0 comments/ 18839 views/ 1 favorites Domination Ch. 02 By: dan57 Marine had fallen under the spell of a young creep who had fucked her repeatedly before stealing all her money. He then informed her husband to provoke her divorce and deprive her of any help. He was planning to force her to sell all her properties to his benefit. Afterward, he intended to prostitute her. She confided to her friend Kira who requested Kyrhan's help. The creep was arrested by French Police but Kyrhan feared retaliation against Marine. He proposed to hire her for his hotel staff and he flew back to India with his wife Kira and the young woman he would like to add to his blossoming harem. ---------------------------------------- The flight to New Delhi in First Class was far from over-crowded : a couple of aged English people and Kyrhan with Kira and Marine The monsoon season was a good reason for this low frequentation. Kyrhan had obtained as usual seats in the first row while the English people had chosen the last row near the exit. In such conditions, with very little chances of being watched, the Prince and his wife indulged often in kinky games. The presence of Marine with them would just add some spice to it and it would be a good start for Marine's education. He reclined in his armchair. - Kira, I would appreciate if you would take care of my prick. I've a hard on since we lifted off and it's rather painful! - Immediately, darling! Sorry, Marine, my husband requires my urgent help! Marine was very puzzled : She knew her friend Kira was the wife of Dan F, a French citizen. Marine had attended their wedding but Kira had presented to the police officer at the airport an Indian passport. She had also changed just before leaving Dan's home into a red saree glittering with gold and embroideries as she had done often for several years now. Her belly was lewdly displayed as usual. Marine had also noticed that just before leaving, Kira had spread a few rose petals in a bowl at the foot of a statue of an elaborate idol half elephant and half man. Clearly, Kira had some facets of her life her friend of many years didn't know. Kira had reached into Kyrhan's exotic clothes, extracting a huge almost inhuman cock Marine had experienced a few days before. He was very skilled, calm, caring with it and it had left her completely sated and euphoric : He really knew what to do to poor small European women. She had found the courage of inquiring to Kira, not knowing he was her husband. - Kira dear. I expected to be split in two or even quite sore after he had fucked me such a long time but I didn't. How is it possible? - Quite simple, dear : He just made you very wet by caressing you. Then he proceeded very slowly to stretch you painlessly. - But he is so richly endowed. . . - You've seen babies just after birth : they are much bigger even than Kyrhan. So any woman can take any big cock. It's just a problem of having the man patient enough to have her stretched enough for penetration. Kyrhan could easily work you out enough to take a horse stallion! - Maybe but how comes I didn't get even sore. He fucked me so many times! - If you're wet enough, you'll never get sore and the cum keeps you lubricated and nice to fuck for him and ready to be fucked. If you had been using condoms, it would have been quite different! - A good lesson for me. I've always liked well endowed men but refrained to let them have their way with me fearing they would hurt me! Marine returned her attention to what Kira was doing with Kyrhan's cock. Seats in first class can be inclined nearly flat, transforming them in rather comfortable beds. Kira was deep-throating Kyrhan's cock and he was moaning continuously on approval of her ministrations. He was so big that she had to stop regularly and pull him out to breathe before swallowing him again, caressing on the way the very sensitive rim of his helmet and drawing deeper moans from Kyrhan in the process. Kira knew perfectly him and was able to keep him on the edge as long as she wanted. It was a war of will before them : would he order her to finish him as he could not stand the challenge any more or would she be forced to make him cum by her aching jaws? Usually, it was Kyrhan who won but Marine was not at that time intimate enough with the couple to know it. Kyrhan won once more. When he finally spewed his semen deep into his wife's throat, he was still hard and quite proudly erect. Kira was not surprised as it was often the case when he knew that just another pretty woman was ready to service him. Kira swallowed a last time and stood up. She offered Marine her place. The young woman was afraid by the challenge. She didn't think she would be able to take such a big cock so deep in her throat. Kira calmed her down : - Kyrhan is very careful with women, you should know it, Marine! Let him steer you. He will push you to your present limits but never further. I never had taken such a big cock in my mouth and when he initiated me into it, I never even have choked. He slowly pushed my limits until I could take him to the hilt. Trust him : he is the best mentor you could have wished! Marine kneed between Kyrhan's legs and followed obediently his instructions. She began to kiss the purple head, smelling a remnant of Kira's intimate odor. She knew it since they had shared a holiday in Provence in the south of France a few months before. Dan was accompanying them. They had chosen a secluded spot in the middle of a lavander field and the girls had stripped completely to complete their tanning. After one hour, Kira had left for a short walk with Dan. When she came back, she was out of breath and slightly disheveled but she was smiling lovingly to Dan. When she stretched on the straw mat, Marine had noticed that her twat was glistening, slightly open and she smelled an unusual odor Marine would have described as the smell of a freshly fucked woman. She had compared it with her own when the freak who was controlling her had used her body but it was quite different, more acrid while Kira's was mellow, making Marine salivate. This time, Kyrhan just made her take his whole knob into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it for a long time. He then told her to try to swallow him as deep as she could. He warned her that as soon as she felt the first twinges of nausea or asphyxia, she was to pull back immediately and resume licking his cock. She managed to take just five inches before she choked but that seemed to please Kyrhan who told her to bob her head on his knob while pressing it with her clenched lips. - OK, lass. I'm about to shoot a big load into your mouth. I would like you to swallow it all or, at least, as much as you can. A few seconds later, Marine felt as if someone had opened a faucet in her mouth that was filling with a creamy and sticky gooey. In her limited experience, no man had ever creamed so much and it was his second time in a row. This Kyrhan was a man quite different from all those she had ever met. If all Indian men were of the same kind, she would never return in Europe! During the rest of the flight, Kira informed her friend of all the intricacies of her life, how she was now alternatively Kheyrah F., Dan's wife and Kira Chowdhury, princess Singh, Kyrhan's legitimate wife. Marine was completely amazed to discover those facets of her friend of old she would never have imagined. She suspected that Kira had other secrets she would reveal her in due time. When they arrived in Delhi, they were greeted by a well built man Marine felt instantly insecure with. He had the same gait that the man who wanted to prostitute her in France and