Submitting to the Western Customer

The first time I saw her, she was balancing a tray of dumplings with delicate grace, her petite Asian figure wrapped in a modest summer dress that did nothing to hide the way her body moved beneath it. She was a quiet beauty--soft-spoken, obedient, and completely unaware of how much attention she attracted.

Her short husband, however, was a different story. He was just another nerdy overworked China-man too busy stirring woks and counting cash to realize the kind of woman he had at home.

I had been ordering from their Chinese restaurant for weeks, each time watching her through the pickup window, studying the way she smiled at customers, always polite, always demure. She had that natural submissiveness, a kind of quiet eagerness to please that made men wonder just how far she would go if pushed the right way.

And I was more than willing to push.

Tonight, I had a plan. A little invitation, a little misdirection--enough to get her exactly where I wanted.

I opened the food delivery app and sent a message directly to the owner.

Andrew: Hey man, I was thinking... you and your wife work too much. You ever take her out to have some fun?

A few minutes passed before he responded.

Husband: she doesn't like bars and loud places. She's a quiet one, you know?

That was exactly what I was counting on.

Andrew: Oh, this isn't just any club. It's exclusive. Private. The kind of place where quiet people learn to let go. I know the owner. VIP treatment.

I let that sit for a moment. Give him just enough curiosity to bite.

Husband: Sounds interesting. What kind of club?

I smirked.

Andrew: A place for couples to explore. No pressure. Just fun. I'll take care of everything. You and your wife deserve a break. Let me send a car for you tonight.

I could already see the gears turning in his mind. He'd hesitate--worried, intrigued, not quite sure if he should say yes. But eventually, he would. And by the time he realized he wasn't going where he expected, it would be far too late.

The husband took the bait. He was eager--too eager, in fact. The moment he agreed, I knew he hadn't even consulted his wife. He wanted to impress me, to show he was open-minded. That was all I needed.

Now, I just had to get her alone.

I waited until later that evening before making my next move. A simple message, sent to the restaurant's number. I already knew she was the one managing their orders.

Andrew: Hey, it's Andrew. Your husband told me you're both coming tonight. Change of plans--I've arranged something special just for you.

There was a long pause before a reply finally appeared.

Wife: Oh... Hello. My husband didn't mention anything?

I smirked. Of course, he didn't.

Andrew: He's meeting me there a little later. I'll send a separate car for you. It's better this way--you'll have time to settle in, get comfortable. The wardrobe team at the club already has something hot picked out for you. Just say your name when you arrive, and they'll take care of everything.

The typing bubble appeared, stopped, then reappeared again. She was hesitating.

Wife: I... don't know. What kind of place is this?

Andrew: It's private. Exclusive. A place where women like you learn to let go, just a little. Nothing happens unless you want it to. But trust me, you'll enjoy it.

I let that sit. I knew exactly what was happening on her end--her heart beating a little faster, her fingers hovering over the screen, her thoughts spinning in a dozen different directions.

And then, the message I was waiting for.

Wife: Okay.

Li Na stepped out of the taxi, her heart pounding in her chest. The address Andrew had given her led to a discreet entrance--no signs, no flashing lights, just a heavy black door with a small brass plaque. A man in a tailored suit greeted her with a polite nod, as if he had been expecting her.

"Your name?" he asked smoothly.

She swallowed, suddenly unsure. "L-Li Na."

The man gestured toward a dimly lit hallway. "Right this way. The wardrobe is waiting for you."

Her footsteps were nearly silent as she walked, the hush of the place wrapping around her like a secret. When she stepped inside the changing room, she was met with a series of luxurious black velvet curtains, soft lighting, and a row of outfits neatly arranged on a satin bench.

A woman approached, wearing a masquerade mask covering her face and dressed in a sleek black dress that clung to her body like liquid silk. "This is for you," she said, holding out a delicate Chinese cheongsam dress ensemble of red straps and sheer fabric. "It will fit perfectly."

Li Na hesitated. The outfit was nothing like what she would ever pick for herself--tiny, revealing, designed to highlight every delicate curve of her body. But something about the moment made it impossible to refuse. Slowly, she reached for it.

