Kinky Fiction Story
I am starting a Blog Series of Kinky Gay Fantasies. The fictional story running into several parts is likely to have Fetish contents of S&M, and Master and Slave roles. It will have characters identifying themselves as purely Top and/or purely Bottom.
This is only a fantasy sharing series, and the names of all the characters, places and events are fictional and imaginary.
Please note, that while any other fictional story, this may also contain erotic descriptions, but I am not limiting it to only that. Some episodes, especially the initial ones may hardly have any *** encounters.
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|Posted On Apr 11, 2020 - 07:52 AM|
Looking forward to it 👍
|Posted On Apr 11, 2020 - 08:09 AM|
Eagerly Awaited @Eternal_bliss...Stay Home, Stay Safe. :-)
|Posted On Apr 12, 2020 - 06:41 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 5 – 2 GIFTS, 12 COMMANDMENTS
Guilt and Pride. Are they opposites of each other? If they are, then the one definite thing that can change your guilt into pride (or your pride into guilt) is... your own thoughts.
My guilt of ditching Arun turned into my pride just by the thought that even after so many years Arun was still obsessed about possessing me. I started feeling like I was Cleopatra. Naah, I was Vasantsena, the ravishingly beautiful courtesan described in ancient Indian literature, who was the 'object of desire' of the entire nagar. She was the nagarvadhu. Right now, I was the nagarvadhu. Or atleast, I was walking like one.
Beauty instills solid confidence into a bottom. Such that, even if he is a dumb sissy, he behaves as if he is the Queen of England. I also entered into Arun's cabin with the conviction of a Madam, and the tenderness of a fairy. He was giving me totally different looks today. Unlike the lusty, mocking and dominating looks that he would give me, today he was looking at me with rage and anger. The sly smirk had been replaced by "let's come to the point" expression on his face.
Arun: So, what have you decided, boy?
Me:(Trying to act smart) Uhh... Yes, Sir! I have decided that I won't complain to the HO. And... You will, I mean, we will delete the videos.
Arun:(Outsmarting me) Oh, really? In that case, why don't you go ahead with your complain?
Arun: Yeah, go ahead, complain to the HO against me. And I'll go ahead with my plan of showing your videos to the entire office. Also, probably put them on *** sites. "Desi Sissy ka Nanga MMS."
Me: No, Sir, please don't. (I went near him and knelt at his feet.)
Pulling my hair very hard, Arun grabbed my head and lifted it up with his left hand and gave me a tight slap with his right hand. The impact of the slap was so vigorous that my head turned an entire 45 degree to my right. My ears heard a ringing sound from nowhere, and my eyes moistened. I also realised that for the first time I had felt the touch of Arun's strong, manly hands on me. Till then we had not even shaken hands with each other.
Arun: What do you think, pansy? That I am afraid of you complaining against me? You can't even imagine how influential I am with the top management. I managed to get a senior level job in this company even though this company has a strict policy of filling up such posts internally. I managed to get a transfer from Delhi to Mumbai even though such transfers have never happened in the 50 year old history of this company. And you are scaring me with your silly complaint? Let me tell you something, your complaint is as sissy as you are. What proof do you have against me, ha? That rough sheet of the final quotation? It's written in pencil, you dumbass! It'll hold no grounds. Infact, it's me who should be complaining against you to the HO. Of gross negligence, of total carelessness. Can't even do simple calculation. And in that case, the company might ask you to leave the job. Add to that, if I show your "Nanga Poonga" videos to them, they will see it to it that, you don't get a job anywhere else. In which case, the only option left for you would be to sell your ***, literally. Figure this: "A middle aged, pansy gay whore! Who wants to *** my ***?" Hahahahaha, 50 rupaiye easily mil jaayenge, ek *** ke.
All this while I was knelt in front of him on the floor, like a dog. Now, he held me by my collars and lifted me. I was in a vertical kneel, my thighs and the upper body were upright. I was close enough to him to feel his fuming breath. Ah, what a gush of fragranted warmth! I could have kept inhaling that breath for eternity. But his fiery eyes were making me damn scared, and there was no way I could escape them; he was holding me so tight, that I was unable to move my head.
Arun: Okay, enough! Now just tell me straight forward, tu meri kutiya banke gaand chaategi ya nahi?
Me: Jee Sir. (I tried to nod, but again, couldn't move my head.)
Arun: Kya "Jee Sir?"
Arun: Kya chaategi?
Me: Aapki gaand.
Me: Kutiya banke. (Don't know why, but as a natural reflex action, I also showed it to him by gesture. Flicking out my tongue, and doing the licking action.)
Arun: Get up, then. I have 2 gifts for you.
He got up from his chair and brought out 2 boxes from his cupboard. Placing them on the table, he told me to open the first one. I opened it, looked at the content, and immediately looked at Arun in total disbelief. It was a pink coloured chastity cage, with 4 rings and 2 keys. It had an invisible lock. It looked very sleek, and it's shape was very tempting.
So come on, put it on." said Arun. "Sir, now?" I looked up at him, and asked. At first, he didn't say anything, just looked at me with his typical sly smirk, as if knowing the reason behind my hesitation. Then finally, he said, "Why, bitch, what's the problem?" "I can't wear it now, Sir. I'll put it on later." I said, covering my crotch with my hands. He came close to me, and started removing my hands from my crotch. I resisted. He forcibly got my hands away. "Whoa, bitch! Look at that. What a real faggot you are! Even without me touching you, if you can get such an ***, then what will happen to my baby when I *** her hard, ha?" Saying this, he laughed. "Okay, let's make it soft. Come on, start breathing fastly." Finally, after quite an effort, my dickie gave up it's ***. "Now, without wasting any moment, pull down your pants, and wear that cage." Ordered Arun.
I was getting naked in front of Arun for the first time. I had done it online. But this was face to face. He was sitting in his chair and I was standing against the wall, facing him. There was a distance of about 8 feet between us. But after removing my undie, I had to go closer to him, as the chastity cage was on his table. I started walking slowly, covering my crotch, in shame. The naughty smile with which Arun was examining my body was making me feel so feminine. He mocked me, "Oh, Hullo, catwalk band kar bhosdike, and wear this fast, nahi toh phir se khada ho jaayega tera chutiye jaisa lund." . "Yeahhhh, so true." I thought, and hurried to put on the pink chastity cage, brought for me by my tormentor. I picked up the cage and picked up a ring, the biggest of the 4 rings that there were. "Not that one, panzy. You don't have ***, you have a clit." Arun laughed at me, and asked me to wear the smallest ring. He was right. My dickie is a bit thin. Alright, very thin. (Happy, bitches?) I wore the chastity cage, and Arun leaned forward at my crotch, locked the cage, and kept the keys in his pocket. The feeling of the chastity cage on my dickie was out-of-this-world, simply fantastic.
I went back towards the wall, and was about to put on my undie, when Arun said, "Now, the next box." I left my undie where I was standing, and started walking back towards his table. The striking of the chastity's fresh plastic on my balls was, I would say, intoxicating. It made my walk more feminine, and my waist more dulating. Very anxiously, I opened the other box. It had a butt plug.
It was a lovely, 5 inch long, purple coloured, silicon butt plug, with the shine and lustre of a glass. It's tip was so sharp, that just by looking at it, one could tell that it was damn 'pricky.' Also, It was highly tapered, so it was going to give me a feel of it's 'hugeness' very gradually. Hmm, seductive! The middle portion was nicely wide, below which, it again narrowed down. And at the end, was the flared base, which would prevent the plug to get compeletely inserted (and get stuck) into the *** hole. The phallic shape of the butt plug instantly caused my *** to open. I wanted that thing in my ***. But, Arun was going to insert it in my ***.
I was standing in front of Arun, my back facing him. I kept my back as arched as possible. Maybe, I thought it would look sexy that way. "Bend forward." He commanded. I complied. Bringing my bums closer to his sight. He softly moved his manly hands on my smooth bubble bums. Made sure not to touch my bums hard, just soft enough to make me crave for more. Such a seducer. "Spread your *** cheeks, *** baby. I wanna see your pink cherry." He said. I placed both my hands on each of my bums and pulled them sideways. "Ye le kaminey, poori gaand khol ke rakh di hai tere liye." I said to myself. "Gosh, it's a butt plug, Rishi, and not the usual broom stick that you have been inserting in your *** till now." Arun shouted at me. "Spread it more, pansy. Or wait, let me do it." Saying this, he put both his hands over my hands, which were still on my bums, and spread my *** cheeks so hard, that I almost screamed. "AaaaOoooooowwww!" "Haaan, that's how you spread it, sissy. Now, I can clearly see your 'O' out there. Hahahahahaha." He said. "Stay there, don't move. And just feel my gift inside you." Saying this he started inserting the butt plug inside my ***. Surprisingly, the tip didn't *** me at all, like what I had imagined it would. Infact, it felt nice and ticklish. But slowly, when the tapered part began to enter inside me, did I start feeling the butt plug on my '*** walls.' I started giving out soft moans. Arun kept inserting.
The best thing about the butt plug is that you can get the feeling of getting *** even while you are moving. Whether you are walking, talking, cooking, dancing or working, you can be sure that you are getting ***. After getting the butt plug fully inserted inside my ***, I started walking back to where my pants were, and started putting them on. As soon as I was about zip my pants, suddenly my waist and my bums started shaking vigourously. I thought I was getting Frission. (Shivering goosebumps.) I tried to calm myself, but the shaking continued. I thought my phone was vibrating in my pocket. Checked it. No, it was not. Gawd, it was so vigorous, that I was shaking as I was dancing. Then, when I heard Arun's boisterous laughter, I turned towards him. With a naughty smile on his face, he showed me what was in his hand. "It's remote control operated." I immediately cried out, "***!"
