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This is the continuation of the previous story on the following day. I will be narrating this story from a third-party perspective.
It was a bright morning, and Roshan received a message from his new slut Manasa.
Manasa: good morning, sir.
Roshan replied, “Good morning, slave. I know you are new to this world. I will be exploring your limits and pleasures with you.”
Manasa shivered, knowing what was in store ahead. That’s exactly what she wanted.
Manasa replied, “Yes, sir.”
Sir: Did you enjoy yesterday?
Manasa: Yes, sir, I did.
Sir: Good, like we did yesterday. I like talking will talk you through how I want you to be pleasured and how you should behave with me.
Manasa was excited about getting instructions. She loved that.
Manasa: Yes, sir. I’d be very interested.
Sir: Good, wait for me tonight.
Both went about their daily routine. Manasa waited impatiently, excited about what was in store. Roshan went about his office work and planned his routine for his new slave.
Sir: Hello, little one.
Manasa: Hello, sir.
Sir: You have been a very good girl tonight. Shall we continue?
Manasa: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir
Sir: What are you wearing right now, little one?
Manasa blushed.
Manasa: Nothing, sir. It excites me more.
Sir: Mmmm. I take it you are alone?
Manasa: Yes, sir
Sir: I want you to go to your dresser and get your sexiest set of matching bra and panties and bring them back to me, little one. Understand?
Manasa: Yes, sir.
Manasa’s heart stopped. Did she even have any? She wracked her brain. Wait! She had that one pair of silk panties and a nice black bra. Hopefully, that was good enough. She needed to get sexier clothes.
Manasa: I have them, sir
Sir: What style of panties, little one?
Manasa: Regular silk panties, sir. I’m not sure what else to call them.
Manasa felt a little ridiculous. Shouldn’t she know this as a girl?
Sir: Ah. So a regular bikini cut
Manasa smiled. Why was she freaking out? He was understanding.
Manasa: Yes, sir.
Sir: I want you to lay your bra and panties out on your bed or desk and take a picture of them for me. I want to see what you will be wearing for your master tonight. Understand, little one?
Manasa smiled. She could do that. That was easy.
Manasa: Yes, sir
Manasa quickly laid out her bra and panties to make the picture appealing. When she was satisfied, she snapped a picture and uploaded it. She waited. She hoped it was sexy enough.
Sir: Mmmm. Very sexy. It’s simple yet elegant. This pleases me, little one.
Manasa let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
Manasa: Thank you, sir
Sir: Daily, I want you to share your clothes pictures before you wear anything. I must know what you are wearing at all times. Understood?
Manasa: Yes, sir, understood!
Sir: Imagine walking over to you as I kiss your neck from behind. Running my hands down your back and side and across your stomach
Manasa: My stomach is very sensitive, sir. I jump a little from your touch.
Sir: Reach between your legs to examine how ready you are for me.
Manasa: I open my legs wider to help. I am very wet, sir
Sir: Yes, you are. And your clit is swollen, isn’t it? Your outer lips protrude like a wet whore.
Having him describe her in that fashion made Manasa blush. Her clit was swollen and wet, as described by sir.
Manasa: Yes, sir.
Sir: You should show me now.
Manasa blushed. But she wanted to please him. She quickly wore a shawl covering her face to click the pic. Manasa struggled with the picture. She wanted to take a good picture, showing him everything he desired. But it’s an awkward angle. She finally decided on one and sent it.
Sir: Mmmm. So sexy.
Manasa blushed again. She was just so happy to please him. He was making her BDSM experience a memorable one,
Sir: you see how the skin tone is different around your lips, slut? It means you are very sensitive. So many nerve endings are there, and you will be easy to finger.
Manasa looked at her pussy, amazed at how accurately sir observed and noted.
Manasa: Yes, sir. I see it
Sir: How do you feel looking at your pussy, knowing I’m also admiring it?
Manasa’s stomach had butterflies, and she blushed. She liked it.
Manasa: It makes me blush, sir.
Sir: You are my whore and my beautiful randi, aren’t you? (I place my palm along your cheeks)
Manasa: Yes, sir, I am your randi and dirty whore. (I bend my face to feel my full cheeks on your palm)
Sir: Do you have any toys there?
Manasa: Yes, sir. I have an old vibe.
Sir: Very nice. I will help you unleash your inner slut, and make you my bitch.
Manasa: Thank you, sir
Sir: You feel it in your stomach, don’t you? The desire and passion?
Manasa couldn’t agree more.
Sir: How did the term slut make you feel?
Manasa: It made me blush, sir. But I also want it.
Sir: Now, little one, I want you to get a hairbrush with a handle and two clothes pins or something with clips. Understand?
Manasa: Yes, sir.
Manasa blushed. She had bought wooden clothespins earlier that day because Manasa wanted to try them on her nipples. Looks like sir was going to beat her to it. Manasa sent a picture of the clothespins and the hairbrush.
Sir: They are perfect for my whore. Pull on your nipples from behind, pinching them with my fingers as I kiss your neck. I can feel those nipples nice and hard. Are your nipples erect, slut?
Manasa stopped pinching her nipples to take a look.
