Chapter 4 An Argument and New Pleasures
And thus began an erotic carnival that continued almost nightly for several
months. Ming-tsu was not only inexhaustible, she was endlessly inventive, a
banquet of sexual delights. She was also a lively and witty companion, besides
being a great beauty; a joy to be around both in and out of bed. They enjoyed
long walks through the city together, boat rides in the harbor, and bicycle
rides in the country - all of the rituals of courtship.
One night though, they argued about the way she rather shamelessly flaunted
her body for the customers at the club. She maintained that it was part of her
job, while he felt that she took the suggestive flirting much too far. And for
three nights he stayed away, still angry and jealous.
On the fourth night, though, a messenger handed him a note as he left a
meeting of the local cell of the Black Scorpions. The note, written in her
exquisite calligraphy, read, "Come to me tonight, Li Chang. Please. I promise
you that you will not regret it."
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When he returned that night, and tapped at her door, she called out, "Come
in, master." Surprised at her subdued voice, so unlike her usual vivacity, he
opened the unlocked door, and stepped into Ming-tsu's bed-chamber, redolent, as
always, with an exotic incense. But it was not only the rich aroma of the
perfumed room that caused him to draw in his breath.
Before him, kneeling on the carpeted floor, was Ming-tsu. Wearing only a
red flower behind each ear, she was an enchanting vision of honey-skinned
nudity, adorned only with a pair of wristlets of burnished gold, and a silver
chain. But tonight the chain was not one of the silver necklaces that she often
wore; tonight the shiny chain she wore linked two fierce-looking nipple clamps
which bit deeply into the crinkly brown buds that rose from her lovely breasts
as if in offering.
In her mouth she held the shiny black stock of a short but menacing whip.
Not raising her eyes to him, she said submissively, "I flirted with some
customers, today, Li Chang. Perhaps I should be punished?"
Li Chang had certainly enjoyed the rough sex that Ming-tsu often craved,
but had never really considered the possibilities of taking things any further
than spanking. But he, too, had found the rough play most stimulating...
Li Chang studied her provocative pose for a moment, his cock stiffening at
the sight of his naked mistress. Then, having made a decision, he locked the
bedroom door. There would be no backing out, tonight! He proceeded to lift her
up by the silver chain, painfully elongating her breasts. He then moved a chair
to within a few inches of the door he had closed behind him. He placed her,
kneeling, on the chair, facing the chair back and the locked door. Then he took
the silver chain and wound it securely around the door knob, looping it twice,
and then he slowly inched the chair away from the door, watching with
undisguised delight at the way the chain pulled on her tightly clamped nipples.
He then pulled hard on the beautiful black hair, and asked, "How many
customers were in the club today while you flaunted your shameless body?"
"Perhaps forty."
"Then you shall feel the sting of this whip forty times, Ming-tsu. You are
to keep your hands on the top of the chair back at all times. Understood?" She
nodded.
Being a novice at using the whip, at first he slashed the split-tailed whip
rather clumsily across her back. Even so, she gasped in pain. Or was it
pleasure? With each stroke, though, the feel of the black handle in his hand
grew more comfortable, and after about a dozen strokes, his timing and
technique had grown much better, and each blow was landing with a sharp CRACK!,
inducing louder and louder groans, and leaving bolder marks on the soft golden
skin of her back.
After every three or four strokes, he had to pause and pull the chair away
from the door, to restore the proper tension to the nipple-gripping chain. He
delivered the first twenty strokes across her back, attempting to space them
about an inch apart. By now real tears were interspersed with Ming-tsu's moans
of pleasure/pain, and his ardor was heightening with every gunshot-like crack of
the whip. A feeling of virility the likes of which he had never known seemed to
surge through his veins; his genitals were heavy with unrequited lust.
The twenty-first stroke came down with a fiery CRACKK!! across the upper
slopes of her buttocks, causing her to wiggle her sweet butt most enticingly.
Eleven more strokes whistled down on the increasly blushing curves of her
tempting ass, each louder and sharper than the last, as he painted a colorful
horizontal grid across Ming-tsu's beautifully rounded nether cheeks.
With eight blows remaining, he moved directly behind her and delivered
three vertical strokes to each lovely buttock, turning the rosy grid into a
rubescent plaid. Ming-tsu's bottom was moving in slow sensuous circles now,
dancing in time to the unhurried rhythm of his strokes.
With but two strokes left, he walked around to face her, and roughly
pulled the clamps from her throbbing nipples.
"Ooooooohhhhh!!!!!" Ming-tsu mewed softly in pain as the blood rushed
back to the taut crests of her lovely breasts, but there was no mistaking the
lust in her eyes. His hand felt between her legs, and came away damp with the
nectar of her arousal.
Moving the chair out of the way, he told her to stand in the center of the
room and to put her hands behind her head. This lifted her tempting breasts
into even bolder prominence, and for a moment Li Chang lazily let the length of
the whip trail amorously over the ripe curves, as if familiarizing her succulent
lust-globes with the feel of the midnight-black leather that contrasted so
appealingly with the ivory-gold flesh tones of her body. Li lifted the
instrument of her suffering to her quivering lips. "Kiss it. Worship it!"
Ming-tsu submissively took the black handle into her mouth and tongued it
lewdly for a few moments, her eyes never leaving his, while her young master
pinched and twisted her nipples until they were once again fully distended.
Then Li Chang withdrew the whip from her lips, shook it out on the floor, and
took a few steps back from the girl.
"Feet wide apart!" Ming-tsu widened her stance.
"Stand up straight!" She did so.
"Stick your chest out!"
"You bastard!" she gulped, but made an effort to comply.
"Further!" Li Chang's voice was thick with lust. He had never felt more
alive than he did at that moment, the evil whip gripped tightly in his right
hand while his eyes feasted on the panting targets of his new-found dark side of
desire. Ming-tsu took a deep breath, which thrust her naked pleasure-globes
even more provocatively forward.
"Keep your hands behind your head girl, if you know what's good for you!"
His voice was deeper, more dominant, than Ming-tsu had ever remembered.
Satisfied now with her pose, Li Chang drew back his now-practiced right
arm, and using every ounce of his considerable strength, snapped the split-tail
wickedly across Ming-tsu's proud breasts catching her just above the nipples.
"AAAEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!" This time Ming-tsu could not suppress a
full-throated scream. But somehow she managed to keep her fingers laced behind
her neck. She leaned forward in agony, as if somehow that stance would soothe
the flames of pain that coursed through her deliciously pendulous breast-fruits.
"Stand up straight, I said!"
Tears were streaming from Ming-tsu's eyes as she resumed the desired
position.
"Feet apart! Tits out!" It was if another man, a stronger, more masterful
man, had taken possession of his body. Li Chang had never used such language
to a woman in his life.
The infinitely desirable object of his lust spread her legs and once more
thrust her chest forward, offering herself to the whip.
Li Chang licked his lips, drew the whip back, took dead aim and sent the
wicked black tails whizzing through space again. This time his aim was perfect!
He split the ripe mounds exactly in two, catching both breast-tips in the fiery
trail of the whip. Ming-tsu cried out again, her voice the high-pitched cry of a
wounded animal. And only now that the forty strokes were done, was she
permitted to cradle her red-streaked breasts in her delicate hands, comforting
the flaming flesh.
But only for a moment. Within a few seconds she had dropped to her knees,
tearing at his clothing, hungry for Li Chang's lust-swollen cock, which had long
since been at full arousal.
"What a woman!" Li marveled to himself as her lips closed on his
throbbing organ, as he moved his hips forward in response to her hungry mouth...
