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 bentspoon@excite.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Training Shikha - 2 Legends: BDSM, Consensual, M/F, Oral "Take your daughter and prepare her as if it were her bridal night", I told Sunitha. "Yes Master", she humbly replied and led her daughter away up the stairs. I took a moment to reflect on my life and the implications of these new developments. I couldn't believe that I had been Carte Blanc with these women. This was a dream come true. I waited impatiently for my "bride" to be made ready. It took quite a bit of self-control to avoid running up and taking possession of her. I spent the time daydreaming about the things I would do to her. It was almost an hour before Sunitha came back down. "Is she ready?" I asked her. "Yes Master." "Time out", I told her. "Until I say so again, you are not a slave." "Thank you", she said sitting down opposite me. "Tell me honestly how all this feels", I asked her. "Well it had to happen. I knew it all along. I was a nymphomaniac, and knew it very early, even if I didn't know the term." "So who was your first man?" "Jai", she said naming one of her cousins. "Wow! Never thought him to be sexy." "He used to fuck me well into my marriage. Until Raj "discovered" me. Then it stopped. Later Raj would allow me to sleep with Jai, more because it excited him to know that his wife was a slut." "I was always turned on by you. Just never had the guts to approach you." "The feeling was mutual. I mentioned it to Raj a number of times. It used to thrill me when you asked me for something, anything. It could be something as simple as asking me to get you a glass of water. My cunt would shiver. But Raj was not sure about how you would take it. We have often wanted to get in touch with you after the divorce to take things forward. But somehow it never worked out. I can say now that it was our loss. We lost some possibly wonderful moments. We have lots to catch up on." "That we do. But right now I am wondering about the slut waiting for me up there", I said indicating the bedroom. "I knew you would want her as a bride. So I brought my bridal clothes. She is all decked up. You will not know how glad I am that you will be in-charge of her." "Why?" "Well, I normally would not have said this, but I have Raj's permission, so I will. Raj isn't the perfect master. He still has some part of society inside me. Until we came here today, I was not sure about you either. But after talking to you and seeing the way you spoke to Raj, I know that you will give her everything she needs." "What about you?" "What about me? I am almost at the end of my years. I am just glad that I got what I got. Maybe if we had started this earlier, I would have yearned for more." I nodded, thinking of what might have been. "Oh! I forgot. Can I go up for a moment?" "Sure" She went up and came back almost immediately. She held out a bank debit card for me. "Raj will put in a monthly maintenance amount. He wanted you to know that he doesn't care if his daughter benefits from it. It is for you to decide." I took the card. "Take off your clothes", I said sternly. "Yes Master", she replied, reading the change in tone perfectly. She stood up and stripped without hesitation or thought. I looked at her, and studied her full body. Her breasts stood proud and defiant, almost like they were challenging age and gravity. "What size are you?" I asked her. "34D" Her stomach was flat, and the wide well-like navel accentuated the tightness of her stomach muscles. Her hips flared out, promising many easy childbirths. It was the body of a woman in her prime. "You will bear my child." "It will be an honor Master." "Go prepare your daughter, I will be up soon." After she left, I allowed myself to relax. I was learning that this Master shit was not going to be simple. I finished the smoke and then went up. Shikha was draped in a blood red saree. As was the norm for a traditional Indian bride, she was decked up in gold ornaments. It was obvious that Raj and Sunitha had prepared for this eventuality. I felt ashamed that I was being so predictable. I decided I would have to do things more deliberately henceforth. It was no fun being guessed. As soon as I walked into the room, Shikha came and touched my feet. This again was a very traditional Indian custom, where the bride asks her groom to bless her. "Leave us now", I instructed Sunitha. Sunitha closed the door behind her as she left us. I went up to Shikha and began to undo her clothes. She stood patiently as I pushed and tugged until I had her completely naked except for her chastity belt. As soon as I unlocked the belt her hand went to her cunt. She was furiously stimulating herself. I looked at her questioningly. "I'm sorry Master, but I just need to keep touching myself." I nodded and proceeded to light a cigarette. I casually watched her touching herself. Then in one sudden swoop I crushed the cigarette end on her hand. The scream was instantaneous. "What lesson did you just learn?" "I should not touch myself", she said between sobs. "Is that all?" "Yes Master." There was nothing amusing about the slap I landed across her cheek. "Correction. You will not touch yourself, or do anything else without my explicit permission. Understood?" She nodded from the floor where she had fallen. "What did you understand?" "That I should never do anything without you permission." "Stand up" She complied. "Bend over", I told her. Again she complied without hesitation. I checked her asshole. It was nice a loose. It would be easy to penetrate. "Raj fucked you in the back?" "Yes sir." "How often?" "Not very sir." "But you are very loose." "That is because of the daily enema sir." I nodded. I sat on the bed. "Clean my feet", I instructed her. She knelt in front of me. Gently she took my foot in her palms and began to litter it with kisses. Then she began to lap at the upper surface of the foot. After she has encased it with her saliva, she moved to the sides and then to the sole. As her tongue traversed the length of my sole, I felt the most wonderful feelings course through my body. Next she moved to my toes. Taking each one in her mouth, she sucked at it and then moved to the next. Finally she licked clean the webbing between the toes. She repeated the same process on my other foot. "May I bring some warm water, Master?" she requested. I nodded in agreement. She went into the bathroom and returned with a bucket half-filled with warm