It was now Monday, December 1st and Daisuke had returned to Japan the previous day. John called me just after I had seen Daisuke off at the airport and invited me out for a nice dinner that night at the Ritz-Carlton and then we went upstairs to a suite he rented, where we had sex. I didn't get home until nearly 2 a.m. During dinner, John expressed admiration for me being "a real trooper" for taking care of Daisuke for so long. But then he asked if I had fallen in love with the kid and I had to admit I did, though not in the way I would with another adult. It more like a mother's love with benefits, if that makes any sense. John then handed over an envelope with $25,000 in it. I asked him why, since I had already been paid by Mr. Shimadayama for what I did with his son. John responded that the way I handled things made his company look really good in the eyes of Mr. Shimadayama's company and so they extended their contracts with John's firm for another five years. The money actually didn't mean that much to me because I didn't need it, though. This was another case, for me, of doing God's work.

It was a rather dismal day, cold and rainy. On days like that, the  inclination, at least for me, is wanting to just cuddle with somebody in bed and watch tv. I went online in a sex chat room and said that I was mainly looking more for a romantic thing but would definitely be open for the possibility of sex happening later on if I got into the mood. An hour and a half later, a a guy named Kevin knocked at my door. He was middle aged and was in good shape with average looks. I gave him a hug and took him up to my bedroom and we got into bed while watching ESPN. He put his arm around me and I turned on my side and snuggled up to him. He stroked my hair and head while we talked. He was a really genial sort with kind of a corny sense of humor and the time passed very pleasantly. Around lunchtime, I got up and went to the kitchen and doled some ice cream into a bowl and brought it back to my bed. I fed it to him a teaspoonful at a time and then kissed him before I snuggled up to him again.

He pulled my head closer to his and we shared soft kisses for the next half hour or so while I caressed his face with my righthand. I had to give him credit for not mauling me even though he was in my bed. I switched the tv off and climbed on top of him and wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me tightly and I have to say I was feeling very comfortable and was enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. We traded more kisses and then he rolled me over on my back and the kissing gradually became rather heated. He slid his righthand up my shirt and loosened my bra, lightly manipulating my soft but firm breasts. I was becoming wet but because he was taking his time, the tension was building very slowly, which made it all the more delicious to me. He eventually pulled my shirt and bra off of me and I felt his tongue and fingers on my stiff nipples. "Oh yes," I sighed. I could feel his hard cock through his pants and my pussy was sopping. I whispered into his ear that I wanted him to fuck me right then. He rolled out of bed to strip while I pulled my legs up to rid myself of my pants and panties.

Then I noticed his dick. It was huge! He was hung like the proverbial horse, checking in at in excess of eight inches and it was quite thick. Of course I remarked about it to him and he smiled devilishly. I looked forward to a righteous rutting. He  had me get on all fours and then I sensed his bulky cockhead at my opening and then my vaginal walls being forced apart. Oh God, it just felt indescribable to have that thick, long schvanz of his clearing room in my cunt. He stuffed me but good and then began to thrust it in and out, my vaginal walls compressing his enlarged manhood deep inside me. The friction was exquisite and the jolts of pleasure I received everytime he transgressed my hole were spectacular. He slapped me hard on my ass, making me jump and yelp and that was piggybacked by two more hard slaps, my ass now feeling hot and stinging a bit. I felt my hair being grabbed, pulling my head up while he continued to hammer his spike into me. "Oh God Kevin...." I whimpered while he reamed my pussy, making me pant and gasp, my love furnace feeling like it was at four alarm stage. He slapped my ass five more times and my entire genital region was generating one sensation or another, either tingling, heat, soreness, mounting pleasure, oh fuck the sensations were glorious! "Oh God Kevin, fuck me, fuck me harder!" I begged and he sped up the flexion of his hips to drill me with more conviction. I could feel myself losing control, my vaginal muscles throbbing as they milked Kevin's fat, long cock, before I felt like was being jabbed by razor sharp needles in every part of me, that sensation then blooming into a technicolor orgasm that provoked me to pant and scream loudly. "Of fuck, oh fuck!" as he shivved my receptive twat with his beefy, rigid fuck stick.