"Well, now that you have got 2 lovely gifts that make you a complete sissy slave, I would like you to obey 12 commandments for the rest of your sissy life with me." Saying this, Arun laid out the rules that I was going to follow from now on:
RULE 1: You will obey whatever I tell you. Never ever will you ask any question. Just obey, and follow my instructions.
Me: Sure, Sir.
RULE 2: You will always put on the chastity cage, and both it's keys shall remain with me. The cage will be opened only if I allow it to. Which means, you won't be able to touch your dickie. Forget ***. Only if I feel that your behaviour towards me has been subservient and obedient enough, shall I let you ***. Got it?
Me: "Thank God, I had *** three times last time." I thought, "Ab 2-3 din toh aaram se kaam chal jaayega." I nodded.
RULE 3: Every morning you'll come to my cabin, expose your *** in front of me, and I'll insert the butt plug inside it. You'll keep it inside your *** throughout the day, and in the evening come again to me, to get it removed.
Me: Yes, Sir.
RULE 4: You will spend your weekends in your Master's servitude. Cooking, Washing, Cleaning, Bathing and Scrubbing me, Massaging me. Everything.
Me: Okay, Sir.
RULE 5: Your diet, from now on, will consist of Soyabean. Soya chunks for breakfast, Soy curry for lunch, Soy nuggets for snacks, and Tofu salad for dinner. Ofcourse, breakfast you'll have in my cabin. I'll tell you how.
Me: Yes, Sir.(I didn't quite understand the purpose of this Rule, but didn't dare to ask. Obeying Rule No. 1!)
RULE 6: You will surrender all your passwords to me. Mind you, every single password.
Me: Bu... Okay, Sir.
RULE 7: Your money will remain yours. But you will spend it only with my permission. Every single rupee with my permission. Slaves dogs dont deserve luxuries.
Me: Yes, Sir.
RULE 8: Coming on to "Slave dog." Remember, that's what you are. Everytime we are in private, or even in front of others who know about us, you will be on all fours. Or, if you are kneeling on your legs, then your hands will be up, in a "woof woof" position.
Me: Yes, Sir.
Arun: (Silent. Kept looking at me with raised eyebrows.)
Me: Oh! (I went on my all fours.)
Arun:(Ruffling my hair) Good dog!
Me: Thank you, Sir! (Shook my bums.)
RULE 9: You will never have *** with anyone else apart from me. I will also have the sole right to pimp you to anyone whom I wish to. But, you will never even ask for my permission to sleep with anyone of your choice.
Me: Okay, Sir.
RULE 10: You will always be punished and disciplined. For your heinous crime of ditching me in the past, and for every mistake that you make, either at work or in our private dealings, you will be punished hard. Spanked, nipple tortured, slapped, tied. While I'll make sure you don't bleed anywhere on your body, but I take no guarantee of the bleeding in your *** caused by my ***. It's a man's right to get pleasure in making his gurrl bleed in her ***. And I shall enjoy my right.
Me: Yes, Sir.
RULE 11: You will forget male underwears from now on. The pack of panties that I had bought along with the vest coats and bows? That's what you will wear from now on. Forever. Along with that, you will also decide a monthly menstrual cycle for yourself, and wear sanitary pads on those days.
Me: Okay, Sir.
RULE 12: You will pee in the girlie style. In the office washroom, you will sit at the commode, but at home, you will remove your panty and squat. I'll have timings for your leaks, and everytime you pee, you'll show me your live video. In between those timings, if you want to ***, you'll message me, and if I don't reply in 10 seconds, then you may go on your own. Ah, and while you are with me, your fluid intake will be only my ***. Golden showers baby!
Me:(Blushing) Yes, Sir.
"These are the twelve specific commandments that I want you to follow. Ofcourse, the slutty slave that you have been all these years, I am sure you are well aware about the general slave rules of addressing your Master as 'Sir, Maalik, etc.' I'll also keep mailing you such literature, keep reading them, and keep lubricating your ***. Hahahahaha." I shook my head in a nod. "Awright! So, that's about it, baby. Now, get up and get going." Arun told me. I stood up, and left his cabin.
There's a saying in Hindi, "Chor ki daadhi mein tinka." As soon as I stepped out, everyone started looking at me. Now, they might have been just looking at me casually, but I felt as if they knew every single thing that had happened inside. Gosh! what if they really knew. I rushed to my desk and hurriedly sat on the chair. "Ooooiii Maaaa!" The butt plug pricked, and I let out a loud, shrill, sissy cry. Awefully embarrassed I dug my head in some papers to avoid eye contact with people. But me ears couldn't be shut. I kept hearing chuckles, murmurs and nasty cat calls.
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Apr 12, 2020 - 06:57 AM|
Well worth the wait. Masterpiece!
|Posted On Apr 12, 2020 - 07:55 AM|
R u a writer or a gay . nicestiry with good control on master acts . language super you can write books
|Posted On Apr 12, 2020 - 09:34 AM|
|Posted On Apr 12, 2020 - 01:56 PM|
|Posted On Apr 12, 2020 - 06:18 PM|
@eternal_bliss this last one was a masterpiece
|Posted On Apr 13, 2020 - 10:39 AM|
@eternal , first two parts I found very realistic, part 5 after reading it sounds very fictional that apart you are very good writer. This is my opinion 🙏
|Posted On Apr 15, 2020 - 03:34 AM|
Part 5 is too bad. Don't feel that the two are human beings.
|Posted On Apr 15, 2020 - 04:28 AM|
Eternal please ignore the jealous and unimaginative critique. Not worth your time. You keep writing for your pleasure and there will be enough like me who will appreciate your work and I genuinely like your writing. A good erotica writer of the future. 👏👏👏
|Posted On Apr 15, 2020 - 06:42 PM|
@EDWARD75 Thank you so much sweets. Love you.
|Posted On Apr 16, 2020 - 09:06 AM|
Eternal_bliss.. When can we read part 6?
|Posted On Apr 16, 2020 - 10:45 AM|
@MaCHoMaN_9 I hope I should be ready with it by tomorrow morning. Most probably, I will.
|Posted On Apr 16, 2020 - 09:03 PM|
|Posted On Apr 17, 2020 - 01:29 PM|
Eternal bliss - eagerly awaiting next part
|Posted On Apr 17, 2020 - 03:23 PM|
@Eternal_bliss.... Buddy you have a way with words. Awesome story. Amazing writing. Eagerly waiting for next part.
|Posted On Apr 18, 2020 - 09:44 AM|
Here's the sixth part, guys. I am extremely sorry for the delay. I know I deserve to be punished. Maybe the Tops reading my story can spank me hard! And the lovely bottoms reading the story, I'll give them sweet hug and make up.
|Posted On Apr 18, 2020 - 09:47 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 6 – ENTERING THE DEN
Men. Sexy men. *** men. Masters. Oh, what a strong influence they have over the mind and matter of sissy bottoms. For them, slutty slaves may merely be an object of desire, but for the bottoms, they are the raison d'etre, the very reason for their existence. What makes it so? Is it just their ***? Or is it their aura? Or is it what they do to the bottoms, that makes them dance to their tunes? The sissy is the snake, and the Master - the snake charmer.
My life as a free *** had ended. I was now bonded. Enslaved. I had a Master who was going to decide things for me. He was no longer Arun Prakash for me. He was Master. That's what I was going to address him as.
A whole week passed with the chastity cage captivating my dickie. I was *** as ***. Had no idea what to do. I'd thought Master would let me jerk after 2-3 days, but it seemed he derived great pleasure in keeping me chastised. Yeah yeah, very smart. That way he ensured that he constantly kept running in my head, in my blood. At home, at work or on the road, I was just fantasizing my Master inserting his sexy *** in my watery ***. Finally, that moment came.
It was going to be my first weekend with the Master at his place. First times are always extremely exciting, aren't they? The Master took me along with him from the office. Very dutifully I kept walking behind the Master, and then ran ahead while opening the door of the car, or the lift in his building. Immediately upon entering the house, the Master rushed to the sofa, and sat. I went and knelt in front of him and started removing his shoes and his socks. I was about to go and put the shoes in the rack, when he held my arm and stopped me. I continued kneeling in front of him, my teeth biting my fingers, revealing my sissy anxieties. He instructed me to get up, and get naked. Till now, I had only exposed my genitals to him while receiving his gifts, but now I was going to expose my boobs to him. "Owww! You are hairy, sissy." He said, upon examining my naked body. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I said. "We'll have to do something about it." Saying this he came very close to me. So close, that I could not only feel but also hear his breath. His overpowering physique clouded my meek structure. It seemed like the lion was about to pounce upon the deer. He removed his dark black coat. "Yesssss!" I thought, "Now, he's gonna do it." He brought his lips very close to mine, in a bid to kiss me. My lips set apart, and the lower lip started shivering a bit. He brought out his tongue and let it touch my lip. That moist, cold feel of his tongue made my body quiver. Suddenly, he stopped. "Liking it, bitch?" He asked. "Yes, Sir." I nodded. "This is what you would have got, if you had become mine, 7 years back." And then, holding my cheeks firmly with his hand (thereby opening my *** wide,) he said, "But now, this is what you will get." Saying this he spit into my ***. I gulped the nectar. "And tonight, you are going to sleep naked in my cage." Like they say, "Uparwala deta hai toh chhappar phaad ke deta hai." All my fantasies were coming true.
I followed Master on the upper floor of his duplex flat. Until now, I had never moved around naked in anyone's house, except my own. My dickie was encaged, and my balls were dangling. Hands went over my bums as if consoling my 'bubbly smoothness.' I was really ***. Master took me to a room, which was actually his den. It was dark inside. The Master switched on the light. And, Ohh.......Hooo.....hooo! What do I see there? I see a cage lying at a corner, which already had a naked slave locked inside. "Hey Bhagwaan, meri souten? Nahinnnn!" The Reena Roy inside me wanted to whine and whimper, and bang her head against the wall.
