Its A Matter Of Honour

This story and it's characters are all fictional.

Alia was a beautiful girl, 18 years old with a slim figure, a beautiful complexion, large dark brown eyes and long flowing dark hair, she was petite, a perfect size ten body, with pert breasts and a shapely bum. Her father doted on her, as she was his only daughter. They were a family of Indian heritage and quite traditional, although they embraced their new home in the UK and lived normal if privileged lives.

She had been spoiled since she was tiny, as long as she could remember. This made her feel secure and a little head strong, believing she would always get her way. She had two older brothers, it was expected they'd go into one of the families businesses, but Alia was still studying and planning to go to college once she finished her academic year and turned 19.

She had everything she wanted, all the trappings of rich parents, she'd been treated to designer clothes, shoes and bags. Alia always had plenty of money to meet her friends and enjoy coffee in the most exclusive places in town. She was popular with her friends and had even noticed the most popular boys giving her more than a fleeting glance. Although she was popular, she had no intention of settling down, she wanted to live life to the full and she had plenty of years to enjoy it. She was spoiled by all the members of her family, and could be quite the brat, but she realised she had everything as she wanted and if she couldn't get her own way, she'd soon persuade her father to weaken and give in to her demands.

She was sexually aware, but had never been with a boy. She had perfected (as far as she was concerned) the art of masturbating with her fingers and enjoyed regular orgasms in the privacy of her own bedroom. she chatted to her closest friends about it and they were doing the same. She never, however, discussed the darker side of her imaginings when she played. Those thoughts were kinky, filthy and very private.

She found websites that excited her, she turned the WiFi off on her phone and used untraceable data to explore fetish, kink and submissive sites. These always lead to her touching herself as she experienced the best orgasms of all.

Finally her exams were over and the school year at an end. It was June and her birthday was in July and she'd turn 19, an adult with more say over her future she thought. A party had been arranged by her parents and all of her year group friends had been invited.

She was looking forward to it and was allowed a glass of champagne when her father made a little speech and toasted her with a glass of bubbly. She received lots of presents from her friends, but her dad had the biggest surprise, a shiny new little car and driving lessons to get her licence so she'd be mobile and independent.

Her life had never been better, she had a place in her first choice college and her driving lessons were going well, her test booked for September.

It was a fateful day in early August when her world was shattered. She was summoned to the drawing room by her elder brother, being told Father and Mother had some news for her.

She entered the large room where her other brother and parents were seated and now the whole family were assembled.

Her father did the talking,

"Alia"

he smiled as he spoke,

"You've turned 19 years of age and Mother and I have decided it's time you took a husband. We've found a suitable man, who has good prospects and will take care of you. We are going to make arrangements for your wedding day and the two of you will live with us once married until you're finished your education and can move out together."

He passed a photograph of an Indian boy to his daughter. Alia was so shocked, that she hadn't uttered a word so far.

She looks at the picture of this stranger and her rage grew as she raised her head.

" I can tell you all this!"

she said in a raised voice,

"I'll not be marrying anyone, especially not this weirdo!"

She yelled as she ripped the photo into four pieces and threw them down on the floor.

" I have no intention of ever marrying, I don't know how you dare suggest arranging something so stupid!"

Her father spoke again, explaining that it was traditional for them and he'd spend a lot of time finding her the right boy.

"You marry him if he's so perfect!"

Alia shouted and standing abruptly, stormed from the room, rushing up stairs and slamming her bedroom door behind her. She laid on her king-size bed and started to cry, how could they do this to her. She soon stopped crying however and made up her mind to just continue refusing this ridiculous marriage and to live out the life she already had planned.

Her father was a little shocked,

"She'll calm down."

He addressed his wife,

"She's just angry, everything will be fine if we give her a little time."

Mother was quiet as usual, while her brothers made the right noises to Father,

"She's got to marry him, it will bring shame on the family."

"Everything will be fine."

Explained father,

"She'll just need a little time."

