The Rise and Demise of Billy Garratt
By Liverpool Kiss
Part Two


I woke up late, it was a Sunday, and there would be a skeleton crew out at the
plant but they certainly wouldn't expect to see me out there today. So I
turned my mind to other matters.

My bedroom was a mess it was like a bomb had gone off. I was hung over, not
badly, I had had a lot worse, but my head was also full of what I had done in
this room just a few hours earlier and I desperately wanted to forget all of
the sordid details; the joy of being a totally mixed up alpha male submissive,
a complete contradiction. Sometimes I desperately wanted to be dominated and
other times I could think of nothing worse and the guilt of being a submale
hit hard. I tried to erase the memory of last night by stripping the bed, and
cleaning up in an attempt to erase all traces of my submissive behaviour. I
bought the mop and bucket up and washed the bedroom floor and ensuite, and
then I quickly showered and changed and went for a drive.

I spent three or four Sundays of the month at a friend's place, Sam and Glenda
owned a nice property on the banks of the Mekong River just a few miles south
of town. Sam was employed by the US government and Glenda was an English
teacher and they lived in a world that spun in an orbit very different to
mine. I found that they were a refreshing change from the people I usually
socialised with they were an amusing couple who laughed easily and whose
company, that afternoon, I desperately needed.

We spent the afternoon watching English football until a few more friends
arrived when we went outside and had an impromptu barbecue. Sam always had a
steak ready to grill and Glenda was always ready with a salad. I tried to
become involved with the company but it was obvious something was playing on
my mind.

"You ok?" Sam eventually asked.

"We had a big night last night and I'm a bit vacant, that's all." I lied.

And we left it at that. I stayed with them until it got dark. I had
deliberately left my phone at home, I didn't want to talk to Pouna, but there
may have been other calls that needed to be answered. So at about seven I said
my goodbyes and headed back to town.

As I drove down the road towards the office I could see that the office lights
were on. I had turned all the lights off before I left; it meant that Pouna
was working. It wasn't unusual for her work on a Sunday, it was one of the
things I liked about her, her diligence, her commitment, but now I was
thinking of other things and how I would approach her I needn't have worried.
Pouna had it all worked out.

I parked the car in the street outside the office and entered through the side
door, and attempted to sneak up to my apartment before Pouna could see me, but
she had 20/20 radar vision

"Where have you been?" Pouna asked when I appeared and she got up from her
desk. It wasn't a polite enquiry it was a demand to know.

I saw Done sitting at her desk and she looked at me with a wicked smile on her
face.

"O-out I've been over to S Sam's." I tried to sound as confident and as in
control as normal but I was floundering. Pouna was dressed in black pants and
a black t-shirt her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and walked across
the office her heels clicked noisily on the tiles and with each click I
slipped back into the slave I had been last night. Pouna really intimidated me

"Get on your knees." Pouna demanded. I had to rebel, I had to let her know
that last night was a mistake, but I couldn't, I was unable to disobey her. I
was ice before her flame and I melted and crumpled to my knees. She stood
before me and hit me with a stinging right hand. Done stood up and walked to
where I knelt and the two women stood over me

"What are you doing?" Pouna demanded to know, "You want me to take control of
your life. You are a pathetic male submissive. I have read the emails and the
websites you visit, I have played the games with you, but I am no longer
playing. You want this as much as I do so why are you resisting? The games are
over, bitch. Admit that you want me to take control of your life and I will,
but once I do there will be no compromises, no turning back. Once you have
given your consent I will take you and break you. It's what you want isn't it?
Isn't it? You fucking slut?" The brief window to escape total slavery finally
slammed shut, when I surrendered

"Yes Mistress Pouna." I conceded.

She smiled. It was a cold hard smile

"Go upstairs strip and wait for us. You are going to be taught a lesson in
obedience tonight, one that you will never forget." She snapped. On my knees I
was almost as tall as she was standing but she was more than a match for me,
her eyes bored into mine and I found I couldn't hold her stare and bowed my
head. A very small part of me wanted to put an end to this, but paradoxically
my submissive persona was stronger than my alpha male persona and I sank
deeper into submission. She was right; I wanted to be dominated by her. I
wanted to be her's.

"Yes ma'am," I timidly replied. I was about to stand when she slapped me
across the face again, "crawl," Mistress Pouna ordered and I crawled to the
stairs and I could feel Done's eyes burning into me as I past her.