Manasa, Yes, sir. Very much so.
Sir: Show me, slut.
Manasa took a picture from the top of her breasts facing towards and capturing her lower body. She wanted sir to see how erect they were.
Sir: Your body is fucking perfect. It pleases me greatly.
Manasa smiled. She was happy to please, sir.
Manasa: Thank you, sir. You’re making me blush.
Sir: Reaching around and clipping the pins on your nipples. Feeling your body twitch with slight pain
Manasa reached down and grabbed the clips. She took her first nipple between her pointer finger and thumb. She brought the clothespin up with her other hand to replace her fingers.
Manasa hissed at the pain. But she found it also felt good. She repeated the procedure on the other nipple. Manasa took a deep breath. It felt good, but it also hurt. She wished she were restrained. It would take away some of the desire to pull them off.
But Manasa was a good girl. She kept them on. She wanted to readjust them multiple times, but she waited for sir. Manasa took a picture and sent it to sir.
Sir: How does that feel?
Manasa: It stung a little, but I’m getting wetter, sir.
Sir: Good! Let’s go down to your pussy!
Manasa blushed. She loved the feeling.
Sir: Bending you over my lap as I softly take your pussy juices and rub your clit around.
Sir moved through Manasa. She took her fingers and rubbed her juices all around her clits. She loved it.
Manasa: it feels so good, sir
Sir: penetrating you with only the tip as I circle with my other finger
Manasa followed. It was so hard for her not to push in any further. But she was a good girl. She would obey. She didn’t want punishment on day 1.
Sir: Putting my finger all the way in your tight pussy.
Manasa immediately shoved her finger in her pussy. She loved the feel of it, and she loved being told how to do it. She started breathing heavier and moaning.
Manasa: It’s making me moan, sir
Sir: I grab the brush and put it in your mouth.
Manasa obediently grabbed the brush and began sucking on it.
Sir: You know where this is going, don’t you, slut?
Manasa: Yes, sir. I think you want to fuck my pussy with the brush.
Sir: Are you ready to receive it there?
Manasa’s breathing picked up. She was so ready!
Manasa: Yes, sir. Please
Sir: Inching it into you as you lay across my lap
Manasa had to inch the brush in slowly and not just shove it up her pussy. But she stayed controlled. Sir wanted to inch the brush, so that’s what was happening.
Manasa took a picture of the brush handle up her pussy, with her asshole also visible. She felt dirty, but it felt so good!
Sir: Pulling on your clip with one hand and pumping the brush in and out of you slowly with the other
Manasa started the manipulations. She had to moan and feel the pleasure.
Sir: Such a good girl. Those panties…They never got on, did they slut?
Manasa stopped to respond, her breathing heavy.
Manasa: No, sir.
Sir: Stuffing them into your mouth.
Manasa bunched up her panties and put them in her mouth.
Sir: And taking them out.
Manasa obeyed, but she was confused. What was sir doing?
Sir: I want you to stuff them into your pussy, slut. I want to see a video clip or watch you on cam as you fill your pussy with your panties.
Manasa wasn’t sure about the cam, but she knew she could do the video clip. She wanted to please sir. She wanted him to see what he was doing to her.
Manasa: I will take a video, sir. It makes me blush, but I want to do it for you.
Manasa set up her phone to take a video, and then she started. She went about it slowly. She had never done this before, which was much different than anything she had ever done. She kept her legs spread wide because she felt so full.
Manasa finished stuffing the panties and ended the clip. Then she sent it to sir.
Manasa: Sir, between the clips, my panties, and the hairbrush, I feel so many sensations!
It took a moment for sir to respond. Manasa assumed he was watching the video clip.
Sir: Good slut, you are doing good, girl. You feel so full, don’t you slut?
Manasa: Very full, sir
Sir: Have you ever stuffed your panties before like this, randi?
Manasa: No, sir. I’ve never done anything like this. You are making me like a dirty whore, and I love it.
Sir: It’s a different kind of sensation, isn’t it?
Manasa: Yes, sir
Sir: Tugging on your clips occasionally, reminding you who is in control, slut.
Manasa tugged on the clips. She was afraid of it being painful but was pleasantly surprised to feel mostly pleasure.
Sir: I am ready to start allowing you to cum soon, slut.
Manasa smiled.
Manasa. Thank you, sir
Sir: Do you have headphones?
Manasa’s breathing sped up. Was she ready for this? It’s just a voice. It’s fine, she thought to herself. Try right before you’re ready, heightening the senses, Manasa remembered.
Manasa: Yes, sir.
Manasa thought for a moment. But were they in her room? There’s no way she could walk out of her room!
Manasa: But they’re not in my room.
Manasa hoped he wouldn’t push it. She would do it for him, but she was nervous.
Sir: I will watch you in that position on cam while I talk you through using your toys and accessories to cum. Understand?
Manasa took a deep breath. This was not a question. It was an order. She was scared to disobey it on day 1.
Manasa: Yes, sir
Manasa tore apart her room (panties, clips, and hairbrush still in place), trying to find headphones. She sighed in relief when she found a pair on her desk underneath a few papers. Now she wouldn’t have to risk leaving her room.
