OMG. Travels with my Mistress

Part 7


I lay on my back, tied to the rough makeshift cross, my ankles were forced
wide apart, my cock and balls bruised and bloodied and my spirit broken. I was
exposed and vulnerable and whatever challenge I had once offered was long
forgotten and the idea of me being seen as anything other than a compliant
submissive slave whose only use was to be used. Everything that I knew about
the project I had explained in minute detail to Madam Mindiri and her staff.
Orla and Lisa had watched as the tiny Thai women had extracted every ounce of
information from me. They had the address of my contacts in China who were
supplying all of the major components, but I would have to go to two of the
suppliers as I had the supply rights to SE Asia. There were things that I
needed to be involved in with the purchases. This irked Madam Mindiri she
didn't want me to leave Thailand, but after a chat with Pouna it was decided
that she would accompany me and Orla and Lisa to China. Pouna spoke Mandarin
and with her present during the negotiations Madam Mindiri felt that things
would be negotiated to her satisfaction

Pouna sat on my chest the rest of the women sat around the room watching as
she played her cigarette across my chest she singed the hairs that remained on
my chest. Her skirt rode up her thighs revealing her white satin panties, she
edged slowly forward until her panties were on my chin she looked down at me
over the hem of her skirt. I could smell her, the rich cocktail of perfume and
pussy juices her damp panties covered my mouth and ever slowly her body crept
towards my nose, she sat on my mouth and soaked satin panties covered my nose,
she leaned forward and looked down at me. The women were watching me amused at
how I struggled beneath her. I was tied to the cross unable to move; she was
taking sadistic delight in watching me struggle, my eyes must have looked like
organ stops though the holes in the helmet. The women chatted excitedly when
they realised what she was doing. She was smothering me, her damp panties
became drenched in her juices and I was drowning under her, my neck tied to
the rough timber and my head held firmly between her thighs, I began to panic,
and the more I panicked the more Pouna pressed her crotch over my mouth and
nose, she looked deep into my eyes and smiled, I begged her with my eyes no
other communication was possible, she slowly slid back and allowed me to
breath, just for a second or so and slowly eased forward again and the white
satin covered my mouth and nose and she stopped just before she covered my
eyes again the same ritual the same sadistic enjoyment of watching me fight
for breath, each time she sat on me a couple of seconds longer. She controlled
every aspect of my life; if that was the message she was sending. It was
working; I was aware of her power. She slid back again, and allowed me to
breath, but only for a second ...

She toyed with me for about half an hour until she became bored with me. She
had broken me; tiny Pouna, had me in the palm of her hand and we both knew it.

Our flight to Shanghai left at the ridiculous time of two a.m. We left
Mukdahan at six in the evening and we flew from Ubon Ratchathani to Bangkok
and we spent three hours in the Transit Lounge. Both Lisa and Orla were flying
Business Class Pouna and I were flying