Misc. Erotica A TRUE STORY : POVERTY TO WHORESHIP

[manigopal]

Sumi glared to the clock and feels placid. She still has some time in her hand.
The little girl felt a bit relived that her prediction about Dinesh was wrong. He was queer as usual, but didn’t show any sign of danger, till now.
“Till now…”, the young girl thinks too. But morning shows the day.
And the day didn’t seem gloomy for her.
Sumi immediately swears in her mind, seeking blessing to the good times.
For the pathetic little girl, good time meant less worry and good food.
How she is turning exactly turning like her mother, Sumi thinks in her mind. She hated it from her heart, but however knew, she had it in her genes. She had seen and experiencing it every day in front of her eyes. Sumi knew, it is for her blood line she had been able to maintain a smile in Patel sir’s face today and indeed granted her a two hours off to rest and get dressed back.
As she thought over, Sumi’s eyes instantly ran over to the DVD case left over the bed.
A small sigh falls from her heart.
The little girl knew, the concern shown by Dinesh sir was all so false and he did wanted Sumi to fall in his trap of sweet words.
Dinesh had been particularly erratic but sweet with the young irl today.
After shattering the young girl’s nerve in a blow to get her stripped and make her fold them neatly, Dinesh applied the sudden change.
“You could have had them tied…Sumi” Dinesh whispered as he ran his fingers over the little girl’s open tresses.
Sumi shivered.
Never had Dinesh sir had touched her so delicately.
So closely.
So sensuously.
The little girl felt more helpless than to be happy.
One more thing thumped her. She was not in her perfect look and incoherently flutters
“Sir…I’m sorry. I…I…it was wet, no, sorry…extremely sorry sir…” and looks up at Dinesh with dire helplessness.
“Oh no Sumi!” Dinesh shows his benevolent face.
“It is but for you that I said so dear,…” Dinesh say with a smile.
The little girl gets more confused.
“Had your hairs tied, it would have helped you to maneuver easily…” Dinesh smiles and picks up the television remote and starts up.
Sumi’s eyes follow the screen; invariably Dinesh sir wants to watch her something.
The little girl’s eyes get stuck and feels flabbergasted for a moment.
“Now, you willdo the same poses…right Sumi?”
Sumi nods her head briefly.
More than confused, she was unsure and knew would make a mess of it.
Her ears had been burning hot and so are her cheeks.
“How does Dinesh sir invents these sick pleasures on her to play on…” The little girl thinks in her mind.
Dinesh had kept the screen paused.
On the screen showed a yoga pose of a well known beautiful actress, specially known for her fantastic figure and yoga, demonstrating the later quality of her.
The actress was showing a semi complex pose, but quite hard for Sumi.
Sumi looked up at Dinesh helplessly.
Dinesh had a fake smile of enthusiasm on his face. His eyes cheered the girl to try on the pose.
Sumi leaves a sigh and helplessly observes the yoga pose minutely, trying to get her naked hefty body into that pose.
The pose, known as “kapotasana” had to had her chest pushed out.
Dinesh, silently smiles and indicates Sumi to the screen to do so.
Sumi takes a deep sigh and do the same.
Her jaws were clenched and her eyes fumed, but the little girl maintained the placid smile on her lips.
She knows Dinesh sir wants her to react, and that is only to get her into more humiliation and harassment.
The poses continued, in intervals of five minutes each, where the helpless girl had to maintain the pose for the time. Allowing her ten seconds of interval when her poses would lose, Dinesh made the girl pose into tougher poses slowly.
Sumi continued diligently, her helpless eyes following Dinesh sir and in the horror of discovering him going disinterested by his body language.
Sumi was now really depressed and down.
She had sold herself already, but it seems of no use as Dinesh was gazing at the sea, showing his back to Sumi, for several minutes.
Suddenly he resumed and walks to the table and settles down for breakfast.
It seemed the little girl didn’t exist in the room.
Sumi too was hungry, specially observing the loads of chhota hazris Lid over the table, and now the yoga poses had stoked it up more.
Sumi softly looks at Dinesh, who royally ignored her, and watching the yoga of the beautiful actress, ate his breakfast.
Sumi doesn’t utter a word and diligently follows the next pose, Utkatasana, literally meaning the bizarre asana.
