From Jenny to Mei Ch. 16

Karla wished she could just lift Mei Chun and carry her like a man. A moment ago she felt so powerful with a flog in her hand but with Mei's knees wobbling she felt useless. Feeling confused and concerned she led Mei slowly down the hall and into the bedroom, supporting her with an arm around her waist.

'What did I do to this girl? What came over me?' She felt sick inside. She'd never considered anything like what she had done, never even contemplated giving someone more than mild love taps, convinced anything stronger was sick and against her nature. However, Mei's obvious enjoyment of it, nay her need for it, kept her delivering strong blows that each seemed to elicit a brighter flash of ecstasy than the one before it. 'And the power!' she thought, 'I never knew sex could be like that!'

She had played Mei as one would an instrument. With the tools arrayed on the bench she had concussed her body and pulled from her wonderfully expressive mouth the exquisite sounds of a woman in ecstasy. She remembered the way her fingers would extend and her wrist twist in agony as the crop bit her flesh, then fall limp in the cuffs as the pain turned to pleasure and a sigh escaped her lips.

She recalled how she shivered when she saw Mei come. How the thrill of Mei's crazy orgasms sent a flush of excitement coursing through her.

It had been sex as the rough manipulation of another human's body rather than the lovely, soft, motion filled embrace that it had always been before. This time the coercion and the punishment put it in a different category of experience.

'Hmm, was it punishment?' she wondered. No, she had not punished Mei. She had felt as though she were scratching an itch within the pretty Asian girl that she could not get to herself.

It had been sex in all caps. Sex so raw and different that it hardly seemed related to what they had done in the gym's salon. And yet one more thing surprised her; it was oddly empowering in a creepy kinda way. As though she were a keeper feeding a hungry, dangerous animal, taunting it with the raw meat it wanted.

As she pulled the blanket and sheets aside to help her in, she thought, 'Then what explained the thrill?' Why had she, Karla, gotten so turned on by hearing Mei whimper and moan. It aroused her so that the tingle up her spine and in her scalp had felt as if her hair were curling. 'Maybe it was that Mei was just so goddamned into it,' she figured, 'or that it was new and dirty and kinky?'

"What can I do for you, Mei?" she said as she lay her back into a pile of pillows.

"Get me some juice, sweetie. I need to just relax for a minute before we go into everything. And you still can't call me Mei, ok?"

As she left she called for her to bring her phone. "It's charging next to the coffee machine," she yelled. She slumped down in the bed. "And get some Advil from the bathroom cabinet and the aloe."

She felt like shit and yet was still high from it all. Every inch of her ached, especially her ass which felt like it had been reamed by a boring machine for the last hour. She should have listened to Philip on that one but she wanted Karla to have the whole tableau, to understand what she was in for.

Yet the aches in her ass and arms also gave her a sense of accomplishment and she had insisted on the plan.

On her skin was a different kind of pain altogether. It was tender, hot and angry where Karla had whipped her. Philip always cooled her with aloe and sweet words and Mei was wondering if Karla would do the same.

'I really didn't think she was up to it,' she thought, wringing the fingers of one hand over the wrist of another. She figured it was a coin toss as to whether Karla would stay and thrash her or just turn around and leave her stranded.

"Hurry up with the phone," she called and Karla scrambled to get everything. She had to call Philip before he barged in. If he didn't hear from her he'd assume she walked out and left her. But standing for a hour like that, alone in that room was a risk she was willing to take. And it worked; Karla had surpassed her hopes.

She came into the room laden with the tall glass of apple juice, painkillers and the aloe. She put it all on the night stand and handed her the phone. Mei dialed Philip and looked at Karla with something between love and hunger.

"I'm ok," she said. "Yes. Yes, she was wonderful. So brave," she looked at Karla when she said it, giving her a wink. "Yes, I'm sure." She curled her hair behind her ear, looked at Karla and said, "Yes, she loves me," and put an arm around Karla's neck and smiled very broadly, "Yes! Oh you're the greatest, Philip. Yes, I'll call you in ten minutes or so, or you call me when you get to your room. Ok. Love you too, master!" Karla saw her smile brighten and Mei winked at her. "Yeah, but you're in your car and my ass really hurts so can I take a rain check? Ok. Bye."

