I am a married woman of middle age now. My husband and I have been enjoying an alternate lifestyle for the past few years. We occasionally swap with couples and threesomes (MFM) with single guys. Sometimes cuckolding with strong bulls, as well as occasional one-night stands with some strangers.
Sometimes, I provide paid service to some single guys and strangers. We started all these activities when I was 30. I had given my paid service to some-star hotels when I was below 33. I heard about BDSM when I was 35. I also read a book on the subject to know what BDSM is.
I got a vague idea of BDSM. I developed a desire to experience it. I started searching for a good BDSM master who would teach me and tame me. I came in contact with many masters online. But I rejected every one of them after chatting and knowing about what they wanted to do with me.
My search continued. After two years of serious search, when I was 37, I got a BDSM master. Mr Kishan is a north-Indian guy working for one MNC in Bangalore. After a lot of chatting and telephone discussion, I accepted him as my BDSM Master.
I decided to submit my body, mind and soul to him in BDSM sessions. My husband is a very broad-minded man. Hence, I was confident that my hubby would allow me to submit to my master Kishan. I knew that in BDSM, the master may fuck the slave.
It was alright for me as I was already into such activities. My hubby had invited a few of his friends to fuck me in front of him. My hubby enjoyed the session by watching the friend’s dick enter my pussy. Hubby loves to watch and enjoy when I swallow the cum of another guy in cuckolding.
Yes, he is a cuckold, and I am a whore. So, I was mentally ready for everything in BDSM. I got an invitation from Mr Kishan to meet him on a weekend for a preliminary discussion about BDSM. I met him in a Coffee Day outlet, and it was our first meeting.
We discussed a lot about BDSM for two hours over a cup of coffee. Kishan told me about the darker side of the game in detail. He gave me one printed form in which a lot of things were printed. I had to tick those items for which I was ready, amounting to my consent.
I knew the meaning of a few words, such as spanking, slapping, whipping, bondage, and blindfold, and I ticked them. I asked about the meaning of some other words like gagging, golden shower, scat play, hot wax, etc. Kishan told its meaning. Then, I decided whether to tick or not.
However, I ticked a few other items, the meaning of which I did not know. But I ticked very casually without bothering to know the meaning. Body worship, rimming, clipping, and needle were a few such words I ticked very casually, without knowing the meaning.
Kishan verified all the ticks and told me to visit him the next day to start the session. He further told me the conditions.
(1) Pussy should be clean shaved. Not even a single hair is there.
(2) I should go there wearing a Western dress like a skirt, half skirt, or midi. But definitely not saree or chudidar.
(3) I should wear high-heeled slippers.
(4) I should address him as Boss or Master only during the session.
(5) Carry one extra set of dresses to wear after the BDSM, if found necessary.
He was likely to tear off my clothes or make them dirty during BDSM. He specifically asked me about my consent for fucking, and I gave my consent. Then he said, “Be prepared for getting shots in all 3 holes.” I was ready for pussy fucking and mouth fucking.
But I was scared about ass fucking as I had no experience. Anyway, I took courage and gave my consent. He further told me that after the session starts, I must obey him till the end of the session. There will be severe punishments for disobedience, however silly it might be.
Then Kishan told me to go home and come again the very next day at 10 am with a firm mind for BDSM. I returned home. I was overwhelmed to experience my first BDSM the very next day. I went to a ready-made garments shop and bought new clothes for me to wear while going for BDSM.
I bought new lingerie, a new midi, new high-heeled slippers etc. At night, I could not sleep properly. I was overwhelmed by fantasizing about the next day’s session. Early in the morning, at 8 am, I went to a parlour and got my facials and eyebrows done. I also got my pussy clean shaved in the parlour.
Pussy shaving in that parlour was a routine thing for me. I was going there regularly once a month. I was not only a shameless girl but getting excited every time I removed my panties and widened my legs apart for shaving.
Not only the one parlour girl but a few others were also looking at my pussy. It was alright for me. I was a shameless beast.
I hired a cab and reached Kishan’s house, located a little away from the city. Got down from the cab at 10 am sharp, paid the cab bill, and pressed the calling bell. The clock showed 10.02 am.
Kishan opened the door and welcomed me but immediately passed a remark. I was late by 2 minutes for which there will be a punishment.
He asked me, “Are you ready for the first session?”
“Yes, boss. I am ready.”
