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Introduction : Avinash continues to interview Hemangini for his new writing. As she pursues with her story, the revelation at the next stage tends to get harrowing from where it started. She welcomes him into an all new ambience which leaves Avinash in the absolute stupor.

I would just like to add an advanced disclaimer to any Indian religious reader advancing to this part. This part of the story doesn’t directly or indirectly intends to cause offensive desolation to any religious beliefs or customs. Always remember, ‘SEX ON A DIWALI NIGHT HAS NEVER HURT ANYONE’. Every tiers of sweet criticisms are always welcomed. Thank you.

Chapter 3

I met Hemangini just at the hour mark before sunset. It was unusual for me to hold the sessions at this time. She welcomed into her centrally air conditioned living room. I took the seat on the couch. She presented me with the coffee.

In her loose polo and blue joggers, Hemangini spoke after taking a sip at her coffee, “We shall begin now.”

“Sure Mistress.” We shared a smirk before she started to speak.

[[“”It was the completion of our one month since getting into this relationship. Tushar couldn’t have imagined how changed his life would be on this day before exactly a year. In these 30 days I caned him for his wrong doings, maintenance spanking over the knees sometimes. I choose more than 5 guys in this period to have sex with me in the bed before his eyes, he showed his obedience everytime by giving them blowjobs and rimjobs. From the business colleagues to my muscular gym trainer, everyone was now aware of my role in our family. He had totally adapted this life.

Tushar started cleaning the floor right after waking up from my side. He worked hard to earn his place in the bed again. I woke up after few minutes. As soon as I started to move out of the bed, he placed himself on the knees at the floor. I walked few steps to reach to Tushar. Hanging my one leg from his shoulder, I mounted on his head with my pussy sealed to his mouth. I yawned in a large fuss to empty my bladder directly in him. I leaned down to kiss on his cheeks before entering the bathroom.

I got my track suite on to go out for my regular workout sessions. I lifted more than 30 pounds in each arm, before doing the substantial shoulders’ exercises. Being 5’10, I weighed close to 71 Kgs, the augmentations in my physique was more than my husband by now. I was at the heights of confidence in my life.

I came back home after an hour. Tushar was cleaning the kitchen counter, he quickly wrapped his work off and approached me quickly after watching me entering in. He helped me out of my shoes and held my socks covering feet in his hands.

“Use your tongue baby.” I said after raising my feet at his face. He started to do as he was told. He held my one foot in his hands. He started licking the foot through the socks after roaming his tongue over it. I laid back on the couch with him keeping on doing it for a minute. He licked at my toe and the entire sole, it gave me a massive tingle over the entire body. He was turning an expert.

I ordered him to remove the socks from my feet using his teeth, and he was very accurate at it. He licked on my entire bare sole; I asked him to stop.

It was a Sunday morning, and both of us didn’t had to go to work. We were expecting some guests in the afternoon, we had to prepare the meal for them. I stood under the shower feeling the water hitting my body. I soaped all over my boobs and pussy. I fragrant my ass with the extra sanitising soap on it. I had a long relieving shower. I laid in the bath tub in the additional times to fuck myself with the dildo I entered frequently in his ass. I got out in some time.

He got my attire ready for the day. While I was just done with soaking my body dry with the towel, He helped me to get in the undergarments with the bright orange kurti and three coloured cheetah leggings at the bottom. He always knew how to sparkle me up. I allowed him to get in some pair of loose T-shirt and boxers.

Both of us had quite a playful time in the kitchen. We prepared the lunch together for the guests. The doorbell rang exactly at 12 noon. I was in no mood to go through the boring guests without any entertainment. I kept Tushar under the dining table near to my chair. We had a substantially tall dining table standing between 3.5-4 feet. Tushar was hidden comfortably under it.

There were one old aged pair of uncle and aunty of Tushar as our guests. I solely welcomed them. I told them about Tushar’s unavailability due to some circumstantial urgency at work. I offered them the meal at the dining table. I settled myself in my chair, while got them sitted before me at the other end of the table. Tushar was placed just at the end of my legs.

