Disclaimer
This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and
may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle
or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's
pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop
reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as
exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real
life.
If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments,
brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at
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Sex Education – Part IV

It was an amazing week. I was discovering sex, and Debbie was a
willing participant. She never refused me anything I asked her for. I
just could not get enough of her. On Friday we met as usual at about 6
in the evening on the school terrace. I sat with my back to the
parapet wall, and kneel was on her knees, doubled over and gently
sucking me. I loved this in particular, when she would suck me, not to
make me cum, but just to please me. There was no frenzy involved, it
was just an absent-minded suck. I would talk, she would stop sucking
and reply, and then go back to sucking. It was a nice moment.

She had been eyeing the box I had brought up with me. She had guessed
it was a gift, but hadn't asked me about it.

"I have a gift for you", I told her.

She stopped sucking and looked up at me.

"Really?"

"Hmm", I nodded. I gave her the box.

She unwrapped it, and on top was a velvet box. She took it out.

"Jewelery?" she asked me, on seeing the box.

"Kind of. Open it."

She unwrapped it, and took out the chair. It was a small chain, which
would go around her neck, but wouldn't be tight. The pendant was a dog
tag made in gold. She turned the tag towards her to read the words.

It read, "Owned by Kiran."

She looked at me and blushed. "Do I have to wear it all through the day?"

I nodded.

"But people will know about us then", she pointed out.

"Does that trouble you?"

"No. I will wear it with pride", she told me, then she undid the
clasp, and turned her back towards me. She placed the chair around her
neck, and waited for me to put the clasp on. After I had locked it in,
she turned to me and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you, Master", she
said with a smile.

"There is more", I told her.

She reached into the box, and took out another packet. She opened the
packet and held out the contents, "What is this?" she asked me.

"Stand up and take off your clothes. I want you naked", I told her.

She complied without questioning me. When she was bare as the day she
was born, I put on the chastity belt for her. The belt had tubes that
went into her cunt and her ass, so she would be able to perform her
calls of nature. But the inside of the tubes were lined with sharp
pins, so anybody trying an insertion would come out severely injured.

"You will not please anybody without my permission any more", I told
her once I had locked the belt on.

She looked down at herself, and felt the belt. It was thin and very light.

"The fabric is a reinforced material, stronger than steel. The only
way you can take it off without the key is to cut it with a flame
torch."

She was still feeling it.

"So only you will use me from now on?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. Only people I allow can use you from now on."

"Hmm", she nodded.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. I feel so … owned", she replied.

"So what are you going to tell Rajan and Meera?" I asked her.

Her face jerked up in surprise. "You know about them?"

"There are lots of things I know, but I want to hear it from you. So
tell me how it all started."

She sat down opposite me, sitting with her legs crossed, and
completely naked, except for the belt. She was silent as she collected
her thoughts. Then she began.

"I grew up pampered. I was always good looking and people found it
easy to pamper me. This ensured I was a spoilt brat. One day I was
being a real brat, and my cousin sister took me to the side and
slapped me. She went on to tell me what a bitch I was. All the while
that she spoke to me, she held my upper arm in a vice-like grip. I
didn't hear half of what she was saying as my cunt was inflamed. I
kept having orgasm after orgasm, and I couldn't show it. After she
finished she left me, and I collapsed to the floor. I reached under my
skirt and I was wet, dripping wet.

"Sometime later, I gathered up some courage and went to her. I told
her that I wanted to change, and wondered if she would help me. She
was quite curt and asked how I thought she would be able to help. I
hadn't really thought about what I would say to her, so my next words
just popped out of my mouth. I told her that she should punish me
whenever I acted like a bitch.

"She looked at me strangely, then slapped me. Then she slapped me
again, and again and again. Then she reached down and undid the string
of my salwar. With her fingers, she felt the bottom of my panties. I
was wet.

"She called me a slutty bitch and said she was going to enjoy it. From
that day on she used me for her pleasure, and I found my true place in
the order of things. Meera is my cousin."

I looked at the watch, it was time for dinner. I asked her to dress up
and we left the terrace. It was the first time we had been together
and never had sex. I didn't know it then, but my life was about to
change.
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