The woman without hesitation started to undress her and she must have done it hundreds of times because within seconds before she had time to react she was completely nude and and couldn't even see where her old clothes jacket and shoes had ended up. The woman admired her Asian body, long black hair and shy face with a naughty smile. "We don't get that many Asian girls here, you surely will be in the center of attention."

The woman was on her knees now between her legs and taking off her panties. She didn't see where she got the small electric razor from but after some swift movements her bush was completely bald for the first time in her life. She never had sex with her husband and we're just busy enough to have time to masturbate every morning alone. The woman gave her busy a quick kiss and said that it was to get dressed handing her the slutty traditional Chinese dress.

When Li Na slipped it on, she barely recognized herself. The harness-like straps wrapped around her petite frame, hugging her soft skin, emphasizing the gentle curve of her round behind and the elegant line of her small tits and collarbone. The sheer panels revealed just enough to make her feel daring but still covered enough to feel... safe.

She turned toward the mirror, her breath catching in her throat.

This wasn't the quiet, dutiful woman who took orders at the restaurant. This wasn't the wife who spent her nights cleaning tables and counting receipts.

This was someone else entirely. An Oriental slut.

She tilted her head slightly, smoothing her hands over her exposed shoulders, down her sides. The lighting caught the soft golden tones of her skin, the way the fabric hugged her form, accentuating her small but perky chest, the delicate dip of her stomach, the slender curve of her thighs.

For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel invisible.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Whenever you're ready," the woman in black said from the other side. "He's waiting for you inside."

Li Na took one last look at herself, her heart pounding with nervous excitement.

Then she stepped forward.

Li Na barely had time to collect herself before the door opened again. A different woman stepped inside--tall, poised, dressed in an all-black corset and gloves. Her gaze swept over Li Na with quiet approval.

"You look perfect," the woman said. "But there's one last step before you go inside."

Li Na blinked. "Last step?"

The woman gestured to a velvet-lined tray on the counter. Resting atop it were sleek black cuffs, a range of collars, and something that made Li Na's breath hitch--a metal ring attached to a thin leather strap.

Her pulse quickened.

"It's just a little... encouragement," the woman said smoothly. "To help you feel the experience fully. Nothing too restrictive. You'll still be able to move."

Li Na hesitated. This was further than she had imagined. She had agreed to come, to change, to walk through that door. But this... this was something else.

Yet, deep down, she knew why she wasn't turning away.

She swallowed hard and gave a small nod.

The woman's hands were gentle but firm as she guided Li Na's wrists behind her back, securing the cuffs snugly around them. They weren't too tight, but they left no doubt--her arms would stay where they were.

Then, the collar. Soft leather, surprisingly comfortable as it settled around her throat, its buckle fastening with a quiet click.

Finally, the last piece. The woman held it up, tilting her head slightly. "Open."

Li Na parted her lips, her breath unsteady as the smooth ring pressed between them. The strap was adjusted behind her head, holding it in place--not forceful, but inescapable.

She caught her reflection once more.

Bound, restrained, unable to hide, unable to speak.

The heat rose in her cheeks, but so did something else. A slow, deep flutter of excitement.

The woman put one hand behind her neck and the other pushing two fingers down her throat testing her gag reflexes and demonstrated how powerless she was. She smiled. "Now, you're ready."

She stepped to the side, opening the door. Beyond it, the low hum of voices, the pulse of music, the unknown waiting for her.

Li Na took a trembling breath and stepped forward.

Andrew leaned against the polished stone railing of the upper level, his gaze locked on the entrance below. The club was alive with a low, thrumming energy--soft candlelight flickered against carved wooden beams, casting shadows over the medieval-inspired halls. The air carried a blend of perfume, aged leather, and something else--anticipation.

The crowd was as curated as ever. Men dressed in tailored black, their animal-faced masks giving them an air of mystique and quiet dominance. The women, in contrast, were laid bare in their own way--draped in silks and delicate dresses, their masks absent, replaced instead with collars, cuffs, and other elegant restraints.

And then, she appeared.

Li Na stepped through the threshold, her small frame guided forward by the steady pull of a leash held by one of the club's attendants.

Andrew's lips curled behind his silver tiger mask.

