Harshita tried to have sex with her husband, she kept thinking back to her 1st encounter with the Master in her head and her the recent call video call still fresh in her mind, she thought she might get some satisfaction from her slightly smaller than avg husband, but his size and stamina (or lack thereof) left her unsatisfied. After cumming in her cunt within a minute or 2, her husband flopped his belly and fell asleep soon. Harshita took her phone and tiptoed to the bathroom and tried to relieve herself watching her first session and the pic of her submission. As she was about to cum, she screamed mentally "I AM READY MASTER!!" and came hard, letting out silent moans. She slowly took out her fingers from her juicy cunt. They were coated with a mix of husband's cum and her juices, and gave it quick suck. She remembered how her Master's precum was thicker than her husband's semen. She gave herself a quick wash and then promptly collapsed on the bed, still waiting for a response.
It has been a couple of days since her last call with her Master, Harshita went on with her boring life without break. In the evening, her phone chimed. She checked, it was her Master.
"Hello Harshita! Hope you are doing well! Your next session is scheduled for tomorrow noon, same hotel. This session will be longer than the last. Be there, dress properly this time."
During the dinner, Harshita told her husband that one of her friends is going abroad so they are all going to give her a farewell party.
The next day, after her husband and son left, Harshita got ready for her session with Master. Remembering how she disappointed Master by wearing a nighty for their video call, she compensated for it by wearing a sleeveless blouse with narrow straps along with a matching saree. Harshita bought this set for special occasions but thought it was too provocative, so never got to wear it. But now here she was, wearing it for someone other than her husband. She folded her pallu as narrow as possible then draped it over her left shoulder and covered the left strap. Then she sided her hair over the right shoulder and covered her right strap. At a quick glance, one could easily be mistaken thinking that Harshita was wearing a strapless blouse. Her mangalsutra draws the eye to her peeping cleavage. With her hair over her shoulder, her back was completely bare, except for the narrow strip of blouse, all the way to the small of her back. She put on some light jewelry, the gold contrasting with her darker skin. Finally she reapplied the sindoor on her maang.
Happy with her getup, she quickly threw on an overcoat and headed out for the hotel. After putting her car in the parking lot, Harshita got out of the car, took off her overcoat, then folded it over her forearm and headed to the hotel. On her way, she could feel the eyes of passersby on her, making her blush a little. Harshita mentioned her name at the reception and they pointed her to the reserved seat. She was a little surprised that Master hasnt arrived yet, though there was couple of minutes left till their scheduled time. Harshita took the seat facing away from the entrance of the dining room, her bare back facing the entrance.
It wasnt long when Harshita felt a warm hand glide up her back, sending a shiver down her body. She got startled a little to see it was none other than her Master. Harshita tried to stand as she greeted Him, but Master kept His hand firm on her shoulder as He greeted her back with a smile and urged her to remain seated. He had a good look at Harshita as he took his seat facing her.
"So Harshita, you look lovely today!" with a bright smile on his face.
"Thank you... Master" Nandiaka hesitated a bit before calling him "Master".
"Having second thoughts?"
"Uh... No Master... maybe a little...?"
"Do you want to back out?"
"No Master!"
With a lower voice "I thought you would be more fun than Priya, maybe I was mistaken..." fuelling her rivalry once again, Master observed her reaction
"But if you are still confused then by the end of today's session, you will decide whether you want to continue this or not. Do you have any doubts?"
"Not at the moment Master."
"Ok. lets finish our food first"
They had a light meal. The Master made some small talk to ease Harshita.
After they finished their meal, they slowly headed to the room. Master's Hand never leaving Harshita's back.
When they entered the room, Harshita saw it was more or less like the last time with a couple of additions, namely the various types of flogs and paddles lined on the bed and 2 chains with leather cuffs attached to them hanging from the ceiling of what appears to be the main shooting area. Utsav had just finished fixing the lights.
Harshita was lost in thought until Master snapped her out of it by calling her name. He briefly explained that the path of submission is through pain and pleasure. Then he handed her gala mask that she wore in the last session. Harshita put it on. Gaining a bit more confidence as the mask obscures her identity. Master gently guided her to the shooting area, facing the camera and made her kneel down with her hands behind her back.
"So Harshita, you are about to experience what you have to endure what being enslaved by me entails. Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes Master"
Master removed all his clothes except the underwear moved behind Harshita. He gave a signal and Utsav started recording.
"Today we have this beautiful South Indian Wife who came back after our previous session to begin her journey into the world of submission" Master glided his hands over Harshita's curves. He firmly held her wrist and put on the cuffs linked to the hanging chains. After securing her hands, he pulled a rope and stretched her arms to the side.
