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Part 6 Thailand II


It was a long, sweltering, uncomfortable night and sleep would come to release
me from my box for an hour or two so when I finally heard noises I was almost
glad that I might be released ... ..

Pouna had gone home, completely at a loss to describe what she had witnessed
and been a party to. In her twenty eight years she had never had a man kneel
before her and kiss her feet, she had never witnessed and man's erection to be
controlled in such a way, she had never known how delicate a man's balls were,
never seen the pain that a simple slap could cause. In all of her life she had
never witnessed Female Domination at such close quarters, she was excited by
what she had seen, excited and aroused, she couldn't believe how wet she had
become at having the power over this man, she couldn't explain to anyone she
knew, except Noi, about what she had experienced, she wanted to talk to Noi,
but there was something else she wanted to do first and at the end of a long
day she was back home in her tiny apartment she sat on her bed with her laptop
and was waiting for Google to come up on her screen, when it appeared she
punch in the words 'FEMALE DOMINATION' and she waited for the search engine to
reveal what it had ... "Oh my Buddha," she said aloud as page after page was
downloaded, pages and pages of Women dominating men and she began reading, and
looking and learning ... "Oh my Buddha ... " she repeated.

Across town Orla was also on her computer. After they had been dropped off at
the hotel the girls had showered and gone out to find some night life. They
found the town noisy and hot, crowded and dirty. They had a drink at somewhere
that looked like it might serve what they wanted, but were disappointed. Their
conversation had been all about the day's events, and they were both amused at
how things had developed. They walked down to the river had another drink at a
little caf' that offered a view across to the Laos city of Savannahket, but
precious little else, and eventually they walked back to the hotel and
returned to their rooms.

The hotel was a four star establishment, but Orla wasn't sure on what scale
the rating was based. It was clean and the internet was free, the AC worked,
but it was noisy, the bathroom plumbing and fittings were old and the towels
were thin and the carpet threadbare. The mini bar in the fridge consisted of
Coke or Sprite, and the TV offered seventeen channels all in Thai. After the
disappointing night on the town Orla had a shower, the humid night was almost
stifling, and after the brisk walk back to the hotel her clothes were wringing
wet, Orla stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in the terry towel
bathrobe the only thing in the room that met her demanding tastes, she threw
her laptop onto the bed and flopped down on the bed beside it. She opened it
up and turned it on. She picked up her handbag and pulled her camera out and
removed the card and slipped it into the on her laptop and proceeded to down
load the movie she had taken on the bus, it took couple of minutes, and when
it was downloaded she played the whole thing, if anything it was funnier
watching it all the second time than when it had actually happened, she
chuckled to herself repeatedly, in just a few days she had reduced him to a
shadow of the man he had been when he first arrived in South Melbourne. Orla
had plans, big plans and they didn't include working for a living. Controlling
men, a small stable of men who would work for her, be hers to use and
manipulate, hers to own. As she watched the movie for the second time she
could see how this might work. She wrote a quick email to Bernadette and
attached the movie; she also sent a quick message to Lisa who was in the next
room and one to Pouna with the same attachment.

After they locked Larry away Pouna drove Madam Mindiri back to her office in
Mukdahan where she dismissed Pouna, telling her to keep the minibus as they
would need it in the morning.

Madam Mindiri took the lift to the top floor of the factory that she owned and
went to her office and made a few phone calls. Many years ago Mindiri's father
had started an small engineering company in Bangkok, her brother took over the
company when their father retired and he took it from a back yard jobbing shop
to something considerably bigger when he merged with Mindiri's husbands
company that specialised in electrical and domestic work. Over the years they
managed to buy some land down by the river and branched in heavy fabrication.
The construction of the Friendship Bridge that spans the Mekong at Nong Kai
was fabricated by their company. Both men were good engineers, but poor
business men, they turned a profit, but nowhere near as big as it should have
been in Mindiri's eyes. Madam Mindiri started to become more involved in the
running of the company especially the finances, slowly she took control of the
company, becoming the major shareholder when she turned her husband into her
slave. She employed Khun Sian to run the Engineering, a man she also
manipulated. He was good at what she employed him to do, but because of the
successful completion of the first Friendship Bridge contractors were starting
to queue at her door; companies skilled in many aspects of Engineering wanted
to enter into Joint Ventures with her company. Projects were brought to her
that only needed labour and materials. She bought out her brother and took
total control of the company.

