02-01-2019, 12:01 PM
Kajol
Slowly she walked past the staff quarters peering at the nameplates. The professor quarters were at the end row beyond which the barbed wire perimeter of the university campus ran, separated from the road on the other side where a sparse traffic ran. Eventually, she came to halt. It was the quarter at the extreme end and on whose gates, affixed was an old name plate of Prof Bharadwaj. The metal gate creaked open somewhat noisily letting her into a large compound, which was largely untidy. She threw a glance around and could recognize a guava tree and a mango tree. Odd thickets of rose bushes lay here and there. Dry leaves littered the scene. It was a typical university quarter for the academic staff – designed to be secluded and quiet – as was the case all over the world.
She sucked in the air sharply filling her lungs and tried to settle the quiver of excitement coursing through. This was it, definitely it and there was no turning back. Taking another deep breath, she stepped up the verandah and pressed the calling bell. A moment later, the doors were laid open and a large swarthy man with a vacant expression on his face came out. He parted the curtains as she stepped in.
She stood in the center of the drawing room and surveyed the scene around. Sofas and center table laid out in orderly manner with newspaper and magazines on the center table. The windows at both sides facing the courtyard were covered with half curtains which fluttered in the mild breeze. A worn out rug covered the floor. She cast a look at the walls, noted the décor. Suddenly the air around her started to feel heavy, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped several degrees and she felt a chill down her spine. The house seemed to be beckoning her, as if drawing her to a destiny; her destiny, one whose choice she herself had made and there was to be no backing away …
As if of a past life. she remembered confronting the junior lecturer, alone in the corridors, telling her that she knew her secrets and prevailing over her protests that indeed she had been witness to the scene where the latter had worshipped the Goddess’s feet. To the latter’s panicked face, she had whispered assurances that the secret was indeed safe with her only if it would be their secret together, only that she had to obtain permission from the Goddess that she would be willing to include Kajol in as well. The wait was over a week, every one day a torture in suspense for her until, yesterday when it had been conveyed to her that she should come today, a day when the professor was out to attend a conference.
The curtain at the inner door parted and out stepped Mrs. Bharadwaj, the Goddess. She walked over to the sofa and sat down without a word. Kajol searched her face for a sigm but drew a blank. Her face was a mask. Deliberately did the Goddess crook a finger at her, beckoning her nearer and Kajol stepped forward.
“You sure you want this?, the Goddess whispered.
Words failed Kajol. It seemed as if the world around had burst into sunlight and laughter and a band was starting to play somewhere in the distance. She didn’t trust her voice. Her eyes welled over. There was a sudden weakness in her knees and she couldn’t trust herself to be able to stand any longer. She shot a look of gratitude and bobbed her head a couple of times. It had too much an effort to stand in her presence. She dropped down to her haunches, her face near downcast near her nose touching the other’s knee.
“Very well then”, the Goddess said and bending ahead cupped her chin. Her gaze bored into Kajal’s. “Remember, there are no safe words and no limits.”
Dumbly, Kajol nodded bobbed. She took the hand that held her face and kissed it.
“Look at me”, came the command.
Slowly she raised her head and gazed at her face.
The Goddess was smiling, the taut cheek muscles widening out. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a small laughter coming out. Kajol smiled back in reply and she couldn’t restrain herself and a college girlish giggle escaped her.
“Very well, very well…” The Goddess threw back her head and dissolved into sweet peals of laughter. Daintily she raised Kajol to her feet and went around her. She embraced her from behind and Kajol’s entire being was suffused with joy, a pleasure she had never known before. She laid back her head against her mistress’s cheek and inhaled the fragrance from her hair.
Nimble fingers undid the sweater buttons and slid it off her shoulders. It was tossed on the sofa. She felt the other’s hands traveling towards her waist and center on the belt buckle. A tug and the clasp came undone. ‘Shshshshshshshshshsh … ‘ the belt was pulled away leaving her high in anticipation. Another tug and the belt had come off completely. Sure fingers sought out the center button of her jeans and skillfully freed it from the buttonhole. Then they were laughing together. She heard the soft purr of the zipper being pulled down. She tried to commit to memory the exquisite touch of the palms entering the sides of her panties, the ice cold touch sending a fresh set of tremors up her spine. As the tight elastic bands and the scrunched down jeans descended to her ankles, she became acutely conscious of the mild currents of air circulating about her buttocks, her thighs, her pussy and the thatch covering it. She quivered in excitement as the mistress sat down behind and completely removed her legs from the confines of the clothes.