“Till this moment, we are friends. Now onwards, I am the boss, and you are the slave.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Your entire body now belongs to me. I am free to use it as I want.”
“Yes, Boss. Use this slave according to your desire.”
“Is this your new dress?”
“Yes, boss.”
“It suits you well. Good selection.”
“Thank you, boss.”
“Now you remove the midi and keep it aside.”
I obeyed him. I stood before in just a pink lingerie, a set of transparent bra and a g-string.
“You look very beautiful in lingerie. This pink lingerie suits you well. The g-string is good enough to make everyone’s penis hard. The transparent lingerie reveals everything inside. I can see your nipples and also the pussy lips through the lingerie. You look very sexy. You are hot. You have lust-filled eyes.”
“Thank you, boss.”
“What is your boob size?”
“36.”
“Don’t tell lies. If you tell a lie, you will get punishment.”
“Yes, boss. It is 36.”
“Oho. Now, I will measure. Remove your bra.”
I removed the bra.
“Throw it away. It is not required.”
I threw the bra, and it fell in the bathroom. The boss brought a tape and held it against my boobs. It was 36. He wanted to prove that I had told a lie. He held the tape very tight so that the measurement showed a little less than 36, maybe 35.5.
He said, “See. It is less than 36. You get punished.”
“OK, boss.”
He pressed my boobs and played for 2 minutes and asked, “How is it?”
“Very nice boss.”
He slapped the boobs and asked, “How is it?”
“Very exciting, boss.”
“Now remove your g-string and throw it out through the window.”
I removed my g-string and threw it out. I did not get it back after the BDSM as the wind blew it away. I returned home without wearing panties or a g-string. With the midi, I found it difficult to cover my bottom.
The boss saw my pussy and said, “Your card is beautiful. The card should be played well. When did you shave?”
“Today morning, boss.”
“Who shaved?”
“The parlour girl.”
“Oh. She has not done it properly. One hair is there on the left side below near the ass hole.”
I kept mum.
“I had told you that pussy should not have any hair. You have not obeyed. You will get punished.”
“OK, boss.”
“Apart from your husband, how many have seen your pussy?”
I counted the people who had fucked me in the recent past and said, “Nine.”
“Who are they?”
I told the names of nine guys who had fucked me. Actually, many more had fucked me as I was escorting at a young age. I don’t have the count.
“Your answer is wrong. When you were born 37 years ago, the maternity doctor and nurse had seen your pussy. And when you delivered a baby 9 years ago, then also the doctor and nurse had seen.”
“Yes, boss.”
“So you agree that your answer was wrong. You get punished.”
“OK, boss.”
“How many have fucked your pussy?”
“ Husband + 9 others.”
“What? 9 others? Are you a prostitute?”
“No, boss.”
“Your face and eyesight look like a randi. Face reading reveals you as a prostitute.”
I got confused. I was an escort at a young age, and this boss did not know it. But my body language was telling me that I was. Thoughts flashed in my mind: did the boss come to know?
“When so many have fucked your pussy and filled it with their semen, you are evidently a prostitute. You are a randi. You admit it. Say Yes.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“What, YES.”
“Yes I am a prostitute. I am a randi.”
“Which language do you speak at home?”
“Kannada.”
‘What is the Kannada word for prostitute?”
“SOOLE.”
“Good. You are a SOOLE. Are you?”
“Yes, Boss. I am a SOOLE.”
“You get punished for the wrong answer and also for prostitution.”
“OK, boss.”
“You are a 3rd class street prostitute. Public whore. Dirty bitch. Mumbai mein Kamatipura jao, randi.”
“Yes, boss.”
Boss later on told me after the session that by my face reading, he had assessed I was a prostitute at a young age. Then I admitted and told him that I was. I narrated to him my story of going to star hotels as an escort girl at a young age.
“Now, total, how many punishments?”
“Five.”
“Your answer is wrong. It should be Six. One for coming late, one for not shaving properly. One for the wrong answer about boob size, one for the wrong answer about how many had seen your pussy, one for telling a lie that you are not a prostitute, one for doing prostitution. Total 6. Now add one more for this wrong answer regarding the number of punishments. Total 7. OK?
“OK, boss.”
“Now you will get 7 different punishments. You kneel.”
