Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 31: slave jason
Ayano tossed the compact disc player and headphones onto her chair. It
was still turned on. Jason could just barely decipher what sounded like
Wagner.
"Cusowatama," she grunted. "Downstairs, to the gymnasium. Now."
Jason rose to his feet and started toward the staircase, bent forward
by the humbler.
"Shimatta...Down on your knees, now and always. Crawl!"
Ayano placed a bare leg in front of the kneeling slave to halt him. She
walked behind him and grabbed the wooden humbler in both of her small
hands. What Ayano lacked in size, she more than made up in strength.
"CRACK!" The little Japanese woman actually tore the humbler from
Jason's testicles, splintering the wood and scattering the screws
across the floor. Jason howled and fell on his stomach. His new
mistress tossed the broken pieces into the trash and kicked him in the
ribs.
"Baka...Go now."
It was difficult for Jason to crawl down the flight of wooden stairs.
His knees were red and started to bleed. It was obvious from Ayano's
figure that she still worked out, and the gymnastic equipment in her
brightly lit gym proved that fact. There were mats on the floor, a
balance beam, a vaulting horse, a pair of uneven bars, and even a
trampoline.
Ayano fitted Jason's mouth with a 3 inch by 3 inch hollow plastic tube
and buckled it tightly around his bald head with the connecting straps.
He could not close his mouth, but would be forced to swallow anything
placed inside.
Jason was directed to stand in front of the uneven bars and spread his
arms as widely as possible. She then told him to grasp the lower bar.
The Asian domme produced a super-sized roll of silver duct tape and
fastened each wrist to the bar. She tightly wound each one with nearly
20 revolutions.
"Now the feet."
Jason looked at her quizzically.
"Bakayaro...Put your feet on the bar in front of you and spread them
wide."
Jason jumped and pulled simultaneously and landed with his heels on the
higher bar. Ayano taped his ankles and he was consequently spread-
eagled in an unbearably uncomfortable position, strung up like a
hammock. He was left like this for several minutes as his new owner
fetched a few items upstairs. She returned with a tray covered by a
towel and placed it on a stool between Jason's legs.
Sweat dripped from his bald head into his gaping mouth. There were no
eyebrows to catch the perspiration and he was forced to swallow it all.
Suddenly, Ayano brought a small dish up to Jason's frightened face and
spoke to him clearly and deliberately.
"Do you recognize this?"
Jason looked over at the white dish. In the middle was a small lump of
green paste. He nodded his head from side to side.
"It's called wasabe. You may have seen it in sushi bars. Think of it as
Japanese horseradish."
Jason didn't like the sound of this and tested his bonds. He wasn't
going anywhere.
Ayano put the plate down and removed the towel from the rest of the
tray. Jason closed his eyelids tightly. He couldn't bear to look at the
instruments of his torture. The domme took two metal hose clamps and
threaded each testicle through them. This was a bit difficult, and
painful to say the least, but Ayano pushed and poked until each teste
popped out the other end of its respective clamp. She tightened one
with the screwdriver and Jason arched his back.
"Warui...Work with me not against me, shithead."
Jason was in unimaginable agony as she tightened the other clamp.
Satisfied, Ayano stroked his cock to a full erection and applied a
third clamp just under his cockhead, and tightened it until his urethra
opening gaped. She took the plate of wasabe and a Q-tip and
purposefully addressed her slave.
"Cusowatama...Shithead, look at me. Listen carefully. What I'm about to
do to you will be more painful than you've ever imagined; more painful
than anything that Aussie woman has ever done to you. Believe me, this
will hurt you more than it does me. Moan and scream and bark all you
want. In fact, I hope you do because I intend to get multiple orgasms
from your suffering tonight. Between your agony and my vibrator, I
think we can make beautiful music together."
As Jason's mind wandered back to his night of intimacy with Lady
Mowbray, Ayano pushed dollop upon dollop of the green paste down his
urethra. As the burning pain increased, the slave tried to concentrate
on more pleasant things, like Amanda's beaming smile or her long legs.
Jason started to quiver, then shake.
"Be still," Ayano warned, slapping him across the belly. "I'm not
through yet."
From the tray, she picked up a needle threaded with a short length of
black thread. Ayano then proceeded to sew Jason's urethra closed,
trapping the wasabe inside. The slave didn't even feel the needle
pierce the head of his cock; the fire caused by the green paste was
that horrible.
