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Training Shikha - 2

Legends: BDSM, Consensual, M/F, Oral

"Take your daughter and prepare her as if it were her bridal night", I
told Sunitha.

"Yes Master", she humbly replied and led her daughter away up the stairs.

I took a moment to reflect on my life and the implications of these
new developments. I couldn't believe that I had been Carte Blanc with
these women. This was a dream come true. I waited impatiently for my
"bride" to be made ready. It took quite a bit of self-control to avoid
running up and taking possession of her.

I spent the time daydreaming about the things I would do to her.

It was almost an hour before Sunitha came back down.

"Is she ready?" I asked her.

"Yes Master."

"Time out", I told her. "Until I say so again, you are not a slave."

"Thank you", she said sitting down opposite me.

"Tell me honestly how all this feels", I asked her.

"Well it had to happen. I knew it all along. I was a nymphomaniac, and
knew it very early, even if I didn't know the term."

"So who was your first man?"

"Jai", she said naming one of her cousins.

"Wow! Never thought him to be sexy."

"He used to fuck me well into my marriage. Until Raj "discovered" me.
Then it stopped. Later Raj would allow me to sleep with Jai, more
because it excited him to know that his wife was a slut."

"I was always turned on by you. Just never had the guts to approach you."

"The feeling was mutual. I mentioned it to Raj a number of times. It
used to thrill me when you asked me for something, anything. It could
be something as simple as asking me to get you a glass of water. My
cunt would shiver. But Raj was not sure about how you would take it.
We have often wanted to get in touch with you after the divorce to
take things forward. But somehow it never worked out. I can say now
that it was our loss. We lost some possibly wonderful moments. We have
lots to catch up on."

"That we do. But right now I am wondering about the slut waiting for
me up there", I said indicating the bedroom.

"I knew you would want her as a bride. So I brought my bridal clothes.
She is all decked up. You will not know how glad I am that you will be
in-charge of her."

"Why?"

"Well, I normally would not have said this, but I have Raj's
permission, so I will. Raj isn't the perfect master. He still has some
part of society inside me. Until we came here today, I was not sure
about you either. But after talking to you and seeing the way you
spoke to Raj, I know that you will give her everything she needs."

"What about you?"

"What about me? I am almost at the end of my years. I am just glad
that I got what I got. Maybe if we had started this earlier, I would
have yearned for more."

I nodded, thinking of what might have been.

"Oh! I forgot. Can I go up for a moment?"

"Sure"

She went  up and came back almost immediately. She held out a bank
debit card for me.

"Raj will put in a monthly maintenance amount. He wanted you to know
that he doesn't care if his daughter benefits from it. It is for you
to decide."

I took the card.

"Take off your clothes", I said sternly.

"Yes Master", she replied, reading the change in tone perfectly.

She stood up and stripped without hesitation or thought.

I looked at her, and studied her full body. Her breasts stood proud
and defiant, almost like they were challenging age and gravity.

"What size are you?" I asked her.

"34D"

Her stomach was flat, and the wide well-like navel accentuated the
tightness of her stomach muscles.

Her hips flared out, promising many easy childbirths. It was the body
of a woman in her prime.

"You will bear my child."

"It will be an honor Master."

"Go prepare your daughter, I will be up soon."

After she left, I allowed myself to relax. I was learning that this
Master shit was not going to be simple. I finished the smoke and then
went up.

Shikha was draped in a blood red saree. As was the norm for a
traditional Indian bride, she was decked up in gold ornaments. It was
obvious that Raj and Sunitha had prepared for this eventuality. I felt
ashamed that I was being so predictable. I decided I would have to do
things more deliberately henceforth. It was no fun being guessed.

As soon as I walked into the room, Shikha came and touched my feet.
This again was a very traditional Indian custom, where the bride asks
her groom to bless her.

"Leave us now", I instructed Sunitha.

Sunitha closed the door behind her as she left us.

I went up to Shikha and began to undo her clothes. She stood patiently
as I pushed and tugged until I had her completely naked except for her
chastity belt. As soon as I unlocked the belt her hand went to her
cunt. She was furiously stimulating herself. I looked at her
questioningly.

"I'm sorry Master, but I just need to keep touching myself."

I nodded and proceeded to light a cigarette. I casually watched her
touching herself. Then in one sudden swoop I crushed the cigarette end
on her hand.

The scream was instantaneous.

"What lesson did you just learn?"

"I should not touch myself", she said between sobs.

"Is that all?"

"Yes Master."

There was nothing amusing about the slap I landed across her cheek.

"Correction. You will not touch yourself, or do anything else without
my explicit permission. Understood?"

She nodded from the floor where she had fallen.

"What did you understand?"

"That I should never do anything without you permission."

"Stand up"

She complied.

"Bend over", I told her.

Again she complied without hesitation. I checked her asshole. It was
nice a loose. It would be easy to penetrate.

"Raj fucked you in the back?"

"Yes sir."

"How often?"

"Not very sir."

"But you are very loose."

"That is because of the daily enema sir."

I nodded.

I sat on the bed.

"Clean my feet", I instructed her.

She knelt in front of me. Gently she took my foot in her palms and
began to litter it with kisses. Then she began to lap at the upper
surface of the foot. After she has encased it with her saliva, she
moved to the sides and then to the sole. As her tongue traversed the
length of my sole, I felt the most wonderful feelings course through
my body. Next she moved to my toes. Taking each one in her mouth, she
sucked at it and then moved to the next. Finally she licked clean the
webbing between the toes. She repeated the same process on my other
foot.

"May I bring some warm water, Master?" she requested.

I nodded in agreement.

