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Hello everyone. Sorry been away the last few months. I have been a bit busy in my chaotic life. This story is the continuation of the earlier part of the story. I hope you enjoy it.
I am back to share my experience over the past few days with my online girl, Manasa. All these while, she has become an excellent slut, expert is self spank, self slap and fingering herself.
Of course, the slap from self and another person is a completely different experience. But I was enjoying what I was able to see and enjoy.
What excited me was that I was enjoying her without seeing her face. Just her body and her actions have been enough. She always did everything I asked and was self-punished when she didn’t.
So, one fine day, I was to go to Bangalore for office-related work. I immediately informed Manasa that I would be travelling to Bangalore. If she is willing, we can meet. I have been in my hometown past few months, WFH.
Manasa: Omg. Nice.
Me: Let me know if you want to meet and maybe show me around.
Manasa: You mean, show ‘Me’ to you?
Me: Of course, that too.
Manasa: Done, let’s meet.
So, readers, Manasa works in Bangalore and stays in some PG. She is actually from Punjab. I have never seen her face. We never showed face in our online sessions.
So, I combined the office day with the weekend to have more fun with Manasa. I packed things that would be useful to deal with her. A dildo, handcuffs, rope, slap pad, and other things. I had a lot of things to do with her. I couldn’t wait to meet her.
I was excited when she offered to pick me up from the airport. I also purchased a gift for her and kept it in my luggage. I took a picture of my boarding pass to share my flight details and added the comment, “Be on time.”
She replied (heart smiley), “Always.”
So, after landing in Bangalore at 8:30 instead of 7, I was annoyed at the delay. I collected my luggage. Before exiting, I went to the washroom, transferred the gift to my handbag, and left the airport.
My eyes searched for her, and I began to guess if it was this girl or that girl, or this. Just as I stepped out the door, I heard someone calling me from behind, “Mr Roshan, Mr Roshan.”
I turned to see an Air India guy calling my name.
Me: Yes? I am Roshan. What happened?
Staff: Sir, please come this way, our manager would like to speak to you.
I followed him, and he asked me to wait near duty-free. I decided to buy some chocolates for Manasa. And then the staff came with a lady in a mask, who looked too young to be his manager.
She: Sorry, sir, I apologise for making you wait. Please accept this as a token of compensation.
She offered me an envelope. I knew about airlines giving 5-star hotel stays as compensation. I was excited to have a 5-star hotel to treat Manasa.
Me: (without opening the envelope) Thank you.
I began walking outside. I was more excited to meet Manasa.
Manager: I will accompany you out, sir.
She walked with me as we reached out. I am still searching for my girl and looking at the placards for my name.
Manager: Thank you, sir. Please open the letter. Sir. (sly smile)
I was still looking around to identify Manasa. I tried dialling her number. It was ringing, but no answer.
Manager: Sir, are you waiting for someone? Maybe I can help?
Me: Yes, I am waiting for someone, no worries, I will reach her.
Manager: Sure, sir, I will wait.
I tried calling again, and I got the same result. I realised maybe I had been stood up. Then I saw the envelope, thought, ‘I will at least enjoy the stay,’ and began opening the envelope.
Manager: Right then, sir, I will take your leave.
She walks away from the crowd and me towards the car park. I finally opened the letter. It is the signed contract document of agreement to be my slave. I turned the page, and it said, “Follow my randi ass if you accept me as your slave.”
I look up at her and see her turned behind, blushing, and continuing to walk ahead. I was in awe and slowly started walking behind her. Manasa is an airport staff in the night shift.
I followed her and reached her car alongside her. She knelt in between the cars and looked up.
Manasa: Sorry if I made you wait, sir. (and removes her mask)
She has a pretty face, cute long lips, with a dimple. I lifted her and squeezed her ass. Kissing her on her cheek and giving her a side hug.
Me: (whispers) Well done, girl.
Manasa: (excited) Thank you, sir.
We loaded the bags. I was hungry, and Manasa said she would stop for breakfast. We drove out of the airport, carrying on with our small talk. We reached the hotel and ordered the food.
