Because of her culture, she would have been given to a brothel to become a common whore or turned out onto the street, if I had left her there in Singapore. She would have been considered a refused gift and a shame to her owner, my client. I had gotten close to this delicate Oriental flower and could not bear to see her end up in such a condition. So throwing caution (and some would say common sense) out the window, I proposed to her the day I was to leave to America. It was the only way I could take her with me due to immigration rules. And that is where this story begins…
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Lawan had been in the States for almost three months. The State Department had granted Lawan a K1 Visa also known as a Fiancé Visa, allowing her to enter the United States and stay for up to ninety days. If she didn’t get married within the ninety days, however, she would be deported back to Singapore. I had proposed to her the day we were supposed to leave Singapore, but in order for her to legally leave the country, there were forms and government regulations to comply with – both from her country as well as the United States.
So, in order to get everything finalized and make sure everything was in order, I called my company, explained the circumstances and what I had done, and got a couple days off to get things squared away. My boss was very understanding (after all, I had just landed him a multi-million dollar building contract!) and let me have all the time I needed to get the legal stuff filed.
We ended up staying in Singapore a couple days longer than planned, which I didn’t mind at all, so long as I had my Lawan with me! But the day did come that we were able to leave, all legal and with the blessings of Mr. Hanaman, my client and Lawan’s former owner to boot! Lawan was excited to be going to America. She had never been on an airplane before, so it was the first of many new experiences she would be bombarded with.
As we entered the airport, she dutifully followed one step behind me and on my left, just like she had been taught to. I thought it rather cavalier that she would take such a position without being told, but we were still in Singapore and she had to act accordingly. Once through security and at the gate waiting to board the plane, I tried to tell her a little bit about what to expect in the next few hours.
“Now Lawan, this plane ride is going to feel a little strange to you. But once we are in the air and cruising it will be fine. I’ll let you have a window seat so you can say goodbye to Singapore if you wish,” I told her.
“Thank you, Master,” she said softly so no one would hear her. About that time we heard the announcement over the speaker system that we would be boarding. I picked up my laptop (the only piece of carry-on we had) and took Lawan by the arm. We walked down the jet way and stepped onto the plane. We found our seats easily and after I seated Lawan next to the window, I put my laptop on the floor in front of me and took my seat.
I helped Lawan with her seat belt as she had never seen a seat belt since she had only ridden in cabs in Singapore a few times and even then never used one. Once she was safely buckled in, she leaned back into her seat and waited to see what was next. She had a good seat, we were in First Class ahead of the wing so she could see everything well. I figured that she might as well enjoy the full treatment on her first plane ride and I did have my expense account so money wasn’t an issue!
We sat there waiting for the plane to start moving, and I was telling her more about my home in Los Angeles. She was fascinated by everything I was telling her and listened intently as I described America to her. Suddenly, the engines roared and Lawan gripped her seat so hard her knuckles turned white and her eyes got large. I smiled and took her hand.
“It’s okay, Lawan, that’s just the plane starting to move.”
“Would you hold my hand, Sir?” she said, gripping my hand tightly.
“I don’t really know that I have a choice!” I chuckled. The plane backed away from the terminal and taxied out to the runway in preparation for taking off. We sat there for a few moments and I held Lawan’s hand. Then the engines roared louder and the plane shook. Faster and faster we went down the runway until I felt the front wheels, then the rear wheels leave the ground. The ground fell away and Lawan sunk into her seat a bit.
“Say goodbye to your old life, Lawan,” I said. She looked out the window and pressed her face to the window. She watched as the ground got further and further away. She put her hand to the window as she watched everything she had ever known disappear slowly behind her. When she could no longer see the lights of Singapore behind her she turned back to me. I thought I saw a small tear run down her cheek.
“Having regrets, Lawan?” I asked.
“No, Master, but Singapore is all I have ever known. It is strange to know I will never see it again.”
“Well, I don’t know if you’ll never see it again. Who knows, we may come back one of these days for a visit or something. I mean my company will probably want me to come back and check to see that the construction has gone all right. If they do send me back, you can come with me.”
“I would like that very much, Master. I would like to see Mr. Hanaman again, and my parents if possible,” she said.
