Sangita didn’t like Ross all that much. It wasn’t solely because she could always feel his eyes undressing her whenever he came round; it was mainly because he was her landlord and therefore an authoritative figure. She was frightened of authoritative figures; her strict father had been responsible for that and in the end it had driven her away from her home and her family at the age of nineteen.
He was polite, if not a little brusque, as he walked around, inspecting her bed-sit. It was small, consisting of a lounge, bathroom, kitchenette and bedroom. There were three other bed-sits in the building and there was also a larger kitchen and a utility room for all the occupants to use. It wasn’t exactly ideal but it was her own place; to Sangita it was home and it gave her freedom, she could come and go as she pleased. Like the other occupants, Sangita was a student, and in her first year at art college.
Ross looked up at the ceiling in the corner of the lounge. “No sign of that damp returning,” he commented.
Sangita looked up too, with a puzzled expression on her face.
“We had some damp here before you moved in, but I got the builders to re-slate part of the roof,” he explained.
She felt his eyes upon her again. He made her feel uncomfortable, but what she didn’t fully realize was that she was incredibly beautiful. Of Indian origin, she had long black hair with dark sultry eyes. She was also tall and very slim. Sangita could not see what others saw in her. Her parents had belittled her as a child and had made her feel unworthy, but this sort of behaviour was not uncommon in Indian families; boys were of value to the family whereas girls were a burden, fit only for marriage and rearing children.
“Any drafts from the bedroom windows?” he asked her.
Sangita shook her head as he walked past her into the bedroom. The last time he came round she had had a few pairs of panties drying out on the radiator and they had attracted his attention. This time she had removed them. She noticed him glancing down at the radiator and the look of disappointment on his face. “The new windows are a big improvement I imagine,” he said as he stood in front of them.
She said nothing, feeling more uncomfortable. In her culture a woman’s bedroom was private and unless you were married, men were strictly not allowed inside. Ross turned away from the window and looked up at the ceiling. “Everything seems to be okay here,” he commented as he walked past her bed.
Sangita spotted the book lying on her dressing table almost at the same time as he did. She swore under her breath at herself for not putting it away before he arrived. “You like these books as well?” he said picking it up.
Sangita wanted to snatch it from his hand.
“My wife loves them. She’s got a bookcase full!” he said, looking at her.
Sangita said nothing.
“That’s how we met, you know!” he started to say, as he flipped through some of the pages. “She was trying to reach for one in a WH Smith’s bookshop and I happened to see her and took it down for her.”
Sangita remained silent but was very embarrassed to have been caught reading BDSM books.
“She was married at the time, but her husband was strictly vanilla,” he continued. “Anyway we got chatting; I told her I was into this as well and the rest is history!”
She managed a smile at his openness.
Ross noticed the look of embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he told her. “There’s no need to be ashamed, lots of people are interested in this kind of thing. You only have to look at the numbers sold to realise that,” he laughed.
She smiled again, feeling a little better.
“I’ll drop some round next time I am passing if you want?” he told her.
Sangita thanked him, not really expecting him to keep his word, as he left.
Two days later Ross returned. Taking off his backpack, he delved inside and took out a handful of books. “Sandy says you can read these,” he said, handing them to her. “She would like them back sometime though,” he told her.
Sangita didn’t really know what to say, but she accepted them and thanked him out of courtesy. “Yes, of course, I will give them back,” she promised.
“There’s no rush,” he told her.
There was an awkward silence for a few moments as he stood there expectantly. She had just made some coffee and he was looking at her cup on the coffee table. “Would you like a coffee?” she asked him, feeling that it would have been ignorant of her not to offer, but hoping he would decline.
Ross thanked her and sat down on the settee. A few minutes later she joined him, sitting nervously a few feet away from him. “So how long have you been interested then?” he asked her.
Sangita didn’t really want to talk about it. It was personal and besides, girls from her culture never talked to men about sex unless they were married to them. She shrugged her shoulders, “Not long,” she replied, politely.
“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that I have been into BDSM a long time now, and if there is anything I can help you out with I would gladly.”
Sangita smiled.
“Sandy was like that at first – too shy to talk about it, but I took her out of her shell,” he told her.
Sangita began to feel a little more relaxed.
“I take it you are interested in it from the submissive angle?”
Sangita nodded.
“Well, a word of advice,” he said, “If you are going to take it from fantasy into reality, make sure you find the right person to help you. There are a lot of idiots out there who call themselves Masters or Mistresses and they don’t have a clue what they are doing. Sad thing is they can end up causing damage to others!” he told her.
Sangita nodded in agreement. “I don’t think I will ever take it that far.”
Ross sat back at ease and smiled. “Well if that’s what you want, then fine, but don’t live a life of regret. Find the right Dom and give it a try. If you like it, fine and if you don’t, well, leave it!”
His words made sense to her. “Had your wife done it before you met?” she found herself asking him.
He shook his head. “No, she had read lots of books about it but had never met anyone to try it out,” he told her.
“And you helped her?”
Ross nodded. “Yes, and I have been helping her and others ever since.”
