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DRAGON LADY
PART TWO
Chapter One
Not even ten o’clock yet in Tokyo, soothed with the subtle head to toe massages by her friend, sharing an occasional glass of wine between the also masterfully applied masturbations leading to multiple climaxes, Lynn lays across the satin sheets on her bare back sexually exhausted. The door swung open to the hallway, she can hear the girl’s voice, obviously speaking in Japanese as she steps back into the bedroom with her phone in hand. An animated conversation taking place, seeing her glancing toward the bed, hand waving, nodding her head a couple times, she flicks the phone off.
“Well Lynn,” she nods as she steps toward the bed, phone in hand. “Seem like you’re in luck, you’ve got a midnight showing!”
“Huh?” Twisting, muttering back as she lets her hands slide off the sheets, cup the bottoms of her bare breasts, Lynn answers, “Wha… Mid… Midnight what?”
“Midnight… Midnight tonight girlfriend, you’re going to be the headliner across the way,” she answers as she flips the phone on the dresser, opens her closet door. “Got to get you ready, just think, your first night here and you’re getting to live your fantasy already!... And, be making some spending money on top of it all, in US dollars too!”
Watching the girl rummaging through the closet, turn with a pair of wide patterned black fishnet stockings, various lengths of what appears to be black velvet ropes and a contoured black velvet eye mask, holding them up toward the bed, Lynn lifts herself across the mattress on her elbows, trying to understand, nervously asking, “Tonight, midnight with… With him… Him over there?”
“Sure,” her Oriental friend smiles as she leans over, picks a pair of black stiletto boots from her rack of shoes. “Got to get going, get you looking hot.” She continues as she tosses the stuff across the foot of the bed. “There, that’s all you’ll need to wear tonight!... Now get your butt up, we’ve got some work to do.”
Stepping back out into the hallway, turning, nodding toward the bathroom, the girl orders, “Get in here, we’ve got to get your hair ready, get going girl, chop chop!”
Sliding off the bed, arms crossed below her pendulous, yet firm breasts, mind almost in a daze from the day’s flurry of activities, unbelievably just a day ago still back in the states, Lynn almost sheepishly follows the girl to the bathroom. The towel long ago unraveled from her head, her stringy dark hair twists, curls across her bare shoulders. Her thoughts still of the binoculars, realizing she’d been watching her friend being fucked across in the adjoining building earlier, anxiety, trepidation creep into her rash of thoughts as the vision of really being mounted by that huge cock, actually abused, especially in full view tonight like her friend was earlier, seems so surreal, unbelievable.
“Come over here, lean your head over the tub,” the girl orders as she turns the brass spicket on, adjust the water’s temperature. “The men over here have a thing for American women with really nice big tits, and blond hair,” she grins as she glances toward Lynn’s dark hair, her global breasts. “You’re two out of three right now.”
Reaching up, feeling her strands of damp hair with both hands, realizing what’s about to happen, she mutters, “My… My hair? You want to dye it?... Dye my hair blonde?”
“Hey, just for tonight,” the girl answers as she checks the instructions on the back of the bottle. Shaking it in one hand, testing the water’s temperature with the other, she adds, “Believe me, I know what I’m doing, besides, with that pussy already shaven, no one will know the difference anyway, so don’t worry!... Trust me, you’re in good hands!... Now bend over here… Come on, we don’t have time to kill!”
Hesitant, yet still obeying, leaning over the rim of the tub, kneeling, she feels her friend’s hands gruffly kneading her hair, the almost hot water drenching her head, her face as she squints her eyes shut, holds her breath. The solution pouring out, mixing with the water, being scrubbed into her scalp, she struggles for breath as water pours across her nose, lips.
“Just another minute or so,” the girl’s voice raises above the spouting water. “Just a quick dye and we’ll be done, hang on!”
The water shutting off, feeling a towel wrapped around her drenched hair, Lynn raises up, grips both sides of her head, the warm, wet towel drooping, the remnants of the mixture dripping down across her shoulders.
“Okay, lets give it a few minutes, then we’ll get you prepared,” the girl smiles as she reaches up, straightens the towel, her smock brushing across Lynn’s thrust out breasts. “We’re going to have you looking like a first class American hooker, that’s what they want to see!... Come back in the bedroom with me; sit at the dresser on my stool.”
Following, sitting in front of the dresser, her naked body damp, beading with the bathwater, she glances at her reflection staring back at her as the girl flips on the lights surrounding the mirror.
“Might as well start with the stockings,” her friend suggests as she kneels, unravels the fishnet material. “Hold your foot out.” Sliding the stocking up across the bare foot, the ankle, unraveling it across the calve, past the knee, she stretches the wide black band at the top of the fishnet webbing back and forth until reaching mid thigh. “There, now the other leg.” Repeating the procedure, stretching the stocking upwards, aligning it with the other, adjusting the black band exactly level with the first, she smiles as she tinkers with the webbing, twisting, straightening the pattern. “Now then, that’s done… Now for the boots.”
Left foot, right foot, sliding the black leather heels on each, the tops reaching just above the ankles, the toes pointed, the narrow stiletto spikes a good six inches in length, she fastens the straps, smiles, “Fit perfect, just like when you’d borrow my shoes back in the states, huh?... Now for the fun part, let’s get a little kinky, get you in the mood.”
Picking up a length of rope off the bottom of the bed, stepping behind Lynn, glancing at her in the mirror, the girl orders, “Time to be bound, get you to look all helpless, you know, the damsel in distress look.” Kneeling, stretching the black velvet strand between her hands, she orders, “Hands behind your back, cup them together.