“Of course. If they have to send anyone back, I will speak to my boss and see if they will send me. After all this was my project, so I’m sure if anyone comes back it will be me. And you will accompany me – I will still need a translator!” I said.
“I would be most happy to translate for you, Master!” Lawan smiled.
We had been in flight for a few hours when the flight attendants came by to ask what we would like for dinner. Lawan looked to me to decide what to have, and I ordered for the two of us. We waited for dinner to arrive and when it came, we ate while talking about her new home.
“Master, tell me about the city we will live in. You have told me a lot about America, but what about your home, about… um… how you say Mawl-i-blue?” she faltered with the name.
“Malibu,” I corrected. “It is a pretty nice place. It is right next to the ocean. In fact, I live just across the street from the beach entrance. You walk across the street and down this set of stairs onto the beach. There is a grocery store not far from the house, and the neighborhood is pretty safe and quiet. I think you’ll really like it, once you get used to things.”
“As long as you are there I will be happy Master,” she said, squeezing my hand.
“Well, my office is in Los Angeles – about 45 minutes away. I can show my office one day. There’s a lot you will want to see and do in your new home. I will show you around the area once we get home and you get settled in the house.”
“Yes Master,” Lawan said, looking at me with those wonderful sparkling eyes. “Thank you for taking me with you, Master. I love you.”
“I love you too, Lawan. Now try to rest a bit. We will be on the plane for a long time.”
And we were… it is about a twenty-three hour flight from Singapore to Los Angeles. The rest of the flight was pretty routine. We slept when we could, and walked the aisles a few times to stretch our legs. With all the marvels of modern technology we have today, they haven’t figured out how to make intercontinental flying any quicker or more comfortable! But finally, at long last, the west coast of America appeared in the faint distance.
“Look Lawan – there’s home!” Lawan pressed her face to the window once more… this time looking forward. She could start to make out the coast as it got closer. As we flew on, she started making out the lights of Los Angeles We got closer and she could see the waves breaking on the rocks far below. Then, before her wide, awe-struck eyes lay the City of Angels. We passed over houses and streets, commercial buildings and supermarkets.
Finally, she saw the runway and we made our final approach. Lawan kept her face pressed to the window until we touched down, then taxied to the terminal building. She was excited and busied herself with getting ready to de-plane – it was all I could do to keep her from rushing out of the airplane without me! We walked out of the plane and into the terminal building. Once we cleared away from some of the crowd I spun her around to face me.
“Welcome to Los Angeles – welcome to America, Lawan!” I said. She smiled and leaned into me. We kissed long and deep and passionately. The girl felt even better on this side of the world! We went to get our luggage and made our way through the terminal and to the taxicabs waiting outside. After giving the driver the address and directions of my home in Malibu, we were off.
It took a little over forty-five minutes to drive the thirty miles or so to my home, because I told the driver to use the PCH (the Pacific Coast Highway for those readers who do not know the term) since it was the most scenic route and also the quickest – we had already been traveling for twenty-four hours and we wanted to get home!
When we finally made it to the front of my home, Lawan looked at the house carefully. I could tell she was impressed as she studied it and then smiled broadly. I helped her out of the car as the cab driver took our luggage out of the trunk. He took the bags up to the front door as I took my beautiful Oriental treasure up the sidewalk of her new home. I paid the cab and added a generous bonus, then turned my attention to Lawan. I unlocked the front door and swung it wide, ushering her into where she would live from now on.
“Welcome home, Lawan. This is your new home,” I said. She stepped inside, smiling, and took her first look around. She looked at everything as if she had just gained her eyesight. She touched the table top, ran her fingers along the counters in the kitchen, and marveled at all the sights of her new American home.
“Oh Master, it is so beautiful!” she said, almost choking up as she spoke. “I never dreamed…”
“Let me get these bags inside and I’ll give you the whole tour,” I said. I turned and brought our suitcases inside and shut the door. Setting the bags down just inside the door, I took Lawan by the hand and gave her the grand tour of the house. When we made our way upstairs, I showed her the bedroom last.
“And here is the bedroom,” I said.
She went inside and took a look around. She walked over to the bed and touched it, running her hands over the down comforter and up and down the carved posts of the four poster bed. She walked around to the other side and then looked at me. “And where do I sleep, Master?” she asked, a bit unsure.