“Others?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he replied. “I have two other girls as subs at the moment.”
“Your… your wife doesn’t mind?” Sangita asked, a little shocked.
“No,” he told her. “This is a lifestyle, you see, bit like a vocation, you practice it as you would, say, rally driving or skiing. We don’t see it as interfering in our relationship.”
“I see,” she replied. “So…so what sort of things do you do?” she asked him.
Ross was silent for a moment and then reached forward and picked up one the books on the table. “Well, I don’t see it as doing things. For starters it isn’t like the book, so don’t believe everything you read in these!” he told her. “It isn’t about pain and submission; beatings and torture,” he added as he turned sideways and rested his elbow on the back of the settee, to face her.
She looked up at him, totally absorbed in what he was saying.
“What I think it’s about and what I like to do is to explore people’s comfort zones and boundaries,” he told her. “BDSM to me is about finding where the comfort zone is and gradually pushing back the boundaries and stretching that zone. How it’s done and what is used to do it is irrelevant to me. A feather duster can be just as effective as a riding crop as far as I am concerned. At the end of the day it’s about the Dom and the sub getting sexual pleasure from what is being done and feeling comfortable about it all at the same time.”
Sangita said nothing, but she was starting to warm towards Ross. She no longer started to see him as a dirty old man. Although she felt his authoritativeness quite strongly, she no longer felt afraid.
“I’d like to help you, Sangita,” he said. “I see a lot of suppression in you, Sangita. You’re holding yourself back and I can help. I can help you develop your sexuality and bring it to the fore!”
Sangita could feel her face redden. Ross had exposed her.
“It’s okay!” he said as she started to speak. “No need to feel embarrassed. Openness and honesty is a vital ingredient between the Dom and sub.”
She still felt embarrassed all the same.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Sangita?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“Ever had one?”
Again she shook her head, feeling even more embarrassed knowing that he knew she was a virgin.
“So Sangita, are you going to let me help?”
“I…I…I” she stammered.
“Why don’t I call round tomorrow at the same time?” he said, sensing not just her nervousness but realising that she was outside her comfort zone. “By the way, I recommend you read ‘The Awakening of Maria’. You will find it poignant as well as interesting!”
Ross left her not only feeling very nervous but also feeling sexual excited and guilty. Sangita loved her book (although to be honest it wasn’t really hers, it had been left under the bed by the last tenant). It was a book of short stories, all about young women exploring their submissive sexuality with the help of dominant older men. At nights she used to lie awake after reading and let her imagination run riot as she masturbated. Soon after starting the book Sangita quickly realised that she had submissive tendencies, but she never, for one moment, dreamed that she would ever experience all this in reality. Suddenly a man had come into her life, a man who was a real life Dom, a man who could help her. She was excited and yet she felt guilty. If her family ever found out that she was even thinking of such things, she would be branded a whore. Even having sexual thoughts if you were not married was considered terrible in her culture. Sangita spent an agonising night trying to suppress her sexual excitement and rid herself of guilt.
Ross had already planned in his mind what he was going to do with Sangita next day. He was very experienced at handling newcomers to the lifestyle. He had learned that the most important thing was to take things very slowly. Learning was a gradual process. There were disciplines to learn; shyness to overcome; likes and dislikes to explore, and of course there were boundaries to push back. He knew that Sangita was a shy, virginal girl. She would be a challenge, and a very interesting one at that.
“Did you read that book I recommended?” he asked her as they sat down, after she had made coffee.
“I’m about half way through it,” she told him.
“So what are the things that turn you on in the books then?” he asked her.
Sangita shifted awkwardly on the settee and shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay then, what sorts of things turn you off then?” he asked her, trying to draw her out.
“I don’t like the severe beating scenes,” she told him.
“As I said yesterday,” he told her, “you can’t believe everything you read in them. I don’t like those sort of scenes either,” he told her.
He sensed her starting to relax.
“Will you get me the book, please?” he asked her.
Sangita jumped up and went into her bedroom and brought the book to him. Ross flicked through some pages and stopped at a specific scene. “Read this out loud please, Sangita,” he said, handing her the book with his thumb on the page he had selected.
Sangita took the book and began to read aloud.
‘Maria stood before her Master, head bowed, wearing only her collar. It was the first time she had entered his presence naked. The Master walked slowly around her looking over her nakedness before settling back in front of her again. “Have you something for me Maria?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she responded before taking his hand and pressing it between her thighs.
“Is this mine Maria?”
“Yes Master.”
His fingers slipped between her cunt lips feeling the wetness from her excitement. “Mine to do with as I wish?” he asked.
“Yes Master.”
“And what else have you for me?”
Maria took his hand and lifted it to her breasts. “These Master.”
“Your breasts belong to me as well Maria?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she told him.
The Master smiled as he felt his erection swelling inside his trousers.’
Ross reached forward with his hand for the book. “Thank you Sangita,” he told her. “Can you picture yourself in Maria’s place?” he asked.
Sangita said nothing.
“Why don’t you pass me my backpack, Sangita?” He said.
Sangita got up and handed it to him. “I would like you to kneel, Sangita,” he said to her.
