Silk Keiko Asian BDSM Story
Keiko Yamada sat patiently on the Arabesque rug basking in the illumination of the candle glow. Her skin reflected a lovely peach colored resplendence in the darkened room. She waited quietly for Jeremy. She was totally his tonight—body and soul. He led her to the bedroom of the old Victorian house decorated with mahogany furniture and an opulent canopy bed. He had unzipped her blue silk dress, and the featherweight raiment glided along the refined curvature of her petite body onto the floor. He had touched her soft shoulders lightly and smiled as he savored the vision before him. Her sweet perfume was an intoxicating mist emanating the room. Her large pomegranate breasts were freed as he unsnapped her azure lace bra. After kissing her breasts and sucking her hardened nipples, he ran his hands down her hips and carefully removed her matching lace panties.
Jeremy removed a pair of leather cuffs from the wooden tea poi, and she instinctively yielded her delicate hands to her possessor. He bound her hands tightly behind her back. He gently sat her in a corner, spread her legs apart, placed leather cuffs around her ankles, and chained her to two widely spaced eyelets bolted to the floor. “My sweet slave girl,” he said as he touched her cheeks, kissed her lips, and caressed her long silky black hair. “My Nightingale is going to fly into the evening cloud.” He left the room to prepare his little bird for her consummate capture. Since she shaved her pussy as he had instructed, she felt exposed and vulnerable with her legs spread displaying the delicate peach petals between. Keiko was dizzy from the sake that she had drunk at the Molucca Sea Indonesian Restaurant and giddy from the anticipation of taking wing into the arcane heights of the evening clouds. She stared at the large mirror on the wall and was transfixed by the sight of her surrender as the soft candlelight reflected from her satin skin.
Keiko was a first year graduate student at the University of Washington pursuing a degree in botany. The allure of the temperate rain forest and Puget Sound brought the lovely girl from Hokkaido to Seattle, the Emerald City. She loved the mountains and the forests; she felt so free in the palaces of green. While in Seattle, Keiko began to explore the complicated feelings and fantasies within the shadow part of her being—erotic feelings which were hidden like a rhizome in the dark earth. These feelings had been present sent adolescence, but were sublimated by her demureness. Her prior shyness was gradually melting away like the spring snow. On her home island, it was said “the nail which sticks out is nailed down.” Now that she was in Washington State, she was freer to explore her complex feelings. Keiko had placed an ad in the Absinthe, the arty avant-garde newspaper four week before:
Twenty-two year old Asian princess seeking endorphin rush from being tied up, punished, and pleasured by hot male potentate. I am the pretty little bird of the night seeking to be captured. If you are up for the chase, please write.
Jeremy was one of the many who responded to her advertisement in the Absinthe. He was a graphics art graduate student at the university and had been involved in the local bdsm scene around the university. Keiko decided to correspond with him since they were both graduate students and they had a mutual interest in art.
Jeremy quietly walked into the room wearing a satin purple robe. “How is my little harem girl,” he asked.
Keiko looked up and smiled sweetly. “Captured and imported from Japan,” she said. He stooped down, kissed her lips, removed her handcuffs, and laid her back on a soft pillow.
“You must do everything I command, my little slave. Take your hand and massage your sweet pussy.”
Keiko blushed crimson. She quickly obeyed and began messaging the softness between her legs. Keiko penetrated her moist tunnel with her finger and was beginning to build to an explosive climax when Jeremy ordered her to stop. “I have a little present for my Nightingale to make her flight vastly more interesting.” He gave her a box wrapped with silver paper and blue ribbon. Inside the box was a blue vibrating dildo made of soft gel plastic. “You can continue, slave girl,” Keiko turned on the switch and plunged the blue phallus between her legs moving it in and out of her vagina. The motion and the vibrations sent waves of pleasure between her legs. She was entranced with narcissistic satisfaction watching her self-pleasuring in the mirror. She closed her eyes as she began her ascendance to the clouds, and she plunged the phallus in and out with increasing rhythmic ferocity. She exploded in convulsive waves that shook her body to the very core. Her sighs were a sweet melody of delight. “You are an entertaining harem girl,” he said. She suspected that she was as evidenced by the growing bulge under his robe.
