Indian Femdom Story Ch 05

Chapter 05 - The Neck That Rubs against the Crotch

| 3 years later, Present Day |

Tabitha Joan Rodrigues couldn't contain her excitement even though the hour was late. She was proud of the fact that she had finished all the tasks on her plate before leaving her workplace tonight. She was off on a 10-day vacation to Mauritius with her husband, and her manager had been hinting heavily all week that she needed to get done with all her tasks if she wanted to enjoy that vacation without her phone ringing every 20 minutes.

It was 1 AM when Tabitha's BMW left the Expressway and swerved towards home and a waiting Rohan. Just 10 minutes more, Rohan, mamma's on the way, she thought. Their airplane was at 12 noon tomorrow, so Tabitha had asked Rohan to wait up for her to come home tonight. Tabitha wanted sex. She wanted nothing more than to have her head blown away by her 8-incher hubby. Tabitha looked sideways at the bottle of wine that was lying precariously on the passenger seat. She was driving a bit faster than was safe, she knew, but the roads were deserted at this hour of the night and her libido was keeping her wide awake and attentive.

Two minutes from home, Tabitha took the second exit of the roundabout and accelerated towards their bungalow. A part of her observed how well her neighbors were tending their gardens. Her neck of the woods was as picturesque as it was quaint. Each bungalow was at least 2 storeys high, with aesthetically pleasing plants and trees bordering the outer walls that surrounded each home. Trees also ran along both sides of the sidewalk, grown so tall now that they hardly allowed any light from the streetlights to fall on the road.

Tabitha's car's headlights were enough, though. They lit up the familiar road in front of her. Just another minute, Rohan, I'm almost there, baby. Tabitha knew the large public garden was to her left. She also knew about the small entrance to the garden right under the large, looming banyan tree. That permanently shady place between the banyan tree and the small entrance to the public garden was where Tabitha and Rohan had had their first kiss. She knew her home was hardly a minute from this spot. Force of habit made Tabitha turn her head and look nostalgically at the shady spot.

That was when it happened.

Her left eye's peripheral vision caught a glance of two people hurriedly entering the public garden through the small entrance. They were gone in the fraction of a second. To Tabitha, they seemed to have made a hasty escape from the road to the garden before her headlights could catch them. If Tabitha hadn't been looking straight at the shady area, they might have succeeded too.

These thoughts were pushed rudely aside as Tabitha's brain processed the more abnormal aspects of what her peripheral vision had just seen. She stepped on her brakes and the BMW came to a screechingly loud halt.

Tabitha Joan Rodrigues knew she was sexually excited and could well be imagining things, but she was ready to stake her life that the two people she had just seen were engaging in public role play. She closed her eyes and allowed the fractional memory to come back to her. As the memory formed, Tabitha could see a woman dressed all in black. This woman was astride a man's shoulders. The man was topless but had knee-length shorts on, also black. Try as she might, though, Tabitha couldn't be certain whether the reins this black-dressed woman was using to control the man went round his neck or were attached to his nipples.

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Barely 30 meters behind the BMW, two people waited on tenterhooks in the shady area under the banyan tree. Ten seconds passed, then half a minute, then a full minute.

"Miss, I do not think she is coming after us," Sundar, still panting with his efforts from the mad sprint, said to the woman atop his hunched shoulders.

"Hmm, seems so. Still, let's not risk going out on to the road again. I want you to take 2 rounds of this public garden. If my memory serves me right, the circumference of this place is about 400 meters. I think 800 meters of your warm neck on my crotch should take me over the edge. If not, there's always round number 3." She tugged on his nipple clamps to motivate him to pick up the pace.

"Yes, Miss Akshata," said Sundar the pony slave.