I did some community chat with them and also about the upcoming ‘Durga Pooja’ fest. Uncle and aunty praised my good physique and the beauty hanging down my face, I thanked them for their kind words. I didn’t let Tushar to have much comfort being under the table. I got him to smooch my pouched calves from the leggings, Tushar did it perfectly after inverting his head to the end of my leg. He opened his mouth wide to get my plumped calves between his lips. He licked them through my leggings from under tha table, while I continued the conversation.

I made him kiss my thighs under the table. He started to suck with some hard grip of his lips on my cheetah leggings over the thigh skin. I embedded my other foot with the heel on inside his short length elastic shorts. I got my foot settled on his penis under his shorts. I used the heel edges to pinch on his balls inside the short, he glued his mouth on my thighs to breathe harder and resist the moans from coming out. I didn’t reach to much reactions following his discomfort inside his short, while held my head high to keep going with the conversation above the table.

Uncle-aunty did their lunch in no less than 30 minutes. I had my heels roaming around his anus by now after getting it all the way under his balls. Tushar was kissing on my wide bent knees through the leggings. As soon as they got themselves up from the table, I got my foot out of his shorts to drop them out of the house. I touched their feet and bade them a nice goodbye. I got him out from inside the dining table. I placed Tushar at the edge of the couch on the floor. I headed towards the room.

I came back at the couch with the small ring box. Tushar had his suspicious eyes on the box. I undid the box to take out the cock cage from it. Tushar had his feet shaking automatically after getting the glimpses of the cock cage. I ordered Tushar to settle his hands at the back.

With his head just at the edge of the couch, I sat down on his face. The leggings under the bottom of kurti stuck over his face. His head was well covered under my very wide hips. I placed my either heels on his thighs while bent down to hold his balls in my hand. I inserted the steel ring over it. I put his dick in the aluminum cage before locking it with the ring through a tiny pad lock. He was getting suffocated under my bottom, I shaken my big butt over his face to make the most out of it. I started to unmount from his face, his face was red bruised as soon as I got off.

He had much creep roaming in his eyes as he watched his penis locked inside the cage. I ordered him to follow me. Tushar had his feet moving in some discomfort due to the additional load of the cage over his pubic region. I bent him over at the face of the bed with his feet on the ground.

Tushar watched me with some dismay ranging around his eyeballs as I took out the harness from the drawer with the dildo hanging down from it. I stood before the mirror to get the strap-on perfectly over my leggings. I hiked my kurti up to get it out of my top from the head. I did my bra out as well to leave myself completely topless with my boobs hanging from the top. The strap-on dildo stood tall over my hips.

Tushar watched me with distinct enthusiasm as I walked near to him. I got at his back. He was bent forward with his butt sticking out of his back. I held the elastic over his hip to take the shorts down to expose his fair manly ass. I patted on his ass to some light and loud smacks to echo the striking throughout the entire room. I stretched his butt to get his hole in the view, I aimed the dildo head towards it. He moaned heavily when I stretched his anus with my thick girl cock. I prepared to fuck him being topless like a ‘MAN’.

With the heels on, my dick had a straight view to his anus. I started to fuck his ass with some hard initial strokes. Tushar started to moan harder as I got the entire 9 inched sized hitting his prostate wall inside. I placed my one leg on the bed to start hitting my hips on his butt with some more clarity. I placed half of the dick in him, while got the other half in and out of his hole with very hard pounding. Tushar was crying in pain due to his hole widen up to four times of its initial size.

He yelled loudly at the surprising prostate milking from his penis through the cage. He leaked cum all over the bed. I got my dick out of his anus; I stepped back. I held his head tightly to bring it down and stick it on the bed. Tushar cleaned his cum from the bed with his tongue. I kissed his forehead in return. I placed myself in the bed before calling him to join me in. I was topless with him fully naked. I held him in my arms under my neck to cuddle him to sleep. It was a Sunday to cherish forever.

Both of us went to our respective works the next day. I bade everyone a good morning. I again patted my lovable teen assistant Adi on just at the top of his ass to bade him, we shared some giggles before I got into the cabin. I turned the desktop on. I checked my mailbox with Miss Mehra’s email shining at the very top, it was just sent before an hour.

