My Story # 5a

No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.

Someone wrote and sang "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans ".

Nothing could be truer.

I would request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading the stories, if possible.

P.S. -

1.This one has no masturbation or sex scenes. If you have come looking for that, please skip to next chapter 5B

2. This one and the next one will compete to be the longest till now. Be forewarned.

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I turned my face away from his hanging penis and closed my eyes again.

I felt him softly move and get off me. In the process, I felt his penis rub on my skin again but I was so exhausted by the excitement from my first stripping by a man to his wearing my skimpy skirt to my first nude male massage to his bringing me to a massive orgasm and my first masturbating a man to getting drowned in his semen shower that I fell asleep just like that, dirty, filthy, smelling, covered with his semen and my own secretions.

The next semi-conscious feeling I had was of someone softly and very carefully wiping my body with a cloth dipped in warm water. I tried to understand what was happening and felt him opening my legs, wiping my pussy, lifting my bums under his arms, cleaning them and the surroundings, cleaning my thigh and then going over the process again. Slowly, he came up my body, removing the semen stains, one by one, with a care I last got from my mother when she used to bathe me, long ago.

Just that he pressed my boobs, freely, repeatedly, using both hands, very softly this time and played a lot with my nipples while I lied semi-conscious and felt being boob-squeezed but didn't want him to stop or wake me.

He lifted me carefully, made me lie down on a bedsheet on the floor, changed the sheet and undercover on my bed, both of which were fully soiled by body oil and then my secretions, picked me up and dropped me with extreme care on the bed and then covered me with another bed sheet, closed the window curtains, slowed the fan and left the room, slowly closing the door on his way out.

I made a mental note to boast about this lifting me like a feather repeatedly and announce to my friends that I am not at all overweight or flabby on my bums and thighs as they claimed me to be and fell asleep.

I was woken up at about 6 pm. I refused to get up, exhausted as I was by the events that happened.

He simply lifted me, by force this time, while I threw my hands and legs and asked to be released, made me stand under the shower, drowned me in the tepid water, shampooed and soaped me thoroughly, washed and cleaned rigorously, removing every stain and smell of our first sexual relation from my body.

As expected, my boobs, bum and pussy got 'very special attention' as he met his own desires of playing with me, again and again.

He then took me out of the shower, dried me, carried me to my room, made me stand like that and clothed in a pair of shorts and that panty I had selected for him and a T shirt, braless. I still wanted to sleep but was again carried by force downstairs to the dining hall and asked to sit till he allows me to move. All the while he was scolding me, politely but firmly, for trying to create more problems than necessary and I kept throwing as many tantrums as I could without any effect.

He was simply not bothered about listening to any.

He placed a dish of grilled chicken sandwich and a cup of Horlicks in front of me and despite my screaming again and again "Khide nei, ami khabo na,khabo na, khabo na. Tui niye ja(I am not hungry, I will not eat, not eat, not eat. You take this away"), he forced me to eat and drink everything and kept scolding me "Didi, tumi kintu kono karon charai jhamela korcho ebar., Ma ar babur bari asar somoi hoye geche, tomake orokom dekhle ar khaoni shunle dhore maar debe (Elder sister, you are now creating trouble for nothing. Any time ma and master will come back and if they saw you like you were or knew that you didn't eat, they would give you a solid hiding").

I noted the change in his tone from completely submissive in the afternoon to very dominating now but said nothing beyond a tiny smile.

I loved this.

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Through such continued daily massages and care, my body started growing taut with all hints of flabbiness vanishing despite being a zero exercise girl I had become for the past few months. I continued studying hard for my College level entrance examinations and my contact with the outside world grew lesser and lesser. After my parents left, the only two persons home were Ratan and me and by then he had become close enough for me to be completely oblivious of his presence and be busy with what I was doing. He had somewhere self-promoted himself to become my sole care giver from the moment he woke me up and pushed me to the toilet seat, bathe me, dry my body after soaping and cleaning me, drying and knotting my hair, clothing me, bringing my juices, health drinks, breakfast, lunch and sometimes even force feeding me while I studied and ignored the food he brought. My coffee was cut down to at most two cups a day from 5 or 6, my cigarettes to at best two or three shared puffs per cigarette and when I think of those days now, I feel again and again, in less than one day, he made me completely dependent on him for everything and instead of ordering him like I used to, I started grumbling, screaming but obeying his every demand.

