Leena Submits Again

Leena's life had become recently more and more complex : she loved her husband Peter who fucked her as often as his tight work schedule allowed him. She loved prince Kyrhan who was clearly her Master and had decided for many years who would breed her. She loved princess Kira who had trained her and revealed her deep submissive tendencies but she also loved her Indian butler. He didn't know he was fucking his own employer as he was sure she was of Indian origin with a dark skin but he liked the fact that she looked like the real Leena. She had to be extremely careful when she was with him but the thrill was so much stronger! Recently, her friend Preeti had come for a few months and replaced her in Peter's bed. Leena had been moved to a mere servant's room and offered to the new butler, pretending to be an Indian woman. Her butler seemed very prejudiced against white women.

But Leena also liked her Indian greengrocer. He had transformed her into a complete slut, fucking her on a heap of overripe vegetables, making her serve customers and recently, he had begun to prostitute her on a more and more intensive scale to friends in his seedy back store. He had even bullied Peter into watching his wife being mercilessly fucked like a whore. Peter had been insulted, publicly cuckolded and he didn't even raise a complaint. Leena was so proud of her husband. She did her best to repay him of any indignities he suffered on her behalf. Whatever Peter asked from her, however degrading, he was now sure to obtain immediately.

Recently he had offered his wife very tight leather pants that could hold two big black dildoes : one in her cunt and one up her ass. The pants could be padlocked and Peter used immediately that facility. He immediately afterwards returned to his office, telling her to exercise until his return, late in the evening. He wanted to give her a good time, going to a dance hall with her stuffed holes a few weeks later. Leena couldn't imagine how she would cope with those two big intruders stretching her cunt and arse.

When Peter left, Leena had tried to accompany him but she hadn't anticipated the strong effect of these leather pants. She was lying on their bed but when she tried to stand up, the dildoes slipped in her overstretched holes, throwing pleasure waves throughout her body. She cummed and fell back on her bed. When she tried a second time, the feelings were so mind blowing that she screamed quite loud. Peter laughed.

- It seems my gift is a success. You have all the day to get used to it. When I come back, we'll have dinner and then go to a cinema. It'll be your first outing with your leather pants. It may become soon an habit. Next time, you fly to India, I may have you wear them

- But the security controls?

- No problem : there's no metal at all in the pants nor in the dildoes. They are just plain silicon. Of course, I've other ones which are vibrating and can be operated on remote. But it will be for later uses. This afternoon, just enjoy what you have!

Leena took two hours, just standing up. The dildoes were doing a fantastic job on her whenever she just moved. She cummed repeatedly, always very hard. Her only way of stopping these chain climaxes was to stand perfectly still and very uptight as if she was wearing a corset. When she tried to walk to her dressing, she cummed once more and fell on her knees. After half an hour, she managed to stand up. She clenched her jaws tight and succeeded in her next attempt to stand up and put on a long flowing dress.

Putting on her usual shoes with three inches heels and going to the dining room for her lunch was another ordeal. She walked very slowly and arrived just on time. Her look puzzled her butler.

- Milady, are you ill? You look somewhat disheveled and yout face is almost white.

- No thanks! My husband offered me a corset. I want to get used to wear it to please him.

The butler bowed out with no comment. Leena had caught his gleaming eye. When Peter came back just before midnight, she was waiting for him in the entrance. From her stiff attitude, he gathered that she had managed to stand with the stuffing pants on as he nicknamed them

- Oh Peter, I was wishing you back hours ago! Could you open that damn padlock? I cannot live, wearing these dildoes inside me!

- Tutt, tutt! I'm the only one allowed to decide on such matters. You are an avowed submissive and don't expect any mercy from me any time. Your future will be a long series of humiliation, degradation and cruel uses of your body for any domme's enjoyment : myself, Kyrhan, Kira, Swapna, your grocer and your butler for the time being but other ones soon! Consider the present time as a very gentle warm up for your sexual activities!

