Neeta was worried. If was almost 10 in the morning and the usual text message had not arrived. She was keeping her phone in one hand as she taught the class, apprehensive that she would miss the incoming text message tone.
She taught the class as attentively as she could, knowing that her students were watching her attentively. She was their science teacher and they loved her for both her teaching skills and her youthfulness.
It was soon interval time at school. Still, the message was to come.
Reluctant to spend her time at the staff room, she walked to the library. The young library assistant, Gopal, scanned her from top to bottom. Neeta pretended not to notice.
Those were her orders.
Neeta dressed slightly provocatively for a school. Her sari would be tied below the navel and despite the front covering her belly, one could catch a glimpse of her deep round navel from time to time. She was not supposed to intentionally deny onlookers.
In addition, her cleavage was prominent in her blouses. She always wore beautiful colors and wore high heels. A sizeable chunk of her back would be naked in her saris and her shapely bottom would be highlighted in her dress.
People did not know the other detail of her dress to work. She wore panties only a few days a month, when she was having her period. Her Master had expressly forbidden her to wear them on other days. Under no circumstances was Neeta allowed to wear panties or similar attire.
Neeta smiled at Gopal, thinking what would happen if he knew that she was not wearing panties.
She heard the message come at that same moment as her phone vibrated. She opened the inbox, knowing it was him.
“What are you thinking at this moment, slut?” the message asked.
Frantically she typed. “Worried about the delay in the text message Master.”
“You do not have to worry. I choose my time to write you, and you know it.”
“Yes Master.”
“Good. I will send you a message on Facebook. I want you to follow all directions given. Today is Friday and I will have you with me till Monday, okay?”
“Yes Master.”
After school, Neeta went to the library for some more reading. She texted her Master and informed him of her decision to get a bit late at school. Her Master allowed her to do as she wished.
“Check Facebook now!” a message came while she was in library. Neeta logged onto Facebook from her phone and saw the message.
“You can do as you please today, but be ready for me at 9.00 p.m. sharp,” his instructions began. Then there were directions as to how she should get ready and where she should stay.
Neeta was staying in the upper story of a house with two other friends. The owners of the house were living in the ground floor. Her friends were leaving for their hometowns and were not expected back.
She told her landlady that she would be also leaving in a little while. She did not tell her that she was going to sneak out only that night. She had a key to the padlock of the gate if it came to that. But she knew that the gate would not be locked by nine in the evening.
The challenge was to sneak out unseen.
As the time approached, Neeta had a wash. She did not want wet hair and therefore did not shower. Once she was dry, she walked naked to her room and proceeded to get ready.
A few minutes before the time, she took a last look at her figure in the mirror. Then, feeling extremely apprehensive, she left her room.
Neeta climbed down the metal spiral staircase as silently as possible, carrying her running shoes. She put them on once she had stepped off the staircase. Then she walked towards the gate as silently as possible.
She was extremely fortunate for the family downstairs was in front of the TV.
Neeta walked along the by-lane, thanking her stars for it being dark at this time of the night. The solitary lamp post at the end had been devoid of a light bulb for ages, and this night she thanked the excellent maintenance of the roads. Once she was close to the main lane, she looked at her phone.
Just one minute to go.
Neeta did not dare open herself to the main lane, for fear of being spotted by the random person on the road. It was still not yet late and she was worried because of the way she dressed.
She was carrying her bag in which she had her phone and some essential items. She was wearing her nose stud and shoes. There were no earrings and no other jewelry. According to her orders, Neeta was not wearing any clothes.
One minute was not too long. But, it was too long for a naked girl in the road. Every second counted and a minute has sixty of them.
She saw powerful headlights and figured out that it was her Master’s vehicle. She looked at the street without revealing herself and saw the luxury SUV. Reassured, she came out and stood at the edge of the road.
Ramesh looked at the beautiful sight in front of him. There was this naked girl standing by the road, holding her hand as a shield against the headlight. Her other hand briefly went over towards her naked crotch and then returned to grip her bag. He had instructed her not to cover her nakedness in any way.
His eyes, prompted by her hand, travelled to her crotch where a triangle of black curly hair greeted him. “We’ll do something about it” he thought as her started scanning her body. The beautiful hairline from her crotch ended at her deep, round navel. Her heaving sizable breasts were capped with large areolas.
“A navel piercing and a clit piercing but no nipple piercing” he thought as he considered the possibilities.
With a girl like this at his beckoning, possibilities were too much to even think about.
With her wide hips and rich buttocks, he considered her to be well suited to be a mother in due course. But that was a long way ahead.
Ramesh stopped his vehicle so that she could open the front door, the only mishap being the door being locked. He did not want to open it at once. She tried to open the door and upon failing, she looked inside in disbelief.
He could not see her face properly, but he imagined her expressions nevertheless.
Deciding to act mischievous, he pushed on the accelerator slightly and the vehicle started to move. Instinctively, Neeta pulled back and then, when he sped away, started chasing. She soon gave up, remembering that she was stark naked.
The vehicle stopped about a hundred meters away. She stood there transfixed. Her phone chimed its incoming message tone.
“Walk! No running.”
She knew she had to obey, and started walking. Ramesh watched her from the back windscreen and was satisfied with her speed. He unlocked the door and let her in.
“Oooh! It’s cold” Neeta said as she sat on the seat.
“Those seats are not meant for naked women,” said Ramesh.
“As if I came naked out of my own choice” Neeta said smiling as she put on the seat belt.
“You did not have a choice, did you?”
“No.”
“Good. Got the seat belt on?”
“Yes”
“Spread those legs,” Ramesh said, pushing his hand in between her thighs and reaching for her vagina. “You forget certain simple things.”
“Sorry Sir,” she said complying with the order. He rubbed her pussy for a little while and reached for her right breast to pinch her nipple. Then he accelerated the vehicle.
Neeta sat there, frightened and cold, as the cold air from the condition mouths hit her naked breasts. She was afraid of being seen by someone in her nakedness.
“Sir, what if a policeman stops us?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll bribe him.”
“You give money?”
“Yes. If he refuses, you’ll give him a blowjob.”
Neeta looked at Ramesh. “That will be quite a bribe.”
“Would you suck a policeman and swallow his cum?”
“If that is what you decide Sir,” she replied.
“Good girl. I am proud of you.”
“Thank you Sir.”
Neeta stared at the road ahead, thinking of her future. She had been with Ramesh for only a few months. However, she had made the fatal mistake of letting him find out the sex tape of her and her former lover. It was in her laptop and she had not wanted to delete it. She did not know if her former lover, Sandeep, still had a copy. But she did not think so.
Ramesh, who was a wealthy businessman eight years her senior, had promised that the secret will never be out. In return, she was to be his slave for all intents and purposes.
He promised that she will start to love every part of her new life. Neeta wanted to believe because she had no other option.
Until now, Ramesh had been relatively lenient. She was supposed to send him a text message each morning with the basic outline of the day. He would respond with anything essential if there was. Or he would approve of the routine. She was to expect a message any moment. There could be tasks for her given by him at any given time. Of course, she was not allowed to wear panties, except when she was having her period. She was not supposed to wear brassieres at home.
She would send him pictures of what she was going to wear if she was going out. Her dresses were not too long and going without panties excited her somewhat.
Today was the most daring of her days, by far. She never thought that he would make her come out naked.
They turned to a small by lane with only a handful of houses on either side. At the corner, there was a big gate. The vehicle stopped in front of it. Ramesh picked up a remote controller and opened the sliding door. He drove the vehicle in and parked in front of the main door.
“Well princess, welcome to the mansion,” he said. He closed the gate behind and climbed down the vehicle. Walking to the passenger side, he opened the door for her.
“Come, my slave princess,” he said. “We have a lot to do.”
Neeta climbed down the vehicle, taking his arm. “Keep the bag in the vehicle. You will not need it now,” Ramesh said. She kept it on the seat and stepped away from the vehicle.
“Our weekend will begin right now” Ramesh said, placing his left hand on her ample bottom. “Take this key and open the door. You may leave your shoes by the door,” he added.
Ramesh did not remove his hand from her buttocks as she walked the few steps to the door and removed her shoes. Then, as she unlocked the door, he reached for the crack between her ass cheeks and gently tickled her pussy.
“Ladies first, when it suits me,” he said and signaled her to enter before him. He tickled her pussy as she walked in, and even when she was inside, did not remove his hand. With his free hand, he switched on some lights.
What she saw was a beautiful living room, with a set of chairs by a glass wall which showed the back yard and a spacious area in front of her. There was a door to her front and a door to her left hand side. The staircase to the upper floor was next to the door on the left.
“To your left is the kitchen, and in front is the TV room. We have a bathroom beyond the stairs,” Ramesh said, stepping a few paces towards the TV room with Neeta. Then she was able to see the door of the bathroom.