from whom clutches Kyrhan had rescued her. The man joined his hands and inclined before Kyrhan and Kira before saluting with just a slight inclination Marine. She knew that it was a formal salutation there, called a Namaste. Kira had taught her how to do it in the plane and she returned the greeting, bowing somewhat deeper than the man had done. He smiled back. Kira went toward him and hugged him closely. - Hello, Rajiv, nice to meet you again! - Hello, Princess! Was your trip to France pleasant? Kyrhan and Kira seemed to know that Rajiv rather well if they had informed him of their travel to France and if Kira was hugging him in public that way. Public contact is frowned upon in India as it is in many other countries in the far East. Rajiv led them to a car. He placed the wallets in the trunk and opened a door for Kyrhan and Kira but proposed only the passenger seat beside the driver to Marine. Marine was somewhat flustered of having been denied a seat with Kira. Rajiv apologized in a few words : - Sorry, miss but the Prince is a member of the government. When in India, that implies some decorum and only the princess may accompany him. Otherwise, gossips would flourish in a bunch of newspapers. They are VIP hereby and even more so when we will be at the palace. Rajiv was right. When they approached their destination, more and more people saluted the prince and cheered for the return of the princess. Kira seemed very popular in the vicinity. The whole staff of the hotel was aligned at the entrance to greet them. Rajiv brought their luggage to the door of the personal apartments of the prince. Kira gave him instructions : - Rajiv let my luggage in the hall. I will sort them tomorrow but help Marine to the room number seven, it's the first unnamed room on the main passageway. Then come back here, I would require your help if it's possible. - For you, princess, I am always ready to help. Kira ordered refreshments for the three of them and she even prepared herself a special cocktail for Rajiv, an unusual treat for a mere servant, Marine noted. When Rajiv came back, Kira offered him his drink. - I remember it was the drink you preferred when we first met on the bus when you showed me the wonders of India. - Yes, princess, I remember those moments fondly and thanks for the drink. You had always the knack for it! - Rajiv, our young friend Marine is completely ignorant to our ways of life in this house. Would you be kind enough to initiate her to our customs? - My pleasure, princess! May I inquire how much time do you afford me? - Say one week for the preliminary roughening, a month for more advanced training and a hefty reward for you when she is able to hold her office at the hotel. She will be in charge of international visits, promotion, organization and reception. You'll work directly for her quite often when you will guide foreign visitors. - She will be my boss? It will be a real pleasure to tame her! - Stop : you may have her service you or even get somewhat rough with her but the Prince has already earmarked her for his harem. Marine felt compelled to rebel. - His harem! What are you plotting with Rajiv? I don't want to be locked in some Oriental harem! - Marine, shut up for Ganesh' sake! Kyrhan has already claimed you several times in France and when I offered you to suck him during the flight, you were quite eager to comply. You're technically already one of the women of his harem as myself but I can promise you that you'll be as free as I am, freer that you have ever been! Marine's anger vanished progressively as reason prevailed. Kira never looked like some old fashion ottoman harem woman. When she had calmed down, Kira showed her the photograph taken when Kyrhan had gathered all the women of his so called harem, explaining who each woman was and who she was married to. Marine was still more bewildered. - I don't understand : all these men accept to be cuckolded in front of their eyes. It's impossible! - You should know that some men love to be cuckolded and watch their women being fucked by strangers but our husbands are different : They were living quite normal lives with their wives with sexual relations just getting scarcer and scarcer with the routine. - It's said to be normal for old couples, isn't it? - Yes, but Kyrhan has rekindled the lust in all our couples. Look at my own case : Dan and me were down to fucking once or twice a week only. Since I've met Kyrhan, I need at least to be fucked three times a day and occasionally up to twenty or more. Let's say it amounts to a mean value of twenty a week. - But Kyrhan takes a good part of it. - Even if Kyrhan takes the half of it, Dan's share has been multiplied by a factor of five to ten and increasing with time : I'm getting hornier with the years. Do you think Dan would have reason to complain? Moreover, he has regularly occasions to do another of Kyrhan's girls, a dream for most men. I can certify you my French husband is perfectly happy with the arrangement. You will just have to ask him next time he comes here. - You may be right. He didn't look stressed at the Orly airport. - Sure. I've asked Rajiv to give you a basic education as he had done years ago with me. I'm sure he will loosen you sufficiently to really like what will arrive to you. I can give you a very good advice : obey Rajiv to the letter and enjoy yourself! So Marine waited patiently in her bedroom for Rajiv to come and fetch her. He let her wait a full hour. Marine was dozing off when Rajiv entered suddenly. She jumped to her feet, startled. Rajiv was carrying packs of new clothes he presented her. Marine just recognized a tunic with baggy trousers, tight to the ankles, other very slim stretch trousers, long skirts along with the rather classical sarees and cholis similar to the one Kira had worn on the flight to India. - Try them on! I'll show you how to wear them as you put them on. - OK, wait here, I'll change in the bathroom! - No chance, miss : you'll change in this room and I'll attend to you! - I don't want to appear nude in front of a servant! - The princess Kira has often appeared nude in front of me and she serviced me many times. You're no better than she was so, pff with your clothes and no discussion! Marine remembered that Kira had told her to obey strictly to Rajiv and she decided to abide his instructions finally. She unbuttoned her white shirt and pulled down with just a second of hesitation her long flowing skirt. She was now wearing only her bra and panties. The weather had been too hot to wear pantyhose or stockings. Rajiv was getting impatient. . . - Strip completely, Marine! You'll wear only Indian clothes from now on! Quite reluctantly, she unclasped the hooks of her bra and put it on the chair above her blouse and skirt. - No need to fold your clothes. Just put them in the garbage bin. You'll never need them anymore! - But they are nearly new and rather expensive : the blouse is in silk! - You'll wear from now on only Indian silk : the quality is much better and the price is much lower! Now take off your panties, Marine! Pull it down and let me see your cunt at last! Marine obeyed slowly. She peeled her panties from her mound and pulled it down reluctantly. Her hairy pubic fur finally came into view. Rajiv applauded. Marine had a very nice cunt, meticulously trimmed on the side and around her pussy, exposing her labia and her clit but very thick elsewhere. Marine was blushing deeply : - My former lover trimmed it this way himself. I had no choice but to obey. He thought that men would be attracted by my bare cunt lips . - And he was damn right but the Prince prefers it as bare as the