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
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any
further.
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Family Values –Shalini

The drive back to my place was made in silence. After dinner Kiran had
asked me how I would like Shalini to dress and I had asked her to
dress her daughter in a sari and sleeveless blouse. When Kiran brought
the girl she was dressed just as I had wanted. The sari was of very
thin material. The blouse was also of a very thin material, and it a
halter-top. It was erotic but traditional, a look that very much
suited Shalini.

I had not spoken anything after getting into the car to put her at
discomfort. But the girl seemed perfectly comfortable in the silence.
She kept staring ahead into the dark. It almost felt like she was not
there with me, but somewhere far away.

I pulled into the garage and we entered the house.

I pointed out the bar to her and asked her to prepare me a drink. In
the meanwhile I changed into a bathrobe. When I went back to the
living room, she was waiting beside the sofa with my drink in hand. As
I approached her I drank in the sight, she stood tall, her sari
covering her and yet at the same time not. She had a palm below the
glass, and the fingers of the other hand gripped the glass. The
position had moved her sari just enough to bare her stomach and navel.

I sat down and she offered the drink to me. I took it and asked her to
sit on the sofa across me. For the first time that evening, she showed
surprise, but she complied.

"You are not happy, am I right?"

"I don't understand what you are implying sir", she replied.

"I get the feeling that you are unhappy, with your state in life. Do
you wish to be free of the controls that have been put on you?"

The shock and dismay that flashed on her face could not be an act,
they were true reflections on her thoughts.

"No sir. More than you know, I prefer and am comfortable with my life.
But …", she trailed off.

"But?"

"Can I speak freely sir? I need to talk to someone, and to be very
candid, that someone cannot be my father."

"Speak", I told her.

"It is a bit complicated sir. I mean, I want to speak to someone who
will speak to my father, but I am also afraid about my father being
mad about the entire thing."

"Tell me what it is, and we'll see how to handle it", I reassured her.

"Sir, I am in love", she blurted out.

I did not react or say anything.

She continued, "But, I do not think he can handle me. He is too timid
for that. It is very confusing for me, sir. I am used to being
controlled. I feel comfortable being controlled. At the same time, I
love Rajesh. I feel for him as I have felt for nobody ever before. We
have discussed this issue, and I have been very candid with him. He
too agrees that he would make a very bad Master, but he loves me and
wants to keep me happy. So much so, that he has agreed to me
continuing to be under my father's control even after our marriage.
But today, when my father gave you the keys, it has changed things for
us. For one, I don't know his feelings on me being controlled by
someone other than my father. Secondly, I don't know how far my father
intends to give you control of our lives. I am so scared of being
alone, sir."

Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she spoke and it only served to
make me hornier.

"Come" I told her.

She stood up and came close to me. I pointed to the floor in front of
me and she knelt before me. I put her head on my lap and began to
stroke her.

"I was not going to tell you this straightaway. But now I have decided
to. When I saw the three of you, I wanted you instantly. At that
moment, I decided that I would get you for my own. You embodied my
impression of the slave I want from a physical point of view. But now,
after what you have told me, I know that you are the woman I have
always dreamt off. As to your boyfriend, I will love to have him as a
part of this. He will complete the missing piece in my scene. Now I
want you to forget about your worries and leave it to me. You will
have your lover and a master. I promise you that."

She turned her head to look up at me.

"Oh Master!" she cried softly.

The look in her eyes was a combination of adoration, hope, trust and
submission. My heart thrilled at the sight and I parted my robe. She
turned to my penis and began to suck on it. Her fingers played lightly
on my balls, stimulating them and I felt the blood throbbing through
my manhood. I let her suck for a while before pushing her away.

"Go wait for me in the bedroom", I told her.

As I finished my drink, I thought about the riches that were suddenly
available to me.

When I went into the bedroom, she was lying on the bed – naked. Her
legs were raised in the air and spread wide. She held them apart by
her palms, which were hooked behind each knee.

I undid my bathrobe and got between her legs. I slid my penis into her
and began to fuck her. After having squirted earlier in the evening,
there was no urgency from my end to squirt, so I maintained a slow
easy rhythm of fucking.

Her eyes locked on my face. Every time I looked at her face she would
be studying me. I got her to ease her legs down, and made myself
comfortable on her. Reaching for the book I had been reading, I opened
to the page I had marked and continued to read it. As I read, I kept a
steady movement inside her.

After a while, we changed positions, I sat up with my back to the head
of the bed. She sat over my penis and continued to fuck gently and I
continued to read. Soon sleep began to lower my eyelids and I pushed
her off me.

I lay down to sleep, and as if reading my mind, she slid down and
sucked me. She sucked me gently so that I was not disturbed, but just
enough to keep me hard. I don't remember anything more till I was
woken the following morning by her bring my black coffee to bed –
naked.

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