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reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
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Training Shikha - 1

Legends: BDSM, Consensual, M/F, Incest?, Golden Shower, Oral, Cuckold

They were among the last people I had intended to see standing outside
my front door. Raj, Sunitha and Shikha were related to my now divorced
wife. Sunitha was my wife's aunt, Raj was Sunitha's husband, and
Shikha was their daughter. It was eight years since the divorce and
although I had shared a good rapport with my wife's family; not
surprisingly, none of them had kept in touch with me.

"Pleasant surprise", I said as I ushered them into my home.

"We really are very sorry for coming unannounced in this manner", Raj
apologized in his soft voice.

"No. No. No trouble at all", I reassured them.

After I settled them in the living room, I offered to make them some coffee.

"Shikha can do that", Raj said. "We need to talk to you."

"Fair enough", I agreed. "Think you can find everything."

"Sure", Shikha said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Shikha was no longer the 10-year-old girl I remembered. She was 18,
and had grown into a beautiful woman. Her body had matured, giving her
curves at all the right places. Dusky-skinned, she had shown promises
of beauty even as a child. But the end result was truly mind-boggling.
I found my gaze locked on her undulating backside as she walked away
from us.

Raj and Sunitha too had aged. But they had aged gracefully. Sunitha,
although my wife's aunt, was about 7 years my senior, making her 43.
She had maintained herself well and in fact looked better than I
remembered her. Raj looked more self0-assured than I ever remembered
him. When I knew him he was desperately trying to run a computer
training institute and not doing too well. He had always carried that
burden. Today he looked more like a moderately successful businessman.

I looked towards Sunitha and Raj for them to spell out whatever was on
their mind.

"You are looking well", Raj started.

"I've been better. But I am guessing that my looks is not what this is
all about."

"Well, you are right on that point. It is about Shikha. She has got
admission in a college in this city."

I tried to keep the disappointment from my face. I had hoped that it
was more a casual visit than one requiring something from me.

"Actually she got admission in a lot of colleges. She has very good
marks. But we chose this one because you are located here."

That was surprising. I knew for a fact that they had relatives in
almost every serious city in the country. I wondered where this was
leading to.

"Let me try and give you the background. Shikha is no longer the
little girl you knew."

"I kinda noticed that", I assured them.

He smiled and said, "Not just in her body. What I am referring to is
something that can't be seen. You see, she is a nymphomaniac."

"Wow!" I thought to myself and barely managed to keep the exclamation
from my lips.

"It has been diagnosed by a doctor and we have had a tough time
keeping it from the rest of the family. We were lucky we caught it in
time."

"Go on", I said when I saw that they expected a response from me.

"We found that she had been sleeping with some friends of hers. She
had begun to lie and go out on weekends. Then it became almost every
weeknight. I followed her for a couple of weeks and then took her to
the doctor after I confirmed my doubts."

I maintained my silence.

In the meanwhile Shikha came in with the coffee. After each of us had
taken our cups, her father asked her to wait in the kitchen. Once
again I caught myself appreciating the girl's backside.

"The first thing we did was to get her a chastity belt. That way we
hoped to control her sexual escapades. But in a way it backfired. She
was so filled by the thoughts of sex that her grades came crashing
down. While she used to lead the class earlier, now she was barely
managing to pass her papers. The doctor advised us to provide her with
an outlet for her needs."

This was getting interesting. I was dying to hear the rest.

"We gave it a lot of thought. Then we decided that it would be best if
I provided her with her needs. That way we could keep it quiet, and we
could also ensure that she was safe – both from pregnancies and
diseases."

I couldn't help myself, "So you have been fucking your daughter?"

"Yes", he replied and didn't at all seem apologetic or uncomfortable
admitting it. In the olden days, he would have been fidgeting.

"So you want me to take over that role now?" As I asked the question I
was hoping the answer would be in the affirmative.

"Yes. That is what we were hoping. I know it sounds a bit hollow since
we have never kept in touch with you since the divorce, but you are
the only person I would trust my daughter with."

Suddenly, out of the blue, I realized that I had an opportunity of
getting myself a sex slave. I wondered if I should push my luck.

"Do you know why Reena filed for a divorce?"

"Not really. She just told us she couldn't get along with you. We
never asked any more."

I stood up and lit up a smoke. I liked to walk while lecturing, which
in fact was my job. I was a lecturer in a college. Old habits
die-hard.