Clad in only her t-shirt, Kajol felt free, something she hadn’t experienced since a long time. She had become a pure being and clothes were an unnecessary burden of civilization. Deliberately she turned around, facing the mistress and took her hands, the hands that had freed her. Then the two started going round and round, and the small air current swirling about her pussy, sending tiny electric currents shooting through and then the inevitable flow from within while they still played the merry go around. Soon she started getting slightly dizzy from the excitement of the game and a flush started to rise up coloring her cheeks. “Ah! Mam, …”, she could control no longer and fell at the mistress’s feet, pecking her, plastering her sandals with small kisses.
It was then that the kick came, when she had least expected and it caught her flat against her nose. She flew back at the impact, landing backwards at an angle with her arms at her side and legs wide open. She watched the Goddess step over towards her and place her sandals on her chest, pinning her down. The foot traced its way down over the t-shirt coming to rest over her exposed belly button. Kajol forced a wan smile to her face and the Goddess smiled back in return. At the same moment, she felt the foot pressing down heavily, pushing down her stomach and a surge of excruciating pain shot through and she shrieked involuntarily. The foot raised up, affording a moment of relief before it came down again heavily, time and again, flooding her inside with more pain each time than she had ever known in her lifetime. The breath had left her and she watched mutely as her body took the severe punishment. There was no respite and she tossed her head from side to side in rhythm with the waves of pain coming through each stroke. She found her face wet and realized that it was due to the tears. Her eyes were streaming.
Then it all stopped. Her chest heaving at the effort to contain the pain, she watched mutely as the Goddess was smiling serenely above. She kept on looking at the beautiful face looking down and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. A gentle languor was enveloping her and she kept floating in that mist, in that twilight region between pain and pleasure and it was indeed pleasure which was rising gradually but steadily. Then only she began to realize that the mistress’s sandal had traveled further south, gently trying to part the opening of her pussy. She was stunned. The foot had found its mark and was just touching the love button.
A violent tremor coursed through her entire being as the tip of the sandal pressed the clit. She took one look at the face calmly staring back at her and felt the inevitable climb up the pleasure curve as the foot expertly massaged the region below. Gushes of love juice started flowing out, all beyond her control, of which she wanted none for she had given in fully and totally to the mistress. Gently, the sandal had opened up her insides and she cared for nothing in the world as the shudder of the first wave of orgasm hit her. Her legs started thrashing about as she got caught in the throes of orgasm.
“Ahhhhh, maaaaaaaaaa, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam”, she gasped as she writhed uncontrollably on the floor, not caring for the juices that were gushing out onto the floor, nor for the rivulets of saliva that oozed out from the side of her mouth, totally oblivious to the entire surrounding, to the whole world … Yet the torture continued, that exquisite agony, raising her to a peak of pleasure or agony – she now cared not. The goddess was now toying with her, slowing down the tempo and suddenly increasing it, then stopping it and she would gasp for breath and plead for more, “Please mam, don’t stop, please, please ….” she would keep on begging till the next phase began.
Kajol didn’t know how long it had lasted but finally the Goddess relented had walked to the sofa and sat down. She lay on the ground dreaming of floating among the clouds. A draft of the cold afternoon breeze made the goose bumps come out and she realized that the t-shirt that she wore was soaking wet in her perspiration. Faintly the musky odor of her sex wafted up. She tried to utter a word of thanks but croaked instead. Her throat was absolutely dry. After what seemed like an hour, she managed to pick herself up from the floor and gestured that she needed water.
“Walk to the kitchen, pussy”, the mistress whispered softly, “and gets a bottle out of the fridge.”