I crawled up the stairs all the way to my apartment and I never stood up until
I started to get undressed. As soon as I was undressed I fell to my knees
again and waited. I was learning my place.

A few minutes later I heard them coming up the stairs. They were talking in
Lao, they entered my apartment and locked the front door the they entered my
bedroom, and Done closed my bedroom door and locked it. Mistress Pouna looked
at me for a second and then walked quickly towards me and slammed her foot
viciously into my unprotected balls. I let out a scream and crashed to the
floor. Oh God that hurt. I had a collection of movies of women kicking men in
the balls; how some men could stand there and absorb that sort of abuse is
beyond me. I certainly couldn't. I writhed in pain at their feet, Mistress
Pouna grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to my knees then Done, who was
standing behind me, kicked me in the balls from behind.

I nearly blacked out. Done then jumped on top of me, she wrestled me on to my
back and sat down heavily on my face then she grabbed each leg one at a time
and pulled them under her arms and leaned back and held me. Mistress Pouna
then laid into my balls with my belt!

One. I screamed into Done's perfect denimed arse.

Two. I screamed louder.

Three. "PLEASE!" I screamed

Four. The belt splattered into my balls. I writhed and bucked but Done held
me,

Five. I started to cry. Mistress Pouna was hurting me, really hurting me.

Six. "PLEASNOMOREPLEASEEEEEEE!" I begged. PLEASTOPLEEAAAGGG!"

Seven. PLEEASEMISTRESSPOUNAAAGGGGHHH..STOPLEASTOPLEAS!" I was sobbing
uncontrollably.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten. The assault stopped and Done let me fall and roll into the foetal
position as I wept at their feet.

"Remember this moment," Mistress Pouna said above my crying. 'Remember the
pain you are feeling right now because this is what you can expect if you ever
disobey me or any of my friends ever again. She squatted down beside me and
gripped me by the balls and squeezed.

"Do you understand me Bill?" Mistress Pouna demanded to know, squeezing my
busted balls even tighter

"Yes Mistress Pouna." I cried.

"You are my bitch Bill and I am taking control of everything. Understand me.
You are mine." She said grinding my balls together, kneading them, crushing
them. Her face was an inch away from mine and she glared deep into my eyes as
she squeezed my balls even tighter.

"PLEEEEEEESSMISTRESSPOUNAAAAGGGGG YES, YES I UNDERSTAND. PLEAAASEEEEE
MISTRESSPOUNAAAGGHHH." I squealed

"What are you?"

"I am your bitch Mistress Pouna."

Mistress Pouna finally, mercifully released her grim on my balls and I fell to
her feet and started to kiss her feet.

Done was inside my closet and she threw two suitcases on to the bedroom floor.

"Put all of your clothes into the suit cases. Mistress Pouna ordered. I was
about to ask why, but I thought better of it. Done threw all of the clothes
that were on hangers into the bedroom, a suit, jeans, shirts and Mistress
Pouna dumped the contents of my chest of drawers on to the floor; socks,
underpants, t-shirts, shorts. in a few minutes all of my clothes were stuffed
into the two cases. Pouna emptied my laundry hamper and stuffed my dirty
underwear and laundry into the cases. She then went through the pockets of the
jeans I had worn that afternoon and took my wallet, house keys and car keys
she took my phone then from my business case she took my computer, my hard
drive and my passport.

I cowered on the floor before them as they took everything "You are mine
bitch, and you are going nowhere anymore, not without me or my permission"
Mistress Pouna told me. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress Pouna."

"Take these to the car." I meekly obeyed; my balls hurt so much, they were
swollen and very, very vulnerable, walking was difficult, but the three of us
went to down to my car and put the cases in the back of the pickup. I was
naked, but the street was dark and no one saw me loading the vehicle, it was
the very least of Mistress Pouna's concerns she then ordered me to crawl back
to my bedroom. I knelt in my bedroom and Mistress Pouna and Done followed me
in.

"Obey me Bill, obey me and my friends to the letter and life will be quite
painless. Disobey me and you will know what to expect." And she smashed her
foot viciously into my delicate, unprotected balls. She squatted down beside
me and grabbed by the balls and squeezed them tighter than ever "if you want
to keep these what are you going to do Bill?"

