0 comments/ 169738 views/ 7 favorites Her Initiation By: sinistersam88 A very close friend of mine is Archana; she is about 3 years younger to me and a good friend. She married Sandeep and is settled abroad. She told me this story. Archana is very good-looking and well built, and not all that experienced (sexually) before getting married. In her teens, she won several beauty contests, but stopped winning as her height did not keep pace with her bust development, and she no longer had that long and lean look. She married her husband, Sandeep, while she was getting her MBA. For years, Sandeep did everything he could think of to get her into sexy clothes. She had no problem wearing them for him, but she did not feel much like "advertising" out in public. Sandeep loves her in stockings and garter belts, low-cut blouses, high heels, and shorter than short miniskirts. On the few occasions, she did allow him to dress her and go out (usually while on vacation), she felt like a call girl on display. Wherever they went, men always turned and stared, and Sandeep loved every moment of this coy, femme fatale performance. Because of Sandeep's career, they entertain quite a bit, and there always seems to be men around the house. She first noticed her husband's "preference" at a party, over two years ago. A friend of Sandeep's had been making a pass at her, while Sandeep was out of the room. He had her in the corner and was relying on her keep her humour, as the hostess, as he tried several time to kiss her. Finally, he pushed away her arms and pinned her to the wall, reaching into her blouse and squeezing her breast. Sandeep walked in and saw what happened, but he stepped back out of the doorway and watched! She finally gently kneed the friend in the crotch and nothing further happened. Later that night, Sandeep mentioned that he had seen what happened and was not furious, but pleased. When she told him that she was furious at him for not helping her, he told her to loosen up, that it was just harmless fun. He said that it was a compliment to her - and to him - that their guest had admired her beauty so much that he could not help himself. A month later, they were hosting a pool party, and she went down to the freezer in the basement for more ice. Again, one of the guests followed her and started getting overly friendly. He was behind her, with his arms wrapped around her bare stomach, when she noticed Sandeep watching them through the window. She allowed the man to caress her breasts, and even to pull her bikini top down. She fully expected Sandeep to come charging into the room and breaking us up, but he continued to watch. Her new friend sucked her nipples and then placed his hand inside her bikini bottom. She could not believe this! I wanted to see just how far Sandeep would allow this to go before stopping this. The man slowly inserted his finger deep inside her pussy and she opened her legs wide, to give him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He lowered his trunks and was ready to fuck her, but someone yelled for ice and they immediately separated. Her husband never mentioned the incident, and she was angrier with him than ever before in our marriage. One night, Vicky, the friend from the indoor party, was over the house. They were having a ball, mixing batch after batch of marguerites "to get it just right!" Sandeep suddenly announced that they were out of limes and he would run to the store for more. he knew this was a lie, but said nothing, and as she expected, Vicky said he would stay and "protect" her. Sandeep left in the car, but apparently parked down the street and walked back. Vicky had already gotten fresh, again, and she suggested that they go into the drawing room, "where we could be more comfortable." They sat on the sofa, kissed and caressed each other for at least five minutes, until she excused herself to "go to the bathroom." Instead, she snucked out the garage door and peeked around the corner of the house. Sure enough, there in the shadows, was Sandeep, looking through the drawing room window. She knew now that it was an immature decision, but at that moment, she was determined to force her husband's hand. She wanted to make him as mad as he was making her. Soon after she returned to the sofa, Vicky removed her blouse and then her bra. He sucked her breasts for a long time and she was turned on as well as angry. Vicky was losing control as he laid her down on the sofa and removed her skirt and panties. She was certain that this would cause Sandeep to call an end to his fun and storm in. Vicky started licking her pussy, and she was losing control, too! She had never expected this thing to go this far! Now, unable to calm Vicky down, she tried to stall. He was ready to fuck her, and there was no way she was going to let him do that. She was really in a fix! She forced them both up and took his penis in her hand, wanting to masturbate him to orgasm. He gripped her head in both hands and forced his penis into her mouth, pumping in and out. Suddenly, he erupted and shot a