Chapter 11

Kòngzhì Rén & The Culture of Dominance

You come with me!” Liu Wei barked as she unfastened the door to Bernard’s cage. The others had already been taken. Bernard wasn’t sure where they had gone, only that ten minutes ago three other girls in Sunrise uniforms had come and unlocked the the others’ cages and taken them away. All that had been said was one of the girls asking “Where’s Liu Wei? She should bring fat one.”

Liu Wei had obviously just arrived at the Sunrise Tea Parlour. Her hair was wet from the rain outside and water spatters covered her rain coat. From the way in which she clipped the leash to Bernard’s collar and set off quickly along the corridor outside the men’s cage room, Bernard could tell that she was late for whatever she had planned for the morning. She hurried into the Sunrise girl’s locker room dragging Bernard behind her. “You kneel, wait there,” she ordered, hooking his leash on the back of a chair.

Tsai Linn was in the locker room already. She was just finishing putting on her uniform, buttoning her bright yellow blouse. “Hurry up,” she said to Liu Wei. “Madame Chao not happy if we are late.”

That why I got stupid round-eye for first session on way in. Too much trouble with bus in rain,” Liu Wei said pulling off her raincoat. She threw it at the chair Bernard was kneeling by. It landed across the chair back, showering Bernard with spray from the street. “Stupid taxi splashed my legs, too!”

Bernard realised that he would have to kneel while Liu Wei changed out of her street clothes and into her Sunrise uniform. She went on chattering with Tsai Linn as she got out of her rain-spattered black trousers. Bernard tried to keep his mind on other things. The trouble was, even after years of mistreatment and disdain from women (or perhaps because of it, he was honest enough to admit) he still found himself aroused by the sight of a woman’s body and, at the first sound as Liu Wei pulled the zipper on her trousers down from the waist, he could feel his cock stiffening. Liu Wei strutted across to her locker, her chubby thighs slapping against each other as she did so. Bernard tried to look down at the floor, as he was supposed to, but the sound of her heels rapping on the locker room floor only served to conjure the same image in his brain as if he was looking straight at her.

Do hurry,” Tsai Linn urged. “You make me late, too.”

Cha! No worry. We blame stupid round-eye.”

Bernard looked up. Liu Wei had kicked off her shoes and was pulling on a pair of sheer black stockings, fastening them to the girdle she used to try to control her pudgy waist. His cock was stiffer than ever. Liu Wei caught him staring but, instead of cursing him, she simply laughed at his engorged member and turned to the locker to grab her blouse. Tsai Linn, waiting impatiently and getting more irritated by the minute, turned her frustration with Liu Wei’s tardiness to Bernard. “Stop staring, pervert,” she snarled, grabbing a bamboo cane from the rack on the wall and cracking it across Bernard’s belly only inches from his offending member. Bernard doubled up with the impact. The cane had left a burning welt across his belly. He managed to choke back a cry of pain. He knew that any sound would only lead to him being gagged. He certainly didn’t want that; his jaw still ached from the last time that Tsai Linn had wedged one of the wooden plug gags into his mouth.

By now, Liu Wei had managed to pull on her skirt and was busily trying to button her blouse over her rather over-sized breasts. Tsai Linn looked on envious of her friend’s figure. Although she was happy with her own slight build, she sometimes wished she had bigger breasts. Liu Wei’s pair wobbling in the underwired constraint of her black bra only added to Tsai Linn’s jealousy. Liu Wei stuffed the bottom of her blouse into the waist band of her skirt. “There, all done,” she exclaimed, “we not too late.”

Tsai Linn wasn’t convinced but jerked Bernard to his feet and set off, pulling him along behind her as she and her friend hurried to start the day’s sessions. Bernard almost choked as he was dragged along by his collar. Bernard’s sneaked look at Liu Wei wrestling her breasts into her blouse had aroused him. The shameful memories of his recent submission to being clutched to the station supervisor’s sweating cleavage and the glimpsed sight of Liu Wei’s pale nipples drove lustful thoughts. His cock was soon fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. Now, as he followed the two girls along the corridor, he had to contend with the sight of Liu Wei’s substantial buttocks struggling against the seams of her skirt and of Tsai Linn’s slim figure swaying as she stepped forward on heels that guaranteed her walk would further enrage his manhood.

They reached the room at the end of the corridor. Inside, Madame Chao was waiting with three other Sunrise girls each with a collared and leashed male slave kneeling quietly beside them. On the opposite side of the room stood four young western women, in their late teens or early twenties. The four were dressed in identical white silk qipao’s.

“Stupid round eye make us late, Liu Wei announced. “Sorry, Madame Chao.”

Madame Chao gave Liu Wei and Tsai Linn a careful look but chose not to pursue it, preferring to blame Bernard. “Cha! Typical, no consideration for any but themselves. Ladies,” she turned to the girls in white, “this is one of worst kind of men. Thinks he is submissive and will do as told. Underneath, just as disobedient as others. Cannot be trusted.”

Bernard looked down at the floor. He knew it was best not to show any sign of defiance to Madame Chao.

Madame Chao passed along the line of the four girls, shaking each by the hand in turn and greeting them according to the name badges that each wore pinned to their chests. “Miss Colette, welcome… Miss Anna…. Miss Fara, too… and Miss Daphne. You will learn much here over the next few weeks. Here we teach Kòngzhì Rén,” she pronounced the words carefully ‘ ren – kong – gee’, “You learn, you have much more comfortable lives. Sorry about disgusting males. Best we could do. You learn with these but after — well — you able to dominate any man you want. You chose them, they obey you.”