Over the coming weeks, there were conversations with all of her family members trying to get her to see things their way. She refused to discuss the issue with anyone and it actually made her angry that they had suggested it in the first place.

After a particularly heated argument with her father, she lay on her bed, and started to scroll, some fetish porn would take her mind of the unbearable situation at home and her door was locked, so if it made her horny she'd be able to bring herself to climax and loose some of her pent up anger and frustration.

She found a new site and as well as kinky porn, there were adverts, one in particular caught her attention. Dominant man wants submissive women for fun, and wild experiences.

She clicked on the ad and scrolled down.

He was a white male, 30 years of age, his body was hot and what she could see of his face behind a masquerade mask looked hot too.

He desired young submissive girls to join him to explore their sub nature and experiment with their limits.

She could feel the juices flowing from her pussy as she tapped the message bar. Suddenly she lost her nerve and closed the page down.

It was two days of torture, she knew it was wrong, knew her parents would be furious if she was discovered. The prospect of becoming a submissive for a stranger, had her turned on and she couldn't get it out of her mind. Besides, her parents were prepared to do this hideous thing to her, they deserved to be shamed.

Her mind was made up as she messaged a little bit about herself to the masked Dominant. A reply was quickly returned. He replied asking what makes an 19 year old, submissive, virgin, wannabe, think she would be of any use whatsoever to a sexually experienced Dominant. She would be of no use to him and had a nerve to even message him.

His scolding had her tiny g-string soaked. She didn't know why but was actually being turned on with his put down.

She messaged back,

.... I'll be a good girl, I'll give you my virginity and serve you Master if you teach me to be your pet....she returned her message.

Staring at her phone screen, she wondered would he reply, or did he just see her as a silly child. Her stomach was churning when his second message appeared on the screen.

..... If you think you are able to serve me, send me a picture of you, legs spread and your pussy shaved naked. That will sort out whether you're serious, or just wasting my time.....

Thank goodness for her en-suite, she pulled her g-string off, raised a leg onto the wash basin and rubbed foam into her pubes. As quickly as she could, she saved away the hair, and soon she was smooth. She took a picture of her pussy, legs spread so her dark gash was gaping open a little. She attached the pic and sent it to him.

His reply had a different tone this time..... Good girl, 9am Saturday morning, 16 Cedar Close.....

The days dragged as all she could think about was meeting her Master on Saturday. She wanted to message him, but didn't want to appear to needy or desperate. Finally the time arrived.

Shouting to her mother,

"I'm going out to meet friends,"

she left the house.

It was a short bus ride to get to Cedar Close and she didn't have time to talk herself out of it. When she arrived at the house, he opened the door before she could knock. He ushered her into a smartly decorated hall.

He was even better looking than she'd imagined. A tight white t-shirt showed his ripped torso and he had on a pair of sweat pants and smart trainers.

"Hello Alia",

He greeted with an air of confidence,

"Aren't you a sight to behold."

Alia could feel herself blush, but her Master was opening the door to a large sitting room. There were a couple of sofas, but various benches and tables around the room with ropes and hooks on the walls.

"It's my play room,"

8Her Master spoke again.

"I'm going to take a seat here, and you are going to stand in front of me and strip off until you are naked."

He relaxed back into one of the large sofas and pointed to a spot on the floor. Reaching to a table next to his sofa, he picked up a riding crop and flexed it a couple of times.

"Don't waste my time my little virgin, you've been instructed to strip."

She moved to the place he had signalled and started by removing her denim jacket. Her Doc Martins were unlaced and as she removed them she popped her tiny socks inside them. Next was the floral dress she had on and she stood in front of him in her bra and knickers, her legs slightly crossed and her arms across her boobs. Quick as a flash the crop stung the top of her thigh. She squealed, moving a hand to cover the spot in case a second swat followed.

"I said naked!

You don't look naked to me."

