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Phoo Ming's Domain

That little sharp intake of breath the dark flare of desire in her eyes had pleased Phoo Ming as he cut that last of Yuri’s garments form her. Yet it was the way her stunning eyes, clouded over just a little with desire, snapped back into perfect clarity once more to regard him and his strange question that impressed him most. She did not blurt out an answer but rather looked at him , studied him as she took her time to answer. The sweet musky fragrance of her arousal was unmistakable still she took her time before voicing her answer.

"I want to know why I was warned against coming back here. I want you to show me why."

His eyes never left Yuri’s. He did not question her. A hint of a faint of a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as the alluring young beauty cocked her head slightly to the left, watching him intently..… Slowly Phoo Ming pulled the black silk sash that had bound her kimono from the little pile of Yuri discarded clothing. He looped it around her neck and drew her mouth once more to his in a long lingering kiss that was more probing more demanding then the last. His lips slipped from hers and he sensually slid the silken sash from around her slender neck. Slowly Phoo Ming drew Yuri’s arms behind her. Each move measured, deliberate, and sensual. He placed her hands back to back together at the small of her back. The black silk sash looped around her delicate wrists, he paused.

Phoo Ming had let Yuri’s imagination run were it would. At each step she had the opportunity to pull away or say no. Now her wrist were just a breath away form being bound held captive. Slowly he began to draw the loop of the black silk sash tighter letting Yuri feel its soft sensual caress as it seductively whisper of the freedom that being bound would grant her.
 
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She twisted where she sat, as if doing so could keep him in the forefront of her vision even as she felt her arms being inexorably drawn behind her back. The kiss had been a surprise, but not nearly as tangible of one as when the silk of her own sash had slipped about her neck. For a brief, terrifying instant, she wondered if she shouldn't have phrased her "desire" in a less challenging of a manner......

She gave nothing. So why had her heart raced so as the wizened man before her simply took her lips with his own, plundering them deeply to tease her with the insistant caress of his tongue.

A soft gasp as she felt the bindings tighten about her wrists, already reflexively struggling against them, as if her years of training could somehow bring about an escape from what she had gotten herself into. Yuri moaned softly with just a little fear as she felt a fingertip trace along a bare ankle, knowing what was likely coming next.

For the first time, she felt truly exposed, her own control of the situation now lost. Before, she could have at least reclaimed her robes and fled from him, but now.......

And then there was the undeniable sensation of arousal, the molten glow the permeated her lower half.....aching and throbbing with each time he tested her bonds until her breath hissed outward from between clenched teeth. How could this be?
 
The little halfhearted struggle as the black silk sash was drawn tight. A little sharp pull that synched the whispering silk tight around Yuri’s wrists. His finger gentle caressed the girl’s trim little ankle, almost as if a promise to come. Like twin serpents the silken sash climbs up Yuri’s arms, entwining in a series of interacted knots, drawing her shoulders back, thrusting her firm young breasts up and out as if in offering to the darkest of passions.

Phoo Ming smiled down in to Yuri’s smoldering eyes, the sweet musky fragrance of her arousal filling his nostrils each breath she took a ragged gasp hissed outward from between clenched teeth. The ancient one pulled a pure white sash of silk out, again he looped it around Yuri’s slender neck to draw her ripe lips to his so he could savor the sweetness of her mouth. Where the last kiss was primal demanding this kiss was soft sensually seductive as his tongue danced with hers teasing coaxing it to taste the sharp sweet tang of his mouth.

The white shimmering silk slipped from her slender alabaster neck to entwine with the black silk that bound Yuri’s wrists Midnight back, brilliant white joined in balance as white silk captures trim ankles binding wrist and ankles together, a supple body bowed back, Yuri’s supple body an offering to dark pleasure.

“Flogger or crop Missy Yuri?”
 
Try as she might, she couldn't move. And that realization brought her immediately back around to her "desire" that she herself had so foolishly voiced. It was becoming very apparent just how dangerous of a place this kitchen could be.

