20-10-2019, 01:22 PM
Evening Bhavna returned. Kishor gave her coffee and said near her ear,” taste it, because it
contains special milk of your favourite cow, just say how it feels.” Bhavna drank and said,” best
coffee ever in my life, now I and Sonia will practice karate.”
Bhavna went to her bedroom, she saw her clothes not pressed, room untidy, she never kept like
this earlier, she was disappointed, she removed her salwar kameez, she is in her sports bra, she
wore her jeans pant for training.
She called Kishor and locked the room.
Bhavna,” Look Kishor I know this is new for you to do household chores wearing saree. I
appreciate that. But I want room neat and tidy, being in charge I will punish you, so you
neverwill make mistake.”
Bhavna,”If you agree to let me discipline you right here and now, I'm willing to overlook this
indiscretion."
This was it. This could change the dynamic forever. If he submitted, she knew she'd have him by
the balls.
"Ok..."
Kishor’s short one-word reply sent a shiver down her spine. She told him to take of his saree and
he immediately complied. She admired his body.
She grabbed his petticoats and yanked down. His throbbing erection sprung out bobbing inches
from her face. His cock a fiery red roaring for release.
Bhavna placed her palms behind him and in one swoop had him over her knees with his
pulsating dick radiating between her lycra encased thighs.
"Count each slap and say thank may I have another." a very dominating Bhavna ordered.
A then she went off. Each smack echoing through the surprisingly spacious room.
"4. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Smack smack smack.
"12. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Smack smack smack.
"19. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Bhavna was having the time of her life completely owning this sexy man her husband in saree.
Her nerd. He was hers now. The erection between her thighs confirming the new dynamic.
Kishor moaned in pain. Or was it pleasure.
"30. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Bhavna hand grew tired, but she couldn't relent now. He was in sub space. He was the most
malleable at this moment and she had to make sure this morning would be etched into his mind.
She leaned down and wrapped her gloved rubbery fingers around his balls. Her pointer finger
rubbing against the underside of Kishors hard cock.
"Somebody is having fun." she giggled.
"Oh-oh god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just..-ju..-just please..."
"Please what?" Bhavna replied with mock confusion.
" I -i I don't know." a submissive Kishor replied.
"Shhhhhhh."
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yess." a frustrated and confused Kishor answered.
"Then answer my questions."
"Where do you live?" Bhavna asked.
"Uhmm... here?" Kishor answered confused at the question.
"Wrong you live in my queendom. You are my subject and I am your ruler." Bhavna corrected
him gently caressing his cock with her thighs.
She began lightly smacking and pushing Kishors butt.
"Who's your queen?" Bhavna quizzed him.
"You are." Kishor replied.
"And what's my name?" She asked as she rubbed his erection faster between her legs. She
noticed him starting to gently hump.
"Bhavna."
"Yes, but from now on you will address me as queen Bhavna. Say it!" she ordered.
"queen Bhavna." Kishor whispered.
"Louder!" Bhavna demanded as she continued milking his cock.
"Queen Bhavna!"
"Now salute your queen!" and with that Bhavna furiously slapped his bottom as she stroked his
cock with thighs. Kishor let out a loud groan of pleasure as he surrendered to Bhavna's
dominance.
For 30 scintillating seconds Kishor coated the floor and her lululemon yoga pants with all his
pent up cream from the last few days. Both Bhavna and Kishor formed a rhythm of smacks on
his bottom as he continued to hump her lycra thighs at the pace she set.
"Quite a little bitch boy, aren't you?" she remarked as she drained. his balls. She rolled him off
her thighs as she stood up and straightened her pants. Kishor lay on the floor panting and
completely spent after being completely dominated. His semi-erect penis lying in a bright white
puddle of his own discharge. Kishor was absolutely enchanted by her complete control of him.
"This better be cleaned up by the time I'm back from my train. Or else."
Kishor looked up in a post nut daze to a radiant Bhavna standing by the door. Her flat stomach
exposed under her pink sports bra. The same magical bra that kept her more than generous
breasts in place.
Bhavna smacked her ass as a warning while walking out the door. Kishor deflated cock twitched
and spurted one last salute to her female dominance before deflating completely.
Kishor,” Bhavna will you do that everyday, I loved that, I missed it.”
Bhavna,” yes, I know, but everyday will lose its charm. From when you wore saree I admit our
relationship is secure hapy and more intimacy, I enjoy sex more, you too.”
Kishor,” I never knew it will be such exciting, my penis remains always hard.”
Bhavna ,” I will take care of, now I have to practice karate, I want you too to do some exercise.”
Bhavna took Sonia with her to terrace, Sonia was in sports bra and jeans pant. Kishor came near
to both, he removed his saree, remaining in blouse and petticoat he walked around terrace for
half an hour while Bhavna and Sonia doing rigorous training.
Kishor,” after long time I am doing some exercise, it is tiring.”