I obeyed. He slapped my face several times, scolding me as a 3rd class street prostitute. Next, he told me to raise my hips for spanking. I raised them, and he started spanking and abusing me as a street prostitute. The spanking continued for 10 minutes till both my hips turned red, and I started crying.
Next was the 3rd punishment. He took a whip and whipped me all over the body. While whipping my boobs, he said that boobs are punished for the wrong measurements. While whipping my pussy he said it was for not shaving properly. While whipping my legs and thighs, he said it was late coming.
The 4th punishment was blindfolding and deep-throat fucking. He said it was for doing prostitution. I was suffocating when his 8-inch cock was choking my throat. For the 5th punishment, he fixed a collar belt and leash and told me to walk like a dog.
He took me to his backyard and told me to lift one leg and pee like a dog. He said this punishment was for telling lies. I disobeyed and got beaten hard till I pissed. He remarked, “You are a tough slave. You need hard punishments. In the next session, you will get it.”
For the 6th punishment, he ordered me to lick his entire body, starting from his feet. He explained that it is called body worship, and I had licked it. After licking his hips, I moved to his back. Then he ordered me to lick his ass hole. I refused.
Then he said, “In the printed form, you had ticked as yes for rimming. Rimming means ass-licking. Now you do it.”
I did not know the meaning of rimming. So unintentionally, I had ticked it. Now, he forced me to lick. First, I refused and got whipped. When I refused to do ass licking, he threatened by saying, “Now I am telling you to lick my clean ass hole. If you do not obey, I will do shit and tell you to lick.”
Then helplessly, I licked his ass hole. He shouted at me to put the tongue inside. I was afraid, and I tried to push my tongue inside the ass hole. It was the first experience for me in my life. However, I learnt the art of ass-licking. Now, I do it with whoever I meet for fun and sex.
For the 7th punishment, he told me to kneel, close my eyes and open my mouth. I did it. Then he started pissing in his mouth. He ordered me to drink it without spitting even a single drop and said that this punishment was for telling lies.
“By telling lies, your tongue has become impure. Now wash it with my urine and drink to purify your tongue.”
Pee drinking was OK for me as I had done it previously with other partners. But some quantity spilt over, and he took a cane to beat me. He shouted at me to clean the floor with my new cloth midi. Unwillingly, I obeyed him.
Then, he declared that the first session was over. It took about 2 hours. He said that the next session will be more interesting. I hired a cab and returned home with pain in my body and a lot of red marks on my whole body. I didn’t know whether I would go for a second session or not.
After a week, all my pain vanished. I was feeling excited to recollect the first session. I went for the second session after a month. This time, he took 4 hours. Not only did he repeat all the tortures of the previous session, but he added some more.
Like bondage, caning, fucking in pussy, mouth and ass, kicking on the floor with his bootleg, tearing my clothes and using them to clean his ass like toilet paper.
In the third session, he added a few more harsh tortures like (1) after shitting, cleaning the ass with toilet paper and rubbing it on my face. (2) Inserting a carrot in my ass and then telling me to eat it. He not only abused me as a prostitute but also called two others to fuck me during BDSM.
He leashed me like a dog, took me to the back yard and made me eat like a dog from the ground. Those sessions lasted for more than 8 hours or a full night, by repeating all types of torture. And by adding one or two new features in each session.
He added a needle in the 5th session and hot wax in the 6th session, even though I had not consented. Needle means piercing my boobs and pussy lips with injection needles. Hot wax means holding a burning candle above my body and allowing hot drops to fall on my sensitive parts.
I could not bear these pains. But I was helpless as I was tied with rope. I cried like anything. When I cried, he was dropping more hot wax, abusing me as a prostitute, and saying, “You suffer for the sins you did as a prostitute.”
Another senior lady had completed 10 sessions with him. She said that torture will go on increasing from one session to another. He was doing it in a structured manner. She said that in her 8th session, he crushed green chilli on her pussy and ass.
I asked how it was. She said she did not feel anything in the beginning. But after some 10-15 minutes, it started burning in pussy and ass. It was horrible. She further said that for some other slaves the boss applied red chili powder. I have completed 7 sessions till now.
I have yet to decide whether to stop at 7 or go for the next sessions to experience many more things. But I am so addicted to BDSM that I don’t mind some more sessions and chilli treatment. I want to submit to my boss and obey whatever he says as part of the game.
I have narrated my own experience of BDSM here. Kindly read and give your feedback by email to support@kissewasnaake.com.
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