This story is a work of fiction. The characters depicted within have
no resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental. The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted
within this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only. It is
strongly advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the
safety of all players if they choose to act out the play of this
story.

This is a work of erotic fiction. If the reader is turned off or
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Family Values 9 – The House that Colin Built.

"Since when do you own them?" Colin asked me as we both sipped our
drinks on the balcony.

The occasion was the first birthday of Ranjini, the child I fathered
with Shalini.

"What?" I asked, as my blood froze in my veins.

"The signs are there all over the place for the practiced eye to see.
Is Ranjini yours?"

I feigned ignorance at what he was implying and he let it go. But that
wasn't the last I heard about it. On the following weekend I got a
call from Colin asking me to dinner at his place. Colin was a client I
handled for the company I worked at. Over the years we had built a
good relationship and although we couldn't be called friends, we were
more than just business contacts. At the end of the call he also
mentioned that I could bring a date provided she was dressed to serve.

I debated over whether I would take one of my girls with me, and in
the end decided to take Rheeya. I called Kiran and told her that
Rheeya and me were attending a dinner that evening and that I wanted
the girl dressed fashionably slutty.

When I got home Rheeya was dressed in a purple dress that ended above
the knee, but not high enough to be indecent. It was backless and
advertised the fact that she wore nothing underneath. Another
millimeter lower and her buttocks would be exposed. It was perfect.

We reached Colin's place by about 8. He looked pleased that I had not
come alone. His hands went immediately to Rheeya's bare back as he
guided us into the house. Rheeya shot me a confused look, I ignored
her for the moment. I wanted to see where this was going.

Colin lived well. His house was plush. The room in to which we were
ushered was luxurious; it was dominated by French windows that looked
out into a lush green garden. A lone tree in the middle of the garden,
made the view into something artistic. The black leather sofas were
arranged so that the guests would face the French windows. Unlike most
Indian houses, Colin did not have the customary two single sofas and
one that could hold three. Instead he had four single sofas. Each sofa
had a metal ring attached to it, and to each was attached a woman.

The women were not beautiful, not even attractive. But each was
sculptured to perfection. For clothing they had togas. You did not
have to be told that they were naked under the togas, each of them had
one firm breast exposed.

"Would you like to tie her up or is she an equal?" he asked.

"Tie her up", I said casually.

"You can use the rings on the wall", he indicated.

I began to lead her.

"Just leave her to Sarah here", he said.

Sarah had come up behind us. She was a good looking woman in her late
thirties. She was also dressed in a toga, white with a gold border.
She took Rheeya and led her by the hand to the wall. Each ring had a
chain which a leather collar at the end. Sarah put the collar on
Rheeya and locked her. She came back and gave the key to me.

By now Colin and I were seated on a sofa each. The moment I sat down,
the woman chained to my sofa knelt and undid my shoes and took off
both my shoes and socks. By the time she was finished, another girl
had appeared with a bowl of water, into which "my woman" put my feet
and washed it, softly. Another woman brought me a tall glass of
lemonade which, given the heat I had walked in from, was most welcome.

"So how long have you had them?" he asked.

"Long enough", I replied.

"I got into it over a decade ago. I own 12 slaves now", he told me.

"My woman" had moved behind me now and she was rubbing my shoulders.

"May I?" he asked, indicating to Rheeya.

I nodded.

"Sarah", he said.

Sarah went up to Rheeya and began to undress the girl. After she had
undressed her completely, Sarah began to position the girl so that her
master got all the profile views. Then she pushed Rheeya on a ledge in
the wall and spread her legs, exposing the girl's shaved cunt. She
inserted two fingers all the way into cunt, then taking it out she
licked her fingers. Once more she inserted her fingers in and then
brought it to her master who tasted the liquid coating her fingers.

"Play with her", he instructed Sarah.

Sarah went back to Rheeya and knelt before her. She began licking
Rheeya's cunt. Rheeya was already hot and her moans were quick to
arrive. As the other woman licked her, Rheeya began to play with her
own nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers. She
was ready to cum.

"Enough", I said in an even voice. Sarah pulled away from the girl's
cunt, but held her thighs wide, not allowing Rheeya to squeeze her
thighs together and have the orgasm that was ready to burst.

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Colin asked me.

I told him that I would love to. So we began the tour of the house. He
had built the house 4 years ago. He said it took him over a year to
design. He did not want to maintain two establishments so the place
had to allow him to live both his lives. So the first part of the
house, where we were, the kitchen, and a couple of the bedrooms were
built conventionally. His bedroom however was very different. The
major difference being in the toilet. There was a shower, but no
urinal or water closet. At the door stood a beautiful woman, a truly
beautiful woman.

"Urinal", Colin said and the woman went down on one knee, turned her
face upwards, and opened her mouth wide.

"Toilet", Colin said and the lady went and lay down on a platform that
had a toilet seat directly above where her mouth was.

"You are kidding me", I exclaimed.

"Am I?" he asked the woman, who now stood before us.

"No sir. I live to serve my master."

We left the toilet and through a door in the wall we went into the basement.

"This is my dungeon. The entire place is soundproofed. This is where I
do the extreme stuff."

I was impressed.

"I gather you are not too much into this stuff."

I nodded, "I enjoy humiliating them, but this is a little over my head."

"That's normal", he said as we entered the cavernous dungeon. "We all
start that way, but then the fun begins to wear off and we need to do
more extreme stuff to get out kicks."

The dungeon was lit by a couple of candles on a stand at the far end.
But as we came closer I realized that it wasn't a stand, but a woman
hunched over. The candles were on her shoulder and she was covered
with candle wax.

"That's Julia. She broke a glass while washing yesterday."

He picked up one of the candles and indicated for me to pick up the
other. I did.

"On your back on the table", he said.

The woman got up and walked to a table and lay on it. She hadn't been
shackled, but she suffered the punishment without cheating. I am
impressed. We walked over to the table she lay on. Colin tipped the
candle slightly and let the wax drip drop-by-drop on her nipples. A
sharp intake of breath was all the reaction from the woman.

"Do as you please", he told me.

"Anywhere?'

He nodded. I decided to take him up on it and took the candle to her
vagina. The woman spread her legs wider, exposing her insides for my
pleasure. I tipped the candle, the wax left the candle and landed on
her pink insides. The moan could have been out of sheer pleasure or
sheer pain, either way it was erotic, I dropped some more. This time
the reaction wasn't as good.

"You need to remove the existing wax. The hot wax burns only when it
falls on skin", Colin explained and ripped the wax from her cunt
violently. The shudder could have been from an orgasm.

"No drop some more", he told me and I did. The moan was my reward.

We left the woman back in position with the candles on her shoulders
and returned to the room in the main house.

"I need her", he told me indicating Rheeya.

I was aghast at the suggestion.

"Oh! I meant for now. I need to use her."

"Go ahead", I told him.

We exchanged women for the weekend. I took Sarah home and left Rheeya with him.
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