“Flogger or crop Missy Yuri?”

Her eyes widened as she stared at him silently in shock for a moment. He had to be kidding. He was going to do what?! Long moments passed as she frantically tested her bonds once more to no avail, choosing instead to glance nervously around the kitchen. Surely he didn't have things like that here?!

Her breath raced, her heart pounding as the last of her hopes were dashed......catching sight of the neatly tucked away crop, half hidden to the point where one would actually have to be looking for it......or already know where it was.....to find it. And who in their right mind would be looking for such a thing in a kitchen?!

One thing was for certain......Phoo Ming.....hadn't been bluffing. A low moan escaped her as the realization hit. She was helpless.....and he was going to do whatever he felt like with her.....
 
Yuri was bound hand and foot her lithe young body displayed to perfection. Phoo Ming watched as she tested her bounds realizing belatedly that she had received just what she had asked for so sweetly when she and almost cooed.

"I want to know why I was warned against coming back here. I want you to show me why."


Now kneeling on the prep table like a virgin sacrifice her supple young body his to do with as he pleased she looked up into the Ancient Ones eyes to see thee dark smoldering desire in them for her.

“ Missy Yuri the crop or the flogger…….“

Again his question came to her in a darkly rich whisper that caressed her senses.

“…. Or has Missy Yuri thought better of what she desires?”

His eyes held hers captive in his gaze. He had not said ….what you asked for……..but had said What you Desire.-
 
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Yuri shivered again. She'd never seen a flogger before in her life, though the name alone left little to the imagination as to what it was used for. The crop on the other hand.....at least she had an idea of what she was dealing with there. Either way.....

"The crop please, sir."

Her alabaster face blushed a bright pink. Had she really just said that?! She was going to get whipped, and yet, wasn't that exactly what she should have been expecting? She had been foolish to challenge this man.....and she was getting exactly what she had asked for.

More humiliating still....more than the compromising position she was in......more than the words she still couldn't believe she had actually spoken.....was her body's reaction. Anticipation almost....her scent heavy on the air as her moist sex glistened in the aromatic steam that permeated the room. Despite the heat, another illicit shiver ran through her supple frame as she watched his every move......
 
"The crop please, sir." A little tilt of his head and a bemused little hint of a smile was the only acknowledgement that Yuri received as the Ancient one took up the riding crop. He lightly taped it against his leg slowly circling the bound young beauty on the prep table her body an offering to his dark desires. He let the soft leather tab of the crop caress the young girl’s shoulders as he circled her. Slide down the slender column of her neck, trace the firm contours of her breasts with a soft tapping of leather to her supple silken flesh. Down across the quivering plane of Yuri’s belly, the soft ivory firmness of her wide spread thighs.

The Ancient on slipped the braided shaft of the riding crop between the young beauty’s legs the braided shafted pressed to Yuri’s throbbing little clit. Each ridge of that braded shaft rolling the throbbing bud till Yuri’s thighs shimmered with her arousal and shame. The Tab of the crop slowly began to climb slowly upwards its caress soft supple but its kiss now sharp and hungry as it searched to the girl’s proud young breasts. Then the sharp firry kiss of leather across her taunt nipples.
 
She was tense, nervously watching him as he retrieved the crop from its corner. And yet he did not strike her, instead using its rigid length to tease, openly appraising her taut, supple body as its tip drifted places she was helpless to prevent.

Yuri bit her lower lip gently, stifling an almost certain audible reaction as he reversed his grip on the thin crop, instead dragging its rugged handle across her exposed pussy until the leather grip glistened with the evidence of her arousal. She had little doubt that each ridge ran roughly across her sensitive clit on purpose.....and for a moment, she glared up at him and his teasing. At the very least it helped quell the moan that had almost departed her lips. He was good at this.....dangerously good.