He removed his robe. Keiko admired the towering muscular body in front of her. “Stand up. I have something to make your enslavement more complete.” He removed a black leather collar from the tea poi and carefully placed it around her neck. He placed a leash on her collar. “You are completely mine,” he said. “On your knees!” She respectfully bowed before him, and he pulled the leash so that her lips touched the head of his cock.
Understanding the cue, she giggled. “Anything to make my Sultan happy.” She began licking and kissing his balls, and finally she took his penis into her mouth. She enjoyed the sensation of his penis swelling as she sucked. He moaned in delight when she licked the bottom of his shaft and balls with light upward swipes. His penis swelled to an immense seven and half inches. She would tease him, building him up close to orgasm, stop, and repeat. However, now was the time to bring him to her knees. She nibbled on the head of his penis and licked his shaft. She then took his shaft into her mouth and began to apply increasing suction and her head bobbed back and forth along his hardened cock. His penis was expanding in her mouth, and she knew the time was near. She began to suck him ferociously and he exploded into her mouth with an animalistic moan and practically lost his balance. She swallowed his cum and began to lick him clean. When he recovered, he removed the ankle cuffs and sat her on the dresser. He kneeled before her and spread her legs. His tongue began to tease her delicate flesh and explore her moist tunnel. She was sighing in ecstasy. He finally began to suck her clitoris as he massaged the roof of her vagina with his finger. Keiko convulsed in another intense orgasm. He carefully carried her to the bed and placed the ankle cuffs back on her to shackle her legs. She knew the time was near—her punishment was rapidly approaching.
“Dear little slave girl, you have been a nice pleasure tonight, but that will not earn you a reprieve from what is coming to you due to your disobedience. What do you think I should do to you?
Keiko got on her knees before Jeremy. “Dear Sultan, you should tied me up and whip me with ten hard lashes,” she said pensively.
Jeremy got a meter measuring stick out of the closet. Keiko was afraid he was going to use it on her. Then he got some garden pruning snips from a box of tools. He handed both to her. “Slave girl, you are to go outside into the garden naked and cut a twig one meter long from the silver birch tree and bring it back to me. The twig will be the instrument of your punishment, and I plan to make you suffer. Since this is your first offence, I will offer you some consolation.” He mercifully offered her a large goblet of plum wine. He brought the goblet to her lips, and she quickly drank the whole glass. It was like a magic potion offered to help her through her impending ordeal. He gave a tug on the leash and she began to follow. He carried her down the stairs and sent her on her way to the garden. The two-foot chain tethering her ankles impeded her walking.
He sent her alone into the moonlit garden to get the instrument of her chastisement. She was very afraid that the neighbors would see her naked in the garden. She did not want to get arrested for public indecency. She inspected the silver birch for long twigs that were sufficient in length with her measuring stick, but most were under a meter. Keiko found a particularly threatening twig that met Jeremy’s requirements. She took the pruning snips and cut it from the tree. Her hands carefully removed the leaves from the twig. She swished the twig back and forth through the air, and it made a frightening noise. She imagined the twig kissing her delicate skin with stinging pain. By this time the fortified plum wine was beginning to make her woozy.
She was walking clumsily on the garden path towards the house. She began giggling at the absurd thought of being naked in a garden on a moonlit night (especially since it was a full moon) fetching the instrument that would give her pain. She entered the house, knelt before Jeremy, presented him with the long birch twig, kissed his penis, and bowed her head.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He found a long black silk scarf in the dresser and tied it around her head for a blindfold. He placed a satin pillow on top of the table, led her to the edge, and commanded that she lean over it. He grabbed her wrists and tied them to two eyelets on the surface of the table with ropes. Then he bound her ankles to the table legs. The tight ropes immobilized her. Keiko found the feeling of vulnerability and helplessness erotic, although she was afraid of the impending pain. Her soft shapely behind was positioned over the table humiliatingly so Jeremy could have full aim. Jeremy in a mockingly official tone began to intone “by virtue of my office, the great Sultan dispenses Ottoman justice to Nightingale—the little bird of the night—the errant harem girl whose sole purpose in this realm is to provide entertainment, to look pretty, and to give her body for sexual favors to the ruling potentate…unfortunately the beautiful slave girl does not know her place in the universe…a slave girl’s place is to lay naked on her back with her pretty legs spread…as punishment for her insolence and audacity, she will be whipped with ten hard lashes.”
