Obedient Mithila – Part I

Mithila’s buttocks squirmed on the cool hard wood bench her thin school uniform pajama seemed see through because of her white skin her 18 year old body was her shame: Bulbous ass and huge breasts on her 5’2″ frame. At least that is what the teachers kept telling her.

She didn’t know what to expect and she waited in the office balcony of the private boarding school she attended most of her life. She had just found out her absentee parents had died in a freak accident. She couldn’t feel anything for them because she had barely seen them as they shuffled her off to boarding school most of her childhood.

Her fortune or what was left of it was in the hands of her mother’s stepbrother, a man she only knew as Motin chacha. She had never met him and he was just about to pick her up from the only home she had ever known. She shifted again, growing nervous.

She had been comfortable under the strict confines the teachers in the school imposed on her. She revealed in being told what to do, but wanted to break free from the monotony the boarding school had to offer. She was too innocent and in her inexperience

She didn’t quite know how to break free and still remain obedient. Just then, a hero slender pulled up to the school steps. A good-looking man of about 28 got off the bike and shook out his shoulder length hair. Mithila swallowed hard and shifted her buttocks again. Could this be? Are you Mithila?

He said in a deep voice that sliced through her and yes chacha,’ she shyly replied as she stood up. Wonderful!’ he could barely control his leer. You are beautiful!’ he complimented making her blush. I’m your Motin chacha.

Mithila was stunning: long inky black hair with loose natural curls, full lips, and tits that wanted to bust out of the white tight fitting short kameej that didn’t conceal her perpetually hard tit essence. She was a tiny little thing, but her legs were supple

And her round ass hugged that cute almost see through pajama up just a little too tight. It’s a pleasure to meet you, chacha,’ she kept her eyes downcast. His perusal of her embarrassed her. The teachers had always shamed her about her appearance, making her feel like a freak. He came close to her and could smell her scent.

He lifted her chin so she looked at him and there’s nothing to be frightened of, Mithila,’ he said quietly, yet with great authority. His deep authoritative voice melted her heart. ‘I’m here to take you out of this place his eyes got intense and pierced through her and I’m going to show what you can do outside these walls.

She smiled a shy smile as her fear was replaced with an inkling of adventure. She wasn’t used to being around men, and she got a tingling feeling in her panties that confused and excited her and yes, chacha after signing the obligatory paperwork in the office, her chacha flicked his fingers in a come here’ motion.

She instantly followed his command come on, let’s go. He grabbed her hand and small valise. He covertly looked her up and down, admiring the almost see through pajama that mold to her bulbous ass. Her tits swayed and were barely restrained by the too small bra and sheer white kameej.

Her long black curls were tied back in ribbon. He couldn’t wait to feel those tits against his back when she got on the pulse. He handed her his helmet, got on the bike and guided her behind him and this is my first time on a motorcycle

She said innocently as she scooted up so her arms wrapped tightly around him. Well, hold on tight and keep close to me.’ She did as she was told and his eyes filled with lust when her tits bored into his back and her panty covered by the share thin material of the pajama lightly touched his backside.

He started the pulser and her sexy legs clenched close to his, wrapping him. The glass packs vibrated the bike so hard her ass tingled. His cock was half hard before they left the school grounds. The affect of the motorcycle ride just about undid Mithila.

She felt her panties getting wet as the vibration of the bike and the close proximity to a muscular male body was almost too much for her virgin clit to take. She didn’t realize it but she was unconsciously humping the leather seat and swirling her hips slowly against Motin chacha’s pelvis.

He had a grin from ear to ear. His little niece with big tits was humping him and holding on tight and all he was doing was taking her away from that boarding school. What did they teach her there? They pulled into his driveway.

They glided into the garage and she suppressed a moan, as she got off of the motorcycle, weak at the knees. Motin grabbed her valise and showed her to her new bedroom. It was a modest room with a double bed with a wrought iron headboard.