“I miss you mistress, would love to see you at my place in two nights. Love xx.” I was brought into a smile as soon as I read it. I replied to it in a minute, “It would be a pleasure, cannot wait. :)”

I thought for a second before figuring out what was there in two nights. It was the first ‘Durga Pooja’ night. According to our family rituals we were always expected to be there with our entire family. I was curious already. I did some light work. I had my mind all the day on Tushar’s first day in the chastity cage at work.

We had a marriage to attend in the evening so I prepared to leave for home early. Tushar was also on his way back home early. After I helped him oftentimes in the meeting with his seniors on the phone, his reputation was well lifted. We didn’t need to worry about it anymore. He still had a long way to go to come back into a neutral livelyhood.

I was home earlier than him this time out and it was fair enough because there was no time specified. I used the toilet seat to do my loo out. As soon as I came out, I saw Tushar entering in. He put his bag at a side before starting to come towards me. Tushar just ended at my legs by placing himself on the knees.

“I’m sorry Mistress, I didn’t know about a fixed time to be present here for you. Please forgive me.” Saying that, Tushar started to kiss my feet. I offered him my entire soles and he kept on doing it in it’s whole. Though I was not provoked, I liked him feeling sorry about it. I stopped him in a few seconds.

I asked Tushar to get ready in a total gentleman’s outfit leaving his slavery image behind. I asked for his help as I was preparing to wear a red satin lehenga with a blue silk choli at the top. I got naked before him. He did my undergarments and then the main lehenga choli with the pallu. I pinched his nipples in the process.

The pallu was covering more of my exposing bust from the low cut choli. All of my navel and shaped stomach was open in between. Some part of my bust was still bare under the pallu, I never found a perfect top to cover the whole up due to it’s bigger size. Tushar was dressed to the gentleman he was in real. We headed to the marriage like a real power couple.

After reaching the place we were greeted by several relatives and friends, we went on to talk work, marriage, etc. I had some hungry males’ attention as always, from the fatherly figures to their grandchildren, everyone rubbed on their crotches after the glimpses at my belly and bust. I was not strained about it anymore. I had my husband with me. After some minutes of tolerating the public, We had the shadi meal before us.

During the meal, I had my bladder full due to the lot of water consumption at the start. It was uncontrollable, “I need to pee Tushar.” I said.

He was all stunned and attempted to move his head horizontally and asked, “Here? I don’t know if it’s appropriate mistress, you cannot.” He was shaking in clumsiness.

“No idiot not among the public but I am surely not using the dirty toilet when I have you, my slave.”

Tushar led me to one of the unisex toilets. After taking the panties down, he straddled his head inside my lehenga. I released all the rich aroma in him. It was much relieving. Doing my panties up and lehenga down, we entered the hall again. We ate the dinner and started to leave for home after passing on our well wishes to the bride and the groom.

I took the wheels. I ordered him to come down the seat to lick me to some orgasms. He did it with very much care. I was still not over his obedience malfunctioning at the marriage.

“We are not done yet a slave, you would be punished harder following your actions tonight.” He knew what I was saying. Tushar was shivering already.

We reached home. I didn’t even bother to change my lehenga-choli and called directly for my naked husband in the underground store-room of the house. Once he was there, I tied him to the chains which were drilled to both the sides of the room from the walls at the very beginning of our relationship but were still unused. I applied the nipple clamps on him.

“If I ask you for an urination, you are no fucking one to ask where? you will focus on finding a solution directly, Do you understand? You are a man of degraded qualities, how dare you to tell me what to do?” I yelled after holding his chin tightly under my palms. I held his balls and increased the pressure on it to squeeze it with my nails on it. Tushar struggled in pain.

He answered in a low voice, “I’m sorry, Mistress. I will look for a solution directly from here onwards.”

“You will receive 15 on each cheek in two sessions twice, followed by your favourite chilli powder rub after each.” That meant total 60 strikes, I was ready for it. I could see the creep roaming in his eyes already.

I whipped his ass brutally that made him scream out of pain followed by the chilli rub which made him cry out of the bad sufferings instantly. “Mercy Mistress, Mercy.” He kept repeating the same during the entire period. Following the chilli rub on his welts and spanking in the hard impact twice in successions, I almost fainted him out of pain.