The yelps and groans emitted through Jason's tube-gag greatly aroused
the Asian dominatrix. She removed her kimono and, totally nude, turned
on her vibrator and hopped on the trampoline. Ayano lay back and
listened to her captive. To her it was sweet music and her vaginal
nectar flowed freely. With one hand holding the buzzing phallus, she
began to jump on the trampoline.
"Louder!"
Through glazed eyeballs, Jason looked over about fifteen feet to his
left and saw a nude Ayano, masturbating herself and jumping up and down
several feet in the air. He looked at her tight delicious gymnast body
and started to get aroused.
For over an hour, Jason's cockhead cooked and Ayano Kitayama relieved
her pent-up frustrations. When she was finally sated, she picked up her
cellular phone and called Kaori who was still upstairs working on some
business affairs.
"I'm ready," was all she said and hung up the phone.
As much as his penis ached, Jason's limbs felt like they were being
torn from their sockets. He hung limply in his bonds as drool oozed
from the corners of the tube-gag.
"Kaori, you can remove it in the bathroom," the Japanese domme said to
her assistant.
Jason's brown eyes were still blurry, but he barely recognized Kaori
hand something over to her boss. It was the younger woman's used tampon
and Ayano tied a three foot length of thin nylon cord to it while Kaori
dragged a ladder over to the uneven bars.
"Ever hear of tampon fishing, shithead?" Ayano blurted with a giggle.
Kaori climbed the steps of the ladder and grabbed the end of the
fishing line. She gently eased the used tampon into Jason's mouth,
through the tube-gag, until it settled into the back of his throat. The
slave gagged and the tampon retreated. This cycle continued for a good
20 minutes. Every time he gagged, Kaori would pull the tampon back.
"I hope Kaori's menstrual slime doesn't spoil your appetite for
dinner," Ayano blissfully exclaimed.
Ayano sneaked in between Jason's legs and viciously poked at his purple
testicles with the needle. He was too busy gagging to even emote a
muffled scream. It would be a long night for the American slave. His
Asian mistress hadn't even used the pliers or the wrench yet.
A month later, a telegram arrived at Lady Mowbray's manor. Its origin
was Kyoto, Japan.
"I'm too scared," Amanda said. "You read it, Sarah."
The young girl took the message and read it aloud.
Lady Mowbray-
Kaori will arrive with package on fifteenth-
As per agreement, you may keep deposit-
Sincerely-
Ayano Kitayama
"The fifteenth?" Susie exclaimed. "That's today."
"Why does she say that you can keep the money?" Sarah inquired. "Is
Jenny still alive? Are they bringing him back in a body bag?"
Amanda Mowbray was worried.
"Are you crying milady?" the twins said in unison.
The limousine pulled up to the estate as Amanda and the twins waited in
the driveway. Kaori exited as the chauffeur opened the trunk.
"This belongs to you. Ms. Kitayama says that she is sorry," Kaori
stated, holding a gray cardboard shoebox in her hands.
Amanda turned her back and brought her hands up to her face. Sarah
eagerly held out her hand and Kaori gave her the box.
"Oh my god. I can't believe it. Open it Sarah. This is too wild," Susie
squealed.
Sarah slowly removed the lid. The twins eyes lit up. Susie grabbed it
and held it in her hand. It was Jason's orgasm inhibitor.
"Is that all it is?" Susie seemed disappointed.
"It's not necessary anymore," Kaori began. "It can't even give him a
hard-on. It's useless. He's useless. Impotent. Ayano likes 'em randy.
She's sorry that she broke him but figured you would know better how to
dispose of him."
The chauffeur escorted a shaken Jason to the four women. He wore a black
hooded robe and was barely recognizable.
Amanda approached him.
"Jenny? Do you remember me? You're home."
She gave him a deep soul kiss. Then the oddest thing happened. An
erection poked out against the fabric of his robe. He was indeed happy
to see her.
"I want to show you your new living quarters, my dear," Amanda said as
she walked Jason to the guest house. "I've given up half my stock in
you. Well, actually 49%. I still retain majority interest. I want you
to meet your new mistress," she said as she opened the front door.
She just came back from the stable and was sitting on the couch, about
to remove her riding boots. It was Justine. She was smiling.
"Is that how you greet a mistress, Jenny?" Justine asked casually.
Needing no prodding, Jason got down on his knees and licked the dirt
from the sole of Justine's boot.
THE END
All comments are welcome at beck_and_call@hotmail.com