That orgasm subsided, but I could still feel Kevin giving every inch to me. 'you like my dick bitch?" he growled. "Oh God yes, don't stop!" I mewled. "Are you going to let me fuck you whenever I want you?" he queried menacingly. "Oh yes baby, God, your cock...." I sighed as more jolts jerked my body, followed by serial panting. "Tell me you're my slut bitch!" he commanded. "I'm your slut!" I blurted, my mind focused on just wanting him to keep porking me. He spanked me hard five more times, my ass now feeling like someone had committed arson on it, and forcing my panting to a crescendo. He used more strength to keep a hold of my hips and get more leverage so that he could viciously pound his prick into me. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I almost wept, the sensations so strong and becoming more all consuming with each passing second. It now hurt a little when his pubic bone made contact with my butt but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel that thick prong penetrating me. My entire body felt really warm and then something just pushed me over the edge and I was cumming for the second time in a choked, gaspy voice. "God, you're such a little slut," he evaluated as he used my hole for his pleasure. "You're living for this dick now, aren't you bitch?" he interrogated. "Oh yesssssssss," I hissed while I heard his breathing becoming more irrhythmic. I subconsciously bucked my pussy back on his cock while I was being shaken by one orgasm after another, my soft body quaking, my breasts jiggling and swinging. He suddenly let out a feral grunt and then he shot his cum into me and against my cervix. We both fell to the bed as I felt his sperm pooling inside me and then dripping out and smearing my labia and taint.

I snuggled up against him and he pulled me close to him as we attempted to get our breaths back. My body felt like it was vibrating with an all encompassing happiness. I had never felt anything like that as a male. As time was going by, I was becoming more and more female in my emotions, though I never let myself fall into the tendency to overthink everything as the rest of the girls in this world did.

He decided to leave shortly after that, but offered to take me to dinner the next night, a proposition I enthusiastically consented to. That following night, he picked me up at seven and we went to a very nice Italian restaurant in Anaheim. After we finished eating, he asked me if I would like to spend the night with him and I reacted affirmatively. It was rather a schlep, though, as he lived out in Rancho Santa Margarita. On the way there, he steered the conversation to sex. I smirked since, as a former male, I knew that guys liked to do that. "You really seem to like being called names during sex," he remarked. I admitted that was the case. "What is the nastiest name anyone could call you in bed without you wanting to just end it right there?" he inquired. I thought about it past the usual insults that men vocalized in the bedroom, "Slant," I told him. "Woah, isn't that really racist?" "Yeah. If you said it to most Asian girls they would freak out. But to me, it is just so dirty, so demeaning, that it would actually be hot if somebody called me that while we were doing it," I revealed.

He asked me if I liked being tied up. Of course, I confessed that I did. "So you're a submissive?" he pondered. "Yeah, definitely," I averred. We discussed our BDSM limits and I think he was disappointed when I let him know that I was more or less a bedroom kinkster and not really a lifestyler. "I just don't have the patience or discipline for being a 24/7 slave and monogamy has never been one of my strong suits," I allowed. "That's too bad," he lamented. "You would make a beautiful slave.". "Thank you," I said.

We finally arrived at his place. RSM is pretty much yuppieville, so the homes are well kept and newer than most homes in Orange County, but the commutes to job centers from there are a bitch. His was a nice two story abode, though not grossly large like my house is. He gave me a tour, saving the best, I guess you could all it, for last. He unlocked a door to an upstairs bedroom and turned on the light. The floor didn't have a rug on it, but a mat and there were eye bolts screwed into the ceiling and floor joists. There was also a bondage rack, a bondage bed, a table with an array of whips and floggers on it and then a wooden box where he kept things such as gags, blindfolds, rope, restraints and harnesses.