I left him there for an hour and returned with few drinks and snacks to energize my hubby up.

I asked Tushar to meet me upstairs as we had to discuss something.

I started with a gentle voice “Do you know why you have to suffer all this Tushar?”

“Yes, mistress because of the lack of control I have over my stress which has me in an inferior state.” He had a hard time in making his voice come out.

“Good, do you know by whom are you controlled?”

“You mistress.” He answered.

“Come here.” Saying this, I laid him over the ghaghra on my knees. I rubbed some cooling ointment on his ass. It was swelled badly but tackled itself from any cuts on the surface. We cuddled while I gave him a very lovely and romantic kiss. I slide down my choli from the top to expose my half bust. I let Tushar to suck on my nipples for some rewards. We were too tired to stay awake for any other minute, we fell asleep in a minute.

It was a rare occasion for me to wake up earlier than him the next day. Tushar was still asleep at my side. I leaned down to check on his butt. It was swelled from every edges with some thin cuts. I decided to take the day off to help him in his vaccinations. I let him stay in the bed longer while I got the chores around the house done.

I rubbed the cotton dipped in the antiseptic liquid on his welts after getting him laid properly on my knees. I did it few times in the day on regular 3 hours interval. I was rubbing the cotton on his butt after the dinner before he said,

“You have to go through a lot because of me Mistress. I’m very sorry.” He said in a low voice.

“It’s okay slave. I’m not bothered by it.” I said after coming closer to kiss on his forehead. Tushar didn’t let me go away and kept the hold at my head to plant a kiss on my lips. I raised my eyebrows before he stopped doing it. I smiled in a little smirk instantly to give him the green light. He started kissing me again. I got myself slowly laid on his waist to kiss him back after spreading my lips wider and wider and feeling all his lips on mine. We brought our tongues in action and continued to get more into smooching for some minutes.

Tushar started to slid my pajamas out of my hips. Sliding it down till my inner thighs, he slide my panties down as well. I held his erect tower in my hand. I got it in my vagina comfortably and began to ride on it. Tushar got a good grip on my hips to help it bounce down on his penis well. I moaned with each thrust of his penis inside my vagina. After a minute of making love to each other, both of us came down with a heavy load of cum.

I didn’t let Tushar to leave his position. I sat on his face with my bare bottom. I fitted my clit to his mouth and leaned towards his body to let Tushar slurp in all his cum from my vagina. I stayed on his face for some additional fun.

I spread my ass cheeks wide before settling my anus just at the top of his nose. I rode on his face for sometime. I released him at intervals when he would start to move and moan absurdly from the suffocation inside my big bottom. Both of us got into laughing after every pit stops. I rode his face with my vagina to a very wet orgasm. He licked it clean with his tongue. I started to get off from his face.

Coming directly down my neck, he laid his head on my shoulder and placed his hands on my hips to grab me tightly. Being upwards, I plugged him firmly to my body. I slide my T-shirt down to let him suck on my nipples, he did with utmost amusement. With time, Tushar felt smaller and smaller under my body, I kissed on his forehead. He rubbed his cheek on my shoulder. We were off to sleep.

I checked on his welts after waking up, they were quite better than yesterday. I woke Tushar up. He fit his mouth at my urethra to sink down my pale distilled liquid under his throat.

We went to our respective works after taking our individual rides in our cars. I worked hard the entire day following my leave the previous day. I was looking forward to Mrs. Mehra and also the family get together before that. I started to leave for home just at the sunset. I hugged Adi to good bye. I was home in half an hour.

Tushar welcomed me in after coming at my feet. We entered the bathroom to take a bath together. Soaping and cleaning each other, we were out in half an hour. I had the dinner ordered which arrived after we were out. I stayed in my robe to eat it out. We got in the room to dress ourselves for the festive get together.

Tushar brought the Georgette white saree from the closet. He got me in the maroon floral blouse and white petticoat. I was supposed to get dressed in the purest form of the Bengali attire. He held the Saree with both of his hands and flattened the front of it. He tucked the end of the saree on the right side of my petticoat and brought it around the waist to the back side, tucked it in fully. He brought it towards the front after folding the saree in a broad pleat about the size of my mid rib and tucked the pleat in.
With all the golden ornaments i.e. the long flat necklace over my neck till the navel, thick earrings, thick waist chain on the Saree, I weighed three Kgs more than usual. My navel above my hips was clearly seen, with the blouse showing the brief crack of the breasts. After getting the big circled bindi on my forehead, I was much confident going in to the celebrations. Tushar dressed in the Kurta and traditional dhoti. We looked perfect together.