“This will be your home this weekend,” Ramesh said, gently pushing a strand of her hair back with his free hand. “Interestingly, you will be dressed this way the whole two days.”
“Sir,” Neeta said, in a worried tone. “What if a visitor comes?”
“Let’s hope no one visits us this weekend,” Ramesh said mischievously. “But if a visitor comes, you will be expected to treat them as any woman of a house does. Of course, they will be treated to an eyeful of your sexy naked body.”
“I hope no visitor pays us a visit then, Sir.”
“Let us see dear girl,” Ramesh replied.”Let me show you my humble palace little one,” Ramesh said, gently patting her on her naked buttocks. “TV room first.”
Neeta walked towards the TV room with Ramesh’s hand on her buttocks. She saw a big screened TV with a home theater sound system and a cushioned sofa set. It was a spacious place to watch TV.
The bathroom was small, with a small shower area. The kitchen was relatively spacious.
“Let’s go upstairs, after you,” Ramesh said, guiding Neeta out of the kitchen. She climbed upstairs, giving him an eyeful of her ass.
There was a living area where the stairs came to an end. There was no furniture in this area. There was just one door, to her right hand side. They went in to find a spacious bedroom with a master bed and a table and a full length mirror. To her left was another door, leading to a bathroom with a large Jacuzzi.
“How is it?”
“It’s wonderful Sir,” Neeta said.
“But of course, you will have to earn the right to use all these facilities. It will be at my discretion only.”
“I understand Sir.”
“Go downstairs, and kneel in the living room, by the door, facing the stairs. I’ll be back.”
“Yes Sir.”
Ramesh watched her as she walked away. Yes, she had one of the prettiest asses he had ever set his hands on. None of his long lasting women had escaped a hard spanking. Some women loved to be spanked. Some others were ‘converted.’
He made sure that they loved everything he gave them, including spankings.
He had meted out a number of spankings to Neeta, for various reasons. She naturally liked it when she was spanked. Usually her ass would end up getting a light shade of red after a spanking. She will now have so much more, he thought mischievously, as he opened a drawer in his table.
He went downstairs shirtless. She was standing on her knees. He stood in front of her.
“You can rest your ass on the back of the heels,” he said, and she complied. “Spread your legs. Your cunt should always be visible and available. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied changing her posture.
“Hands on thighs, palms facing out. Thrust your breasts forward” he added. Neeta changed her posture again.
Ramesh circled her once and stood in front of her. “This is good. This will be how you will present yourself on your knees. Your cunt will always be displayed and accessible.”
“Yes Sir.”
Ramesh walked over to her, reaching for his pocket and producing a collar. He tied it around her neck and stepped back to see his work.
“Nice,” he said. “Now I can attach a leash when I want to lead you.”
Neeta looked down. Ramesh came up to her and spoke to her. “Do you feel good?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. I will inform you of some ground rules here, okay?”
“Okay Sir.”
“Good. While you are here, you will be naked, always. You might wear accessories such as a collar or a leash and so on. But basically you will be naked irrespective of the occasion. Even with a visitor around. I do not think children will visit here. The adults who visit here would have seen enough naked women not to get shocked. You will act normal, if I do not order you anything special. Understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Neeta said, feeling apprehensive. She was not feeling happy about the prospect of being seen in her birthday suit by other people.
“And you will do as I tell you. If you want something, you have to ask for it. Even when you want to go to the toilet you will have to ask for permission.”
“Yes Sir.”
“You will crawl at home, if not told otherwise. Okay?”
“Okay Sir.”
“Good, that is it for now. It’s time that I fucked you tonight. Ever since I saw you naked on the road, I wanted it.”
Neeta smiled slightly. She knew he admired her body and it made her happy, irrespective of being his slave.
“You may take my clothes off and start worshipping it,” he said.
She unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped it and pulled it down. His half erect cock could be clearly seen under the boxer shorts he wore. He removed the jeans out of his legs and stood up straight for her to pull the shorts down.
Neeta looked at the large black monster nestled in a thick jungle of hair. She loved the smell and the taste of it. This was her biggest problem. She never had met a man who could please her like Ramesh did. She was so unashamed of her sexuality with him. She wanted to be with him, as anyone he would want her to be; even a slave.
Neeta cupped his balls in one hand and started licking his cock, holding it from its base. She swallowed it up slowly after she had applied enough saliva. Then she moved to and fro, continuing to cup his balls. She alternated several times in licking his balls and sucking his cock.
“Bend over. I want to fuck you Rockygie,” Ramesh said. She gently complied, falling on hands and knees with her ass up.
He crouched and started licking her. She was already wet.
“My goodness, this bitch is on heat,” he said and slapped her ass. Neeta cried in pain, and the humiliation of being called a bitch in heat. She always felt humiliated to be called a bitch.
She did not have much time to ponder. Ramesh pushed his cock against her vagina and gently pushed in. It went all the way down, before he started making thrusts. These soon became fast and deep, thrusting into the deep inside of her body and soul.
He reached under her and found her breasts, which he fondled for a while. He then grabbed her by her waist and continued to fuck her, occasionally slapping her ass.
As he neared his climax, Ramesh accelerated and started spanking her hard. Then he grabbed her tight by her waist and drove in strongly. He erupted inside her, driving in hard in a final thrust.
He waited inside her for a long time before pulling out. Some of his cum was already leaking out.
“Lie down and cum for me,” he said.
He sat down on the sofa and watched as she played with her clit. Cum leaked out of her pussy as she played with herself. Ramesh did not care. He wanted her pussy to leak as much cum as it would.
Knowing his eyes were on her pussy only made Neeta even hornier. She was unashamedly his and relished at the fact that he could see her masturbate.
Her mind flew off somewhere far away as she climaxed explosively.
Ramesh waited until she had returned to her senses before moving close to her.
“On hands and knees, ass up, and kiss my feet,” he said. She carried out his orders and kissed him adoringly. She worshipped him, genuinely, especially after she was sexually satisfied.
“See, you have leaked cum on the floor. Lick it all clean!” Ramesh ordered.
Neeta felt slightly ashamed when she saw the puddle made by his cum leaked out of her pussy. She moved her face there, still on her hands and knees.
“Clean it up, slut!” he said spanking her hard.
Neeta started licking her Master’s cum from the floor. It gave her some trouble as it refused to leave the floor. But she managed to lick and suck it all up and swallow.
“Good girl,” Ramesh said, crouching near her and patting her head. “Walk to the bedroom now.”
Neeta stood up and saw him looking at her in displeasure.
“Bend over, foolish slut!”
Neeta bent over, trying to figure out what happened.
“You know, slave,” Ramesh spoke. “As your Master, I own you and I can do anything I want. But I do everything for a reason. Punishments are earned. So are gifts. They are earned by you. I am not a sadist to punish you unnecessarily. But when it is due, I will unmercifully punish you. Get it?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Any question now?”
Neeta waited. “Am I being punished now, Sir?”
“You will be. You know why?”
“Ummm… No Sir”
“Figure it out. Anything else, slut?”
“No Sir.”
“Good. Now tell me. Why am I going to punish you?” he asked.
“I don’t know Sir” she replied, and received a hard slap on her ass.
“You are a naughty girl. You can’t recall your instructions,” he said, spanking her hard. At least twenty blows were received by each of her ass cheeks before she stopped.
“I am sorry Sir,” she said. Tears were welling up in her eyes. “What did I do wrong?”
“How are you supposed to walk?” he asked.
Then it occurred to her. She had not crawled.
“I’m sorry Sir. I now realize” she said.
“Hmm… Let’s walk then, shall we?”
“Yes Sir”
Ramesh had an eyeful of her as she crawled towards the bedroom, up the stairs. He opened the door for her and asked her to kneel by the bed. She did as she was ordered.
“Good girl. You look pretty when you crawl,” he said caressing her head.
“Thank you Sir.”
“It’s time for bed. I need a pee. What about you?”
“I want too, Sir”
“You want what, slave?”
“I want to pee, Sir”
“Good. You should not be ashamed to ask for permission slut,” he said, stepping back. “Now ask for permission.”
Neeta looked at him and turned her eyes down. “May I… May I pee, Sir?”
“Yes, you may pee, slut. Let’s go.”
She crawled behind him to the bathroom. “Go there,” he said, pointing the shower. She crawled there.
“Turn this way, squat, and pee. Spread your legs. I should be able to watch.”
Neeta’s humiliation was supreme. She squatted and waited. “How was an adult woman supposed to urinate in front of a man unashamedly?” she thought. She looked over his naked body, and all of a sudden, she decided that she would do it.
There was no other option.
Ramesh watched attentively as she urinated. What else was he supposed to do? Here was one of the prettiest women he had seen, spreading her legs as wide as possible and urinating in front of him. She was pretty, even in this most private of her acts.
He knew that she had her under his control, more than ever before.