Karla saw how she love him just by the glee with which she spoke on the phone and the tone in her voice as she said bye. However, there wasn't a trace of jealousy for Philip left within her. In fact, she felt a sympathetic tenderness for him as though it were a contagion that Mei Chun was passing to her.

Mei touched the red button and let the phone go. She reached out her arms and embraced Karla and pulled her forward for a long wet kiss that raised the hair on Karla's neck and stiffened her nipples.

"Oh, I love you, Karla. I really do," she said as she released her. "Hand me that juice." She downed it it two gulps. "God I love this apple juice he buys. It's, like, organic Honey Crisp apples and it's, like, ten dollars a gallon but god it's sweet and like nectar. Try some when you get me another glass."

"So what?" She said anxiously, anticipation bubbling over. "What'd he say?"

"I told him you passed and he said fine. You can stay."

"What do you mean? Was he watching?"

"No, I thought you knew that when I shook my head. God my jaw hurts. Get me another... oh, just bring in the jug. I've got to take an Advil."

Karla scampered back out to the kitchen and returned with the jug. She pored the light amber juice and Mei took two pills and downed the glass. "Have some, it's the best."

"Mei, tell me."

"Listen, Karla. Don't call me that unless something very intimate of yours is wiggling around someplace special, ok?"

She felt a bit hurt by the rebuke but it had been clearly explained to her several times and she'd try harder to remember. "Sorry, honey, I just thought that since he..."

"Don't think that way, Karla. He really is, and I'm not kidding, he's my... he's the guy I give my obedience to and it's his right and, sorry, honey, it's not yours." She patted her hand, "Don't worry, it'll be clear soon."

Karla was confused but still too overwhelmed by the last hour to raise objections.

"So," Mei continued, "he wasn't here. He was waiting in his car down the block to see if you ran out and left me tied up or something. And there was no camera."

"But, he? Why did he leave? I mean if this were his test..."

Mei interrupted. "It wasn't his test. It was mine. All this was my idea."

"What!?"

"Yeah. I had to know if you loved me like you said and I had to know if you could accept what we do. And help with my..." for the first time Mei looked a bit tentative, "my thing."

Karla was flabbergasted.

"I've found such freedom in being obedient to him. Understand?"

"No."

"I. Hmmm. I was such a bitch Karla, when my name was Jenny. I hated everyone and used everyone. I fucked guys for their favors and for their gifts and for the orgasms I could squeeze out of them. And when they fell in love with me, god only knows why they did but they always did, I left them. I had no self-worth since my father left me as a child and I've been making men pay for it ever since."

She held the glass for more and Karla filled it. She drank and handed her the glass, "Have some." Karla took it and put it on the night stand. Mei's tone and demeanor changed instantly, "I said have some." It was an order and Karla looked at her a little oddly and took a sip.

"Philip did tell you that you were to do everything I say, didn't he?"

"Uh... yes but I didn't think..." she drank more, "wow, it is good."

"Karla, from personal experience let me tell you. It's best not to think. Just get into the state of mind that's ready to receive orders without thinking getting in the way. It'll just trip you up and you'll make mistakes.

"Anyway, so Philip turned my life into a living hell. Taking over my computer and making up these emails to all my friends and my mother with photos of me with a cucumber up my..." she pointed to her crotch, "and all, threatening to send them out. I was a complete wreck when we met. I told you he'd been to the clinic and tried to woo me but he didn't take no for an answer so that's when the blackmail started. I'll skip over the park and getting fucked by his friends and all that but I spent the weekend here and he just broke me down and made me admit that I finally wanted to feel love. And," she squeezed Karla's hand, "he told me he loved me and I just melted. I broke down crying and slapping him and I was just broken inside. Isn't it romantic? Then he beat the shit out of my behind and stuffed his fingers in my ass and I've been in love with him ever since."

That had to be the single most fucked up thing Karla had ever heard, but she didn't say it. "That's nice. When was that?"

"Last weekend."

Karla had, unwisely taken another sip and spit it out all over Mei's face and chest. She coughed and gasped and coughed some more and Mei, wiping herself with the sheet, inquired after her well being.

"Jesus, Mei... Chun, last week!?"

"Yeah. Sweet huh?"

"But..."