He even learned how to change tampons during my first periods during this time. Surprisingly, though I was a bit hesitant removing a blood soaked tampon first time in front of him, I became easy very soon. That possibly was my last straw of being shy. He happily took over a task I was mostly disgusted about-washing and cleaning me and pushing a tampon again inside me and making me wear fresh panties was taken over by him from next change. He asked me to call him every time I needed to pee during my periods and he washed me and changed the tampon routinely with a smile. He took back all my underwear and clothes during this period and washed them for me, not allowing me to touch them after removal.

Being so close now, he stopped wearing his clothes in my presence when he bathed, cleaned and massaged me. I used to look in awe at that black thick hard rod with curly hair at base with two pitch black hairy balls hanging but I was not allowed to touch it, well, mostly.

The only time he became harsh with me was while massaging, especially my boobs and bums. Every movement of his skin on my skin now became completely sexual and all hints of care vanished and he was clearly enjoying himself when he had my body in his hands. I felt his thighs rubbing me, he balls touching me freely anywhere he wanted and his penis rubbed his leaking sticky fluid all over me at his will at least 5 -6 times every massage. The only place his penis avoided touching me was my pubic hair growth and my slit. Instead, my bums became his pet penis rubbing field and going up the body after he turned me, he loved rubbing it freely on my boobs and my face, avoiding my lips completely. I kept on my mock grumbling but silently enjoying while he completely ignored whatever I did.

With his hands touching my boobs and pussy area freely just to feel and cup them even when he was not doing anything nearby and his penis not coming anywhere near my pussy even once, I knew that he desperately wants to fuck me but will not unless I ask for it and though I was curious and very excited with the thought of getting finally fucked by a man, I was hesitant, maybe afraid to cross that barrier.

It was not because he was a temporary house help and he worked for me and my family and he had only the responsibility to obey and no rights to demand, but I was still not sure if I should go that far and he never forced me for that. Instead, he learned what actions get me excited and could and did bring me to one orgasm or more at his wish, every day. So much that it was only after a week, I suddenly realised I have not masturbated for the longest period of my adult life.

I just left myself in his hands, became completely subdued by him and lived at his mercy obeying whatever he asked for, sometimes throwing tantrums but mostly obeying silently, heads down, from the time he woke me up, carried me to the commode and asked me to pee till the point I fell asleep at night after my massage and orgasm and felt him cleaning me in my dreams.

I slowly began to understand how a man takes complete control of a girl and dominates her and why most girls happily accept it.

This 24 hour care mixed with clear domination was something I fell in love with and waited for subconsciously even in my sleep. My unquestioned acceptance of his growing dominance on me and my complete dependence and trust on him was the only thing he asked for silently against his taking me over completely.

Nothing else mattered between us anymore.

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We continued as mistress and her servant/ master and his slave girl / sex buddies / whatever for weeks like this. I was completely cut off from my school friends and besides a few minutes of hi hello, not much contact remained due to my studies.

The exams came and were over one day and on the last day, I purposely wore a sari, and carried some makeup in my purse and after the examination, used the toilet to put on a nose pin, lipstick, a sindur coloured sticking bindi, a bit of sindur (red vermillion powder line in hair worn by Bengali married women - stolen from my mother's stock) in my hair parting to look like an older married girl of about 23-24 or so and went to the nearest chemist and bought Today(Vaginal contraceptive), condoms and morning after contraceptive pills, put them in my purse and boarded a bus to go back home.

I went one stop further to my home stop, walked through empty lanes and removed my nose pin, pulled off my bindi and wiped my sindur with a bit of cold cream and reached home.

I had waited enough.

Today, my school life, my child life was over finally and I wanted to get fucked and lose my virginity completely like I should have, long ago but didn't dare.

I wanted to be a woman and not remain a baby girl any more.

And I had already decided who will be the man that will make me a woman, finally.

I hugged Ratan when he opened the door and tried to kiss him but he moved his face and my kiss landed on his right chin. I put my hand in his shorts, held his soft cuddly penis and said "Ratan, amar eta chai amar bhetore. Ekkhuni. (Ratan, I need this inside me. Right now)".

Ratan allowed me to play with it for a few seconds till I felt his penis growing hard in my hand. He removed my hand, picked me up and carried me to my room. He removed my clothes one by one and left a very wet kiss exactly on the parting where my bare skin ended and pubic hair triangle started and put me on the commode and said "Onekkhon baire chile didi, hishi peyeche nischoi, kore nao (You were out for a long time, Elder sister, you must be feeling the need to pee. Get it done.)"

I had girl kisses before. That was my first kiss from a man.