“Let me wash your cunt,” he said after she had finished peeing, and started to urinate at her pussy. “Stay still,” he said as he aimed the stream straight at her groin.
“Clean me” he said, standing over her once he was finished. Neeta reached for the tap.
“Who asked you to use water?” Ramesh asked. Neeta looked at him, puzzled.
“Lick me clean!”
Neeta looked at his penis head, debating on what to do for a moment. She knew that he was serious and was feeling strange.
“Come on babe. You have to learn these things,” Ramesh said, reaching for the back of her head and pulling her closer. “Sooner the better.”
Neeta felt a repulsive feeling as she licked him. It felt a bit salty. She licked him thoroughly, getting used to it as she continued.
“Good girl,” he said. “Have a wash and come to bed.”
“Thank you Sir.”
She watched his muscular buttocks as he walked back. He was a powerful man and she knew that he loved her. She felt a mixture of adoration and confusion when thinking of what he did to her just now.
He was already on the bed when she crawled back. He asked her to climb up and cuddled her. She kept her head on his chest and smiled with him.
“You look beautiful” he said.
“Thank you.”
“You will do fine little girl. You are doing fine.”
“I think so Sir.”
“You know why I have ordered you to live naked?” Ramesh asked.
“No Sir.”
“That is an easy answer,” he said, pinching her nipple.
“But Sir… How am I to know what you think?” Neeta replied.
Ramesh smiled. “You are a smart girl.”
“You think so, Sir?”
“Sometimes, little one, Sometimes,” he said. “And it is good to have a smart, educated girl as a slave. Just imagine what would happen if the school finds out that this sexy young teacher lives naked at home and does not wear panties to school.”
Neeta smiled. “They will want to fuck me right there Sir,” she said.
“Indeed. I wonder what will happen if you tell the story to someone.”
“I wish not to think of that eventuality Sir.”
“Of course,” Ramesh said. “Anyway, I want you to live naked here because you have to get used to be unashamed of your nudity. In time, you will love it. Besides, you are too pretty to be hidden behind clothes.”
“I think I should say thank you Sir” Neeta replied.
“Of course, you should,” Ramesh said, pinching her nipple quite hard.
“Thank you Sir” she said.
“You are a smart slut,” he replied. “I can’t wait till tomorrow to start training you to be a totally unashamed one.”
Neeta looked at him briefly and turned her eyes down.
“Go to sleep little girl. In the morning, wake me up by sucking my cock, okay?”
“Okay Sir”
He cuddled her closer and closed his eyes.The sun was up when Neeta woke up in the morning. She blinked a few times before realizing that she was in her Master’s house, on his bed. Then she remembered the task he assigned her.
As she moved, Neeta felt the urge to pee. But she had to wake up her Master to seek permission to empty her bladder. She moved towards his cock, held it up and started sucking.
He woke up at once.
“Good morning my little slut” he said.
“Good morning Sir”
“Stop sucking my cock. I want to piss” he said and sat up. “Get down and walk to the bathroom,” he ordered.
Ramesh followed the crawling naked girl. It felt so empowering and blissful to see a well-educated teacher crawling in her nude at his command. She would do much more in future than just crawl, he thought.
Once they were inside the bathroom, she was ordered to squat, open her mouth and extend her tongue.
“I will start training you to be my urinal,” Ramesh said. “You know what it would mean?”
“No Sir”
“Silly girl. You will learn to drink my urine,” he said. “It will be easier then. I won’t be required to walk to the bathroom. It will crawl towards me.”
Neeta looked at Ramesh blankly.
“You understood little bitch?”
“Yes Sir”
“Good. Now, open mouth and put your tongue out! You will get used to it now. No need to swallow for the time being.”
She closed her eyes as he started urinating. He aimed straight at her opened mouth, making her struggle to prevent herself from swallowing. Then he started spraying her all over, returning unexpectedly to her mouth. Despite all her efforts, she swallowed quite a bit of his piss.
“Clean me, bitch!” he ordered her. Neeta licked his penis head clean. She felt less revulsion than the last time. She cleaned him until he was satisfied.
“Good. You may pee now” he said. “Squat, open the legs wide and let it go.”
“Thank you Sir,” Neeta said. Her bladder was threatening to burst, and she did not care of the male eyes which observed her urinate.
She just released her bladder.
“That was beautiful,” Ramesh said once she had finished.
“Thank you, Sir”
“How does it feel to pee in front of me, little girl?” he asked.
“I feel… a bit ashamed, Sir” she replied.
“You will get used to it little girl,” he said, in reply. “You will become less ashamed and more proud of your nakedness and your body.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Good. You have a wash and use the toilet if you want. Then come to the TV room downstairs.”
“Yes Sir!”
Neeta washed the bathroom, used the toilet and had a wash. There was a towel which she used to dry herself before coming out of the bathroom door. It was then that she realized that it had been unlocked.
She crawled towards the TV room, not taking the risk of walking without instructions. Ramesh was seated on the sofa, dressed in a pair of shorts, and was watching TV. She went near him and presented herself, on her knees. He was watching TV. Neeta waited.
Ramesh had very well seen her. He was testing her.
Neeta waited for several minutes before he turned to him. His eyes found her pussy, unashamedly exposed to him as she knelt.
“You have a beautiful cunt on display little bitch,” he said, standing up and caressing her hair.
“Thank you Sir.”
“Come, let’s go to the kitchen,” Ramesh said, and walked past her. She crawled behind him. When he was in the kitchen, he spoke to her.
“Stand up now… You have work!”
“Thank you Sir.”
Ramesh showed everything around, and told her to make tea for him. “Bring it to me in the TV room,” he said, gently patted her ass, and left.
Neeta started making tea, thinking about the day ahead. She felt a strange cold feeling going through her body. It was just Saturday morning and the time seemed to have stopped. She feared the rest of the day and the next day, but anticipation was also back of her mind.
Her Master was the man who knew how to please her. The only drawback was that she was not going to have any say in it. He was to be in charge of it.
Neeta walked to the TV room and handed over the cup of tea. Then she fell on her knees, soliciting a faint smile from Ramesh.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her head.
“Thank you Sir.”
“Go and prepare breakfast for me and for you too. Then come back. Before that, you can also have tea if you want.”
“Thank you Sir,” Neeta said and crawled towards the kitchen, as Ramesh enjoyed the unobstructed view of her ass and her pussy.
He let her have her time in the kitchen. She had to get used to the house and she was to be left on her own, to get used to live naked. She was to be trained to be proud of her body and her nakedness to a point when she would not even mind getting naked in front of strangers.
He decided to go out to his garden before Neeta returned from her work. He opened the main door and sat on a chair at the middle of the back yard. His garden was an upside-down L shaped one, the vertical line in front of the main door and the horizontal line making a backyard. Neeta saw Ramesh through the glass wall which separated the backyard and the interior of the house.
With her work done, Neeta crawled out of the front door. She was fortunate that the garden was covered in grass. She knelt in front of him, on display.
“Breakfast is ready?” he asked.
“Yes Sir”
“Great. Have a look around the garden. You will love it,” Ramesh said.
“Thank you Sir”
Ramesh waited for Neeta to crawl around and a bit. There was nothing much anyway. There were only a few flowers in the small garden, but the grass was everywhere. There was a hose attached to a tap in one corner for watering purposes and there was a shed in the opposite corner.
“The grass cutter is in that shed” Ramesh said. Neeta looked back, and saw him standing.
“Come here,” he said. Neeta crawled to him. He caressed her head. “To the kitchen, be quick!”
Neeta crawled to the kitchen as soon as possible. He ordered her to arrange his meal and then kneel by the small dining table. She did as instructed.
Ramesh started to do something while she knelt. She could not see what he was up to, but heard him cutting something with a knife. Then he placed two bowls in front of her on the ground. One of it had food, and the other, water.
“Hands to the back, little girl,” he said.
Neeta complied.
“Good girl. Now you may have breakfast. No hands allowed. I will be having my breakfast there, and you will present your ass to me as you have your breakfast.”
“Yes Sir,” she meekly said and bent over to eat. Ramesh had cut the roti to small pieces and added some broth to it. But she found it extremely hard to pick up the food with her tongue and mouth.
“You must eat everything. Do not waste food” Ramesh said from his place, looking straight at her buttocks and genitalia which were clearly visible to him. Her thighs were quite wide and her ass was up, as it was recommended.
“Yes Sir,” she agreed.
It was tough and he enjoyed watching her struggle through her meal. Once every piece had been munched down, she drank some water from the other bowl.
“Finished?”
“Yes Sir”
“Turn around and present yourself,” Ramesh ordered. Neeta knelt with legs spread wide. Her face was a mess.
“Is that how you eat, you bitch?” Ramesh asked. “You are a mess.”
“I am sorry Sir”
“Too bad, slut. I do not tolerate untidiness. On top of it, I expect better from a well-educated slut like you. You will have to learn your manners. Until then, there will be punishment. Understand?”