The sharp snap of the crop against her flesh. The silence was broken as she cried out almost instantly, shocked and amazed that she had actually been struck......her nipple stinging strangely, his blow having landed just above the rosy bud, her pale flesh reddening deeper than her blush had been earlier......

Another flick of his wrist sent the tip of the crop slapping across a nipple directly, and Yuri writhed against her bonds.....her eyes wide even as she the offended nub hardened even further in response to the attention....its sensitivity increasing along with it. Whimpering softly, she continued to watch him, teasing her....stalkng her.....never knowing if he would strike her again.....or where.....yet secretly hoping he would despite how her mind initially recoiled at the thought. How could she be getting turned on by this?

Yet she was....she could feel it.....the soft quivering in the folds of her pussy that rippled ever so much deeper than that. The diamond like hardness of her nipples as the initial sting of his blows gradually faded into an almost dizzying sensation....much more erotically pleasing.

She wouldn't admit it, not yet.....not even if he asked. She had never considered herself a masochist......but now being confronted by someone who seemed to know just what he was doing.....

Perhaps he knew more about her than she did herself......
 
Eyes wide with shock, the stifled little cry at the first firry kiss of leather to Yuri’s soft firm breast. A quick flick of the wrist and the leather kissed the girl’s taunt nipple igniting and unholy fire that coursed through every fiber of the bound beauty’s body to settle in a molten pool of dark sinful pleasure deep with in the core of her being.

The Ancient One watched as the shock in Yuri’s wide disbelieving eyes slowly began to change to one of awakening hunger. With each searing kiss of the crop as it played across the bound young beauty’s breasts and nipples. Soon her little gasps of shock became seductive little whimpers of desire. Slowly the firry kisses of the crop began to play across her the quivering flat plane of Yuri’s abdomen. Down across her splayed velvet inner thighs moving ever closer to her bared and vulnerable glistening pussy till finally the at supple leather was lapping at the hapless beauty’s pussy.
 
Yuri moaned softly as he struck her again with the crop. He was teasing her, she knew.....always striking at her most painfully sensitive spots while rarely targetting the places he knew would pain her the most, saving those delicious attacks for when they would shock her the most.

For her part, she braced herself for each attack, wincing and trying hard to keep her cries to a minimum as the crop fell again and again, marking her flesh angry red where it had travelled. When apprehension had begun to fade to anticipation was unclear....nor was she about to spend any length of time considering it....not when she was already fully engaged in a battle against her own body.

She tingled everywhere. The pain was quick to fade, and frighteningly enough....what replaced it was not altogether unpleasant. Yuri could feel her own moisture between her brazenly open thighs, finding herself blushing once more as she realized how that must look to him.....her pink parts slick and shimmering despite the calculated abuse he visited upon her body. A soft shiver rippled through her as he ripped another throaty moan from her.....a new stinging mark already beginning to warm with its strange afterglow. Her breath raced....Yuri could almost hear her own pounding heartbeat.....gone were the thoughts of how vulnerable she was right now. She had almost forgotten that about anyone could walk in on the two of them at any moment.

All that existed for her was the rise and fall of the crop, his gently taunting words, and that odd gleam in his eyes.

Phoo Ming. Dangerous indeed. Dangerous....and undeniably exciting as well.....
 
The bright crimson blush that kissed Yuri’s cheeks turned to scarlet as her gasp at the sharp stinging kiss of the crop turned to low sensual moans of dark sinful pleasure. The sweet Musky fragrance of her arousal filled the Inn’s kitchen mingling with the aroma of rare and exotic spices. Her velvet inner thighs glisten with Yuri’s free flowing dewy nectar as she knelt bound on her little pedestal open and bared for all the world to see. Naked as the day she was born. In her blissful innocence she had asked

"I want to know why I was warned against coming back here. I want you to show me why."