Sangita did as he asked, kneeling in front of him as he rummaged inside his backpack. “The first thing we need to do, Sangita, is get you collared,” he told her.
She looked up expectantly as he took two black leather studded collars from the bag. “The question is, Sangita, which is the one for you?”
Sangita looked slightly puzzled, as they both looked the same, but then she noticed that one had a word on it, spelt out in silver studs.
“Which one Sangita?” he said as he held them up for her.
Her eyes were fixed on the one that had the word ‘SLUT’ on it.
Suddenly Ross’s hand holding the plain one dropped, leaving the other dangling before her face. “I think this one is the most appropriate for you!” he told her.
Sangita felt a surge of sexual excitement run through her as she contemplated having to wear a collar that identified her as a slut. Ross saw the excitement in her eyes and tossed the other one onto the settee and spoke to her. “Let me put it on you.”
Sangita stretched her neck forward as he opened the collar out. Slipping it under her long hair, he fastened the buckle and then raised her chin with his hand so that he could inspect it. “Have you something to tie your hair, Sangita?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied as she stood up and left the room.
When she returned with an elasticated hair band, Ross was standing up waiting for her. Sangita stood in front of him and fitted it, making a ponytail of her hair. For a moment he just stood there looking at her, and then he walked around to her rear. “Always wear this for me, Sangita!” he told her as he adjusted it.
For a moment they stood in silence, Sangita facing the settee and Ross standing behind her. Then Ross spoke: “I think you know what I am going to ask you to do next, don’t you Sangita?”
Sangita visibly trembled. He didn’t need to ask if she understood him.
“I was going to leave it until next time, Sangita, but I think it’s best if we get this out of the way now!” he told her. “I also want to see how committed you are,” he added.
Sangita shifted awkwardly as Ross moved in front of her and sat down on the settee.
There was silence as she stood there with head bowed. Ross knew what must have been going through her mind. He had seen many women in a similar position of having to bare themselves in front of their Master for the first time. Sangita was different though; the others had experienced being naked in front of a man before. Ross opened his mouth to speak just as her hands went up to the buttons of the top she was wearing. Silently and with head bowed she undressed. First her top, then her jeans came off, followed by her bra and panties. She shivered as she stood before him with her hands resting in front of her groin.
Ross stood up and walked behind her. “I appreciate just how difficult that was for you, Sangita,” he told her as he took her arms by the wrists and pulled them to her sides, before moving in front of her.
He looked her up and down for a few moments, taking in her virginal beauty, before speaking again. “Can you remember what Maria did next, Sangita?”
She looked up at him briefly before looking down again. “Yes,” she said softly.
“What was that, Sangita?”
“She…she took his hand and held it against her breasts, telling him that they were his.”
“So?” he said.
Sangita reached for his hand and guided it to her breasts. “These are yours,” she said softly.
“These are yours what?” he asked.
“Master. These are yours, Master.”
“That’s better, Sangita,” he told her as he brought his other hand to her breasts and fondled them.
Sangita offered no resistance.
“They are beautiful breasts, Sangita!” He told her, “I shall always enjoy looking at them and touching them.”
Sangita remained silent.
“What else do you have for me, Sangita?” he asked her.
She glanced up at him briefly before taking his hands from her breasts and pushing them down against her groin.
“What is this, Sangita?”
“It…it’s my vagina Master!”
Ross smiled. “It’s called a pussy, Sangita, and it’s mine, not yours!”
“Sorry, Master.”
“So it belongs to me then, Sangita?” he asked as he slid his finger between her cunt lips.
“Yes Master.”
“Mine to do with as I please?” he asked as his finger found her opening.
“Yes Master.” She sighed as she felt his finger penetrate.
“Even to share with others, Sangita?” he asked. “Because I will share it, believe me!”
“Yes Master.”
His finger withdrew from her as he pulled his hand away and up to her chin. Lifting slightly, he made her eyes meet his. “Now, I am not going to be a brute and take your virginity just like that, Sangita,” he told her. “I am going to give you a little time to think about it and give it to me when you are ready. I will let you choose the timing,” he added.
“Thank you Master,” she responded.
He smiled. “You will find that I can be a harsh master, Sangita but you will never find me to be a brutal one.”
“Thank you Master,” she told him with a faint smile on her face.
“I want you to kneel now, Sangita!” he told her.
Sangita quickly got down on her knees. “This is how I want you before me each time we meet, Sangita,” he told her as he began to adjust the way she knelt before him.
A few minutes later she was sat back with her bottom against her heels, thighs parted and her hands resting on her thighs, palms upwards. Her head was bowed as he squatted by her side.
“This is your presentation pose, Sangita,” he explained. “You are offering your body to me for my pleasure and your thighs are parted wide to show me in particular what you are offering me. You also bow your head in shame because of the sluttish thing you are doing. Do you understand, Sangita?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, as his hand slid between her legs.
“This will have to come off and stay off, Sangita!” he told her, tugging on a few curls of pubic hair. “I don’t want my property covered in pubic hair. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
He reached up to her face and gently turned it sideways so she could face him. “I am very pleased with you, Sangita!” he told her. “I think we are going to have a very fruitful relationship,” he told her.
