Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2012 08:06:21 -0800 (PST) From: Tom Subject: Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi Part 4 Tales of an American Geisha-Slave-Boi Part 4 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. Please remember, dear readers, that Nifty needs your help in the form of donations to continue to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 4 Being quite finished with his assertion of control over my bodily function of urination, my Lord nodded again to Tak, who undid my bonds in just a minute or two. At this, my Lord picked me up in his arms again, but this time, rather like a baby. He said something inaudible to Tak, and a new towel was placed on the table, and my Lord sat upon it, cradling me in his arms, even uttering a "shhhh" when I would break into sobbing from time to time. Another utterance, and Tak returned with Dr. Yuri. My Lord nodded to the Dr. expressing success, and the Dr. came about to the foot of the table, and began unpacking various long, tubular instruments from his case. My Lord asked me, then, "Would you like to be further restrained, or would you prefer that I held you, instead, my sweet little Collin?" "Please hold me, sir, if you don't mind." I immediately responded. My Gallant Samurai Lord straddled the head of the table with his long, powerful thighs, and placed me with my head against his strong chest, just at his heart, so that I could hear every strong, massive beat of the athletically tuned pump. Once there, he brought his legs up onto the table, on top of mine, and with his arms of steel across my chest, no movement of mine was possible. The doctor then began his procedure. At last I was permitted to drain my bladder. The relief brought a sigh, to which my Lord gave a wry-looking smile. Then, I realized the reason of that smile. -- Along with several long, wires and tubes which he threaded through the catheter tube, he also threaded a sort of balloon which he inflated in my ureter, and pumped my bladder full, and I mean absolutely full of air. The needful pain of needing to urinate returned, and I whimpered. This brought a genuine grin from my Lord, and a kiss from him, to the top of my head... My thoughts, through the pain, were, "Oh, I love him... I truly do".... The air pressure was released, and the doctor deposited some things in a tray that went "clink", and then back to the pressure again.... more moaning in pain, more kisses from my Lord... Five times, in all, we went through this, until, I assumed, all of the "stones" were removed from my bladder. My erection, from before, died, the moment the Doctor had touched me. He was all elegance, class, and old-world luxury. There was nothing "sexual" about him, thankfully, or I would have been truly embarrassed. Any embarrassment I felt before my Lord, actually, only caused me to become more aroused. Not so, however, with Dr. Yuri. The Doctor went to the sink. Rinsed off his instruments, packaged them in double plastic bags, then rinsed out the tray, and its contents, presenting this to My Lord, who still held me with one hand, and two legs. My lord looked carefully at the contents, turned the tray one way and another, to see all of the gems, and then, being fully satisfied, called for Tak, who took the tray away, not to be seen by me ever again. My master then actually hugged me, kissed my head again, and released his grip upon me, saying, "Collin, you have done your job most admirably. Now what can I do for you, to ensure your loyalty, and repay your discomfort?" Lying there naked, with my head against his chest still, these words brought on a powerful erection, for reasons I didn't fully understand. All I could do was shake my head in an "I have no idea" response. My Lord understood my responses completely, however.... He removed himself from behind my head, and stood at the side of the table, gazing into my blue eyes. "Collin, I think I understand your confusion, perhaps better than you do. I won't try to hide the fact that I find you extremely attractive -- this is a flaw in my race -- we all want blonde, blue-eyed trophy wives (did he say wife??) -- I do already have a wife in the conventional sense, but I would take you as a second, in a non-conventional sense. -- Or, my pet, I would happily fix your passport problems with the police, buy your ticket for you to return to New York, and give you a small annuity every year, so that you could live there without working, if you were very careful with your money, which I notice you are not. It is a big decision, and neither option is permanent, I assure you, so I will give you a few days to think about it, and perhaps get to know me a little better. As for me.. Well.. I know everything about you already, and I think you could be taught to be a perfectly demure, subservient, Japanese wife, despite your obviously being a boy. And yes, I am aware that you are a boy. I do not respect the conventions of man. I love whom I love, and I believe that I love you, at least in the physical way, which is what is missing between me and my conventional wife. So, if you agree, the two of us will stay here for the week, with Tak as our servant. And Me?? I was totally dumbstruck... I was in love with this Demon-God... totally... I felt that he commanded the very elements the way he commanded those around him. It was then that I began to think of him as "Lord Yashi" -- Samurai King of Japan. I knew he was trouble... I knew that he did not accumulate such wealth and power by smuggling diamonds in the bladders of US tourists. Yet I could not resist his offer... The WIFE of a powerful Japanese businessman, well, it wasn't what I started out wanting for myself, but it sure sounded better than the cloistered life of a poor man in NYC. And... again... I loved him... deeply... he understood me... he understood that when I suffered I also loved... and when I became hurt, by HIS hands, I was aroused beyond anything I ever felt before. He also was a master at orgasmic asphyxiation -- which I experimented with, but never felt anything like what had happened a few short hours ago. Powerful sex... Powerful Love... Power... He was Power, and when his attention was focused on me, I could feel that power running through me, in through my heart, as love, and out through my groin as pure sexual energy. Still I was speechless... finally, "Why would you want me, Sir? I am nothing but a stupid American kid, unable to keep himself out of trouble wherever I go. I am nothing special. No one has ever wanted me, really. I've never even had a real relationship before. Just a long line of one-night stands. I'm not "Wife" material" With a noble look upon his face, and a warm smile, he simply said, "I intend to change that, because I do want you." -- and the deal was sealed. Without my ever actually saying yes. A whisper to the Doctor, and he came and drew blood from my arm. It didn't seem very out of place, actually. Then I was told to roll onto my stomach, and Tak was called upon.. My legs were spread apart by the gentle but forceful Tak, so that my knees straddled the table, and then, the leather-gloved hands of Tak spread my ass-cheeks as wide as they would go, causing pain to my recently abused anus. Dr. Yuri sprayed some local anesthetic to my damaged anus, which was still gaping, evidently, because I felt the cold go way up inside me. After this, some anesthetic cream / lubrication was applied inside me, as far as it would go. My sore penis, becoming instantly erect at this, under my body, cause me to shout out a little, but my Lord Yashi, attendant upon my every need at this time, came over, reached beneath me, and readjusted my cock so that it pointed straight down, towards the doctor, but could expand without further discomfort. His touch, of course, made it expand all the more, and I felt an electric shock run through my vegal nerve causing my anus to contract around the Doctor's fingers, which caused me pain there as well, even through the topical anesthetic. I whimpered like a dog hit by a car. My master just smiled, part in loving kindness, and part in what I'm sure was enjoyment of my painful situation. Another balloon-seal, and my bowels were pumped full of air... oh my god, I screamed and bucked, and the Doctor called to my Lord to come and help, which he did -- he easily straddled the table, and me, with his long legs, and sat upon my upper back, keeping me flat against the table, and bending forwards just a little, grabbed hold of my upper thighs, on either side of Tak's grip of my cheeks, holding them down as well... Thus, I was subdued... The Doctor sprayed a sort of "clotting agent" and antiseptic agents in my large intestines, where the bowels were torn and bruised by the rough packing of the nitryl bags of cocaine. Evidently, each had been tied to the previous one, and rammed into me with some cheap lubrication, like vaseline, and probably someone's hand. I remember thinking, when the Doctor told me this, that I was happy that Thai's have small hands, and arms, and that I was lucky I hadn't traveled to Africa, or that my Master hadn't "packed me", with his large hands, so uncommon for a Japanese man. How invaded I felt, thinking of other peoples HANDS inside my colon without my consent, and then, I chuckled, thinking that kindly Dr. Yuri was inside my colon right now, without my consent, technically. Finally, Achingly, Dr. Yuri finished his "treatment" of my colon. Then removed the air balloon thing, and to my horror, I "broke wind", expelling all that air in a long, wet-sounding "fart" --ew, for lack of a better term. Thankfully, it smelled of antiseptic, and anti-clotting agent, and not anything else, or I might have died of embarrassment, only because Tak and Dr. Yuri were there. I knew it had not disturbed my Master, because he began to gently stroke my ass cheeks with those glorious hands of his, and he seemed to be enjoying watching my penis grow between my legs, down along the length of the table. The Doctor put his equipment away, rinsing and double-bagging everything -- I assumed so that some assistant or nurse would clean and possibly sterilize it at a later point in time. I did not realize then that Dr. Yuri worked solely for my Lord and Master. I vaguely understood the Doctor, as he told my Master, that I could not eat anything -- nothing -- for the next five days, and, since I was very thin, I would have to have some intervenous feeding, at least once per day, and I would require a special enema, to be administered twice daily, for the same five days. My Lord unstraddled me, and Tak released my cheeks. Lord Yashi brought a chair to the head of the table, and looking deeply into my eyes yet again, said, "You see, pretty little Collin, your choice is already made. I can provide all of that for you, right here, with me. In fact, by the way you react to my touch, I think I can probably make it pretty fun for you, if you let me. Just remember your place, my gorgeous little pet. You are to be my subservient, demure, companion -- in short, my wife, in a very traditional Japanese sense. I'll teach you some things. Others, you must learn on your own. But, I'll warn you, I'll only tell you the rules once. After that, I expect complete compliance. Any transgressions will be punished harshly, and my punishments will be for MY enjoyment, without any consideration of you whatsoever. You may be scarred, beaten, cut, brought to within an inch of your life, or even killed, for that matter. You will be my property, to do with as I please, just as the traditional Japanese wives have always been. The only thing I WILL promise you, is that I shall love you, in my own way, until I grow tired of you, and nothing more than that." To which I barely answered, with a tremor of real fear in my voice, but a raging erection between my legs, "Yes, my Lord." End Part 4 Please remember, dear readers, that Nifty needs your help in the form of donations to continue to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To be Continued...