The dresser had a big mirror facing the bed. He said she might need a nap. He closed the door. Mithila crumpled onto the bed moaning. Her hand went straight to her soaking panties through her pajama ribbon and crushed her legs together as she squirmed on her fist

And knuckles, putting pressure on that thing between her legs that caused her more and more confusion, grief and shame. She came instantly and felt shame for the unknown release. She fell asleep with relief. Motin watched her exhausted cum through the two-way mirror behind the dresser

And smiled and she slept after her awkward masturbation. Motin let her be and went back out to the motorcycle. He wiped his Pulser’s seat with his fingers and tasted the sweet girl juice his niece left for him. Unbeknownst to Mithila, Motin was a devious pervert and had photographs taken of her in the boarding school.

He knew what a beauty she was and had spent a lot of her fortune on modifications to his home. The two-way mirror was just one of the many things he had installed. He also had cameras all over the house so he could tape his niece’s activities. She was a stunning beauty and so innocent.

After talking to the teachers at that damn boarding school, he knew she was naive about sex and very obedient. He smiled and rubbed his crotch. Motin had a plan to make a lot of money and educate his hot little niece in the process in the next few weeks Mithila and Motin got to know each other, living in his modest yet modified home figuring out her parents’ estate as she started school.

She was already nineteen, but she was held back a couple of years at the boarding school she was very naive. She still needed another semester of high school. She also wasn’t allowed any of her parent’s trust money until she turned 21. Motin was her guardian, controlled her trust fund and was the estate’s executor.

Motin controlled her money and her education and activities. He made sure she went to a school that required uniforms. He shopped in a lady’s lingerie catalogue to get her frillier and skimpier undergarments. She was embarrassed by the intimacy but liked his kindness.

She wasn’t used to getting gifts and was secretly thrilled with the new items. Living outside of the boarding school was so new for her! Living with a man was a new experience too. She only knew obedience to the teachers at school, so she clung to her Motin chacha’s control and knowledge.

He told her what to do, what to wear. He showered her with little gifts and a stable home. She felt comfortable obeying him and started to relax in her new situation. Unfortunately, school left Mithila more frazzled than the ride on the Pulser. She’d never been to a co-ed school before.

She wasn’t used to the boys staring at her voluptuous body and perpetually hard nipples caused her constant grief and shame with the teachers at boarding school. Now all the boys leered at her, causing her more confused thoughts and shame.

After a couple of weeks of the stares and her own recriminations, the damn broke. Mithila came home panting. Her tit nipples showed through her thin bra and white kameej. Motin’s mouth watered even as he looked at her distraught face. She was unaware of the tight little nipples poking through her shirt.

Unknowingly, she was horny and frustrated. What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ Motin said while pulling on the crotch of his jeans. His half hard-on needed to be adjusted. Mithila ran into her chacha’s arms sobbing her tits felt so good against his hard chest.

Oh Motin chacha,’ she breathed the boys. She just faded away in tears: tears of frustration and temptation. Motin guiding her to his bedroom sat her on his lap in the bed. He grabbed a glass and poured some whiskey in it. ‘Here,’ he thrust the glass in her hand, ‘take a swallow of this.

It’ll help calm you down as she drank, Motin got a cool washcloth for her tear stained face. ‘Tell me about the boys,’ he directed. We have no secrets here. Tell me what happened and the glow of alcohol gave her a sweet light feeling. His gentle ministrations calmed her.

I was standing at my locker,’ she whispered, more calm. ‘Three boys with letterman jackets stopped to say hello. It was after school. We were the only people in the hallway.’ She paused and took a deep breath and they were on all sides of me. I I couldn’t get away and she licked her full lips.

Tell me exactly what they did,’ Motin commanded quietly. She leaned into him. She felt so safe in his presence. All he ever asked was for her to tell the truth. She did whatever Motin chacha asked. No matter how embarrassing it might be. She took another sip of the whiskey.

They were real nice at first,’ she began, ‘welcoming me to their school. They started getting closer to me, saying how pretty and sexy I am.’ Her forehead crinkled as she said the rest in a rush, ‘One guy grabbed my wrist and then felt my boob.’

Call them your tits,’ Motin whispered. ‘He felt m-my tit,’ she said automatically as he ordered. ‘Then the guy on the other side of me grabbed my other wrist and pinched my nipple on my other tit at that moment, her nipples became harder little buttons.