Tushar took the wheels to the venue. Being the billionaire family of the state, we organised the whole event for the area. We did the aarti (an action of worshipping) and also the aarti dance afterwards. We had a playful time at the event. I prayed for my husband’s and everyone’s well-being from the goddess herself. After an hour of proceedings we prepared to leave. Tushar called a cab for himself, before I prepared to go to Miss Mehra’s. I drove my way to her home.

I rang the bell. The door got opened by a skinny short guy at the other end. He seemed to be in his early forties. He had a loose T-shirt and some short boxers in the bottom without any underwear. He seemed to be two inches shorter than me. Before I could say anything, Mrs. Mehra appeared from his back.

“Oww, Mistress is here!” She came up on her toes and hugged me. I leaned down to hug her back comfortably.

“I missed you, Mrs. Mehra,” I said.

“Not as much as me, Hemangini.” She said by grabbing me just above my butt. We started laughing.

“This is Mehra, my husband.” She pointed at the man that opened the door. I got my hand towards him to greet him with a hello.

“Uh-oh, won’t you welcome Mistress Hemangini, slave?” Mrs. Mehra raised her voice towards her husband. He got down on his knees to touch my feet. I stopped him in between, “Just help me with my necklace, Mr. Mehra. It is too mainstream for me.” I chuckled.

I took my place on the nearby sofa. He helped me out of my necklace from the top. He brought some glass of water, I gulped it down to take my thirst away.

“Do you treat him the same before everyone?” I asked Mrs. Mehra.

“No, it’s just an exception before you and the no. of my bedtime lovers.” She cleared the air.

After a minute of silence, I lead my eyes to her and said, “Can I play?” I gave her a devilishly giggle.

“Sure Mistress.” She smiled back.

I called her husband closer. He just arrived at the edge of the sofa. I rubbed my hands all over his loose short on his weaker hips. I pulled it down to expose his erection. It was a fairly medium sized cock not more than 5 inches. I nodded my index finger at it, it hanged down like a pendulum from his hips. I laughed at him, she joined me in.

I took his T-shirt out as well. I stood tall before him. His head ended just at my nose. Mrs Mehra left her seat. She pushed him aside to hold me directly by my shoulders. Getting her hand up at my head, she pulled it downwards. She fixed her lips on mine. She started to get in a quick overlap of her lips on mine, I kissed back. I replied her sluggishly. After a minute of kissing, she dropped my back and frontal pallu off my shoulders, leaving me just with the blouse at the top.

She started to kiss me again. Before I can kiss her back, she grabbed her husband by his hairs to get his face fixed at my butt. She started rubbing his face on my ass from the saree, and sticked her lips on mine again. I took her hand off his hairs, to start kissing on her lips. I took the control.

I shaken my big butt from the heavy saree all over his face, he went red bruised. I roamed my hands all over her back and placed it on her butt to pick Mrs. Mehra up in my arms, she seemed no heavy for me. I kept kissing her. I rubbed my butt roughly on her husband’s face as he stayed on the ground.

I murmured in her ears, “Toys?”

“Sure, Mistress.” Saying that, she got down of my arms and went in to her bedroom. I turned around to have a look on her husband, whom was looking at me already with his scared eyes. I leaned down to get him up to his head. As soon as he came up, I grabbed his dick in my hands. It got into my palm perfectly. I ran my fingers on his full balls.

Despite of his submissive role, he was a very attractive faced guy. He had a comparatively small set of palms and his arms were slender than mine. My one legged thigh above the knee was similar to his entire butt. I went closer to his head.

I grabbed his small ass under my palms to raise his feet on his toes and got his head facing mine. I placed my lips on his to kiss him. He was shaking in fear, he kissed back. I kept kissing him before placing his hand on my butt. He had his eyes rolling in excitement. He squeezed my ass through the saree with his small weaker palms of hands. He was rock hard.

