Madame Rekha made me her slave!

I was just young teen boy of eighteen when Madam Rekha made her everlasting impact on my
life, converting me forever into a submissive worshipful masochistic
slave to older dominant and aggressive women. I was in ninth class
and stayed in the hostel attached to the school. I was a slim
delicate boy and usually aroused strong maternal instincts in women.
Our term had started two months back and it would be the Diwali
holidays in another month. The post of warden and math teacher was
vacant and suddenly rumors started that a tough new lady teacher
would soon take over the duties. I expected her to be an elderly
spinster, severe looking and close to retirement. What we got instead
was a tall slim athletic woman, of about thirty-five years of age
with a steely piercing gaze and supreme self-confidence.

The first time I saw Madam Rekha in the class, she was wearing a
salwar and kameez, a typical Punjabi dress, with a starched white
dupatta and slim black high heel sandals, somehow looking very sexy
and out of place in the class room. The dress failed to hide the fact
of a strong strapping lithe body, apparent from her bearing and
whatever was visible of her sculpted strong forearms. Her face was
average with a faint growth of soft hair on her lips, generally found
in many virile north Indian women. But the strong predatory
expression on her face made her extremely attractive to me. I soon
got a taste of how strong she was. On the first day itself, she
seemed to pick me out for special treatment though it did not seem
like that at the moment. She asked a tough question and when no one
answered, asked me to stand up and reply. My answer was wrong and she
called me to the front of the class, a steely glint in her eyes and
let me have a resounding slap which made me stagger and almost fall
down. The sting brought tears to my eyes and when I started crying,
she asked me to kneel down for the duration of the class.

This happened every day for the next few days and I started to dread
going to the class. She realized the effect that public punishment
was having on my psyche and stopped punishing me in public but called
me to her office in the hostel every evening, where I would receive a
thorough beating regularly for all my mistakes of the day.
Perversely, though these beatings were quite painful and humiliating,
I had started enjoying them in secret as it brought her close to me.
She smelled faintly of a lovely musk and from close, her smooth
glowing healthy complexion was extremely arousing. I used to look
down while being berated by her, where I could stare at her beautiful
fair slim feet, just visible through the straps of her sandals.

I would masturbate furiously every night, imagining how she would
look naked and imagining making passionate love to her. I also
wondered why other boys in my class were getting away lightly and I
was being singled out for her punishing sprees. I fleetingly saw
something close to attraction and lust in her eyes while she beat me
and this aroused a wild hope in me, which became stronger with every
beating that I received from her.

Any way, the result was that I would stare at her surreptitiously,
trying to get a glimpse of her body other than the feet, hands and
face visible normally. My day was made if I could see her while she
removed and readjusted her dupatta, so that the gently rising profile
of her lovely taut breasts became visible. Once I caught a glimpse of
slim smooth ankles and a fleshy muscled hairy calf as she raised her
salwar to get rid of an irritating stem of grass from her dress and I
masturbated twice that night, visualizing the rest of her legs. From
then on, I started making mistakes on purpose and the beatings
increased till one fine day, just before the holidays, she forbade me
from going home. She phoned my uncle and aunt, my guardians, that she
was retaining me in the hostel for three weeks of extra coaching in
the holidays.

The holidays emptied the hostel and I was the only one remaining
there apart from Madam Rekha. The mess was also closed and she ordered
me to move into her small warden's flat. She had a suite consisting
of a small kitchen, one living room and a small bedroom. There was an
exercise bike in the corner, explaining her strapping athletic frame.
She told me that I could sleep in the living room. The first night
passed uneventfully and I did not masturbate that night, overcome
with a sense of occasion and a delicious feeling of anticipation. I
slept like a log and woke up refreshed and very horny. In the
morning, Madam was reasonably gracious towards me, even cooking me a
small favorite dish for lunch. I noticed her gaze drifting to me time
and again with a strange look in her eyes. She went out to the
library after lunch, giving me an assignment, which I was to complete
by the evening. I tried to do it, but it was too tough and I gave up,
anticipating a beating as usual, which both excited and scared me.

