That Lovely Facial Cream

Next morning we went to a hotel. As we entered the room, Cynthi told me to open her shoes.

I did as she told me. Then I opened her socks.

After that she sat on the bed and told me to sit on the floor in front of her. Then she told me to bring her shoes.

I gave it to her as she ordered me to do.

Then she ordered me to look at the floor with my neck and head facing the floor.

She told me, "Aryan, I want to take a patience test of yours. I will beat you by my shoes that my beautiful legs were wearing some time before. I want to see how long can you tolerate this."

I said, "Ok, mam."

After that she pulled my ears and gave me a little pain.

Then she said, "I love this thing about you. You never question me or express any problem."

After that she constantly kept me beating by her shoes till my face turned reddish black and lastly she spit on my face and told me to rub it on my dirty face.

She did this again and again, beating me and spitting on my face and telling me to rub it. After 30 minutes she allowed me to go to the washroom and clean my face.

On coming back, she told me to remove my shirt and lie on the bed.

I did as she told me. She was sitting beside me. She was eating maggi that she brought in her tiffin that day.

She asked me, "Are you hungry?"

I replied, "Yes, mam."

She told me to open my mouth and after that she spitted the maggi from her mouth into my mouth. Some amount of maggi went into my mouth and remaining fell onto my body and on the bedsheet. She told me to eat all that with the help of my mouth without using my hands just like a dog.

I did as she told me to do.

During that time she was laughing by looking at me.

After completing her lunch she started dragging her fork on my chest and nipples. Then she pressed my nipples lightly by that fork.

With a naughty smile on her face, she was looking at me and trying to scare me that she will deeply hurt my nipples with that fork.

Then she kept back the fork in her tiffin and asked me, "How do you feel when I tell you to do these kind of things?"

I answered, "It's always pleasure giving. I don't know why but I love taking orders from you. I feel happy when you feel happy after I accomplish your orders."

She asked what else I feel for her.

I said, "I find you so beautiful that I don't even want that you keep your legs in the ground. I want to put my hands in the ground and then tell you to walk on my hands so that your feet never get hurt or dirty."

She blushed and said, "What else?"

I replied, "Can I get the lucky chance to smell you, mam?"

She replied, "Yes, but before that I want to slap you by my legs."

I replied, "That's my pleasure, mam."

After that she stood up and constantly kept me slapping on my face by her legs. In between, she also stood on my face. She also stood on my chest in such a way that she was able to stand on my nipples.

She also rubbed her feet on my nipples.

I silently beared that pain as it was enjoyable a bit to me too.

Doing this for nearly 30 minutes, when she got tired, she sat on the bed beside me and allowed me to sit properly.

Then she said, "Massage my legs."

At that time, all my pain went away as I got the opportunity to touch her legs. Her legs were very sexy. They were white, slim and they were looking so pretty to me that I wanted to rub my face on it.

I guessed she got to know that very quickly that massaging her legs was giving me pleasure. So she stopped me to do that.

She took out a pen from her bag and placed it between my fingers.

She then told me, "I'm impressed by your work. I want to give you a reward. You will get to have a feel of my hands on your hands."

I blushed and told her, "Thank you so much, mam."

Then after placing the pen between my fingers, she pressed my fingers hard by her hands as if she was applying all her energy on it. It was really painful. But I was just looking at her pretty face during that time.

I told her, "It's my pleasure mam that I'm getting this wonderful pain by your hands. It's so lovely mam, the feeling of your hands on my hands."

She did that between all my fingers in both the hands. It was really painful. The space between my fingers were bearing the dark red colour after bearing that kind of pain.

She then asked me, "Are you feeling any kind of pain?"

I told her, "Yes, mam."

Then she angrily told me, "You are very weak. You can't even bear that much pain."

I told her, "Mam, it's paining but I'm loving this feeling of pain. It makes me remember the feeling of your hands in my hands. Can you please give me this pain daily, mam?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, but for that you will have to impress me daily by fulfilling my wishes at once and also giving me new ideas to control you."

I said, "Yes, mam. I'll surely do that."

Then she said, "I have a syrup that will give you relief from your pain. Open your mouth and enjoy my syrup."

As I opened my mouth she spitted in my mouth and I ate that. She did it a number of times.

I loved all her orders, all her pain because she was looking very pretty to me and I was personally loving her spit although she didn't knew that at that time.

Then we took rest for sometime. Then we went home.