huge load of semen all over her. She used this as an excuse to go to the bathroom to clean up, and locked herself in there until she heard Sandeep return. Again, Sandeep made no mention of this incident. During the Christmas season, Sandeep has a special game he plays when they host a party. He hangs a bunch of mistletoe over the door into the rec room and makes up a special batch of "Courage Punch" (it's almost straight booze, and after a few dips into it, you get all kinds of courage!). As a couple meets under the mistletoe, they have to kiss - but the trick is not to be the one that breaks the kiss. The "struggle" is good-natured and in fun and the one who breaks away must down a cup of punch. The crowd watches and cheers the kissing and the winner, boos the loser, and chants as the loser chugs the punch. They had seven couples and one stag man over that New Year's Eve, and by midnight, she had already broken away from two men. She was feeling no pain when, a little after midnight; the single man caught her under the mistletoe. He began kissing her very passionately, so she teased him back by running her tongue in and out of his mouth. Everyone was cheering to see who would stop. He put his hand inside her low-cut cocktail dress to feel her breast, and the crowd went wild. She saw Sandeep cheering, and yelling for the man to keep going. In an effort to make him pull away, she reached down and pulled the man's zipper open. The crowd laughed and then roared as the stranger bent her slightly backwards and started pulling the hem of her dress up. She almost pulled away, then, but when she saw the gleam in Sandeep's eyes, she became determined to continue. The hem of her dress continued up until it was at her waist, fully exposing her stocking-tops and panties to everyone. They still did not break and she did not know what to do to stop him. His hands pulled her panties off her hips and they fell to her ankles, baring her pussy to the crowd. Suddenly, there was not as much cheering and she finally realized that things had often too far out of hand. She tried to pull away, but the men had a tight grip on her. Before she finally got free, he managed to get his finger slightly into her. Immediately after that, four of the couples and the rest of the wives left. Three husbands and the single guy stayed. After they escorted our guests out, Sandeep kissed her, told her that SHE was wonderful and that he had enjoyed every second of her "act." That was the last straw for her. The switch was thrown! Walking back into the rec room, SHE deliberately positioned herself under the mistletoe again, and one of the four men began to kiss her. When he reached behind her and unzippered her dress, she let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She broke the kiss and went to the punchbowl, not bothering to dress. After the drink, another man pulled her under the mistletoe. Off came her bra, and down went her panties, again. There she stood in her sheer black stockings and high heels, nude for the men to view. The four men surrounded her and took turns kissing her and caressing her body. Sandeep took the mistletoe down and put it on the back of the sofa. One of the men pushed her back on the couch, dropped his trousers and attempted to mount her. She looked at Sandeep one last time., He was cheering the man on and she opened her legs and let him enter her. He reached orgasm very quickly, and when he stood and pulled his pants up, she just laid there with her legs spread wide. One of the other men quickly looked at Sandeep, saw his smile and lowered him down onto and into her. When he was done, the last two guys took their turns fucking her. The whole time, Sandeep sat there and watched. She looked over at him as the third guy was coming, "This is what you wanted me to do all along, isn't it?" He nodded and smiled. The four men who had intercourse with her have called her on numerous occasions and she has had sex frequently with them over the last two years. She has also balled three of the four husbands that left the party, that night. Her Initiation Lindsey had never in her life known such an elegant and powerful man. He didn't walk; even when casually crossing the grass with her, he strode. Although he had himself suggested the stroll through Central Park, there was an edge to his demeanor. She could tell he had a purpose beyond seeing her for the first time in the sunlight. She lengthened her stride and forced herself abreast of him. "Ian?" She spoke his name like a question. "Where are we going?" He came to a full stop. She nearly ran into him, and he took the opportunity to seize her hair and pull her against the fullness of his body. He looked around furtively- no one was paying them the slightest attention. She held herself erect with anticipation and fear- he had never touched her like this in public. "You know better than to question me. Don't you?" His expression was hard. Her face flushed with embarrassment at having broke the second rule of their trysts. She nodded. With a warning in his eyes