It didn’t escape Motin’s rapped attention. Motin chacha, they forced me up against the locker and, and,’ she whispered and lowered her head. ‘I liked it and his fingered tingled, itching to pinch her nipples. I understand,’ he said knowingly continue.’

Her chacha was so kind and understanding, she thought and the guy in front of me tuck my pajama down and ripped my panties off from the crotch and put them in his pocket.’ Mithila looked over at her Chacha and whispered, ‘my panties were all wet. I moaned and didn’t put up a fight.’

Motin chacha kept as calm as he could with a rocket in his pants. She was so innocent and unknowing. He loved it not putting up a fight is very smart, Mithila and it’s understandable that you were all wet the boys were turning you on relieved and encouraged, she continued whispering the foreign words from her lips.

They said nasty things, Motin chacha. Th-they said they wanted t-to fuck me and p-play with my pussy. They wanted to spray me with cum and make me deep throat their cocks,’ her forehead crinkled, ‘It was all so confusing, Motin chacha. I liked the way they said it but I’m not sure what it means! I do, dear.

I’ll explain later but continue telling me exactly what they said and did to you.’ The guy in front of me h-had his hand on she pointed, unable to find the right word then I felt two fingers in my, my,’ she panted. ‘It’s your cunt. Say cunt, Mithila,’ he ordered.

She squirmed, liking the word. ‘He had two fingers in my cunt and he said he was delighted that I was ready for fucking. He said my juices could make my asshole slick the words felt so foreign on her tongue and her voice felt strangely erotic recounting the boys’ dirty talk.

It made the petals of her pussy engorged and tingling as she said things she knew little about. He whispered that he was disappointed that all h-he could do was finger fuck me then what happened?’ Motin chacha worried these boys went too far with his little flower.

They each kissed me making me suck on their tongues while they used their hands all over me.’ She looked up at Motin chacha and then closed her eyes with a revealing sigh, ‘Motin chacha, I wanted them to strip off my clothes and kiss me all over!’ She was embarrassed of her admission.

Did you know?’ He smiled yes,’ she confessed with guilt but they heard someone coming and they disappeared with my panties leaving me all. ‘Hot and tingling? Yes wanting more? Oh, yes she almost moaned, relieved Motin chacha understood wanting something to caress you between your legs?’ He had his arm around her and his other hand on her thigh.

Uhnn, yes,’ she said as she closed her eyes, leaning into him. She bit her full bottom lip and revealed her secret shame. ‘But there was something else, Motin chacha.’ She put her hand on his chest and looked up at him innocently. I really liked I when th-they grabbed my wrists and she whispered forced me.

Then she closed her eyes, licked her lips, silently and unknowingly asking for the erotic kiss the boys had awakened. This was too much for her devious Motin chacha according to his plan, he had paid the three jocks at school to attack her, to see how she would react. He had a feeling about her, but this was more than he had hoped for.

He couldn’t wait for the next phase of his plan. He kissed her waiting lips. He put his hand on the back of her head forcing her to accept his tongue invading her mouth. She mewled and relaxed as he tongue fucked her mouth. He broke the passionate kiss and smiled.

He got up and went to his mirror-covered closet. He opened the door and found what he was looking for. He turned around with such a leer, Mithila gasped. We’ll have to take care of this situation for you, my sweet. This will have to be a secret. You can’t tell anyone else,’ he paused pulling her up from the bed.

We’ll have to get your clothes off.’ Mithila was unaware that he had hit a button in the closet. She was being filmed; he flicked on all the cameras, instead of just the one. His hot-blooded niece was about to get her first ride on Cock Mountain and it was going to be recorded from every angle for posterity.

Let’s put these on your wrist, dear,’ he said to the gaping girl before she could remove a piece of clothing, Motin grabbed each wrist and gently slipped the thin supple leather bonds around them each leather cuff had a strong little metal hook on one side what are you doing, Motin chacha?

She was slightly afraid but compliant, and her voice was sultry. Her skin tingled. Her cunt began to swell with girl juice. ‘Your sexuality has been awakened, my dear little beauty,’ he faced her, his hands petting her arms. ‘The boys at school started something that we need to explore.

His hands rested on her shoulders slightly squeezing, feeling the power over her. ‘You said you liked the way the boys forced you. That is a trait of a submissive. ‘A submissive?’ she whispered letting the erotic word roll off her innocent tongue.