"Wassup bitch?" The Master went closer to the slave, and asked him. Infact, he was so close to the cage, that his trousers were actually clung to the diamond shaped grill blocks of the cage. The slave, who was kneeling upright upon seeing the Master, immediately poked his nose through a block and started sniffing the Master's crotch and moving his head to wherever he felt the Master's *** was. Pleased with his demeanor, the Master started ruffling his hair, saying, "Missed me baby? Haan? Missed me, bitch?" The slave didn't seem to want to pause the sniffing, so he simply nodded. Infact, now, he also started moaning softly. "Hahahaha. Good dog! Goooood dog! See who I have got with me." And then turning to me, he continued, "This is Eddie, my slave from Delhi. I wasn't sure how much time it would take to crush your pansy ego and have you under my feet, so I got him along with me. The thing is, I can't live without a slave. I'm a compulsive Master, you see." Saying this, he winked at me, with that typical sly smirk on his face.
"Awright, now here's the thing." The Master laid out the diktat. "Both of you will be spending the night in the same cage." Sensing the disappointment on my face, the Master pinched my nipple and said, "Don't grumble sissy. It's just for tonight. I have sold Eddie to a friend of mine. He's going to be here tomorrow to take her away. So tonight, stay with her and learn some lessons in servitude. You are lacking in obedience, gurrl." Hearing this, I gave him a queer look. He started pinching my nip harder. "Rule No. 8. Forgot bitch?" He said. It took me a couple of seconds to remember the rule, and upon recalling it, I straight away went onto my all fours. "Hahaha. Too late baby. You will be punished. 30 spanks, 15 on each butt." Saying this, he went to a wall, where a few spanking tools were hanging in a neat display, one below the other, diagonally. There was a belt, a paddle, a leather flogger, another paddle with hairbrush bristles on it (Oooouch!) and a cane. Master selected the paddle (plain one, bitch) for me. "Here, Eddie baby, come out and spank your successor. Nikaal de apni saari bhadaas." He told Eddie with a chuckle. ***! I was expecting Master to spank me. Getting spanked from a fellow slave is so humiliating. But then, that's what he wanted. To humiliate me. Specially, in front of others.
I was still lying on my all fours, head bowed down.
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Apr 18, 2020 - 01:16 PM|
hmmm. the story has gone to another level. loving it.
|Posted On Apr 18, 2020 - 03:26 PM|
@Eternal_bliss story is 🔥 .... amazing writing
|Posted On Apr 19, 2020 - 03:23 PM|
Hi eternal bliss story has new curves hence would love if this story goes new level of suspense murder thriller
|Posted On Apr 20, 2020 - 03:17 PM|
Wow that was hot as *** 💦💦
|Posted On Apr 23, 2020 - 06:48 AM|
4 days since last part
|Posted On Apr 23, 2020 - 07:10 AM|
@MaCHoMaN_9 by tonight. For sure.
|Posted On Apr 23, 2020 - 08:21 AM|
Please don't mind but am gonna pester u till story concludes 😀
|Posted On Apr 23, 2020 - 10:12 AM|
@MaCHoMaN_9 getting 'pestered' by you would be such a pleasure Sir. I would love it..........Hehehehe.
|Posted On Apr 24, 2020 - 07:20 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 7 - A NIGHT INSIDE THE SLAVE CAGE
"Pchakkk..." "Pichakkkk..." "Pichakkk..." The sound of spanking can be as sensuous as the sound of slurping from a hard, hung ***. Add to that, your own sounds of "Aahhhhhhh...! Ooohhh...! Aaaaaai.....!" The entire place turns into a soundtrack of erotic orgasm. That's exactly what was happening right now. Eddie, the slave, was spanking me with the paddle, and Master was standing in front of me, savouring the delights of my pain. Honestly, the first few spanks were total pleasure. All my painful cries were fake, (as Master would call it: "Nakhras.") But after the 20th spank, it really got unbearable. I cried loudly, and in a bid to get away from the doggy position, I began to lift my hands from the floor. The Master realised my trick, and immediately placed his feet on my hands. So now, with my hands locked in the front, and Eddie taking total control of my buttocks and my legs, I had no escape. The only movement I could make was shake my bums, but whenever I did that, I was looking so funny that both, Master and Eddie would start laughing. Master was okay, but Eddie laughing at me? Noooooooo!
After the spanking punishment,Master allowed me to go and pee in the washroom. When I returned, I saw that he had also taken a leak and pissed into a dog bowl. That was meant to be our water, if we needed it during the night. Once again, I missed on seeing Master's ***. "Was he doing this purposefully? Not showing me his ***?" I wondered. Meanwhile, Eddie brought out some stuff from the cupboard at the corner, then pulled my arms backwards and handcuffed me. After that, he tied my legs with a heavy metal chain. And thus began my "Cage Pravesh."
The best thing about spanking is that the pain goes away immediately after the spanking ends. What seemed like a terrible saga for the skin and the nerves, withers away in a few minutes, as if nothing had happened. All that is left is a wonderful experience of hard sensations on your soft and spongy bums bouncing and squirming at every hit. I think, it's the humiliation and the embarrassment that attribute more to the pain than the actual physical agony. And, surprisingly, I was also able to sit down with my bums resting on the floor, very comfortably. After getting 30 spanks, I thought it would take me atleast 3 days to let my bums touch the floor. But, nothing of that sort. The only dark side was the ugly bruises left on the butts which would take a few days to heal. Otherwise, mazaa aa gaya!
Eddie turned out to be totally different from what I thought he was. As soon as the Master locked us in the cage and went away, Eddie turned to me and said, "Did it hurt real bad? I am soooooo sorry." And that broke the ice. For the first time, I looked at him with proper attention. Wow, what an item! Dusky body, fully rounded boobs, pointed nipples, sexy abs, cute navel. But it was when I looked down further at his voluptuous body, that I got the real shock. There was neither a dickie, nor balls. He was castrated.
Eddie realised my curiosity when he saw me staring continuously at his crotch. "Yes, I had it operated. One of my Ex-Masters preferred it that way. He liked *** me in the chut while seeing my face. Besides, I was also irritated by that tiny rat dangling between my legs. It was so not me." He said, very calmly.
The red light inside the den was not so bright, but still, I could clearly see the "*** pride" on Eddie's face. We couldn't hug each other as our hands were cuffed, so instead, we gave each other a "sissy kiss." Cheeks to cheeks, and a kiss in the air. The cage was hardly sufficient for one slave, and tonight we were two inside. Thankfully the instant camaraderie that we had, made us accomodate each other very well. We sat there facing each other, and Eddie narrated his tale. His real name was Edward, and he worked as a content developer, which enabled him to work from any corner of the world. Something like 4-5 hours of work in a day. Before he got into being a masochistic slave, he was actually married to a guy whom he described to me as "A Gorgeous Mallu! Thick lips, thick eyebrows, thick everything. Looked very much like the actor Prithviraj." Obviously, the marriage ran into problems. The guy's family never accepted Eddie, and always kept troubling him. Two years down the line, the Mallu husband could no longer see Eddie going through all that pain just to keep the marriage going, so he felt it was better to end it. In a bid to forget all that, Eddie left the country and shifted abroad, in Bali, where he met his Master, who not only got him castrated but also made him work as a stage performer at a kinky gay bar. Every evening he would have to enter completely naked on the stage, with a guitar. He would have to sit naked on a chair and play the instrument and sing. All this while he would try to hide his genitals and boobs behind the big guitar. But the crowd would be hardly interested in the musical performance. They would come there to see a castrated gay man, and make him dance. They would snatch away the guitar from him and make him reveal his '*** hole' in full glory. Then there would be a bidding and the highest bidder got to *** his chut in front of everyone. The second highest bidder got his *** *** by Eddie. The rest of them enjoyed the live show. After that relationship ended, Eddie returned to India, but this time stayed in Delhi. It was there, at an orgy, that Arun Sir saw him. Four guys had gheraod Eddie, with each one forcing him to attend only to him. Eddie's body was being pinched and nibbled from all sides, and his chut was being licked vigorously by one of the men. Arun Sir liked what he saw - Eddie dancing and moaning to the tunes of the men. They met a couple of times after that and then Eddie was gifted a butt plug(chastity cage was not needed) and taken in as his slave.
"Ah, what a journey!" I thought, "He's been through so much." Suddenly, I started feeling very incomplete. Even with my dickie hidden inside the chastity, I felt an inferiority complex upon seeing Eddie flaunting his 'dickless bottom.' I also wanted to be like that. "Only Tops should have ***. Bottoms should have holes, inside which the Tops could breed their seed." I felt.
The cage didn't have enough space for even one person to sleep comfortably, so we decided to take turns. One would sit cross legged, and the other would lie down. And anyway, we were so engrossed in chatting up with each other, knowing each other, that neither of us was feeling sleepy. I was sitting cross legged, and Eddie was lying down with his head on my lap. "So, you also got the 'gift' of the butt plug from Master?" I asked him. He looked up at me, as if I had asked some dumb question. "Every slave gets those 'gifts,' silly. Don't you know that? It's a rite of passage for a slave when he gets taken over by a Master." He said. And after that, what he told me was an awesome revelation.
"The BDSM sect that our Master is a part of, has a very simple initiation process, just the gifting of chastity cage and butt plug. But there are other BDSM groups which have very severe initiation processes of hazing, "bastardisation" and "humiliation." One of my Ex-Masters was a part of the BDSM sect, which had a rule that atleast a dozen slaves belonging to different Masters would be initiated together. We were all stripped naked in a big ceremony comprising our respective Masters, their Top friends, supporters and other Masters belonging to that particular sect. We were made to sit naked in a row and our heads were shaved in public, with everyone passing nasty comments on us. All twelve of us would then be made to sit together in a small round, and all the Masters would surround us and *** on our shaved heads. There would be a bukkake session, wherein they would dump their *** on our heads and spit on us. This was followed by each one of us being made to stand under a cold water shower, with a dildo shoved in the *** and made to recite the commandments given to us by our Masters. After that we had to go to each of the guests, lick their feet, and spread them our '*** hole' for them to see. Those who found it attractive would let us *** their *** for a moment and those who didn't would kick our butts, call us nasty names and pass us on to the next guest." Eddie concluded.