She went into the bathroom and returned with a bucket half-filled with
warm water. She undid her hair and dipped it into the water. Then she
proceeded to clean my feet with her hair. Gently she wrapped her warm,
wet hair around my feet and pressed the warmth on to it. Then she
dipped her hair back in the water and washed it before returning to
clean my foot again.

I had imagined a lot of erotic things in my life, but this was far
out. It was amazing.

Once she was through, she looked up at me and asked, "Is there any way
in which I may please you sir?"

I just had to fuck her then.

"Come to bed", I told her.

She stood up and returned the bucket to bathroom.

"Would you like to relieve yourself before going to bed sir?"

"No. Not immediately", I told her.

She sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes on my penis.

"May I taste it sir?"

"Do you like the taste of penis?"

"Oh yes sir! I just love the taste and feel of penis in my mouth."

I smiled at her.

"May I touch it sir?"

"Go on"

She reached out and softly touched my penis. Running her fingers along
its length, then moving down to the balls.

"Can I say something sir?"

"Go on"

"It is very beautiful."

"Thank you"

"Please sir, may I taste it?"

"No. Ride it. Let's see how strong your muscles are."

She straddled me, and slipped my penis into her. She began to slide
back and forth. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her lips parted letting
out soft moans as my penis touched her at all the right places.

"How was it to fuck your father?"

"Strange at first sir", she replied without breaking her rhythm,
although her words were a bit labored.

"But then I got used to it. Plus, once he put the belt on me, I had no choice."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. Very much. Isn't there something wonderfully sexy about forbidden things?"

"Faster"

She increased her tempo. Her wet hair clung to her face, mixing with
the sweat that was beginning to form. Her hands held my hips, and she
began to pump in earnest.

I kept my body loose. She struggled to get a tighter grip on the shaft
of my penis. It was slick with the mixture of my pre-cum and her
juices.

Her grunts were loud, and her breathing was labored.

"Don't slow down till I cum."

She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the business at hand.

I reached out and picked up a cigarette. I wanted to last as long as
possible. As I lit the cigarette she paused to position her legs to
get a better purchase. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.

"I told you not to slow down."

"I'm sorry sir", she said breathlessly and resumed her hand pounding.

I blew smoke rings on to her face. Her forehead was spotted with beads
of sweat. They clung to their positions for as long as then could, and
then rolled down her face.

Some of it rolled till her eyebrows. There they collected before
rolling on to her eyelids and into her eyes.

Some trickled down her cheeks. At times falling off the edge on to her
breasts, at other times flowing to her lips.

Her upper lip was also littered with beads of sweat.

Her breasts and torso shone bright as the sweat reflected the light.

Her hips pumped mechanically. With each breath her nostrils flared,
straining to catch every bit of air. Her chest puffed up as her lungs
struggled to keep up with the requirements of her body. She exhaled
through her mouth.

I am but a man, all this only served to heighten my excitement.

"Take it in your mouth", I told her, as my ejaculation seemed imminent.

She slid off me, and lay stomach-down between me legs. Her fist pumped
my organ, and her mouth waited open and ready to receive my offerings.

The sperm shot out in spurts. Most of it landed inside her mouth, the
rest on her face. She kept pumping till there was none.

"I want to see you swallow", I told her.

She nodded, as she sucked my head. Then she got off the bed and knelt
beside me, holding her mouth open. She used her fingers to wipe the
cum from her face and shepherd it into her mouth. She continued to
hold her mouth open and then asked, "Can I 'allow?"

I nodded.

She swallowed the cum in one go, and the held her mouth open for me to inspect.

"Good girl", I said patting her on her head. "Now go see if your
mother has got dinner ready for us."

She walked away naked, leaving me with a warm afterglow. Life was
certainly looking up, I thought as I lit up another cigarette.

It was about half an hour later that she returned saying that dinner
was served.

There was just one place set on the table. Both the women stood by to serve me.

As she served me the rice, Sunitha asked, "May I speak sir?"

"Go on"

"Did my daughter please you well?"

"Hmm, yes. To an extent. We need to tighten her cunt muscles. Within
three days I want her muscles strong enough to be able to pick up a
pencil, hold it between her lips, and walk the length of the living
room."

"Yes Master. It shall be as you wish."

The rest of the meal was finished without any further conversation.
Once I was finished I help up my fingers. Sunitha sucked and licked
each finger clean, before offering me the finger bowl. I placed my
fingers inside the bowl and waited. She then cleaned my fingers and
dried it for me.

"The two of you will eat on the living room floor, in front of the
television. Put your food in a large bowl. The bowl will be on the
floor. You will both hold your hands behind your backs and eat
directly from the bowl."

"Yes sir. Do I understand correctly that we will both eat from the
same bowl, at the same time?"

"You understand correct."

"Yes sir."

"Put my leftovers, including the bones into the bowl. I want the bowl
clean and spotless when you are finished. From tomorrow, you will
serve all the food on my plate. That is food enough for the three of
us. The two of you will eat whatever I chose to leave back for you."

"Yes Master."

I settled down in front of the television. Sunitha brought the bowl
and placed it on the floor. Both mother and daughter got down on their
knees and bent forwards. They began to eat off the bowl. Their heads
butted a couple of times before they figured it out, and shared the
bowl.

Sunitha buried her face into the bowl, grabbing the food by her lips
and teeth. Shikha on the other hand chose to lap the food from the
bowl. I went and got my handycam, and filmed the mother-daughter duo
eating off the bowl like bitches. Mother fully dressed, and daughter
fully naked.

I was looking forward to spending the night with Sunitha. A very old
fantasy was about to come true.

To Be Continued…
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