02-01-2019, 12:06 PM
Prof. (Dinesh) Bharadwaj
Prof. Bharadwaj had the whip in his hand. It was special, for when used properly, it could inflict considerable pain without leaving the tell tale marks. He had originally kept it as a memento from the old castle near Jodhpur, where he had been to on a study tour during his student days.
Later on he had discovered other uses, as he was doing now … Made from pure leather that was immaculately waxed periodically, its ends forked out like the tail of a centipede. Like the painful sting of that insect’s tail, the fork could force multiply the pain when it landed on bare flesh with a slight flick. There would be no mark, however. It was the ideal instrument for pain, very rarely used in their games. Today was however an exception and she would be the recipient. She choked a sob.
He swished it in the air and Mrs. Bharadwaj who sat on the floor backed away with a involuntarily, eyes shut. For a moment she tried to wrench back her wrists that were bound to the bedpost but it was more of a helpless reflex action. The bonds were very secure. Silent tears started coursing down.
“So? You make a slave-bitch of one of my students without my knowledge.” His voice was low, but the menace underlying was unmistakable. Her heart started racing. How had he discovered? Certainly, the dimwit Bhimu would not have thought about mentioning it on his own. In all their bdsm games, the participants had been slaves common to both of them. But something about the looks of Kajol, had stirred an unknown sentiment inside her. That was a pure spirited free woman whom she was beginning to love despite the kinks. However, she also wanted to shield her away from the monster of her husband, who to all outward appearance was the typical absent minded gentle lover. But she had known him better.
Swoosh! Before she knew, she was jerking furiously at her tied knots. The tail of the whip had caught at her midriff and a flame of agony seared through her. She saw the raised hand and the whip coming down again and there was nothing she could do. Her mouth opened despite herself and she started crying loudly. Her bawling had no effect on her monster husband. The stings landed periodically and she convulsed each time, her streaming nose, tears and saliva all blending together.
“Don’t bother trying to find out who told me. It was Puja.”
Through the haze of pain, she remembered how she had treated Puja, the junior lecturer in his department. She had been a good slave before and had submitted readily to both of them. However, when the humiliations had increased and she was told to be a fucktoy for one of his friends, the girl had developed cold feet. Bharadwaj wouldn’t relent however. Moreover, being a temporary employee, he held the key to her continuous employment. After her meeting with Puja at the university, she had arrived for one more orgy where she had licked everyone’s feet like a dog and naked that too. Later on, she had been commanded to lie on the floor with arms and legs opened wide. Someone had inserted a vibrator into her cunt and before she knew, it had been switched to full power. The sight of her thrashing on the floor in pure joy-agony had drawn applause from the onlookers. Later she had been ordered to stand up and the vibrator inserted full into her rectum. A brief shadow had crossed her face but that was all the reaction, that she had demonstrated. Still impaled on the vibrating toy, she had carried around the drinks and eatables all around. When it had been time for the guests to leave, she had prostrated fully before each, her hair flying outward over to the guest’s feet and professed her gratitude for being given the opportunity to serve them. After all the guests had departed, Bharadwaj had asked her to suck him for an hour which she complied with even though he ejaculated twice in her mouth. The rules were very clear. She had to do whatever he wanted her to or else she could kiss goodbye to the steady monthly income from the temporary junior lecturer’s job. Given the present day job market, she had opted to stay.
It was obvious that she had disclosed to Bhradwaj about Puja. After all, it was Puja who had introduced Kajol to her! It was a no-brainer. Why didn’t she think of this before? And what would the monster now do to Kajol now. He was her guide too in the doctoral program.
A couple more of the blows and Mrs. Bharadwaj had no time to think about Kajol anymore. She bore through his whipping, convulsing and sobbing. A long, long time later she heard the whip being thrown away.
“Bhimu”, the professor spoke softly and the manservant appeared immediately.
“Shag on her face”, he commanded further.
Without any further thought, Bhimu walked over to where his tearful malkin sat still tied to a bed post. Hurriedly he brought out his penis and started jerking the foreskin back and forth before her face. It took nearly ten minutes and she had to endure the foul odour of his unwashed crotch right before her nose. Were she not so spent from the beating, she would probably had vomited there itself. However, Bhimu’s face had started to contort and his breathing grown laborious. The stubby looking penis was now all primed up and the discharge hit her with a full blast. Bhimu’s directed his cum to all parts of her face and some stuck to her hair. The copious thick stream started running down her face and dropped to the floor. Bhimu was entering the last phase of his ejaculation and at another command from the professor, he wiped the tip on her lips. Then he tucked his member inside and left.
“You stay in this position till the morning”, the professor spoke to her, “ will teach you to think a hundred times before doing something behind my back.”
He had turned and left. Mrs. Bharadwaj, lowered her head down in her cramped position. There was nothing she could do till she was freed in the morning. And all night, she would have the sticky cum of that unwashed servant on her face with its revolting smell. She relapsed into further sobs.
