John was on the way to the airport with his wife and stepdaughter. He was sitting in the back seat, while the two of them had a nice chat about things they would do while he was away.
John knew better than to interrupt them. He had already caused a crisis this morning when he asked some questions about his trip.
Two years ago it had seemed to him like the opportunity of a lifetime to marry into a rich Asian family. Right now John wasn't so sure about that any more.
They had met, or rather she had chosen him, through a online dating service. There was never much dating though, but more formal meetings with the woman's Mother and her Daughter always present. Especially her Mother was quite suspicious of his motives and demanded all sorts of legal paperwork to be signed before they could get married.
There was no big wedding ceremony, but a short business like transaction where they took him to a Female Asian Lawyer's office where he would sign some more papers in a language he could not even read.
There was no honeymoon, because he started working at his Mother in Law’s leather factory as an accountant the very same day to prove he wasn't “lazy”.
It was a well paying job, but his whole wage went to the joint account that his Wife managed. He would always have to ask her for money if he needed some, and she would hardly ever see the need to give him any or much less than he asked for.
His Mother in Law made sure he was constantly buried in work. His breaks were short and supervised and he worked several hours of overtime almost every day.
At home his wife demanded that he would help with the housework. Since he was always late, all he got for dinner was his Wife’s and Step-Daughter’s leftovers. Sometimes only plain rice or soggy noodles, and of course they left him their dirty dishes to clean.
Laundry was split evenly with them stuffing their clothes into the washing machine and the dryer and him doing all the ironing, folding and putting away. There was always a big heap that would take him hours to finish and almost every day he was so tired that he went right to bed, in his own separate bedroom. His wife insisted that he would sleep by himself, so he wouldn't wake her up when coming to bed late, and because he would have to rise early as well, because his Mother in law demanded he be at the company before anyone else to set a good example.
Even on weekends he would have to get up early and do what his Mother in law called “humble work” at the company. Tedious and menial tasks that the secretaries of the company could assign to him during the week. It was meant to be a sign that he was not above such work. The rest of the weekend he would spend with other tasks like cleaning the house, the cars and running errands.
After two years without a single break he dared to bring up the subject of vacation time, and to his surprise his Mother in Law agreed. She even insisted that she knew just the place for him to go and that is how he found himself on his way to the airport.
He had no idea where he was going tough, or for how long. His Wife had explained that he was going on some kind of “Husband Holiday”, a tradition in her family where he was sent to a special retreat all by himself.
They did not just unload him and let him find his way, they insisted on checking his baggage for him and even escorted him to the security check in.
It was a remote section of the airport where he had to stand in line with other men. The personal were all young Female Asians dressed in dark blue uniforms of tight skirts and blazers, white blouses and black heels.
One by one the men were first relieved of their passports and carry on luggage for inspection and then escorted through a door in the back by two of the Ladies.
When it was John’s turn, they brought him to a room with a large mirror and he had no doubt that he could be watched from the other side. The young girls informed him that he would have to undergo a quick strip search before he could proceed to the plane and asked if he objected to be searched by female personal, which he denied with a smile and signed the waiver they presented him. He was then pointed to a small changing cabin to undress.
When he stepped out again the girls were gone. Instead he was met by a group of similar uniformed mature Ladies with rather stern looks on their faces. They all wore latex gloves and immediately began to order him around. “Raise your arms”, “Now spread your legs” “Bend over”. Their fingers poked and prodded and Invaded him everywhere. He tried to protest the treatment, but they would simply ignore his pleas and continue the search.
When he eventually he found himself on his knees and one of them grabbed his jaw and shouted “Open up, Lo!” to check his teeth with a flashlight as if he was a horse, while the ones behind him strapped his wrists together with wide metal-lined cable tie. John pulled his head away and struggled with his arms. Protests were cut short by the women slapping his face hard.
