The Will Of The Wongs

The following weeks passed in a haze of humiliation and desire. Arthur's three promised dates with Mei followed a pattern, each ending with him on his knees before her in her new apartment at Chatham Dockyard, kissing her feet as she dismissed him.

"The meeting with your mother..." Arthur tried to broach the subject during their third date.

"That conversation was between you and her," Mei interrupted, standing to retrieve her coat. "Now it's time for you to go."

The fourth date shattered everything. As Arthur approached Mei's apartment door, it opened to reveal a man leaving – handsome, tall, confident. Mei kissed the man's cheek before acknowledging Arthur.

"Ah, you're here," she said as if nothing were unusual. "Come in."

The questions died in Arthur's throat as she silenced him with a look. "I have friends other than you," she said simply, and immediately Arthur felt guilty for questioning her.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"But since you're here," Mei continued with that predatory smile he'd come to both crave and fear, "perhaps you've earned a reward."

She led him to her bedroom where the scent of previous intimacy still lingered. Dressed in only a silk robe, she reclined against her pillows, spreading her legs.

"Use your mouth," she commanded.

Arthur buried his face between her thighs, tasting her excitement even as something unfamiliar registered at the back of his mind. He worked her tirelessly until she spasmed against him, her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Good boy," she breathed when she recovered, sitting up. "Now for your reward."

Mei pulled on a surgical glove with practiced efficiency.

As Arthur stood, she took him in her gloved hand, working him expertly. As he approached the edge, anticipation built... then suddenly, just as he was about to erupt, she squeezed the base of his shaft.

Arthur's orgasm turned into a frustrating series of contractions, semen dribbling uselessly onto her gloved palm. Extended orgasm denial turned his pleasure into torment.

Mei held up her hand, now filled with his ruined release. "Clean your mess," she commanded.

Arthur didn't hesitate, taking her fingers into his mouth and tasting himself. The finality of the act settled something in him – he was fully hers to command.

The next morning, Arthur announced his business trip. "I have to leave Friday," he told Mei over breakfast.

"You'll be at my mother's house Thursday evening," she replied matter-of-factly. "They have more to discuss with you."

Thursday arrived with dread coiling in Arthur's stomach. This time, Mei's father and brother were present too – both silent, cowed., Their heads bowed like they were afraid to look at the women. The conversation flowed naturally in Japanese, with Arthur clearly the subject of their mockery. When he attempted to speak, Mei silenced him with a raised hand.

After he cleared the dishes under Mrs. Wong's supervision, they reconvened in the back room. Kimi produced a thin cane and tapped it against her palm.

"Strip," Mrs. Wong commanded, and Arthur complied without hesitation.

When he was kneeling, Mei approached with black silk rope, binding his wrists behind his back. The restraint was firm but careful – a paradox he had come to expect from Mei.

Mrs. Wong spoke in Japanese, and Mei produced a black silk box, removing what made Arthur's blood run cold: a gleaming chrome cage designed to enclose a man's most sensitive possession.

"It was made to measure," Mrs. Wong explained as she approached. The cold metal ring clicked around Arthur's testicles, followed by the cage that enclosed his flaccid length. She pressed a hidden button, and with a final click, everything locked into place.

"We can't have you betraying my beautiful daughter while you're away on your business trip, can you?" Mrs. Wong asked rhetorically. "No, no, no. That would not do at all."

Mei walked over to her mother and hugged her. "Thank you, mother."

Mrs. Wong kissed her daughter's cheek. "Come, Arthur," Mei said, turning to him. "You need to take me home. I want an evening with you alone before you leave."

As they left the house, Arthur adjusted his slacks, the weight of his new reality settling uncomfortably. The cage shifted with his movement, a constant reminder of his complete surrender to this family – to this woman who had somehow become the center of his existence.