Nandita To Nandini
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‘Go upstairs slut and get cleaned up. Put on that surprise outfit you bought today and get yourself prepared. I will have you tonight and I want you looking your best,’ he told her.
‘Yes, Master,’ she said smiling broadly, and she got up from where she had been resting after her previous orgasm. She had been trying to give him a blowjob, pleasuring him with her mouth. However, he had turned the tables on her and it was her now that was recovering from an intense orgasm. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. What she saw reflected back at her was a frazzled, sweat-soaked girl with matted stringy hair, and makeup that looked like a watercolor painting that was left out in the rain. She would have to get cleaned up and presentable again! He said there was more to come and this look would not do if she was to show off her new outfit to him. She quickly stripped out of her sweaty, sticky clothes and jumped into the shower. A quick shower to rinse off the funk and get fresh again. She checked her pubic area, it was still smooth, thank goodness!
It had been two weeks since she left school and she was excited to get back. She had missed her Master terribly; there was no Internet except at the local library, and it seemed to always be busy. So she had only been able to email him once since she had been gone. The bus ride from the airport to the college seemed to be the longest part of her trip back, but finally she was back on campus. Since it was still fairly early in the afternoon, Chelsea quickly went to her room and called her...
NovelsChelsea couldn't be happier. She had finally summoned up the courage to confess her feelings for her Master and found that he returned them in kind. In addition, she had passed all her classes with flying colors, which meant she was set for the following year, her tuition grant still firmly intact. But for now, next years classes were the last thing on her mind. It was springtime in Chicago and she was looking forward to summertime fun and activities. She didn't have the money to join the other...
NovelsIt had been almost a month since Chelsea had been collared and living with her Professor and Master was more than she could have ever hoped it would be. She was taking her new role as a submissive seriously and he couldn't be prouder of her improvement. She was learning new things almost daily and putting them into practice right away. Yes Chelsea was becoming quite a well-trained and obedient submissive. It would seem as though Professor Diederich had chosen his assistant and his submissive...
Novels"What is this?" Chelsea asked as they entered the dark, cavernous building. Once her eyes adjusted to the rooms' dim light, she was able to make out a bar area at one end of the building, several small square tables with white table cloths, a few bigger tables with white tablecloths for larger parties, and a large stage at the other end of the building. Along one wall, next to the stage, was a long wooden bench. There were about a dozen people sitting on the wooden bench, mostly women, but all...
Novels"Go upstairs slut and get cleaned up. Put on that surprise outfit you bought today and get yourself prepared. I will have you tonight and I want you looking your best," he told her. "Yes, Master," she said smiling broadly, and she got up from where she had been resting after her previous orgasm. She had been trying to give him a blowjob, pleasuring him with her mouth. However, he had turned the tables on her and it was her now that was recovering from an intense orgasm. She walked into the...
Novels"OH MY GOD!!" Chelsea exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth, as her eyes scanned the contents of the basement. Before her was a sight straight out of a horror movie. Professor Diederich's basement was a fully functioning BDSM dungeon! Chelsea stood there, mouth agape, on the landing next to the Professor. "So what do you think of my little basement dungeon, Chelsea?" he said. "I, I don't know," she said, still in shock. "Well, I have collected the items you see here for many years. They...
NovelsTheir trip to California came to an end all too soon. Before they knew it, it was time to leave and head back home to Chicago. Before leaving, Master went to the organization that hosted the seminar he spoke at to thank them for their hospitality and for inviting him to speak. While he was gone, Chelsea concentrated on packing and getting them ready to head back home. She wished they could have stayed longer - there was so much more she wanted to see and do. But they did have to return, there...
NovelsA couple days into their trip, Chelsea and the Professor are enjoying an early morning romp. He had woken up with a raging hard-on and Chelsea was only too pleased to help him with it. "Oooh Master, what have you got there?" Chelsea said, taking hold of his hard cock through his pajama bottoms. Chelsea wasn't allowed to wear anything to bed at home, but here she was allowed a big oversize t-shirt to wear which hung down just above mid thigh when she stood up. He rolled her onto her back with...
NovelsThe Professor finished his speaking engagement successfully, but before he and Chelsea headed back to Chicago, he decided to take in a show at the Los Angeles Theatre Center. It was a small off-Broadway play production, nothing real famous, but she had never seen a real theatre production and he wanted to show her a little "culture" while they were there in L.A. He picked this particular show because it wasn't something she would miss out on if she got...distracted. Which is exactly what he had...
NovelsShe received the post on Monday and she tore the envelope open excitedly. She had been waiting for this for what seemed like forever! Quickly she read through the letter, searching for the answer she hoped was in it. There it was, she had been accepted! Chelsea Bell had applied to a well known college in the United States to study. She had chosen this school, partially for its reputation for having a good sociology program. She wanted to become a criminal sociologist. But she had also chosen a...
NovelsChelsea was troubled; while she enjoyed spending time with her Professor and Master, she wondered why after several meetings, nights together, and sexual games, he hadn't actually fucked her! Now Chelsea wasn't an "easy" girl - it wasn't like she expected a guy to put the moves on her on the first date. She was a shy, small-town British girl, and she was brought up to be a "nice girl". But even nice girls have desires! And Master had shown he knew what he was doing in pleasing a woman! So why...
NovelsThe cab pulled up in front of their home. "Wake up my dear, we are home," he said, gently nudging the sleeping Chelsea. She had fallen asleep on his lap on the ride home. She roused, her disheveled hair falling in her face. "I'm sorry for falling asleep on your lap, Master," she said, brushing her strawberry hair out of her eyes. "That's ok little one - you were pretty tired on the plane. And the whole trip has been pretty hectic. It's only understandable that you would be tired." "Thank you...