Bhavna,” no need to exert, light exercise is fine.”
contains special milk of your favourite cow, just say how it feels.” Bhavna drank and said,” best
coffee ever in my life, now I and Sonia will practice karate.”
Bhavna went to her bedroom, she saw her clothes not pressed, room untidy, she never kept like
this earlier, she was disappointed, she removed her salwar kameez, she is in her sports bra, she
wore her jeans pant for training.
She called Kishor and locked the room.
Bhavna,” Look Kishor I know this is new for you to do household chores wearing saree. I
appreciate that. But I want room neat and tidy, being in charge I will punish you, so you
neverwill make mistake.”
Bhavna,”If you agree to let me discipline you right here and now, I'm willing to overlook this
indiscretion."
This was it. This could change the dynamic forever. If he submitted, she knew she'd have him by
the balls.
"Ok..."
Kishor’s short one-word reply sent a shiver down her spine. She told him to take of his saree and
he immediately complied. She admired his body.
She grabbed his petticoats and yanked down. His throbbing erection sprung out bobbing inches
from her face. His cock a fiery red roaring for release.
Bhavna placed her palms behind him and in one swoop had him over her knees with his
pulsating dick radiating between her lycra encased thighs.
"Count each slap and say thank may I have another." a very dominating Bhavna ordered.
A then she went off. Each smack echoing through the surprisingly spacious room.
"4. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Smack smack smack.
"12. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Smack smack smack.
"19. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Bhavna was having the time of her life completely owning this sexy man her husband in saree.
Her nerd. He was hers now. The erection between her thighs confirming the new dynamic.
Kishor moaned in pain. Or was it pleasure.
"30. May I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER!"
Bhavna hand grew tired, but she couldn't relent now. He was in sub space. He was the most
malleable at this moment and she had to make sure this morning would be etched into his mind.
She leaned down and wrapped her gloved rubbery fingers around his balls. Her pointer finger
rubbing against the underside of Kishors hard cock.
"Somebody is having fun." she giggled.
"Oh-oh god. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just..-ju..-just please..."
"Please what?" Bhavna replied with mock confusion.
" I -i I don't know." a submissive Kishor replied.
"Shhhhhhh."
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yess." a frustrated and confused Kishor answered.
"Then answer my questions."
"Where do you live?" Bhavna asked.
"Uhmm... here?" Kishor answered confused at the question.
"Wrong you live in my queendom. You are my subject and I am your ruler." Bhavna corrected
him gently caressing his cock with her thighs.
She began lightly smacking and pushing Kishors butt.
"Who's your queen?" Bhavna quizzed him.
"You are." Kishor replied.
"And what's my name?" She asked as she rubbed his erection faster between her legs. She
noticed him starting to gently hump.
"Bhavna."
"Yes, but from now on you will address me as queen Bhavna. Say it!" she ordered.
"queen Bhavna." Kishor whispered.
"Louder!" Bhavna demanded as she continued milking his cock.
"Queen Bhavna!"
"Now salute your queen!" and with that Bhavna furiously slapped his bottom as she stroked his
cock with thighs. Kishor let out a loud groan of pleasure as he surrendered to Bhavna's
dominance.
For 30 scintillating seconds Kishor coated the floor and her lululemon yoga pants with all his
pent up cream from the last few days. Both Bhavna and Kishor formed a rhythm of smacks on
his bottom as he continued to hump her lycra thighs at the pace she set.
"Quite a little bitch boy, aren't you?" she remarked as she drained. his balls. She rolled him off
her thighs as she stood up and straightened her pants. Kishor lay on the floor panting and
completely spent after being completely dominated. His semi-erect penis lying in a bright white
puddle of his own discharge. Kishor was absolutely enchanted by her complete control of him.
"This better be cleaned up by the time I'm back from my train. Or else."
Kishor looked up in a post nut daze to a radiant Bhavna standing by the door. Her flat stomach
exposed under her pink sports bra. The same magical bra that kept her more than generous
breasts in place.
Bhavna smacked her ass as a warning while walking out the door. Kishor deflated cock twitched
and spurted one last salute to her female dominance before deflating completely.
Kishor,” Bhavna will you do that everyday, I loved that, I missed it.”
Bhavna,” yes, I know, but everyday will lose its charm. From when you wore saree I admit our
relationship is secure hapy and more intimacy, I enjoy sex more, you too.”
Kishor,” I never knew it will be such exciting, my penis remains always hard.”
Bhavna ,” I will take care of, now I have to practice karate, I want you too to do some exercise.”
Bhavna took Sonia with her to terrace, Sonia was in sports bra and jeans pant. Kishor came near
to both, he removed his saree, remaining in blouse and petticoat he walked around terrace for
half an hour while Bhavna and Sonia doing rigorous training.
Kishor,” after long time I am doing some exercise, it is tiring.”
Bhavna,” no need to exert, light exercise is fine.”
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