Yes,’ he smiled. ‘A submissive you like men to dominate you and to force you. To tell you exactly what to do a submissive gets excited when men tell her what to do. We need to explore that submissive quality in you, my sweet, sweet beauty.

His words tickled her and made her shiver with anticipation. She felt that he found the magic word for her and how do we explore my submissive qualities? Do you trust me?’ he whispered as he turned them to look into the bedroom mirror facing one of the many hidden cameras in the room.

She was shocked as she looked at herself sexually for the first time. She licked her luscious lips, standing there with a strong tall man behind her short curvy body in the school uniform, her big tits with the hard erect nipples straining through the tight white kameej

Her wrists adorned with new leather bondage cuffs crossed in front of her tiny waist and a very thin pajama hiding a very naked, wet cunt. Motin chacha stood behind her staring at the mirror, looked into her eyes with his strong powerful hands gripping her shoulders.

Do you trust me?’ he repeated yes, Motin chacha,’ she swallowed she realized looking at him in the mirror, she instinctively knew she was ready for whatever he wanted will you do as I say?’Yes, Motin chacha,’ She whispered in a fearfully submissive way.

Always? Always, Motin chacha no matter what I order you to do? Always, Motin chacha. I am your Guru his eyes flickered. She stopped breathing and stilled. She realized that he was going to take her down a path that would quench this frustrated fire deep inside her and obedience was drilled into her at the boarding school.

But this was a new level of submission. She wanted adventure, and her Motin chacha was about to take her down a path of adventure that required obedience. His dominance was exactly what she craved. She smiled inwardly. She sighed and instinctively knew what to say.

You are my Guru he smiled and whispered you are my sex slave her body tingled. She whispered back with finality and I am your sex slave, Guru. Always all ways,’ she paused and looked at him in the mirror with a mutual understanding that changed the temperature in the room with a sexy little submissive pant

She said do with me as you will, Guru what happened next thrilled her and frightened her at the same time. Motin’s strong hands resting on her shoulders and suddenly gripped the middle of the kameej from behind and ripped in open.

Hooks popped, material ripped and her bra was off before she blinked her tits bounced free reflected in the mirror they were facing. Then, her pajama was dragged down to her knees, wrapping her legs together. The boys took her panties so he didn’t have to worry about those getting in the way.

She squealed as Motin flipped her face up on the bed with lightening speed, his knees straddled her stomach while clipping her wrist bonds to the wrought iron headboard. Her pillow tits swayed and she moaned as she tried her restraints.

Motin’s voice became deeper and more commanding. ‘So you discovered you liked to be forced?’ He looked down at her. He massaged her double Ds and pinched her nipples. ‘You like to be forced to fuck.’ His hands were all over her. His thumb brushed her lips and dipped in her mouth.

You’d like a forced fuck, wouldn’t you Mithila?’Mmmph,’ she moaned, closed her eyes and revealed in his treatment of her. This felt so right to her: tied up, naked and a man forcing her to succumb to his desires. Her body squirmed. Motin got off of her never taking his eyes off of her bound naked body.

He started taking off his clothes and this is your first lesson in submissive sex, Mithila,’ he calmly said as he pulled down his jeans and revealed his long hard cock. ‘A submissive sex slave is almost always tied up or bound in some way.

Now, I’m going to show you exactly what those boys meant to do to you.’ She had never seen a naked man before! She swallowed and couldn’t help but stare at his long, naked hard cock. ‘Yes Guru,’ she said, mesmerized by the naked man standing next to her prone, naked and bound body.

Hands on his hips, he grinned. ‘Good girl.’ He grabbed hold of his penis. ‘You are going to learn how to talk dirty by repeating me. I’m going to call you dirty names because it pleases me. You must submit to what I demand. This is called a cock.

You make it hard your sweet sexy body and your dirty talk make this hard. And because you make my cock hard, you are obligated to relieve it.’ He undid one of her wrists and guided her hand to his member grab hold of it,’ he commanded.

Her hand timidly wrapped around the large shaft rub it,’ he guided her hand to a rhythm and pressure that satisfied him oohh, yes. Like that,’ he whispered. ‘I’m obligated to relieve you, Guru,’ Mithila said with wonder as she innocently stroked his cock exactly how he wanted.