Mrs. Mehra came back in the meantime. Seeing her entering in, he attempted to get away from me. I didn’t loosen my grip on his body. He stayed stuck to me and started to shake more as she came closer.

“He is surely a good boy, ain’t he?” She said after patting him on his bare ass.

“He is, He is. I’m pretty sure he deserves some reward, don’t you slave?” I tagged in a soft voice after looking in his eyes.

“Yes MA’AM, I do.” He said with a very low tone.

“Look, even he is aware of it.” Both of us started laughing. “Give him a nice blowing on his shaft, Mrs. Mehra. He deserves it.” I said to her sternly on her face. She had the smile lessened on her cheeks.

“Sure Mistress.” Saying that Mrs. Mehra got down on her knees. I placed his dick in her mouth. Her husband moaned in pleasure when she started sucking on it. I kissed him again once.

I held her head to bring it fiercely on his hips and take the entire dick in. Mrs. Mehra looked at my face in shock, I ignored her staring and forced her head more on his dick. She was forced to deepthroat his dick in her mouth. He was moaning in pleasure with each thrust of his dick in her mouth. I stopped her from doing it after few seconds.

“Would you bring a bag from my car, Mrs. Mehra?” I said to her nicely.

“Sure Mistress.” She replied in a gentle tone.

“Oh, but like this!” I went closer to her. I held her T-shirt in my hands and ripped it apart. I did the same to her pajamas as well, leaving her just in the bra and panties. Mrs. Mehra looked at me with some serious fear and astonishment. “Now you may proceed.”

“I cannot go like this, Hemangini.” She said in a low tone. I held her chin in my hands before dropping few sets of hard slaps on her face. I grabbed her hairs tightly to push her forward with force, that got her to fall on the ground.

“Who the fuck are you to disobey me? Now fuck off before I pill your skin off your body!” I shouted on her face. She had tears filled in her eyes. She started to leave the front door in her lingerie. With quick steps outside, she opened the car door to get the bag out. She made her way in hurriedly X she had a loud and long breathing out of the marathon. I kissed her forehead in appreciation.

“Get in the bedroom slaves and take the floor. I would join you in afterward.” I said after sticking my eyes with both of them. Mrs. Mehra had a fearful look on her face. They started to walk towards the room.

I undid the bag she brought in. I got the shiny latex catsuit out of it. Removing the Saree, blouse and the petticoat, I left myself just in my bra and panties. From the necklace at the top to the waist chain at the mid to my payal on the toes, I removed all the ornaments from my body.

I held the catsuit in my hand. I started to get my legs inside the suit to fit it at the bottom. I zipped the frontal portion of the suit completely till my camel toe. I did the back portion zipping as well, till the vagina opening at the end of my butt. I zipped the 3 inched, knee high stilettos in my feet till the knees, I was all set to get in. The tight suit showed my full thick hourglass figure with my butt getting out briefly from the back.

I got the leather whip out of her toys’ box that she brought in earlier. I took it with me in the room. I walked in the room in my shiny latex catsuit with the whip in my hand. Mrs Mehra and her husband looked all over my body with uneasy curiousness.

I got the two dog chain belts out of the box. Doing both the collars around their necks, I held the chains in my hand. They were still on the floor. I dropped the whip on their bodies in a low strike, “You two are poor mediocre slaves. Amuse me with your skills slaves, if you don’t intend the worst phases of your lives.”

I got laid in the bed. “Let’s get on the bed baby,” I said after pulling the chain over her husband’s neck. He turned his head to Mrs. Mehra, she broke her eye contact with him and looked down on the floor with sheer embarrassment.

Holding his dick in my hand, I pulled him towards me by the chain. I slapped on his cheek heavily, “Don’t you understand pig? I’m calling for you.” I slapped him again. Both of them were red in humiliation. I locked him in my arms, and laid him on my opposite side to face me from eye to eye. He was a very weak man to handle. I started eating his lips forcibly. He kissed back shivering.