"That's *** fantastic!" I said. All this while, I thought of myself as a gutsy gay by being open to doing full monty cyber ***. But after listening to Eddie, I realised what a frog in the well I had been. I was just content in showing my naked self on the cam, pouting my lips, bringing my boobs together and squeezing them, and spreading open my *** hole in front of the cam. I didn't even imagine, that there was a whole world out there which had all these fun stuff going on in real. I was so content at doing just cam ***, that I missed out on the real action. Uffff, I had so much to learn. From Eddie. From Master!
Inside the cage, there was no track of time. The den had neither a ventilation, nor a wall clock. After a while, it was Eddie's turn to sit and mine to lie down. Whoa! I was so close to his '*** hole.' I couldn't resist touching it and fondling it. Unfortunately, my hands were cuffed. So, I brought my head very close to his '***' and in a bid to move my head while talking, I started touching my nose to his hole. I had never ever seen a *** in my life. Not even in ***. (And in real, which female was going to open her *** to a sissy?) So, this was my first such adventure. Eddie didn't mind me doing it, and that gave me further courage. After a while, I pulled out my tongue, and let it touch his '***.' Ahh, it was something, I tell you! There was a sexy ruggedness to the surface, maybe remnants of his dangling tail. I was curious to know how deep was that hole, so I started penetrating my tongue inside the '***.' Eddie noticed this and started laughing.
Eddie: Kya iraada hai, baby? Wanna do lesbian stuff or what?
Me:(Laughing back) Nahin, aisa kuch nahi. Just that, I haven't seen a gay man with a real '*** hole.' You know, Eddie, I am feeling so incomplete now. I wish I had a figure like yours.
Eddie:(Consoling me) But you already have a better figure, babes. I really love your fair complexion. You are so slim and fit. Such a lovely, feminine waist you have! Plus, your butts are bubblier than mine.
Me: (Laughed out blushing.)
Eddie: Just that your body hair has to go and your boobs have to be big enough.
Me: Wahi toh, my boobs are very small naah?.........Hey, how did you get yours so big? Were they always like that? I mean, shuru se?
Eddie: Naah re, mine were also like yours.
Me: So then?
Eddie: Mmmmm..... Well, you will see. Master will make sure you get big boobs. He has a crazy fetish for big boobs. There's a lot of wild stuff he does to a bottom's boobs. Hehehe.
Me: Hey, Eddie, I wanna feel your boobs. Pleeeeeeasee?
Relenting to my wish, Eddie lowered his trunk, thereby touching his bossom to my lips. I started moving my lips all over his shapely boobs. Started licking them, nibbling them, nibbling the tits, and then I bit it hard, to which Eddie immediately raised his chest, taking his boobs away from my ***.
Eddie: Ooouch! Easy baby!
Me:(Laughing) The baby's hungry, mama. Feed me some milk.
Eddie:(Taking my joke sportingly) My milk is only for the Papa, not for you. Now, be a good boy, and go to sleep.
Me: Hey, Eddie, give me some tips naah. How to please the Master? He is always so angry with me.
Eddie: Tune kaand hi aisa kiya hai, he's bound to be angry with you.
Me: What? You know it? How? He told you?
Eddie: Hmmm. You rubbed him on the wrong side sweetie, you can't escape the consequences.
Me: Chalo maana, ki I hurt his male ego, but who cares to carry on a grudge for 7 years, man? Don't you think it's crazy?
Eddie: He is obssessed with you, baby. I have seen it. Many times when he would *** me in a drunken state, he would start shouting your name, and *** me so wildly. He would slap me, abuse me, kiss me, bite my tits, and then when he would be done cumming inside me, he would sleep right there, on my body. Several times I've had to endure his entire body over mine for the whole night. All because you ditched him.
Me: Well, in that case, you should be thankful to me.
(We both start laughing.)
Me: Hey, Eddie, seriously, tell me naah, how can I make him go mad with my love?
Eddie: Okay, here's one tip I'll give you. Actually, it is applicable to all tops, but Master really goes crazy when you do that to him.
Me: Tell me, tell me, what is it?
Eddie: A very simple thing. A lot of suckers... and I'm talking about really good suckers, okay? Not the ones who just take the *** inside their mouths and do nothing.
Eddie: So...... a lot of suckers only use their tongues. It definitely does wonders, but what you should also do is, use your ***.....infact, your entire face. Roll your tongue around the Master's *** and at the same time ROLL AND TWIST YOUR ENTIRE *** WHILE SLURPING THE ***. The tight and twisted movement of your head in and out of the *** will make the Master go ecstatic, and he'll be happpppppyyy!
Me: Great. I'll try that. Thank you, Sista.
Eddie: You're most welcome, Sista.
I raised my head and gave Eddie a peck on his cheek. Then, he lowered his head and gave me kiss in return.
The two of us laid inside the cage, in each other's lap, taking turns. Finally, when Eddie was resting on my lap, he fell asleep, and I lay awake for some time. I was very glad that I met him, but then he also gave a new tension. I started thinking, "Master has gotten so used to *** a castrated slave, will he enjoy *** a hairy gay like me, who still has a ***? What if he doesn't enjoy *** me? What if I am not able to satisfy him as much as Eddie did? What if he leaves me?" These kinds of thoughts kept creeping my mind, and I didn't realise when I fell asleep. It was only when there was a ringing at the doorbell that both of us woke up together.
Eddie, who was lying on my lap, opened his eyes upon hearing the bell, immediately got up, and sat in an upright kneeling position with his body parts, specially, his face, boobs and '***' clinging to the grill of the cage. It looked as if he knew what was going to happen. "What happened?" I asked him. He didn't reply. So, I also sat in a kneeling position, like he did.
In a few moments the door of the den opened. Master entered. But, not alone. He was accompanied by a very handsome and a suave Sikh man. A couple of inches taller than Master, formally clad, a pink turban perfectly tied on his head, broad chest and shoulders, clean shaven face, sharp jaw line, almond shaped eyes ferociously pointed at the ends, thick eyelashes and not so thick eyebrows, long but lean nose, rose red lips and an extreeeeeemely fair complexion. I am sure I hadn't seen such a fair Indian ever. I wondered if he was from Canada. "Boys, this is my friend, Sarabjeet Kochhar. And Eddie, he is your new Master." We were informed by Master, who went on to tell his friend, "Jeetey, Uha tohada slave. Ekdum nanga. Hai naa changa?" Mr. Kochhar smiled delightfully at Master speaking in Punjabi with him. And then he said, "Haan yaara, hai taa sachmuch changa. Video clip mein dikhta tha usse bhi zyaada khoobsurat." I noticed that Eddie continously kept his head bowed down; not even for a second had he looked up to see his new propreitor. As soon as Mr. Kochhar came close to him, Eddie bowed down at his feet and started licking his shoes – polished, black colour, solid leather formal Slip-Ons. Poor Eddie, he was finding it so difficult to reach out to his new Master's shoes. He was trying hard to stretch his tongue as far as possible from inside the cage. After a while, when the Master seemed contented at his new boy's dedication, he said, "Good boy. Goooood boy." And then, commanded, "Get up!" Ahh, what a voice! "Was he an army captain?" I wondered. As soon as Eddie raised his trunk up, Mr. Kochhar laid his hands on Eddie's nipples which were clinging to the grill of the cage. He kept fondling the nipps, and Eddie kept looking down. With his hands on Eddie's nipps, Mr. Kochhar turned his attention towards me, and winked at me.
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On Apr 24, 2020 - 08:40 AM|
@Eternal_bliss you ought to copyright your story 😃
|Posted On Apr 24, 2020 - 10:15 AM|
Is that character Eddy real? Wherever he is, big bow to his servitude!
i am girl
|Posted On Apr 24, 2020 - 12:29 PM|
@eternal bliss---i am watching castrated men *** after reading this story.
|Posted On Apr 25, 2020 - 02:05 AM|
For me, it is totally unknown territory. both BDSM and castrated man. When is Rishi going to taste the meat?
|Posted On Apr 26, 2020 - 03:36 AM|
Great going Eternal. We have to connect after the lockdown is over. I'm a huge fan 🤗
|Posted On Apr 27, 2020 - 05:54 PM|
Super narration it seems like to be a natural and not frictional... Only a real sissy can feel what u narrate and awaiting for how arun master treated the slave please post soon
|Posted On Apr 28, 2020 - 02:59 AM|
When will u upload the next part @Eternal_bliss i love this story
|Posted On May 1, 2020 - 11:10 AM|
loved the story any rich dominatinge top master wants a bot like me to humiliate n have fun csn message me
|Posted On May 2, 2020 - 02:03 AM|
Next part please. It has been a week. Eagerly waiting to read about Rishi and Arun's first night
|Posted On May 2, 2020 - 10:14 AM|
@FIFTY, @VENKATESH15, @DK9821, and others who might be waiting for the next part. Hi guys. The next part is turning out to be very long, so it will take some time. I'll try to finish it this weekend.