They had employed only men in key roles this changed when Madam Mindiri took
control more and more women were employed as Managers and they brought their
friends in to work with them The menial work was still done by the men, but
more and more Women were being employed as welders, most of her front line
supervisors were now Women. Her company was growing, it was seen as a company
that met deadlines and budgets, and through it all Madam Mindiri involvement
was total and her profits large. When the second Friendship Bridge was built
down at Mukdahan her company was the obvious choice to build it. She changed
the name of the company when the second bridge project was completed. Foe
years because of the diversity they had tried to cover all aspects of their
business in the name, Under her brother and her husband the company had been
called: Fabrication, Electrical Mechanical and Domestic Engineering Madam
Mindiri renamed it; FEMDOM Engineering.

It wasn't unusual for Madam Mindiri to work all night, she was a thorough and
diligent business woman and had become used to working the long hours required
to bring a project together, and her staff, her Womanager's as she called them
were expected to put in similar hours. Madam Mindiri looked after the
finances, and had seen a number of her finance managers rise and fall, the
temptation was always too much to syphon a little off and hope no one saw. At
first no one did, but they became greedy and soon their greed betrayed them.
In Orla and Lisa she saw a couple of possible recruits. Time would tell.

Pouna down loaded the movie that Orla had sent and put it in a file with some
of the more graphic stuff she had downloaded from the internet. How could all
of this been going on all around her and know nothing at all about it, she
asked herself. She looked around her tiny flat and knew there was a way out of
here. A way to a better life and strangely men were the answer, all of her
life she had served men. Father, brothers, the natural order put men at the
top in Thailand, not anymore; she would start to use men. She was eighteen
months away from her 30th birthday by then she wanted to see some changes.

*

The following morning they all met at the site where the plant was to be
built, a field just north of the city not far from the International Bridge
and on 212 Highway a direct link to the port city of Lam Chabang. Pouna had
picked up the two engineers from the plant at seven and taken them to where
they had Larry been locked up. Then at nine she returned to the Palace Hotel
to pick up Orla and Lisa. The two Australian women appeared in the hotel lobby
freshly showered and dressed for the heat of the day. Both wore the light blue
company blouse and beige skirt, neither women wore stockings or tights and
wore comfortable, sensible shoes. Pouna took them directly to the site where
Madam Mindiri and Noi and Khun Sian and two of his men were waiting.

It was a bright day and already at just after nine the heat of the day was
starting to be felt. Handshakes were briefly exchanged again.

"Where is Larry?" Was the first question on everyone's lips?

"He is with my engineers they are discussing the mechanical details we don't
need him here today we are simply going over the GA, the General Arrangement."
Madam Mindiri said through Pouna. The field was fairly flat and level and a
minimum of earth works would be required one of the men with Khun Sian was the
civil supervisor and the men discussed the civil requirement, the drawings
were available and approved, they could start. Madam Mindiri spoke at length
to Khun Sian and she then dismissed them.

She joined Orla and Lisa who were deep in conversation with Pouna, "There are
so many aspects of this project that the slave knows about that my engineers
will want to know," Madam Mindiri said through Pouna as they walked to the
cars, it was the first time that Larry had been called what he was. Madam
Mindiri had little patience for men, but she knew this one will need to be
processed properly, the successful completion of the project demanded it. Orla
and Lisa got back into the mini bus and Noi went with Madam Mindiri back to
her house.

Na and Souky the two female engineers sat at a table in the kitchen when Madam
Mindiri and her entourage arrived. The maid who had been busying herself at
the sink poured coffee into cups served the ferang's and then Madam Mindiri.
"Where is the slave Mindiri asked?

"Down stairs," Souky answered drawing on her cigarette.