She stood up and headed to the inside rooms of the unfamiliar house caring not a whit that she was wearing nothing below waist. Purposefully she strode to the kitchen and entered inside. That country man of swarthy appearance, obviously the servant of the house, whom she had met at the door was at the counter peeling off vegetables. He turned at her approach and Kajol became aware of his eyes boring through her nakedness. For some unknown reason, she felt a thrill of excitement. She let out a smile and headed to the refrigerator and opened it. Taking out a water bottle, she unscrewed the cap and put it straight to her mouth. The first gulp of cold water revived her and she turned towards the man still staring at her. She smiled more broadly now at his dour expression and again lifted up the bottle. Facing him in her nakedness, she emptied the bottle completely. She felt free, completely liberated and reveled in the new sensation.
“Babyji, I will get the tea”, the lout opened his mouth at last indicating towards the kettle on the burner.
She nodded and walked back to the drawing room and without being told sat down on the floor near the mistress’s feet. The servant appeared with a single cup. She watched as the Goddess started sipping it. Half way through, she emptied the reminder into the saucer and placed it on the floor. With her foot she pushed it towards her.
“Drink pussy drink and mind you no hands.”
She lowered her face towards the saucer and stuck her tongue out. The tea was moderately hot and she began to slurp. The liquid ran down her chin and spilled to the ground, but no matter, the mistress had said no hands and that meant that she couldn’t use them. After she was done, she gave the rims a good licking and for good measure nuzzled her nose near the Goddess feet and stole a lick.
Cupping her chin, the Goddess raised her up to her and put her flat against her lap. As if she knew what was coming, she put her head face down against the seat of the sofa. She was aware that her shapely bums were now sticking out directly under her mistress’s eyes. Soft fingers started massaging her behind in round and round and she let out a deep breath. Gently, her legs were parted and the hand coursed through to home in directly on her pussy. A finger probed her slit.
“Ah!”, she sighed deeply. The game was on again.
Her pussy started flooding once again. The expert fingers had found the opening and gone straight to her clit. She pushed down to get the contact again and felt the pleasure waves lurking near. But then the finger had stopped and she wondered why. Before she could think of anything, she had convulsed up in pure pain. “Yechh”, she sobbed as she felt the steel ruler striking her once again. Again and again, the ruler came down drowning her in total pain and her eyes started streaming again at the unexpected assault. The strikes were coming in a methodical manner, systematically covering each part of her exposed buttock. She couldn’t remember when she had taken any punishment like this. With each smack, she felt as if she had reached the limit and couldn’t go on any further.
“Please stop mam, pleae stop”, she let out a low howl as the next blow landed. To her horror she remembered that she had agreed to have this all and also the ominous words of the mistress that there would be no safe word. She whimpered and put her face down.
Then she became aware of the excitement at her pussy for the Goddess had started to work on her pussy with her other hand. Gently her clit was being massaged and for the umpteenth time of the day, the familiar flow of her love juices had started commencing once again. The pleasure valley had once again opened up and she started climbing up the curve. The steel ruler came down again from the top, this time particularly hard and she bucked up in pain. Simultaneously she felt the finger inside her press on her clit and a fierce orgasm started building up. Another hard strike from the ruler and again the finger pressing her clit. She was totally swept away between these alternate strikes, not knowing which was the pleasure and which the agony. ‘But it didn’t matter’, she told herself, ‘it was all ecstasy’. Dutifully she raised her bums to receive the next blow and collapsed her clit on the mistress’s fingers. And she continued till a massive orgasm tore through convulsing her entire body in an explosion of pure pleasure. She collapsed under the impact. And the mistress stopped her hand.
The Goddess had got up soon after and gone inside while she lay like a limp rag on the sofa. A little later the man arrived with a carafe of water and withdrew after placing it beside her. By now her breath had been sufficiently restored to normal for her to reach out for the jug. She drank directly from the jug and was surprised to find that she had almost emptied the whole of it. Sitting back on the sofa, she became acutely conscious of the buttocks which were on fire after all that punishment. She squirmed in her seat to find a suitable posture but to no avail. The mistress had done a perfect job. She looked down at her naked legs and found dried up cunt juice all over. That made her itchy and she got up and picked up the jeans and her panty from the floor.
“Leave those”, came the soft whisper as the curtains parted and out stepped the Goddess again. “I want to taste that bengali fish curry again. Let me see how good my pet is at pleasing me today.” Her eyes were level against hers.