Besides, Rishi and Arun are not having ***, at least not in the next part. Vaise bhi @FIFTY You said, "All this is unknown territory for me....," right? So, let's get you more acquainted with BDSM fantasies. *** toh hota rahega.........hehehehe!
|Posted On May 2, 2020 - 03:08 PM|
@Eternal_bliss castration boobs hormones intresting
|Posted On May 5, 2020 - 08:54 AM|
Eternal Bliss....very captivating narration. I m sure you are an intelligent story teller and (i suppose its a fantasy story) very listy imaginator.....wow... I am just luving your story and can not wait further to hear how Master Arun broke u during the weekend.
|Posted On May 6, 2020 - 07:44 AM|
Eternal_bliss. Next part pls
|Posted On May 7, 2020 - 04:02 AM|
@MaCHoMaN_9 & @FIFTY, Yes Sirs. I'll finish the episode by tonight and post it.
|Posted On May 7, 2020 - 12:42 PM|
Wow superb story @Eternal_bliss. I imagined myself to be the slave and it was so hot!
|Posted On May 8, 2020 - 09:34 AM|
THE SISSY EXPOSED
PART 8 - EDDIE KI BIDAAI (PART 1)
"Toh yeh hai tera naya launda!" Sarabjeet Kochhar told Master, while giving me a lusty look and continuing to fondle Eddie's tits. "Hai toh ekdum chikana, par saale ke badan pe baal hai yaar. Aur bable bhi chhote hain. Ekdum 'chuchhe' jaise." He added, and immediately both Masters started laughing. So much so, that Eddie also let out a loud breath while trying to control his own laughter. I gave him an angry stare through the corner of my eyes, but his head was still bowed down. Mr. Kochhar continued his fun remarks, "Achha hai, raat ko gotiyaan khelte rahiyo." To this, Master immediately replied, "15 din baad aaiyo, gotiyon ki jagah volleyball milenge." The Alpha Doms burst out laughing. The slaves continued kneeling.
Thank God, my dickie was in chastity, or else, Mr. Kochhar would have got to see me getting a hard-on while being body shammed. He would think I was such a *** despo. But then, which sissy bottom wouldn't get a hard-on at the mention of his boobs going to be turned into the size of a volleyball? I started fantasizing about what all Master would do to my boobs to make them so big. Squeeze them? Squeeze them hard? Get them silicon implanted? Make me wear padded bras? My chain of thoughts was broken by Master's voice. "Tussi aje usada asli 'maal' nahin vekhiya." He told Mr. Kochhar, and then looking at me, he told me, "Turn around Rishi baby, let's show Jeetey your real assets." Clumsily I turned around inside the cramped up cage, and as soon as I went onto my all fours, I heard Mr. Kochhar whistling. "Phewwwww! Kya mast gaand hai, bhenchod. Bums hain yaa Rass Gulle? Mazaa aa jaaye inko masalne mein." Master didn't say anything, just gave his typical sly smirk.
Sarabjeet Kochhar: Spanking toh dikh rahi hai gaand pe, par I bet, abhi tak tune usko thoka nahi hai.
Master grinned and shook his head.
Sarabjeet Kochhar: Vahi toh! Varna ab tak toh uski gaand sooj ke lal bhosada ban gayee hoti. Mein kya jaanta nahi tera lund kitna lamba hai?
Sarabjeet Kochhar: Kyon tadapa raha hai bechaare ko? Ekdum kamseen kali hai launda.
Master:(Getting serious) Ye sirf dikhne mein bhola bhaala hai, asal mein ek number ka *** hai. (And then, as if getting down to business) Eddie, you'll be leaving with your Master tomorrow evening. Get ready for the STRIP.
eddie: Yes, Sir.
Master:(Pointing at me) Isko bhi samjhaa dena.
eddie: Yes, Sir.
Master let us out of the cage and unlocked our cuffs and chains before exiting the den with Mr. Kochhar.
Me: Pehle se nange toh hain, ab aur kitns strip karenge? Khaal udhedenge kya ye log hamaari?
Eddie: Arre idiot, ye kapde utaarne vaala waala stripping nahi hai. It's actually an acronym, STRIP, meaning Slave Transfer Rituals and Intimate Processes.
Me: Now, what is that?
Eddie: Our Masters belong to a BDSM sect, known as "Beasties." Worldwide it has more than 150 members till date. Like I had told you, the initiation procedure of a slave under this group is very simple, just the two gifts given to the slave, but then if the slave is sold over to another Master belonging to the same sect, then there is an elaborate 2 day long procedure called, STRIP, which involves various rituals...
Me: Such as?
Eddie: You will know them as they happen. Hurry up, now, we have to prepare breakfast for the Masters.
Me: Aise hi? Nange poonge?
Eddie: No, there'll be an apron. Let's go, "Chuchhe!"
Me: Shut Aaaaaap!
Breakfast was sorted. I figured it was a bit elaborate today, because of Mr. Kochhar's arrival. But Eddie was an expert. For me, it was the first time I was preparing breakfast wearing an apron on a completely naked body.(not even my panty.) The thin cotton fabric of the apron was giving a nice feel to my skin. Covering only the front part of the body till the thighs. The back was all bare. There was a lace tied at the neck, and another at the waist. I felt the apron was such an apt dress for a bottom. Whattafun to have such only-apron-clad waiters and bartenders at a pub!
Meanwhile, both the Masters who had gone to the building's club house for a game of shuttle and a swim, returned. As soon as we heard them entering the house, we removed our aprons and carried the plates and bowls to the dining table. It was going to be a lavish spread. Sesame Prawns Toast with Mexican Salsa, Boiled Eggs, Paniyarams & Coconut chutney, Sev Bundi, Cornflakes & Milk, Orange juice,(Masters could choose either,) and Gulab Jamun, which Master had brought from Chandu Halwai, the previous day. Upon seeing the well laid table, Master gave an appreciative spank on Eddie's bum, saying, "Good Doooog!" He ignored me. But I learnt a new custom. Whenever your Master gives you appreciation, you express your happiness by shaking your bums. Eddie did that.
As soon as the Masters settled at the dinning table, Eddie knelt on the floor, next to Master. I didn't know where to go and sit. Hell! It was so irritating and humiliating not knowing what to do and yet be expected to follow the rules. Once again, I did what Eddie did. Knelt on the floor next to him. Master removed a dog bowl from under a drawer of the table, and laid it in front of us. And then, picked up a packet from the table and dropped some Soya chunks into the bowl. Eddie bent forward at the bowl and picked up the chunks with his ***, and started eating. I also did the same. Mr. Kochhar, who was at the other end of the table, perhaps felt a bit lonely. He said, "Send one of them over here buddy." Master said, "No, they are fine." Some solid status games were going on between the two Masters, and right now, Master Arun, with both slaves at his feet, was clearly winning. The Masters got engrossed in their discussion, and conveniently ignored us. I learnt from their conversation that Mr. Kochhar had a business of antique arts and sculptures. His entire family was in London, whereas he lived in Mohali, Punjab. Eddie would be going there.
After the breakfast, it was time for the first two Acts of Eddie's STRIP. In the first Act, I also had to be a part, whereas the second Act was meant only for the outgoing slave, i.e., Eddie.
The first Act was called, "SHUTTERBUGS' ***." It was very simple. The Masters and Slaves would be dressed up in their gears and get their photos clicked. The pics would then be posted on the Beasties' WhatsApp group and Insta page. "Here's the dress for my boy." Mr. Kochhar said with a nasty grin, while handing over a packet to Eddie. "Yours is in the room, on the dressing table. Go, change both of you." Master told me. It was customary for the Masters to get the dresses for their slaves in this ritual.
"Come on, Eddie baby, why are you so morose?" I asked him, once we were inside the room. "Oh, yeah? Wear the dress, you'll come to know." He was right. The dresses were indeed meant to make fun of us. It was a leather dress, totally unsuitable for sissies. So, I also had a depressing look on my face. Our pics would be seen by the group's various Masters all over the world and they would make nasty comments on us. Eddie knew all this from the beginning, that's why he was shuddering at the thought of STRIP.
Having no choice for ourselves, we put on our respective dresses, and reached the den where the Masters were already waiting for us, swashing all over the den with the swagger of a ruler. They were looking damn hot and sexy in their leather gears. Both were wearing same type of dress - Sleevless leather jackets with buttons open, no shirt inside, and tight (actually very tight) leather pants. The pants were so tight that their long *** made a clear outline from the outside. And then there was a leather cap, dark glasses and a black rod in their hands. Unfortunately, slave manners forbade us from looking or even glancing at our Masters, so our heads were bowed down.
Eddie was made to wear a dull brown suede dress which covered all the unnecessary parts and bared open all the private parts. So, the arms were covered, neck was covered, waist was covered and lower legs were covered. But the chest, (Ohhh, Eddie's boobs!) and the crotch, (Eddie's chut,) were uncovered. Even a child would burst out laughing upon seeing anyone in that dress. On top of that, Mr. Kochhar had brought a cap for him made out of Army Combat Uniform kind of green and black khaki. Well, that was fine. But alas! the shape of it was that of a side cap, (as in the shape of Gandhi topi or Nehru topi.) Eddie was looking like a butch Anarkali, about to break into the "Jab Pyaar Kiya Toh Darna Kya" groove.
As for me, Master made me wear a tight, black, half sleeved leather shirt. Fine, but the length of the shirt was as much as that of a blouse. Imagine, a leather blouse! On top of that, it was open at the breasts, with just criss-cross straps in the shape of the number '8' (horizontal) around my boobies. At the centre of the straps, that means at the centre of my chest, was a round metal ring. Wait, that was not all. The shirt had leather fringes at the bottom, which were glossy pink in colour. Yuck!!! My chest was looking like a Diwali lantern. At the bottom, Master made me wear black coloured, leather micro shorts. So awfully short. They exposed more than they covered. Plus, at the crotch, the dickie portion was torn open. So, my dickie in the chastity was out, revealing it's 'Eternal Sissyhood.' Along with the dress, Master had left something else on the dressing table. Lipstick! With a note saying, "Wear this too." Eddie helped me put on the rosy red lipstick. So, there I was, all decked up in a 'Leather Lingerie!' Oh, wait. Paired with such awkward leather dresses, both of us were made to wear long cowboy boots! We looked like two sissies desperately trying to act like Alpha Men.