Motin looked down at his hot horny niece with such awe. She was born to be a submissive little sex slave. He was so excited about the prospect of training this little nymphomaniac exactly how to please him that he almost shot his load.

He had so much to teach her! He salivated at the prospect of showing her how to satisfy every sexual whim of his, just the way he wanted. He grabbed her wrist and guided her palm to his balls. ‘These are my balls cup them gently.

Be very gentle to the balls, but you are always to caress them with reverence. Mithila moaned and squirmed in her half tied state. He continued to instruct her. ‘This is called jacking me off, or giving me a hand job. I will ask you to do this on occasion.’

Yes Guru,’ she licked her pouting lips, ‘I will jack you off when you desire.’ ‘Now, what did the boys say they wanted to do with you?’ She could barely concentrate with his long hard pole in her hand. ‘Um, they said they want to play with my pussy and fuck me.

They said they wanted me to deep throat their cocks and spray their cum all over me as she repeated their words, looking as her chacha’s monster cock, she began to realize what some of it meant. She sounded eager to experience all those dirty things.

One at a time, my dirty little slave,’ he chuckled. ‘So I guess we have to play with your pussy.’ He tied her wrist back on the headboard and caressed her stomach, getting lower to the small patch of black hair covering her sopping cunt. ‘Your cunt is also called your pussy.

His hand got lower and his fingers flick her clitoris. ‘Oh my, it is very, very wet.’ Not understanding, she whimpered in disgrace, ‘I’m sorry for my wet pussy, Guru.’ ‘Oh no, my sweet little slut,’ he laughed and kindly said, ‘I always want to find your pussy wet.

He flicked her clit again with some pressure. ‘I like you wet. It helps the fucking and tastes so sweet.’ She shattered right there. Her cum was so hard, she wet the bed. ‘My, my, little slut,’ Motin grinned at the panting whimpering beauty.

I made you cum,’ he paused say it, little slut. Tell me what I just did to you. She panted you played with my pussy and made me cum.’ She was just realizing that ‘cuming’ was the most amazing thing she had experienced. She whispered unknowingly cum.

You really are a horny little slut aren’t you?’ he said right before his mouth suckled one of her tits. ‘Yes, Guru,’ she panted repeating him as he wished, ‘I’m a horny little slut. Unnnh!’ He bit her nipple playfully and continued to finger her cunt, dipping deeper into her slick slit.

Play with my pussy and make me cum again! Mmmph.’ He flicked her clit again and took his other hand and stuck his thumb in her mouth and she naturally sucked it in. He continued to kiss and suck on her tits until he couldn’t take any more with a growl he pulled her skirt off her knees

And spread her legs wide open and faced his bound, hot niece. Now I’m going to fuck you, my sweet nymphet.’ His cock sawed back and forth on her very slick and open cunt. ‘It may hurt a bit at the beginning, but you will take it and like it, my slave uunh, yes Guru.

She moaned fearfully anticipating something, yet not knowing what it was. Please fuck me and she was a great submissive, Motin thought. She took to calling him Guru without any provocation. She repeated the dirty words that always got him hot. He loved it when a woman talked dirty.

His Mithila did it so naturally, so innocently with a hint of fear that turned him on what’s this?’ he asked holding his cock in his hand, ready to guide it into her open pussy. She looked down and licked her full red lips your cock.’ ‘What do you want me to do with it?

I want you t-to fuck m-my cunt with your cock’, she breathed, scared and thrilled by what that meant good girl. I like it when you talk so dirty. You’ve got a little smut mouth don’t you? As he said that, he entered her waiting hole ooooh! Yes! Guru!

She strained against her bonds as his healthy long cock head and a couple of inches entered her virgin wet cunt. ‘I’ve got a smutty uhn- mouth. Oh! It is so big, Guru! I’m so scared.’ He pushed even more and felt the barrier he’d really never felt before with tenderness.

He stroked her cheek and she purred. He smiled you are my sweet virgin slut.’ She sighed and smiled struggling to remain brave. ‘I am your virgin slut, Guru. He looked down at his beautiful bound virgin submissive niece and smiled a grim powerful smile.

