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My thai Part 8 [M/f]

I felt angry. I felt rage. Endless waves passed over me as she sat, head bowed and silent. For the first time in my life, I wanted vengeance. But for now, I just looked speechlessly at the bruised, abused and broken woman huddled on my couch wearing my fleece. One thing for sure, I felt protective of her.

Shaking off my short dive into mental hell, I needed to do something, albeit small to show her a little kindness. If Maisy had left any articles of clothing behind, I’d have given them to her, but she had erased any evidence of our cohabitation when she snuck out. Being at a loss temporarily, it seemed reasonable at this point to fix the immediate problem at hand.

“I’ll just run down to the store and pick you up a few things to wear.” I said looking at her. Read more »

My thai Part 7 [MM/f] [CNC]

My thai Part 7

She continued, “The move to the USA went smoothly. Mistress Lucy was designated by my husband as a Research Assistant and given an important role in the new company. I was merely his wife.

We moved into a large home with a basement which became my prison when my daily duties were complete. My life became similar to how it was in Thailand with a few changes. Everything in the USA is far apart. I had to learn to operate and become licensed to drive a car to run errands. I lived in constant fear of everything and tried to become as invisible as possible.

My husband began to throw lavish parties to attract and reward investors. I was tasked with working with caterers and wait staff as the job was too big for one person to handle. This meant I had the opportunity to dress a bit more modestly and was able to wash more often which made me a bit happier. I felt like I had a purpose. Read more »

My thai Part 6 [MM/f] [CNC]

My thai Part 6

Head bowed, she stretched out her arms draped in the throw, spread her knees wide and showing a bit more emotion than before, she said, “As you can clearly see, they accomplished their goal of making my body that of a whore.”

Wide open before my eyes was a bruised, welted, scarred and yet, beautiful woman. Puffy, red cigarette burn marks showed on the underside of her breasts, arms and between her thighs. A flash of deep anger coursed through me, but I tamped it down to avoid scaring her.

“They may have modified your body, but they didn’t modify your mind. You escaped.” I said gently.

“Yes. I escaped to save my life, but I am broken beyond repair. The time I spent in captivity was horrifying, but I came to relish, even enjoy certain aspects of my new life. There is no going back,” she said quietly.

“Well, you get to decide what you want to do from now on.” I stated with some resolve, unsure of my role in her future, but determined to be her friend and to help her. Read more »

My thai Part 5 [M/f] [CNC]

My thai Part 5

Lucy continued. “You now are a possession belonging to your husband. Your new life is to serve us in whatever way we desire. If you try to divorce him, you will be a penniless and worthless woman. If you run away, the same fate awaits you. By serving us, you retain a purpose and a use, without us, you don’t. Do you understand?

Stunned at the speed of my fall from grace and seemingly without any options, I meekly replied “Yes.” A swift, hard slap to my cheek accompanied by a shriek of “That’s Yes, Mistress, pig! You will address me that way when you speak to me. And you will refer to your husband as Sir!”

“Yes, Mistress.” I said, my cheek stinging and tasting blood on my lip.

“Good. Now, a few changes. I’m going shopping today for you pig. You hardly deserve my time and effort and will repay me for it soon. Although you will remain naked in the house, you need clothing to run errands for us. Your uniform will be of my choosing and will include tight tops, short skirts and high heels. You will wear the heels nonstop, even while in bed as Sir has decreed this.” Read more »

My thai Part 4 [M/f] [CNC]

My thai Part 4 [M/f] [CNC]

A tear rolled down her cheek and I sprung into action.

“I’ll get us some water.” I said.

She got this horrified look on her face and said “Sir, please allow me to serve you. It is my place and my duty.” Although she said it softly, there was no question behind the words. She shrugged off the throw and padded into the kitchen, returning with two large glasses. She knelt and offered one to me with her head bowed. I took the glass and said “Drink.” We both did and then I put the throw around her again and said “Please continue.” Read more »

My thai Part 3 [M/f] [CNC]

My thai Part 3

She seemed to steel herself and said, “I am from Thailand and of Lisu ethnicity. I grew up in a small, poor village of mostly farmers. I attended school and did very well and was accepted to attend our provincial university. I worked hard and excelled at my studies. As I progressed, I started working with a young professor who became my mentor. He was very nice to me and eventually we became lovers. He was my first lover, very kind and attentive, I felt like I was living in a dream. In our culture, men are Kings and women are to comply and make their King proud of them. A girl like me from a poor village does not get this lucky very often.

I graduated with honors and took a job working in a university owned laboratory. My dream life continued when my lover asked my father for permission to marry me. We married and quickly tried to start a family. The dream began to slip away as I seemed unable to become pregnant. He became angry as if that was somehow my fault. He took to beating me from time to time after coming home drunk. All this was hidden of course, he made sure to avoid hitting my face or other easily visible body parts. Sex became a marathon of him using me as his frustration grew. Read more »

My thai Part 2 [M/f] [CNC]

Part 2. Feedback of any kind appreciated.

The sound of the tub filling drifted down the hallway, a hopeful sound, given the air quality that surrounded her. The football game forgotten, I sat and contemplated how strange my Saturday had become. 7 hours ago, I was a recently single bachelor. Maisy and I had drifted further and further apart over the last year, her job taking more and more of her attention and mine doing much the same. She had gotten a place of her own and moved out while I was out of town, according to her texts, too afraid to confront me face to face. Her final treachery stung, but deep down, I knew she had taken the right step and one that I never would have taken myself. Because I’m a nice guy. Most of the time.

The tub gurgling as it drained shook me from my reverie, and piqued my interest of what was to come. This certainly was a strange situation.

I heard the bathroom door open and she padded into the room to where I was sitting. Completely naked. She sank to her knees in front of me and said “Thank you for allowing me to wash Sir, how may I be of service?” She said softly. Read more »