To pass time, I looked through her books and was surprised to find a
few adult books in the lowermost shelf, hidden behind textbooks. They
were mostly of erotic literature category but some of a very arousing
nature. There were complete works of DeSade and I read a few
paragraphs randomly and was tremendously aroused, by the description
of perverse sexual punishments. There also seemed to be many hardcore
novels, describing all manners of perversities and incest among
family members. The books were well thumbed and used and must have
been read many times. I quickly put them back and of course, there
was no way I could study after that. It took a lot of discipline just
to keep my hands away from my erect penis. I quickly restored the
books as much as possible to their original order well before her
return.

Madam Rekha returned in the evening, had a refreshing bath and asked
me also to bathe quickly and come for getting my homework checked.
She put on a fresh pair of her favorite pair of salwar kameez,
slipped on her cream colored rubber bathroom slippers and walked to
her desk, the slippers slapping sexily against her pink soles. To me
they looked and sounded so sensuous that I started getting a hard-on,
which I desperately tried to suppress. Most probably she noticed it
but chose to ignore it. She sat down and asked me to show her what I
had done in the afternoon. I trembled as she also took out her
favorite cane from the drawer and kept it ready.

She looked at the answer sheets and her brows slowly knitted into a
frown as she saw what I had done. She could not contain her anger and
landed me a sudden stinging slap on my cheek, asking me what I had
done the whole afternoon. Then she picked up the cane, asked me to
spread my palms outward and started striking hard on them with the
cane. When I pulled my hands back, stung beyond endurance, she
started beating me on my legs and buttocks, wherever she could reach
with the cane. I sobbed and did not reply but inadvertently glanced
at her bookcase. It was a terrible mistake as she too looked there
and noted the displaced volumes of DeSade. Her eyes lit up with that
strange expression and she throatily asked me whether I had been
going through her private books. When I cringed and meekly nodded,
she walked to me and pulling my hair shook me and shouted at me
saying she would show me what happens when children poke into adult's
private possessions. "Aaj tujhe maja chakhatee hoon, meri private
cheezon par nazar daalne ka."

Her nearness to me slowly aroused me, in spite of my fear and I
stared at her heaving chest, noting the bulge of firm mounds from
below her bra-cups, faintly visible through the cloth of her kameez.
She saw me staring and froze. Something came over me and I bent down
and reverentially kissed her hand. She pulled up my head roughly
catching my hair and I moaned in pain as she stared into my eyes. She
saw a deep worshipping look there and slowly a lusty predatory look
appeared in her dark flashing eyes. She stayed still for a moment and
suddenly kissed me full on the lips. The kiss told me everything and
I instinctively had a complete idea of what would happen during the
whole remaining three weeks of the holiday.

In retrospect, this first night was the most painful as I got beaten
by her all night. She was like a child who has been given her
favorite toy and wanted to just play with it to her heart's content.
All her fantasies about having a young boy to play with and beating
him as she pleased had come within her reach and she was free to act
out her secret sexual desires. Even if she would have continued in
the same vein throughout the vacation, I would not have minded as the
pain of beating was overshadowed by the strong sexual attraction that
I felt for this goddess like teacher of mine. But she mellowed after
first night and the beatings were softer and more sensual next day
onwards, and were more to arouse than to cause pain.

To continue the story, my joy knew no bounds when she kissed me and I
looked at her with a deep reverential look while continuing to cry
with fright. The interlude lasted only a moment as she started
beating me hard with purposeful determined blows. Even as I whimpered
with pain at the blows that I received, my young eager penis rose and
made a telltale bulge in my shorts. Madam Gill too noticed it and
slowly licked her lips.

She was now thoroughly aroused as she started slapping me hard across
the cheeks with her palms. I felt pure pleasure throb my veins but
sobbed in a show of fear, my cheeks stinging with the delicious pain.
When the sting in my cheeks became unbearable I started trying to get
away from her. This infuriated her further and she picked up her
rubber-lined cane again and started whipping me anywhere she could
land it. As I cried for mercy, she shouted at me to strip quickly if
I wanted to escape the relentless beating. "Nanga ho ja jaldi se
nahin to aur maar khayega" I obeyed, jumping around and sobbing with
the sensation of the deliciously sensuous pain as I quickly removed
my clothes. Her eyes lit up with a strange lust as she saw my small
boyish figure and smooth naked skin and dropping the cane started
slapping my face hard with her palms. Finally I was completely nude
and she turned me around and drawing her arm well back, gave me a
couple of final resounding slaps on the cheeks for good measure,
which made me rock back on my heels.