Four weeks later, they had danced all the night in a Birmingham notorious dancing place. Practicing Tektronik and other intensive dances with big dildoes up her cunt and a live vibrator up her ass had been a real challenge for Leena. She had grown accustomed to this permanent feeling of total fullness but when she had jumped up, it had been really difficult not to scream. From time to time, Peter led her to the toilets. He entered them to be sure the coast was clear, then he ordered her into the booth. He opened her padlock and freed the hole he intended to use and let the other dildo in. The one he had removed was pushed immediately into her submissive mouth.

As soon as he had unloaded in the hole he had chosen, Peter buttoned up his clothes, pushed the dildo back in place, padlocked her again and left without waiting. Several times, the next user of the toilets found her still on her four on the floor. Curiously none had objected. They had offered their cock to her mouth and have her deepthroat them. Some had peed into her mouth and Leena had swallowed it all.

The stuffing pants were still unknown to her grocer and her butler as they would have used them as chastity belts. But Preeti was delighted when Peter showed her his wife wearing them. She requested her personal key and it became a rather permanent item of Leena's clothing. Preeti opened the padlock only when Leena was sent to her grocer or her butler and also when she was to meet the man Kyrhan had chosen to breed her.

The next meeting with her grocer was at his home. Preeti accompanied her. Leena wondered with a little fear what humiliation he intended to inflict her. When they met him, he made a Namaste to Preeti and Peter and slapped Leena's ass with a big smile.

- Good, lass, I hope you're in top physical shape, you'll need all your strength!

Leena wondered whether he intended to make her clean once more his flat as he had done the previous time but he had clearly other ideas. He went down to his garage and climbed into the van he used to transport supplies. He opened the passenger door and helped Preeti in. There was a third seat there but he didn't offer it to Leena or Peter.

- Leena, on your four in the back of the van, on the double and, you, cuckold, I don't want you to try to do anything with your submissive wife. I've found a way to prevent any attempts.

Gupta cuffed Peter's wrist to a stanchion on the opposite side of the van. The trip was rather bumpy. Leena was glad she was not wearing her stuffing pants. She would have been a ruined mess when they arrived. Gupta opened a high metallic door and drove in. There was a wide garden with a small wooden hut with armchairs and a table under a large sunshade where he proposed Preeti to take a seat. In a corner, there was a simple plough with a harness attached to it. Gupta made Leena put on the leather harness. He fixed several leather belts around Leena's torso and belly. She was now tightly tied to the plough. He then put on her head another harness with a leash attached to it and blinders to completely obscure Leena's vision.

Gupta handed the end of the leash to Peter with a long whip.

- Hey, cuckold, I want that this piece of garden I recently bought be conveniently ploughed. Your wife will do the job and you'll drive her while I entertain Mrs Preeti. You have all the afternoon. Use the whip on her if she doesn't work sufficiently and do not be shy with your strokes or you'll replace her between the shafts. She will have a pause when she had done the half of the garden and a bowl of water then back to work!

Peter didn't try to object and signaled to leena to begin pulling. She tried to protest but Gupta pushed a leather bar in her mouth and fixed it to her head harness. She was muted and Gupta went to discuss with Preeti. The weather was very hot and soon, Leena was covered with sweat. It was a far more difficult task than her step and aerobic exercises but she managed to reach a good rhythm that pleased Gupta.

- Good, Leena, if I'd known that you'd be so good, I'd have bought another piece of land far longer than this one and you'd draw a passenger cart.

He turned toward Peter :

- Cuckold, tell me how long since you've fucked your wife for the last time? I hope that miss Preeti doesn't allow you frolicking together!

Peter lied to fulfill Gupta's fantasies.

- No, Master, we sleep in different rooms and both of us wear chastity belts. Miss Preeti has the only key of mine but she has given a copy of Leena's one to my butler.

- Good. So your butler is also cuckolding you too every night, most certainly. It's better and better! Miss Preeti, did you ever think of castrating Peter? That would resolve definitively the problem!

- No! It would be a waste! He sports a really long and hard cock and I use it quite often.

- Miss Preeti, would you like to try my joystick? Then you'll see what a real Indian man can offer you and you'd have no more reason to let that inferior man keep his balls. He isn't worth it. If you decide to do something in this direction, I know someone who could do it properly! He works for farmers who want some of their bulls to be neutered.

