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exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
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Training Shikha - 4

Legends: BDSM, Consensual, M/F, Oral

Teaching Shikha to carry a pencil with her cunt was her mother's
responsibility. I must admit Sunitha did a good job of that. The
outcome was fantastic sex for me. Once I was inside her, Shikha would
grab me tight with those muscles, and squeeze the cum right out of me.
It was simply an amazing feeling when she was on top. We next worked
hard on developing her thigh and calf muscles so that she could squat
over me and perform sit-ups with my penis inside her. As an added
incentive I would light a candle and put it below her ass.

She couldn't stop till I came, that was the rule. So if she got tired
before I ejaculated, she either had to rest in mid-air, which was no
rest at all. If she relaxed and got low, she would get burnt.

We used up quite a bit of anti-burn cream before she was strong enough
to last an entire fuck. Of course, it also meant that I learnt to
control my ejaculation.

Before long she was able to go almost 15 minutes of sit-ups without
stopping and with that grip of hers, I was finding that 15 minutes was
my limit as far as holding back my ejaculation was concerned.

It was an awesome sight to watch her doing sit-ups with my penis
inside her. The fact that she sweats easily was an added bonus. It was
erotic as hell to see her sweat covered body. Her wet hair would cling
to her face, and drops of sweat would fall off every edge of her face
by the time she was done.

I decided that she needed something new to work towards, so I told her
that I wanted her to be able to write her name while holding the
pencil by her cunt. It took her almost two weeks before she was able
to do that. But every evening we would see how far she had got.

It was fun watching her try to control the pencil. Sometimes she would
bear down too hard the pencil would impale her. At other times it
would slip out. Every failure was rewarded with a spanking.

Although when I had thought about spanking her, I was revolted. But
when I actually started, it was erotic as hell.

The first time I whipped her was with a cane. I got her to bend over
the table. The very sight of her bent over in that manner was awesome.
I tapped her butt a couple of times with the cane. Each time she
started. The fear was apparent. From that moment on it was not about
nudity, but more about control. She never knew when the cane would
land hard on her backside.

When I landed the first shot, her skin immediately responded. A deep
red welt grew on her skin. Her hands instinctively shot back to rub
the location.

"For every time you bring your hands back, the number of strokes
increases by 5. Is that clear?" I told her.

"Y…yes Master", she replied in a shaky voice.

"So how many more to go?" I asked her. I had proclaimed a punishment
of 10 strokes for her failure with the pencil.

"14 Master"

"From the next stroke on I want you to keep count of the strokes
received and the strokes in balance. If I don't hear it by the time
the next stroke lands, it will be considered not counted."

I landed another stroke.

"2 received, 13 to go", she called out.

So on it went. To her credit, her hands never got in the way. When I
was done her butt was crisscrossed with red welts. She stood up
gingerly.

"Go wash yourself and put on some balm", I told her.

By the end of the week, her butt resembled a war zone. I am sure it
was a major discomfort for her when she sat. But she never complained.

All this was good for her. A couple of her teachers whom I knew always
had a word of praise for her.

We were slowly beginning to fall into a rhythm.

Each morning she would be up well before me. She would finish her
morning duties, clean the house, and prepare my breakfast. She would
wake me by 8 with a cup of coffee, a lit cigarette, and a blowjob.

There is something amazing about being woken up by a wet tongue
licking at your balls.

Following that, if I am in the mood I would fuck her. It would be a
hurried fuck. I'd just pump away at her to get rid of my early morning
hard-on.

Other days I would take her to the toilet and she would continue the
blowjob as I used the commode. On these occasions I would finish by
urinating in to her mouth.

Then after a brush and shave, she would bathe me.

As I dressed for work, she would lay out breakfast. While I ate
breakfast she'd dress. We'd have coffee together. I would drink from a
cup, and she would lap it up from a plate on the floor.

Then I would lock her cunt with the belt.

We'd leave together. I dropped her on my way to work.

On my way back, I would pick her up.

Back home, she would strip, and then serve me my coffee. As usual she
had hers on the floor.

Then she's get busy with cooking and cleaning.

Once dinner was ready, we'd play our games.

Then dinner and we'd end the night with soft, romantic lovemaking.

It has been 4 years now. Shikha refused my offer to set her free after
college. We now live as man and wife – Master and slave – with our
3-year-old baby, which Sunitha gifted us.

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