She observed my tear stained red cheeks with satisfaction and then
picking up her cane, rained blows after blows on my rump, all the
while threatening me that she would teach me a lesson for my
audacious behavior in kissing her hand. "Teri himmat kaise huee mera
haath choomne ki" I sobbed and whimpered but my penis rose further in
a salute to the beautiful angry woman. She saw the slim five-inch boy
cock throbbing at her and again licked her lips hungrily. She was now
mad with lust and in a sadistic mood. She stopped herself with great
effort and threw the cane on the floor. She asked me to lie down on
the floor and I obeyed her immediately. She quickly rummaged through
her drawer and produced two of her soiled bras from the laundry
basket. With these, she proceeded to bind my wrists and ankles and
soon had me helplessly trussed up. She pulled me on to my feet and
sternly warned me to keep standing under all circumstances otherwise
she would beat me to a pulp.

She now stepped out of her rubber footwear and smiling at me
sadistically, lifted one each in both hands. They were nice soft well-
worn home slippers and she smacked them together experimentally,
making a loud slapping sound. "teri to chappalon se pitayee hona
chahiye" Then she advanced towards me, planted her feet firmly and
started deliberately slapping me hard on the face with her two
slippers. She was not gentle, and landed each slap with all her
strength, alternately with both hands. The soft rubber caressed as
well as stung my cheeks hard and I started sobbing again, both with
pain and desire for the strong athletic body of my teacher.

She asked me to shut up and soon her blows were raining all over my
body, the slippers making soft sexy thwack-thwack sound as they hit
me all over. She spared my erect and quivering penis and
considerately paused once in a while to caress and roll the shaft
slowly between the inner smooth velvety surface of the slippers. The
throbbing and jumping of my penis when she did that, somehow would
recharge her with more energy to beat me still more. She stopped only
when she was tired and panting hard with the effort. Sweat was
pouring off her brows and her salwar and kameez were wet, clinging to
her strong lithe body, showing the shape of her tight bra holding
back her hard jutting breasts.

She paused, looking at me reflectively. She threw the slippers down
and then started undressing. She took off her kameez in a smooth
motion. My cock jumped as I saw the tight low cut skimpy white nylon
brassiere restraining her proudly jutting hard breasts. Without
pausing she undid the knot on her salwar and slipped out of it. Her
strong slim thighs were well muscled and her panties were
surprisingly small, just managing to cover the sexy dark triangle at
the junction of her thighs. I drank in the sight of the enticing
bikini pair, looking even more desirable on her as no one could
imagine that prim schoolteachers would wear such erotic underwear.
Her strong muscled calves were covered with a profusion of soft black
hair and looked very sexy. I was ecstatic but sobbing with pain at
the delicious aching of my body all over. She stood in front of me
and commanded me to lick her sweat off. "Chal, jaldi se mera pasina
apni jeebh se chaat chaat ke poch."

As I hesitated just a little, she slapped me hard across the face,
making me cry out and fall down on the floor. She just nudged my face
with her legs and asked me to start from feet up. As I started
licking her feet, she obligingly lifted them, exposing her soft pink
soles. I licked them lovingly and carefully and moved on to her feet.
The taste was salty and very arousing and soon I was licking with
enthusiasm. I licked between her slim toes, even sucking on them
reverently. She became still, enjoying the toe sucking.

I was finding it difficult to move around due to my bound hands and
ankles but she compensated by moving around and presenting various
parts of her legs to my mouth. She asked me to spend a little more
time on the insides of her muscled hairy calves, as they were really
drenched. "Pindaliyon par bahut passena hai, unhe jara theek se
chaatna" I moved up to her thighs and my penis throbbed madly when I
licked her thighs and buttocks, around her panties. I pressed my face
into the soft mound below the cloth of the panties and she let me
sniff at the treasure below for a while before pulling me roughly up
with my hair. I licked her round firm chootads with special gusto,
imaging the how the small puckered hole in the center would look.

I then licked and cleaned her sweaty back and stomach with my tongue
and then stood up facing her. There was a lot of hair on her lower
back too and I realized that this was just another evidence of her
lusty fiery nature. My head only came up to the lovely chest of madam
Gill, her tall frame towering over me by a good deal. I thrust my
tongue into the deep valley between the proud breasts, half covered
by the tight bra cups and licked avidly. Her pointed white bra cones
thrust against my cheeks and I could clearly feel the hard erect
nipples through them.