I opened my bag and gave Manasa her gift. She was excited seeing that I got something for her.
Manasa: Shall I open?
Me: Yes, definitely.
She quickly opens the gift like a kid, is shocked, and quickly tries to hide the gift from public view.
Manasa: Really? A remote-controlled vibrator?
Me: Well. That’s me accepting you as my slut. And I should have control of you, shouldn’t I?
Manasa: (blushing) Yes, sir. You should.
Me: good. Open the box and wear them.
Manasa: (shocked) Now?
Me: Yes. Now.
She slowly opened the box, took the vibrator out put it in her pocket. She began to slide out of the table to get up.
Me: Where to?
Manasa: To the bathroom, I will put it in. (and tapped her pocket)
Me: Na. You are my slut. I want to see you do it. Wear it here itself, sit there and do.
Manasa was confused. Manasa was wearing a red skirt with black stockings, a white shirt and a red jacket, a typical young Air India staff.
Me: What are you waiting for? Do you want me to come over and put for you?
Manasa: (stammered) no no no sir. I will do it.
Manasa slowly takes the vibrator out and checks how to put it. She leans back to slide her hand side from her stomach. Just then, the waiter comes quickly with our food. She panics and re-adjusts herself.
After the waiter leaves, she tries again and quickly wears them inside. I gave a happy smile. She was now beginning to be excited about doing all this.
Manasa: That was a rush. I can’t wait to see how you will leave me.
Me: (smirks) Give me the remote. Let’s test if it is working fine.
I put the batteries properly while Manasa braces herself for the vibrator to turn on.
Me: (continuing to eat) You sure you wore it properly, right?
Manasa: (touching around) Yes. I think so. Is it not working? (worried)
I fiddle around with the remote, acting like it is not. Then suddenly turned on. Manasa shrieked and held the table. I quickly turn off the vibrator, too.
Manasa: (looks around) Sorry, sorry. Cockroach and points at the floor under another table.
She looks at me: That’s high power.
Me: Good.
I reduced the power and turned the vibrator again. Seeing her control and close her mouth tight and hold the table hard, I stopped again. I finished my food.
Me: You cannot handle such a small power for such a small time. How will you handle my roughness?
I slide out of the table and proceed to pay the bill. She quickly finished her food, got up, and followed me.
Me: I don’t think you can handle it. You wont be able to handle it.
I sat in the car. She quickly sat in the car and looked at me.
Manasa: No, sir. Please, sir, I can handle it, please sir. I can take it. (folds her hand and keeps saying please, please, please)
Me: Drive to this hotel. I am staying there.
She began driving her car. All the while, she kept saying please. I could see that she was disappointed as well.
Me: How can you handle it?
Manasa: Give me a chance, sir. One night. Tonight. I will be the best randi in the world, sir.
Me: Let me think.
She slapped herself on her right cheek and said, “See, sir. I can handle it.”
Me: OK. I will see you tonight.
Manasa: Yes, sir. Thank you. You will not regret it. (excited and happy)
And as we reached the traffic, I quickly turned the vibrator on. She was about to scream but held her mouth shut. She controlled her eyes and mouth shut forcefully and held the steering wheel with her hands.
I stopped after what seemed like a 45seconds. And she gave a big relief sigh.
Me: Good girl. Are you tired?
Manasa: No, sir. I want more. (and began driving)
As we were about to reach the hotel, she became conscious that she was wearing an airport dress and wanted to change.
Manasa: Sir, I live nearby. I will drop you off and then change and come.
Me: Nope.
She maintains silence and softly says OK. We reached the hotel. As she was getting down, with the valet in front of the door, I switched the vibrator on again. She fell back to the seat, holding her stomach and closing her eyes. I turn it off after about 10 seconds.
She took a moment, acted as if she was adjusting her face and searching for her mobile in the car and got down. The company had booked a room for me. I also had a room booked for Manasa in case she wanted to rest. Both rooms were adjacent, with a door inside to the rooms as well.
I locked the door after tipping the waiter to get my bags up. I went to the adjacent room from inside and saw Manasa. I grabbed her throat and pushed her to the wall.