"Now life is so good. I'm kind and I like people and he's given me so much. He's given me my heart back, Karla. My life is happy like it should be. Now you see why my obedience is such a small thing to honor him with."

Karla regained her composure, ran to the bathroom and brought back a moist wash cloth and wiped Mei down.

"You're a wonderful person Mei Chun and I can't believe you were a bitch two weeks ago."

"Ask my coworkers. They won't hesitate to confirm it."

"So what now, honey? What about us?"

"That's easy. What do you want?"

"I want you."

"Super. You have me. Whatcha gonna do with me, Karla?"

"I want you."

"Yeah." She frowned, "Don't make me ask again."

"I want to be around you. I want to sleep with you. I want to go shopping and to romantic restaurants. Can I have those things while you're with Philip?"

"Sure, that's what tonight was all about."

"But how?"

"Well, first you have to get it in your head who the boss is. If you want me you have to accept that in all circumstances his needs come first. If you need the salt at my elbow but he needs the soy sauce in the pantry, I get up and get the soy sauce." She somehow looked uncompromising and loving simultaneously. "If you can accept that then we are good."

"Is that what he said?"

"No, that's the way I want it."

"Ok. I can live with that."

"That's just the start. You're also to obey and respect him. We can't have it, like, I'm waiting on him and your reading Vogue on the couch with your feet on the table. I'm his servant, but you are too." She raised her palm. "Don't interrupt, please. You can't gossip with me about him or complain or roll your eyes at him. It'll just make me angry at you and I'll never conspire to denigrate him in the slightest."

She moved the pillows from behind her and turned over. "Please rub that aloe on my back."

"Sure," she said, then gasped when she saw the red marks puffy with blood. "Jesus, Mei Chun! Is this what I did to you?"

"Yeah, some are Philip's but you hit harder than he does. They probably look worse than they are."

Karla felt sick to her stomach, horrified at what she had done. "Why do you like this Mei? Mei Chun?"

It was obvious Mei had needed something more from tonight than their, what now seemed innocent, gym encounters. Apparently she wanted to show her something, reveal more of herself. Thinking of it that way touched Karla with the vulnerability she was displaying and the awesome trust she had given her.

Yet her mind came back to the central question, 'What was she trying to tell me? Why does she need this? Was she into the feeling of being owned, of being used?'

She didn't know if that was right, or, if she were, why Mei needed this feeling. Did she really think she was so bad that she needed to surrender to pain to make herself feel worthy? It seemed pretty fucked up to feel that way about oneself but it gave Karla some sympathy for her she hadn't felt before.

'My poor Mei,' she thought, but not 'my poor, sick, twisted slut.' She began to understand, or rather, to begin to inquire seriously, about her lover. But it was difficult. Karla had never encountered this kind of thing before.

Then it occurred to her that Philip knew she would have this insight. That this demonstration was orchestrated to reveal Mei's particular needs and was the fastest way for her to come to know her at a new level, and she was grateful. What they had done seemed, in retrospect, oddly therapeutic and she wasn't sure if it were Mei getting the therapy or herself.

"It was a gift to you honey. You needed to see. You needed for me to sacrifice for you. You won't have to do it again unless you want to."

"But I didn't want to."

"How wet did you get throttling me?"

"But it was only because you enjoyed it."

"And why did I enjoy it. Think before you call me sick, twisted slut again."

She thought while she gently, as tenderly as she could, spread the cool jell over her skin. She didn't want to test her theory out just yet, the idea that Mei needed to be abused as a penance for crimes real or imagined. So she held off. Instead she said, "It felt like I was scratching an itch. Like, I dunno, like..."

"That's good, Karla. I never thought of it that way but it's really true."

"It makes you stronger. I think I saw that in your eyes."

"Yep. Each time you whip me I grow. I don't know how to explain it but I become more powerful, more in control of myself. It's like my unfuckingbelievable orgasms are my bodies reward for enduring the pain."

"I hated starting, but in the end I wanted to keep doing it and I'm so goddamn confused. I feel so dirty, like a pervert."

"Don't try to make sense of it all at once. It won't work, you'll just start crying like I did. Trust me, Karla."

She took her advice, knowing she didn't have enough info for a deeper understanding and not wanting to pry. She had already asked, and more, 'What's wrong with you?' questions would be counter productive.