he released her. Unceremoniously, he continued along his path with those unyielding strides. She willed her taunt muscles to follow him. Her body began to perspire lightly from exertion and the knot of angst that always accompanied his displays of power. She could not disobey him again. She was a new servant to her master- learning how to please him before she herself would finally earn the pleasure of his thick manhood. As they crested the hill she paused to take in the sprawling beauty. The park wore its spring as lightly as a silk robe, the gently flowered air that of sweet feminine perfume. Nature ripe bounty spread out before her like a willing woman. The simple magnificence of it made her nerves tingle, her secret flesh moisten. He had continued on, not looking back to confirm the obvious certainty that she would follow. At the bottom of the hill was a footpath leading into a dense clump of trees. She hurried after him as he disappeared into wood, cursing herself for letting him get so far ahead. It was unlikely she would escape the afternoon with out facing his displeasure at her lack of obedience. At the edge of the wood she paused, it was darker than she could have anticipated. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw the outline of a shack-like building nestled organically in the trees. It was as though it had grown there from a sapling like the oak she rested against. Ian must be in that shack! And the though was enough to propel her forward, her womanhood quivering. She approached the door timidly but with utter resolve. It was cracked open. She could smell the damp of old wood and the mossy growth of unstoppable nature. She pushed the opening wider with the toe of her stiletto pump, now caked with fresh grass and wet mud. Stepping into the creaking structure, she looked up, distracted by the fluttering of birds. He launched himself at her from the darkness, pinning her body against the wall. With his foot he slammed the door shut and the whole structure groaned and shook in protest. His torso was broad and thickly muscled, she knew her master's hard body even in the dark. She was being tested- did she trust him fully with her body and her life? He had his hand against her throat. His dominance proved over her trembling body. He commanded her obedience. "Why did you keep me waiting?" His question was an insistent whisper with the impressive force of his physical presence. "Forgive me!" She half pleaded, half whimpered. She couldn't help the reaction of her sex, flooding her panties with dew in a terrified yearning. He held her against the wall in angst and terror. He tightened his grip on her throat, cocking his head in contemplation. Lindsay, unaccustomed to such dominance, half fainted with fear. Her body went limp and he caught her, lifting her off the ground. He carried her to a low bench and laid her out to recover herself. Then he methodically began stripping his clothes off. She willed herself back to consciousness. He would be angry with her if she did not perform for him and her waiting would continue. She could feel his movements across the room. Her eyes fluttered gently open as he stepped out of his pants- folding them neatly and stacking them with his other garments on top of his brief case. Such a meticulous man. She was entranced by the near nakedness of his perfect body, forcing her weak body upright in a desperate need for him. He approached her- only a thin layer of silk separating her face from his perfect cock. She pressed her lips to his crotch. He could feel her hot breath through his shorts, his manhood twitching and swelling to meet her willing mouth. She would learn to obey him more fully in time, to trust him with complete possession of her body. More importantly, she would relinquish control of her will to his urges and become a vessel for his pleasure. In exchange he would be the benefactor of her every need, the guardian of all that she yearned for. At the moment, that meant the gift of his hard cock. He pushed her away firmly away from him, her back against the park bench. He came closer, straddling her closed knees, and ripped her silky blouse open, revealing the creamy mounds of her generous flesh. He pulled the bra off her shoulders; it dangled from her forearms. The heavy pears of her breast hung perfect and delicious in the dim light. He had to taste her dewy skin. He bent over her, his lips touching the taunt muscle of her neck. His tongue flicked and danced down her collar bone, biting the soft edge of her shoulder. She gasped softly and he pinched her tanned nipples, firm and insistent. "Now" he murmured into her nape, "Do you remember your words?" She half moaned in reply. "Green and Red" was her throaty yes. "Good." He stood and eyed her meaningfully. "You will use them when necessary." He delicately removed her dangling bra, and regarded the tensile strength with a brief tug. She nodded her acquiescence. "Stand." he ordered. She swiftly obeyed. "Turn. Slowly." She locked her eyes on his and gracefully spun her back to him. He