Kajol smiled brightly at her words and dropped the clothes. It didn’t matter if her legs were gooey or her pussy was itchy. She marched straight into the kitchen and directly to the counter, where the man had laid out sliced fish. She took those to the sink for a good wash fully aware that she was presenting a close view of her reddened buttocks to the man.
‘He has seen my red ass, white cunt and black hair – and I don’t give a shit’, she said emphatically to herself as she started getting busy cooking the fish.
An hour later, she watched the mistress having her lunch while she stood besides her - still naked down below and feeling sweaty and itchy from all that efforts of the kitchen. Also she was beginning to grow conscious of the pressure in her bladder and remembered all the water that she had downed. But she couldn’t open her mouth, at least not till the mistress had finished.
She was near bursting point when the mistress turned back to her from the wash basin. Feverishly, she showed her little finger, desperate that she won’t be able to hold any longer.
“Go to the courtyard”, the Goddess commanded and she made a dash out.
The moment she stepped out, she became aware that she had stepped out virtually into the open for it was fenced with barbed wires only. A scatter of papaya and guava trees amidst the dried up leaves on the ground afforded little cover from the road on the other side which lay just a hundred yards ahead. She stood in a clearing and started soouting for a spot.
“There itself”, came the whispered command from inside the house. “And do it standing.”
She couldn’t remember when she had done it standing, if at all except maybe in the far off childhood days. But nothing mattered now that the Goddess had spoken. She parted her legs a little and let the pressure take over.
The sheer force of the golden brown liquid issuing from her surprised her. She looked at the parabola traced out by the piss stream as it shone brightly in the afternoon sun. Immediately she felt the pressure coming down and it was such a god damned relief. As she looked on as the stream landed a good six feet away, she felt elation. “This is how the boys do it – and it is so much fun.”
There was a rustle of leaves from one side and she turned her face in that direction. Nestled among the leaves of a bush, she could see the face of a woman who looked like a rag picker. She panicked and the piss stopped to dribble down her legs. Then she turned towards her, showing her teeth and starting to piss in her direction. The woman let out a howl of horror and fled away.
Kajol threw back her head and laughed. She had achieved full release.
Slowly she walked past the staff quarters peering at the nameplates. The professor quarters were at the end row beyond which the barbed wire perimeter of the university campus ran, separated from the road on the other side where a sparse traffic ran. Eventually, she came to halt. It was the quarter at the extreme end and on whose gates, affixed was an old name plate of Prof Bharadwaj. The metal gate creaked open somewhat noisily letting her into a large compound, which was largely untidy. She threw a glance around and could recognize a guava tree and a mango tree. Odd thickets of rose bushes lay here and there. Dry leaves littered the scene. It was a typical university quarter for the academic staff – designed to be secluded and quiet – as was the case all over the world.
She sucked in the air sharply filling her lungs and tried to settle the quiver of excitement coursing through. This was it, definitely it and there was no turning back. Taking another deep breath, she stepped up the verandah and pressed the calling bell. A moment later, the doors were laid open and a large swarthy man with a vacant expression on his face came out. He parted the curtains as she stepped in.
She stood in the center of the drawing room and surveyed the scene around. Sofas and center table laid out in orderly manner with newspaper and magazines on the center table. The windows at both sides facing the courtyard were covered with half curtains which fluttered in the mild breeze. A worn out rug covered the floor. She cast a look at the walls, noted the décor. Suddenly the air around her started to feel heavy, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped several degrees and she felt a chill down her spine. The house seemed to be beckoning her, as if drawing her to a destiny; her destiny, one whose choice she herself had made and there was to be no backing away …
As if of a past life. she remembered confronting the junior lecturer, alone in the corridors, telling her that she knew her secrets and prevailing over her protests that indeed she had been witness to the scene where the latter had worshipped the Goddess’s feet. To the latter’s panicked face, she had whispered assurances that the secret was indeed safe with her only if it would be their secret together, only that she had to obtain permission from the Goddess that she would be willing to include Kajol in as well. The wait was over a week, every one day a torture in suspense for her until, yesterday when it had been conveyed to her that she should come today, a day when the professor was out to attend a conference.
