The Will Of The Wongs

Arthur arrived back at Mei's apartment in Chatham with a heart full of hope. The success in Glasgow had bolstered his confidence, and he felt a renewed sense of purpose. If he could handle the Wong family's business, surely he could handle their personal demands.

Mei opened her apartment door, wearing only a silk robe that barely concealed her voluptuous figure. "Welcome home," she purred, her voice like honey laced with poison. "I trust you're returning to me properly obedient?"

"Always," Arthur replied, his voice thick with emotion.

In the following weeks, their relationship intensified. Mei's demands grew more specific, more intricate. "On your knees," she might say, without preamble, and Arthur would immediately comply. He followed her every order without question, living for those rare moments when she would lean down, her hair tickling his face, and whisper, "You've pleased me." That phrase had become more addictive than any substance he'd ever encountered.

Yet something nagged at him. Sometimes, when she allowed him the privilege of giving her oral pleasure, he noticed subtle differences. Her pussy appeared more swollen than other times and tasted slightly different. One evening, fueled by a dangerous combination of desire and misguided boldness, he mentioned it.

"You seem... different tonight," he said, his face pressed between her thighs.

Mei stilled above him. The silence stretched for an eternity before she pushed him away and stood up. "Interesting observation," she said, her voice dangerously soft. "Perhaps you've been allowed to see too much."

From that day, Arthur was blindfolded whenever he performed this intimate act. The blindfolds soon evolved into hoods, each more intricate than the last. Some were simple black fabric designed only to deprive him of sight. Others were more elaborate – heavy leather constructions that muffled sound, creating a sensory deprivation that heightened his other senses.

But most intoxicating to Mei were those hoods with phallic-shaped protrusions. She would straddle his covered face, riding the attachments while her hands teased his caged cock, driving him to the brink of madness while she climaxed again and again.

By the end of two weeks, Arthur was desperate. The constant stimulation without release, combined with the physical discomfort of the cage, had him begging.

"Please, Mei. I can't take it anymore. I need to be let out."

Mei regarded him with amusement. "My mother holds the only key," she informed him calmly. "You'll have to ask her."

The revelation struck Arthur like a physical blow. "Surely, you're joking. I need..."

"So you understand," she interrupted. "If you want release, you'll ask her properly."

From that moment, Mei's teasing became relentless, merciless. She delighted in his discomfort – stroking him through the cage until he was trembling, then withdrawing her touch entirely. She took any pleasure she wanted from him without ever allowing him satisfaction.

Arthur managed to keep his business and personal life separate. His company thrived under his leadership, though sometimes during board meetings, he would find his mind wandering, wondering what new torment Mei had planned for him that evening.

Rules continued to change. Mei became more demanding. Arthur was forbidden from wearing clothes in her flat except for the hood and cage. The invasion of his privacy was complete.

One evening, after Mei hooded him with a particularly elaborate leather hood that incorporated a gag, he felt something cold lock around his neck. A chain was attached, and when he was pulled forward, the gag in his mouth prevented any discussion. This hood denied most of his senses – heavy padded leather crushed his ears and eyes until the world faded to muffled darkness and feeling.

The chain was pulled tight, then vibration ran through it before the pulling stopped. Arthur tried to move but found the chain was attached to something fixed. He could hear muffled sounds but couldn't make them out.

Later, Mei would show her sisters the footage captured that night. They would delight in seeing Arthur hooded and helpless, kneeling just feet away while Mei was fucked by a muscular man on the very leather sofa he had bought for her.