“I understand Sir.”
“Good,” he said, contemplating his next move. “Clean the kitchen and come to the living room. Your punishment will await you there.”
When Neeta got back to the living room, a pen and a book awaited her in her path. Ramesh was seated on the sofa. “This is your punishment,” he said.
“The book, Sir?”
“Yes. Turn to the first page. Put the date on top and write what you did. You will remain on all fours, ass up and legs spread as usual.”
“Yes Sir”
“You are an educated slut. You will write in English,” Ramesh added.
“Yes Sir”
“Write down that you messed yourself when you had breakfast.”
“Yes Sir”
“Then, write ‘This slave whore will learn her manners.’ Write it a hundred times,” Ramesh ordered.
“Yes Sir”
She wrote about her transgression. Her hand shook when she wrote ‘slave whore.’ She was confused. Her mind was still free. She had become a slave following the threat of blackmail. In that sense, she was no slave.
Even if there were any doubts about her not being a slave, there could never be a doubt on her not being a whore. She did not do sex for money.
Or, didn’t she?
In her confused mind, she wrote her sentences. As she went on writing, it became an automatic endeavor. She just wanted to finish it as soon as possible.
By the time she had finished, she had written a hundred times that she was a slave and a whore. She realized this but had no way out of it.
Ramesh did not mind even if Neeta realized the purpose of the punishment. He was training her extremely slowly. He wanted her to internalize everything gradually so that it becomes part of her life.
Once she finished writing, Ramesh picked up the book. “Beautiful handwriting,” he said, looking at her. She was still on her hands and knees.
“However,” Ramesh said, and spanked her hard. “You have shown some urgency in the latter sentences. The handwriting is poor as you go down. That’s a shame.”
Neeta did not respond. She was not asked a question.
“Present yourself on your knees slut,” Ramesh ordered. Neeta sat on her knees. Ramesh gently rubbed his toe against her pubic hair. “Nice,” he said.
“Thank you Sir”
“Why can’t you keep focus on your writing little bitch?” he asked.
“I… I am sorry Sir. I will not do it again,” Neeta said.
“We’ll see. You will need another punishment,” Ramesh declared.
Neeta felt dejected. “Thank you Sir,” she managed to say.
“Go out to the garden and water the plants. I will be back,” Ramesh ordered. “You may stand up while watering the plants. Afterwards wait for me here.”
“Ok Sir,” Neeta said and crawled out. Ramesh went upstairs, had a shower and got dressed. He found Neeta presenting herself in the middle of the living room.
“I will be back. Meanwhile, you will do some more writing.”
“Yes Sir”
“You may write: This slave will focus on her work. This slave will focus and obey.”
“Yes Sir”
“Write it one hundred times, and wait for me on your knees.”
“Yes Sir”
“I will bring lunch for us. You finish this work and wait for me.”
“Yes Sir”
Neeta waited till he opened the gate, started the vehicle and left. She was relieved to hear the gate close.
Ramesh had not closed the main door of the house.
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Chapter 04
Neeta contemplated on sitting up and then decided against it since it occurred to her that there might be hidden cameras around. She was not so sure about Ramesh. She knew he trusted her in general. But this was something where she did not know if he would not trust her.
She sat on her hands and knees, ass raised up and legs spread wide. She faced the door and started writing.
“What if there is a camera right behind me?” she thought. She knew that her most intimate areas would be unashamedly on display. Not that it made any difference. Despite that, she always felt this uneasiness when she exposed herself.
Her parents would be shocked if they knew what was happening to their daughter.
“This slave will focus on her work. This slave will focus and obey” Neeta wrote on. As she went on, she was wondering what she was doing, subjecting herself to this. The images of her parents passed before her. “What if they are staring at me from behind?” she wondered. If they saw her, they would never approve of their daughter exposing her pussy and asshole in this manner.
She wondered what her friends and colleagues think of her if they knew.
She wondered if a student came from behind and saw their teacher’s asshole exposed unashamedly. Or, what if a parent got to know?
This is what made her submit to Ramesh. She could not let people see her in that manner.
“Who knows, they might have their own secret lives” she thought.
She finished writing, and sat up on her knees. Her knees hurt, and she rested her buttocks on the feet and spread her legs. A gentle breeze coming through the door blew over her pussy and she smiled to herself. It was hot inside the house. The garden would be much better.
Neeta waited anxiously. She did not know if the gate was locked. If not, someone might come and find her on display, she thought.
Then it occurred to her that Ramesh is not the type of man who would endanger her, especially when he was absent. She felt a bit of relief.
Yet, the anxious feeling never really disappeared. She waited, half expecting something crazy to happen. It was no surprise that she was startled by the sound of the gate opening. To her relief, she saw that it was none other than Ramesh.
“How are you slave?” he asked as he stepped in, carrying a bag.
“I am good Sir.”
“Great. I brought pizza for us. I thought I would have something special, even though its lunch.”
“Thank you Sir”
He went to the kitchen, and returned without the bag. Then he took her book to inspect.
“Not bad, slave” he commended her.
“Thank you Sir”
“There is room for improvement always” Ramesh added.
“Please teach me Sir”
“Right now, I am hungry” replied Ramesh, removing his T-shirt. He sat on the sofa and told her to bring food.
“No need for a bowl for you. Just bring the food”
“Yes Sir”
Ramesh watched the girl crawl to the kitchen. He could not see her asshole as he wanted. Also he knew her knees would hurt with too much crawling. He made a mental note to change her posture.
Neeta returned with the bag and a bottle of water. Ramesh had the TV on and was seated on the sofa. He took the pizza box out and laid it near him.
“Bring your water bowl too”
“Yes Sir”
“And crawl with your ass up. No need to touch the ground with the knees. But spread the legs as much as possible.”
“Yes Sir”
Ramesh watched Neeta move away, her pussy and asshole revealed with no obstruction. He recalled something he had in his mind for her. Another mental note was made.
“By the time I finish your training, you will not know what decency and humility is” he thought. His image of her was a wanton slut who never felt humiliated if she was asked to perform the most debasing act even in public.
When she returned, Ramesh ordered her to kneel near him. He fed her while he had his own meal. During her meal, she was ordered to play with her clit without cumming. He enjoyed her obvious displeasure at being denied her climax.
After their lunch, they both went to the kitchen, Ramesh carrying the stuff and following the crawling girl. He filled her bowl with water and told her to drink.
Once she was done, he ordered her to stand up.
“Wash the dishes, and return to the bedroom,” Ramesh said, slapping her ass hard. “Be quick about it, okay?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, rubbing the place where he had just spanked her. Then he squeezed her ass and turned back.
***
He was on his bed when Neeta crawled in. He had removed his clothes and was reading a newspaper.
“Climb up and suck me,” he ordered without taking his eyes off the newspaper. “No hands allowed. Mouth only.”
Neeta climbed up the bed and struggled a while to take his cock in. She used her tongue and tried to “pick and gobble” it. Her struggle and sense of powerlessness excited him and made him hard, which in turn helped her to grab him.
She slowly took him in and then started moving to and fro slowly, supporting herself on her hands and knees. His cock hardened with her effort and she felt a hint of pride at her success. Maybe she was his slave; she was already under his control. Despite that, his cock was, for a slight moment, at her mercy. She loved his cock, and the love and adoration continued to grow.
“Work for it slut! You’ll get your dessert if you do this job well,” Ramesh said. “Remember not to spill even a drop.”
There was no need for this instruction.
***
They slept till early evening. Ramesh put on a cuff to her left leg, chained it to a bedpost and let her sleep with him. She slept on his chest, with her right leg thrown over his body. It would have made a beautiful sight for a third person watching them.
Neeta felt the sense of safety with him, perhaps unlike with anyone before.
***
Neeta woke up suddenly. It was almost dusk and the room was considerably dark. She sat up and saw his penis. She was tempted.
She tried to remember. Did he order her to wake him up, or did not he? No, she was lost in her thoughts.
Anyway, her bladder was full. She had lapped up a lot of water after lunch and it was the result. She cursed her bladder. More water meant more pee and more pee meant more shows for her Master.
If her parents knew what she was doing as part of her sex life, she thought.
“Yes mamma, he is so good in bed. We have sex often” she could tell her mother. But how was she ever tell her the other things? “He controls me. I am his. Completely his slave. I am to seek permission for everything. Even to use the toilet. If he wants I am to pee in front of him.”
The thought dreaded her.
But she turned back to his penis, crowned with the thick jungle of curly pubic hair. She slowly moved on and kissed it. It smelled of him and also of her. Faintly.
She took him in.
“Slave” Ramesh said.
She knelt. “Master!”
“Did I ask you to wake me up?”
“I… I don’t remember Master” she said, shuddering.
“The cane. Ten across the ass tonight!”