“How dare you resist security procedures?” She yelled and shouted some angry words in her native language. To his surprise the other Women cut the tie again, but immediately twisted both of his arms up, raising his wrists to his neck, where they quickly strapped them together again. Pulling his elbows together and fixing them in place with two more of the rigid bands made the position even more excruciating.
“Much better, no more struggling, Lo” The Woman said.
“Please, there must be a mistake” john pleaded. “Please, call my wife, she must still be outside. I don’t want to take the trip anymore.”
“Your Wife is not outside! She and her daughter watching from behind the mirror. There is no mistake and no canceling the trip for you.” She laughed, when she saw the despair in his eyes.
Before he could say anything else, a large rubber Ball was quickly shoved into his mouth and the connected straps tightened behind his head.
The woman slapped his face again a few more times. “Much better, La!” She said “No more complaining now. This will keep you quiet, scum.”
They were not done with him yet as they strapped a heavy posture collar around his neck and ankle cuffs with a short chain were locked to his legs.
A leash was attached to the collar and tied to a peg on the wall, then the Ladies left him like this and all he could do was staring at the mirror in disbelief. He may have imagined it, but he may have heard muffled laughter and giggling.
After a while another Woman entered the room with a heavy rolling vat, full of steaming hot soapy water. She was dressed in a white blouse with ribbon tie, a tight black leather skirt with a wide belt and shiny black patent leather heels.
She unhooked the leash and made him turn around. “Time to prepare you for a long flight! Bend over La!” she said and slapped John's face twice without warning before she pulled his head down with the leash and tied it to the edge of the cart to keep him in place. She picked up a rubber hose attached to the vat and pushed the nozzle on the other end into his anus. John felt the hot liquid flow into his colon as she started to move a lever back and forth. It gave him cramps almost immediately.
“You were uncooperative so you got severe restraints from customs, now you get double amount of cleaning liquid from me, on their behalf” She said while she kept pumping.
“You hold for ten minutes, La! Or you will be sorry!” She said when she eventually pulled the nozzle.
While John was cramping inside, the Woman took electric clippers and shaved his hair down to a stubble before she left.
John was in pain and the pressure was intense, but he was too afraid to let go even after he was sure the ten minutes were already over.
When the Woman returned she released him so he could relieve himself into a bucket, then she secured him again and inserted the nozzle once more. “Now three times the amount, just because you cannot complain about it.” she scoffed.
“This time you hold for twenty minutes, pig.”
John was in agony close to tears when she returned.
She took several minutes to check and firmly tightened all his restraints and the gag before she released him this time.
“Now five times the amount, just for fun!”
She pumped him up until the thought his belly was going to burst.
“Now you jump! No standing around this time, lazy scum. Jump up and down, La! 30 Minutes”.
John started jumping and he felt the liquid sloshing around inside him, increasing the pressure and the cramps even more.
“You will jump while I'm gone lazy pig!” she shouted as she left “If you stop only one second I will know.”
John was in constant agony, with no way to tell how much time had passed. It felt it was much longer than 30 minutes when the Woman returned and he was at the brink of collapse.
“Your time not over yet!” She yelled and smacked his butt with a riding crop because john had stopped when he saw her. “fifteen more minutes for disobeying, la!”
She stayed, striking him with the whip and shouting insults at him.
Eventually he couldn't hold it any more and the enema started leaking out, first in little drips, then sudden bursts.
“Dirty pig! Keep jumping, don’t stop” She yelled and opened a cabinet on the wall with a water hose inside. She hosed him down with cold water while telling him to keep jumping.
Eventually she allowed him to stop. She made him bend over again and inserted something in his rectum. It was a inflatable plug that she firmly pumped up until John moaned into the gag, which earned him a few slaps to the face,“Quiet pig!” then she gave the pump a few more squeezes. ”This seal you up good. Now you ready for a long trip.”