The transformation was stunning. Gone was the shy, quiet restaurant wife--now, she was something else entirely. The soft candlelight traced the lines of her petite figure, the delicate straps of her outfit emphasizing every graceful curve. Her hands were bound behind her back, her delicate collar drawing attention to the elegant line of her throat. And then there was the ring between her lips, parting them ever so slightly, leaving her in a state of quiet, helpless anticipation.

She was perfect.

Her dark eyes darted around, taking in the sight of the club--the high stone archways, the men watching from behind their masks, the other women shifting under their own restraints. She saw a couple in the sofas next to her with the woman bent forward with her mouth in the guy's lap slowly sucking on his long cock. The guy grunted and had his big hands on her hair making sure she didn't pause. Li Na breath came faster, her chest rising and falling as she took it all in.

Andrew enjoyed watching that moment--the realization that she had stepped into a world unlike anything she had ever known. She had now also realized that she was the only Asian at the bdsm sex club and her red dress with Chinese golden embroidery attracting lots of attention.

Andrew let her linger there, let her feel every set of eyes on her. Only then did he push away from the railing, descending the stairs with slow, measured steps.

Tonight, she would learn exactly why she had been brought here.

Li Na felt the soft tug of the leash as she saw Andrew approach her and took the leash into his strong hand, guiding her forward with effortless control without a word. She followed, her delicate steps barely making a sound now wearing tall stripper heels on the polished floor, her heart pounding in her chest.

The club was unlike anything she had imagined--its halls bathed in moody, flickering candlelight, the scent of rich leather and warm incense curling in the air. Around them, murmurs of pleasure moans and laughter drifted through the corridors.

Andrew walked with an air of authority, greeting staff and guests with casual nods, his grip on her leash steady but never harsh. He turned his gaze down to her, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he took in her bound wrists and the way the ring gag kept her lips parted.

"You look delicious," he exclaimed, his voice smooth yet commanding.

Heat rose to her cheeks, but she could only respond with a small, obedient nod.

He chuckled, lifting his hand to trace a finger lightly along her jaw before continuing their walk.

As they moved through the main hall, Li Na's wide eyes absorbed everything. A young blonde couple stood pressed against an ornate pillar, the man slowly fucking her from behind. In the candlelit alcoves, elegantly dressed figures whispered closely, their hands teasing along silk-clad thighs.

But it was the windows in the hallways that truly held her breath captive.

Beyond the glass, softly illuminated rooms revealed scenes unlike anything she had ever dared to dream of. Women, restrained in the most intricate ways, lay across plush cushions as teasing hands danced over their exposed skin, their laughter and gasps of delight muffled by the heavy glass. Some were blindfolded, others tied with ribbons of crimson and gold. Men and women whipped them and fucked them, in a playful torment that left them breathless.

Li Na's knees felt weak, a shiver running through her.

Andrew noticed.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his tone knowing.

She exhaled shakily, nodding.

He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "Good. Because tonight, you'll feel it for yourself."

Her pulse raced.

They stepped into a grand chamber, where a raised platform stood at the center. A luxurious chair--more like a throne--awaited, surrounded by deep crimson drapes. Guests gathered in anticipation, their gazes flickering toward her with intrigue.

Andrew guided her forward, his hand firm at the small of her back.

"The club has a tradition," he explained smoothly. "Every new guest... gets properly introduced."

He took his seat and gave the leash a gentle pull, encouraging her to lie on his lap with her ass towards him.

"Tonight, they'll watch as you learn just how much you enjoy being fucked."

Li Na's breath hitched. She should have been nervous. She should have hesitated.

But instead, she nodded.

Andrew settled into the grand chair, exuding effortless confidence, his strong frame relaxed yet commanding. With a slow pull on the leash, he guided Li Na forward until her head was almost down to the floor and then he pulled up her dress revealing her ass wearing just the tiniest of slutty thongs, her delicate behind poised and waiting.

She looked back up at him, wide-eyed, her soft lips parted slightly around the ring gag. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, whether from the warmth of the room or the weight of so many eyes on her, she wasn't sure.

Andrew studied her with an amused smile, trailing his fingertips under her chin. "Good girl," he murmured.

The words sent a shiver down her spine.