She undid her bra at the back and let it fall into her arms, laying in on top of her dress. She was shaking as she rolled her tiny panties down her hips and stepped out of them, picking them up and placing them on the pile of clothes.

"Now stand straight with your hands behind your head and your legs spread."

As she followed his instructions she felt the sting of the crop, this time firmly against her pussy.

"You shaved on Wednesday for your photo shoot, but you haven't shaved this morning. You will always shave when you come to see me."

The blow was hard and it hurt her pussy, but at the same time, it made her moist. Her clit, now visible, was throbbing.

"Today we're going to find out what makes your little virgin cunt happy," he said.

"I've a good selection of toys and I'm going to have fun, seeing what makes you cum."

He stood and walked her to a table, leaning her over it, he tied her arms to the front legs at each side and then tied her ankles to the rear legs. She was helpless and vulnerable.

"First we'll see how you enjoy my rose."

She heard a low buzzing, then felt the latex ball, being worked between her labia. All of a sudden, the thing grabbed her clit sucking it in with lots of power, she screamed out as she came instantly.

A sharp slap across her bottom made her scream again,

"You don't cum without asking permission virgin slut, do you understand?"

"Please, I'm going to cum again, what the fuck is that?"

Holding the rose directly sucking her clit had her legs shaking and all of a sudden, she lost control and pissed on the stone floor underneath the table.

"Please!",

She begged,

"That's enough!"

Another sharp smack as he told her he alone decided what was enough.

Her pussy juices were running down her thighs and to her surprise and shock she felt something vibrating against her puckered brown arse hole.

"Please, not my bum."

She cried out

He slowly inserted the thin vibe into her arse, which once again had her cumming and brought another sharp slap to her now glowing, hot bum.

"You'll learn to like all these sensations", he told her.

In truth, although she was scared of what might happen next, she was actually loving the sensations. She'd never cum so hard and so much before in her life.

With her legs still shaking, he untied her from the table, he picked her up into his strong arms and carried her out of the room and up the staircase, to his lavish bedroom where he laid her on his bed.

"If this is your first time baby, I want to make it special for you."

Candles were burning around the room and there was a scent of fresh Lillies in the air. He held her tight and kissed her passionately. Laying her head against soft pillows, he stood and removed his shirt, like something from a diet cola advertisement.

His muscles glistened in the light, dropping his joggers, his erect penis sprang loose. He was bigger than she expected, but as he laid between her legs, he assured her he'd be gentle.

Kissing her again she could feel his stiff shaft rubbing against her pussy opening. He was kissing her as he inched himself inside her, a gentle slow rhythm started to stretch her and again she came, shuddering at the intensity.

He was whispering to her how beautiful she was and kissing her neck. This was what she wanted for her first intercourse she thought, not some hopeless kid who spunked before he was inside her.

She relaxed and enjoyed her master at work, his thick shaft making every fibre of her body tingle.

After a while he raised up and his speed and intensity increased. Leaning fowards he kissed her again as she felt his spunk being released inside her. He held her close as they came down from their high.

Kissing her forehead, he instructed her that it would be the same time every Saturday morning, freshly shaven, he reminded her.

"I'm going to turn you into a submissive goddess. You will not touch yourself and not allow anyone else to touch you. You can text me if you are curious about things, you are not a virgin anymore and your journey is just beginning."

She decided to walk home, it was only a mile and she had so many thoughts racing around in her head. Had she really just been fucked by her handsome Dom? Did he really put a vibe in her arse and did it really make her cum? What was the first vibe he used on her that sucked her clit and made her lose control and squirt on the floor?

One thing for certain, he'd picked her up and carried her to his bed and made love to her in a way she'd always dreamt of. She wanted to message him, but didn't want to look needy and immature, she had so many questions, but thought it best to think things through before doing anything.

Back in her room, she lay on her bed and slipping her fingers inside her vagina, she scooped out the spunk that her Master had injected into her. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked and sucked them, remembering his kiss as he ejaculated.