I peed while holding his pants and trying to pull it down but It didn't. Instead, Ratan forced me to take a bath, having his own sweet time enjoying my boobs, my ass and my pussy fully while shampooing, soaping and bathing me and clothed me again in a skirt blouse, this time by force against my vehement protests and took me to the dining table and made me eat.

When I finished eating, I stood and screamed at him "Ratan, tui kintu amar ektao katha sunchis na tokhon theke. Bolechi ami aaj tor sathe shobo. Ami aaj toke amar bhetore chai, je bhabe hok..(Ratan, you are just ignoring everything I am asking you to do. Told you I want to sleep with you. I want you inside me today, at any cost)" and pulled my skirt down and tried to pull him towards me.

Ratan picked the half nude me up and took me to my bed. He dumped me there, held me tightly to my bed and said "Tumi chao to ami tomake chudi? Ami jani seta. Amio chai tomake chudte didi. Chudbo tomake, kintu aajke na.(You want me to fuck you, right? I know that. I also want to fuck you Elder sister. I'll fuck you but not today).

"Sob chele chai, tar bou jokhon prothom din tar bichanai asbe, sedin sei jeno meyetake prothom bar chudte pare. Aj nah holeo kaal tomar biye hobe aar ami jotoi chai na keno, seta konodin amar sathe hobe na. Tai ami tomake aaj chudbo na. Ami tomar borer odhikar kere nebo na. Biyer por jedin bor chudbe tomake didi, pordin eshe bolo je tomake bor chudeche. Sedin theke amar morar din obdhi, tumi jotobar, jekhane ichche, jebhabe chudte bolbe, ami chudbo tomake. Aaj ami jotoi chai na keno, ami tomake chudte parbo na. (Every man wants that the first time his wife comes to his bed, he should be the first man to fuck her. Tomorrow or soon after, you will be married and however much I may be wanting it, it will never be with me. So I will not fuck you today. I will not take away the right of your husband to fuck you first. After you are married, and get fucked by your husband Elder sister, come and tell me your husband has fucked you. From that moment till my death, I will fuck you as many times as you want, wherever you want and whichever way you want. Today, however much I want to fuck you, I cannot). "

My ears burned again with the dirty word "Choda" (to fuck), tears melted out with his complete rejection of my demand and I buried my face in the pillow and said "Tui chubi na amake aaj theke aar konodin. Beriye ja amar ghor theke(You will never touch me from now on. Get out of my room.")

He turned me, kissed me again on the border of my pubic hair and skin as before and said "Je chele ekbar tomar guder gondho peyeche didi, se aj na holeo kaal tomake chudbei. Ar tomar pete ontoto ekta bachcha ami debo didi, miliye niyo(Any man who has even once smelled your cunt will definitely fuck you one day Elder sister, it's a matter of today or tomorrow. And I promise, I'll make you pregnant, at least once. Mark my words)".

He put a sheet upto my waist to cover my nudity and turned to walk out, then turned back again and said "Tumi amake jotoi ber kore dao, ami fire asbo. Kichchu bodlabe na. Tomake ami charte parbo na.(You can throw me out any number of times, but I'll come back. Nothing will change. I will never be able to leave you)" and walked out.

Nothing changed.

His morning to night routine set up by him for me remained and I was taken care of as before with a strict hand. Yes, now I clearly knew, I was fully dominated by him and he will not listen to anything beyond his routine but I somehow started getting used to and look forward to seeing him being with me, 24 hours a day if possible.

I started helping ma in her cooking and home maintenance trying to cut down anything she was forced to do due to our main house help's absence but I knew I had no altruist motive. I just wanted to remain with Ratan and touch him at the slightest excuse or opportunity and be with him.

I was heartbroken with his refusal and despite trying again and again, the best I were got were semen showers during my massages,pubic hair kisses and prolonged boob usage by him at any point of time every day. Am not sure if that was the reason but I finally grew into a firm C cup and a tight pair of bums and even my mother commented on the changes in my body curves and improved skin glow.

I went regularly for our girly meets and had our usual girly fun time with two more girls now joining me and Sanchari (Roma refused to be part of our activities and only got finger fucked by us as we used to do earlier) but somehow, my mind was hell bent on more - a girl2girl regularly helped but did not make me a woman which I desperately wanted to become.

I still tried seducing Ratan daily but he refused, if necessary by force, all my advances and did not do anything I wanted.

I knew now I have to find an alternate path - waiting for my marriage to get fucked was out of question.