skin of a baby. So before I've finished with you, your bush will be memory and will stay so for the coming years. - Do you imply that Kyrhan wants to keep me? But if he has six women in his harem, he doesn't need me! - Don't be so sure of it : His wife Kira lives in France half the time, his niece Ranu is studying there too, Leena lives in England most of the time, Preeti is in Australia, Sunita manages a company in the States and Swapna has a rather jealous boyfriend. Kyrhan would be delighted to have a stay at home girl in his harem, wouldn't you think so? Rajiv had brought a CD of Indian music and the room was soon filled by a rythmic beat accompanying a high pitched female singer. The sound was entrancing and inviting to dance in unison. Marine surprised herself by swinging in tune in front of Rajiv. It was the first time in her life that she was dancing in front of a man, a nearly stranger to her, in the nude! Rajiv broke her from her trance. - Get your right hand on your bush. Find your clit with your middle finger. Good! Now rotate your finger around it. No, slower but press on it a bit harder! Continue, now. your rhythm is good! Marina was now fingering herself to the music. From time to time, her hands wandered about, sliding up and down along her twat that was already glistening with her vaginal fluids. Rajiv's cock was aching, ready to enter that very wet pussy that beaconed to him. He quietly removed his clothes, explaining her it was a dhoti, a traditional Indian cloth for men. She would have to know all the names of the different Indian garments for men and women. In her job, she would also be expected to change often. - The Princess has chosen for you a bedroom with a wide dressing room. You will need it : sarees, kameez, lehenga, choli and your accessories : dupatta, bindi and so on. An Indian woman entering in a wealthy family should have a rather important wardrobe! Rajiv couldn't wait any longer. He pushed Marine onto the bed. His hands explored all the recesses of her tight white body, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the roundness and firmness of her breasts that really looked like half melons. When he touched her nipples, they grew instantly erect from his touch but the cool air in the room had had its influence. Rajiv marveled at the whiteness of her skin. - Your skin is even whiter than the princess was when I educated her! Kyrhan will enjoy fucking you. - He has already done it several times. It was true that in comparison, Rajiv's skin was almost black. His hands offered a total contrast with her white skin as he ran them on her face and breasts. He couldn't take his eyes from the swollen tits he fondled eagerly. Her nipples were swelling even more from his attentions. Marine didn't know what she was expected to do, just moaning when the intensity of the feelings in her breasts or her belly reached peaks. She didn't try to conceal the fact that she was immensely enjoying what he was doing to her body. Rajiv would be her second Indian lover after Kyrhan and both of them had made a stupendous impression on her. Kyrhan alone would have been sufficient for her to move to India and live there for the rest of her life but what if many other Indian men turned her on in the same way? She couldn't spend the next years in India whoring around from one man to another! Rajiv stretched on the bed beside Marine and cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing her flesh to make them jut forward. He leaned to watch her tits more closely. His wet mouth slowly went in contact with the nipple as hard as marble. Marine moaned in delight. This girl was really hot. Rajiv's huge hands went exploring Marine's body roaming literally from knee to forehead. He was listening carefully to her moans, groans, grunts, finding all her hot spots, a knowledge that would be invaluable for him later. His thin lips were also busy exploring the curves of her shoulders, neck and the delicate orbs of her ears. When he caressed them with the tip of his tongue, she began purring like a kitten. She was now panting as ifshe couldn't find enough air for her needs. Her nipples were peaking trying to poke through his chest. He nibbed them a little with his teeth. She didn't try tu pish him away. On the contrary, she pushed her breasts toward him, offering them completely to his teasing mouth and teeth. Rajiv thought that he could not deny himself a release any longer. His cock was as hard as it could be, as erect as it had been when Prince Kyrhan had given him the pretty French tourist Kira to educate. It had been a real pleasure and this new trainee promised to be as enjoyable to fuck and humiliate in order to teach her her proper place. He had better hurry up things : He could cum any time now. He positioned himself between her spread out legs. He didn't need to push them : she had parted her legs wide even before he had fallen on his knees. She was probably more eager to fuck than he was. Domination Ch. 02 Part I may be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/domination-15 Chapter Four To be perfectly honest, I was a little overwhelmed by the possibilities. I mean, having another human being ready and willing to do whatever you ask? There are just too many things. Of course, my mind immediately turned toward the more sexual ends toward which I could put Jake. The first thing I wanted to do was let that tongue do its nimble work. Even exhausted as I was from coming so many times in a single day, my refractory period was mercifully short, and I was greedy for that tongue. I sat up, looking down at the man kneeling on the carpet before me. "Here's my first order," I said, crossing my arms. "Take off all your clothes. Except for your boxers." He obeyed, giving me a little-boy look that was fucking heartrending and erotic. As he undressed, I climbed into a standing position, turned my back to him, and bent forward so that he could see the cleft of my pussy playing peekaboo while I slid my skirt down over my hips and kicked it to the side. Then I knelt back down on the bed and turned over onto my back again. I spread my legs to give him a good view, and started idly touching myself as I watched him hastily unzip his pants and bend to pull off his socks. His cock strained against the front of his black boxers. When he was finished, he knelt before the bed again. I stripped off my shirt, leaving just the bustier, garters, and stockings. Then I stood and walked over to him. He almost looked like he was drooling, with my pussy so close to his face. "Now lie down on the bed." "Yes, mistress." He looked longingly at my legs, and did as he was told. "Settle in, now. You're going to be there for awhile." He eagerly set about adjusting the pillows so that his head and neck were comfortable. It was obvious what he was hoping for. I just happened to be hoping for the same thing. I crawled up onto the bed and stood over him for a moment, my feet on either side of his hips. With one stockinged foot, I made a slow trail up the inside of his leg to his balls, where I lingered for a moment. Then I circled the tip of his cock with my toe. His cock was almost purple, it was so engorged. He squirmed beneath my touch, impatient for what was to come. Finally, I planted a foot next to either shoulder and knelt down carefully. He thrust his head up to receive his prize, already greedy. "No no," I chided, giving him a finger to suck on instead. "You don't start until I say." "Yes, Mistress," he mouthed around my finger. His tongue busily flicked and sucked. He was showing off. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I looked down at him. Slowly, I lowered myself down so that my pussy was mere inches from his mouth. I could feel the heat of his breath, and the sensation was almost as intense as being touched. He quickly flicked his tongue up and hit the bullseye of my clit. "Hey! What did I tell you?" I scolded, leaning back to slap the head of his cock. He jumped, then let his head fall back again. "Not until I tell you to start." I let my wet pussy hover over his face in this way for fifteen minutes. I watched the clock. It was only after my thighs started to tremble from the awkward position. Finally, I began to lower myself inch by inch so that his mouth was so close to my cunt that I could feel the moisture now as well as the heat of his breathing. He groaned and writhed beneath me. "Please," he breathed, his hot exhalation warming my already-engorged clit. "Please, Mistress..." Abruptly, I relaxed the muscles in my legs and sat down fully on his face. Without hesitation, his tongue began its work. I arched my back, grinding my cunt into his face, moaning with the pleasure of the delicious sensations he was eliciting. He began by lightly circling my clit with his tongue, and my body shuddered of its own volition in response. Next, he made longer, harder strokes from my sopping hole up to the little lip overhanging my clitoris. I rocked back and forth, pressing myself against his tongue. He was making low grunts, slightly thrusting his hips behind me. I glanced back, and his cock looked like it was throbbing, his balls tight against the base. He must be aching for release, I thought. I reached back and lightly flicked the sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft, and he shuddered. I laughed. "Having a hard time controlling yourself?" I goaded. "That's pretty pathetic. Can't even manage a few minutes of eating pussy with that filthy mouth of yours without nearly losing it?" I ground myself harder and more cruelly onto his face, and he responded by thrusting his tongue as far inside my cunt as he could, shoving and retracting it hard and fast. I gasped, and when he licked his way back up to my clit and began furiously sucking, I had a thunderous orgasm, the waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I screamed and shuddered as he continued sucking my clit, hard, and I came again. I braced both hands against the wall in front of me, and pressed myself down even more firmly. He responded by fucking my pussy harder with his tongue, and increasing the fury of his sucking and licking so that it was hard to believe that a human mouth was doing all that work. I was shivering uncontrollably, goosebumps covering my skin, as I had orgasm after screaming orgasm, my mind shooting out of my body and somewhere into the stratosphere. After the seventh or eighth orgasm, I became something less than myself, or something more: a creature devoted only to its own pleasure, willing to use any means to get it - including the man writhing beneath me, working his tongue and his mouth furiously on my hot, wet cunt. It didn't just feel like my mind left my body - all rational thought ceased and I became something wild, something animalistic and driven. As Jake pressed me on, I kept coming and coming and coming until the waves built upon themselves into a typhoon, and suddenly I was experiencing one continuous orgasm. I gasped and moaned, unable to catch my breath. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and abruptly rose to stand on quivering legs above him. I looked down, and saw that his face was slick with fluids from my cunt. His tongue lapped at them hungrily, his pupils dilated, his cock shuddering between his legs. He began to touch himself then, and I moved down so that my back was to him, pinning his hands by his sides. He fought me, grunting, and I grasped a hand in each wrist and put my full body weight on him. I placed my knees on the insides of his elbows. Still trying to catch my breath, I scolded, "That was unauthorized. How should I punish you?" He panted, "Maybe you should - -" "Shut up, bitch!" I yelled. I was shocked at the ferocity of my own fury, and that I had called him a bitch. But it was fitting. He had begged me, pathetically, to use him. He was under my command, and I would take no shit. "Hmm..." I mused, my mind racing in a thousand directions. "Don't. Fucking. MOVE." I ordered, climbing off of him, and the bed. I walked over to the coat that I had flung over the back of the chair next to the television, and took a look around the room while I dug in the pocket. A curtain divided the bedroom from a sitting room, and the windows looked out onto Commonwealth Avenue below. If someone were looking into the room from the building across the street, they would have been able to see the whole thing. I found what I was looking for in my pocket: a hair elastic. I set it on the TV stand. I reached down and unhooked my stockings from their garters. Then I sat and slowly drew them off, bunching each as I went along. I shook them out carefully, one at a time, then draped them over my coat. Next, I reached around to the hook closures of my bustier, and undid them one by one, with my back turned to Jake. Then I peeled it off my sweaty body, enjoying the sensation of my pert breasts swinging free. I shook my hair out and ran a hand through it, feeling the accumulated sweat of multiple orgasms. "I need to take a shower," I said, without looking at him. "But first..." I had never used a cock ring with any of my conquests, but I knew about them. I picked up the hair elastic, which was hot pink, and approached the bed. "Stay still," I said. "This won't hurt. At least, it shouldn't..." He obliged, craning his neck to see what I was doing. First, I looped the elastic around his balls and twisted it. Then I looped it a few more times and stretched it with my fingers so that it was large enough to fit over his sizeable cock. I made a tunnel with my fingers, the elastic looped around them, and spit on my palm before slowly my hand down over his cock until the head hid my hand. I moved my hand clockwise slowly, then counter clockwise, not letting the improved cockring slip onto the base yet. The saliva warmed quickly to the temperature of his steaming hot dick, and he began writhing from the effects of my ministrations. I twisted and twisted, as if opening and closing a door knob, until I felt the beads of pre-cum dribble down the insides of my fingers. At this signal, I increased the rhythm of my motions. Jake began thrusting his hips slightly and groaned, clenching and unclenching his fists against the bedspread. Just when his thrusting became most insistent, I pressed down hard with my palm and opened my fingers like the petals of a blooming flower. The elastic pulled tight at his balls and snapped hard around the base of his cock. "Ohhhh..." he groaned. "Please..." I gave the head a slap for good measure. "Come with me," I ordered. "You need to get clean too, you pathetic little slut." Chapter Five I turned the shower up high, letting the stream of water become scalding before stepping in. I had always liked my showers brutally hot, and never really felt clean unless they left my skin red and scrubbed. Jake stood by the sink, staring at my body like a lost little boy. His pupils were still dilated, and he was practically drooling. "What are you looking at?" I challenged. "Only real men get to touch this body. Only real men get to fuck this pussy. And you, my dear, are hardly a real man." He blushed, and the pretty pink color spread up from his neck to his hairline, but blotches also broke out on his chest, his tight stomach, and his well-muscled