She gave a nervous smile.
“And are you pleased so far, Sangita?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she told him.
It was an honest answer as well. She was pleased. To the outside world it may have seemed strange that she should be pleased in such a situation. Kneeling naked like a whore before an almost total stranger; ready and willing to do anything he asked of her, even to the extent of giving him her virginity, may have seemed like anything but pleasure. But Master Ross had released something inside her; released a hidden source of pleasure and sexual excitement. Yes, the collar she wore was derogatory. It called her a slut, but she was a slut and she was proud of it. Sangita was proud to be his slut and it pleased her to be the source of her master’s pleasure, no matter what it would entail.
“Have you ever sucked a cock, Sangita?” he asked her, disturbing her thoughts.
She shook her head. “No Master!” she responded adamantly.
“It is considered disrespectful, Sangita, for a slave to leave her Master with an erection!” he told her as he stood up. “And I have an erection.”
Sangita glanced up. It was plain to see. She had seen quite a few bulging erections in her lifetime, but she had never touched one. She had also seen some naked erections in the past from books and magazines that her school friends had shared with her, but she had never seen one for real. She hesitated for a few minutes as he stood in front of her waiting patiently, before looking up into his eyes and reaching for his trouser belt. Her hands shook slightly as she unbuckled his belt. She could feel the tension and she could feel the hardness that lay beneath.
She remembered overhearing her mother talking to her older sister, on the night before her marriage, about what was expected of her on her wedding night. He mother’s voice faltered as she explained what would be happening to her, but she recalled most vividly now what her mother had told her sister about a man’s ‘thing.’ “Never on any account touch it. It is very bad for a woman to touch a man’s private parts!”
Sangita never felt bad as she pulled down his zipper and opened out his trousers; she just felt excited. She felt nervous, but never bad as she pulled at his trousers. She pulled them down all the way to his knees and then looked up at the tent-like pole in his briefs. Her hand hovered nervously over it for a few moments and then she took a deep breath and began to tug at the waistband of his pants. It seemed such an automatic reaction to reach up and hold it steady as it sprang from the restraints of the clothing. It felt strange to her; it was hard and yet soft to the touch; it was stiff and yet pliable in her hand. It also felt good. She could see the look of pleasure on her Master’s face and it made her feel good.
Her next reaction seemed instinctive as well as she opened her mouth and guided it to her lips. As it began to fill her mouth, his hand held the back of her head and pulled her deeper against him. She gagged momentarily as its huge head hit the back of her throat, but she was quick enough to pull back, with her lips clinging tightly to the thick shaft.
All this was new to Sangita, but with her Master’s help it all soon became very simple. With her hand wrapped tightly the bottom of the shaft and her lips tight around him, his hands pulled and pushed her back and forth. She was quick to understand that his pleasure came from the combined movements of hand and lips up and down his erection, and she soon got into a rhythmic routine that brought him moaning with pleasure. His hands gripped her head tighter, and he became more and more vocal in his receiving of the pleasure she gave him.
What she was not prepared for, though, was his cum. She knew what it was, but she had never seen it for real and she had certainly never experienced it. His loud groan and the sudden stiffening and jerking of his cock should have warned her, but she was unprepared for that first release of cum. As it suddenly filled the back of her throat, her automatic reaction was to pull away, and though it served to stop any more cum entering her mouth, it did not stop its release. It gushed against her face, splashing her cheeks and chin before trickling down onto her breasts and thighs. Sangita quickly gained an education in the process of male ejaculation. There was a look of shock on her face as well as one of surprise, but he reached down and picked up her top and handed it to her.
“That was very good Sangita!” he told her after she had cleaned herself.
“Thank you Master,” she told him. “I am glad that you have found pleasure in me,” she added.
He reached down and helped her to her feet and then kissed her, unsure of how she would react to the intimacy of a kiss. Sangita, however, responded by holding him close and keeping the kiss lingering.
“Is there anything else I can do to please Master?” she asked him as he broke away.
There was something else he wanted as he felt himself beginning to stiffen again. Sangita was quick to respond as she felt it against her stomach. “Perhaps Master wants…” she started to say as she held it in her hand.
“Are….are you ready yet Sangita?” he asked her, suddenly feeling nervous.
“You are the Master!” she reminded him as she kissed him. “Shouldn’t it be YOU telling me that YOU are ready?”
He looked at her with a sudden surprise.
“If…if…this is what you want!” he responded as he became fully erect.
She pressed herself against and kissed him again. “No, Master. I am here to serve YOUR desires!” she told him.
Ross reached behind and grabbed her bottom and pulled her against him. “You are one horny bitch!” he told her as he kissed her.
“No, Master!” she contradicted. “I am one horny slut! Your horny slut!”
“Bedroom NOW!” he shouted.
A smile lit Sangita’s face. “I hope Master has also brought something to punish his horny slut?”