“Thank you for reminding me sir” Neeta said. By now, her ass was used to such punishments. Yet they hurt.
“You have a lot to learn little slave.”
“I know sir.”
“Cook something for tonight!”
“Ok sir. Anything?”
“Yes. You can decide from what we have.”
“Ok sir.”
He did not mention giving her permission to pee. She was too scared to ask.
***
As she was cooking, Neeta was lost in thought about her future. She actually did not know of her future and what was in store for her. A lifetime with Ramesh like this would be an interesting proposition.
A naked slave.
She thought she would get used to living naked, crawling, being his piss dump and all other humiliations for the time being. But, forever? Especially when she got older?
A sixty year old slave, living naked? What if he dumps her before that?
Also, what if she has kids? She could not believe being a naked slave and raising children.
“No” she thought. “Never.”
Neeta did not notice Ramesh approach and standing by the door, staring at her ass.
“You have a pretty ass slave girl” she heard him say.
She was startled, but then adjusted her composure.
“Thank you sir!”
“On your knees! You must be thirsty”
She sank down on her knees and opened her mouth. Ramesh approached him slowly, causing his half erect penis to sway slightly.
“That cock!” Neeta thought. If not for her bladder, she would not have cared if he fucked her then and there.
“Let us drink it all,” Ramesh said.
“Yes sir!”
Neeta felt repulsive as she gulped his urine. He stood there passively. She had to learn.
Once he was done, Ramesh left the kitchen. “Get back to work!” he said as he left. Neeta stared at his ass, and then resumed her work.
Now she had more liquid and still no permission to urinate. Her bladder cried for release, but she did not dare disobey her Master.
***
Dinner went quietly. Once again Neeta had hers in her bowl, turning her exposed ass towards her Master. She then had water.
Her bladder was almost exploding.
Ramesh, who was still naked, ordered her to wash the dishes and be present at the living room. Neeta crawled in after a few minutes.
He was seated on the sofa, with cane in hand.
“Time for your punishment little bitch.”
She stared at him blankly. He got up and walked behind her.
“Count! If you make a mistake, we will start all over again.”
“Sir? May I ask you something?”
“What is it slut?”
“Can I pee Master?”
“No!”
“Master?”
“Shut the fuck up, okay? Ten more with the cane.”
“Master. Thank you Master. But this slave’s bladder is full”
“Control it!” said Ramesh. “If you can’t, just piss right here!”
“Here?”
“Why not?” Ramesh barked, and brought down the cane on Neeta’s buttocks. Startled, her bladder opened up.
Ramesh laughed. Overwhelmed with shame, Neeta started crying. Ramesh crouched beside her and patted her head.
“It’s okay slave girl. Piss!”
Neeta completely relieved herself and slumped on her puddle, exhausted.
***
Ramesh lifted the piss drenched girl up and carried her to the upstairs bathroom. She held to him until he put her down by the jacuzzi.
Have a good bath. Then you can clean the living room.
Neeta watched him have a shower in the shower cubicle. She was too afraid to speak to him.
“Once you are done, come downstairs.”
“Yes Sir!”
When she returned to the living room, she saw him sitting on the sofa. He pointed to a mop, cleaning liquid and bucket.
“Clean this mess up!”
“Yes Sir.”
***
He carried her to bed and chained her hands to the bed posts. Then he fucked her mouth, proceeding to fuck her pussy when he was ready to cum. A few brutal thrusts later, he was ejaculating in her.
He chained her leg to the bed and released the hands. She settled on his chest.
“You failed me today slave” he said.
“I am sorry Master” she replied.
“It’s ok,” Ramesh replied. “You tried. In time, you will be a well trained slut.”
“As you wish Master.”
“Go to sleep now.”
***
Neeta leaned against the wall in the garden the next morning, pushing her ass out.
“One, thank you Master… Two, thank you Master…” she said, thanking him until he had caned her buttocks twenty times. Once her punishment was carried out, he patted her ass.
“You have the sexiest ass I have spanked” Ramesh said.
“Thank you Master” Neeta said, knowing that he had spanked quite a number of women.
He kissed her. A deep kiss. It was a kiss to a lover more than to a slave. His hands reached for her buttocks and squeezed them gently. His touch was a comfort to her ass which was still in pain.
“Make some breakfast!” he said, letting her go.
“Yes Sir” she said, getting down on all fours. He watched her as she crawled away.The day went slowly, but relatively uneventfully for Neeta. They had breakfast and then Ramesh watched TV while she washed the dishes and watered the plants. She was afraid that someone would ring the bell at the gate, but thankfully no one did. She then made lunch and they went to sleep after the meal. Ramesh fucked her before letting her sleep cuddling him.
Of course, during the day, she was allowed to pee on several occasions and she performed the duties of a piss pot for him several times. It was now slowly becoming a part of her daily routine.
In the evening, Neeta made tea for him and milk for her. She lapped it out of her bowl while he watched her closely. Then he ordered her to stand up on her knees.
“In a short while, you will have to return to your place” he said.
“Yes Master.”
“Do you want to go?”
“No Master,” Neeta said, truthfully. Despite certain humiliations she had to endure, life with Ramesh was much better than being in her place of stay. “But I have to go to work tomorrow. My clothes are there.”
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” Ramesh laughed. “I almost forgot that you wear clothes.”
“I cannot teach naked Master” Neeta said smiling.
“Hmm… Teaching naked would be fun, you know” Ramesh joked.
“Perhaps it will be Master. But not to small kids.”
“Indeed. Imagine teaching a class of adults.”
“They will not understand much of what I teach Master.”
“Yes. So, what would they understand?”
Neeta thought for a second. “I do not know Master. Maybe they’ll just stare at the teacher.”
“True,” Ramesh said. “At what of the teacher?”
“At her body of course.”
“Not the whole body I suppose.”
“Yes Master.”
“Tell me exactly where people would stare if you were naked in a room full of them.”
Neeta hesitated for a moment. “My breasts, pussy, buttocks and perhaps my face.”
“In other words, at your udders, cunt and ass.”
“Yes Master”
“Repeat that list for me slave!”
Neeta hesitated a second. “They will stare at my… udders, cunt and ass Master.”
“Good,” Ramesh said. “Now you see. You are just udders, cunt and ass. A mere fucktoy.”
Neeta cast her eyes down and saw her breasts. “Udders” she thought. “Am I like a cow?” Of course, cows are sacred in her country. But this was nothing to do with that.
“But for me, you are more than that” Ramesh added. “You are my slave. You have to serve me and I have to protect you.”
“Thank you Master.”
“I see all that in you slave. You are udders, cunt, ass and mouth for me. But you are also my slave girl. Also my woman.”
“Master,” Neeta said hesitantly. “Can I ask a question?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“So, when I am old, when my breasts… I mean, when my udders start sagging and my skin gets wrinkled, will I still be yours?”
“If I do not sell you off, yes. At the moment I do not think I will sell you to someone else. I see something in you. I want you to be mine”
“Do they… Do they sell slaves Master?”
“Of course, if the owner wants” Ramesh said. “When you are older I might get a new girl. Who knows? It’s too early to say. But you’ll be mine most probably. Until one of us die.”
“And then Master?”
“I might make arrangements for you to be given to someone else. Or you might have your freedom,” Ramesh replied. “If I die suddenly right now, you will become someone else’s slave. I have made arrangements.”
“He has already made arrangements” thought Neeta. As if she was his property.
Well, according to their understanding, she was.
“Can I know who my new Master will be in such an event Master?”
“Not yet. In due course you will.”
“Yes Master.”
Ramesh walked to her. “Give a kiss to your lord and say goodbye for the time being.”
Neeta smiled and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she touched it with the tip of her tongue.
“Can I take your cock in my mouth Master?” she asked.
“You need it badly slave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Then beg for it properly” ordered Ramesh.
“Master, can this worthless slut take your lovely cock in her mouth please?” Neeta begged. Yes, she needed his cock so badly that the words just came to her.
“Okay. Use your hands too. Suck my cock and my balls. Do a proper job with enough saliva and sucking. Also, you may swallow.”
“Thank you Master!”
Neeta cupped his balls from the base of the scrotum and kissed his penis. She then moved up his penis to his balls, sucked them and moved back to the tip of the penis. Then she applied a lot of saliva and coated his cock with it using her tongue. Spitting more saliva to her cupped hands, she applied it over his cock.
His cock stood erect and shiny.
She held it from the base and started moving her fist to and fro. Then she took it in, slowly and deliberately. She moved on until her nose was hidden inside his pubic hair. She savoured the moment for a few moments before slowly releasing his cock from her throat. She deepthroated him a few more times before releasing his cock with a slurping sound.
Then she looked at him.
“Master” she said. “Your slut loves your big cock. Please cum inside her mouth”
“Make me cum then. It’s all yours my little girl”
“Thank you Master!”