arms. His cock throbbed visibly. Oh. So he liked to be humiliated, too. I stored away this tidbit for later, then ordered him into the shower. "First," I explained, "You are going to lick my pussy clean. Then you are going to shampoo and condition my hair. Finally, you will slowly and gently wash every inch of my body. If you do well, you may kneel in the shower and suck my toes. Got that?" He nodded enthusiastically. "What?" "Y-yes, mistress. Mistress, may I have your permission to come?" "No, you may not have my permission," I scolded. "Don't ask again." "But mistress, my cock - -" "Are you really talking about that pathetic little worm of yours?" I challenged, holding up a pinkie finger to demonstrate how unimpressed I was with his length and girth. "You aren't a real men. Only real men and good little girls will be permitted to come. And only when I say." Little girl? I thought, bewildered. Where did that come from? A brief snippet of a long-ago late-night chat flashed through my mind. Did he tell me he was into that? The shame thing? "Get in the shower," I told him. He stepped in, that ridiculous penis bobbing absurdly as he did. He put his back to the stream of the shower and knelt. I stepped in after him and presented my pussy for him. "Lick it clean, now," I said. "You got it all wet and dirty." He sighed, and went to work, starting with the insides of my thighs as hot water poured down his face. He did first one thigh, then the other. Then he started at the top of my cunt and licked inside its folds, finishing with an insouciant thrust into my hole. I slapped his face for that. "Now, now. I said clean it, not tongue-fuck it. In a way, I don't blame you, because your tongue is the only part that will ever get to fuck me. But don't do it again." He nodded, and continued his task. When he was finished, he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and stood. "Do it like the shampoo girl at the salon," I instructed, turning my back to him. He worked the soap slowly through my long hair, gently massaging my scalp with his fingers until I sighed with pleasure. I felt my pussy growing hot and tight again, throbbing insistently for yet more relief. He gently tilted my head back to rinse it, then applied the conditioner in long strokes, massaging my scalp again. He was mere inches from me, and his cock pressed against the cleft of my ass. After awhile, I noticed that he was rocking his hips slightly so that it slipped up and into the cleft. I let this go on for a minute until I could hear his breathing quicken to a pre-orgasm rhythm, then abruptly turned around and smacked his cock with the back of my hand. "Bad little worm!" I scolded, then reached outside of the shower for a washcloth, and handed it to him with a bottle of verbena-scented soap, turning to face him. "Now wash me well," I said. "Start up here." I cupped my breasts and presented them to him. He licked his lips, eyes downcast. He poured soap onto the white cloth and lathered it up before, hands trembling, he applied it to the tops of my breasts. He used both hands, one with the washcloth, and made gentle circular motions. His bare hand and the soap felt incredible on my breasts, especially when he ran his thumb over my erect nipples. I slid my hands down my stomach and started touching my clit, closing my eyes and letting the sensations take over. He washed my breasts for a good five minutes while I moaned and touched myself, inserting a finger now and then to increase my pleasure. My pussy was luxuriously warm and soft, clenching around my long fingers. Finally, I opened my eyes. He had stopped washing me, and was just staring. At least he wasn't jerking off. "Okay," I said, turning. "Now my back, then my ass." He obeyed, working a light massage into his cleaning. I thrust my ass toward him, daring him to press his cock against me. He was a good boy, and with what must have taken enormous discipline, kept his body parts off of mine. When he reached my ass, his fingers lingered over my tight asshole, then slipped inside my pussy for a moment. I let him get away with it. "Now, my pussy," I said, and he knelt to thoroughly wash my cunt. "Next, my legs," I said, and he looked up worshipfully, as if he had just been given the best reward imaginable. He lifted my leg gently and placed it on his knee as he crouched, reverentially stroking my leg with soap more times than necessary. When he got down to my foot, he soaped and rinsed it twice, then looked up at me pleadingly. "May I, mistress?" he pleaded, glancing at my toes. "Not yet," I replied. "Do the other leg." Once he was done with the other leg and foot, he stood and awaited further instructions. "Wash yourself. And don't you fuck with that cock ring. I'm going to get out and get dried. Remember: you do not have permission to come." He groaned in exasperation, but began soaping his own hair. I dried off hastily, applied verbena-scented lotion all over my body, then shrugged on one of the hotel's luxuriously soft white robes. I washed my face in the sink, letting the makeup run down the drain. Then I quickly blow-dried my hair. When Jake stepped out, I handed him a towel. His dick was reddish-purple, and huger than ever. I gave it a tap with two fingers before he wrapped himself up and began drying off. While he dried his own hair, I walked out of the bathroom and returned with the bustier and stockings. "When you're all dry, put these on," I advised him. "If you want, I can help you fasten the top." He blushed even more furiously at this than ever. "But Mistress, the privilege..." "That's right, it is a privilege. Don't make me second-guess it." I opened the door and grabbed my black purse from the TV stand. "I also want you to make yourself look pretty. If you do a terrible job on your makeup, I will force you to shower and start over. And don't you dare put runs in those stockings. Handle them carefully." He was in the bathroom for nearly an hour, while I luxuriated in my post-orgasm bliss in front of the television. While I waited, I called room service and ordered two bottles of champagne to be delivered ASAP. Jake still hadn't emerged when I heard the knock at the door. "Coming," I called, tying my robe tightly around my waist. I fluffed my hair and walked over to the bathroom. "Are you ready yet?" I asked. "Come out now and go sit in the armchair by the window." Jake's face appeared, perfectly made-up, his mouth painted whore-red with a lipstick I rarely wore. "You look so pretty!" I gasped, honestly meaning it. He had transformed his face into an artful facsimile of a woman's, and had even attempted to simulate breasts by pushing together the skin over his pecs to create a little bit of cleavage. "Come out here so I can see you, beautiful." He looked down, suddenly shy. "But Mistress, isn't there someone at the door?" "Yes," I replied. "Maybe I'll let him see how pretty you are, too." He balked at this, blinking back the tears that sprang suddenly to his eyes, making them burn even bluer. "Oh, honey, don't cry. Every pretty girl deserves to be appreciated," I reassured him. "Now do as I say," I ordered, lowering my voice slightly so that he would know I meant business. "But...I'm not ready for...please don't make me...Bec..." "What did you call me?" I nearly smacked the blush off of his face. A lone tear coursed down his cheek, a trail of mascara following it. "Mistress..." he said softly. His shoulders slumped in resignation. "Go sit down on the chair by the window," I told him, "and don't try to cover yourself up." The knock came again at the door. "Be right there!" I called. Jake sat down. "Now cross