Now she had her answer Phoo Ming. Dangerous indeed. Dangerous....and undeniably exciting as well..…

He was a master of the lash and he now played Yuri’s supple young body as if it were an fine instrument and he the Master of it.. He had seen the struggle in her soft eyes her mind trying to deny what her treacherous young body craved. And now he gave that luscious traitors body what it craved pain mingled with the most decadent sinful pleasure. He smiled for he would make her cum by the caress and stinging kiss of the crop alone. So Yuri dark adventure began in earnest now as the crop worshiped every inch of her gorgeous body from her neck to her thighs. He paid particular attention to her aching breasts and nipples and her hot wet pussy.
 
There lies behind deceptively ordinary doors the Kitchens of Phoo Ming. Exotic aromas and culinary delights emanates from the kitchens. Yet none dare enter without Permission for the kitchens are ruled by the ancient and venerable chef of the China Pearl Inn and all who enter his domain sever at his pleasure, and He can be a most demanding task master. As a coinsure of rare delights he has an especially developed palette for the sensual taste of young beauties. So Any sweet young beauty that enters the old rough’s domain enters at her own risk.
 
I precariously step into the China Pearl's kitchen, stripped of my shirt, my flesh proudly bared for Phoo Ming's pleasure, at CG's order. My skirt is buttoned in place around my waist, accentuating my legs ... shoes making soft sounds as I come to a halt ... waiting.

"Phoo Ming..." I whisper, "are you here?"

Something inside me is aching ... wanting ... needing to feel him near.
 
His old hands cup Dee’s breasts as he draws her back to him his pleasure at her return presses to her firm rounded Derrière. A finger nail bites into her throbbing nipple.

I have missed you Missy Dee…..What do you desire.
 
A gasp falls from my lips as the Master of the kitchens wraps her arms around me from behind, his presence resonating through the room. My eyes flutter shut as his hands spread across my breasts, pulling me up close against him ... his need for me evident ... as my need for him burns through my veins.

I bite down on my bottom lip as his finger nail bites into my flesh ... my heart rate escalating instantly.

"... and I have missed you, Phoo Ming."

I think somehow he knows what I crave and want, but he needs me to say it ... I need to say it.

"I want to be bound ... and at your mercy, Phoo Ming," I confess.
 
Really Missy Dee?……

His voice trails off as he draws the dark beauty even closer to him. She has made her little confession and yet he knows there is more to what she desires.

Is that all to be just bound Missy or are your appetites of a darker nature?
 
He pulls me closer to him, my body quivering at the touch of him, sending sweet shivers down my spine. I tilt my head to the side, raven hair cascading down my shoulder as I close my eyes, wanting to feel his breath on my neck as he speaks.

"Much darker ... Phoo Ming," I answer.
 
He smiles as the stunning beauty tilts her head bearing her neck to him.

His hot moist breath dances over her heated flesh.

Much Darker Missy?

His teeth graze her earlobe as he questions his little western beauty.

“Strip for me, bare your soul to me as your bare your body to me. Tell me of your darkest desires Missy and then assume the position of the prep table.
 
he grazes my ear and a shudder runs down my spine, pure liquid fire simmering in my veins as a soft moan falls from my lips.

His command is clear, and hearing that tone in his voice, fulfills half of my desires in itself. I lift my hands to my side, fingers making quick work of the buttons that reside there. The soft material whispers down my legs to pool at my feet, shortly followed by my panties.

"I want you to douse me in sweet and sensual pain, Phoo Ming," I confess, as I step out of my shoes, my body completely bared to him.

I slowly walk to the counter, laying myself down on the marble slab ... the cold surface in stark contrast to my heated flesh. "I want you to wrench sweet surrender from my body, Phoo Ming," I ask, as my head slowly lulls to the side, my eyes finding his ... watching every move he makes.
 
The ancient one smiles into Dee’s eyes as she makes her heated confession of her desires.