There was a sudden sense of purpose as Ross rummaged in his backpack. Sangita looked on with wonderment as he pulled out a black leather paddle and a packet of condoms, before turning and leading the way not only to her bedroom but also to a new level in her sex education.
He was polite, if not a little brusque, as he walked around, inspecting her bed-sit. It was small, consisting of a lounge, bathroom, kitchenette and bedroom. There were three other bed-sits in the building and there was also a larger kitchen and a utility room for all the occupants to use. It wasn’t exactly ideal but it was her own place; to Sangita it was home and it gave her freedom, she could come and go as she pleased. Like the other occupants, Sangita was a student, and in her first year at art college.
Ross looked up at the ceiling in the corner of the lounge. “No sign of that damp returning,” he commented.
Sangita looked up too, with a puzzled expression on her face.
“We had some damp here before you moved in, but I got the builders to re-slate part of the roof,” he explained.
She felt his eyes upon her again. He made her feel uncomfortable, but what she didn’t fully realize was that she was incredibly beautiful. Of Indian origin, she had long black hair with dark sultry eyes. She was also tall and very slim. Sangita could not see what others saw in her. Her parents had belittled her as a child and had made her feel unworthy, but this sort of behaviour was not uncommon in Indian families; boys were of value to the family whereas girls were a burden, fit only for marriage and rearing children.
“Any drafts from the bedroom windows?” he asked her.
Sangita shook her head as he walked past her into the bedroom. The last time he came round she had had a few pairs of panties drying out on the radiator and they had attracted his attention. This time she had removed them. She noticed him glancing down at the radiator and the look of disappointment on his face. “The new windows are a big improvement I imagine,” he said as he stood in front of them.
She said nothing, feeling more uncomfortable. In her culture a woman’s bedroom was private and unless you were married, men were strictly not allowed inside. Ross turned away from the window and looked up at the ceiling. “Everything seems to be okay here,” he commented as he walked past her bed.
Sangita spotted the book lying on her dressing table almost at the same time as he did. She swore under her breath at herself for not putting it away before he arrived. “You like these books as well?” he said picking it up.
Sangita wanted to snatch it from his hand.
“My wife loves them. She’s got a bookcase full!” he said, looking at her.
Sangita said nothing.
“That’s how we met, you know!” he started to say, as he flipped through some of the pages. “She was trying to reach for one in a WH Smith’s bookshop and I happened to see her and took it down for her.”
Sangita remained silent but was very embarrassed to have been caught reading BDSM books.
“She was married at the time, but her husband was strictly vanilla,” he continued. “Anyway we got chatting; I told her I was into this as well and the rest is history!”
She managed a smile at his openness.
Ross noticed the look of embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he told her. “There’s no need to be ashamed, lots of people are interested in this kind of thing. You only have to look at the numbers sold to realise that,” he laughed.
She smiled again, feeling a little better.
“I’ll drop some round next time I am passing if you want?” he told her.
Sangita thanked him, not really expecting him to keep his word, as he left.
Two days later Ross returned. Taking off his backpack, he delved inside and took out a handful of books. “Sandy says you can read these,” he said, handing them to her. “She would like them back sometime though,” he told her.
Sangita didn’t really know what to say, but she accepted them and thanked him out of courtesy. “Yes, of course, I will give them back,” she promised.
“There’s no rush,” he told her.
There was an awkward silence for a few moments as he stood there expectantly. She had just made some coffee and he was looking at her cup on the coffee table. “Would you like a coffee?” she asked him, feeling that it would have been ignorant of her not to offer, but hoping he would decline.
Ross thanked her and sat down on the settee. A few minutes later she joined him, sitting nervously a few feet away from him. “So how long have you been interested then?” he asked her.
Sangita didn’t really want to talk about it. It was personal and besides, girls from her culture never talked to men about sex unless they were married to them. She shrugged her shoulders, “Not long,” she replied, politely.
“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that I have been into BDSM a long time now, and if there is anything I can help you out with I would gladly.”
Sangita smiled.
“Sandy was like that at first – too shy to talk about it, but I took her out of her shell,” he told her.
Sangita began to feel a little more relaxed.
“I take it you are interested in it from the submissive angle?”
Sangita nodded.
“Well, a word of advice,” he said, “If you are going to take it from fantasy into reality, make sure you find the right person to help you. There are a lot of idiots out there who call themselves Masters or Mistresses and they don’t have a clue what they are doing. Sad thing is they can end up causing damage to others!” he told her.
Sangita nodded in agreement. “I don’t think I will ever take it that far.”
Ross sat back at ease and smiled. “Well if that’s what you want, then fine, but don’t live a life of regret. Find the right Dom and give it a try. If you like it, fine and if you don’t, well, leave it!”
His words made sense to her. “Had your wife done it before you met?” she found herself asking him.
He shook his head. “No, she had read lots of books about it but had never met anyone to try it out,” he told her.
“And you helped her?”
Ross nodded. “Yes, and I have been helping her and others ever since.”
“Others?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he replied. “I have two other girls as subs at the moment.”
“Your… your wife doesn’t mind?” Sangita asked, a little shocked.