I smiled at her.
“Oh,” she said, realizing what my silent answer was and gave me a blushing smile. She looked again at the bed. OUR bed. And she sat down on it carefully.
“Go ahead, Lawan. Lay on it and tell me how you like it,” I said.
She looked at me and then laid down on the bed. I walked around to my side of the bed (the right side as we laid there) and laid down next to her. I took my new fiancée in my arms and asked, “So how do you like your new home, Lawan?”
“It’s is beautiful, Master. I am so happy. Thank you. Thank you for bringing me here with you.”
“Well, we’ve had a long trip. We’ve got a few hours before dinner; we should probably try to get a little sleep!”
“Yes, Master. Whatever you say.”
We got out of our wrinkled traveling clothes and got in bed. I set the alarm clock so we wouldn’t sleep the whole night away and before long we were both fast asleep.
Four hours later the alarm clock woke us.
“Feel better?” I asked her. I was used to these types of trips – I’d done many, many of them before. But Lawan had never been on any kind of trip, much less a trip on this duration!
“Yes, Master. Thank you. Do you require anything before dinner?”
“Well since you mentioned it…” I reached over and grabbed her hair and pulled her to me. “Only you,” I said as I kissed her open mouth deeply. My tongue reached out to find hers and they danced for several long moments like two snakes fighting. My hand found its way to her naked breast and cupped it, eliciting a soft mewl from the Oriental girl. I squeezed her tit and she reached for me, pulling me closer to her. Rolling over on top of my girl, I propped himself up on extended arms as I lay over her.
“What do you want, Lawan. Tell me what you want,” I told her.
“Master, I only wish to please you. To make you happy,” she replied.
I lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth gently biting it and licking it, causing the girl to arch her back and moan louder.
“Ohhh!” she moaned.
After a few seconds, I brought my head back up.
“Now… tell me what you want,” I repeated.
“I… I want you, Master,” she breathed, panting.
I ran my tongue down her heaving chest and her tight belly to just above her now wet sex. She smelled wonderful and I took her scent into my nostrils like a connoisseur takes in a fine wine. Her pungent bouquet was like heaven itself and I breathed her in deeply.
“Please… please Master,” she whined. She knew what I had in mind and she couldn’t wait. I dove into her wet, hungry pussy like I was starving and she gasped at my ferocity. My mouth closed over her pussy as my tongue split the petals of her flower, intent on reaching the honey inside. She parted her legs with a loud moan and laid back on the bed to savor the sensations I was providing her.
I lapped up her sweet nectar with an intensity that soon had the girl scooting backwards on the bed to get away from my devouring. But I wasn’t going to allow that, following her backwards for a bit.
“I think I have the cure for your fidgeting, slut!” I said, rising from where she used to be on the bed. “Stay right here.”
“Yes Master,” she said, smiling.
A couple minutes later, I returned with an armload of ropes. Reaching from the foot of the bed, I grabbed her ankles and roughly dragged her back down the bed. I tied one ankle to the foot post and then stretched her legs wide and fastened the other leg to the other foot post. Walking around the side of the bed, I took both her wrists and quickly bound them together, running the end of the rope up to the headboard, which had a convenient tie off up there. Now my little slave-slut couldn’t move around on me, although she could wiggle and twist delightfully.
Climbing back between her spread legs, I resumed my feast, with the now bound girl’s moans getting more desperate and impassioned with the ropes preventing her escape.
“Master! Oh, Master! Please! Ohhh!” she whined and whimpered.
I added another level to her pleasure when I introduced two fingers into her steaming pussy. I continued to lick her slit and flick her throbbing clit with my tongue. Lawan was beside herself. I had first used this trick on her a few days ago in Singapore – the first time she had felt anything so wonderful – and it had done a number on her then! And now that she was completely mine and being here with me in their home, made the feelings even more consuming. Lawan was beyond any bliss she had ever felt before. And she could not have stopped what was about to happen if she had wanted to.
“MAASSTERRRR!!” Lawan screamed as she erupted in a cataclysmic orgasm.