The curtain at the inner door parted and out stepped Mrs. Bharadwaj, the Goddess. She walked over to the sofa and sat down without a word. Kajol searched her face for a sigm but drew a blank. Her face was a mask. Deliberately did the Goddess crook a finger at her, beckoning her nearer and Kajol stepped forward.
“You sure you want this?, the Goddess whispered.
Words failed Kajol. It seemed as if the world around had burst into sunlight and laughter and a band was starting to play somewhere in the distance. She didn’t trust her voice. Her eyes welled over. There was a sudden weakness in her knees and she couldn’t trust herself to be able to stand any longer. She shot a look of gratitude and bobbed her head a couple of times. It had too much an effort to stand in her presence. She dropped down to her haunches, her face near downcast near her nose touching the other’s knee.
“Very well then”, the Goddess said and bending ahead cupped her chin. Her gaze bored into Kajal’s. “Remember, there are no safe words and no limits.”
Dumbly, Kajol nodded bobbed. She took the hand that held her face and kissed it.
“Look at me”, came the command.
Slowly she raised her head and gazed at her face.
The Goddess was smiling, the taut cheek muscles widening out. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a small laughter coming out. Kajol smiled back in reply and she couldn’t restrain herself and a college girlish giggle escaped her.
“Very well, very well…” The Goddess threw back her head and dissolved into sweet peals of laughter. Daintily she raised Kajol to her feet and went around her. She embraced her from behind and Kajol’s entire being was suffused with joy, a pleasure she had never known before. She laid back her head against her mistress’s cheek and inhaled the fragrance from her hair.
Nimble fingers undid the sweater buttons and slid it off her shoulders. It was tossed on the sofa. She felt the other’s hands traveling towards her waist and center on the belt buckle. A tug and the clasp came undone. ‘Shshshshshshshshshsh … ‘ the belt was pulled away leaving her high in anticipation. Another tug and the belt had come off completely. Sure fingers sought out the center button of her jeans and skillfully freed it from the buttonhole. Then they were laughing together. She heard the soft purr of the zipper being pulled down. She tried to commit to memory the exquisite touch of the palms entering the sides of her panties, the ice cold touch sending a fresh set of tremors up her spine. As the tight elastic bands and the scrunched down jeans descended to her ankles, she became acutely conscious of the mild currents of air circulating about her buttocks, her thighs, her pussy and the thatch covering it. She quivered in excitement as the mistress sat down behind and completely removed her legs from the confines of the clothes.
Clad in only her t-shirt, Kajol felt free, something she hadn’t experienced since a long time. She had become a pure being and clothes were an unnecessary burden of civilization. Deliberately she turned around, facing the mistress and took her hands, the hands that had freed her. Then the two started going round and round, and the small air current swirling about her pussy, sending tiny electric currents shooting through and then the inevitable flow from within while they still played the merry go around. Soon she started getting slightly dizzy from the excitement of the game and a flush started to rise up coloring her cheeks. “Ah! Mam, …”, she could control no longer and fell at the mistress’s feet, pecking her, plastering her sandals with small kisses.
It was then that the kick came, when she had least expected and it caught her flat against her nose. She flew back at the impact, landing backwards at an angle with her arms at her side and legs wide open. She watched the Goddess step over towards her and place her sandals on her chest, pinning her down. The foot traced its way down over the t-shirt coming to rest over her exposed belly button. Kajol forced a wan smile to her face and the Goddess smiled back in return. At the same moment, she felt the foot pressing down heavily, pushing down her stomach and a surge of excruciating pain shot through and she shrieked involuntarily. The foot raised up, affording a moment of relief before it came down again heavily, time and again, flooding her inside with more pain each time than she had ever known in her lifetime. The breath had left her and she watched mutely as her body took the severe punishment. There was no respite and she tossed her head from side to side in rhythm with the waves of pain coming through each stroke. She found her face wet and realized that it was due to the tears. Her eyes were streaming.
Then it all stopped. Her chest heaving at the effort to contain the pain, she watched mutely as the Goddess was smiling serenely above. She kept on looking at the beautiful face looking down and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. A gentle languor was enveloping her and she kept floating in that mist, in that twilight region between pain and pleasure and it was indeed pleasure which was rising gradually but steadily. Then only she began to realize that the mistress’s sandal had traveled further south, gently trying to part the opening of her pussy. She was stunned. The foot had found its mark and was just touching the love button.