I kicked Mrs Mehra with my back feet before dragging her to my feet from the leash. She started kissing and licking on my stilettos. I kept smothering her husband with my lips, I didn’t let him breathe for a while. I pulled Mrs. Mehra by her head with the chain to stop her head just at my gigantic bottom. I pulled the chain harder to forcibly rub her face on my ass, she had tears flowing down her cheeks. She started to kiss my shiny latex covered butt. I kept her head stuck to my butt.

I held her husband’s dick in my palms before speaking, “Condom?” I said to him. He just leaned in at the side drawer of the bed to open it and take the packaged rubber cylinder out. I undid it from the pack to roll it over on his penis. I unzipped my rear end of the catsuit till my spine to expose my round big butt and the vagina hole from the back.

I laid myself on the stomach in the bed. I pulled him by the chain towards me to lay his short body entirely on my back. Due to the smaller height and comparatively low built up, he didn’t adjust in quickly on my hulking figure. He grabbed his dick and slide it inside my pussy from the back. I breathed a bit heavily after his penis stretched my vagina from the back. He started to get his dick inside and outside of me at a descent pace. I placed Mrs. Mehra from the leash to lie on the bed on his back. She started to give him a rim job on his asshole in sheer humiliation.

I pulled him towards me again by the chain to make him increase his pace. He fucked me with some hard thrust. He kept moaning harder, while I just laid in the bed with my cheeks glued on the bed in heavy breathing. I felt my cum dribbling down my legs. Mrs. Mehra continued to use her tongue on her husband’s anus. He released a huge moan before filling the condom with his dick with the thick sticky white liquid. He was the worst man to ever have fucked me.

I got out of the bed. He was still laid in to catch his breathe while his wife licked his anus. I grabbed Mrs Mehra by her hairs to get her out of his back and laid her down on the bed. I undid the lingerie from her body. With the perfectly cupped little breasts over her flat tummy followed by the beautiful slender legs under the tummy, She had a very appealing body even in the early forties. She was placed in the bed. I got near to her husband’s head before speaking in his ears,

“She sucked your dick, won’t you return the favour to her slave?” He had a little hard dick inside his cum filled condom again. He started to mount on her body slowly. Mrs. Mehra was horny enough to stick him to her face and started biting his lips with some hard smoochings on them. I went to grab the pack of toys. I opened it up to look inside for the relevant things to play with.

I got the 8 inched strap on dildo on my waist through the latex suit. The couple meanwhile was drowned to a wet romantic kiss in the bed. I went close to them. I dropped the whip on her husband’s ass cheek and shouted, “This is not the desirable path to thank her pig. Use your thing.” Saying that I brought the whip on his balls and the inner part of his cock. He shook in pain.

I mounted on the bed just at his back, I grabbed his miniature shoulders in my brawny palms. Holding his fresh erection over the condom, I had it slide inside her pussy. Mrs Mehra moaned in pleasure as soon as she felt his shaft inside her. He started fucking her. I pushed him down by his back neck, to lay down fully on his shorter body. Doing that, I slide my fingers in his anus to stretch it wide. He was stunned after feeling his anus stretched, he stopped thrusting inside her.

I stroked the whip on his ass cheeks again. He started to fuck her again. I brought the dildo hanging down my waist inside his anus. I entered it in its whole. He cried in pain after the thick dildo stretched his anus to four times of its initial size.

I held his shoulders and started throbbing my rubber cock inside of his anus after impelling on his back. He continued to fuck her in missionary while I fucked his anus in the laying doggy after laying down fully on his back. The sound of their loud whining echoed from every wall of the house. I kept hitting my hips on his one-third sized butt. Less than half of my hips’ size hit his butt on each stroke.

Her husband kept fucking Mrs. Mehra wife under him. I was laid over both of them. Holding his small ass under my palms, I kept on fucking his anus for a few moments before he came out again. The rubber cylinder on his dick was entirely filled with his white goo by now. I fucked his anus in few more thrusts while began to step back.

I pushed him aside to take a grip of Mrs. Mehra. I went close to her face and murmured in a hushed tone, “now say, who is fake?” I spit on her face. The thick liquid from my mouth dribbled down her side cheek, when she released a good smile from her cheeks, “Thank you Mistress.”