“No,” he told her. “This is a lifestyle, you see, bit like a vocation, you practice it as you would, say, rally driving or skiing. We don’t see it as interfering in our relationship.”
“I see,” she replied. “So…so what sort of things do you do?” she asked him.
Ross was silent for a moment and then reached forward and picked up one the books on the table. “Well, I don’t see it as doing things. For starters it isn’t like the book, so don’t believe everything you read in these!” he told her. “It isn’t about pain and submission; beatings and torture,” he added as he turned sideways and rested his elbow on the back of the settee, to face her.
She looked up at him, totally absorbed in what he was saying.
“What I think it’s about and what I like to do is to explore people’s comfort zones and boundaries,” he told her. “BDSM to me is about finding where the comfort zone is and gradually pushing back the boundaries and stretching that zone. How it’s done and what is used to do it is irrelevant to me. A feather duster can be just as effective as a riding crop as far as I am concerned. At the end of the day it’s about the Dom and the sub getting sexual pleasure from what is being done and feeling comfortable about it all at the same time.”
Sangita said nothing, but she was starting to warm towards Ross. She no longer started to see him as a dirty old man. Although she felt his authoritativeness quite strongly, she no longer felt afraid.
“I’d like to help you, Sangita,” he said. “I see a lot of suppression in you, Sangita. You’re holding yourself back and I can help. I can help you develop your sexuality and bring it to the fore!”
Sangita could feel her face redden. Ross had exposed her.
“It’s okay!” he said as she started to speak. “No need to feel embarrassed. Openness and honesty is a vital ingredient between the Dom and sub.”
She still felt embarrassed all the same.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Sangita?” he asked her.
She shook her head.
“Ever had one?”
Again she shook her head, feeling even more embarrassed knowing that he knew she was a virgin.
“So Sangita, are you going to let me help?”
“I…I…I” she stammered.
“Why don’t I call round tomorrow at the same time?” he said, sensing not just her nervousness but realising that she was outside her comfort zone. “By the way, I recommend you read ‘The Awakening of Maria’. You will find it poignant as well as interesting!”
Ross left her not only feeling very nervous but also feeling sexual excited and guilty. Sangita loved her book (although to be honest it wasn’t really hers, it had been left under the bed by the last tenant). It was a book of short stories, all about young women exploring their submissive sexuality with the help of dominant older men. At nights she used to lie awake after reading and let her imagination run riot as she masturbated. Soon after starting the book Sangita quickly realised that she had submissive tendencies, but she never, for one moment, dreamed that she would ever experience all this in reality. Suddenly a man had come into her life, a man who was a real life Dom, a man who could help her. She was excited and yet she felt guilty. If her family ever found out that she was even thinking of such things, she would be branded a whore. Even having sexual thoughts if you were not married was considered terrible in her culture. Sangita spent an agonising night trying to suppress her sexual excitement and rid herself of guilt.
Ross had already planned in his mind what he was going to do with Sangita next day. He was very experienced at handling newcomers to the lifestyle. He had learned that the most important thing was to take things very slowly. Learning was a gradual process. There were disciplines to learn; shyness to overcome; likes and dislikes to explore, and of course there were boundaries to push back. He knew that Sangita was a shy, virginal girl. She would be a challenge, and a very interesting one at that.
“Did you read that book I recommended?” he asked her as they sat down, after she had made coffee.
“I’m about half way through it,” she told him.
“So what are the things that turn you on in the books then?” he asked her.
Sangita shifted awkwardly on the settee and shrugged her shoulders.
“Okay then, what sorts of things turn you off then?” he asked her, trying to draw her out.
“I don’t like the severe beating scenes,” she told him.
“As I said yesterday,” he told her, “you can’t believe everything you read in them. I don’t like those sort of scenes either,” he told her.
He sensed her starting to relax.
“Will you get me the book, please?” he asked her.
Sangita jumped up and went into her bedroom and brought the book to him. Ross flicked through some pages and stopped at a specific scene. “Read this out loud please, Sangita,” he said, handing her the book with his thumb on the page he had selected.
Sangita took the book and began to read aloud.
‘Maria stood before her Master, head bowed, wearing only her collar. It was the first time she had entered his presence naked. The Master walked slowly around her looking over her nakedness before settling back in front of her again. “Have you something for me Maria?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she responded before taking his hand and pressing it between her thighs.
“Is this mine Maria?”
“Yes Master.”
His fingers slipped between her cunt lips feeling the wetness from her excitement. “Mine to do with as I wish?” he asked.
“Yes Master.”
“And what else have you for me?”
Maria took his hand and lifted it to her breasts. “These Master.”
“Your breasts belong to me as well Maria?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she told him.
The Master smiled as he felt his erection swelling inside his trousers.’
Ross reached forward with his hand for the book. “Thank you Sangita,” he told her. “Can you picture yourself in Maria’s place?” he asked.
Sangita said nothing.
“Why don’t you pass me my backpack, Sangita?” He said.
Sangita got up and handed it to him. “I would like you to kneel, Sangita,” he said to her.
Sangita did as he asked, kneeling in front of him as he rummaged inside his backpack. “The first thing we need to do, Sangita, is get you collared,” he told her.