“Master! Oh my Master, Oh I love you so much! Oh thank you, Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you, for bringing me here!” she sobbed. I just held her for a few minutes as she cried into my chest. Her feet were still bound to the bedposts but she didn’t care. She was deliriously happy. After she had had a good cry, I untied her ankles, pulled her to me, and held her, softly rocking my dear Lawan.
“We should probably get dressed and get something to eat,” I said after a bit. “That airline food wasn’t very good and I’m starved!”
“Yes, Master. I will go wash my face and get ready,” she said, and got out of bed to get ready.
After a good dinner – the first real meal we’d had in over 24 hours – we returned to the house and went into the living room. I sat down in my favorite recliner and Lawan came into the room. She walked up to my feet and knelt down.
“Master?”
“Yes, Lawan?”
“May I ask something?”
“What is it?”
“Now that I am here in America with you, and we are to be married, would you… could I be… your slave for real?
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you remember when we met in Singapore I asked you to use me as your slave?”
“Yes, I remember very well. It was wonderful.”
“Yes it was. And I would like to do it again. This time I want to be your slave forever. I would like to serve you and be used by you however you want. I want to be your slave, your slut. I want to belong to you and be owned by you. I am for you, Master.”
“I am for you.” Those were the first words she spoke to me when I arrived in Singapore. I smiled remembering how I walked into my hotel room and found her naked and chained to the bed in my room. I remember how utterly stunned I was when she said those words to me. And now she is saying them all over again. And not because she was given to me. Well not exactly. She was in fact giving herself to me. And I was all too happy to accept her.
“Yes, Lawan. You can be my slave. I would be proud and happy to own you. In fact, we will start right now.” I stood up and looked at her kneeling, her eyes locked on mine. “Undress me,” I commanded. She went to work instantly, unfastening my belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. She gently pulled my pants down my legs and off me completely, carefully folding them and placing them on the arm of the chair. When done, she returned to her kneeling position.
I grabbed a tight handful of her hair and pulled her open mouth all the way down onto my cock. I felt it plunge into her throat just before she gagged, pulling back, fighting for air. Growling wordlessly, I thrust into her mouth again and again, fucking her face without mercy. She choked and struggled, trying to give me pleasure, trying harder for air and space. She knew I loved the struggle and fight she put up when I wanted her to take me all the way down. I loved to hear her choke on my cock while she tried to obey, to pleasure me.
Suddenly I pushed her away. Lawan sprawled onto her back, looking up at me, panting. “Close your eyes and keep them closed, slave. Do you understand?”
Lawan nodded, closing them obediently. She heard me moving around the room and then felt me returning to the chair, in front of her. A quiet moment and then – oh God! Pain bit deeply into her nipple as I applied the toothed clamp. Lawan gasped, shrinking back, her hands coming up to cradle and cover her other breast.
“What are your hands doing?” I asked, a small amount of amusement coloring my words.
“I’m sorry Master,” she said, moaning.
She pulled her hands back, screwing her eyes more tightly closed. She held her breath and tried to remain still.
Pain, again. Sharp and biting as I seated the second clamp around her other nipple. Lawan sobbed aloud at the lancing pain, the sob becoming a scream when I pulled the chain that connected the two clamps. Arcing up off the floor, she tried to follow my fingers as they made the chain dance and sway in the air above her.
“Stand, slut. Stand and spread those legs,” I commanded her. She obeyed partly because I told her to and partly because I pulled up on the chain between her clamped nipples.
“Keep those eyes closed, slave,” I reminded her sternly, one hand manipulating the cord, the other stroking against her clit, circling and pushing, driving her wild with arousal.
I worked my slut hard, offering wild red pain with one hand and incredibly smooth pleasure with the other. Lawan screamed and begged and spread her legs wider for me, while trying not to move her breasts at all. In the end, as always, she begged me to let her cum.
“Oh Master! Oh please! Please, please, please! Oh I need to cum! I need to cum sooo badly!”
Keeping my finger on her throbbing clit, I let the chain fall onto her body as I finally gave her the permission she sought. Lawan exploded then, screaming, writhing, her body a thing of fire and flame, completely out of control.