I grabbed her waist tightly and turned her on her back. I pulled her head backward by her hairs, to get her on the knees. I leaned forward on my knees to place the rubber dick in her pussy from the back. Getting it inside of her, I pulled her husband’s head from the chain to make him worship my latex covered feet. I started to fuck her brutally in doggy style. She moaned in absolute pleasure with the big 8 inches digging in and out of her vagina. He licked my latex motioning bottom from the calves to the inner thighs. I stopped fucking her.

I placed both of them on their knees in the bed. Keeping their heads and bottom closer, I tried both of them with my waist chain and long necklace respectively. The necklace hanged just between their buttocks keeping their bottoms tied with each other, while my waist chain tied their heads close to each other. I held the leather whip strongly in my right palm.

I stepped back a little with the whip in my hand. They had their heads leaning forward out of any idea of what I held at their backs.

“You two are beyond worst at the mediocrities’ slavery levels. Your performances were woeful than the worst. It’s intolerant. 15 on both the cheeks to both of you my slaves.” I bluntly said in a loud voice. I stepped back to bring the first strike on their hanged out butts. The striking sound on both the butts at once echoed through the entire room. Miss Mehra cried in pain while her husband fussed loudly. I exerted a great laughter on them, they were taken down to a peg of vanquishing.

I brought it down for the second strike after a couple of seconds halt, both of them moaned in heavy breathing. I kept on doing it, they were grumbled in more pain with each strike. I stopped at the 10th stroke. Mrs. Mehra fell down on the bed from her knees. I went closer to them to separate their bodies away from each other. I untied the necklace and chain from their bodies. I threw Mrs. Mehra sideways while went to her husband’s ear and said,

“Her remaining five are added to your bag of sufferings darling.” I bite on his ears. He degraded his head at the bed while breathed heavily in the awe of the painful incomings.

I got on my feet again. I stepped back to aim at his solo ass in the view. I stroked the whip hardly on his ass. I increased the intensity and stopped just at the 20th stroke. He had tears flowing down his cheeks to inhale the pain in. He had his fair buttock filled in red diagonal lines from each edge. He grilled down on the bed after I was done.

I unzipped the catsuit from my body. “Help me get in my Saree please, Mrs. Mehra.” She raised herself gradually from the ground. We got out of the room. Her medium sized ass had creepy welts all over it. She helped me tuck the Saree in the petticoat around my waist. Placing the pallu at my front, in the end, she got me perfectly in the Saree.

“I’m leaving these ornaments here as the only memory of this night, Mrs. Mehra. I hope you two had all the fun in the world.” I said in a compassionate tone.

“Yes, we did. Keeping the gifts aside, I want to thank you for everything this night, Hemangini.” She said in a tender tone. I placed my lips on her for the final time. She placed her husband before me to give me a nice farewell. I knew how to make it nicer, I undid the cum filled condom from his shrunk penis. I squeezed the inverted condom from the bottom to drop the thick white liquid on both of our feet in particular.

He got down on his knees to clean all his cum with his tongue from our feet. We laughed at him to keep kissing on our lips for the one last time. After he was done, I bent down to take my head closer to him. I kissed on his forehead, “I’m very proud of you slave.” I said in a gentle tone. I kissed on his cheek. Calling my final goodbye, I got out from the door. “Great couple.” was all I said, before getting into my A8 to start driving to home. It was a night to remember for long.

It was morning again when Tushar came at my side to wake me up. I held him by his cheeks before planting a good kiss on his cheeks. He slept at the door front after waiting for me for long the previous night. I mounted on his head after getting it inside my Saree. I pissed directly in his mouth with my golden shower down his throat. I got into the bathroom to take the shower.

My mind reflected the previous night’s incidents. I was in an initial smile on my cheeks. I didn’t regret about gifting the precious two lakh rupees valued ornaments to them, they deserved it. I soaped myself all over my body and after a good shower, I came out.

Tushar got me in a nice pair of blue top and a white denim at the bottom. He got his cock cage under his pant perfectly. He had a very less energy running down his body since a few days now, I still searched for the reasons behind it. Kissing his forehead once, I placed myself in the car to get away. He also headed for his work.

Alongside a series of good mornings, I got into my cabin. Mrs. Mehra hit my inbox at the top with another thanking. I replied her with “