Chapter 5. Madame Michelle

“And these are the Wolford Pure 10, Ultra sheer for that invisible and high luxury look and feel. The softest pantyhose in the world” the slender mature Oriental told me as she held up a pair of tan coloured pantyhose, her smiling face enhancing her natural good looks. “A luxury item. Can you feel the softness?” she watched me with a strange enthusiasm as her hands worked the nylons into a long tight piece resembling a rope and then added it to the others. My arms were now tightly bound behind my back by pantyhose ropes tied in several places around my chest, belly and upper arm as well as binding loops around my arms and neck. Even my lower legs were tied together to prevent me trying to get up and run away.

“I do enjoy playing with you, Jim. I can do anything I want to you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it” she whispered seductively crouching down low in front of me staring closely into my eyes with mischief in her almond-shaped eyes. She stuck out her tongue and ran it slowly down my right cheek, around the jawline then continuing down the side of my neck. Unable to stop her even if I had wanted to, she reduced me to a moaning idiot with a very hard erection which her hands allowed to spring free by unzipping my trousers. It was erotic, it was sexy but I was not comfortable at being restrained by these nylon bonds.

Look just let me go, you can keep your silly secret society of female vigilantes. That’s what I wanted to say except she had also worked quite a thick pair of tights over my head. “Cashmere silk. £145 a pair. Only the best for my favourite toy” she informed me with a chuckle. “There! You look like an upper-class bank robber” she joked while kneeling before me as I sat on the floor all trussed up. “Michelle, please URK!” the crook of her right arm hooked itself firmly around my throat. Instinctively I tried to raise my hands to peel away her arm but of course I could not move them. “Grkkk!” I croaked as the good-looking mature Oriental pulled her arm tighter against my throat and locked it by clasping her left biceps. “This is the favourite domination hold of the Oriental woman” she said close to my ear as she clamped her left hand on the back of my neck and pressed it tighter into her sleeper hold. “ ... k!” Michelle’s slim arms were deceptively strong and she applied the hold expertly closing my wind-pipe instantly.

“When an Oriental woman gets you in a sleeper holder, there’s no escape” She chuckled as as her firm arms squeezed so tight I felt the blood-flow cut from my brain. “There is no point trying to resist a woman brought up in a country steeped in the Martial Arts, as you Western men never remember”. My head was beginning to spin. Having my arms tied made the humiliation so much worse. “For she learns it at an early age and knows how to apply a sleeper hold to keep you on the edge of consciousness skilfully letting you suffer in total humiliation of her natural female dominance” She whispered seductively into my ear underlining it with a long slow lick of my ear that had me trying to buck my hips as I moaned in pleasure. Even through the expensive pair of tights covering my face her tongue was pure sensual dynamite arousing me beyond belief and making my dick stiffen uncontrollably. “An Eastern girl will deny you any escape into senselessness, savouring every moment of your weakness for as long as she likes until she gets bored”