As I came to the sides of her torso, she lifted her arms high in the
air and told me that she had a real treat for me there. "Meri kaankh
mein to tere liye mast khazana hai, jara majaa le le kar choosna."
Her hairy armpits were sopping wet and the short soft black bush in
the cavity was dripping with her healthy sweat. I buried my mouth
eagerly in them, licking and sucking. As my tongue repeatedly licked
her armpit with hunger, she purred with approval and waited till I
had dabbed them dry. I moved on to her back, the shoulders and then
the neck. She had tied her hair high in a pile and the slim neck was
open to me, covered with a film of sweat. I stood on my toes and
kissed and licked her gently on the neck and shoulders and on her
ears and she literally hummed with desire now. Finally I faced her,
looking up at her with puppy like adoration. Her clear black eyes
were full of unimaginable lust and she gazed down at me as a predator
looks at its prey, slowly licking her lips. On an impulse I kissed
her, and then licked the sides of her mouth and cheeks. As her eyes
sparkled, I was afraid that she might hammer me again but she let it
pass and I moved on to finally to her brow, licking it clean of the
dripping sweat.

The sweat licking accomplished to her satisfaction, Madam Rekha pushed
me to the floor and asked me to lie down flat. Then she slipped out
of her sweat soaked lingerie and bunched them up. I gazed at her
unbound up-thrust breasts and marveled at their hard muscled look.
The black nipples were erect and quivering like two long peanuts. The
crotch looked magnificent, covered with a dense black bush, overgrown
and totally untrimmed. She obviously never trimmed her crotch or
armpits. She had small soft hair on her arms and legs, and the hairy
limbs were another proof of her animal nature and strong sexual
appetite. She squatted near my face and commanded me to open my mouth
wide. "Muh kholo, apni chaddi aur body tere muh mein thoons doon." I
obeyed and she stuffed the bunched up underwear in my mouth. She was
thorough and used her finger to make sure that everything had been
tucked in.

The stuffing over, she asked me to close my mouth and suck on the
underclothes. She smiled cruelly at me and told me that if the pair
had not been thoroughly sucked and chewed clean when she finished her
next act, I would be flogged to within an inch of my life. "Mere
andar ke kapde agar choos choos kar bilkul saaf nahin kiye to marte
dam tak maroongi" She need not have threatened me as I felt like a
devotee whose most devout wish has been answered by his goddess. I
tasted the salty tangy flavor of her sweat mixed with the smell of
her body and sucked on the nylon hungrily, my cock now throbbing with
a painful hardness. She moved her palm over it appreciatively and
then kneeled down straddling my torso. "Achha pyara sa lund hai tera
ladke, jara chode kar dekhoon kitna dum hai isme." She held the shaft
in one hand and opened up her cunt lips with the other. I looked
spellbound at the dark pink lips and the red gash between them,
glistening with her fluids. Her vagina was drooling and I correctly
guessed that she must have even had an orgasm while beating me. She
quickly guided the swollen knob into her cuntal opening and then sank
down, letting out a deep sigh of pleasure as the shaft slid up her
channel smoothly. She came to rest on my stomach, her plentiful bush
tickling my stomach.

Madam Rekha then settled down, and exercised her cunt muscles
experimentally. I almost came, my eager penis unable to bear the
squeezing pressure of the soft hot flesh. My groan of lust was
muffled by the erotic gag in my mouth, but was still loud enough to
startle her, so strong was her squeezing action. She immediately
picked up a slipper and slapped me hard on the face, her face red
with fury and warned me again not to come unless she gave
permission. "Agar bina meree permission ke jhada to dekh tera kya
haal kartee hoon" As I relished the stinging sensation in my face,
painful but strangely erotic, she started rising up and down fucking
herself with my penis. I somehow controlled myself and lay still, my
body rigid with pleasure. She laid the two slippers on both sides of
my torso, within easy reach of her hands as a warning to me and
slowly increased her tempo.