With a gentle but firm motion, he patted his thigh. "Up."

She hesitated for only a second before obeying, shifting onto his lap. The contrast between them--her petite frame against his broad, powerful build--only heightened the sense of control he held over her.

He adjusted her easily, pressing a firm hand against her lower back until she was bent forward, her cheek resting against his thigh.

"You've been very obedient so far," he said, his tone smooth yet teasing. "But I think it's time to test just how much discipline you can handle."

Li Na's breath hitched. She wriggled slightly, only to find his hand resting firmly against the small of her back, holding her still.

The crowd murmured in approval.

Andrew let his fingers skim over the silk of her dress before gathering the fabric, exposing just enough to make her tremble. Then, with deliberate patience, he delivered a slow, measured slap against her. Not harsh--just enough to make her gasp softly behind the gag.

He chuckled. "Sensitive, aren't you?"

She whimpered, her bound hands twitching behind her back.

Another slap on her ass, firmer this time, sent a warm flush spreading through her. The rhythm was playful, never cruel, each one drawing a soft, muffled sound from her lips.

The audience leaned in, watching, waiting.

Andrew leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You like being put in your place, don't you?"

Li Na's heart pounded. She swallowed, then gave a slow, shy nod.

"That's what I thought."

He ran a soothing hand over her back before pulling her upright again, settling her in his lap as she caught her breath.

The club watched with approval, murmurs of amusement and interest filling the space.

The murmurs of the crowd grew as two female half naked staff members stepped onto the stage, rolling in a tall, imposing wooden structure. It was a St. Andrew's Cross--but unlike the usual upright position, this one was angled slightly forward, almost horizontal, making it a perfect display for its occupant.

Li Na's breath quickened as Andrew guided her toward it, his grip firm but never forceful. The anticipation thrummed in her chest. She had never been so exposed before, and yet, the steady control in his gaze kept her grounded.

"You've been very generous," Andrew said smoothly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. "Bringing me my favorite meals, always with that sweet little smile of yours." His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I think it's time I return the favor."

She barely had time to process his words before the staff began securing her in place. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists and ankles, stretching her body just enough to make her feel weightless, vulnerable. The cross tilted slightly forward, keeping her displayed for the audience while still allowing Andrew to stand close.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Comfortable?"

She tested the restraints, her fingers flexing against the smooth leather. She could barely move--but somehow, that only made her pulse race faster. Slowly, she nodded.

Andrew chuckled, dragging a fingertip down the curve of her cheek. "Good girl."

From the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for something--a large glass jar with some Asian sauce discreetly placed on the table beside them next to a big bucket with water. Andrew opened the jar next to her head and she immediately recognized the smell from her restaurant.

Andrew's voice was low, teasing. "You always make my food just a little too rich. A little too heavy." He traced a slow line down her arm, watching the way her skin glowed under the dim lights. "I think it's only fair if you get a taste of your own cooking."

Before she could respond, he started pouring it over her hair and head. She had time to close her eyes but of course her gagged mouth with the spider type ring gag got her plenty of Chinese oily sauce down her throat. Andrew laughed and took the bucket of cold water, washing her head and hair clean.

The crowd murmured in approval.

Andrew tilted his head, admiring his work. "Still with me?"

Li Na let out a shaky breath, her bound fingers curling.

He laughed softly. "I'll take that as a yes."

With deliberate slowness, he traced a single finger along her lower lip. "No complaints, hmm?"

She could only whimper in response, her body trembling under his calculated control.

Li Na's breath hitched as she felt the cooking sauce all over her skin, the contrast against the cold of the club making her tremble. She tugged at her restraints instinctively, but the leather cuffs held her firmly in place, ensuring she remained on full display.

Andrew watched her squirm with quiet amusement, his strong hand grazing her jaw. "Still so tense," he murmured, tilting his head. "Maybe you need something to keep your mind off the taste."

Before she could process his words, he traced a single fingertip over her lips. The touch was light, teasing--until he pressed gently, coaxing her mouth open. He dropped his pants and had his huge white long cock out.

"Go on," he encouraged. "You'll feel better. It will stop the sauce from entering your mouth."