"Do you want to play?" he requested, smiling. I agreed and he bid that I remove my clothes, which at that juncture was a little black cocktail dress, stockings and heels plus a bra and panty set. I stood before him naked and he pointed me in the direction of the rack, which was in the middle of the room facing toward the window, which had been blocked out. After about 15 minutes of tying knots, he had me suspended from the rack with an o-ring gag in my mouth, which forced my mouth to stay open and left a space for him to insert things in it, my body parallel to the ground. My breasts were also bound in the harness, and he attached nipple clamps to my milk ducts. Boy, did they hurt! At least at first. But as the endorphins poured into my brain, the amount of hurt became tolerable. I felt myself beginning to space out a little due to the combination of being restrained, the sensation of the ropes on my body, the pain from the clamps and the amount of pressure exerted on my body from being suspended. I relaxed and let my body go limp, so when he attempted to tickle my feet, I didn't feel much of anything. He grabbed a paddle and gave me several hard swats with it, causing me to emit several yelps. My butt had been a little sore from the previous day's festivities and the healing process from that was now being interrupted, making my ass begin to throb and sting again. He then got a flogger and whipped the back of my thighs and my ass. That didn't hurt that much on the thighs, but on my ass, which was apparently more sensitive than I thought, I definitely felt it.

He picked up a cane and tapped my calves, ass and feet firmly enough to be felt but not enough to hurt that much. My nipples were feeling the effects of gravity in addition to the clamps and were throbbing rather intensely now. He shed his clothes and moved in front  of me and forced his cock through the gap in the gag and into my throat, holding it there. That blocked my airway and I started to gag after a few seconds. He pulled it out and I inhaled deeply and then his cock went right back into my esophagus, holding it there for about 20 seconds, but it seemed a lot longer. All of this was making me drool out the front of the gag and his cock was littered with my saliva. After lending me a chance to recover somewhat, he grabbed my head and skullfucked me. "That's it you little slant whore, swallow that cock!" he barked, his moans telling me he was enjoying that. When he said, "slant,"  I moaned and began to feel like I was being drugged. I knew I was going into sub space. "Yeah, you're getting off on being used like this, aren't you slut?" he uttered gleefully. I felt really relaxed now while he was feeling his pole being stimulated by my tongue and throat, drool hanging from my chin and the head of his fuck stick. "Fuck yeah you little slant, this is what you were born to do," he exclaimed. He was really ramming it home now and then pulled out and splattered my forehead, nose, eyes and hair with his cum.

I was totally high now and was good with him using me as he saw fit at that point. "Boy, you're REALLY enjoying this," he muttered, as he noticed the drunk expression on my face, which was increasingly stained by his dripping semen. He stuck two fingers in my pussy and then shoved them into the opening of the gag, making me taste my own wetness. "Fuck, my little slant slave is aroused, isn't she?" he asked. I dreamily nodded yes. It sounded, in my mind, though, like he was down the hall, such was the lack of focus I had. He slapped my ass a few times, adding to the sensations.

He tapped me several more times with the cane all over my body, including on my breasts. He pulled on the nipples, making me see stars and causing me to cry out. I felt so comfortable in the ropes that the pressure on my body exerted by the suspension didn't matter much to me anymore. I lingered in sub space and had no idea how much time was passing. After a little while, he untied me and walked me over to the bondage bed, bent me over it and then roughly cleaved my sugar walls with his cock. In my brain, all I remember is the feeling of something REALLY pleasant coming from my backside while he grabbed my hair and pulled it down to force my head up. God, it just felt so good. I didn't want it to stop. If heroin is anything like this I would want it all the time. "My little slant is realizing her destiny, isn't she?" he asserted in the form of a question. I moaned out a "yes" while my brain put me on an acid trip of sensations as he continued to bury his cock into me without end. I then had a shuddering, shivering orgasm that gave me the most peaceful feeling as his cock kept up its assault on my sex. He was biting me on the neck and back now while he rammed the shit out of my pussy. My ass was throbbing and aching so much because of how his body was slamming into mine. I went over the edge again and just couldn't stop cumming, machine gun panting and leaving more streams of drool on the bondage bed while he fucked me. "You're such a cockwhore, look at you. You're a mess!" he sneered. I didn't care what he called me, I just wanted his eight inches inside me as long as he could manage it. All the orgasms were running into each other and my body felt so hot and I was perspiring until he finally unleashed several fusillades of his gooey juice into me.

He put me on my knees and removed the gag, which was a huge relief to my jaw muscles, and made me clean his dick off. He then stood me up and carried me into his bedroom and laid me gently on it and, after wiping what cum still hadn't dried on my face off, he cuddled me, stroking my head. He was very patient, allowing me to take as long as I wanted in my journey through sub space before I finally came out of it. We took a shower together and then went to sleep.