your legs like a lady," I said. He obeyed. I slid the curtain closed behind me, leaving it slightly open. "Don't you dare move," I said. I walked over to the door and greeted the male attendant. "How are you?" I asked. "Not bad, you?" he replied, looking me up and down. He wheeled in a small cart with two bottles of champagne in ice buckets, two champagne flutes, and a complimentary tray of truffles. "I'm doing very well." He glanced over to the sitting room. "You all alone in here?" "No," I said. "I have my girlfriend with me." The attendant raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really? Are you two looking for some company?" I swallowed my disgust at his overture, and signed the receipt he held out before me. "No, I don't think so. Would you like to meet her?" I heard Jake gasp behind the curtain. "Sure!" he said, probably thinking that a scenario straight out of a porno was about to materialize. "On second thought, she's kind of shy. Maybe next time," I demurred. I heard Jake heave a sigh of relief from behind the curtain. "That will be all," I said in a clipped tone, dismissing him. "Thank you very much." "Oh - - well, uh, good night," he said, visibly disappointed. "If you change your mind about having a little company, I'll be at the front desk. You just pick up the phone and - - -" "Oh! Very nice of you," I said overly-brightly. "So nice," I added, rushing him out the door and quickly locking it behind him. Chapter Six When I pulled back the curtain, Jake had his arms wrapped around himself and was shivering slightly. "Are you cold?" I asked, "or scared? Or both?" He merely nodded, and I crossed to where he sat and touched his stubbly cheek. I reached over him and cranked the thermostat, then switched on the light next to him and flipped off the overhead. Domination Ch. 02 "Want some champagne?" I offered, striding over to the little table left by the room service guy and rolling it into the sitting area. I popped the cork from one bottle, and filled the two flutes to brimming. I sat down in the chair across from Jake and handed him a glass. "You really do look gorgeous," I said affectionately. "Not as good as I look in those stockings, but damn close. Of course, it would be better if we could shave your legs. You think that CVS down the street is still open? Must be. This is a tourist area, right?" Jake just stared at me silently. "Are you miffed? I seem to recall that you begged Lani to humiliate you once. You sent me the e-mail." "Mistress..." he began, then trailed off without elaborating. "What? What is it that you want? Tell me. I thought that I could do whatever I wanted with you. You said so yourself, when you were pathetically pleading with me to take advantage of you back at Silvertone." "I...I do want you to humiliate me," he admitted, not looking me in the eye. "I just, I'm afraid of it. Of the consequences." "Ah," I replied, taking a sip of champagne. "And what would have been the consequences of letting a fucking bellboy see you all dolled up, in lingerie?" "He would...he would think I wasn't a real man. He would think I'm a sissy." I stored away this last word, which, when he said it, was charged with reluctance and desire, and a little bit of grief and fear. It meant a lot to him. It was taking a lot for him to admit this to me. I pressed further. "Well, isn't that true? Aren't you a sissy? Look at you. You have that slutty red lipstick on, no panties, and you even tried to make it look like you have breasts. You look the part," I said, smiling broadly at him as I relished his discomfort. "I have an idea," I said, then set my glass down and walked into the bedroom to get my purse. "How about I take photos of you? You look so pretty, it would be a shame not to." Jake slowly shook his head, his eyes widening. "Mistress...no..." "You said I could do whatever I want. This is what I want." He broke out into that gorgeous blush again, and I delighted in it. "Stand up," I barked, all business once again. "First, I want you to turn around and bend over. That's right. Now rest your elbows on the arm of the chair." I stepped forward and transferred my phone to my left hand. With the right, I reared back and slapped his ass as hard as I could. Even as I drew my hand back for a second slap, I could see the red handprint forming on his fair flesh. "That's for questioning me," I said. I slapped him again, so hard that my own hand stung. "That's for saying no to the photos. Now stand still while I take some shots. I opened the camera app on my phone, and took a few closeups of his ass, then a wider shot of him bent over the chair in women's clothing. "Okay. Now look over your shoulder at me." He did. "Pout." He thrust his lips out pretty realistically. It probably was a real emotion, considering the circumstances. "That's right, sissy boy. You're mad, aren't you?" Click. Click. Click. "Now stand up and face me. I want you to masturbate now." He hesitated as he reached for his engorged cock, as if I might slap him again. "Go on. I'm giving you permission." I paused for a moment and dropped my robe to the floor. It pooled around my feet. "Here's some inspiration," I said. Jake started jerking himself off, and I switched my phone to record. "Now I'm taking a video. Come for me, sissy boy. I want you to come like the dirty little whore that you are. What do you say?" "Th-th-th-thank you mistress." All the humiliation had pushed him even closer to the edge than I had realized. Despite his protests, his cock had grown to mammoth proportions. He worked the shaft, moaning with the anticipation of such delayed pleasure. As his hand quickened, I paused the recording and ordered him to stop. "Now lay down on the floor," I said. He obeyed without a word. The tip of his dick glistened with pre-cum, and he gasped at every small movement it took for him to get down on the floor. I straddled his face, then sat down unceremoniously. I rested the bottom of my phone on his belly, and his dick twitched from even that prosaic touch in proximity to the center of all his attention. I touched the record button again, with the camera focused on his chin, his mouth, and my wet cunt. He immediately went to work with his tongue, and I briefly allowed myself to luxuriate in the sensations before hitting pause again and rising. Next, I stood over him, a foot on either side of his torso. I hit record and pointed the phone at his face. "Now you're going to suck my toes. Pretend they're a dick. A little sissy slut like you must have some experience sucking cock." I let him lick and suck at my big toe before shoving my entire foot in his mouth. I felt him gag as I plunged it in up to the arch. He took it well. I zoomed in on his face as he struggled, tears ruining his mascara, lipstick smearing all around his mouth. "Mmmmf!" he protested when I shoved my foot even further into his mouth. "You love that, don't you, sissy-slut. I bet you want to get off right now. I bet you're dying to come." He nodded enthusiastically around my toes, but didn't stop. "That's a good girl. Keep going. Keep going. That's right. Good little sissy." I watched in amusement as his cock bobbed furiously. He was clearly barely able to contain himself. "Good," I said, withdrawing my foot from his mouth. Once again, I paused the recording. "Now I am going to let you do something very, very nice. I want you to unclip those stockings -" at this point I hit record again - "and remove that bustier. Be careful, they're both very expensive." He nodded, and set about delicately removing the stockings, even mimicking the motions of a woman with long fingernails as he plucked at