We positioned ourselves for the photo shoot. Both Masters standing at the centre, and their respective slaves kneeling at their foot on either side. Call it the "Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham" moment of BDSM gays. The photos were clicked in various other poses as well. From happy family pose to all kinds of obscene ones that you can think of. I was totally confused while giving expressions. Didn't know whether to be my fairy self, or to give expressions of a macho man. I decided for the latter, but miserably failed in every click. Made such a fool of myself.
Upon returning to the room, after the photoshoot, I was literally crying. "Have you ever seen a Leather man in a lipstick?" I asked Eddie. "Have you ever seen a mujra dancer wearing leather?" He replied. "But why? Why do they have to do this? Why do they have to impose leather lungis on satin sissies?" I asked. Then, Eddie explained the objective of the Act to me. "You see, daahling, the whole idea is to make us realise how unfit we are for leather clothes. They purposely make us wear such gears, so that whatever little desires we might have of wearing manly clothes in future would get brutally crushed, and we would forever remember our roles in the S & M community. We are sissy slaves, and girlie and queenie clothes is what suit our bodies. Got it?" "Yeah, got it. Once a sissy, always a sissy. Eternal_Sissy." said I.
The second Act was called "PLAY ON ***." It involved two 'play' activities. In the first one, the slave would put on the basic gears of a pet dog, and the Master would play with the dog. Simple. The second one involved a task given by the Master, and if the slave failed to perform it, he would be given a punishment. I was feeling a bit relieved,as I was not going to be a part of it. Would just enjoy watching Eddie being grinded to the ritual. But my cruel joy was short lived. As soon as we entered the den, Master announced, "Rishi will also be a part of this Act." "But this one is only for the outgoing slave yaar." Mr. Kochhar said. "I know. But, I want him to do this." said Master. That was it.
The puppy gears were very nice. Better than the 'atrang' leather outfits we had just worn. Eddie and me were on our all fours, and our respective Masters started dressing us up. The first thing they put on our naked bodies was a dog collar. It was a lovely, 'bondage belt' tied to our necks. The black belt had shining metallic spikes on it. And it was attached to a long chain, which our Masters would hold in their hands, while taking us for a 'walk.' Next was the dog tail. It was the best. "Atleast something going inside my ***." I thought. Eddie's was a grey coloured, furry, fox tail. Mine was not just a tail, there was also an *** Holster *** Plug Harness. Okay, let me explain. So, there was a black belt tied around my waist. And at the front and the back sides, two two vertical straps were attached from the belt. The straps on back side were attached to another patch which would be at the ***, and whose centre had a hole, from where a nice, long, black dog tail was inserted in my ***. The curvy end of the tail which remained outside would wag every time I would walk or move my bum. And upon vigorous wagging the tail would oscillate from one butt to the other giving nice, soft hits on my butts. I was feeling damn sexy in that tail. Our hands were going to be the paws of the puppy, so the masters put on padded mitts (gloves) on our hands. So, now our fingers were restrained, we would have to crawl on the floor wearing those padded paws. Wow! Then, the Masters also made us wear knee pads. And finally, a hairband which had two dog ears dangling on their either ends. Thank Gawd, Masters didn't make us wear dog masks. I hate those. Masters wanted to play with our real faces.
I was looking awesomely cute and sexy in the puppy gear. Eddie was looking awful. Really. First of all, the black gears gelled so much with his dusky complexion that there was no striking contrast in his entire appearance. Secondly, as a dog when he was on all fours, all his assets were facing the floor and so, were not nicely exposed. His chut got completely hidden, and his rounded boobs kept swinging loosely from his chest. He was looking more like a buffalo than a dog. I was lean and curvy. Plus, my complexion was shining in it's full glory in the dog gear. Actually, my skin has the right balance of oilyness and dryness, so there's that smooth lustre to it. Like they say, "Ekdum chikna." And the fat is also evenly distributed on the bone structures, be it my shoulder blades, the collar bones, the ribs, the waist bones,(love handles,) and the hip bones. So, you'd actually, love to pamper my bony parts as there's just the right amount of fats on them that induce a nice bouncy feel to them, still retaining the bony outline of the structure. And since I had to be on all fours, my hairy chest got nicely hidden, so all you got to see was an extremely fair, smooth, cute little dog whom you would happily love to pet and play with. Eddie was too voluptuous to be a cute dog. He had the figure of a queen. I made the perfect bitch.
The play activities in the puppy gears were simple. Our respective Masters held the chains to our collar belts and took us for a walk in the den. It was a large hall of around 300 sq. feet, so there was ample space. The Masters were still wearing the leather outfit of the photoshoot. They were looking wildly sexy. They walked ahead, and we gladly followed them, on our all fours. They also did roleplays of two friends meeting on the street, and their dogs beginning to interact with each other. Eddie was told to play the male dog, and I was the bitch. We were supposed to behave like real dogs, so were not allowed to speak, only bark with a "woof." Initially, upon seeing Eddie - the dog, I had to start barking and shoo him away. And Eddie, the *** flirt, would have to keep coming closer to me, in order to woo me. I was made to finally give in, and Masters told Eddie to go behind me, and lick my ***. He was also made to mount on me, and hump me, like dogs do. The Masters definitely had a sense of "humiliation humour." Just figure this. A bottom gay, who didn't have a ***, was told to mount upon a fellow sissy's back and *** him. Wicked, wasn't it? There was also the "Fetching the bone" game, where the Masters threw a plastic bone and we had to run (on all fours) and fetch the bone to the Master. Whoever fetched the bone in his ***, got a chance to ruffle the Master's crotch with his nose and sniff his ***. The entire floor of the den was covered with a padded mat, and we were also made to wear knee pads, so safety was ensured, but still, running on our all fours was not easy. Yet, I was determined to fetch the bone and defeat Eddie. Atleast that way, I could get to feel the Master's crotch, albeit from the outside. Both Masters had hilarious fun watching us run and fight like bitches. At instances, they would make an action of throwing the bone, but wouldn't actually throw it. I would hasten ahead without bothering to notice whether the bone has been thrown or not. Only after moving a few steps would I realise that, and then hurry back to my starting position. Both Masters had a solid entertainment. Of the ten rounds of throwing the bone, five by each Master, I won seven. Two of Mr. Kochhar's throws, and all five of Master's throws. What a *** watering experience it was to ruffle Master's crotch, and feel the outline of his *** through my nose. In between I would also bring my lips at the ***, and would open my ***, showing my eagerness to have that *** inside my ***. Master would laugh at my cocksucking attempts, and just ruffle my hair, saying, "Good dog. Good doooog." At one time, I could clearly feel his *** get erect, so I kept getting down and down to maintain the contact of my *** with the tip of his ***. I was hoping that he would give in to the temptation and open his zip for me to blow him right there, in front of Eddie and Mr. Kochhar. But all he did was laughed and said, "Ohkay, ohkay, that's enough........enough baby." "No, Sir, it's not enough. I want more. I want it all." I wanted to tell him, but as usual, I couldn't.
Suddenly, I heard Mr. Kochhar's voice, "The pupps must be thirsty yaar. Get some water for them." I looked at him, he was smiling and winking. I heard Master replying with a smille, "Sure, why not." And he went. I thought, "Okay, it's *** drinking time." But then Master came with 4 big bottles of water. For the first time in the weekend, I would be drinking normal water instead of Master's ***. Eddie started sipping. I also had some water, and thanked Master. He smiled back at me, and said, "Drink some more baby." Mr. Kochhar giggled. I drank a few more sips, and thanked Master. "Some more." He said. "I am done, Sir, thank you." I replied. And came a slap on my cheek. "Paani pee bhosdike." Master ordered. I started drinking. Not just one but two full bottles. So did Eddie. And then the puppy play continued. We were made to roll on our sides from one end of the den to the other. Three-four rounds of such rolling and both of us were exhausted. We started panting, which made us look more like dogs. And then Master said, "Awwright bitches, it's pee pee time. Let's take you to the toilet." So, that was the game plan.
Inside the toilet, the Masters parked us besides the commode and themselves sat on the plastic stools at the other end of the bathroom. "Okay, ***, so let's see you peeing like real dogs do. I repeat.... like real dogs. Got it, bitches?" We nodded. Eddie started. Sitting on his all fours, he raised right leg, and let out a hot stream of golden liquid from his chut. The two bottles of water ensured that there was a very long, rapid flow and he diligently kept his right leg raised throughout the pee. The torrent of his golden shower kept hitting my thighs after which the liquid made a puddle around my knees and hands. All this while the Masters kept cheering Eddie, and motivating him to keep his leg raised till the very last drop fell on the floor. Eddie obeyed. Now, it was my turn. I decided, I'll also make a splash on Eddie, so I raised my left leg, and got ready for the spurt. I must be looking very sexy in that pose, for Mr. Kochhar remarked, "Yaar, mujhe toh isko isi pose mein chodne ka mann karta hai. What a ***, man!" Master responded with his sly smirk. Meanwhile, I was waiting for the *** to flow from my dickie, but OMG! The *** would just not come. I tried and tried and kept trying. Eddie kept looking at me, and behind me, Masters kept laughing and calling me names. Fervent efforts and embarrassment made my entire back and the forehead perspire, but still, no sign of even a droplet coming out of my dickie. I didn't know where to hide my face. Kept a false smile on my face. But when Master blasted, "Abbey moot bhosdike. Yaa woh bhi nahi aata tujhe?" I gave up my pretences. "Sir, chastity cage ki vajah se nahin nikal raha." I tried to give a reason. "Chutiye, roz toh mootne ke videos dikhata rehta hai tu. Moot le jaldi se nahi toh baahar le jaaoonga, khule mein." "Nahin Sir, yahin pe kar lunga." I begged. Finally, after a great ordeal, I let out a drizzle. But it stopped at there. Suddenly, Mr. Kochhar got up from his stool, came near me, and started 'pat stroking' my bum, saying, "Kya hua? Baby ko su su nahi aa rahi? Koi baat nahi, papa aa gaye hai naa, ab aa jaayegi." He kept cootchie-cooing my bum, and softly pinching it. The feel of his manly hand on my bum and his soothing words instantly relaxed me, and I let out a gush of *** from my chastised dickie. Mr. Kochhar patted my bum and started getting back to his seat. "Kaminey, finally chance maar hi liya naa tune! Shuru se teri nazar thee uspe, I've noticed that." said Master to Mr. Kochhar. "Yaar, I am giving you an open offer. Tu keemat bol uski, mein dono ko le jaata hoon." Mr. Kochhar said. Master refused his offer. "So, ladies, that was it. Now, clean up the mess quickly and get ready for the next play." Master told us. Totally drenched in each other's ***, Eddie and me hurriedly got up, after the Masters exited the toilet. Eddie's hand pads were removed by Master before he exited, and Eddie removed mine. We both got down to cleaning our bodies and washing the leather gears. And then, we both headed to the den for next game. Or punishment?
