Agree to her deal: Submit

"Alright", Josh said. "One hour."

The young Asian smiled, and it looked rather maliciously. "Then come on in, boy", she said and stepped back. Josh walked into the apartment. It did not look like anything he would have expected Malik to live in: It was clean, tidy and it felt very middle-class. Paintings on the wall, expensive furniture, bookshelves. Of course, there was also the big cage in the middle of the living room, which looked completely out of place. Except that he remembered having a similar one in his room. One of his ideas: Pet play equipment is as standard as a kitchen or a bathroom. He hoped this would not bite him in the ass.

"Well, what you waiting for, girl?", Malik's wife said to Anna, who hesitated outside. "He's your master, no? A good pet follows her master." Anna hesitated for a few seconds, and then followed inside. Josh felt he didn't like this development. He opened his mouth to say something - but wasn't sure what exactly he was supposed to say.

The Asian took Anna's leash and led her to the cage in the living room. "In you go!", she ordered - and Anna complied. She seemed to have decided that Josh did know what he was doing, and that she was, in fact, Josh's pet, or at least his companion and friend and followed his lead. I hope she is not mistaken, Josh thought. I hope I don't betray her trust in me. The door of the cage closed. It looked very, very weird to have his friend Anna, dressed up like a sleazy catgirl, sit inside a big cage in the living room of his neighbor.

"Alright, stallion, strip!", the Asian woman ordered in a sharp voice and looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. Josh hesitated for a moment, but there was nothing he could do - he had had to expect something along hose lines, right?

So Josh opened his belt, pulled his pants to the floor, then got rid of his shirt and the rest of his clothes, until he stood in his boxers in front of the young woman who frowned at him. "Those too, of course, stallion", she said flatly and then turned around to the coat rack. Josh sighed and stripped completely naked. The fact that Anna was watching the scene from her cage did not exactly make it less humiliating. Then his eyes followed Malik's wife's movement - and he froze in his tracks.

Next to the coat rack, there was another rack, full with pet play equipment: collars, chains, whips and other stuff. Josh, you and your stupid ideas, he cursed himself.

"Hands behind your back, stallion!", the Asian woman said, returning, several items in her hand.

"Do we really need to do this?", Josh asked. "Can you not just... do whatever you want with me without this stuff?"

He recieved a laugh.

"Door's there", the woman said. "Get out if you want to chicken out of the deal. I keep your pet then. Looks as if she's willing to work for a little tip."

Josh bit his tongue, swallowed his pride and placed his arms behind his back. There was a soft chuckle from the small Asian, and Josh felt leather manacles close around his wrists. There was a soft click as she locked them together. Then he felt more leather straps closed around his upper arms above the ellbow, which tightened and then clicked as well. His arms were pulled together behind his back, which was rather uncomfortable. "Wait...!", he said, but felt a burning sting in his behind as a response. "Ouch!"

"Silent, stallion, or I gag you!", the Asian girl said, while she continued to put leather restraints on his body. His ankles and then his legs, finally a leather harness on his upper body and a stiff leather collar around his neck. "There, there stallion. That's a good stallion", she murmured. Josh started to sweat. This girl meant serious business. And he had probably expanded her toolbox quite a bit when he had established the stupid rule about pet play. He did keep his mouth shut, though. The last thing he wanted was a gag. And he had a feeling that this woman wasn't joking.

Then he felt her small hand closing around his dick. "Alright, let's see if it's true what they say about you white horses", the Asian woman purred. "That you stay hard a dozen times..."

She deftly started stroking him, her hands felt oily and warm, as if primed with some special lubricant, and despite the quite embarrassing situation, his dick reacted immediatly, and started to grow in her hands. There was an appreciative murmur from her side, followed by a giggle and a moan.

"What a nice, big cock, my little white stallion", she teased, as Josh grunted and felt arousal taking over his body. He heaved and shuddered as he felt completely under control of the tiny, brown hands of the small woman in front of him. It was a bizarre situation, standing in the middle of a living room, tied and bound, being tugged by a stranger, but it was also hard to keep focus. His brain and his body both hungry for the stimulation she offered him, and his sexual lust taking over all other feelings.

Then he felt reaching the point of no return, his climax overtaking his body. He grunted, moaned, shivered - as the Asian girl took her hands an all stimulation away. Josh came and spurted strands of spunk in her direction, which made her laugh and giggle with joy, but at the same time, he felt nothing. No climax, no real release - it felt almost a bit painful. Yet he saw his cum spurting out of his cock. He stared at the Asian in front of him, confused and shocked and stunned.

She caught his glance and strated to laugh in a high tone. "What is it, white stallion - never had a ruined orgasm before? Ooooh, you're in for a real treat, boy. You think I'd grant you a real orgasm, just like that? Silly little horse."

She clicked her tongue and then looked at his dick again. He felt her hands grabbing him once more, and he felt his dick stirring and twitching. "Amazing", the Asian exclaimed. "It's really true, you're not getting soft at all." She started stroking him again, and immediatly the arousal was back, just stronger than before. He gasped and remembered the change which had led to the altered history: White men losing themselves in sexual innuendo, due to the fact that the next orgasm was always better than the one before.

A thought occurred to him: He was truly trapped. The Asian girl had him in a position to probably reduce him into a sex crazed, horny animal, for as many orgasms as he could produce. And probably for much more than the "one hour" he had agreed to. How much time would it take him to get through "a dozen orgasms" he had so carelessly defined as standard for white men? Was he even "standard"? What about people with more stamina than that? And how would her sinister technique of "ruined orgasms" feature into the equation?

"Enough!", he croaked, as he felt again arousal taking over this thoughts and logical thinking. "Stop! Stop!"

The reaction was another click of the tongue, laughter and a "tsk, tsk", as the small hands continued their stimulation. "Oh, silly horse, do you know how much I crave your cum? Hm? And do you have any idea how happy my husband will be to find a pet caught in our cage when he comes back? Who's gonna miss two tramps like you, hm?"