the fabric, bunched it at his ankles, and carefully lay it on the chair next to his. I helped him unhook the bustier, filming all the while. "Now sit down," I ordered. I reached down and picked up a stocking. "Now sissy, I want you to show the camera your pathetic little fetish. Take the stocking and jerk off with it." He gasped, and looked at me as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. "Do it now!" I scolded. "Before I change my mind." Reverentially, he slipped his hand and arm into the stocking, pulling it taut over his hand. He began by lightly grasping his head, closing his eyes and licking his lips at the overwhelming pleasure of the sensation. Then he mimicked the doorknob-turning motion I had used earlier to apply the cockring, his breathing rapidly quickening. "Relax. This is going to feel so very good, sissy boy," I murmured, kneeling before him to get a better angle for a close-up with my phone. "Come for me, sissy. I want you to come. Show me how much you loved what we did tonight. Show me how much you appreciate your mistress's pussy, and her kind attentions. Show me." He came within seconds, grunting animalistically as semen shot out of his long-denied cock and splattered his stomach and chest. "Th-thank you, mistress," he gasped, his entire body going limp. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." That was the first night I realized the real power I had within me. Together, Jake and I had uncovered a whole universe of possibilities and cemented our strange friendship into something more than both sex and friendship. We became something else entirely. Something better. Domination Ch. 02 Marina began to scream in delight as soon as the tip of his cock entered her and she didn't stop screaming for the next ten or fifteen minutes. Just the pitch and the volume varied with the rhythm of his penetrations. Rajiv really enjoyed fucking this new girl. She was as sensitive as a sithar, the emblematic Indian music instrument (a sort of stringed instrument). He was pretty sure that the Prince would be delighted by his new recruit. Rajiv kept Marina screaming impaled on his cock to four successive climaxes before allowing himself to cum deep inside her womb. She fell asleep with Rajiv's still huge, just half erect cock still inside her. He woke her three times during the night with a huge slap on her bare round ass. This brutal spanking was the prelude for another fuck as soon as he had recovered enough energy. He loved to watch her emerge from slumber as his cock grew inside her. She was still exhausted and badly needed sleep, but her incredible Indian master could not be denied. As he hardened, she first whimpered in her sleep, then jerked awake as his cock filled her already quite wet hole completely. She was learning to accept the full size of his meat in all of her holes, and he just couldn't get enough of the young prey he was enjoying. He stayed on her until she fell back into exhausted sleep. She always came before he could finish penetrating her ass but she was lasting a bit longer each time. The last time, as Marine had finally fallen asleep with her arse filled with sticky wads of hot sperm, Rajiv was thinking to his previous phone conversation with Daleep, one of the leaders of Kira's Dalit gang of reconstruction hands used in her palace. Leena had serviced the whole team for three months and she had told Rajiv all the sexual adventures she had had with them. So he had decided to enroll The giant Leena had had so much difficulties to accommodate, another Dalit, less richly endowed but with considerable staying power and finally Daleep himself. They were the three studs he had selected to help him train Marine. Rajiv had thought that a long gang bang with four men (counting himself) would help him a lot to prepare Marine for her future role. They would sandwich her and use her cunt and arse at their pleasure while Marine would service a woman. He had had the nerve to ask her help from Kira who had agreed immediately for herself and phoned to Leena, asking her whether she was interested in it. There was a slight risk that the event got out of hand but Kyrhan, Dan and Peter had recently initiated a new sexual game. Four women would choose between the four Kings cards : The one drawing the King of hearts would service the three men, the one drawing the king of diamonds would service the team of Dalits, wearing a mask in order to protect her anonymity and the two last one would be manacled to their backs and chained naked for the night at the foot of their bed to spend a cold lonely night. They played six times and Kira had drawn the King of diamonds just once. It had been a memorable night and Kira was quite keen to try it again. For Leena, the Dalits who had used her so many times, were no more threatening. Whenever she came to Kyrhan's palace, she often went to their bungalows and rarely came back to her bedroom until morning with stomach, cunt and ass hole filled by gallons of hot sperm, even if her husband was accompanying her. Leena had had a short discussion with her husband Peter following her discussion with Kira and she had booked a ticket for the next plane to Delhi. She should arrive early in the afternoon, just in time to take a part in the fun. It was fortunate she had a permanent visa to India, a courtesy of Kyrhan, for sure. Her presence would alleviate the pressure on Kira : four very aroused Indian men with just two women engaged in kinky games and one of them out of limits : a terrible pressure for the men! Leena had just been bred once more on Kyrhan's orders three weeks before. This time, he had chosen a well known Indian steel mogul : the man had been quite generous with Leena when he left her already pregnant : a marvelous emerald gown from Versace and matching emerald and diamond earrings from one of the best jewel designer : Cartier in Paris but the gift that had especially pleased her was a co-star role in the next Bollywood film. Leena would sing, dance and speak directly in Hindi, an unusual challenge for an England born woman without any Indian roots. Leena was rather fond of challenges and contrasts in her life : once the pampered wife of a very powerful English CEO, the next week the abused sexual slave of a commandeering Indian greengrocer who used her, humiliated her husband and pimped her to his neighbors in Birmingham, a few days later, she could share the bed of an Indian Maharajah and, still a week later, she could find herself gang banged willingly by twenty Dalits before going back to cuddle in the arms of her husband. It was during such moments that she felt completely alive. During the plane travel, Leena just felt sad that her friend Preeti had gone back to Australia a few weeks before. She had submitted to her so completely and so willingly that she would have loved to be led by her mistress on a leash to the hall where the Dalits were waiting to fuck Marine and herself mercilessly. She would be naked on her four in the most degrading position and she would have relished every moment of it. Ganesh, just thinking to it had made her hotter than she had anticipated and more vulnerable than she had ever been even though her outer appearance was rather normal. She was wearing an elegant bright yellow saree with an orange choli. Fortunately, she had no neighbor either to the left and the right. Her left hand crept under her choli and began to maul and caress alternatively her breasts while her right hand snaked under her saree hem and reached her pussy. She began to knead her clit vigorously, eliciting moans of pleasure that no one fortunately could hear. She climaxed