water. She undid her hair and dipped it into the water. Then she proceeded to clean my feet with her hair. Gently she wrapped her warm, wet hair around my feet and pressed the warmth on to it. Then she dipped her hair back in the water and washed it before returning to clean my foot again. I had imagined a lot of erotic things in my life, but this was far out. It was amazing. Once she was through, she looked up at me and asked, "Is there any way in which I may please you sir?" I just had to fuck her then. "Come to bed", I told her. She stood up and returned the bucket to bathroom. "Would you like to relieve yourself before going to bed sir?" "No. Not immediately", I told her. She sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes on my penis. "May I taste it sir?" "Do you like the taste of penis?" "Oh yes sir! I just love the taste and feel of penis in my mouth." I smiled at her. "May I touch it sir?" "Go on" She reached out and softly touched my penis. Running her fingers along its length, then moving down to the balls. "Can I say something sir?" "Go on" "It is very beautiful." "Thank you" "Please sir, may I taste it?" "No. Ride it. Let's see how strong your muscles are." She straddled me, and slipped my penis into her. She began to slide back and forth. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, her lips parted letting out soft moans as my penis touched her at all the right places. "How was it to fuck your father?" "Strange at first sir", she replied without breaking her rhythm, although her words were a bit labored. "But then I got used to it. Plus, once he put the belt on me, I had no choice." "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes. Very much. Isn't there something wonderfully sexy about forbidden things?" "Faster" She increased her tempo. Her wet hair clung to her face, mixing with the sweat that was beginning to form. Her hands held my hips, and she began to pump in earnest. I kept my body loose. She struggled to get a tighter grip on the shaft of my penis. It was slick with the mixture of my pre-cum and her juices. Her grunts were loud, and her breathing was labored. "Don't slow down till I cum." She kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the business at hand. I reached out and picked up a cigarette. I wanted to last as long as possible. As I lit the cigarette she paused to position her legs to get a better purchase. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "I told you not to slow down." "I'm sorry sir", she said breathlessly and resumed her hand pounding. I blew smoke rings on to her face. Her forehead was spotted with beads of sweat. They clung to their positions for as long as then could, and then rolled down her face. Some of it rolled till her eyebrows. There they collected before rolling on to her eyelids and into her eyes. Some trickled down her cheeks. At times falling off the edge on to her breasts, at other times flowing to her lips. Her upper lip was also littered with beads of sweat. Her breasts and torso shone bright as the sweat reflected the light. Her hips pumped mechanically. With each breath her nostrils flared, straining to catch every bit of air. Her chest puffed up as her lungs struggled to keep up with the requirements of her body. She exhaled through her mouth. I am but a man, all this only served to heighten my excitement. "Take it in your mouth", I told her, as my ejaculation seemed imminent. She slid off me, and lay stomach-down between me legs. Her fist pumped my organ, and her mouth waited open and ready to receive my offerings. The sperm shot out in spurts. Most of it landed inside her mouth, the rest on her face. She kept pumping till there was none. "I want to see you swallow", I told her. She nodded, as she sucked my head. Then she got off the bed and knelt beside me, holding her mouth open. She used her fingers to wipe the cum from her face and shepherd it into her mouth. She continued to hold her mouth open and then asked, "Can I 'allow?" I nodded. She swallowed the cum in one go, and the held her mouth open for me to inspect. "Good girl", I said patting her on her head. "Now go see if your mother has got dinner ready for us." She walked away naked, leaving me with a warm afterglow. Life was certainly looking up, I thought as I lit up another cigarette. It was about half an hour later that she returned saying that dinner was served. There was just one place set on the table. Both the women stood by to serve me. As she served me the rice, Sunitha asked, "May I speak sir?" "Go on" "Did my daughter please you well?" "Hmm, yes. To an extent. We need to tighten her cunt muscles. Within three days I want her muscles strong enough to be able to pick up a pencil, hold it between her lips, and walk the length of the living room." "Yes Master. It shall be as you wish." The rest of the meal was finished without any further conversation. Once I was finished I help up my fingers. Sunitha sucked and licked each finger clean, before offering me the finger bowl. I placed my fingers inside the bowl and waited. She then cleaned my fingers and dried it for me. "The two of you will eat on the living room floor, in front of the television. Put your food in a large bowl. The bowl will be on the floor. You will both hold your hands behind your backs and eat directly from the bowl." "Yes sir. Do I understand correctly that we will both eat from the same bowl, at the same time?" "You understand correct." "Yes sir." "Put my leftovers, including the bones into the bowl. I want the bowl clean and spotless when you are finished. From tomorrow, you will serve all the food on my plate. That is food enough for the three of us. The two of you will eat whatever I chose to leave back for you." "Yes Master." I settled down in front of the television. Sunitha brought the bowl and placed it on the floor. Both mother and daughter got down on their knees and bent forwards. They began to eat off the bowl. Their heads butted a couple of times before they figured it out, and shared the bowl. Sunitha buried her face into the bowl, grabbing the food by her lips and teeth. Shikha on the other hand chose to lap the food from the bowl. I went and got my handycam, and filmed the mother-daughter duo eating off the bowl like bitches. Mother fully dressed, and daughter fully naked. I was looking forward to spending the night with Sunitha. A very old fantasy was about to come true. To Be Continued… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------