- I would be quite pleased to try you but not in front of these two low submissives. Afterward, I may consider your proposition.

- There's a motel nearby. We'll let them toil here while we spend a pleasant moment together and take a refreshment!

When Preeti had left with Gupta, Peter had felt a pang of jealousy. That bastard of a greengrocer was about to enjoy the beautiful Preeti! His second thought was that hearing Gupta proposing to castrate him had made him very hard. He had in reaction a huge erection that would have dwarfed the little Indian grocer. He needed to find some release. Leena was approaching the surface Gupta had decided she should plough to earn a pause. Peter applied a pair of whip strokes to Leena's back and hind quarters. She would speed up and when she had reached the goal Gupta had fixed, Peter would water her. Gupta had prepared a bottle of water he had left in the sun. It would be tepid or even warm but she would have to drink it. Gupta hadn't told Peter to give his wife fresh water but water from that bottle. Peter felt too submissive to oppose his orders. But Gupta hadn't specifically forbidden him to fuck Leena. . .

Two hours later, Preeti came back with Gupta. He seemed quite proud of his performances and wanted the luscious blonde Australian woman to acknowledge it.

- My dear Preeti, are you now convinced that that wimp husband shouldn't keep his balls : he isn't man enough for that honor. I may phone my friend immediately. We may watch him eat his own balls this very evening!

- Ganesh! What has he done to you? You seem to hate him!

- Hate? No, I just despise him! I think he is the most shameful man on Earth!

Gupta was really serious about it! Preeti had to find a really good excuse or he may decide to do it without her agreement. She knew that Peter loved to be humiliated by the little grocer but not enough to sacrifice him his balls!

- Gupta, you're a fantastic lover, I must recognize it but you fuck too often such a lowly woman as that slut. I couldn't share you with her!

- Oh, Leena, just say that you love me and I'll never touch Leena any more! I'll sell her to her butler. He is fond of her.

- So, let's wait a little. If you still have the same feelings for me in a year, I may consider divorcing my husband and taking you as my mate!

Preeti noted that listening to the propositions of having his balls cut out made Peter very hard. His trousers showed a big revealing tent that advertised his tremendous excitation. Gupta wasn't interested in keeping Leena with him for the evening or the night. His bout with Preeti had ostensibly calmed him and he wanted to show her that he wasn't that interested by the pretty submissive.

They went back home but Preeti didn't intend to share with Leena her own husband's huge erection. She called for the butler and told him the young waitress had been repeatedly shafted and used. She was to be given a long cold shower. Preeti purposefully didn't put any limitation to her sexual duties for the evening. She perfectly knew that Leena, or more exactly, the Indian woman who looked so much like Leena would be gangbanged by the whole male staff. It should be nothing for Leena who had serviced a whole team of twenty horny Dalits in Shandrakor mountain resort every day for three months!

Preeti asked Peter if he would like a dip in their indoor swimming pool. He agreed immediately. He rarely used it with Leena who liked better to improve her suntan on the sun deck. As she spent more and more of her time in India with Kira's Dalits, it could be seen as a logical idea. Preeti being an Australian woman had much more sun at home than she cared for. Peter opened completely the large windows. They felt as if they were outdoors.

The night was cool and the water was warm. Through the windows, they could clearly see the numerous stars of the Milky Way shining like so many bright jewels in the sky. The butler had been told to serve the dinner on a floating table. Preeti had asked to be served Champagne. Leena had serviced them in a tight black formal dress with a white apron. When dessert had been served, Preeti ordered Leena to take away the plates and just leave the flutes and the Champagne bottle in its cooler. She dismissed Leena, telling her to report to the butler for any work for her to do. Preeti loved to give orders to the real owner of the house, make her serve openly her husband and his mistress and even more pleasurable to order her to a man who would fuck her and made her submit completely to his whims. But this night, Preeti was in for a major surprise and a final service to her husband. . .

Preeti, dismissing any thoughts about the sexual services Leena would have to perform that night turned to Peter. She rode his big cock as he slowly walked around in the pool. His steps made her ride his pole quite pleasurably. They kissed repeatedly. Her desire rose slowly and her kisses were getting rapidly more urgent and lingering while their tongues were warring fiercely in their mouths. Peter had repeatedly told her that her skin was smooth, her mouth inviting, her breasts arousing and her cunt sizzling hot. She had just responded by kissing him back over and over again. He had made her cum several times and intended to continue several times more.