The next activity in the "PLAY ON ***" Act was a game of lifting weights. And my intuition was right. The game was, indeed, meant to punish us. There was no way anybody could accomplish that task, atleast not me and Eddie. We had to lift two bricks, and walk from one end of the den to the other. Simple? No, wait. The bricks were to be lifted not by the hands, but by the tits. Yes, you got it right, by the nipples. Being assured that both of us were going to fare miserably in the task, my only curiosity now was to know what would be the punishment. We were not told that yet. Eddie was the first to begin. "I'll get to know the punishment, once he fails." I assured myself. Mr. Kochhar, Eddie's soon-to-be Master, came forward and put clamps on Eddie's nips. The lusty man didn't miss out on feeling and squeezing Eddie's boobs while doing so. The metal clamps were bigger in size than the ones I had seen in *** videos. The clamps were attached to each other by a small chain, which was further attached to a bigger chain hanging down. Now, to the other end of this bigger chain, two red bricks were attached. "Come on, Eddie baby, lift them up." Master gave the command. Eddie was already bowing down since the chain was attached to the bricks. So, he tried to raise his own body, thereby attempting to lift the bricks. He couldn't raise his body even by an inch. Not even by a centimetre. He couldn't rise at all. His fate was sealed. And I knew, so was mine. Poor Eddie, the obedient slave that he was, kept trying for nearly 10 minutes or so. And after he was defeated, it was my turn. I had decided not to make a fool of myself like Eddie did. He was so immersed in lifting the bricks with his tits, that he didn't even realise that Mr. Kochhar was making nasty comments on him and his boobs, like, "Babble mein dum nahi hai kya? Lagta hai sirf hawa bhari hai andar, gubbare ki tarah." "Uthaao uthaao meri jaan.... itta saa vazan nahi uthaa sakogi toh phir humko dooddhoo kaise pilaaogi?" "Yaar, Arun, tune iski gaand mein theek se bamboo ghusaya hai yaa nahi.....ekdum phokal maal hai ye toh." I didn't want to hear such nasty remarks for myself in front of Master. So, I decided to use the school trick. Immediately upon being clamped, I let out loud moans and cries of pain. In fact, I also succeeded in bringing tears to my eyes. "Rone dhone se kuch nahi hoga, Rishi, I've told you pehle bhi, your tears will only give us more pleausre. We are not going to say 'stop' until we see some genuine efforts from you. Come on!" Master shouted at me. "It's paining really badly, Sir." I pleaded. "Who cares?" He gave me back. Somehow, I managed to fiddle away an equal amount of time that Eddie had taken, after which Master came ahead to remove my clamps. And while he was doing that, Mr. Kochhar passed a nasty comment, "Tera launda toh ekdum fuddu nikla, Arun. Ek toh babble bhi ekdum chucche se hain uske." His giggles with such comments added to my humiliation, but worse than that, had Master's face fuming with rage. Clearly, Mr. Kochhar was leading the status game right now, and Master was not liking it. While removing the clamps from my nips, he pressed a clamp on one of my tits very hard. So hard, that I let out a scream, "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" Mr. Kochhar got another reason to giggle. "Damn, Rishi, you are such a sissy. You didn't even make an attempt to lift the bricks. Bhendi, such a spoilsport you are. Tu dekh mein tera kya haal karta hoon office mein." He scolded me.
Eddie and me were standing in front of Masters. Naked. Heads bowed down. Hands on either side. Modesty uncovered. Genitals totally exposed. Masters kept staring at our bodies, and exchanging oral notes with each other about our body parts and our curves. After what seemed like an eternity, Master spoke: "Awwright, so it's punishment time. Since it's going to be Eddie's last punishment from me, I am going to keep it simple. We are going to order lunch from outside. So, here's what we'll do. I'll order food from two places, and each time when the guy comes to deliver the food, you'll have to ask him for a blow job. Clear?" We nodded. Did we have a choice?
Around half an hour after Master placed the first order, the door bell rang. It was Eddie's turn first. No sooner did he open the door than the delivery boy started blurting, "Hello, Sir, aapka parrrrr......" And then he suddenly realised that a completely nanga aadmi was standing in front of him. He kept staring at Eddie, couldn't utter a word after that. Eddie was a smoothie at handling such situations. He told him, "Laao." Taking the parcel from the delivery boy's hands, he further told him, "Andar aa jaao, paise le lo." The deivery boy entered the hall, gave a hesitant smile to Mr. Kochhar and Master, and upon seeing me standing naked at a corner, his eyes and his *** were left wide open. Then a few moments later when his eyes fell on the chastity cage at my dickie, he started grinning shamelessly at me. "Oye, chutiye, apne paise le, lund chusa aur nikal yahaan se." I cussed him in my mind. His grinning was getting increasingly embarrassing for me. It was only when Eddie came with the money, that I heaved a sigh of relief. What Eddie did next surprised me to no bounds. He handed over the money to the boy, 'mistakenly' touched his crotch, complimented the size of his *** and straight away asked him, "Mein choos loon tumhara lund?" What a point blank seduction! But the boy said, "Mujhe ladki mein interest hai." "Toh mein kaunsa ladka hoon?" Saying this, Eddie took the boy's hand and placed it on his chut. Strangely, the boy hadn't seen till now that Eddie didn't have a dickie. Once he came to know this, he became *** like all boys do. Immediately, he opened his zip and let out his monster. A nice and brown, uncut 6 incher, semi hung. Eddie knelt down at him and started *** his ***. Initially, there was a feeling of shyness on the boy's face, but I guess, when Eddie's tongue made him rock hard, he let go of his inhibitions, and started enjoying the act. I kept watching the blowjob from the corner of the hall. Eddie was a nice and passionate sucker. Even from behind, I could see that he had opened his *** completely, and was facilitating a smooth *** *** for the delivery boy's ***. His blow strokes were slow and long. Starting from the tip of the *** he would go right upto the crotch of the boy, and stay there for a couple of seconds, keeping the entire *** in his ***, also perhaps, licking it with his tongue. Just a few such deep throats, and Eddie had the boy swooning for his ***. Now, he just leaned against the wall, and held Eddie's face with both his hands, and guided his *** movements over his ***. In and out, in and out went Eddie's ***. Out and in, out and in moved the boy's pelvis. The delivery boy was short in stature, but looked very sexy making those pelvic thrusts. I started imagining how much more sexier he would look while making those sexy pelvic moves completely naked. That day I realised how hot it was even for a bottom to see a fellow bottom blowing a guy's ***. For a moment my attention got distracted and I saw Mr. Kochhar stroking his own *** while watching the blowjob scene. He seemed quite turned on by the way Eddie was rolling and twisting his head while moving it out of the delivery boy's ***. After about 10 minutes or so, the intensity of Eddie's head movements and the delivery boy's pelvic thrusts increased, and finally he came in Eddie's ***. Eddie got up and went inside the washroom. The guy's face revealed his super satisfaction. He locked his zip and started to move out. While going out, he gave me a lusty look and said, "Phir bulaana." Out he went with a smile on his face.