took her arms, pulling them gently behind her and wrapped her hands together with her bra. He knotted the delicate silk tightly, tight enough that she could feel the straps cut into the soft skin at her wrists. "Bend over." His last command never failed to prime her. Putting her head between her legs, she could smell her own wet musk. His first rough spanking brought tears of surprise to her eyes. She knew she would be punished for failing to keep up, for asking questions. His hand was broad and unyielding. The second crack against her flesh less shocking, but no less painful. Yes! Her mind cried out. Harder! Punish me! He smacked her ass with the full force of his strength. The sounds of her taunt flesh struck over and over made his cock stiffen even harder against the silk. Her throaty moans confirmed she was indeed enjoying her punishment. He counted the blows in his head. 7, 8, 9. He stopped. "What is the word?" he was breathing heavily. He took the opportunity revel in the sight of her tight ass stuck in the air, red from his handiwork. "Green!" The word was a plea she knew better than to express. She thought the word again and again until it was tattooed on her brain. His response was to cross the room. He retrieved his thin leather belt from the stack of clothing he had so carefully folded. Snapping it loudly, the sound announced his intentions. Smack. The belt sliced the air and struck her angry flesh with a force that made her stumble. He grabbed her waist to steady her, then brought his whip down again. Waves of pleasant agony coursed through her, setting her every nerve on fire. With his third firm strike her knees buckled. She was held up only by her master's strong grip. He surveyed his new student. Roughly seizing her hair, he pulled her upright, the full length of her naked body, his possession, shaking. "What is the word?" He repeated the question. Lindsey paused, trembling. She didn't want her sweet torture to stop. "Gr...green." He hauled her by her hair across the room, and, with barley any restraint, tossed her against the wall, her hands still bound behind her. Startled but unharmed, she looked back at him over her shoulder, waiting for a command. "You may brace yourself." He allowed. She braced her shoulders and chest against the rough wood, feeling the course grain against her cheek. She took the opportunity to spread her legs and stick out her ass, allowing him better view of her cleft, her tight rosebud. He pulled off his silk underwear, exposing his thick and perfect dick. It bobbed as he stalked toward her, hard and inviting. She was wet and slick for him. She ached to drop to her knees and suck him senseless but knew that only an order from him would bring her the pleasure of touching him. "Are you ready to be made mine? Are you ready to owe me your whole body and soul?" "What is your word?" He had his hand on his cock, stroking lightly. His questions were the one's she had waited impatiently for since their first encounter. Since she had first realized the possibility of being possessed by this man, she had ached for his body- to be a slave to his cock. "Green." Her answer was certain. It was the only answer he would accept; the answer that initiated her at last and began her formal training. Her body throbbed and pulsed, she wanted to be his fuck toy- to take his cum in every orifice and beg him over and over again for more. He was upon her, his damp skin on hers. His member pressed against her ass, seeking her cunt. Her life came down to this one moment, she was hyper aware of his every breath and movement. with one hand he spread her pussy lips, rubbing her clit gently with her own moisture. She could not help the moan that escaped her, the pleading yes, yes, yes! of her sex-consumed brain. She could not hold back the fire of her nearing climax that burned for him. He positioned the head of his cock in her opening. "Mine." was his simple declaration. Then he plunged inside her with a furious, uncontrollable need. He pounded her with hard fast strokes, unable to reign in his need. He felt her flesh pulse around him. He felt her orgasm explode and her primal scream as he finally allowed her to cum in his presence. He could not pause, could not let her recover. He fucked her with the total abandon of the first time- when he could still be lenient with his new slave and yet enjoy his dominance over her. He had held back so long from penetrating her for this moment and now he would have her fully. The pressure built in his groin. His balls tightened. He could not slow his consumption of her, he was encased in her flesh and would not stop. She cried out her pleasure in wordless moans, her still quaking flesh sensitive and raw. Knowing she was sworn to to his complete will, he wrapped his hands around her throat and felt the full measure of his control over her. She would die if he willed it, and this knowledge caused him an unparalleled flush of pleasure. His orgasm ripped forth in cum and power. He fell against her, his spent cock still spasming inside her. She was his.