She moved up and down faster, before slowing down and taking him in. He could not last long. Neeta was an expert in pleasing Ramesh by now. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation as he emptied his load down her throat.
“That was good” he said, caressing Neeta’s head.
She looked at him, unable to speak with his cock still in her mouth. He released her slowly, deliberately.
She looked at his cock and cast her eyes downwards.
“You want something little slut?”
She looked at him. “No Master.”
“I know what you want,” he smiled. “Play with yourself so that I can see. Since I am pleased, I give permission for you to cum”
“Thank you Master” she said.
Ramesh sat down to watch as Neeta started playing with her pussy. She was already wet and her ministrations of her clit made her wet more. She dipped her finger inside her and pulled it out, lubricating the outside of her pussy. As she speeded up, her moans grew louder and louder, culminating in an explosive orgasm, when she moaned loud and collapsed.
He waited until she was back in her senses and sat on her knees.
“Lovely,” he said. “Shows how much of a wanton slut you are.”
She looked down, feeling ashamed about herself. He stood up from his seat and came over to her.
“Stand up!”
When she did, he carried her to the bathroom upstairs, almost effortlessly. He put her down in the shower area and joined her.
“On all fours under the shower. Ass up, legs spread wide!”
“Yes Master.”
The water fell on her back as she fell down with her ass raised up. Ramesh laughed.
“You know little bitch,” he said, slapping her right on her asshole. “Who would think that a woman with a respectable job will be a slut like this? This asshole is asking me to fuck it.”
Neeta cringed. She was a virgin there and the thought of anyone fucking her ass was just a bit too much. But she knew that if he wanted, she will do it. Not only because she had to follow his orders, but also because he knew how to get something done from her.
“Shall I fuck your asshole bitch?” he asked.
Neeta hesitated. “It is your decision Master,” she then said, her mind mentally preparing to give her ass to him.
“Well, all your holes are mine anyway” he replied. “But this can wait.”
Neeta did not respond. Ramesh slapped her buttocks a few times and left the bathroom. “Take a quick shower and come downstairs!”
When she returned, she saw Ramesh sitting on the living room sofa, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He had her bag by his side.
“So, today we leave like we came, but with some additional stuff in your bag. You can check it out once you are at your place. Stay there until I come”
He went out with her bag and returned without it. Then she was asked to stand up. Once she did, Ramesh gently patted her buttocks and placed his hand firmly there. “Let’s go!” he said, squeezing her ass gently.
They came out and locked the door. He opened the rear door of the vehicle for her to get in and closed it once he did. She saw her bag in the front seat.
Ramesh sat behind the wheel and opened the gate with the remote control. She stared at him as he reversed the vehicle without even looking at her.
“You are okay traveling like that, aren’t you little girl?”
“I do not mind Master” Neeta replied. As expected, her legs were spread wide, exposing her pussy.
“Does the AC get on your cunt?”
“It does sir. My… My cunt is cold.”
“Well, it was on heat for a whole weekend. Let it cool down a bit.”
“Yes Master.”
“You know, with the right moves at the right time, that respectable professional gives way to the real you underneath” Ramesh said. “You are a bitch in heat. Aren’t you?”
“I enjoy sex Sir. You know me better than I do. So, you must be right”
“Which means, you are a what little girl?”
“I am a bitch… A bitch in heat, Master.”
“Sure you are” Ramesh responded, emphasizing the point.
He drove on until they were near her place and stopped the vehicle.
“Push your ass towards me slut!” he ordered. Neeta did as she was told. Ramesh searched for something in her bad and she heard a pen being opened.
He spanked her as hard as he could. She cried out. Ignoring her, he proceeded to write something on her right butt cheek.
“Do you know what I wrote?”
“No sir.”
“You can check once you are near a large mirror,” Ramesh replied. “Now, get dressed. As much as I would love to send you naked, I think I will not take the risk of your landlady seeing you like that in her place.”
He gave her a dress which reached around halfway down her thighs.
“I am sure no one will note that this slut is not wearing panties” Ramesh said. “But if anyone sees that you are not wearing a bra, it is your problem.”
“Yes Master.”
“Also, once you are in your roo, you will strip and stay naked till you have to get dressed for work.”
“Yes Master.”
“Good. Now take your bag and walk! Call me once you are alone.”
Ramesh watched as she walked and turned to her lane. Then he went home.
Neeta was able to sneak past without her landlady from seeing her. She managed to sneak in to her room with only one girl seeing her. She was busy in a call.
Neeta called Ramesh. He did not respond. She undressed.
Her phone vibrated. She reached for it in her bag. She saw some other things in her bag, including a book. But she had to get the phone first.
It was her WhatsApp. “Did you strip little slut?”
“Yes Master” she responded.
“Did you read what is on your arse?”
“No Sir.”
“Ok. Read later.” he responded.
“I will sir”
He called her.
“You will not be naked tonight,” he said.
“Why sir?”
“Open your bag. You will see your notebook and another object. Clean it well. It will then go in your asshole.”
“It’s a carrot Master” she said after searching her bag. It was around six inches in length.
“So, you will not be naked” Ramesh chuckled. “You will hold that by your asshole till tomorrow morning. Understood?”
“Yes Master”
“Clean it without removing the leaves and lubricate with saliva. Then push it in.”
“Yes Master”
“Once it is done, you will also see your ass in a mirror. You will see both the carrot, or most probably the leaves, and what I wrote on your ass. Then, before you sleep, you will write a sentence 20 times in your book.”
“Yes Sir”
“I will send the sentence on WhatsApp.”
“Thank you Sir!”
Naked, Neeta went to her kitchen and scMolestationd the root of the carrot. Then she applied as much saliva as possible. She was supremely worried about her ability to take it up the ass. But she knew that she will have to get used to it. She was thankful that he made her do it in her own place for the first time. If she was asked to do it in front of him she would not have succeeded.
She was smart enough to know that this was a training she had to undergo.
Neeta sat on all fours on her bed and pushed her ass up, with legs as wide as possible. Then she tried to insert the carrot in. She found hard to aim properly and had to ultimately give up. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her legs up and kept her feet on the bed. Adjusting her posture so that her asshole was accessible, she tried again.
It rejected the intruder and she had to push hard. It was painful but she drove on as she had to do it somehow. In the end, her sphincter gave way and she was successful in pushing in most of the carrot.
Neeta laid down and remained there for a few minutes, before managing to stand up. She walked awkwardly to her mirror and looked at her behind. Most of the length of the carrot was hidden but the leaves stood out rather obscenely. But her eyes went from that to the right butt cheek.
It had the word “slut” written on it.
She walked awkwardly to where her phone was. There was one message.
“Carrots are great to fill the asshole of this slave”
She went to her bed and wrote the sentences. Then she took a picture and sent it to Ramesh.
“Welldone. Goodnight slave girl” he responded.
“Goodnight Sir!” she sent back a message, and went to sleep.It was during the mid-day interval that she received the message on WhatsApp.
“Good morning slut! Where is your carrot?”
“Good morning Sir! I removed it when I had to get ready.”
“Ok. How was it?”
“Hard.”
She had somehow managed that night. Her ass was hurting when she woke up. She walked to the bathroom slowly, awkwardly, and slowly removed the carrot. She had released a considerable amount of air as well.
She imagined how it would have been if her Master was a witness.
It did hurt when she carried out her bodily functions. Nevertheless she showered and got ready, wrapping her light blue colored saree well below her navel. She also wore no panties.
Her ass still hurt as she walked to the bus stop where she took her school bus. It felt awkward when she walked. Somehow she managed to board the bus and take her seat besides her friend Isha.
Isha was a 26 year-old maths teacher. She was of darker complexion than Neeta. But she was pretty and was single. They did get along well. That morning, Isha did find something strange in her friend.
“Anything wrong Neeta?”
“No. Why?”
“You sit a bit awkward”, Isha replied.
“No. Nothing wrong.”
Isha was watchful despite her friend’s assurance. When they arrived at the school, they both kept their bags in the staff room as usual and went towards the adjoining washrooms.
“I guess I know your issue” Isha said mischievously.
“What?”
“Did you see Ramesh during the weekend?”
“Yes.”
“There you go!”
Isha did not say much afterwards.
She was there with Neeta during the mid-day interval when the messages came. Once the messages stopped, she spoke up.
“He is a nice guy, right?”
“Yes,” Neeta said, worried if her friend saw any messages.
“So, how was the weekend?”
“It was fun.”
E were too many staff members around and Isha stopped the discussion. “I want to know, later” she said playfully pinching Neeta’s arm.
“Everything?” Neeta thought with a smile. How could she tell her everything. Isha would never believe.
***
“Sir, you know her inquisitive mind” Neeta typed.
“Tell her whatever you like. I will not force you in this. You have common sense. Tease her a little. Make her jealous of you.”
“I will Master” Neeta replied.