"There is a lot that he needs to tell us and quickly." Madam Mindiri said
disappointed, believing that they hadn't started to talk to him.

"He'll tell us whatever we want to know. " Souky said stubbing out her
cigarette. She got up from the table and led the women down into the basement.

They descended the stairs led by Souky and Na, the two engineers had already
pulled him from his cage and they had him kneeling in the centre of the
basement with a rope around his neck.

"Good morning slave." Madam Mindiri said. She stood in front of him. 'You can
kiss my foot,' Madam Mindiri said it was an instruction not an option. Souky
pushed his head forward and he attempted to kiss her foot. Souky stood behind
him and pulled on the rope. She pulled his head down and made him kiss Madam
Mindiri's foot. Then she kicked him, she was bare foot and she kicked him with
the sole of her foot; more of a stomp than a kick. Na stood on the other side
and did a similar thing his head snapped left and then right, the big man
staggered on his knees and he looked like he was going to fall, but Souky
yanked his head back and delivered another vicious kick. Na not to be out done
delivered another hard kick with the sole of her foot. Na was a small woman,
dressed in a short navy blue skirt, and a white blouse, she may have been
small but she had an intensity about her that belied her size, she caused him
to fall and Souky had to yank on the rope hard to keep him on his knees. Pouna
moved forward she felt left out, she wanted to kick him, and soon got her
wish. Noi also stepped up and the four tiny Thai women started to lay into him
with powerful head and body kicks. Souky somehow managed to keep him upright,
but each woman was determined to knock him out.

On his knees he was just a few inches taller than the women; they were like a
gang of viscous jackal's attacking a Lion. Pouna stood in front of him, She
was dressed in the navy blue company dress hemmed just above her knee she
looked into the slave's eyes, and she slapped him hard across the face, so
hard she stung the palm of her hand. His balls offered a delicious target, one
too tempting for Souky to ignore and she slapped her bare foot into his tender
delicate nuts and despite her best efforts she couldn't hold him and her
tumbled to the floor in agony.

Madam Mindiri said something and Pouna turned to the two Australian
accountants "We want to watch you torture him," Pouna said somewhat
reluctantly.

Orla and Lisa came forward and the Thai women watched them keenly. It took the
them about ten minutes to prepare him for what they intended and when he was
ready they started.

"Who owns your cock?" Orla demanded to know. She stood in front of him,
dressed in a turquoise cotton blouse and dark grey skirt, he was naked and
tied to a rough timber cross, his wrists were tied to the horizontal his neck
and waist were tied the vertical member of the cross a spreader had been
buckled between to his ankles and a rough piece of timber forced his knees
wide apart making his already tortured balls exposed and open for further
abuse. He had now been fitted with one of those hideous leather hoods, a
zipper covered each eye preventing him from seeing his tormentors, a zipper
covered each ear restricting his hearing, and a zip covered his mouth; a small
dildo had been pushed into his mouth Lisa had pushed the thing up his arse
before she forced it into his mouth, but now Orla needed an answer to her
question, she open the zip that covered his mouth and ordered him to spit out
the dildo. 'Who Owns your cock?' Orla repeated.

'You do Mistress Orla, he replied.'

Pouna watched as Orla and Lisa continued to destroy him. She had never
witnessed the total destruction of a man before, never seen a man so
humiliated, so verbally and physically abused, and she wondered if anyone
could ever fully recover from such an ordeal. She thoroughly enjoyed what she
was watching and experiencing, her panties weren't just wet anymore they were
soaked, her juices were starting trickle down her thigh, she crossed her legs
in a vain attempt to stem the flow. She loved what she was seeing. Loved
watching these women exert such power over another and the fact that the
'other' had been a man that she once admired and respected elevated the two
women in her eyes to a station higher than any woman she knew, even Madam
Mindiri.