She looked up expectantly as he took two black leather studded collars from the bag. “The question is, Sangita, which is the one for you?”
Sangita looked slightly puzzled, as they both looked the same, but then she noticed that one had a word on it, spelt out in silver studs.
“Which one Sangita?” he said as he held them up for her.
Her eyes were fixed on the one that had the word ‘SLUT’ on it.
Suddenly Ross’s hand holding the plain one dropped, leaving the other dangling before her face. “I think this one is the most appropriate for you!” he told her.
Sangita felt a surge of sexual excitement run through her as she contemplated having to wear a collar that identified her as a slut. Ross saw the excitement in her eyes and tossed the other one onto the settee and spoke to her. “Let me put it on you.”
Sangita stretched her neck forward as he opened the collar out. Slipping it under her long hair, he fastened the buckle and then raised her chin with his hand so that he could inspect it. “Have you something to tie your hair, Sangita?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied as she stood up and left the room.
When she returned with an elasticated hair band, Ross was standing up waiting for her. Sangita stood in front of him and fitted it, making a ponytail of her hair. For a moment he just stood there looking at her, and then he walked around to her rear. “Always wear this for me, Sangita!” he told her as he adjusted it.
For a moment they stood in silence, Sangita facing the settee and Ross standing behind her. Then Ross spoke: “I think you know what I am going to ask you to do next, don’t you Sangita?”
Sangita visibly trembled. He didn’t need to ask if she understood him.
“I was going to leave it until next time, Sangita, but I think it’s best if we get this out of the way now!” he told her. “I also want to see how committed you are,” he added.
Sangita shifted awkwardly as Ross moved in front of her and sat down on the settee.
There was silence as she stood there with head bowed. Ross knew what must have been going through her mind. He had seen many women in a similar position of having to bare themselves in front of their Master for the first time. Sangita was different though; the others had experienced being naked in front of a man before. Ross opened his mouth to speak just as her hands went up to the buttons of the top she was wearing. Silently and with head bowed she undressed. First her top, then her jeans came off, followed by her bra and panties. She shivered as she stood before him with her hands resting in front of her groin.
Ross stood up and walked behind her. “I appreciate just how difficult that was for you, Sangita,” he told her as he took her arms by the wrists and pulled them to her sides, before moving in front of her.
He looked her up and down for a few moments, taking in her virginal beauty, before speaking again. “Can you remember what Maria did next, Sangita?”
She looked up at him briefly before looking down again. “Yes,” she said softly.
“What was that, Sangita?”
“She…she took his hand and held it against her breasts, telling him that they were his.”
“So?” he said.
Sangita reached for his hand and guided it to her breasts. “These are yours,” she said softly.
“These are yours what?” he asked.
“Master. These are yours, Master.”
“That’s better, Sangita,” he told her as he brought his other hand to her breasts and fondled them.
Sangita offered no resistance.
“They are beautiful breasts, Sangita!” He told her, “I shall always enjoy looking at them and touching them.”
Sangita remained silent.
“What else do you have for me, Sangita?” he asked her.
She glanced up at him briefly before taking his hands from her breasts and pushing them down against her groin.
“What is this, Sangita?”
“It…it’s my vagina Master!”
Ross smiled. “It’s called a pussy, Sangita, and it’s mine, not yours!”
“Sorry, Master.”
“So it belongs to me then, Sangita?” he asked as he slid his finger between her cunt lips.
“Yes Master.”
“Mine to do with as I please?” he asked as his finger found her opening.
“Yes Master.” She sighed as she felt his finger penetrate.
“Even to share with others, Sangita?” he asked. “Because I will share it, believe me!”
“Yes Master.”
His finger withdrew from her as he pulled his hand away and up to her chin. Lifting slightly, he made her eyes meet his. “Now, I am not going to be a brute and take your virginity just like that, Sangita,” he told her. “I am going to give you a little time to think about it and give it to me when you are ready. I will let you choose the timing,” he added.
“Thank you Master,” she responded.
He smiled. “You will find that I can be a harsh master, Sangita but you will never find me to be a brutal one.”
“Thank you Master,” she told him with a faint smile on her face.
“I want you to kneel now, Sangita!” he told her.
Sangita quickly got down on her knees. “This is how I want you before me each time we meet, Sangita,” he told her as he began to adjust the way she knelt before him.
A few minutes later she was sat back with her bottom against her heels, thighs parted and her hands resting on her thighs, palms upwards. Her head was bowed as he squatted by her side.
“This is your presentation pose, Sangita,” he explained. “You are offering your body to me for my pleasure and your thighs are parted wide to show me in particular what you are offering me. You also bow your head in shame because of the sluttish thing you are doing. Do you understand, Sangita?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, as his hand slid between her legs.
“This will have to come off and stay off, Sangita!” he told her, tugging on a few curls of pubic hair. “I don’t want my property covered in pubic hair. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
He reached up to her face and gently turned it sideways so she could face him. “I am very pleased with you, Sangita!” he told her. “I think we are going to have a very fruitful relationship,” he told her.