She had her first explosive orgasm immediately, letting out a throaty
scream and bringing her fists down hard on my thighs. "oooee ma, mar
gayee, iss pyare chkore ne to maar hi dala" She did not decrease her
tempo even a little bit while enjoying her release and in fact
accelerated her fucking strokes. She now rose and sank in a steady
fast rhythm fucking me expertly. I continued sucking on her lingerie,
my mind in a whirl with unbearable pleasure. Her moist wet cunt
clutched my shaft with love and I lost count of the orgasms she had.
As I rose towards another crescendo, looking at her with pleading
eyes, she angrily picked up her slippers in both hands and started
raining blows on my both cheeks. "teri smaajh mein nahi aaya, ullu
kahin ke? Jhad kar apnee iss teacher didi ko pyaasa hi rakhega?" As
I felt the stinging painful blows, I whimpered with pain and my
orgasm backed off a little, afraid of her wrath. She did not make it
easy for me, as she milked my cock hard with her cuntal muscles
almost daring me to come. I sobbed and managed to somehow hold on.
Soon she had another mind-blowing orgasm, no doubt excited by the act
of beating my face with her slippers.

She slumped and rested for some time, panting hard, her face radiant
with the pleasure of so many orgasms. Her hands fell by her side and
she stopped beating me. She kept quiet for a minute or so and in fact
smiled at me beautifully, caressing my face with the soft inside of
the slippers. She called me a good boy and asked me to control myself
for some more time, as she wanted to fuck me harder now. "Tu pyara
aur smajhdar student hai mera. Kuch der aur aise hi khada rakh, aur
joresy chodne walee hoon tujhe" She asked me whether I had finished
laundering her bra and panties and I nodded, having sucked off all
the sweat from her nylons. "Meri chaddi aur bra saaf ki?" She asked
me to open my mouth and then pulled out the pair of her underwear.
She examined it critically and finding them clean and well sucked
nodded with approval. She told me that my mouth would be free now but
for my own sake, cautioned me not to shout and only answer whatever
she asked. Otherwise my face's tryst with her slippers would
continue, she said, her eyes sparkling again with lust. "Chillaya to
dono gaalon par chappalen hi chappalen padengi"

Madam Rekha now started bouncing up and down again, slowly and
deliberately prolonging her pleasure this time. She cupped her own
breasts and squeezed them sensuously like twin rubber horns of a car.
She grunted rhythmically as my cock pistoned into her clutching cunt
and she started coming with great shuddering sighs. She asked me
rhetorically in an erotic word play who she was and I told her that
she was my goddess, my teacher, my didi and my mistress. "Akshay,
mein teri kaun hoon?" "Madam, aap meri devee, maa, didi, maalkin,
teacher, sab kuch hain." She asked me who I was and I replied with
clenched teeth, unable to bear this sweet torture that I was her
slave and her toy to do with as she pleased. "Tu mera kaun
hai?" "Didi, mein aapka daas hoon, aapka khilona hoon." She climaxed
again at my words and bent down on top of my body. I stared
hypnotized at her delightful firm cone shaped breasts bobbing in my
face while she pulled down a big pillow from the bed and put it below
my shoulders, raising my torso. Then she asked me to open my mouth
and as I eagerly obeyed her, slipped one of her pointed breasts
within my lips. She then put her arms around me and clutched me hard,
driving most of the firm flesh into my mouth.

She asked me to suck and I complied, sucking at the hard nipples and
the succulent flesh around it. "Ab meri choochi chooso, samajho mein
tumhari maa hoon aur tum bhookhe bachhe ho." She then fucked me hard,
almost like a man fucking in missionary style, her strong thighs
wrapped around my waist. As she progressed on her journey to her
orgasm, the breast entered deeper into my mouth till finally the
nipple was lodged in my throat and my wide-open mouth was encircling
the wide base of her breast. "Poori choochi muh mein le ladke, man
laga ker choos." I held on with all my control, not even a sound
escaping my lips and she rode me for ages, till she had her fill of
orgasms after orgasms. Finally she stopped and sat up, satiated for
the moment, looking down at me quizzically. The sucked breast was
suffused with blood and looked deliciously pink, the nipple elongated
like a finger.