Lawan was gasping, still riding the wracking waves of pleasure I produced in her, when I grabbed her hair again and dragged her to the floor on her stomach. I pulled her hips up toward me and slapped her ass hard as her spasms ended. In response, Lawan whimpered, balling her hands into the rough textured rug under her, holding on. She knew what was coming. She wanted what was coming. Deep moans escaped her lips as I roughly smeared her slippery juices against the tight ring of her ass.
“My horny little slut. I am going to fuck that tight ass of yours. I am going to fuck your ass good and proper. In your country, this would be taboo. But you are in America and here you are my slut. My property. And I want this ass,” I said in a hoarse whisper, positioning himself behind her.
“Yes Master,” she moaned at my rough words. “I am yours. Use me, my Master. Use your slut for your pleasure.” Lawan couldn’t believe how turned on she was – she had never been so alive before!
“Keep your eyes closed and your hands over your head. Don’t make me use a blindfold. Don’t make me tie your hands again. Obey me, slave.”
I pushed the head of my stiff cock against her ass, its head jamming hard at her hole until it popped through the sphincter. Lawan screamed, the sensation of being torn open by her Master’s cock always excited her through the pain.
“No noise,” I ordered, panting a little as the rest of my cock slid in easily. I rested a moment, my belly fully against her ass, my cock lodged deeply inside her, stretching her. “Gag yourself then put your hands back over your head.”
Lawan searched through for something to serve as a gag. Her fingertips brushed against her Masters boxer shorts and she grasped them, stuffing them deep into her mouth. She tasted her Masters cock on the cloth and my sweat from the long hours of wearing them. They were delicious! And no one would hear her high-pitched screams of pleasure, of pain, screams that my rutting into her ass would surely rip from her.
Lawan slid her hands along the rug up over her head and laced her fingers tightly into each other. Hunching a little under me, she tried to keep her clamped nipples off the rug. But this only served to press her swollen, aching clit down onto the rough rug and rubbing it made her clit ignite and burn. She moaned and ground her pussy into the rug rubbing up and down on the coarse textured material.
I thrust into her again, my whole length knifing deeply, my body resting hard and heavy on her own. Lawan felt her nipples dragging against the rug’s surface as I pulled out and she cried into the gag at the intense spiking pain.
Again and again I pulled out and thrust in, filling her ass completely. Eventually the pain receded. Incredible, deep, wild pleasure began to color her mind and dictate her responses. Lawan started to thrust back toward me, crying out into her gag with the return of clawing, pounding need.
I fucked the girl’s ass slowly, thoroughly, with long full intense strokes. She fucked me back, wild impatience and red need in full bloom. Lawan moaned, her eyes closed, her fingers clutched and threaded together above her head, even her cruelly clamped nipples swollen and ripe with arousal.
My thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. Lawan screamed into her gag again but now it was screams of need, screams of hot, wet, crazed obedience to my pounding lust. Her ass was open to me, gripping me tightly, taking me fully, wanting more and faster and harder.
I began to smack her thigh’s with a paddle I had nearby in time with each shuddering thrust. Lawan howled and shook with each blow but the pain quickly became another kind of pleasure, sharper and more strident than what she was feeling in her abused ass, edged and violent, but pleasure nonetheless.
Lawan’s pussy was dripping now, and her clit was aflame. Her body shuddered under my thrusts. She felt her control slip as she neared the edge. She tried to ask permission to cum, but the gag prevented it. A final deep, bone jarring thrust of my cock into her ass, a final stinging slap with the paddle, and permission was no longer an issue. Lawan simply melted into a shattering orgasm. She released, screaming shuddering pleasure into the sodden underwear gag.
As Lawan’s orgasm washed over her, I continued to fuck wildly into her ass. As she shook and screamed, the pleasure engulfing her, my orgasm began, too. I dropped the paddle and my hard hands dug into her waist. I ground into her as I pulsed and thrust and released over and over into her tight ass.
Slowing, panting, shaking with relief, they finally parted. I slid out of her and rolled onto my back. Lawan turned toward me, mewling at the clamps, holding her aching breasts for me to see. I carefully pulled the clamps off each nipple, laughing a little when she cried out at the pain of returning sensation.