A soft whimper escaped her as she hesitated, but Andrew didn't wait. With effortless control, he slid his cock past her lips, resting it against her tongue.

Her cheeks burned.

He chuckled, watching her reaction as she instinctively closed her lips around him. "Good girl."

The words sent another shiver down her spine.

Keeping his cock in place, he reached for the bottle again. Another slow trickle of Chinese sauce cascaded over her exposed collarbone, down the gentle curve of her chest. She whimpered against his touch, the conflicting sensations overwhelming her senses.

Andrew exhaled in satisfaction. "Much better," he mused, tilting the bottle just enough for another teasing drizzle. "You taste just as sweet as I thought you would."

The crowd murmured in approval, watching the way her body responded under his control.

Andrew leaned in as she washed her again with water, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "We're far from finished, little one."

Li Na was helped to her knees on the floor still with her long Asian hair wet. She watched as a woman naked except for a black leather thong and a leather gimp mask used a scissor to cut off the top of her dress. Next she got a pair of nipple clamps securely fastened to her small breasts and on the end Andrew moved the leash so it connected to her sensitive nipples instead of her neck.

Andrew gave a light tug on the leash, guiding Li Na to follow. She whimpered as the nipples stung but not too much just enough that she didn't want it to happen again. She crawled behind him as he led her through the club's winding hallways, the soft rustling of her dress against the floor mixing with the distant hum of voices and laughter. It was strange, this new way of moving--but she felt a thrill crawling at the way Andrew controlled her path, steady and purposeful.

Finally, they arrived at one of the largest rooms in the dungeon. The space was grand, dimly lit by chandeliers casting a warm glow over the lavish furniture. In the center stood a wooden bench draped with plush pillows, designed for both comfort and restraint.

Andrew turned to her, his gaze filled with quiet amusement. "Up you go."

He lifted her easily, placing her on her back atop the cushions. The softness beneath her contrasted with the cool sensation of leather cuffs as he secured her wrists and ankles. Each knot was deliberate, each strap adjusted to perfection. Her legs were gently spread, but the support of the furniture kept her in complete comfort.

Andrew removed her ring gag for a moment and took a step back, admiring his work. "How does that feel?"

Li Na tested the restraints, feeling the gentle pull against her limbs. She couldn't move much--just enough to know she was completely at his mercy. Her breath came a little quicker, the excitement bubbling in her chest.

"Good," she whispered. "But I can take more. I want to test my limits. Do whatever you want with me, my body is now yours".

Andrew smirked. "I thought you'd like it."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small box with white powder. "Here," he said, holding it beneath her nose. "Try this cocaine it will really make you horney as fuck."

Li Na inhaled, and an incredible warmth spread through her. The feeling was mind blowing awakening something deep inside her.

She exhaled with a soft moan. "That feels amazing."

Andrew chuckled. "I thought you might enjoy it. Want more?"

She nodded eagerly.

He leaned in, his voice low. "That's what I like to hear."

Satisfied, he reached for a gag, brushing his thumb over her lips before slipping it into place. "Now," he murmured, adjusting the final straps and pressed a button raising her cunt to the first position just at the height of his cock standing up, "let's see just how much you can take." He pushed the tip of his big cock into her wet horney pussy.

As she tested her restraints again, not even remotely able to move away from his amazing cock even if she wanted to, Andrew gave an approving nod. "Perfect," he said. "Completely at my command."

Li Na lay bound in the plush embrace of the furniture, her body humming with anticipation. Every inch of her skin was alive, sensitive to even the smallest touch. The soft glow of the room cast warm shadows over her delicate frame, and the feeling of restraint--gentle yet unyielding--only amplified the heat pooling inside her.

Andrew took his time, his gaze tracing over her as if savoring the sight before him. "You really are something special," he murmured, running a slow hand along her arm, down to her waist. His touch was firm but careful, teasing her with its restraint.

She shivered beneath him, her breath catching as he leaned in. His presence was overwhelming, consuming, and she loved it.

"You're completely at my mercy," he mused, his voice a low hum against her skin. "And I think you like that."

Li Na's lips parted around the gag, a soft, breathy sound escaping as she tested her bonds again. She was utterly helpless--but instead of fear, all she felt was excitement, the sensation building like a slow-burning fire.