“Time for evaluation and recommendation” She continued and showed him what appeared to be a clip-on earrings with Asian writing. “This one says ‘Domestic duty’ and this one ‘weekly discipline’. They are recommended treatments after arrival, but only for good behavior.” She explained as she put them away again “You will get these instead”
She picked up thick, polished steel rings with screw-on clamps. Heavy-looking metal balls with writing dangled from them.
This one says: “severe daily beating” she told him, excruciatingly tightening the clamp to his earlobe. “...and this one “merciless rickshaw training” as she attached it to other ear. “These are my recommendations for your vacation. Now you kowtow before me with your face on the floor to show gratitude!”
John struggled to his knees and lowered his upper body until he eventually dropped hard on his face in front of the Woman’s feet.
She gave a disregarding sneer, told him to stay like that and left.
John was shivering from the cold water and it took long enough to get dry off before someone else came.
He could not see who it was in his position, he only heard the sound of several pairs of heels.
It appeared that they were younger girls who didn't speak any English. While they checked his restraints and tightened them even more, they kept chatting with each other, disregarding John's plight. They giggled and laughed when they discovered the earrings and eventually they made him get up to lead him out of the room on a leash.
The three girls, dressed in the same skirts, blouse and heels as the last one, walked him quickly through several long hallways until they arrived in a big hangar with long queue of other men, nude and restrained just like him, or less severe. His leash was hooked up to the back of the collar of another man in front of him and he waited while at the front of the line one by one they were led up the stairs and into the back of a huge passenger-plane.
When it was his turn, another mature, stern looking, uniformed Lady checked his restraints and earrings and jerked him up the stairs on the leash. “We will find special place for obstinate slave”
The stewardesses led him up the stairs and through the back section, where he could witness men being installed left and right of the isles.
Some of them were just in the process of being strapped to a uncomfortable looking steel frame in a seating position, some were already confined in thick padded leather sheats, that the stewardesses tightly laced up the back, turning them into comfortable seats on the outside.
“Too good for you.” The angry Lady stated.
The next section of the plane showed a similar scene. Men were used as seats, but they looked even more uncomfortable on the inside while being more luxurious on the outside.
The steel frames they were strapped to were made recline-able, and their heads stuck out on top of the backrest. Large donut shaped leather cushions were strapped to their faces and leather straps attached with clamps to their ears would not only keep them in place, but also make them a adjustable headrest. Heavy rubber bulbs inserted into their mouths under the cushion, mercilessly inflated by the stewardesses, would make sure the passengers would not be bothered.
“Still too good for you.” She remarked as she dragged John behind her through the section.
The front section of the plane had large seating pods. The backs of three bundled up and leather encased men side by side formed just the seat, three more the backrest.
John himself was bundles up in a tight package as well. Knees to his chest he was shoved into a narrow space in the pods armrest. His head sticking out on top.
Leather straps were hooked up to the clamps on his earlobes and a nose-hook pulled over the top of his head and attached in the back.
His ball gag was removed and quickly replaced by a large metal ring that would keep his mouth wide open. Another metal clamp was attached to the tip of his tongue. They pulled it taut and secured it in place.
John was completely unable to move his head in any direction now and they left him like this.
It seemed like hours later when someone else came. John couldn't see who it was, but someone sat down in the pod. Shortly after he felt the plane moving and eventually take off.
A female voice announced: “Dear Lady Passengers, we have now reached our cruising altitude. The estimated duration of the flight will be 18 hours. Please make yourself comfortable, the non smoking signs have been turned off.”
John saw a female hand reaching for a lever right next to his head. He thought he recognized the jewelry, the thick gold rings on her pinky and ring-finger seemed very familiar. The hand moved the lever and his head was pulled back by the hook in his nose until he looked straight up to the ceiling.
The Woman in the seat bowed over him so he could see her face. Tears of despair escaped his eyes when he recognized her.
“This is just perfect for a lazy pig like you. Aren't you so happy and grateful that your Mother in Law is keeping you company for the long flight?” She said with utter contempt, before she dropped the ash from her cigarette into his mouth.