"OBEYOUMISTRESSPOUNAAAAGGGGG"

Done was beside her and as soon as Mistress Pouna released her grip Done
wrapped her fingers around my balls and squeezed. I screamed and writhed in
agony as she stood up stretching my ball bag to its limit and she shook me
like I was a dog on stick.

"Obey me as well." Mistress Done demanded above my screaming

"YESMISTRESSDONEEEEE! YESMISTRESSDONEEE" I managed She let go of my balls and
then stomped on them I writhed in absolute agony on the floor before the two
women, they then turned walked out of my bedroom and closed and locked the
door.

It was a long night.

In fact it was two days before Mistress Pouna returned and when she arrived
she came with a small entourage. Six women entered my room I knew all of them
Mistress Pouna of course, Mistress Done, Joy, one of the office girls, and Noi
and Toun women I knew from the plant.

"Get on your knees." Mistress Pouna ordered and to the amazement of all the
women present except Mistress Done I immediately obeyed. "You don't know
everyone here; this is a friend of mine, Pam." Mistress Pouna introduced me to
the woman standing beside her. "Pam can perform all sorts of duties She is JP,
a notary, she is a solicitor and she is going to be your worse night mare so
be very, very nice to her." Mistress Pouna told me.

"Yes Mistress Pouna." I automatically replied. There was an audible murmur
when the women heard me address Mistress Pouna with her title for the first
time. Toun, Noi and Joy had seen a little evidence of Pouna's control over me,
but this morning they were witnessing just how far her control of me extended.

"Let's go into the lounge," Pam suggested and we all followed her to the main
room of the apartment. Pam sat at my desk and took out her laptop from her
case and set herself up, The other women set themselves down on the various
armchairs and couches in the room and I knelt in the centre of the room very
much the focal point.

After a brief interlude Pam started. "William Garratt is this your computer?"
Pam asked. I looked at it, it looked like mine and probably was.

"Yes Ma'am," I replied.

"Can you open it for me please?" I crawled to where she sat and typed in my
password. Pam was dressed in a sharp business suit, it was charcoal grey in
colour, the skirt was hemmed a few inches above her knee, she wore black
stockings and black patent leather high heels. The room was warm and she had
removed her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair; she wore a pink
blouse that was unbuttoned at the neck, and I could see by the shading that
she wore a black bra under her blouse. My computer came to life and after a
few taps of the keys Pam found what she was looking for.

"You have pornographic material on your computer Mr Garratt.

"Yes Ma'am." I replied

"Did you know pornography is illegal in this country?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Pam spoke with an American accent. I had heard about her. She was one of the
Lao orphans who was accepted by the US as a refugee when the war ended. She
was educated in the United States and lived there for a while, but as soon as
the opportunity presented itself when she returned to her home and now she was
one of the most successful business women in Laos and I knew I was in serious
trouble.

"This sort of material can get you ten years and a very heavy fine. One phone
call to Done's uncle and we can have you before a judge by the end of the
week. They are very efficient when I want them to be." Pam told me with a
cruel smile.

"However Pouna has offered you a way out. She has offered to marry you and you
will be remanded under her care, with a promise that this sort of thing will
never happen again." Pam looked at me she stared at my limp penis then looked
me in the eyes. "What is it to be?" She demanded to know.

They had me over a barrel; there was no way I would get ten years for having
porn on my computer. But with Pam's involvement and Done's uncle involved
anything was possible. If I married Mistress Pouna anything could happen I
might find my clothes and passport and do a runner. I would play their game
and when I was ready I would scarper.

"Thank you Madam Pam. And Mistress Pouna, I will be proud to become Mistress
Pouna's husband." I told them

"Good that is very sensible." Pam replied. "Pouna also has a few requirements
that she wants to make before she marries you. She wants to change your name
by deed pole, I can do that here and now I have drawn up the papers. She also
wants all of your assets, you will give her power of attorney and we can make
a quick trip to Australia and do that, as your wife she should have no problem
acting on your behalf. I have the papers here that simply need your signature
and we can get the ball rolling just as soon as you are married." Pam
concluded.

Holy shit. This was playing their game?? I was fucked!

I looked at Mistress Pouna, my wife to be, she was dressed in a western style
skirt and blouse and she returned my stare with cold hard eyes a wicked smile
brushed her lips. She knew I would try and do a runner and she quickly slammed
that door shut. I was in trouble. I tried to hold her glare but I couldn't.