Now, it was my turn. The bell rang. I went and opened the door. A young, tall guy was standing with a parcel. Hurriedly, I took the parcel from him, asked him to come in and collect the cash. This guy had a name tag above his chest pocket. He was Afroz. "Wow, aaj toh cut *** khaane ko milega." I thought. The guy was too good looking to be working as a delivery boy. He could easily get into modelling. I started having goosebumps at the thought of *** him. My dickie started giving out soft taps at the chastity cage, rebelling to break free and get erect. Watching Eddie had given me enough confidence, so I also asked him directly, "Choos loon tumhara?" He said, "Mein sirf gaand mein daalta hoon." I said, "Theek hai." I turned, lowered my pants and panty and bent forward. He started feeling my bums. Just then, I heard a voice saying, "Nope. It's a fowl." That was Master. I stood up, totally clueless. "The task was to get a blowjob, and not a ***." He said. "But...." I couldn't say anything further. The delivery boy spoke, "Par mein toh sirf gaand maroonga." Master said, "Nahin, toh tum jaao." He went. I stood there, still with my pants and panty down. "So, now what? Will he have to go down on the street and find someone else?" Mr. Kochhar asked naughtily. "Yeah, what else?" said Master. I would never be able to do that. Not even at gun point. Just then Master added, "Or if you want, Rishi, I can call the building watchman and ask him if he is interested." I saw Eddie shaking his head, trying to give me some visual signs, but I couldn't understand. "Yes, yes, that would be fine." I answered. So, Master picked up his phone and called up the watchman. The door bell rang. I went and opened the door. A young man was standing at the door. I rushed him inside and closed the door. Thankfully, every floor in the building had just 2 flats, and the other flat on that floor was locked. With this guy, there was no 'asking formality' to be fulfilled. He knew why he was there, and I knew what I had to do. So, I got on to my job. The blowjob. I started unzipping him, to which he completely unbuttoned and lowered his pants and his Lux Cozi underwear. Fine. I took his ***, first in my hand and then in ***. Yuck... thoooo!!! WHAT WAS THAT??? A horrible taste hit my tongue when it touched the stenching *** of that guy. I had never tasted or smelt anything so bad. Something like a mixture of horse ***, black coffee and rotten fish. An instant stimulant to puking. It was totally unbearable. For a moment, I shifted my '*** spot' from the *** to the balls. But his balls were reeking of his ***. It seemed as if, he never pissed into the commode but always on his balls, and then left them like that, without washing them. Till now, all my sexperiences with blue collar workers had been fantastic. Construction workers, auto drivers, security men, house painters, dairy farm boys, barbers, factory labourers. These were some of the best *** that I had *** in my life. I had almost become judgmental about them having the sexiest rods of all. But this guy ruined my perceptions. I wonder if he even realised that his *** was emanating such strongly repulsive odours. I guessed he might have be masturbating lying on his stomach and rubbing his *** on the bed or the floor. And then, *** in the underwear, and leaving it like that only. The dried semen of all these years would have been the cause of the strong stench on his *** and his balls. I know how it is. I myself was used to *** it that way since the beginning. As a bottom, I met only pure tops who never touched my dickie, so nobody made me realise it. Much later when I read about the health hazards and hygiene issues related to it, did I change my *** style. "Okay, so perhaps this guy is not educated or trained in such matters, maybe it is not his fault." I thought. But the least he could do was wash his *** with water. That much also he must not be doing. Maybe he had to bathe in the open with his undies on. Poor chap! My disgust for him turned into sympathy for him, and I began *** him with a renewed vigour. The watchman's *** was uncut, infact, a bit too much of derma at the foreskin. It didn't retract entirely even when the *** was erect. So, I used my hand to pull back his foreskin. But, Eeeeewwwwwww! His glans had a dense cloud of smegma covered over it. NO.....NO......NO! I would never be able to make that guy ***. My attention drifted from the guy and his ***, and my head turned towards the right. My eyes made contact with Eddie, and suddenly I remembered him giving me visual signs when Master had mentioned about *** the watchman. "This is what he might have wanted to caution me about." I figured. As usual, my tubelight lit a bit late. Actually, too late. In a desperate bid to plead help from Master, I looked at him, making a sorry face, signalling him to save me from this mess. He didn't react. Why would he? Unhonein hi toh mujhe ismein dhakela tha. Sadist! Aur Kochhar sahab ke liye toh jaise koi *** comedy film chal rahi thee. (Private Popsicle, anyone?) He was enjoying the entire drama with an innocent grin on his face. Voyeur kahin ka! Nobody came to my rescue. So, ultimately I looked up at the watchman. He smiled back at me, saying with a blink, "Le lo, darling, poora tumhara hi hai." Kamina! Ek toh saara mood 'jhand' kar ke rakh diya tha, upar se kehta hai, "poora tumhara hi hai." But slaves are not queens. So, I surrendered. After what seemed like a torturous ordeal of around half an hour or so, the guy started stroking his *** with his hand, and eventually came. I ran to the bathroom.
With the "PLAY ON ***" Act of Eddie's STRIP now behind us, it was time to start working on the lunch. The food had already arrived. We just had to do the plating and serve it to the Masters at the dining table. Eddie and me were working in the kitchen. "The person who came to deliver the parcel during your time?" Eddie broke the silence. "Hmmm...." I responded. "He was not a delivery boy. He is actually a young Master belonging to the "Beasties" group." Eddie revealed. "What????" I was taken aback. "Yes." Eddie continued. "I guess, while placing the order, Master might have actually messaged him to come over with the parcel." Suddenly, all the pieces of the jigsaw were falling into their places. "I see. So, Afroz was actually a 'planted' delivery boy, who would refuse to let me *** him, and then Master would offer his generous benevolence in arranging for the watchman to comeover." I said. "But what was that signal you were trying to give me?" I asked. "Arre, stupid, I was shaking my head, asking you not to agree for the watchman. I knew he has a stinking ***. Master had made me blow him once. I had thrown up in the bathroom after *** him." Eddie told me. Ah! So, that was the game. First, getting me involved in an Act in which I was not supposed to be a part of, and Secondly, making me go through such a disgusting ordeal. Maan gaye, Master was brilliantly far sighted.
Thankfully, there were no unpleasant surprises at lunch. As expected, Masters were relishing the pizzas, pastas and tacos ordered from outside, whie me and Eddie were eating Soy curry from the dog bowl. This time also, Master kept us both under his feet. Mr. Kochhar was sitting alone. But even from far, he did not spare me of his nasty comments. "Baby, aap toh aaj already bahut saara cheese khaa chuke ho." He said. "No, Sir, I swear, I didn't eat anything in the kitchen, not even a bite." Not realising the joke, I said. "Oye, *** cheese! Woh toh khaaya ke nahi aapne?" Saying this, he burst out into a loud and lively, very typical, 'Punjabi' laughter. Master also laughed out loud at that. Gosh, why did he have to remind me of that during lunch? Bloody, entire appetite was lost. Still, I decided to continue with my task of eating Soy. Now, I had alredy started eating Soy curry for lunch every day, as per Commandment No. 5, but then, eating it wihout using hands was a bit of a task. Soy pieces were fine, but licking the curry with the tongue was truly dog like. Masters were highly amused watching us eat that way. In between, they would throw a piece or two of the leftover crusty edge, after biting the cheesier, topping filled portion themselves. Me and Eddie would both 'woof' at the bite, and try to have it directly in our mouths from the air. Many pieces would fall down, and to have them, we would fight it out with our heads and noses. Any outsider might feel it disgusting to eat the leftover bites of a person, but for us, it was a super exciting thing to have. The saliva of Master left on the bite of that food, was a nectar for us, sissies. It was an instant energizer. Once, a fellow bottom had told me, that when you eat the leftover food of a person, and drink his ***, you also imbibe the qualities of that person in you. All that might be crap, I don't know. But oh, what a wonderful feeling to have the elements of your Master inside you, inside your veins, inside your chest, inside your womb. Such feelings only a submissive slave can understand. Nobody else can. Besides, such a happy BDSM family we made at the dining table. It was an absolute photo-capture moment.
We were cleaning the lunch plates in the kitchen, when Master came over to us, and spoke to Eddie. "Me and Jeetey are going to be busy in a video conference with the 'Beasties.' I had posted the pics of the "SHUTTERBUGS' ***" in the group, so we are expecting some interesting discussions. The con call might be long. After that, we'll have a siesta. You guys can wash my underwears till then, even Jeetey has an underwear to be washed. And then you can relax a bit. Because, in the evening, we are going to have your "PASSING THE ***." So, be ready for that." Suddenly, Eddie's face fell.
Immediately after Master left the kitchen, Eddie came closer to me and hugged me. Actually, he didn't hug me, but laid his head on my chest, and started weeping.
Eddie: I don't want be able to do it, Rishi. I just won't be able to.
Me: But what?
Eddie continued weeping.
Me: You don't want to go with Mr. Kochhar? You want to stay here? I can talk to Master about it.
Eddie: It's not that.
Me: Then what is it?
Eddie:(Lifting his head from my chest) "PASSING THE ***." I won't be able to do it.
Me: But what is there in it? Can you, atleast, tell me that?
Eddie: It's the most painful ritual of STRIP. Super exciting for the Masters, and the worse nightmare for the outgoing slave.
Me: But what happens in that ritual?
Eddie: Double penetration.
Eddie: Two *** together in the ***, idiot. It's a ritual symbolising the 'passing' of the slave from the Ex Master to the new Master. Just like you have passing the baton in a Relay Race, where one runner hands over the baton to the new runner, in the same way, the Ex Master starts *** your ***, he does it for a while, and then, invites the new Master to join in. The new Master also inserts his *** in the slave's ***, while the Ex Master already has his in the slave's ***. For a good while, both the Masters drill the slave together, after which the Ex Master withdraws his *** and lets the new Master *** the slave. That's called "PASSING THE ***."
Me: Oh! I can underst......(before I could speak further, I let out a chuckle, which got extended into a giggle, and ultimately a nasty grin.)
Eddie was visibly shocked at my behaviour. He kept staring at me. This time, I went closer and gave him a hug.
Me: I'm so sorry, sista, I didn't want to be nasty. But then, "double penetration" is a dream come true for a bottom, isn't it? I mean, just imagine, two two *** throbbing your *** walls at the same time....(And I burst out laughing again.)
Eddie: Haan, haan, hans le, kamini, tere mooh mein toh, vaise bhi ab ghee padne waala hai.
Me: As in?
Eddie: As per the "Beasties" STRIP procedures, the new slave is virtually neutral in this Act. But when the Ex Master withdraws his *** from the slave's ***, he puts it in the new slave's ***, gives him a *** ***, and cums inside him. So, get ready to taste Master's "Ghee" for the first time ever.
Suddenly, a rush of excitement flushed my entire face. Finally, my moment had come.
To be continued...
Till then, your suggestions and comments are welcome!
|Posted On May 8, 2020 - 09:35 AM|
Many apologies for the delay in posting this episode. As you can see, it's a very big episode. I shall, definitely, work on making the rest of the episodes shorter.
Actually, there are still a few adventures left in this episode, but I didn't want to delay the posting of the episode any further, so I have divided "Eddie Ki Bidaai" into two parts. Shall post the next part ASAP.
Thank you for your love, support and encouragement.
|Posted On May 9, 2020 - 06:43 AM|
Great imagination, but I didnt enjoy this bdsm stuff. Not my cup of tea. Will continue reading though.
|Posted On May 12, 2020 - 12:02 PM|
Next part please
|Posted On May 13, 2020 - 06:58 PM|
Semma story i wish I would be in the place of rishi
|Posted On May 14, 2020 - 02:59 AM|
Eagerly waiting for the next part 🤔
|Posted On May 20, 2020 - 05:35 PM|
Next part bro i want to explore how rishi got treated by master
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