Neeta felt free and mischievous. She was going to give a few bits and pieces later.
Ramesh was already interested in his slave’s best friend.
***
The same afternoon, Neeta was lying on her bed, chatting with Isha. Her legs were spread as much as possible and she was naked. This was how she was supposed to be dressed and keep her legs even when she was alone.
“He fucked you, right?”
“Sure he did.”
“How is it?”
“He is good. Sometimes he is rough but usually he is knows what he is doing,” Neeta said. She was wondering where this was leading.
“Tell me why you were awkward today?”
“I was not.”
“Bullshit!” sent in Isha. “Did he fuck your ass?”
“No” Neeta said. Technically she was not lying, she recalled.
“I think so. I am sure.”
Neeta wanted to say “a carrot fucked my ass” and finish it. But she did not.
“No men,” she denied.
“Liar. I know you.”
“Ok. You believe what you want” she replied.
“Ok. I’ll find out someday” Isha responded. “Were you there the whole weekend?”
“Of course I was.”
“Lucky you.”
Neeta remembered her weekend. She wanted to touch herself. She called Ramesh.
“Yes!”
“Master, can I cum now?”
“Why so suddenly?”
“Isha is asking about you. It made me remember.”
“Okay. Go ahead!”
“Thank you Master!”
***
“It was fun” she typed.
Isha called her in a few seconds.
“You do not tell us and have all the fun on your own” she said.
“Do I have to tell you?”
“Of course! I love to know fun stuff.”
“Crazy idiot!” quipped Neeta. “There is nothing much to say.”
“He fucked your ass, right?”
“No men, he did not!”
“Lies. I knew when you were acting strange that something was wrong.”
“No, no. It is true.”
“Then what was wrong with you?”
“Too much sex I suppose.”
Isha laughed. “Did you spend the whole weekend on bed?”
“Not the whole weekend” Neeta said. “But we did not use much clothes.”
“I can imagine.”
“Actually, he wants me to be naked when I am with him.”
“Always?”
“Always.”
“That is fun.”
“Well, not when you have someone staring at your ass and you can do nothing about it.”
“Some complaining. He’s your guy. Who cares?”
Neeta was rubbing her clit as she talked with her friend. She found it hard to play without making a suspicious sound.
“Can I call you later?” she asked.
“I wonder what is going on.”
“I am feeling turned on,” Neeta said truthfully. “Let me have some fun now.”
“Okay, okay!”
***
“I am going to see him today. So, you go ahead” Neeta said after school on Thursday. Isha looked at her in a mischievous manner and went off.
Neeta walked to the designated junction and waited. She had to wait for ten minutes before he came. She got in to the back seat.
“How are you little girl?”
“I am good Master.”
“Okay. Strip!”
“Yes Master!”
Despite being afraid that someone might see her through the dark windows, Neeta hid behind the front passenger seat and started to strip. Knowing that it would not really matter she did not worry too much about the sequence. As such, she removed her petticoat before the blouse and the bra.
Once she had stripped, Neeta sat with her legs spread wide.
“I hope the tattoo is still on your ass?”
“It is Sir.”
“Good!”
They came to his place in a half an hour. He stopped the vehicle, got down and opened her door for her.
“Give me your bra.”
Once she did, he asked her to step out and keep her hands behind her back. Then he used her bra to tie her wrists together.
“Slut,” he said lightly squeezing her ass where the word was written. “You want to pee?”
“Yes Master!”
Ramesh opened the passenger side door and opened the cabby. He took out her leash and collar and attached them.
“Come” he said, and pulled her by her leash to the corner in the garden. He then removed the leash and ordered her to squat and pee.
Once she had finished, Ramesh unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. Then he started urinating straight at her face.
“Drink as much as you can”
She tried her best to drink but most of it spilled all over her body. Ramesh did not really care if she drank or not. She was drenched in urine when he was done.
“Suck me.”
Neeta struggled to take his cock in her mouth. Once she did, she tried her best to play with it without her hands. Ramesh waited, excited by her struggles, until he decided to get hold of her head and start fucking her mouth. He went on until he released his load down her throat.
Once he was done, he pulled his clothes back on and ordered Neeta to stand up. He attached her leash back and pulled up the stairs her towards the bathroom, opening the front door along the way.
“Get a good shower. We have somewhere to go in about an hour”
“Yes Master!”
Ramesh untied her hands, slapped her ass and left her.
***
Neeta found him sitting on the bed in the bedroom. She crawled near him and knelt, her thighs spread wide. She saw him staring at her pussy.
“What am I doing?” she wondered. “Why am I subjecting myself to this debasement?”
She just remembered how she reeked of piss just a while ago. How he slapped her ass as if it was just a way of saying goodbye before leaving her.
“We will be leaving for dinner tonight. It will be a test as well as part of your training,” Ramesh said.
“Yes Sir.”
“You will meet your prospective guardian in the case of an emergency,” Ramesh continued. “In the case of my incapability to train you or look after you, he will take over.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Apply some makeup. You should be presentable. I am sure your bag has the required stuff.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Bring it from the car and apply some makeup. Just a bit of makeup would do”
“Yes Sir.”
Neeta went to the bathroom and applied the makeup. She painted her eyes with a light shade of blue, applied some makeup on her face and some lipstick too. Then she presented herself.
“Good. Now stand up and try this!”
Ramesh threw a red colored garment at Neeta. She caught it and stood up. It was a micro-mini skirt. She started to put it on, wondering if there was any point in wearing the dress. Just as she thought, it barely managed to cover her pussy and much of her ass was still naked.
“This is not a dress meant to cover your nakedness,” Ramesh said. “Besides, what is the point? I am trying to train you to overcome shame and modesty. You should ideally be able to attend tonight’s dinner naked. Actually, you should be able to attend any dinner or event naked. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
“But Dr. Rao wanted you to be dressed in this along with a bra. I’ll give the bra when we are there. Give that worthless thing back now. Your heels are in the car, right?
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Make some tea for me. I will be downstairs.”
“Yes Sir.”
***
It was after driving for around a half an hour that Ramesh gave back the skirt.
“We are close by. Put this on,” he said.
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
Once she was dressed, he threw her another garment.
It was a bra. A black colored, cupless bra.
“What do you think?” Ramesh asked after she had put on the bra.
“I would rather like to go naked Sir” Neeta said. She was wondering what the point is to wear anything like this at all.
“Your udders look better in them I am sure” he said. “Although I agree that cows do not deserve any clothing.”
***
It was already dark when they arrived at the house of Dr. Rao. A roller door opened into a spacious garden and a large house came to view. A well dressed, tall man with white, long hair arrived at the front door.
“Wait here” Ramesh said, and went over to meet the man. They shook hands and the man patted Ramesh’s back.
Then, Neeta was surprised to see a naked girl, most probably younger than her, arrive. She was a slim girl with small breasts. Neeta saw Ramesh pinch her right nipple as the girl slightly bowed her head. She then came towards the car with the men staring at her ass.
“Master Ramesh must have fucked this girl,” Neeta thought.
The girl opened the door.
“Hello Neeta” she said. “I am Ruby.”
“Hello.”
“Master told me about you. So, you are Master Ramesh’s new slave?”
“I think… Yes”
“Don’t be shy,” Ruby said smiling. “I have been Dr. Rao’s slave girl for two years.”
Neeta hinted a bit of pride in Ruby in her admission. She wondered as to how someone could be so proud of being a slave.
“I know. Questions. Come, let us talk later. Dr. Rao wants to see you.”
Ruby turned around, motioning Neeta to follow her. Neeta was not exactly surprised to see that Ruby had a tail originating from her asshole. A butt plug with hair reaching mid thigh. It is a beautiful tail, Neeta felt.
For a moment, Neeta forgot the obscenity of a girl having a tail coming out of her asshole and appreciated its beauty. Ruby had a nice, round ass and the tail looked good on her.
***
“So, this is your little girl,” said Dr. Das in a pleasant voice, extending his hand to Neeta. He shook it firmly.
“Yes” Ramesh said.
“Nice stuff here” Dr. Das said squeezing her right breast.
There was a silence for a few moments. Then Ramesh broke it.
“Where are your manners slut?”
Neeta startled and spoke up. “Sorry Sir! Thank you Sir!”
“She is yet to learn a lot” Dr. Das said.
“Yes” Ramesh added. “We should punish her for misbehaving.”
“She is yours to punish of course.”
“I know,” Ramesh said. “Strip!”
Neeta slowly removed her cupless bra and put it down. Then she bent over and pulled the skirt down. She handed over her garments to Ramesh.
“Put them in the vehicle you slut!”
“Yes Master” Neeta said and took them to the vehicle. When she returned, the men were already seated in the living room sofa.
“Stand in inspection!” Ramesh said.
Neeta stood in front of them, with her legs spread wide and hands behind the back of her head. She was afraid to disappoint Ramesh again.