She told me gently that I had been a very bad boy because I had been
good and kept myself under control. She was angry at being denied the
satisfaction of punishing me for making a mistake and hence was going
to punish me anyway for not giving her any excuse for beating me with
her slippers. While I was trying to make sense of this convoluted
logic, she had picked up her slippers and let me have a dozen of
juicy hard blows on the cheeks. I accepted the delightful mixture of
pain and pleasure meekly, crying out in supplication, which excited
her further. She stopped after this and commanded me to get up and
lie down on the bed. I lay on my side, my hands and legs still bound.
She untied them and lay in front of me sideways, in the opposite
direction. Her crotch was in front of me and I saw the parted cunt
lips, swollen and red with repeated fucking, still oozing juice, the
musky perfume from her vulva assailing my nostrils.

She raised her upper leg, opening up her cunt for me and pulled my
face into her crotch, my cheek resting on the firm pillow of her well-
muscled lower thigh. "Tu iss layak to nahin hai, phir bhi tujhe apni
raseelee bur choosne ka mauka detee hoon." I sobbed gratefully, at
last given permission to suck her heavenly nether opening and started
licking her thighs and vulva with my tongue, scooping up all the
juice. While I licked her labia, swallowing the thick musky syrup,
she closed her legs around my head and started humping my mouth. She
sharply asked me to use my tongue and I inserted it in the wet hot
hole. "Jeebh daal andar pugle, aur jeebh se apnee teacher ki bur ko
chode" She stiffened with pleasure and as I started fucking her with
my tongue, she ejaculated a copious amount of cunt juice into mouth.

The taste was extraordinarily arousing for me and I redoubled my
sucking. I felt her arms around my buttocks and her warm wet mouth
enveloped my glans. She sucked it a little and then cautioned me that
even when I came, she expected that I would continue to suck her cunt
and fuck it with my tongue without a moment's break. "Jhadne par meri
choot choosna band nahin karna nahi to kya hoga tu to jaanta hi hai"
She also said that this was the first and last time that she was
taking pity on my horny state and sucking me off at the start of our
games. Tomorrow onwards, she would do as she pleased and I had to be
her total slave and was expected to maintain my erection as long as
she wanted. Any mistakes would be punished with the slippers. "Kal se
meri poori gulaami karega tu, mein jo kahoongi, wuh karna padega."

Before she resumed her sucking, she licked off her own cunt juice
from the shaft and surrounding skin of my stomach. Then she played
with my penis a little, since she was able to now hold her libido in
check, having already slaked her raging lust. She seemed to like the
slim boyish penis as she caressed it lovingly, rotating it to have a
closer look and also kissed it all over affectionately. "Lagta to hai
ki teri malai swadisht hogi. Agar pasand nahin ayee to bahut
marongi". Then Madam Gill just took all five inches into her mouth
and sucked like an ice candy, her tongue coaxing my bursting penis to
give up its treasure. I continued licking her sweet sexy bur with my
tongue and Inserted my tongue all the way and kept it there while she
clutched it and slowly humped it. I ejaculated but managed not to
make any sound and just soaked in the sublime pleasure of a long
pending release that too in the warm wet mouth of this beautiful
teacher of mine. She seemed to like it as she made a
satisfied "Mmmmm" sound and swallowed with relish.

After that, my horny mistress crushed my head in her thighs and had a
spirited bout of masturbation on my mouth, orgasming again and again
till she finally fell back with a contented sigh, satiated and limp.
I frankly did not know what to do now so gingerly just licked up her
thighs and choot to clean up all the sticky juice. It was apparently
the correct thing to do, as she hummed and parted her legs to give me
unhindered access to her genitals. Then I noticed that her body was
shiny with sweat, a result of the strenuous fuck that she had had
with me. I licked her body lovingly and it kept me busy for a good
fifteen minutes till she was ready again.

She sat up and looked me as one looks at a pet or a toy, full of
possessive lust and a satisfied glint in her eyes. "Mera gulaam ban
kar rahega bete to bahut maja karega. Par maar bhi khoob khanee
padegi. Tere jaise chikne ladkon ko peetna mujhe bahut achhha lagta
hai, meri bur ekdum geelee ho jatee hai." I nodded with a worshipful
look and encouraged, she continued. "Mein jo kahoongi, usse ekdum
manna padega, bhale hi kitna hi ganda kaam ho." I nodded my
acceptance and she smiled beautifully, ruffling my hair. I looked at
her and asked her with humility. "Madam, mein apko akele mein kya
kahoon?" She said that I could call her Didi. "Bahar to sabke samne
mujhe Teacherji ya Madam kaha kar. Akele mein Didi chalega."