"See Raj, I have what many call perverted sexual needs. To put it
simply what I have always wanted is a sex slave. Someone who needed
sex as much as I did. But even more, some one whom I could control,
demean, and in general push around. Reena couldn't take that. She did
try, I must credit her that. But things came to a head when I wanted
to bathe her in my urine."

I paused to measure the effect of my words. Although they were
discomforted, it wasn't as much as I expected.

"So", I continued, "if I were to take Shikha in. I would want her to
be a part of my fantasies. Do you think you could live with that? More
importantly, do you think Shikha could live with that?"

"Can I answer that in a different way?" Raj asked.

I wondered what he meant.

He turned to Sunitha.

"On your knees", he told her.

She got up and knelt in front of him. He unzipped his pants and taking
out his penis, aimed it into her mouth. She held her mouth open and
waited. The urine began to flow straight into her mouth and she gulped
it all up.

I was amazed, and seriously turned on.

"You see," he said pulling his zipper up, "I share some of your
perverse fantasies too. And Sunitha here never wears panties. Show
him."

Sunitha stood up and lifted her saree up to her hip, revealing a
chastity belt of her own.

"Shikha is the product of the two of us. A father with sick fantasies
and a nymphomaniac mother. It is not surprising that she turned out
the way she did. It is in her genes. We would be only too happy for
you to help her explore the limits of her needs. That way, we hope,
she will also learn to control her needs. We have to assume that she
will marry someday and we also have to assume that her husband may not
be able to give her what she needs. We really need your help."

My eyes were fixed on Sunitha's chastity belt, as his words echoed in
my eyes. I needed release and I needed it now.

I sat down opposite him, she was still standing with her saree held
up. It dawned on me that they shared a Master-Slave relationship and
since he had not asked her to drop the saree, she continued to hold it
up.

I pulled my shorts down.

"Please me", I told her.

Without a moment's hesitation she was kneeling in front of me and
caring for my shaft.

"Does Shikha know about what you are proposing to me?"

"Yes. Not that she has a choice in the matter. She will do as she is
told. Just like her mother."

Sunitha was licking the length of my shaft now. Each time she reached
the head, she would slip it in to her mouth and suck the pre-cum and
swallow it.

"Why don't we call her in then?" I asked.

"Shikha", Raj called and the girl joined us. Her eyes were locked on
her busy mother from the moment she entered the room. I detected envy
and jealousy there. This would certainly be interesting.

"So basically what I will be getting is a wife and a whore", I remarked.

Sunitha was now slipping the entire length of my shaft deep into her
mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on my lap.

"Exactly."

"Shikha", I said turning to her.

She tore her gaze away from her mother to me.

"I don't know, nor care how live was under your father. With me things
will be strict and hard. Maybe you guys had a safe-word, or maybe
since he is your father he held back. I don't know and don't care to
know. But what you should know is that life with me will be tough.
Very tough. This is your only chance to walk away. After you answer
me, there is no turning back. I will take the keys from your father
and it will be returned only after you finish your graduation. Do you
agree to be my slave?"

"Yes sir. I consider it an honor to be given the place and I will
NEVER knowingly disappoint you. When I do, I shall take my due."

She hadn't hesitated, neither did she blink. She was dead sure of what
she was getting into.

Sunitha had narrowed down to the head of my penis. She was sucking on
it like it was the end of a hose from which the water of life was
sprouting.

I turned to Raj.

"I will make modifications to her body. I will have it no other way."

"I will not even ask you what you mean by that. She is all yours."

"During the next three years, the only member of the family to meet
her will be her mother. I will not entertain any other guests,
including you."

"Agreed."

Sunitha moved down to my balls. She had managed to open her mouth wide
enough to take the whole sac in her mouth. Once inside, the tip of her
tongue flicked around over it.

"Her mother will spend a week of each month here. You will bring your
wife here to me, and you will return from here after handing her over.
At the end of the week, you will come to collect your wife from my
front door."

"Agreed."

"We have a deal."

I leaned back and enjoyed the Sunitha's ministrations.

When I had had enough I pushed her away.

"You may leave now. Come to collect your wife on next Monday."

"Sure."

Without hesitation or looking back Raj left my house. Shikha had
followed him to the door, and closed the door the moment he had
stepped out. I liked the way there had been no goodbyes.

Shikha joined us in the living room.

To Be Continued…
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