violently but that didn't stop her. She continued to frig herself, wishing she was among the team of Dalits with the Birmingham greengrocer overseeing her fucking and her husband Peter watching them quite avidly. At the same instant, Marine was confronted with a cock bigger than anything she had ever seen. As she was taking her breakfast with Rajiv, she had been in a joyful mood. The night had been busy with several very active sessions with him where he had used quite often her mouth, cunt and arse, taking care not to cum each time. She had been amazed by his self control at different occasions but he had been able to keep his energy to fuck her again and again. She didn't have the same ability and she had finished the night in a poor state of complete exhaustion. The breakfast had been a quiet time she had relished but at the end of it, Rajiv had clapped his hands and, on his signal, three dark skinned, well built men had entered the dining room. Rajiv had presented them to her : - Marine, may I present you three fine guys who are working under Kira's direct orders : Daleep is their leader, this huge guy is Rohit and the last one is Dalal. They are here to make you discover the pleasures of being fucked by several men together and especially when you have to service a woman with your mouth at the same time. You'll find that it's rather difficult to have two big cocks up your snatch and arse and pistoning you at maximum speed while you are busy trying to do a woman. Kira has volunteered for this role this morning and Leena will come to help her this afternoon. Enjoy! Gentlemen! This wench is yours until noon! It must be put to Marine's credit that she didn't even utter a word to protest. The three men gathered around her like wolves around some injured deer. She was cornered quite efficiently. Rohit laid on the floor and the two other men grabbed her arms and legs and positioned her just above his menacing cock. They lowered her slowly. She had no chances to escape. They placed her slippery warm snatch over his gigantic cock. As Marine cried in anguish, they lowered slowly her pussy to meet his un-humane pole. His massive meat made her paralyzed by fear as they lifted her slightly before lowering her down again for more. Her hot pussy was over stretched to make room for this tremendous cock. She felt as if she was about to be split in half. He reached up and caressed her belly and breasts as she was riding him. Marine was getting very vocal as she started to orgasm. She was screaming nonstop now as she was sliding down on his pole and was taking more in. Marine was now on her own, riding him hard, taking more of his gargantuan cock into her sweat covered body. There were obscene liquid noises whenever she moved up or down on his shaft. After a few minutes of bobbing up and down on his cock, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down with all his might. Marine didn't know that Leena had so much difficulty to service him completely, so she was trying her best to be up to Rajiv's requirements. She was grinding her hot cunt down on his cock. She was going wild as pleasure was culminating throughout her body. She was screaming with unbridled passion. Her hot cunt was stretched wider than he had ever been to accommodate this behemoth cock. They climaxed together but he remained hard and erect deep in her belly. Daleep took the opportunity to push his cock into her ass hole while Dalal filled her still moaning mouth with his huge meat. Daleep made her turn her head and pushed his lips against hers. She met his kiss and parted her lips willingly. They kissed deeply and as passionately. He pulled himself up and hammered his dark cock home. Marine screamed in approval as he fucked her again fast and hard. She bucked against him as he was ravaging her ass hole and Dalal was pounding her drenched cunt. With all the force they had left, Daleep buried all he had into her arse as my cunt tightly contracted around Rohit's magnificent cock. He withdrew his huge cock from her very sore white snatch. His rock hard cock was shining with her cunt juice and throbbed again. The veins were sticking out obscenely. He stood up and offered his cock to her avid mouth. She spit out the limp cock of Dalal and started to suck on the new cock that was offered to her greedy mouth that morning. Marine knew he was way too long for her to deep throat him but she wanted to swallow as much of him as she could. His huge cockhead was big enough to completely fill her mouth as she tongued his sensitive helmet. She pushed down hard as she allowed his cock to pass triumphantly her tonsils and reach deep down her throat. From time to time, she interrupted to get some air and take the opportunity to lick up and down his long shaft for all she was worth. He was now breathing heavily as he was oozing precum. She was also massaging with her hands the part of his shaft she was not able to take in her mouth. Gradually, she allowed him deeper and finally, one of her hands went idle. She immediately used it to caress his big nut sack. He was holding the back of her head and thrusting fast and hard. Thus he was forbidding her to spit him out. She was taking him down her throat like a pro. His testicles went bigger and began to shimmer. With a hard thrust he pushed even deeper into her throat and froze. His cock seemed to inflate even more in her throat before he erupted deep in her throat. She swallowed dutifully and licked up what she wasn't able to swallow. Rohit admired the sight of a white woman on her knees in front of him and swallowing shamelessly the cum off his cock. Under her, her own juices were dripping from her snatch and forming a puddle. A door opened and Daleep looked in that direction. He disengaged from the heap of intertwined bodies and stood up, shouting with much reverence in his tone: - The princess! It's princess Kira! The four men jumped to attention and bowed to the lithe woman clad in saree walking toward them. They put their hands together for a formal Namaste to which Kira responded in kind with a big smile. Marine was amazed not to be the center of attention any more with no time to realize it. Kira bowed to her in salutations nonetheless. - I see that you've started action without me! It wasn't what I've expected. - Princess, this young woman was simply too attractive. - No matter. Marine, you've already discovered that you can service three men simultaneously. It's not that difficult as you're just their fuck-doll and your role is mostly passive. - Yes, Kira! - It's Princess for you when I'm one of your trainers. We want to teach you that while you are fucked even by two huge cocks, you may focus your attention to service a woman using efficiently your mouth, tongue and fingers. For this first time, you'll try it on me. Kira took a seat in an ornamented armchair. She bunched her saree up, exposing her bare depilated cunt to the four men and Marine. - Rajiv, lay on the floor. Marine will straddle you. Dalal will use her back passage. Don't be too gentle with her! She must be on the verge of cumming and still be able to concentrate on what she'll be doing to me. Rohit, here is a flogger. If she tries to escape her duty on my cunt, use it on her back or her breasts and do it hard! - Yes, princess! The men took immediately their positions surrounding Marine. They began to fuck her and they weren't holding anything back. Marine grimaced and moaned. Kira pushed her cunt toward her new friend. Marine began to caress her clit with the tip of her tongue. Kira moaned in delight. Marine seemed not to have any problems doing two things simultaneously!