A violent tremor coursed through her entire being as the tip of the sandal pressed the clit. She took one look at the face calmly staring back at her and felt the inevitable climb up the pleasure curve as the foot expertly massaged the region below. Gushes of love juice started flowing out, all beyond her control, of which she wanted none for she had given in fully and totally to the mistress. Gently, the sandal had opened up her insides and she cared for nothing in the world as the shudder of the first wave of orgasm hit her. Her legs started thrashing about as she got caught in the throes of orgasm.
“Ahhhhh, maaaaaaaaaa, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam”, she gasped as she writhed uncontrollably on the floor, not caring for the juices that were gushing out onto the floor, nor for the rivulets of saliva that oozed out from the side of her mouth, totally oblivious to the entire surrounding, to the whole world … Yet the torture continued, that exquisite agony, raising her to a peak of pleasure or agony – she now cared not. The goddess was now toying with her, slowing down the tempo and suddenly increasing it, then stopping it and she would gasp for breath and plead for more, “Please mam, don’t stop, please, please ….” she would keep on begging till the next phase began.
Kajol didn’t know how long it had lasted but finally the Goddess relented had walked to the sofa and sat down. She lay on the ground dreaming of floating among the clouds. A draft of the cold afternoon breeze made the goose bumps come out and she realized that the t-shirt that she wore was soaking wet in her perspiration. Faintly the musky odor of her sex wafted up. She tried to utter a word of thanks but croaked instead. Her throat was absolutely dry. After what seemed like an hour, she managed to pick herself up from the floor and gestured that she needed water.
“Walk to the kitchen, pussy”, the mistress whispered softly, “and gets a bottle out of the fridge.”
She stood up and headed to the inside rooms of the unfamiliar house caring not a whit that she was wearing nothing below waist. Purposefully she strode to the kitchen and entered inside. That country man of swarthy appearance, obviously the servant of the house, whom she had met at the door was at the counter peeling off vegetables. He turned at her approach and Kajol became aware of his eyes boring through her nakedness. For some unknown reason, she felt a thrill of excitement. She let out a smile and headed to the refrigerator and opened it. Taking out a water bottle, she unscrewed the cap and put it straight to her mouth. The first gulp of cold water revived her and she turned towards the man still staring at her. She smiled more broadly now at his dour expression and again lifted up the bottle. Facing him in her nakedness, she emptied the bottle completely. She felt free, completely liberated and reveled in the new sensation.
“Babyji, I will get the tea”, the lout opened his mouth at last indicating towards the kettle on the burner.
She nodded and walked back to the drawing room and without being told sat down on the floor near the mistress’s feet. The servant appeared with a single cup. She watched as the Goddess started sipping it. Half way through, she emptied the reminder into the saucer and placed it on the floor. With her foot she pushed it towards her.
“Drink pussy drink and mind you no hands.”
She lowered her face towards the saucer and stuck her tongue out. The tea was moderately hot and she began to slurp. The liquid ran down her chin and spilled to the ground, but no matter, the mistress had said no hands and that meant that she couldn’t use them. After she was done, she gave the rims a good licking and for good measure nuzzled her nose near the Goddess feet and stole a lick.
Cupping her chin, the Goddess raised her up to her and put her flat against her lap. As if she knew what was coming, she put her head face down against the seat of the sofa. She was aware that her shapely bums were now sticking out directly under her mistress’s eyes. Soft fingers started massaging her behind in round and round and she let out a deep breath. Gently, her legs were parted and the hand coursed through to home in directly on her pussy. A finger probed her slit.
“Ah!”, she sighed deeply. The game was on again.
Her pussy started flooding once again. The expert fingers had found the opening and gone straight to her clit. She pushed down to get the contact again and felt the pleasure waves lurking near. But then the finger had stopped and she wondered why. Before she could think of anything, she had convulsed up in pure pain. “Yechh”, she sobbed as she felt the steel ruler striking her once again. Again and again, the ruler came down drowning her in total pain and her eyes started streaming again at the unexpected assault. The strikes were coming in a methodical manner, systematically covering each part of her exposed buttock. She couldn’t remember when she had taken any punishment like this. With each smack, she felt as if she had reached the limit and couldn’t go on any further.