Bernard crouched as low as he could, trying to blend into the background, desperate not to attract any sort of attention to himself. He didn’t understand why these girls needed special training. All the women he ever came across seemed to know just how to get just what they wanted. Madame Chao stepped back from the line, standing with her back to Bernard. He sneaked a look at the four newcomers.

They were all young – eighteen, twenty, twenty-two-years-old, Bernard guessed – but with no real similarities apart from that and the fact that they all wore the same short, white silk, high-necked, side-slit dresses and white high-heeled shoes. The one that Madame Chao had greeted as Colette was a little fatter than the others and her qipao fitted tightly across her belly. Anna was taller with long fair hair hanging loosely so that it framed her face. Fara, the most slightly built of the four, wore her brown hair similarly. Daphne had a round, pale face and short red hair, with toned arms and leg muscles; she looked as though she was fond of sport. All four were watching Madame Chao attentively.

“Kòngzhì Rén is the art of dominance. It was developed by the ladies of the Chinese Court to establish control over the vast civil service that the Emperor set up in the Forbidden City. Most famous in the time of Empress Wu Zetian more than thirteen hundred years ago. You will learn techniques for control. All are simple but effective. There are four paths you will follow. They are the Path of the Hand, the Path of the Cane, the Path of the Rope, and the Path of the Look. You will learn the four pressure points of Pain, Pleasure, Humiliation and Fear. All are important. With study, you will find you can manage any man.”

As Madam Chao was speaking, the door to the room opened. Mary Tang, immaculately dressed in her black qipao, stepped silently through the door. Over one shoulder hung a Givenchy bag. In her other hand, she held a long thin cane and the end of a leash that ran to the neck collar of a hooded and gagged, leather-clad slave following attentively on hands and knees. Mary said nothing. Bernard thought she looked impossibly glamorous. He looked across at the four new girls. It was clear that they were all impressed by the new arrival as well. Their expressions ranged from Fara’s clear look of approval to Collette’s puppy-like infatuated gawp.

At the the same moment, all four girls noticed the effect that Mary’s arrival had on the males that were waiting on their knees. The men weren’t quite gazing with their tongues hanging out, but it was clear that Mary had stunned them into both silence and immobility.

“We are lucky to have Mary Tang to advise us,” Madame Chao went on. “She is foremost practitioner of Kòngzhì Rén. She wears black qipao. This tells us she has studied all four Paths and achieved excellence. You girls wear white qipao. This for beginners. Then yellow, green, blue, red, brown, and finally black. You study well, you get to wear black qipao like Mary.”

Mary’s expressionless face turned towards the girls. The man at her heels barely moved but, from something in his stillness, Bernard sensed a quiet pride that he was the slave of this exemplar of the craft of dominance. Mary, seemingly oblivious of her audience and Madame Chao’s slaves, reached into her handbag and took out a cigarette. She lit it with a flick of a gun metal grey Zippo® that she stared at momentarily, appreciating its simple lines and efficient function. She inhaled deeply.

Bernard saw the twitch of her finger as she gave an almost imperceptible signal to her crouching slave. He immediately knelt up and put his head back. Mary slid back the zip in his hood that closed his mouth. The slave opened his mouth wide. Mary leant across and tapped her cigarette. A clump of white ash fell down into the slave’s mouth.

Bernard coughed involuntarily, earning a scowl of disapproval from Mary. To Bernard, it was almost a badge of honour to be even noticed by this goddess. He could only dream of being allowed to be in such a woman’s presence, only fantasise about having a leather suit like that of her slave instead of the simple neck collar that was all that he was allowed.

Fara looked at Mary. The way that Mary Tang’s qipao clung to her body made it move sensuously whenever Mary moved. The sheen of the silk reflected highlights from Mary’s small breasts and her shoulders. Somehow, the discreet elegance of the qipao cast a sense of calm all around her; each move that Mary made seemed to be in slow motion.

Madame Chao noticed Fara’s attentive gaze. “You are right, Miss Fara, to study Miss Tang’s appearance. Kòngzhì Rén depends on formality, a considered and careful look. This is not a set of rules. Not a checklist like you find in books. Kòngzhì Rén is in the mind, a state of being. It is like eastern arts of origami, sushi, geisha, tea ceremony, dance, or music. You learn its shape and feel. Then you will understand power of Kòngzhì Rén.”

Fara watched as Mary’s slave buckled in response to a simple glance from his mistress. A moment later his face was pressed to the floor, his tongue on her foot, while Mary stood, staring impassively through the window of the room while she coolly smoked her cigarette, occasionally letting ash fall on the bowed head at her feet. Fara could think of nowhere that she would rather be than in Mary’s shoes.

Bernard was wishing that he was beneath them.

Madam Chao went on, addressing the four girls. “Tsai Linn and Liu Wei will see to your classes. These,” she gestured to Bernard and the other three, “will be used for practice. Mary Tang will be conducting examinations. Now we will leave you to your work. Miss Tang, if you can come with me, please.”

With that Madam Chao turned on her heel and, accompanied by the tap of stilettos on wooden floor boards, strode from the room. Mary Tang took the cigarette from her mouth and stubbed it out on a small metal plate attached to her slave’s hood in the middle of his forehead. Without the need for a command, her slave opened his mouth once again, allowing her to dispose of the spent dog-end before closing the zip across his mouth once more.

She tapped her heel with the tip of her long cane, indicating wordlessly to the slave that he should follow closely, and then set off to follow Madame Chao, her slave scuttling behind her quickly so as to avoid being jerked forward by his leash.

Fara and the others were left wondering how they would ever learn to emulate Mary Tang.