29-04-2019, 07:04 PM
Almost six months passed. Just as I was getting used to what seemed like a relatively normal life, Raza dropped a bombshell one day after we had finished our weekly romp in the countryside.
"Dubai? What do you mean Dubai?"
"You know....Dubai....Arab Emirates....Burj Khalifa and all that?" Raza said trying to sound flippant.
"For how long?"
"The contract is for 2 years. If things work out, Nazia and I might end up settling down there."
"Oh....that's nice." I said, feeling a little disappointed.
"You know better than me that there is no future here, memsaab." Even after all these times he had banged me, he still wouldn't call me by my name. Maybe that was my appeal to him - that I was the unattainable memsaab that he had bagged.
"I know." I shrugged. "It just won't be the same with you around."
Raza looked at me and smiled. It's like he could read my mind.
"Are you worried things will go back to the way they used to be?"
"Maybe."
"Don't worry. They won't. I'll spread the word that you are not to be bothered. Even with me not here, the word of Shakoorbhai carries weight in this town. If you ever need help, just contact him and mention my name."
And just like that, as unexpectedly and rapidly Raza had come into my life and turned it upside down, he left.
After Raza left, the inertial effect of his influence continued for a few days. I still was largely left alone by men in the town. Oddly enough though, with Raza not there to satisfy my carnal needs and my husband still immersed in work, I actually started missing the attention. I started masturbating a lot more frequently, often 7-8 times a day as I thought, not about Raza, but all those times I had been dominated and humiliated.
I guess eventually word go around that Raza had left town for good. Because once as I was walking back from the grocery store and passed the tea stall, I heard a whistle. Such an unfamiliar sound! I turned around, a little surprised and also pleased.
"Felling lonely, memsaab?" one of the guys said.
I half-smiled and started walking towards home. I wondered if they might follow me. I wondered if I wanted them to follow me. But they didn't. Even though that small comment was inconsequential, it signaled a shift in the scene. I knew that there general buzz around the scene would be that it's open season on Sheetal again.
Raza had promised me that the "word of Shakoorbhai" would somehow protect me. But I had never even met the guy. So my faith in his abilities was really more of faith than anything else. As far as I knew, Raza had been the only factor keeping the wolves at bay. And now that he was in faraway Dubai, it was just a matter of time before one of them starting circling me.
"Dubai? What do you mean Dubai?"
"You know....Dubai....Arab Emirates....Burj Khalifa and all that?" Raza said trying to sound flippant.
"For how long?"
"The contract is for 2 years. If things work out, Nazia and I might end up settling down there."
"Oh....that's nice." I said, feeling a little disappointed.
"You know better than me that there is no future here, memsaab." Even after all these times he had banged me, he still wouldn't call me by my name. Maybe that was my appeal to him - that I was the unattainable memsaab that he had bagged.
"I know." I shrugged. "It just won't be the same with you around."
Raza looked at me and smiled. It's like he could read my mind.
"Are you worried things will go back to the way they used to be?"
"Maybe."
"Don't worry. They won't. I'll spread the word that you are not to be bothered. Even with me not here, the word of Shakoorbhai carries weight in this town. If you ever need help, just contact him and mention my name."
And just like that, as unexpectedly and rapidly Raza had come into my life and turned it upside down, he left.
After Raza left, the inertial effect of his influence continued for a few days. I still was largely left alone by men in the town. Oddly enough though, with Raza not there to satisfy my carnal needs and my husband still immersed in work, I actually started missing the attention. I started masturbating a lot more frequently, often 7-8 times a day as I thought, not about Raza, but all those times I had been dominated and humiliated.
I guess eventually word go around that Raza had left town for good. Because once as I was walking back from the grocery store and passed the tea stall, I heard a whistle. Such an unfamiliar sound! I turned around, a little surprised and also pleased.
"Felling lonely, memsaab?" one of the guys said.
I half-smiled and started walking towards home. I wondered if they might follow me. I wondered if I wanted them to follow me. But they didn't. Even though that small comment was inconsequential, it signaled a shift in the scene. I knew that there general buzz around the scene would be that it's open season on Sheetal again.
Raza had promised me that the "word of Shakoorbhai" would somehow protect me. But I had never even met the guy. So my faith in his abilities was really more of faith than anything else. As far as I knew, Raza had been the only factor keeping the wolves at bay. And now that he was in faraway Dubai, it was just a matter of time before one of them starting circling me.
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