There was a long night ahead of her.
Prof. Bharadwaj had the whip in his hand. It was special, for when used properly, it could inflict considerable pain without leaving the tell tale marks. He had originally kept it as a memento from the old castle near Jodhpur, where he had been to on a study tour during his student days.
Later on he had discovered other uses, as he was doing now … Made from pure leather that was immaculately waxed periodically, its ends forked out like the tail of a centipede. Like the painful sting of that insect’s tail, the fork could force multiply the pain when it landed on bare flesh with a slight flick. There would be no mark, however. It was the ideal instrument for pain, very rarely used in their games. Today was however an exception and she would be the recipient. She choked a sob.
He swished it in the air and Mrs. Bharadwaj who sat on the floor backed away with a involuntarily, eyes shut. For a moment she tried to wrench back her wrists that were bound to the bedpost but it was more of a helpless reflex action. The bonds were very secure. Silent tears started coursing down.
“So? You make a slave-bitch of one of my students without my knowledge.” His voice was low, but the menace underlying was unmistakable. Her heart started racing. How had he discovered? Certainly, the dimwit Bhimu would not have thought about mentioning it on his own. In all their bdsm games, the participants had been slaves common to both of them. But something about the looks of Kajol, had stirred an unknown sentiment inside her. That was a pure spirited free woman whom she was beginning to love despite the kinks. However, she also wanted to shield her away from the monster of her husband, who to all outward appearance was the typical absent minded gentle lover. But she had known him better.
Swoosh! Before she knew, she was jerking furiously at her tied knots. The tail of the whip had caught at her midriff and a flame of agony seared through her. She saw the raised hand and the whip coming down again and there was nothing she could do. Her mouth opened despite herself and she started crying loudly. Her bawling had no effect on her monster husband. The stings landed periodically and she convulsed each time, her streaming nose, tears and saliva all blending together.
“Don’t bother trying to find out who told me. It was Puja.”
Through the haze of pain, she remembered how she had treated Puja, the junior lecturer in his department. She had been a good slave before and had submitted readily to both of them. However, when the humiliations had increased and she was told to be a fucktoy for one of his friends, the girl had developed cold feet. Bharadwaj wouldn’t relent however. Moreover, being a temporary employee, he held the key to her continuous employment. After her meeting with Puja at the university, she had arrived for one more orgy where she had licked everyone’s feet like a dog and naked that too. Later on, she had been commanded to lie on the floor with arms and legs opened wide. Someone had inserted a vibrator into her cunt and before she knew, it had been switched to full power. The sight of her thrashing on the floor in pure joy-agony had drawn applause from the onlookers. Later she had been ordered to stand up and the vibrator inserted full into her rectum. A brief shadow had crossed her face but that was all the reaction, that she had demonstrated. Still impaled on the vibrating toy, she had carried around the drinks and eatables all around. When it had been time for the guests to leave, she had prostrated fully before each, her hair flying outward over to the guest’s feet and professed her gratitude for being given the opportunity to serve them. After all the guests had departed, Bharadwaj had asked her to suck him for an hour which she complied with even though he ejaculated twice in her mouth. The rules were very clear. She had to do whatever he wanted her to or else she could kiss goodbye to the steady monthly income from the temporary junior lecturer’s job. Given the present day job market, she had opted to stay.
It was obvious that she had disclosed to Bhradwaj about Puja. After all, it was Puja who had introduced Kajol to her! It was a no-brainer. Why didn’t she think of this before? And what would the monster now do to Kajol now. He was her guide too in the doctoral program.
A couple more of the blows and Mrs. Bharadwaj had no time to think about Kajol anymore. She bore through his whipping, convulsing and sobbing. A long, long time later she heard the whip being thrown away.
“Bhimu”, the professor spoke softly and the manservant appeared immediately.
“Shag on her face”, he commanded further.
Without any further thought, Bhimu walked over to where his tearful malkin sat still tied to a bed post. Hurriedly he brought out his penis and started jerking the foreskin back and forth before her face. It took nearly ten minutes and she had to endure the foul odour of his unwashed crotch right before her nose. Were she not so spent from the beating, she would probably had vomited there itself. However, Bhimu’s face had started to contort and his breathing grown laborious. The stubby looking penis was now all primed up and the discharge hit her with a full blast. Bhimu’s directed his cum to all parts of her face and some stuck to her hair. The copious thick stream started running down her face and dropped to the floor. Bhimu was entering the last phase of his ejaculation and at another command from the professor, he wiped the tip on her lips. Then he tucked his member inside and left.
“You stay in this position till the morning”, the professor spoke to her, “ will teach you to think a hundred times before doing something behind my back.”
He had turned and left. Mrs. Bharadwaj, lowered her head down in her cramped position. There was nothing she could do till she was freed in the morning. And all night, she would have the sticky cum of that unwashed servant on her face with its revolting smell. She relapsed into further sobs.
There was a long night ahead of her.
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