Stepping back in front of her computer, Manasa angled her camera to get everything but her face. She was displayed for sir to see. The thought made her excited.
Sir: Call me when you are ready, bitch.
She immediately dialled him. She could hear him but not see him. The voice wasn’t what she expected. It wasn’t what she imagined. But it was him. It was, sir. And that made it perfect. She couldn’t pretend this was a daydream anymore. This was real.
Manasa tried to say ‘hello, sir’, but nothing came out. Her throat was so dry from nervousness, and she had butterflies in her stomach.
“Randi?” Sir questioned.
“Hi,” Manasa managed in a breathy whisper. She wished she could have said ‘hello, sir’, but her voice was not cooperating.
“Your body is so fucking hot, like the perfect dirty whore,” sir commented.
Manasa’s breathing increased. “Thank you, sir,” she managed in a still, breathy voice.
“Pull out your panties,” sir ordered.
Manasa obeyed. She started pulling them out slowly, trying to move in a way that would not block them from the cam. The sensation was something she had never experienced before. It was difficult to explain. The fabric pressed against parts of her pussy, but there was no uniform feel to it.
The panties were removed, and the fabric slid over the areas freed earlier, creating another sensation. Manasa was almost upset when the last of her panties were freed from her pussy.
“Now put the panties in your mouth,” sir ordered. Manasa obeyed. “My whores should know what they taste like.”
Manasa nodded but realized the camera wasn’t pointed at her face, so she mumbled something that she hoped resembled ‘yes, sir’.
Sir: Remove your panties. It’s time to use your vibe.
Manasa removed her panties, still placing them in front of the camera but off to the side. Then she eagerly grabbed her vibe, waiting for instructions.
Sir: Remove the hairbrush and put it in your pussy.
Manasa slid the vibe in her pussy. Until it was all the way in.
Sir: Work it back and forth.
Manasa did so slowly.
Sir: Faster slut!
Manasa pounded herself for all she was worth. There were so many sensations going on!
“Stop,” sir ordered. “Remove a clip.”
Manasa stopped pumping the vibe inside of her and moved to her left nipple. She had expected it to hurt, so she braced herself. She removed the clip. She arched her back as the clip came off, but the pain wasn’t as bad as she thought.
The throbbing of her nipple added to the sensations she was feeling. She liked it.
Sir: Continue pumping my cock in and out of you, then pull the other clip off.
Manasa picked back up with her vibe. She loved that he called it his cock. It made her blush. It reminded her that he was operating through her. He was controlling her.
She pulled the second clip off and arched again. And again, the pain was replaced with a throbbing that she loved.
“Thrust harder! My cock is going so hard into you. It’s going to release its load inside of you.”
Manasa pounded herself harder, with encouragement from sir.
“Are you ready to cum, slut?”
Manasa stopped. She was turned on but not there yet. Be upfront. Tell him what you need.
“Can I play with my clit, sir?” Manasa breathed out. She was still furiously pounding the vibe into her, knowing it was pleasuring herself and sir.
“Haha! What a slut you are!Yes. Play with your clit, slut,” sir replied.
Manasa took her other hand and attacked her clit. She started arching her back, and her body was shaking.
Sir: Tell me when you are going to cum.
“Yes, sir,” Manasa managed to breathe out. But Manasa was so lost in the sensations that she didn’t know when that would be. She pounded more as sir was talking to her.
“Look at all your juices. They’re covering you. Just like a whore. If you want, I will capture the screen for your reference.”
Manasa wanted to know how she looked and wanted to savour this moment. And said out loud: Yes sir, capture this moment. Show me what a randi I am.
Manasa was still pounding away when her muscles contracted, and she felt juices flow out of her pussy. Shit, she thought to herself, did I just cum? This feels so different from normal!
She felt a little guilty that she couldn’t warn sir. But she would strive for better if there was a next time.
Manasa picked right up, unsure of anything other than her desire to please sir. She was breathing so heavily that she wasn’t sure her voice would work. But she heard sir saying, “Don’t stop. Continue pounding.”
This spurred Manasa on to thrust harder. This time she felt it coming more. Her lower body was shaking. But all she could say was ‘fuck, sir.’ or ‘yes, sir.’ her orgasm washed over her a second time, but she stopped thrusting after a little bit.
“Did you cum?” sir asked.
Manasa smiled, trying to catch her breath a bit. “Yes, sir,” she breathed out. “Yes, sir, like a slut,” she repeated.
She was afraid sir would be mad at her for not warning him, but he had made a mental note to punish her later.
Sir: Very good, bitch. It’s time to get something to eat and drink. I will call you in 1 hr.
“Yes, sir,” Manasa said, still trying to catch her breath.
Sir exited the video call. Manasa frowned. Did they all end abruptly after everyone got off? But then Manasa looked at the chat window and smiled. He was typing.
Sir: You are a good bitch.
Manasa: Thank you, sir.
Sir: See you in an hour.
Manasa’s heart raced. She was waiting and quickly ordered food for herself. Tonight was one of the best by far. She hoped he enjoyed it and would take care of her. He was kind but controlling. He was interested in exploring with her. Tonight, he just made Manasa happy.
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