My Bondage with My Manager's slave
I am Neha from India, a 28-year-old brown girl. I work as an office accountant with a 34D-28-34 figure. I am 5 ‘8 tall, 65 kg weight, broad shoulder figure with thick back and thigh muscles due to 5 years of gym training. I have a light brown skin tone with curly hair. 2 years back, I started working under Mithila mam. There, we came close and explored our fantasies. She was a bisexual 52-year-old, full-figured woman. She was the VC of the zone, and we were in an intimate relationship for the last 2 years. I was submissive to her and was more interested in bondage, teasing and domination. She sometimes used to perform her work on me. Later, she told me about Dan, who was her slave, an old college professor. She asked me to meet him for more exploration and fun. My heart started pounding when Mithila Mam told me that her boyfriend, Dan, would be present tonight to fulfil my fantasy. I had never met or seen Dan, so I was excited and nervous about this. But Mithila comforted me. She said that it would be a good and respectful session and that I should only go according to my liking and desires. She knew a lot about me. As I had full faith in Mithila mam, I agreed to it. On the weekend, I came to her home. I was wearing a leather jacket with black high heels, a black latex corset with a separate black bra and a thong with loose pants. Dan came and we talked. He was a 65-year-old Anglo-Indian college professor. He was a good-looking, mature man with 5 ‘7 height and a broad frame. He was wearing a three-piece suit. There, in front of Mithila, we discussed my fantasies for the session, pain, and pleasure acts with the safeword. Listening to all that erotic talk made me feel hot. We all went to the basement. I have never seen that room. Mithila opened the door lock, and we entered. It was a cold and dark place. Mithila opened the lights. It was a small room with a steel pole in a T shape, an iron bench fixed to the ground, an iron almirah and some hooks on the wall. Don’t know how long Mithila used that room for her fun, but now it was my time. Mithila told me, “I have kept this room separate for Dan’s punishment. Tonight, it’s your turn. Shall we start?” she asked. We all agreed. “You can take off your jacket and pants and keep wearing heels,” Mithila said. I took them off, and Mithila put them in almirah. Standing in a bra, corset and lace thong in front of that old man, I was feeling shy. She sat on the old iron bench. “Wow, she’s a sexy, muscled babe.” Dan’s eyes scanned me. Dan came close to me and rubbed my thigh and waist. “Yes, she looks very sexy,” Mithila replied. “Umm, sexy babe, beautiful girl with muscles looks really tough,” he told Mithila. She smiled. “How long have you been working out?” He rubbed and pressed my back and shoulder muscles. “7 years.” “Dan, what are you wearing beneath this suit?” Mithila interrupted. “Your favourite latex thong, madam.” Dan stopped and replied “Then strip down to it.” She winked at me. I never thought he would do the session wearing only a thong. It was not discussed and came as a shock. “Yes, Madam.” He immediately stripped, took off his suit and stood before Mithila. A white man with a big butt in a cute little latex thong was a hot view. She lifted her foot and hit it on Dan’s crotch. Dan shivered. “You are here to punish her, not for your sexual pleasure. It should be, as per my details, fully professional. understood?” “Yes, madam.” “Show your bum to me.” He turned, and she spanked him hard. The entire room echoed. “Thank you, madam,” Dan said. Then she waved to start and sat again. He asked me to grab the T-bar of the pole with both hands. I was standing facing Mithila. She was smiling as I was about to start my new journey. Dan inspected my body and rubbed my ass. “Darling, You have gorgeous ass and thighs. Ever spanked before?” “Yes.” His hand moved under my underarms, grabbed my neck, and spanked me on my left bum. “Yes?” he said strictly. “Yes, Sir” “Better. It should always be like that, my hottie.” His big belly was touching my back. Standing so close to a nude man, my heart was racing with fear. Now, the pain of spanking was mixed, but with Mithila, it was safe for me. His hand pressed on my neck. He whispered in my ear. So, 10 spanks for each cheek, and you’ll count. Understood? He gently held and pressed my neck. “Yes, sir,” I said. “I’ll punish your sexy, tough ass. You’ve been a naughty girl.” “Yes, Sir, Please Punish me. I am a naughty, bad girl.” “Are you a slutty girl?” “Yes, Sir, I am,” I yelled. “Hehe…” he chuckled. He started spanking my hips, and I started the count. With alternating spanks on each cheek, his power increased every time. While switching hands from one cheek to another, he left no chance to humiliate me. For a very short time, his finger continuously rubbed on my butthole. Mithila had no idea what he was doing to me. Due to his position, she couldn’t notice his hand sliding between butt cheeks and doing dirty. It was a little embarrassing, but I liked that weird quivering as he did it. I didn’t want to reveal his secret act. I continued my counting, and soon, my voice shivered. As he progressed, I could feel the pain. After 5 minutes, I felt a burning sensation on my skin. As I ended the counting, he pressed again on my neck. “Naughty Girl, did you like spanking ?” He asked as he smartly shifted his spanking hand between my ass crack and pressed his finger on the butthole. “Yes, sir.” This time, I answered with a shiver. I felt his finger pressure would soon penetrate my anus sphincter. “Oh, get ready to be spanked by a leather whip.” he left me with a press on my butthole. He was teasing me silently, smartly keeping his owner unaware. He took a leather whip and whipped me on my thighs, maybe to make me understand its hardness.