The Will Of The Wongs

Weeks later, Arthur knew with certainty that he wanted to spend his life with Mei, no matter the conditions. His business thrived, but his personal life had been completely transformed. He had found purpose in submission, in service to this remarkable woman and her formidable family.

"Mei," he began one evening after she had particularly humbled him, "Will you marry me?"

Mei's expression remained unreadable. "Marriage is family business," she said finally. "I'll have to ask my mother and grandmother."

The following month, Arthur drove to Glasgow while paying for Mei and her family to fly first class. He picked them up at the airport, where he was all but ignored, reduced to handling their luggage while they discussed family matters in Japanese.

Upon arrival at the large Victorian house, Arthur was immediately put to work helping the two staff members he'd met before – providing snacks and refreshments to the family members who had gathered.

"Arthur has asked me to marry him," Mei announced when everyone was settled in the formal living room.

Gasps and murmurs filled the room before Mrs. Wong held up her hand for silence.

"He will have to beg properly," she decreed. "First me, then Grandmother. If we consent, he must beg each family member for their acceptance."

Arthur was made to strip in the center of the room, then kneel before all assembled – family members and staff alike. For two hours he begged, pleading his case, answering questions about his devotion, his understanding of what marriage to Mei would entail.

One by one, they agreed as he kissed their shoes and feet to thank them. The cousins first, then Mei's sisters and mother. Finally, he was led to the throne-like chair where the family matriarch sat.

"Our ways are not your ways," she said through Alice, who translated. "Tradition demands submission, service. Can you give what is required?"

"With all my heart," Arthur replied sincerely.

Grandmother nodded her consent, the final approval.

As the celebration began, Arthur's hands were cuffed behind him once more. He was led to another room where a single chair sat in the middle. He was made to sit down as straps went around his chest, a gag in his mouth, and his legs secured to the chair legs.

"We have a small engagement party planned," Mrs. Wong said with a smile. "You'll watch from here."

Music started to play, and the room began to fill with Mei's family – and to Arthur's horror, men began entering the room. As ladies partnered off with the men, Arthur watched in disbelief.

His attention was drawn to Mei, who danced with a handsome younger man. They kissed deeply, the man's hands all over her body as she returned his passion eagerly. Mei broke the kiss, looked directly at Arthur, and smiled, then started again with increased intensity.

Arthur jumped as a hand gripped his shoulder – it was Mrs. Wong. She stroked his hair and wiped away the single tear that was forming. "Don't worry, Arthur; she's just having fun. She deserves to have fun. She loves you, but you can never give her everything she deserves."

He frowned against the gag.

"Remember," Mrs. Wong continued softly, "she told you she wasn't like most girls. We gave you the choice, and this is the choice you made."

His eyes never left Mei as his cock tried desperately to harden in its tight cage. The young man's hands slipped into Mei's blouse as her head went back, eyes closed in pleasure as he kissed her neck.

After an eternity, Mei pushed the young man away and took his hand, leading him out of the room. As she passed Arthur, she stopped, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "I love you."

Some time later, Mei's younger sister Yumi released Arthur from the chair and led him to a room upstairs. Before she took him in, she placed a tight rubber hood over his head, leaving only his mouth exposed.

Yumi took the opportunity to kiss him hard through the hood's opening, stroking his caged cock. "Mei is a lucky girl," she whispered to his rubber-covered ear.

The door opened, and Yumi guided him to the bed where Mei was lying, spent, her legs open. Arthur was helped onto the bed and his mouth guided between his fiancée's legs. She groaned loudly as his tongue began to clean her of another man's release – a duty he would perform many times throughout their marriage.