"Get over here." Pouna demanded and I crawled to her side ad knelt beside her.
Pam took out the paperwork, it was all written in Lao script of course and I
didn't understand a word, but that didn't matter.

The wedding ceremony was conducted in English for the benefit of humiliating
me.

"Do you Pouna take William Garratt as your slave/husband?" Pam asked

"I do." Pouna replied, she didn't look at me when she spoke.

"And do you William Garratt take Pouna as Your Wife and Owner?"

"I do." I replied and Pouna was handed a collar by Done her Best Woman. Pouna
fastened the collar around my neck and locked it in place.

"Congratulations! You may kiss your Owners feet." Pam told me. And I obeyed.
Photographs were taken and the women in the room cheered

Pouna was also given a bird cage chastity device, a stainless steel cage that
Pouna expertly locked around my cock and balls. It was a small version only
about three inches long a device that would prevent me getting an erection It
took her ten seconds to lock my cock away, both keys were put on a gold chain
that the girls gave her for a wedding present and the keys hung around her
neck.

The paperwork for the Power of attorney was next. I signed in the appropriate
places. The document was in English and Lao I signed both. Finally Pouna
wanted to change my name as she owned me now this was seen as a natural thing
to do. My name was changed to Pounasbitch. Pam announced this in Lao and the
Women present cheered and burst out laughing I signed the Deed of Change of
Name, again in both languages and I became Pounasbitch from that moment. All
that remained was for Mistress Pouna to consummate the marriage.

Mistress Done took a leash and snapped it to my collar and she led me to the
dining table and she pulled me across the table, where Toun and Noi grabbed me
by the wrists and pulled me and held my wrists firmly. I looked up at the
attractive face of Toun who had been one of my office girls she had developed
the same cold hard eyes of Mistress Pouna and she glared at me with a cold
smile on her lips.

My legs were pulled wide apart and I felt Mistress Pouna smear some oil on my
arsehole and she slipped a finger into me. Mistress Pouna had small hands and
her fingers entered me easily. One, two three were pushed into me, before I
felt any real discomfort. Then I felt the head of her dildo push against my
sphincter and she slowly forced me open. I don't know how large the dildo was
but I thought it was going to split me in half. Mistress Pouna dug her nails
into the flesh on my hips for purchase and pulled me onto her cock. I
whimpered as she slid into me. Toun, Noi and Mistress Done laughed at me as
Mistress Pouna forced her cock deeper and deeper into me.

"AAAAAHHHHHGGGGGGG,"I cried as Pouna split my arse apart. I closed my eyes and
endured another agony. I was a virgin I had never been fucked in the arse
before.

Sensing this Mistress Done slapped me across the face. I opened my eyes and
looked at her.

"Is this the first time?" Mistress Done asked.

"Yes Mistress Done." I admitted.

"You have married a virgin, Pou."

Mistress Pouna laughed. "The bitch might be tight now but it will be as loose
as an old cow by the time we have finished with him." She said with no humour
at all. I finally felt her strap on harness push against my arse cheeks, he
then eased the cock out of me. And then very slowly Mistress Pouna started to
fuck me. Long, slow strokes at first, then after about a minute she started to
fuck me harder and faster.

This had to be the most humiliating thing a man will ever have to experience
and to be watched by three young women amplified the humiliation many times. I
started to cry.

"Your bitch is crying," Toun announced, this news seemed to push Mistress
Pouna into another gear and she fucked me harder and faster. Madam Pam started
to take some wedding pictures. She caught my tears very well. She was also
recording a movie of the entire consummation.

Mistress Pouna fucked me hard for ten long minutes she had more stamina than
me, she had more stamina than most men, she finally turned on the vibrator
that almost rattled my teeth loose and soon she was experiencing violent
orgasm she thrust her cock deep into me and held it there as wave after wave
of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her, her orgasm lasted a long time, she
oblivious to me and my suffering as she wrenched and writhed over me. Her
nails were dug so deep into my hips they drew blood. Pam caught it all on
camera.

"You can watch it tonight on You-Tube bitch" Pam told me. To be continued ...
..

Mistress Done was next, followed by Toun, then Noi, then Joy, and Madam Pam
was the last to fuck me. She brough her own ten inch black gnarled dildo.
Madam Pam, had removed her sk