Reaching for her, I pulled her down over to my side. Lawan snuggled with me, holding and being held, feeling my pulse slow, and listening to my breathing go back to normal. My big hard hands stroked over her sweaty skin, swirling patterns across her pinked up bottom, and I murmured indistinctly how greatly she had pleased me.
“Shall I get a warm washcloth for you, Master?” Lawan asked, her voice hoarse after the gagged screaming, knowing I liked her personal service and attention to my comfort.
“In a minute,” I told her, a smile in my voice, stroking her long hair, her back, touching my treasured slave-slut gently and with tender affection. “Stay here. Just lie here with me for now, my love.”
After almost twenty minutes of cuddling on the floor, I started to feel the discomfort of the hard floor.
“I’ve got to get up off this floor or I won’t be able to!”
“Yes Master,” she said. I rose and then helped her to her feet and I settled back on the recliner.
“Master, may I please draw you a bath? I so loved the times we spent together in the bath in Singapore, remember?”
I did remember those times – and fondly. She took very good care of me there in the tub and the idea of recreating those wonderful times appealed to me as well.
“That would be fine. Off you go then!” I said. Lawan smiled broadly and scampered off to the bathroom. Shortly she returned to my side.
“Master, your bath is ready,” she said, smiling. I rose and walked into the bathroom with her following behind me just as I had showed her. I turned as I entered the bathroom and she came up to me, began unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. She looked into her my eyes and searched them. Once my arms were free and the shirt had fallen to the floor behind me, I took a hand and grabbing her hair, drew her to my waiting mouth. Our lips touched and our tongues met, dancing as the two embraced passionately.
I stepped into the bath and before sitting down I offered a hand to Lawan who, smiling shyly, took it and stepped in herself. She took a seat and I sat myself, facing her with legs intertwined. I looked at the lovely girl sharing my bath and she was just as stunning as the first bath I took with her.
Lawan gently pushed me back and I reclined in the tub. She poured water over my strong chest with the small bucket she had brought into the bathroom and then lathered me up. Once again she paid particular attention to my stiffening cock. Then she rinsed me off making sure she removed all the soap. Then it was my turn for a little fun.
“Ok, now it’s my turn!” I said, twirling my finger to indicate to her to turn around. She stood up, turned around and sat back down with her back facing me this time. I poured a bucket full of water over her and began soaping her up as she had done to me. As I began lathering her up, she started moaning softly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
“Mmm… Masterrr,” she cooed as my hands began to work magic on her. She scooted back, closer to me as my hands worked up and down her back to the sides, and slowly around her. my hands began to massage her tits and she laid her head back on my shoulder relishing the sensations of my touch. Her nipples hardened once again and I enjoyed teasing them, flicking them and pinching them. Lawan laid back slightly and my hands roamed over her breasts, down her taunt, flat, quivering belly and got closer to her sex. She began panting softly, knowing where I was headed and not wanting me to stop. She felt my cock growing stiff and she reached back to squeeze the hardness poking at her eagerly.
“Master?” she asked. The question needed no answer as I grabbed her about the waist and pulled her back onto me. She gasped as I entered her pussy from behind and my hand moved directly down to capture her clit between my fingers. Lawan reached up and grabbed her tits roughly and she rocked back and forth slowly on the cock inside her. My fingers churned inside her labia and teased her swollen clit. She spread her legs and moaned as I fingered her. She tossed her head back and forth, she was in her Master’s arms, impaled on her Master’s cock, and being brought to yet another orgasm by her Master’s touch. Lawan couldn’t have been happier.
“OHHHMASTERRR!! Oh Please! Please may I cum?” she begged.
I leaned forward and whispered. “Cum.”
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A week later, Lawan and I, her Master, were in Las Vegas at a little chapel standing in front of the minister there. Since neither of us had any family close by that could attend a wedding, we figured that Vegas would provide both the wedding and the honeymoon in one convenient package. We stood there, arm in arm, a proud Master and his obedient, loving slave (although no one but them knew about that part!). Forty five minutes later, I had become her husband and she could call herself an American bride.
“Now just because we are married, Lawan, don’t expect this to change your status with me. You are still my slave and my slut, understand?” I said, as we got in the car to return to their hotel room.
“Master, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am, and will always be your slave and your slut. Obedient to your every desire. That is all I ever wanted.”