He cowered before Orla, Lisa had a chain leash fastened to the top of the hood
and yanked his head back Orla, whipped him across the face with the crop,
despite the thick leather mask he felt the crops sting. Orla ran the crop over
his body down to his groin and to his balls, she slapped the crop against his
balls lightly at first Orla knew how to hurt a man, she flicked the crop
across cock his limp shrivelled flaccid cock, useless fucking thing and she
whipped it viciously causing him to groan inside the hood. And then slapped
his balls hard with the crop he cried out. Orla him again.

"Can I?" Pouna heard herself say before the she knew she had said it. Orla
looked at the tiny Thai woman, pleased that she might have another genuine
devotee. Orla handed the crop to Pouna She opened the zip over his eyes, she
wanted to see him, she wanted him to know it was Pouna who was dominating him.

"Who owns your balls?' Pouna asked. He hesitated for a second and she flayed
him with the crop. 'I will flog my balls with the next stroke if I don't hear
the answer to my question.' she said. She looked at him, 'who owns your
balls?'

'You do Mistress Pouna.' he quickly replied.

'And if I want to whip my balls. Whose permission do I need?' She asked.

'No one's Mistress Pouna.'

'Your cock and balls are like, things I keep in the kitchen, a spoon, a cup,
or a book I own them but I don't keep them with me all the time.' Pouna
expanded. Orla and Lisa listened to the tiny Thai woman explaining her
understanding of what she had learned from the net, and the two Australian
women were impressed. He looked at her, she was starting to scare him as much
as Orla, she seemed capable of hurting him he looked at the crop wondering
when she was going to use it on him. She teased him, toyed with him. Lisa
pulled him back, his balls hung there a tempting, swinging target that she
found impossible to resist, but instead of whipping him she drove her foot
into his delicate testicles, not once or twice but three times. Three times
she drove he foot between his legs, three times she felt his balls squish
against her foot as she drove them up into his abdomen. He rocked back and
forth and would have collapsed to the floor had Lisa not managed to hold him
Orla kicked him in the face with the sole of her foot, and all of a sudden the
three women unleashed their pent up fury on him. Lisa raked the heel of her
shoe down his back, a vivid red welt immediately appeared. Orla laughed. 'I
like that!' And she put her shoes on and tore the heel of her stiletto across
his thigh, ripping a deep gouge across the top of his leg it was quickly
followed by another. Lisa ripped another trough down his back on the other
side of the timber cross, Pouna not to be out done raked the heel of her shoe
across his chest from just below one of his nipples across his stomach. They
had found a new way of torturing him and laughed as they savagely played with
him.

Each woman decided to rip their names into his flesh. L-I-S-A was slashed
easily down his back. he was hauled over backwards and crashed to the floor
and flayed around like an upturned turtle, as they stood on him. Their heels
dug into his soft flesh, ripping deep furrows across his skin O-R-L-A stood on
his stomach her heels looked as if they would puncture a vital organ as she
viciously slashed her name chest, she had trouble with the 'R' and didn't stop
until she was satisfied that the letter was obvious. But it was Pouna who
caused him the most distress. She wanted his balls skewered on her heel, she
stomped on his balls, the heel raked down his inner thigh. She stood on his
balls the sole of her shoe grinding his balls into the concrete floor. he
screamed and begged for her to stop.

'MISTRESS POUNA PLEASE! I BEG.
YOUPLLEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSTOPLLLLLEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHSSSSS "She raked his
flacid penis with the metal tip of her heel.

If Pouna had been allowed to continue she would have torn his cock and balls
from his body. They needed him, they wanted to watch her castrate him and for
a second the idea nearly absorbed them, but, they stopped her just as she was
about to stomp on his balls with her heel.

"Hang on Pouna! Hang on." Orla called. "We need him intact; we need him for
the project. When we are finished we'll let you have some more fun with him.

Torturing his balls is more fun when they are still connected to his body."
Lisa continued. Pouna agreed and took off her shoe and ripped her name across
his lower abdomen with the heel of her shoe. P-O- the U she ripped either side
of his genitals-N-A.

"THEY ARE MINE!'' She spat. She stood over him. 'WHO DO YOUR BALLS BELONG TO?
Pouna demanded to know.

"You, Mistress Pouna, they are yours...." He told her between sobs.