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ASIAN DREAMS

Do Your worst, count Ralph said.
You can’t handle My worst, escort Dominatrix Misumi Hukinata smiled. She was Japanese and blessed with a body of a Goddess. The count was one of Her regular clients. He was rich as Croesus and submissive to the bone. Which was, She thought, a match made in Heaven. What a catch!
Do Your worst, he repeated, because he was a man of very few words.
So She put him in shackles, took him to the centuries-old dungeons beneath the castle (his castle) and locked him up in one of the cells.
He has been Her prisoner now for twelve years, eight months, three weeks and six days. He receives one hour per day of yard time and is allowed to go out once every six months and do whatever he wants to do. Visit friends, family, travel outside the district, whatever. He could run away if he wanted to. But he never does. He always returns to Her, always returns so his dark and damp cell and his life in slavery. Because what is wealth compared to Her beauty? What is freedom compared to Her delicious hunger for power? And, frankly, he doesn’t have much choice. Not anymore. Because She seized his bank accounts and is now Countess of the Castle. Literally, because he signed the transfer papers.
Does he live a meagre existence? Yes, he does. Does he live in a world of hurt, humiliation and suffering? Very much so, yes. But you know what? He’s living the life he has been dreaming of.
And that’s more, much more, than most of us can say.

VON DICK BIS SCRÖTUM

Countess von Dick bis Scrötum was without doubt the most dominant person he had ever met. Her piercing eyes, the predatory tone in Her voice, the directness of Her questions; it was all very intimidating. And extremely sexy! So when She offered him a job, he gladly took it. In return She took his wallet, passport, cellphone, creditcards and all his passwords and stuff. She even took his clothes and gave him a striped prison uniform instead. He was forced to sleep in a damp, filthy underground cellar of Her enormous estate. She had a household of 122 slaves and his first few months were a hellish nightmare of pain and suffering. Because She believed in strict discipline and total submission to Her will. She was the Countess of Countless Punishments and was, oddly enough, not familiar with the word mercy. Serving and working for Her was a 24/7 occupation, because She didn’t believe in weekends for slaves. Let alone holidays. The very idea itself was absurd. But you know what? In spite of everything, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He was perhaps a victim of Her beauty and a prisoner of Her power, but She gave his life a sense of purpose and direction. This was what he was born to do.