She gave a nervous smile.
“And are you pleased so far, Sangita?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she told him.
It was an honest answer as well. She was pleased. To the outside world it may have seemed strange that she should be pleased in such a situation. Kneeling naked like a whore before an almost total stranger; ready and willing to do anything he asked of her, even to the extent of giving him her virginity, may have seemed like anything but pleasure. But Master Ross had released something inside her; released a hidden source of pleasure and sexual excitement. Yes, the collar she wore was derogatory. It called her a slut, but she was a slut and she was proud of it. Sangita was proud to be his slut and it pleased her to be the source of her master’s pleasure, no matter what it would entail.
“Have you ever sucked a cock, Sangita?” he asked her, disturbing her thoughts.
She shook her head. “No Master!” she responded adamantly.
“It is considered disrespectful, Sangita, for a slave to leave her Master with an erection!” he told her as he stood up. “And I have an erection.”
Sangita glanced up. It was plain to see. She had seen quite a few bulging erections in her lifetime, but she had never touched one. She had also seen some naked erections in the past from books and magazines that her school friends had shared with her, but she had never seen one for real. She hesitated for a few minutes as he stood in front of her waiting patiently, before looking up into his eyes and reaching for his trouser belt. Her hands shook slightly as she unbuckled his belt. She could feel the tension and she could feel the hardness that lay beneath.
She remembered overhearing her mother talking to her older sister, on the night before her marriage, about what was expected of her on her wedding night. He mother’s voice faltered as she explained what would be happening to her, but she recalled most vividly now what her mother had told her sister about a man’s ‘thing.’ “Never on any account touch it. It is very bad for a woman to touch a man’s private parts!”
Sangita never felt bad as she pulled down his zipper and opened out his trousers; she just felt excited. She felt nervous, but never bad as she pulled at his trousers. She pulled them down all the way to his knees and then looked up at the tent-like pole in his briefs. Her hand hovered nervously over it for a few moments and then she took a deep breath and began to tug at the waistband of his pants. It seemed such an automatic reaction to reach up and hold it steady as it sprang from the restraints of the clothing. It felt strange to her; it was hard and yet soft to the touch; it was stiff and yet pliable in her hand. It also felt good. She could see the look of pleasure on her Master’s face and it made her feel good.
Her next reaction seemed instinctive as well as she opened her mouth and guided it to her lips. As it began to fill her mouth, his hand held the back of her head and pulled her deeper against him. She gagged momentarily as its huge head hit the back of her throat, but she was quick enough to pull back, with her lips clinging tightly to the thick shaft.
All this was new to Sangita, but with her Master’s help it all soon became very simple. With her hand wrapped tightly the bottom of the shaft and her lips tight around him, his hands pulled and pushed her back and forth. She was quick to understand that his pleasure came from the combined movements of hand and lips up and down his erection, and she soon got into a rhythmic routine that brought him moaning with pleasure. His hands gripped her head tighter, and he became more and more vocal in his receiving of the pleasure she gave him.
What she was not prepared for, though, was his cum. She knew what it was, but she had never seen it for real and she had certainly never experienced it. His loud groan and the sudden stiffening and jerking of his cock should have warned her, but she was unprepared for that first release of cum. As it suddenly filled the back of her throat, her automatic reaction was to pull away, and though it served to stop any more cum entering her mouth, it did not stop its release. It gushed against her face, splashing her cheeks and chin before trickling down onto her breasts and thighs. Sangita quickly gained an education in the process of male ejaculation. There was a look of shock on her face as well as one of surprise, but he reached down and picked up her top and handed it to her.
“That was very good Sangita!” he told her after she had cleaned herself.
“Thank you Master,” she told him. “I am glad that you have found pleasure in me,” she added.
He reached down and helped her to her feet and then kissed her, unsure of how she would react to the intimacy of a kiss. Sangita, however, responded by holding him close and keeping the kiss lingering.
“Is there anything else I can do to please Master?” she asked him as he broke away.
There was something else he wanted as he felt himself beginning to stiffen again. Sangita was quick to respond as she felt it against her stomach. “Perhaps Master wants…” she started to say as she held it in her hand.
“Are….are you ready yet Sangita?” he asked her, suddenly feeling nervous.
“You are the Master!” she reminded him as she kissed him. “Shouldn’t it be YOU telling me that YOU are ready?”
He looked at her with a sudden surprise.
“If…if…this is what you want!” he responded as he became fully erect.
She pressed herself against and kissed him again. “No, Master. I am here to serve YOUR desires!” she told him.
Ross reached behind and grabbed her bottom and pulled her against him. “You are one horny bitch!” he told her as he kissed her.
“No, Master!” she contradicted. “I am one horny slut! Your horny slut!”
“Bedroom NOW!” he shouted.
A smile lit Sangita’s face. “I hope Master has also brought something to punish his horny slut?”
There was a sudden sense of purpose as Ross rummaged in his backpack. Sangita looked on with wonderment as he pulled out a black leather paddle and a packet of condoms, before turning and leading the way not only to her bedroom but also to a new level in her sex education.