NovelsTheir trip to California came to an end all too soon. Before they knew it, it was time to leave and head back home to Chicago. Before leaving, Master went to the organization that hosted the seminar he spoke at to thank them for their hospitality and for inviting him to speak. While he was gone, Chelsea concentrated on packing and getting them ready to head back home. She wished they could have stayed longer – there was so much more she wanted to see and do. But they did have to return, there...
‘OH MY GOD!!’ Chelsea exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth, as her eyes scanned the contents of the basement. Before her was a sight straight out of a horror movie. Professor Diederich’s basement was a fully functioning BDSM dungeon! Chelsea stood there, mouth agape, on the landing next to the Professor. ‘So what do you think of my little basement dungeon, Chelsea?’ he said. ‘I, I don’t know,’ she said, still in shock. ‘Well, I have collected the items you see here for many years. They...
It had been almost a month since Chelsea had been collared and living with her Professor and Master was more than she could have ever hoped it would be. She was taking her new role as a submissive seriously and he couldn’t be prouder of her improvement. She was learning new things almost daily and putting them into practice right away. Yes Chelsea was becoming quite a well-trained and obedient submissive. It would seem as though Professor Diederich had chosen his assistant and his submissive...
A couple days into their trip, Chelsea and the Professor are enjoying an early morning romp. He had woken up with a raging hard-on and Chelsea was only too pleased to help him with it. ‘Oooh Master, what have you got there?’ Chelsea said, taking hold of his hard cock through his pajama bottoms. Chelsea wasn’t allowed to wear anything to bed at home, but here she was allowed a big oversize t-shirt to wear which hung down just above mid thigh when she stood up. He rolled her onto her back with...
Chelsea couldn’t be happier. She had finally summoned up the courage to confess her feelings for her Master and found that he returned them in kind. In addition, she had passed all her classes with flying colors, which meant she was set for the following year, her tuition grant still firmly intact. But for now, next years classes were the last thing on her mind. It was springtime in Chicago and she was looking forward to summertime fun and activities. She didn’t have the money to join the other...
Chelsea was troubled, while she enjoyed spending time with her Professor and Master, she wondered why after several meetings, nights together, and sexual games, he hadn’t actually fucked her! Now Chelsea wasn’t an ‘easy’ girl – it wasn’t like she expected a guy to put the moves on her on the first date. She was a shy, small-town British girl, and she was brought up to be a ‘nice girl’. But even nice girls have desires! And Master had shown he knew what he was doing in pleasing a woman! So why...
Chelsea was making dinner one night a few weeks after their picnic romp. It was one of her Master’s favorite dishes, a pot roast, and she wanted it to come out perfect. Finally she had finished cooking it and while it ‘rested’ on the counter top, she went to his study to see if he was ready for dinner. ‘Master?’ she said, tapping lightly on the door. ‘Enter.’ ‘Dinner is about ready, Master,’ she said, coming up and standing beside the desk, her head lowered and her hands clasped together in...
Professor Diederich dropped Chelsea off at her dorm the next morning. He had to be at the university early to prepare for class and Chelsea’s first class wasn’t until the second period of the day. So she had plenty of time to shower, change, and prepare for the day. She went to her first class of the day, which was Professor Diederich’s class. As the class let out, she walked up to his desk. She waited until the room was clear before talking to him. ‘Professor, would you like me to stop by...
It had been two weeks since she left school and she was excited to get back. She had missed her Master terribly, there was no Internet except at the local library, and it seemed to always be busy. So she had only been able to email him once since she had been gone. The bus ride from the airport to the college seemed to be the longest part of her trip back, but finally she was back on campus. Since it was still fairly early in the afternoon, Chelsea quickly went to her room and called her...
She received the post on Monday and she tore the envelope open excitedly. She had been waiting for this for what seemed like forever! Quickly she read through the letter, searching for the answer she hoped was in it. There it was, she had been accepted! Chelsea Bell had applied to a well known college in the United States to study. She had chosen this school, partially for its reputation for having a good sociology program. She wanted to become a criminal sociologist. But she had also chosen a...
‘What is this?’ Chelsea asked as they entered the dark, cavernous building. Once her eyes adjusted to the rooms’ dim light, she was able to make out a bar area at one end of the building, several small square tables with white table cloths, a few bigger tables with white tablecloths for larger parties, and a large stage at the other end of the building. Along one wall, next to the stage, was a long wooden bench. There were about a dozen people sitting on the wooden bench, mostly women, but all...
The Professor finished his speaking engagement successfully, but before he and Chelsea headed back to Chicago, he decided to take in a show at the Los Angeles Theatre Center. It was a small off-Broadway play production, nothing real famous, but she had never seen a real theatre production and he wanted to show her a little ‘culture’ while they were there in L.A. He picked this particular show because it wasn’t something she would miss out on if she got…distracted. Which is exactly what he had...
The cab pulled up in front of their home. ‘Wake up my dear, we are home,’ he said, gently nudging the sleeping Chelsea. She had fallen asleep on his lap on the ride home. She roused, her disheveled hair falling in her face. ‘I’m sorry for falling asleep on your lap, Master,’ she said, brushing her strawberry hair out of her eyes. ‘That’s ok little one – you were pretty tired on the plane. And the whole trip has been pretty hectic. It’s only understandable that you would be tired.’ ‘Thank you...
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