She resisted slightly and tried to pull away. He was glad she handcuffed to the bed. ‘You cannot get away,’ he whispered. He pulled out a bit and then forced the rest of his mammoth cock into the forbidden sweet spot fuck yeah he panted Mithila screamed.

The virgin barrier broken, he lay there fully embedded in her tight virgin hole up to his balls. Her legs were spread wide as he nestled into her and his cock pulsing, encased in her tight, wet, bloody tunnel you’re not a virgin anymore, my sweet, sweet sex slave.

He slowly started to fuck her and he sucked kisses from her quivering lips, forcing his tongue to play in her whimpering mouth. Mithila squirmed and sobbed, her eyes closed and head spinning as Motin held her knees open wide and thrust his hips onto her pelvis when he wasn’t tongue fucking her mouth.

She bit her bottom lip and whimpered as she endured the pain of his slow forceful thrusts but then something amazing happened. She pulled on the bonds holding her wrists, and found the restraints a huge turn on. The pain the cock created as it scoured her tight virgin cunt started to subside.

Motin chacha’s cock fed her cunt. She felt full, she felt total. She groaned and arched her back and pulled on her restraints. This was what she needed! Forced to fuck! Bound and filled with cock! This was what she had been secretly craving!

She moaned and started to move her hips. Motin chuckled you like it now, don’t you sweetheart?’ ‘Uhnnn, yes Guru. I really- crave what you demand oh! He started to pound her harder and she moaned and started to meet his thrusts with her own are you going to cum for me, my little slave.

He said with gritted teeth you gonna cum?’ ‘Yes, Guru!’ she wailed, feeling the broiling storm his pounding cock created in her wet pussy. ‘I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!’ Her voice was high pitched as she moaned and the floodgates opened and she came all over his long hard thrusting cock.

You are a good little fucker, aren’t you, my sweet cunt?’ Motin pinched her nipples and mauled her tits as he started slamming in and out of her tight twat you want it hard, don’t you, you dirty little whore?’ Yes, Guru. I’m a good little uhn fucker. Give it to me. Fuck me she said between thrusts fuck me harder.

It’s so big! Unnh!’ She wailed and felt another cum tear through her like lightening. I’ll give it to you, slave,’ he growled. Motin really started to pound her pelvis hard. His balls slapped her ass cheeks as he thrust, harder and faster. He spread her legs wider her cum juice was leaking out around his cock, dribbling toward her open asshole.

All Mithila could do was moan and submit to his fuck rhythm as he slammed his cock into her slick hole. Her cunt walls tightened as his cock swelled. ‘I’m going to cum. I’m going to spray you with my cum!’ Motin’s head snapped back and his penis exploded inside of her.

He was backed up, saving himself and had a lot to pour on her. He pulled out and came on her belly and tits. He moved up a bit so some of his cum landed on her face, across her lips, nose and cheeks. She blinked, luxuriated in this strange new sensation of this stuff on her body.

She instantly liked the smell of this stuff coming out of his cock. ‘Fuck ya, girl,’ Motin panted as he fitted his penis back into her cunt for a couple of more thrusts. He scooped some of his cum from her body with his fingers and thumb and made her lick it.

She didn’t know anything else but to slurp it up and swallow. ‘Uhnn’ she squirmed, completely spent and in utter wonder of what just occurred. Motin pulled his fading dick out with a plop and collapse next to his ravished niece.

He unhooked the wrist bonds and spooned her with his cock nestled in the warmth of her cunt crack. One hand pulled her close by surrounding her breast with the palm of his hand. The other was on her hips you are fucking amazing, Mithila my, slave.

He whispered in her ear, making her tingle. ‘Thank you,’ she said shyly. ‘I didn’t know that kind of that we could that my body and she stammered, not knowing the words. Motin’s deep voice sliced through her uncertainty. ‘That is what your body was meant to do.

You create amazing pleasure, my sweet little sex slave there is so much more about being a submissive fuck slave to teach you,’ he sighed closing his eyes with a grin. She sighed. ‘I want to learn it all, Guru,’ she said contentedly, fading to slumber as well. They both slept nestled together. To be continued.