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Chinese accent in a husky voice she thought might sound exotic and menacing. “Why you come here?”
    “Please don’t…don’t…” He remained still as a frightened deer. Even through her gloves she could feel his rapid pulse. “I’ll do…anything.”
    “You strip.”
    An approving sigh like a soft orgasm issued from his body. She released his hand and he obediently pulled the shirt over his broad chest. The coat of golden hair made her sigh; she loved hairy men. She fought back into character. “Pants too!”
    His Adam’s apple jumped as if he were swallowing a rabbit. Ying slapped his butt softly but made a surprisingly loud snap. She opened her mouth to apologize but he filled the void first. “Yes ma’am!”
    She looked down his body, but her eyes moved back up to his face in embarrassment. She traced his bicep delicately. He seemed to melt. She pulled the mask from his face. His long curly blonde hair spilled like a waterfall. She laced her fingers in his curls playfully. They were even softer than hers and smelled sweet. She stroked for a time, wondering if he might call it off. She recalled that feeling from the playground.
    She squeezed a fistful of the downy gold, and then yanked. “Ow, fuck!” It burned from his throat. She was stunned at the rage in his eyes, how huge his muscles flexed and how big his clenched fists were. Ying’s heart beat double time and she released his hair. She held up her hands apologetically.
    He held up his hand and mouthed “it’s okay.” He went limp, his mouth gaped as if to submit. She slowly opened her mouth over his and pushed her tongue in. Jeremy moaned so deeply that his voice resonated in her belly. It was approval, it was submission. Moisture spread down Ying’s thigh.
    She pulled his tiny underwear down to expose his butt. “Hands.”
    “Please, ma’am, allow me to make it up to you.”
    It became easier. “You will make up to me! Hands!” He crossed them in the small of his back. Her small fingers struggled to circle his thick wrists. She swatted his ass almost delicately with the other hand. He arched his butt, eager for more.
    She snapped a bit harder and his mouth gaped. She suddenly popped him hard and he mouthed “oh yes.” She teased and rubbed gently, and then snapped him hard when he seemed to relax, like he’d done to Red. She released his hands and stroked his hardness. “Why leave these on?”
    “Sorry, mistress!” He pushed the underwear down and stepped out, and then raised his hands over his head like a prisoner of war.
    She tugged him close by the base of his burgundy-red cock. “Name?”
    “Gerry.” It was eerily close to Jeremy.
     “You learn lesson?”
    “Yes, mistress.”
    It’s okay, no harm done . These reflex words looped in her head. She forced out the word, “Liar.” His eyes closed like an orgasm was mounting. Adrenaline coated Ying’s mouth. She swallowed hard. “I tie you to bed.”
    He turned his head toward her. For a moment she wondered if he would. He whispered, “Oh God yes, ma’am.”
    Ying tied Gerry spread-eagled with twine from the kitchen. His cock issued from his crotch like a 1960’s rocket ship on the launch pad. She wanted to do everything, but she hadn’t advanced much beyond Barbie versus Joe days. She froze.
    “I could, pleasure you, ma’am…with my mouth.”
    The offer released the vapor lock. She grabbed his cock again. “No. I take what I want. You not let go.”
    “Yes ma’am.”
    Ying peeled down her white leather pants and straddled him. As she pumped him hard, his head rolled like an encroaching orgasm. She slapped his face. But hitting his face was much different than his butt, and she wondered if it might affect him like tugging his hair. She covered her mouth. “Oh, Gerry I’m so – “ Her accent was gone.
    He grinned, and then looked scared.
    She resumed slowly and read his face and body. Each time he grew toward orgasm, she stopped. Occasionally, she slapped his face