On getting confirmation from me about becoming her slave, she perked
up again and stood up. "chal mere saath bathroom mein chal, badi jor
sey pishab lagi hai." On hearing this, my limp penis started
hardening fast as I could not imagine a lustier scenario than being
allowed to accompany her while she pissed. As it turned out, she had
even dirtier things on mind. I followed her like a lamb while she
walked to the bathroom, her gait a little stiff with the pressure in
her bladder. She sat down on the toilet seat and then locked her eyes
with mine. I stood frozen, trying to read her mind and I saw pure
animal lust in her eyes. She did not speak nor did she start pissing.
Then after a minute, I slowly sank down on my knees in front of her
and buried my face in her hairy choot, signifying to her that I had
understood her wish. She fondly ran her fingers in my hair and said
that I was a clever boy. "Samajhdar ladka hai tu, chal uth aur theek
se farsh par baith ja."

I sat down on the floor comfortably and she too got up and walked to
me. She stood straddling me, caught my head, and forced me to look
up. I found her cunt just two inches above my face and it looked and
smelt divine. I licked it affectionately and she impatiently told me
to just open my mouth. "Chatna baad mein, abhee muh khol." I obeyed
but she was not satisfied. "Aur khol, nahin to mujhe takleef hogi
nishana lagane mein". I opened my jaws as wide as possible and she
pulled me up possessively till her choot was just an inch above my
mouth. "Dekh ab taiyar hai na? theek se peena, ek bhi boond chalkayee
to maar maar kar bhurta bana doongi." Then my mistress started
pissing. The sparkling stream entered my mouth with force and filled
it in no time due to her strong need to relieve herself. She stopped
in time, realizing that there was no way I could swallow that fast. I
let the warm salty liquid remain in my mouth for as long as possible
to taste it fully. I was hard now, quivering with a deep primal
desire I had never imagined possible. I drank the nectar finally and
as soon as my mouth was empty she pissed again.

"Kyon re mere bachhe, mera moot achha lag raha hai na?" I nodded
gently, intent on swallowing the next mouthful. "Araam se pee, swaad
le le kar. Ab to hamesha tere hi muh mein pishaab karoongi." She
settled down to a long bout of pissing and kept on telling me how
fortunate I was. "Apni teacher ka moot peene mila tujhe, kyonki tu ek
chikna aur mast ladka hai. Ab dekh, mein tujhe kaise din raat apna
moot pila pila ke mast karte hoon."

Finally she was done and pulled me up by my hair. She was obviously
looking for signs of revulsion but all she saw in my eyes was a lusty
worshipful look. It made her very happy and horny and she dragged me
after her, intent to get to the bed for the fun and games to
continue. She now trusted my control enough to let me fuck her while
she just lay on the bed and enjoyed the energetic efforts of her
young horny obedient pupil to fuck her brains out. She egged me on
to take my revenge on her. "Chode mere bachhe, apnee teacher ko
chode daal, uski choot ko chode chode kar usska bhosda bana de, tujhe
iss ne bahut peeta hai na aaj, tu bhi apna badlaa nikal le isse buri
tarah chode daal." Obviously I was not supposed to orgasm and I
literally cried with the unbearably sweet feeling in my penis as I
obeyed her. When I got tired, she let me rest for a while and then
assumed a bitch like position on the bed and then asked me to fuck
her doggy style. "Chal mere pyare student, chadh ja iss kutiya
teacher par aur chode daal isse, hachak hachak kar chode apnee iss
didi ko"

She stopped only when she had come what seemed like hundreds of times
and only when I cried and wept and was about to faint with exhaustion
and unbearable lust. It was a tribute to her control on me that I did
not ejaculate while almost passing out with my effort. She finally
took pity on me and asked me gently to fuck her as I pleased, while
she lay back satiated and totally satisfied for the day. She pulled
me on top of her and stuffed her breast in my mouth. I just managed
a few more lunges and then came hard, letting out a lusty joyful
scream which was muffled in my throat, gagged by the lovely flesh of
her breast. Then I fainted, even before fully enjoying the heavenly
release. The whole day of continuous beatings and sex took its toll
and I opened my eyes only when the sun was well up. (contd later..)

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