Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 11:21:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom <glassnegman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi - Part 1

Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi

Disclaimer

Copyright, 2012, Patricia Steel (glassnegman@yahoo.com)

Do whatever you want with this story, only keep my name attached, please.
Please report any and all orgasms arrived at through reading and
masturbating to these words.  I love knowing that I am deliberately
manipulating your mind into an erotic state.  Thanks, and Enjoy.

Chapter 1

I don't know what his business is.  The only time I asked him, we were
riding in his limo, on the way to a Japanese opera, and he struck me down
with a single blow, so hard I lay between darkness and light, until we
returned to his home.  There, he tied me facing a St. Augustine Cross, and
lashed me 100 times with a leather whip, then lubricating himself with my
blood, he anally raped me, and left me there in the dark for two days,
hanging on the cross, to consider my misbehavior.

The day he decided to let me down, one of his personal medical staff was
there, along with two of his personal servants he travels with, whom I'd
seen, before, but never met (I seemed to be a whole level of creature below
them).  No one spoke much to me, other than to ask me a few basic questions
about my medical condition, history, etc.  They took some blood, bandaged
me up, carried me to bed (not His bed, sadly), and left me all alone.
Later that night, someone brought me a dinner tray, and I could hear voices
from below, laughing, all male voices.

Later, I heard sounds on the stairs.... I could distinguish His soft walk
coming towards the room that I was deposited in.  His personal servants
opened the door, and he walked in, no shoes... we were in Kyoto, after all.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and just petted the side of my rump, soooo
gently.... oh, I loved his touch...  I would do anything for it, but I knew
if I wanted it to continue, I must not react... not at all...  five
minutes... maybe more... just gentle petting....  up to my arm -- I was
lying on my side facing away from him, so as not to show him my tears.
Tears of pain -- tears of ecstasy from his electric touch -- tears of joy,
that he still valued me, and had not put me out on the streets of Tokyo,
somewhere, or worse, had me killed in some horrific way, as I began to
suspect he was capable of.

After a few minutes of his just petting me, I heard him undress, lying his
clothes on the bedroom chair carefully -- everything was precision with
him.  I felt him climb into bed next to me.  The night was warm, and no
blankets or sheets were needed -- besides, I was afraid of the weight of
even a sheet against my bandaged back and buttocks, so recently rent of
flesh.  I could feel the warmth of his body against my posterior wounds, so
strongly now, but never once did he bump me -- again... all precision, this
man.

He carefully replaced my pillow with his slender but muscular bicep -- he
was very muscular, especially for a Young Japanese man.  All very slender,
with incredibly broad shoulders, and thin hips.  Beautiful blue-black hair,
always in the latest fashion.  The whitest skin, never exposed to the
effects of the sun, like us Americans.  His legs were fascinating as
well.... Luxuriantly long, but powerful.  He was a "runner-up" for the 2008
Olympics track team.  When he was in a playful mood in bed, he often teased
my by capturing me with his legs alone, refusing to let me go.

With his long left arm, he carefully reached around my left hip, and found
my steel-hard erection.  Knowing exactly where to touch me, with only the
slightest motion, he brought me to orgasm, and, giving no quarter,
continued, until I orgasmed a second, and third time, until I begged
"Please No" in the most supplicating of voices.

At this, he removed his left arm, and keeping his right under my head, no
other parts of us touching, just me, feeling the loving warmth of his body
all along the length of mine, injured, and sound parts alike, and together
we drifted off to sleep, my knowing that all anger had passed from the mind
of my Lord and Lover.

To Be Continued...

End Part 1