Keiko heard the swish and an instant later the birch twig struck squarely across the middle of her bottom. Reflexively, she tried to jump as stinging pain radiated across her bottom. She was sighing and panting heavily as the second, third, and fourth fell slowly on her bottom while she gritted her teeth. He was deliberately whipping her slowly so that each blow could achieve maximum effect before the next one fell. By the fifth, tears were filling her almond eyes. She struggled to no avail and broke into crying as the sixth, seventh, and eighth descended on her soft peach skin. “The last two will be the worst for you,” Jeremy reported. Jeremy pulled back the switch and struck her with incredible force. She writhed in agony because of the fiery pain. Then he struck her bottom with the hardest lash across the middle of her ass. She yelped in agonizing pain. She felt like she was in a twilight zone—floating in the air of altered consciousness.
Jeremy knelt behind her and began to lick the lips between her legs. Her skin tingled with sensation like she had never experiences before. Even though her bottom burned with stinging pain, her skin was unusually sensitive to his soothing licks and kisses. The shaving of her pussy made her very sensitive to his pleasuring. Jeremy spread her petals with his tongue. After twenty minutes of this, her tears turned to sighs of pleasure and writhing orgasms. He got up and placed his hands on her hip that burned with pain and positioned his swollen cock to her entrance and slowly penetrated her. She sighed in intense pleasure as his huge cock stretched the tight confines inside her. She loved the feeling of his warm cock moving inside of her, slowly and rhythmically. This seemed to go on forever. Finally after several minutes of slow deliberate penetrations, Jeremy increased his speed, and sent them both over the edge. She screamed in intense pleasure as he ejaculated deep inside her.
Jeremy untied Keiko and removed the blindfold. He carried her to a large darkened bathroom in the house with a large tub. He lit ten candles and soon the bathroom was aglow in candlelight. She saw that her bottom was striped with red swollen welts as she gazed into the mirror. So this is how the Sultan marks the slaves of his dominion, she thought. He started filling the large tub with warm water and bubble bath. The tub was soon a sea of thick foam. He knelt down and carried his little slave to the bath water. She laid back in the soothing water and played with the bubbles. He served her more sake from a ceramic container and joined her in the tub.
Jeremy and Keiko relaxed in the hot bubble bath sipping the mellow intoxicant and caressing each other. This only inflamed their consuming lust for each other. Jeremy ordered Keiko to get on her knees in the bathtub. “Are you going to fuck me doggy style,” she giggled? He poured a generous amount of slippery lubricant on his hardened cock and between her two ass cheeks. The lubricant caused a burning sensation because of the welts. She knew what was coming next. She had never been penetrated there before. Keiko watched in the mirror as Jeremy’s hardened cock separated has ass cheeks touching her opening. The sensation of Jeremy’s cock between her ass cheeks felt nice. He began to put pressure on her entrance, but she would not let him in. “Keiko, you must relax,” he said. She began to relax her muscles and after some initial pain, she saw his cock disappear inside of her. This was a new feeling for her having the fullness of a cock inside of her there. She began to massage her pussy while Jeremy slowly penetrated her as she watched in the mirror. She was surprised that his cock could go so far inside of her. They reached orgasm almost simultaneously. Jeremy slowly withdrew his penis. Keiko turned around and put her arms around him and kissed him passionately. After thirty more minutes in the bubble bath, they got out and dried off. Jeremy carried his Asian angel in his arms to the canopy bed where they nested for the night in bliss.
Keiko woke up around three ‘o clock. Her welts were still stinging although the swelling had gone down. She walked quietly out to the balcony naked as the spring breeze blew against her body and the moon reflected against her silky skin. She listened to the sound of Puget Sound for a while. She felt a strange alienation in the darkness as if she had crossed some threshold in the mist. She walked back inside and returned to the bed. She desired to fly into the evening clouds again. He would he her Sultan, and she would be his errant harem girl.