"So tell me what I have to do."

"You'll have to do everything. But don't worry. You'll love all of it and I'll be here with you."

"But what is everything? Do I have to dress in leather and call you slut and whip you? Do I wear a collar all the time and clean the toilet with my tongue?"

Mei laughed and it hurt her sides where Karla had flogged her with one particularly savage strike on her right side. "No. Probably not. That's not what he's about and you might not need any disciplining at all. Philip will know what you need and you're not a bitch like I was. Your treatment, if you need one, might be totally different than mine.

"You'll join me in making him happy and so far it's been all about letting him spoil me. The extent of my servitude so far has been vacuuming half of this floor and making half a go at an omelet."

"I make a mean omelet."

"Good. He might let you make one. Karla, I want it to be about him but so far it's been about me. Tonight is a perfect example. He should be here with his cock down my throat but instead of being in his own bed doing his girlfriend, he's left it for us and staying in a hotel, so far that's been the kind of master he's been."

"It doesn't sound bad."

"And think of those pearls and the clothes."

"Yeah."

"And he's let me take you as a lover. You see why I love him so much? Can you imagine another guy like that?"

Karla could not.

"So... next question please and do my ass now."

She applied more aloe. Mei winced and bit her lip at the cold torture of her battered behind. "So, obviously, I have to have sex with him."

"Why do you say it like that? It's going to piss me off if that's your attitude. I don't mean to get snippy, Karla, but let me tell you about sex with Philip." She rolled over to look her in the eye. "I tried to count the other day, you know, the guys I've done... molested is a better word for it... and how many times. There have been at least twenty in the last nine years. I could have had a hundred but variety isn't that important to me but a regular steady fuck is something I need. If I go three days without a cock I get real bitchy. So these twenty something guys were kept busy and I calculated, with the extremely conservative value of three times a week, which, in reality was like three times a day when I could get away with it, I got laid thirteen hundred times and not once, not a single time was it comparable to Philip. Last night I passed out and traveled to a new goddamn dimension. The first time on that table he made me come for forty minutes straight. He fucked me out of my mind and that's no joke. Did you see how many times you made me come tonight? I couldn't do that if it weren't for him. Frankly, I hope he never fucks you. I'd like that part of him all to myself. So if his cock isn't good enough for you, my sweet Karla, you leave it to me." She turned back over and, in a huff, said. "Back to rubbing my ass... please."

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure he's great but I still have Tim to think about."

"Leave it to Philip."

"What can Philip do about Tim?"

"What did he do about Kenisha?"

"Yeah, but that's different. It's a different problem."

"Look, I don't mean to minimize the problem. I know you care about Tim but he'll find a solution. If you mean to stay with him then you and Philip will find a solution. Maybe Philip won't have sex with you. I don't know."

"That might work."

"So Tim won't have a problem with you sleeping in another man's bed with him so long as you're just licking his girlfriend's pussy three nights a week and not actually getting fucked by the guy?"

"No, that won't work."

"I appreciate that you love Tim but were getting ahead of ourselves. It's not like you have to decide right now. You're not going to move in right away anyway. Do my feet now, Karla honey."

"Do you realize how you are talking to me Mei Chun? Like I'm... I don't know." She sounded put out.

"There is always an order, Karla. Always in any society, no matter how small. Here Philip is the boss and I am his woman and first in line to care for him. You'll please him too but when it's time for him to come, he comes in my mouth, unless of course he asks for yours."

"Yeah. I'm fine with that," she said, thinking how screwed up it was to say something like that.

"And in our relationship, yours and mine, I want it to be close, close as sisters. But I'm the oldest sister here, no matter how many women are around. In other words I'm the queen bitch."

"So I'm your servant as well as his?"

"What did you say twenty five minutes ago?"

"That I wanted to be your slave," she remembered with a tinge of regret.

"Right and I'm going to hold you to that." Mei brushed her fingers through her hair. "But it will be sweet servitude. Nothing you don't want to do anyway."

"Like what?"

"Like not asking questions. Like licking my pussy when I'm watching TV, I liked the sound of that, or filing Philip's nails, or tying me up and holding me down and pressing that wand against my pussy till I scream. That kind of thing."