As Sumi resumed her pose into the bizarre position, Dinesh suddenly gets up with a Danish pastry in his hand and walks to Sumi, holding it in front of her mouth.
Sumi closes her eyes and leaves a deep sigh.
Is she very stupid or she is actually thinking is true.
Sitting in the lavish suite Dinesh shifted her into, dressed up for Dinesh again, Sumi thought in her mind.
After hours of making her pose and dropping the pastry as she would open her mouth to eat it and make her pick it up (by hand thankfully and not on fours like dog, as she feared) and eat it, Dinesh’s tone had suddenly changed to a caring one.
Not that he wasn’t mocking anymore, but it was the mocking of someone who cared. And suddenly Dinesh changed the mocking tone too and asked her to practice them.
Sumi was shocked as Dinesh went on, “You are a young girl Sumi, and quite good looking, a regular yoga regime will make you be a real gem…”
Sumi’s heart missed a bit.
Did Dinesh sir praised her looks and said good about her?
IS there anything else beyond making her do the yoga poses or it was just another of nasty games of Dinesh sir? The little girl thinks in her mind.
The girl looks up the clock.
Ten more minutes to pass before Sumi need to report back to Dinesh sir.
She looks at herself in the mirror again.
She was feeling nervous.
Dinesh sir asked her to come as herself, as she is.
Sumi had finally chosen her faded off but well covered long loose skirt and a white shirt. Back coming her hair she ties a thin middle braid and leaves the rest open, making her look much of her age.
But one thing she did deliberately.
It was an act of being naughty and also a bit for chance.
Sumi’s normal inner wears were moist, and she had the standby pair of slutty one given by Rajiv.
She carried it out of keeping a safe pair, as it wouldn’t show it’s whorish look, while worn beneath. The orange bra was sheer with string strap and the panty had it back open, barring a string and sheer too, obviously. The little girl wanted to keep this surprise for Dinesh sir, also consoling herself being the other pairs moist.
Sumi too knew, she could have semi dried them easily in the hand drier of the wash room, but opted her last resort quite indulgingly.
Sumi wore a few blows of her spray, not much to make Dinesh’s nose choke in disgust.
Sumi looks at herself in the mirror for last time.
Is she looking OK?
Is she looking underdone?
Would she run back and change in her regular cotton, worn out inner wears?
But it was late and they were moist.
There were no moments to lose anymore and Sumi walked through the long corridor towards the elevator and knocks the room of Dinesh in the exact time.
Rajiv was no more courteous this time, Sumi felt but was more vibrant and mystic. Not that he spoke much, but his eyes danced and his voice was soft and sweet as he lead the young girl inside the suite.
Suddenly Dinesh stopped, looking at the young girl in a scrutinizing look for a few seconds, running his eyes from top to bottom of Sumi.
Sumi was at attention, awaiting Dinesh’s sour comment but Dinesh suddenly smiled up, “you do look like the exact ‘Sumi’…perfect”. Dinesh puts his thumb up.
Sumi suddenly blushed, needlessly. The little girl was having a qeer feeling in herself, which she tried to control. The benevolent self of Dinesh sir was so new to her.
Suddenly Dinesh wraps his hand around the little girl’s shoulder, “Come along dear…”
Sumi would have naturally followed, but the word “dear” had got her mesmerized. Walking in arms with Dinesh sir had been a impossible dream. Dinesh sir, who would always resent and humiliate her,.
Dinesh walks in to the living area of the suite with Sumi, with the girl seemingly surprised and looks up at Dinesh.
Dinesh smiles, ”well, just wanted to have you there…” and Sumi smiles back too.
The little girl was now feeling a bit fun watching Dinesh’s set up.
It was a two pole structure, joined with feather cuffs attached to them.
Sumi looks up at Dinesh, with her big cow like eyes, innocently and says, “I’m ready sir..”
Sumi, though finds a bit uncomfortable now, after Dinesh had tied her hands to the poles.
Dinesh got suddenly busy in reading a tabloid and Sumi dared not to disturb him. To add to her horror, she could hear very faint sounds from the other room and was completely clueless now.
The sweet mood of Dinesh was gone now and was rather back in a serious mood.
Suddenly the bell rang up and Dinesh looks up and glances at his watch.
“Aha… now for the surprise…” and gets up from the chair.
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