Andrew smiled, clearly pleased. He trailed his fingertips down her body, mapping out every reaction, every twitch, every little sound she made. The way she responded to him, how she surrendered so willingly, only fueled his desire to push her further.

"Let go," he whispered, his words both a command and an invitation. "Feel everything."

And she did.

The world outside disappeared. There was no past, no future--only this moment, only the way his touch sent waves of pleasure through her, only the warmth building inside her until it finally unraveled, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.

Andrew grinned, brushing a hand through her hair as he watched her come undone. "That's one," he murmured. "Let's see how many more you can take."

Li Na's breath was uneven, her body still trembling as she lay bound and completely exposed to Andrew's control. The warmth of the room, the restraints that held her in place, and the lingering echoes of pleasure left her in a dazed, blissful state.

Andrew leaned over her, brushing a thumb along her flushed cheek. "You're taking this so well," he murmured, his voice smooth with satisfaction. "But I have to wonder... have you ever truly surrendered your entire body, even your ass before?"

Her eyes fluttered open, dark with lingering desire. She couldn't speak past the gag, but her body answered for her--a subtle shift of her hips, a quiver of anticipation.

Andrew chuckled, running a hand down her side, letting his fingertips barely graze her skin. "There's still so much to explore," he mused. "So many ways for you to learn just how much you can take."

She shivered beneath his touch, utterly at his mercy.

Leaning in and putting his wet cock now at her asshole, Andrew whispered against her ear, his breath sending a fresh wave of heat through her. "But don't worry," he murmured. "I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

With that, he straightened, giving her restraints one final test, ensuring she was secure. And then he started slowly fucking her ass untill he felt satisfied.

"I think it's time you truly experience what this place has to offer," he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Hundreds of guests... all eager to meet someone as lovely as you."

Her heart pounded at the implication, her body already yearning for more.

Andrew smirked. "Enjoy yourself, little one."

And with that, he stepped back and walked out, leaving her bound, exposed, and completely at the mercy of whatever came next.

A few hours had passed since Andrew had left the club, and now he was back in his high-rise apartment, lounging comfortably in his leather chair. His massive gaming PC hummed softly, its neon lights casting a cool glow in the dimly lit room. He leaned back, enjoying the afterglow of the night's entertainment, when his foldable phone buzzed on the desk.

He smirked as he flipped it open. The message was from an unfamiliar number, but he knew exactly who it was.

Husband:

"Andrew? It's me... something went wrong. The taxi dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. I had to walk for hours just to get a signal. Where is my wife? Why didn't you answer earlier?"

Andrew exhaled a slow, amused breath as he set the phone down and cracked his knuckles. With a few clicks, he opened up his messaging app on his PC, the massive screen making the text even more ridiculous. He could picture the man--weak, sweaty, desperate--fumbling with his phone in the dark.

He typed back lazily.

Andrew:

"Oh? You finally made it somewhere with reception? Took you long enough. I thought you'd enjoy the scenic walk."

A moment passed before the husband responded.

Husband:

"Please... just tell me where my wife is. I don't understand what happened."

Andrew chuckled, shaking his head.

Andrew:

"Relax, little man. Your wife is having the time of her life. She's being well taken care of--hundreds of friends keeping her company. She'll come back to you when she's good and satisfied."

The typing indicator blinked on and off for a long time.

Husband:

"What do you mean? What's happening to her? Andrew, tell me the truth."

Andrew smirked at the screen, stretching his arms above his head. He could almost hear the pathetic whimper in the man's voice.

Andrew:

"She is tied up getting high on cocaine, her holes gangbanged by at least two hundred strange men at a sex club. But let's be real--when was the last time she had this much attention? Maybe she just needed to experience something new. Who knows? Maybe she'll won't ever talk to pathetic you again."

The typing indicator appeared, then disappeared. Then it appeared again.

Andrew grinned. He could imagine the man, hands trembling over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. The power shift was complete.

Husband:

"Please... just tell her to come home."

Andrew yawned.

Andrew:

"I'll let her know. When she's done."

He shut the laptop with a satisfying click, stretched his arms, and leaned back with a deep sigh. Tonight had been a good night.