sarah he stopped by a post office.

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Sarah was waiting in the coffee shop in a quiet back corner reading a magazine.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. It was 6:15.

"So you're blackmailing her?" she said instead of 'Hi.'

"Yeah." He sat down across from her. "Does someone come for orders or do you have to go to the counter?"

"Do you want to explain yourself before or after I call the police?"

"It's not like that. She's..."

"... What? You have her consent to blackmail? Is that it?"

"Yeah, kinda. Anyway you're over reacting."

"I'm under reacting."

"You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous."

"We'll one of us is wrong but it's alright. I'm flattered, really."

"We had lunch together and a long talk. You seemed to have brainwashed her in two days."

"More like a week."

"What are you doing to this girl, Phil?"

He realized he liked Philip better.

"I'm helping her to change. She wouldn't have come within five miles of the center a week ago. Now how is she doing?"

"That's not the..."

"... Yes it is. How is she with Jerome?"

"She's fantastic. A natural. She really takes a lot of time and has remarkable patience with them, especially Jerome."

"Did she tell you the kind of person she was before?"

"That's just the brainwashing."

"No. She is changing. Was she better today than yesterday?"

"Yes, less afraid, but yesterday was her first time."

"What did she say? I think I know but tell me."

"She told me she was a complete bitch before meeting you. That she used guys for everything she could, then left them when they got emotionally attached."

"Um hm. That's right. And now?"

"The sun shines out of your ass."

"Listen, Sarah, I like Mei Chun, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her."

"She told me you whipped her with a riding crop last night," she said in a tone that could either mean frustration or disgust.

"How did her eyes look when she said it?"

She thought back to the conversation with Mei, and did remember a peculiar shine in her eyes. "That's the brainwashing," she said again.

"Technically it's not brainwashing, I'm just showing her her true self, and letting her make the decision if she wants to change or not."

"By threatening to send out emails of her naked? Wipe out her diploma? Get her on the most wanted list?"

He gestured as if to show it was inconsequential. "How long have you known me Sarah?"

"Ten years I guess. And I know what you're going to say. That question is always a prompting for trust based on past experience. But you've never done something like this before, unless I'm mistaken." She waited for a confirmation and when he shook his head she continued. "So before today I would have never thought you could do it."

"She's free to leave at any time."

"Will you send out the emails and ruin her life?"

"Depends. So do I go get the coffee?"

"Drink mine."

"Uh... I hate Splenda." He saw a girl with an apron approaching and settled back down. "Listen, she has made really remarkable progress. I'm sure she told you that and it's not brainwashing — not really. I'm showing her the kind of woman she can be if she stops focusing on herself and starts dedicating herself to others." He turned to the cute girl in the apron and ordered coffee. "She's been great for Jerome and if I'm not mistaken she'll be one of your best volunteers very soon."

"I don't know, Phil, are you abusing her?"

"I did but that's mostly over with and I'm liberating her from the bitch she used to be. Ask her yourself."

"Oh she was all on about how bad she was and how much she wants to love you and all that but how do I know you didn't just put that in her mind."

"If you read her emails you'd know. Anyway, what are you complaining about? So far I've done nothing to her except for some exceedingly mild domination and hacked her computer. In exchange for that she is starting to look outside of herself and see the needs of other people. She's growing Sarah. Just be patient and you'll see."