“She is a pretty thing,” Dr. Rao said. “So, what is her punishment?”
“No clothes till Monday morning. No pissing for six hours.”
“Interesting, isn’t it little one?”
“Yes Sir.”
“So, I hope you stay for six hours so that I can have a view of you pissing” Dr. Rao said with no real change in his voice.
Neeta could not think of what to say. Then she spoke. “If my Master wishes, I will be staying Sir.”
“Good girl. I like her already.”
“She is” Ramesh said, patting her head. “But she has a lot to learn.”
“We all have. My slave girl will help her with some tips once in a while,” Dr. Rao commented. “May be that will also help you.”
“Perhaps,” Ramesh said, staring at Ruby’s breasts. Dr. Rao had been opposed to the idea of piercing her nipples. He was not yet sure if he wanted Neeta’s nipples to be pierced.
“We’ll see then,” Dr. Rao said. “Meanwhile, shall I do an inspection of the girl. My slave will keep you company in the meantime.”
“Sounds interesting” Ramesh smiled.
“Let us go. Upstairs. Keep your hands on your head.” Dr. Rao told Neeta. Naked, Neeta entered the house. She looked at Ramesh who nodded. She had not been ordered to crawl either.
Dr. Rao motioned her to climb up the stairs before him. “There are only a few better views in this world than a naked sexy woman’s ass climbing up the stairs” he said gently squeezing her ass.
Neeta climbed up the stairs, aware of the show she was giving the elderly man. For a moment she felt bad about having an attractive body. If not for that, she would not have ended up in this predicament where she was stripped in front of strangers.
But she knew that there was no way out if this continued this way. Blackmail was the ultimate threat. But losing her man, her Master, would also be unpleasant for different reasons.
Once on top of the stairs, Neeta stopped for a moment to see what was going on downstairs. She saw Ruby already bent over and Ramesh fingering her from behind.
“Let them have some fun” Dr. Rao said. “Ruby likes your Master.”
“But I am his. Should I be proud?”
“You have to be thankful. Pride is something you have to manage” said Dr. Rao. “Yes, you must be proud since you have a good Master who considers you as his. But, you are a slave and he will decide what is good for you.”
“I know sir” said Neeta as she saw Ramesh unbuckle his belt.
“That’s enough. Let’s go” Dr. Rao said. “My slave needs a new cock once in a while. You will realize.”
Dr. Rao guided Neeta to a medical room. Inside was a table and a chair, a bed and a gynecological chair with other equipment in a cupboard.
“This is my private clinic. I use it now to inspect slaves mainly. It is, of course, a rare occasion to have a slave here.”
Neeta looked at the equipment in disbelief.
“Of course, if I am bored, I have my slave to inspect” said Dr. Rao. “I know the insides of her cunt and asshole as much as the outsides.”
Neeta looked at him and lowered her head, imagining herself exposed in that manner.
“Climb on to the chair and keep your legs on the stirrups” Dr. Rao ordered, patting her ass. Neeta did as she was asked. She pushed her ass towards the edge of the chair so that she could keep the legs raised up on the stirrups. She was already well exposed.
“Nice cunt,” Dr. Rao said. Neeta stared at his mouth.
“Thank you Dr. Rao.”
Dr. Rao gently pulled her pussy lips out.
“You said you are a teacher?” He asked.
“Yes Sir.”
“If I were your principal, I would have loved to see you teach naked.”
“My Master said the same Sir.”
“Of course. Anyway, let us finish this now. Teaching can wait.”
Dr. Rao went over to his instruments cupboard. He took something out and started to wash it.
“Play with your clit little slut. We need some lubrication in your pussy.”
Neeta did not know what to say and could not start rubbing her clit. Dr. Rao looked at her and smiled.
“Do you want me to enter this into your dry pussy? Or are you already wet, thinking of your Master fucking Ruby?”
Neeta closed her eyes. Her Master fucking that girl? She tried to imagine. Was he fucking her Rockygie style? Was she giving him a blowjob? Was he spanking her? Was she begging him to fuck her?
Neeta felt jealous. She felt she would be better for him. She would please her Master much better than a worthless cunt of a woman.
***
Dr. Rao approached Neeta, who was rubbing her clit. Her eyes were closed.
“Open up,” he said. “Look at the guy who will enter your cunt.”
Neeta opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to get used to it. It was a speculum. Dr. Rao was wearing gloves.
“We use this to look deep into cunt holes and assholes,” said Dr. Rao. “So, let me do my inspection.”
With his gloved hands, he gently rubbed her pussy and rubbed her clit. Neeta bit her tongue and waited. As he placed the tool over her vagina she closed her eyes. It gently entered her and she could feel the metallic cold. Dr. Rao gently pushed it in and then turned the screw so that it expanded the opening of her vagina.
“Hmm… Interesting, I would say.”
Neeta did not know what to say. She opened her eyes and looked at Dr. Rao.
“Nice pinkish insides. Looks good.”
Neeta looked at him. “Thank you” she then said, remembering that she could be punished had she forgotten.
“Let me show you.”
Dr. Rao reached for his pocket and got his phone out. Then he just aimed at Neeta’s vagina and took some photos. He then came over to her and showed one. What she saw was an obscenely exposed vagina.
“What do you think?”
“It looks… It is so strange Sir”
“To see the insides of your cunt like that for the first time is strange, isn’t it?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Okay. I would like my guy over here to check it out. But first, let me help you out of this.”
Dr. Rao gently removed the device from Neeta’s vagina.
“Enjoy the moment little slut.”
He started licking her. He moved his tongue between her vagina and clitoris for a few minutes and then settled over her clitoris, making her cum in another few minutes.
While she was lost in her climax, he left the room. She opened her eyes after a few moments and sat there wondering what she should do. Then Dr. Rao entered, naked. Neeta turned to see him entering and was pleasantly surprised to see a robust looking figure for a man of that age. His cock was half erect.
“Am I looking good?” he asked.
She smiled slightly. “I must say you sure are, Sir.”
“May be a lot of sex is the trick” Dr. Rao replied. “I mean, how can I help not having too much sex when there is a naked slave girl at home.”
Neeta smiled slightly. “And now you have another” she almost said.
“Get down on your knees and suck me. I want to see your skills.”
Neeta drew her legs from the stirrups, and at a rare moment of modesty, closed them together before climbing down from the chair to kneel. She touched the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. He smiled.
The girl held his cock with her right hand and started blowing him. She applied a copious amount of saliva and sucked him to a powerful erection.
“To the bed. Spread your legs!”
Dr. Rao watched Neeta as she stepped past him. Once she was on the bed, he got on top of her. It was not difficult for him to find the aim. He sucked her nipples alternatively for a few moments before plunging his cock into her pussy. He felt her wrap him in and started fucking her relentlessly. It was fast and quick. Soon he emptied his load inside her.
He kissed her. He smelled something good. A mixture of fragrances. He kissed her passionately for a few moments. Then he sat up and kissed her on the insides of her thigh.
“Come, sit on my lap” he said.
Neeta sat up and moved her ass on top of his lap. Dr. Rao smiled and kissed her forehead.
“You are a good girl” he said. “Also, surely, you will be a good slave.”
“Will I Sir?” Neeta asked.
Dr. Rao smiled. “It is not unusual for you to have doubts. As humans we all have egos. Also we have social norms. Even if we may be comfortable with our environment, we may find it hard to overcome our ego and social norms.”
Neeta was lost in thought, trying to grasp what was said.
“For example, think about yourself” continued the elderly man. “There are social norms which you adhere to. Wearing clothes in public for example. But do you feel uncomfortable living naked with your Master or with us?”
“I did initially” said Neeta. “But I do not find it strange with him. With you, I cannot tell right now.”
“I know. Let us give it some more time. In time, you will be introduced to other people too. But, you will not have any difficulty.”
“I hope so Sir.”
Dr. Rao smiled. “The biggest challenge is overcoming the shame. It is a perception. We see it shameful to walk around naked because the society thinks so. But me and your Master do not think so. It is natural for a slave to live naked.”
“Yes Sir”
“More challenging is the overcoming of ego. You still have egos. You have to learn how to surrender all your ego to your Master. He is your owner. He will decide for you. He will know what is good for you. You will just be his property. Once that ego is gone, you will be a great slave girl. Understood?”
Neeta looked at him. “I think I do Sir.”
“Great” said Dr. Rao with a smile. He started gently caressing her right breast. “You have a great figure. Nice udders and bum too. You will make a good slave.”
“Thank you Sir.” Neeta said almost automatically.
“Actually, you will make a pretty good sex slave. A sex slave whose main job will be to offer anything and everything to anyone her Master wants.”
“Thank you Sir” she said again. She knew. It was her ego too. She was being instructed to thank any debasing complement, partly to kill her ego. She was just a “thing.”
She suspected that she was becoming just that.