"I want you to douse me in sweet and sensual pain, Phoo Ming,…….."I want you to wrench sweet surrender from my body, Phoo Ming,"

He knew she craved the kiss of leather this firry kiss but the old one had other plans for his sweet Missy. The flare of a match the gutting whisper of the candles dancing flame as the hot wax collects the tip of hand and searing wax splatters over the girl’s nipple.
 
I watch as Phoo Ming strikes a match ... and I can feel exhiliration mounting as a candle flickers to life in his hands. He moves over me, my breath racing past my lips as I realise what he intends to do a split second before the wax tips over the edge.

It lands on my flesh and searing heat cuts through my body, eliciting a cry from my lips as I arch off the table. Clenching my eyes shut ... my hands clasp the edges of the table tightly. My mind goes blank. Two objects of fascination are burning in my thoughts: Phoo Ming ... and his wicked candle.
 
Phoo Ming smiles at Dee’s little gasp of mingled pleasure and pain. She is gorgeous as she tightly grips the table her knuckles white with the effort to remain still even as her treacherous supple body arches to the scalding caress of the hot wax. Again the candle dips and the wax pools on the sensual curve of the girl’s breast as it flows down over her sweet throbbing nipple. The little candle is set in the warm wax so it will drip drop by drop over Dee’s nipple and breast.

He smiles down into smoldering azure eyes a the wick of the candle flares giving flickering life to another of its kind. The dancing flickering light is held before those stunning azure eyes as the WAX MELT’S AND POOLS AROUND THE WICK THEN THE FLAME IS MOVING DIPIN AND THE SCALDING KISS OF HOT WAX CARESSES Dee’s neglected nipple. Like its mate it is seated on the girl’s breast to caress her breast and nipple with its hot dripping kisses.

A third candle flares to life and wax pools in Dee’s quivering naval. Finally a fourth candle flares to life and the quivering young beauty only held by the bonds of her own desire will and dark desires has no doubt where the white hot wax will next caress her. Slowly the candle begins to tip.
 
More of the scalding wax falls to the tip of my soft mound and I breathe harshly, the fire spreading through my body like a simmering volcano. The candle is placed on a stand, tilted, to let its warm content continue its torment of my flesh.

Phoo Ming lights another match, the flame dancing before him, casting its seductive warm hues across his features. Another candle bursts to life and this one too, is positioned to torment my neglected nipple. The two drops fall in near unison, and I grip the table tighter, willing myself to stay and endure this sweet torture as I squirm, soft gasps falling from my lips.

A third candle joins the ensemble of flame and is set above my naval. The trio of dripping tormentors seduce my flesh with little bursts of pain. I can feel the droplets solidify on my skin as Phoo Ming methodically paints his Master piece on the bared canvas before him.

A fourth candle flames to life in his hands and as he holds it poised above the very core of me, I brace myself, lost in his eyes. The drop falls and a cry erupts from my lips. I arch off the table once more as my world is consumed by the sight of Phoo Ming. Fire burns through my veins as the dancing flames taunt me with wicked ecstasy.
 
Eyes as dark as the moonless mid-night sky holds Dee’s captive in their dark radiance. The flickering dancing flame reflected in those eyes as the dark beauty arches from the table her cream of pain and ecstasy echoing in the stillness of his domain as the searing wax kisses Dee’s throbbing clit. A puddle of wax forms on her seductive Mons and the candle is placed to creases the stunning beauty’s clit and soft folds with firry desire drop by drop.
 
Phoo Ming's Domain

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There lies behind deceptively ordinary doors the Kitchens of Phoo Ming. Exotic aromas and culinary delights emanates from the kitchens. Yet none dare enter without Permission for the kitchens are ruled by the ancient and venerable chef of the China Pearl Inn and all who enter his domain sever at his pleasure, and He can be a most demanding task master. As a coinsure of rare delights he has an especially developed palette for the sensual taste of young beauties. So Any sweet young beauty that enters the old rough’s domain enters at her own risk.
 
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