Prabu obediently was sucking away on Goddess Glitter's plastic schlong, the biggest she had.
He hoped she wasn't upset with him, but even the great job he was doing with the slurping didn't seem to get a smile on her face.
"Enough!"
Glitter grabbed Prab's mop of ink black hair and pulled him off the dildo.
It was such a gorgeous thing, hanging from the belt around her waist, but whatever.
"Tell me more about this arranged marriage nonsense."
But of course Glitter knew.
She'd lost three Nepalese submissives to arranged marriages. Surinder had been a female sub, and Dwali and Prakesh male, but they'd all been profitable and very generous.
A pediatric surgeon, a paint manufacturer, and an owner of twelve -count em!-7-Eleven convenience stores, and five movie theaters...
And now she would be losing a molecular engineer.
Indian men fuck around, but not usually after the wedding!
Glitter whacked Prab across his back as he hurriedly straightened up.
"Doesn't your mom know that I got you off cigarettes?"
"Glitter, all Indians chain smoke."
"And I beat your ass until you lost seventy pounds."
"And my mother thinks I am a poor eater now."
"I got you to give up cocaine and prostitutes and Seconal and Oxycontin-"
"Mother didn't know about them."
"Maybe I should tell her."
But she knew that Prabu's mother was a control freak.
He was 29, and he lived at home, and she demanded he be in by nine during the week and twelve-thirty on weekends.
Jesus. Glitter used to LEAVE the house at midnight when she was in middle school.
Once, Glitter had kept Prab out till two a.m. partying, and he'd burst into tears, wondering if his mother had committed suicide waiting up for him.
But she'd never charged him rent and board, and all that extra cash had fallen into Glitter's coffers.
And she knew that he basked in her thrall.
She'd stolen him from Mistress Helix, and Helix was hot stuff!
Now she had to figure out how to hold on to her strategic long-term investment.
One thing she still had was the chastity belt. He was locked in it.
Malcolm, Glitter's husband, was a colonel in the Air Force, and stationed in Afghanistan.
Glitter had locked Mal in a chastity belt before he'd left the first time, and he only got to orgasm when he came home on leave.
Malcolm was terribly jealous of Glitter's non-slave lovers.
Still, he was infuriated that she had this obsessive attachment to rich Nepalese types like Prab. But a military man only made so much money.
Glitter greatly enjoyed Mal's anguished e-mails about how horny he was.
But the messages were often tinged with the jealousy he felt about her other chastity slaves.
But Mal's complaints made her realize how much power she had in the femdom relationship.
Prabu had shown up tonight, and presented Glitter with her usual tribute.
She'd given him a harsh spanking after discovering he'd gained a pound and a half, and then came the oral rape.
Normally, Prabu wouldn't have the nerve to ask her if he could jerk off, or even about the chastity key.
But he'd mentioned in an e-mail that they would probably have to terminate soon, because of his upcoming nuptials with Soraya.
Now Prab stood before her, naked except for the chastity belt.
His penis was covered not in a plastic shell like Malcolm's, or in a challenging Prince Albert piercing Prince Albert dealie like her stepson Topher...
Topher, a sub like his father, was far more macho, and a punk rock enthusiast, and he loved piercings.
Glitter had pierced his penis shortly after he'd made it clear he wanted her to dominate her as he did her father.
Topher was 22 and full of sexual energy, and again, he was often desperate to cum.
But Prab's dick was covered in a metal belt, called "An Iron Maiden", and he'd never complained about the potential soreness between his thighs.
Apparently, Indians are very stoic.
When Prabu was refused a release, since he visited about once a week, he took it with good humor, but of course now things might be a little different.