Harshita had heard about bondage but never bothered to look into it. The moment her hands were cuffed and spread apart, the immediate loss of freedom filled her with a sense of uneasiness.
Master pushed her hair back and dropped the pallu. "See this cheating whore? Wearing such a slutty and provocative outfit for someone other than her husband!" He grabbed her by the cheeks. "You love when people ogle at you dont you?" He pulled her hair, making her gasp a bit.
"Yes Master" Harshita answered, slutty yet shy.
"Then let's give people something to ogle at her" Master takes out a pair of scissors and slides it down Harshita's cleavage. The cold steel against her bare skin sent a tingle down her body. Before she could comprehend... SNIP she felt some pressure being relieved from her bust. Her blouse was cut open. Harshita was taken aback a little at such a blatant disregard for her clothing. But given how he desecrated her mangalsutra in the last session, this was nothing. 2 more quick snips and the shoulder straps were gone. Her blouse fell to the floor.
Master groped and kneaded Harshita's breasts.
"You are a shameless mother, arent you slut?" Master slapped her tits. Harshita didnt answer the question as she grunted a little from the slap to her tit.
"I asked you a question, bitch" with a hint of anger in his voice, Master pinched and pulled Harshita's nipple even harder, a few drops of milk dewed on her nipples.
"YES MASTER" Harshita answered in pain and shame.
Master scooped those few drops and gave them a lick.
"Dirty hucow, getting milked by a stranger."
He pulled her hair again
"How do you feel knowing one day your husband, son or any relative might be watching this video?"
"I will be very ashamed, Master!"
"Yet here you are, willingly submitting to a perverted stranger!"
Harshita didnt respond.
"And shameless bitches like you should be punished, am I right?" playfully slapping Harshita's face.
"Yes Master"
"And who is a shameless bitch?"
"I am, Master!"
Master slapped Harshita on her cheek.
"Here is your first lesson bitch. From now on, your name will be 'Mallu Cowslut'. when we are in private with me like we are now or if there are other people with us in session, you will refer to yourself as 'It' and if we are in public you will refer to yourself in third person as 'She' and will call me 'Sir', do you understand?"
Mallu Cowslut was the name Master came up with on the spot. Mallu- referring to her South Indian origin and Cowslut- because he just milked her breasts. And the 'It' to make her realize she is not a person to him but a mere object to be played by the Master. She knew, all this meant she will lose her sense of humanity when with Master. Even in public she will not have sense of self as she has to refer to herself in third person.
"I do, Master"
Another hard slap met Harshita's cheek. Tears pooling in her masked eye.
"STUPID BITCH! Say "IT understands, Master"." the Master staring right down her eyes.
"It understands, Master!" Harshita declared with conviction.
"Good girl! Master playfully patted Harshita's head and gave her a deep kiss.
The slaps and humiliation followed by the kiss made Harshita extremely aroused. She was dripping wet under the saree still wrapped around her waist.
The Master moved a bit to the side then yanked her hair to face the camera. "Look at this horny slut, who has a Master's degree, declaring herself a bitch on my command"
"Feel my cock, Bitch" Master, still in his underwear, moved in front of Harshita, his crotch inches away from her face.
Harshita lightly rubbed her face into Master's crotch, feeling his cock though the fabric.
"Get me harder" Master held her head and pushed Harshita's face more into his crotch. He grabbed her hair and began rubbing her face on his cock. She felt him getting harder and larger.
"Want to suck my cock?" Master pulled Harshita's hair and made her face him.
"Yes Master!" Harshita nodded.
"Then beg for it"
"It wants to suck Master's cock!" Harshita kept in mind to refer to herself with her new pronoun that Master bestowed upon her. The Master was definitely impressed by it but...
" Want? Not need?" The Master questioned. Harshita audibly gulped.
Master moved to the bed and picked up a flogger. And addressed the camera.
"This is why sluts like these come to me. They don't know what they want or need. And I am here to make them know their own body better."
"So tell me you stupid good for nothing slut, are you ready to experience pain?" The Master feathering the flog over Harshita's shoulders. Fear and uncertainty flickering in her eye.
"It... It is ready to experience pain, Master!" Harshita declared with a shaky voice.
"Everytime I give you something, whether it be pain or pleasure or anything else, you are to thank me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. It understands."
"Good. Now Count." the Master ordered Harshita.
Then the Master swung the flogger and struck Harshita's breasts. She let out a scream. This was the first time she was being treated like this. The leather straps felt rough on her nipples. Clenched her teeth and took a deep breath "One! Thank you, Master!"
Another strike.
"Two! Thank you, Master!"