Watching the mirror as she slides her arms down behind her sides, Lynn feels the soft rope twisting around her wrists, forcing her to arch her shoulders a little, to bow her back some. Feeling a tug, another tug, the rope looping two, three times, finally tied off, she continues to stare toward the mirror, the reflection of her swaying breasts jaunting outwards, swaying with each tug, finally coming to rest above her hollowing stomach.
“Another rope a little higher, need to make those titties stand out there,” she rasps with more of an accent, more excited. “Hold still Lynn.”
The voice seeming a tad more forceful, watching the reflection of the girl lifting another rope from the mattress, step behind her, Lynn feels the rope wrapping around her elbows, tugged, wrapped again with a little more authority. “Oomph!” A grunt as her shoulders bow further back, the rope drawing her arms closer together, another jerk, “Oomph” another grunt as her breasts bounce, “Oomph!” grunting again as her elbows press together, her shoulders aching as her globular mounds spread toward her sides, swaying just below her tautly tugged armpits as she feels the ropes digging into bare flesh.
“There, lets’ see now,” the girl’s voice seeming to be even more excited as she grips both shoulders, guides Lynn into an upright position. “Look at those now,” she smiles, obviously pleased as she teases, “Those nipples are practically pointing up under your chin off those grapefruits, girl!”
Glancing into the mirror, shoulders arched severely back, her already large breasts now seem enormous, spread across her chest, standing upright, firm and globular, both nipples hard nubs encircled by the dark, silver dollar sized taut areolas.
“We’re getting there, stand up for me,” her friend orders as she slips her hands down toward the elbows, lifts. “That’s it, now turn toward me and stand still.”
Picking up the long length of rope, stepping in front of Lynn, again spreading the black velvet strand outward, she begins her Japanese bondage routine. “Bear with me,” she smirks as she loops, flicks the ends of the ropes around Lynn’s shoulders, above her breasts, below, between the thrust out melons. Tying, knotting, trailing back and forth, stretching the ends down between Lynn’s thighs, spreading the folds of her labium, tugging the ends up past the crease of her butt cheeks, again looping across her shoulders, circling her jiggling breasts, even around her throat, she finishes as she has just enough length left to tie the ends off. “There!... I learn well, especially since I’ve been in that position myself.”
Turning Lynn to face the mirror, she asks, “Well, what you think, look pretty damn hot, huh?”
And helpless, Lynn thinks to herself as she stares at her reflection. Still glistening from the bath water as she balances herself in the stilettos, her naked body crisscrossed in black rope, she appears to be almost a caricature of herself, the image one would see on the cover of a bondage magazine to get guys off. Twisting her wrists, her elbows, she realizes just how tight her bondage is, how helpless she is.
“Now for your hair, sit down.”
Hearing the Oriental girl’s voice, her thoughts snapping back to reality, she sits, faces the mirror as the towel’s removed. Blond for the first time, now her image even that much stranger to her, she shuffles her bare buttocks across the seat as the girl begins drying, then weaving her hair. Forming a long braid in the back, some parted bangs in the front, she watches the mirror as the girl uses the last piece of velvet, wraps downward several inches of the braid behind her head.
“Makeup, the blindfold, then you’ll be all set to take a stroll across to the other building,” the girl instructs with a smile, again resting both palms on Lynn’s shoulders as they glance toward each other’s reflection in the mirror. “Damn, I have to admit though; you’re looking hotter then hell!”
Another quarter hour or so, rouge, lipstick, even eye shadow and lashes, Lynn sits obediently in the chair as her arms tingle, practically feel numb. Makeup finally completed, a little overdone but obviously professional, she again stares at the strange person in the mirror returning her stare, a transformation of herself into a blond call girl, or bondage slut.
“Here’s the mask,” the girl speaks as she holds up the formed black eye-mask. “Think we should wait though to blindfold you, wait ‘till we get you over to the other apartment across the way, that way you can see some of the residents milling about in the building that’ll be watching your workout tonight, okay?... Now stand for me.”
Shuffling up off the stool, standing, facing the mirror, Lynn can’t help noticing her breast’s unnatural appearance, almost the size and shapes of large grapefruits as her friend had teased her. The crisscrossing ropes not really responsible for their intimidating appearance, more so her arched back shoulders forcing them to stand up, jaunt apart, the smooth areolas, nubby nipples appearing actually more then perpendicular to the floor.
“That’s some rack now, huh?” The girl smiles as she also glances toward their reflections in the mirror, kneels down, fingers the twin ropes disappearing between Lynn’s thighs. “Let’s adjust these, spread that pussy open a little.” Stretching the ropes apart, tweaking the moist folds of Lynn’s labium, she traces her fingers up the small of her back aligning the black rope. “There, nice and neat, nice little slit exposing that clit of yours.”
Holding the mask in her hand, the key to the apartment in the other, she asks, “Well, mask or not? Want them to see that pretty face or cover your eyes, I’ll give you your choice.”
Glancing toward the mirror, toward her humiliating appearance, Lynn slowly nods, whispers, ‘Cover… Cover my eyes.”
“Not shy are you?... Damn,” her friend grins as she slips the mask up across Lynn’s forehead, covers her eyes, fluffs some of the blondish bangs out across the black material as she straightens the mask. “You ought to be proud of that body, you’re fucking smoken!” Gripping the rope circling Lynn’s elbows, she leads her toward the door to the hallway leading to the elevator. “Got to get going, don’t want to be late, do we?... Oh, one thing though… You might get more then just fucked tonight, he has a thing about American girl’s big titties, there’s a lot of more painful things he likes to do to ‘em besides just nipple clamps!”
END PART TW0
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