Me: You are a naughty girl. Aren’t you?
Manasa: Yes, sir. I am your slut.
Me: Yes. (I put my tongue out to taste her lips softly.)
She also opened her lips, expecting a kiss. Instead, I give a few soft slaps across the cheeks with my free hand. And release her.
Me: How many times did I turn on the vibrator today?
Manasa: (quickly recounting) Sir 4 times.
Me: That means you get 4*5 times the punishment.
Manasa: (shocked) Why, sir??
Me: You are supposed to say thank you every time I give you something.
She realised she should have thanked you after getting the vibrator treatment. I immediately turned on the vibrator at high power and began to enjoy her reaction. She was not semi-shaking.
Her mouth opened, trying to gasp for air, eyes closed. Holding on the wall and table from falling.
Manasa: (in orgasmic stammer) Thank you sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
I loved seeing her reaction and was getting a hard-on. The vibrator was on for almost 3 minutes. When I felt she was reaching orgasm with her eyes closed and mouth gasping, I turned off the vibrator.
Manasa: (gasping) Thank you. Thank you, sir.
Me: You think you can handle more for the full night?
She calmed and stood upright, drinking the water bottle from the table. She said proudly, “Yes, sir.”
Me: Good girl. You will be punished for drinking water without my permission.
She quickly realised her mistake and closed her eyes, realising her stupidity.
I had some work and wanted Manasa to get fresh and get her dresses, etc. So, quickly before she went, I asked her to sit on the sofa and spread her legs. She sat on the sofa, raised her legs and spread wide. Her black underwear is shining bright with her white juice.
Me: Move the underwear side.
Manasa, quickly in that position, moved her underwear to the side. I saw the pink vibrator perfectly placed, and I turned on again. Manasa didn’t expect that. She dropped her legs and held the sofa arms to bear the vibrator for 10 seconds.
I dragged her by pulling her hair. I pulled her up and held her by her hair. She was looking at me with her neck stretched and leaning back. I teased her with my tongue, getting the occasional taste of her lips. Then, with my free hand, I grabbed her throat and whispered.
Me: You are going to get a lot of punishment. (gave her an evil look)
Manasa: (choking) What did I do now, sir?
I released her hair and pushed her to the wall, still grabbing her throat. I went closer to smell her hair and softly bit her right earlobe. Slowly moving my free hand down her crotch, I slid inside her skirt. She closed her eyes to experience and enjoy.
Me: (chokes harder) Look at me, bitch.
She opens her eyes, looking at me. I could see that she was enjoying it. And with my fingers, I push aside the vibrator and feel her wet pussy. She is wet as fuck. I remove my hand and bring it to her mouth.
I play with her tongue with the finger and have her licking and slowly sucking my finger. I release her and wipe my fingers with her white shirt inside her jacket. While wiping, I feel her nipples hard and her soft boobs.
Me: You will be punished for closing your legs when I wanted to see the vibrator.
Realising she has a lot of punishment to receive, Manasa looks downs and says, “Yes, sir.”
Also, I see the clock and realise it’s 11, and I have to get to the office.
Me: I have to go to the office now, you get your clothes and whatever you need. Come back here and sleep. I will come back as soon as work is done.
Manasa had a disappointed look and said, “Yes, sir.”
Me: What happened? Why sad?
Manasa: I didn’t get to taste anything, sir.
Me: Don’t worry. (slaps her ass and squeezes) You will get everything and more. (gives a kiss on her cheek).
She nodded her head.
Me: Get a saree, pencil dress, swimsuit or lingerie and get some clothes to go out.
Manasa: OK, sir, I have already packed. I will add a saree and get it.
OK, let go. I put my arm around her and bring her head close. She kissed her forehead, said, “You should have kept the bag in the car,” and walked out.
Manasa: Drop you to the office, sir?
Me: I have the hotel car with me. You go to PG and come. Get your duty dress also if you have to go.
Manasa: No sir, on leave for the next 5 days. All yours. (winks)
I have a big, happy smile on my face. We disperse, with me going to the office, excited to see what tonight holds. And she went to her car to experience tonight.
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