She had started her journey and she felt good about it, maybe she had found the man who understood her urges.

She took the following day to plan the text she intended to send to her Master. She wasn't really sure what he wanted from her. He'd disciplined her for not shaving and for questioning him.

In hindsight, she actually enjoyed the punishment he had inflicted with the crop, but she wanted to do better for him.

She wanted his guidance on how she could best serve him and decided to keep her text short and to the point.

His reply came a day later, his gratification would be in training her to be the best and most devoted submissive.

He'd made love to her on their first meeting, but that was because it was her first time and he wanted it to be special for her, but he didn't expect that to be repeated.

Over the coming weeks on her visits, they'd cover different areas of being a submissive. They had used some toys, and that had given him confidence that she may be suitable.

Over the forthcoming weeks he'd cover different areas of submissive. Her pain threshold would be tested and she would strive to increase this so she could take severe punishment for any lack of commitment to him.

They'd cover orgasm control, where she would learn to hold back her bodies need for release until he gave her permission to cum. They would try bondage and as well as being tied, she'd have her senses controlled with blindfolds headphones and food.

She'd learn to deep throat cock, enjoy anal sex and have her pussy stretched with a fist. He'd introduced strangers to her, both male and female and she would serve them in any way he commanded.

Her eyes were wide as she finished reading his message. She was nervous and apprehensive, but something inside her was compelling her to prove she was worthy. The text had stirred urges in her and her panties were soaking and her pussy dripping when she finished reading.

As promised, her Saturday mornings did test her boundaries. She was tied to a hook in the ceiling, her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread with a bar, so she was on tiptoes as he used a flogger on her.

She became proficient at deep throat and learned to enjoy anal sex. She arrived one Saturday to find a friend of her master there and they brutally fucked her in every hole together. She was introduced to an attractive woman and had her first bi encounter, being instructed to eat the woman's pussy out to give her multiple orgasms.

By the time 3 months had passed, there wasn't anything she hadn't learned to cope with sexually and she had become so depraved that she enjoyed it all and secretly masturbated, reliving the moments.

She felt her life was complete again, she'd refused to discuss the ridiculous arranged marriage with all her family members. She had started college and was enjoying it, although she now smiled inwardly when her pier group discussed anything sexual. They were years behind her and she felt very sexually mature.

Making her life complete, she visited her Master every Saturday and enjoyed the best and most varied sex. She texted him almost on a daily basis and felt he was looking after her, just as a boyfriend would. Their texts were often very explicit and it was this that was to be her undoing.

She put her phone down, a distraction. Her mother calling for help in the kitchen had made her jump up and head to assist. She'd only been gone five minutes and when she returned to the sitting room, she couldn't find her phone. She frantically looked around the room, down the sofa, but to no avail, had she taken it with her, she searched the kitchen, it wasn't there.

She searched frantically and soon had her mother and two brothers searching for it. It was the eldest brother who finally found it under the sofa. She was relieved, but felt sure she was on hands and knees to check there and hadn't spotted it.

She hadn't spotted it, because it hadn't been there. Her brother had found it on the sofa an hour previous. He managed to guess her password at the third attempt, it wasn't sophisticated. He'd been through her recent history and screenshot her conversations with her Master. Furious at her behaviour, he called a family meeting with his father and younger brother to see what action was required with his little sister.

Father was furious, his little angel Alia, the apple of his eye had betrayed the family. She was not acting like a decent Indian girl should. She should have been pure for a husband, who he had taken the time to carefully choose for her. Shame and dishonour had been bestowed on the family.

The two brothers, who had always been a little jealous of Alia stoked the fire, saying she needed to be punished in the most severe way. Their father would mull it over, this was to remain between the three of them.

Father decided on the ultimate punishment. Alia had acted like a common street whore and she would be treated as such. He explained to his two sons what was going to happen and their involvement, along with his, would cleanse the family of the shame his daughter brought.