Narayan ran her fingertips up and down Bosco' s cock. She was attractively attired in a snug aquamarine pullover, her glossy shoulder length black hair curling over it.
Americans were such a curious people, Narayan often thought. She'd seen so much poverty in her native Bombay and struggle...and here, rich Yankees actually wanted to be persecuted!
She smiled at poor, submissive Bosco, sitting next to her. He was sitting on his hands, as ordered. Bosco's penis was straining, and he was gasping a bit.
Narayan remembered their first time. Narayan had roomed with Bosco's sister at Buttermilk State, and they'd stayed friends for some time afterwards...
In her mid twenties, Narayan had needed help moving, and Fuchsia's quiet older brother had been there, he was fascinated by Indian women, or so he said.
"Nari, Bosco is a kinky little bastard" Fuchsia had warned, but Narayan had not understood what this meant.
After their first date, Bosco had disrobed before Narayan, telling her she looked great just as she was-that miniskirt!
Narayan had begun giving Bosco a hand job that first night. He'd sat nude with her on the couch and then he said "When I get too excited, you should scold me, and slap my cock."
The first time, of course, she'd felt rather silly, but she'd given him a halfhearted slap and then a sharp look, as his tool wobbled in her little hand.
"No, not a tap. Harder. That won't make me obey..."
Obey?
The next time they'd gotten together, Bosco had brought an old wooden classroom ruler. "Hit me with it, so my eyes tear up. Think about all the stresses you have at work. Take it out on me."
Narayan had thought about this. She was an overworked travel agent during the week and then moonlighted as a salesgirl at Uttenweiler's, trying to get rich women to buy knock off Hermes scarves...
She thought of her mother who was in Housekeeping at Motel 6 in Battle Creek, Michigan, and how hard she'd worked...
And Narayan had been so annoyed, thinking of how rich and together Bosco was...why not give him a bit of trouble!
Now, fourteen months into the relationship, their roles were set.
Bosco would often take Narayan out for sumptuous dinners, and to plays and movies and hockey games (she was a sports nut) and then sometimes he'd also buy her expensive clothes, furs, and jewelry.
When they got to Bosco's big house after a night on the town, Bosco would look shamefacedly at her, and she'd give him a brisk nod and then Bosco would undress completely, and they'd sit on the couch.
It was December now, and so Bosco built her a fire tonight and made her a hot Bosco, and then he perched next to her on his hands, as ordered.
How will I distract him this week? Narayan thought to herself experimentally.
Perhaps she could push pins through his nipples and ball sack again. It would take some doing, as he was getting tougher.
As Bosco stared at Narayan, he was consumed by her...completely. He had always needed a bit of a spur in his side, as it were...even in his work.
When Bosco had first begun selling restaurant supplies, he'd hired a couple of blonde sisters, Vienna and Venice Vanderhyde... Vienna drove Bosco's car, and Venice had sat in the back seat with him, and she'd spent hours masturbating his penis, as they took the samples up and down the highways...
And, if Bosco was unable to get different eateries to pick up his product, the Vanderhydes would take him to a motel room and cane his cock and put out their lit cigarettes on his nuts until, weeping, he'd dress and go out and try harder...
And then they'd reward him in a memorable way...Venice would sit on Bosco's face while Vienna stood over his naked cock, rubbing the tip with her toes until he had a nice spurt!
The Vanderhydes had long since left the area, and Bosco didn't have to travel anymore, he was president of Dad's company now. For a long time he'd just gone to professional dominants now and then.
But since meeting Narayan, his life had become so complete...
If a little intense!
Tonight, Narayan was resplendent in a snug cocktail dress, her boobs pushing out of the top...
He felt a little ridiculous as always, being naked before her. And he had to be careful, as she would take a paddle out from behind a cushion on his couch and pull him over her knee if riled too much...
But how sexy she was, and his knees felt weak when looking at her, what an Indian Goddess.
Now, Narayan frowned at him.
"Did you memorize the sonnet?" she asked crisply.
They'd gone through Shakespeare, many, many poems and a few by Sir Walter Raleigh, and this week's was the famous "From the Shepherd To His Love" by Christopher Marlowe.
Bosco smiled again and began the poem. He'd earnestly stayed at home and studied it, and also during the lunch hour in his office, and sometimes when he was supposed to be doing real work!
He'd ignored pleas from his buds to go bowling or play in the darts league. Bosco had tried desperately to get this whole lit thing in his head.
"Come live with me and be my-"
"My love" Narayan helped and as she did she ran her long red nails up and down his flaccid cock.
She smirked and watched his penis balloon almost as if by magic.
Bosco was forbidden to touch himself during the week, and as he stared at Narayan's sumptuous cleavage, his penis hardened in her twirling, delicate, digits.
He tried to recall the poem, sonnets are only fourteen lines long, right? It shouldn't be that hard.
"Come...live with me and be my love...and we will all the pleasures prove..."
Narayan ran her fingers up and down Bosco's bouncing snake and she leaned over and stuck her tongue in his ear.
"That-that valleys, graves..."
Narayan slapped Bosco's cock with her hand and then pinched his penile tip with her sharp nails.
"Not graves, you moron, groves."
Bosco's eyes became moist. She could go from sweet and pleasant to evil in such a short period of time.
Narayan splayed her forefinger and middle finger around Bosco's swollen, engorged dork and pulled up and down as he gasped, but manfully continued his semi-memorized recital.
"That valleys, groves, hills and fields, woods or steepled mountain yields-"