Peter hold her tight against his chest as he climbed the staircase at the far end of the swimming pool with Preeti still deeply impaled on his cock. He carefully laid her down on the ottoman near the swimming pool with his cock still embedded to the hilt into her wet cunt. He bent forward and started licking quietly her melon breasts while he was ramming his cock up her cunt. Peter interspaced his steady sucking with gentle nibbling of her nipples with his teeth. He played with her teeth, pulling them to his lips. She responded to his teasing by supporting herself on her elbows and meeting the pulls on his nipple by pushing her full breasts forward, offering them to his greedy mouth.

Preeti pushing her breasts to him, a void formed between their bellies. This void was inviting action. Peter snaked his right hand between their tensed bellies. He could feel the wobbling of her cunt still pounded by his erect cunt but he had another goal : her abandoned clit. His forefinger centered on the sensitive bud and began to tease it. Preeti leaned back, moaning and writhing like a woman in labor. She was gulping air feverishly as her breasts swelled and got ever harder under the attention he was providing them.

Preeti was soon wailing then screaming quite loud to the stars. He played with her body as if he was a musician playing with his violin, making her groan, moan, cry or scream to the rhythm he imposed her. Finally he allowed her frenetic gasps to an even faster tempo, terminating into a screaming crescendo when she climaxed stronger than usual.

Peter controlled himself with a steel will. He continued to fuck her hot pussy quite calmly. He could feel the furnace heat into which his thick veined cock was plunged and she felt his cock like a red hot iron plunged in her belly. God! That stupid Gupta thought that Peter was a wimp unworthy of keeping his balls while Peter had maybe the same staying power than Kyrhan himself! If Gupta had been in the room that night, he might have understood the inanity of his awful projects. Peter was in no hurry to spew his wads of sperm into Preeti's gaping open cunt. She was climbing the slope to yet another climax. Peter wanted both of them to cum together. His slow rhythm was making both of them crazy with need.

Peter continued to caress her love bud, maul her breasts and invade her hot cunt simultaneously. The multiple sensations, in perfect unison, were pushing her toward a mind blowing orgasm.

While Peter was giving a good time to Preeti, Leena was lying on a cornpanion table in her dining room. Only her torso was supported by the table and her belly up to her waist on one side and her head on the other side were hanging freely. The table had been chosen by her butler as it had exactly the required height. He was ramming his erect cock into her cunt while her Bengali chauffeur was using her mouth as if it was just another cunt. She was skewered on both ends like some poultry. The cock filling her mouth and almost obliterating her wind pipe was very useful: without it, her screams of pleasure would have resonated up to the Main Street at twenty yards from there and would have surely attracted attention from her neighbors. The cook and Peter's valet, both of them from Madras were waiting for their turn in the best mahogany armchairs of the room, enjoying Peter's havanas and his prized and very expensive Sherry.

When the four men had tired of fucking Leena, they called for Leena's personal maid, Parvee, and her two drudges of the house. The butler had decided that they, too, could have fun with that submissive Indian woman that so closely looked like their rather strict mistress. The maid came with two big boxes she must have found in the attic. She ordered Leena completely naked.

- I've a complete set of undies and clothes for you!

Parvee opened carefully the first box : when she presented her friends the clothes she had found for Leena. A ruffle of silk could be heard. Leena discovered with surprise what she was expected to put on : an old fashioned corset. It was in very good state. Her maid explained the other girls that such things were used by the English women even in India. The goal was to tightly cinch the waist and push the breasts up while the bottom was pushed back to emphasize its size.

The girls put the corset quite easily on Leena's body. Although she had had eight babies, she had exercised daily and had kept a thin waist. She was very proud to be able to put on that corset but then Parvee told them that the waist could be cinched much further, just by using the laces around the waist : oppositely to the modern equivalent, that lacing was not decorative but intended for real use. Parvi had replaced the strings that could have easily broken. The three girls began to draw the lacing tighter and tighter.