“Please stop mam, pleae stop”, she let out a low howl as the next blow landed. To her horror she remembered that she had agreed to have this all and also the ominous words of the mistress that there would be no safe word. She whimpered and put her face down.
Then she became aware of the excitement at her pussy for the Goddess had started to work on her pussy with her other hand. Gently her clit was being massaged and for the umpteenth time of the day, the familiar flow of her love juices had started commencing once again. The pleasure valley had once again opened up and she started climbing up the curve. The steel ruler came down again from the top, this time particularly hard and she bucked up in pain. Simultaneously she felt the finger inside her press on her clit and a fierce orgasm started building up. Another hard strike from the ruler and again the finger pressing her clit. She was totally swept away between these alternate strikes, not knowing which was the pleasure and which the agony. ‘But it didn’t matter’, she told herself, ‘it was all ecstasy’. Dutifully she raised her bums to receive the next blow and collapsed her clit on the mistress’s fingers. And she continued till a massive orgasm tore through convulsing her entire body in an explosion of pure pleasure. She collapsed under the impact. And the mistress stopped her hand.
The Goddess had got up soon after and gone inside while she lay like a limp rag on the sofa. A little later the man arrived with a carafe of water and withdrew after placing it beside her. By now her breath had been sufficiently restored to normal for her to reach out for the jug. She drank directly from the jug and was surprised to find that she had almost emptied the whole of it. Sitting back on the sofa, she became acutely conscious of the buttocks which were on fire after all that punishment. She squirmed in her seat to find a suitable posture but to no avail. The mistress had done a perfect job. She looked down at her naked legs and found dried up cunt juice all over. That made her itchy and she got up and picked up the jeans and her panty from the floor.
“Leave those”, came the soft whisper as the curtains parted and out stepped the Goddess again. “I want to taste that bengali fish curry again. Let me see how good my pet is at pleasing me today.” Her eyes were level against hers.
Kajol smiled brightly at her words and dropped the clothes. It didn’t matter if her legs were gooey or her pussy was itchy. She marched straight into the kitchen and directly to the counter, where the man had laid out sliced fish. She took those to the sink for a good wash fully aware that she was presenting a close view of her reddened buttocks to the man.
‘He has seen my red ass, white cunt and black hair – and I don’t give a shit’, she said emphatically to herself as she started getting busy cooking the fish.
An hour later, she watched the mistress having her lunch while she stood besides her - still naked down below and feeling sweaty and itchy from all that efforts of the kitchen. Also she was beginning to grow conscious of the pressure in her bladder and remembered all the water that she had downed. But she couldn’t open her mouth, at least not till the mistress had finished.
She was near bursting point when the mistress turned back to her from the wash basin. Feverishly, she showed her little finger, desperate that she won’t be able to hold any longer.
“Go to the courtyard”, the Goddess commanded and she made a dash out.
The moment she stepped out, she became aware that she had stepped out virtually into the open for it was fenced with barbed wires only. A scatter of papaya and guava trees amidst the dried up leaves on the ground afforded little cover from the road on the other side which lay just a hundred yards ahead. She stood in a clearing and started soouting for a spot.
“There itself”, came the whispered command from inside the house. “And do it standing.”
She couldn’t remember when she had done it standing, if at all except maybe in the far off childhood days. But nothing mattered now that the Goddess had spoken. She parted her legs a little and let the pressure take over.
The sheer force of the golden brown liquid issuing from her surprised her. She looked at the parabola traced out by the piss stream as it shone brightly in the afternoon sun. Immediately she felt the pressure coming down and it was such a god damned relief. As she looked on as the stream landed a good six feet away, she felt elation. “This is how the boys do it – and it is so much fun.”
There was a rustle of leaves from one side and she turned her face in that direction. Nestled among the leaves of a bush, she could see the face of a woman who looked like a rag picker. She panicked and the piss stopped to dribble down her legs. Then she turned towards her, showing her teeth and starting to piss in her direction. The woman let out a howl of horror and fled away.
Kajol threw back her head and laughed. She had achieved full release.
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