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Hello. I am an accomplished business leader heading a global MNC, moonlighting as a professor at an ivy league business school.

I am also an experienced dominant master and previous slave owner based in Mumbai and frequently travelling across the country and the world. I have done this for over a decade now. I am looking for serious girls who wish to explore an alternate lifestyle. Ive helped cuckold couples get better with each other and submissive couples deal with life in general. And yet, I am here to learn as much as I am here to guide and teach. And remember, just be cause we are talking or meeting or playing parts using bondage toys, it is not an assurance that we will fuck. Everything must be earned in time.

I am fit, broad chested and large shouldered, as pictured. I have hazel eyes, adequate body hair and alternate between a beard and a stubble. I am a man that looks like a man, so if that rings your bells, brilliant.

I am completely alright with being your friend or confidante. I respect the pace at which people like being broken in. If we start talking (and there is a fair chance we will), be subservient, respectful and articulate. Do use complete sentences. I am not grainy about grammar or quality of communication, I believe everyone can enjoy an alternate lifestyle. But abbreviations, noises and one word or single sentense responses show a clear lack of commitment.

I am kind, loving and very supportive, if you are obedient, loyal, kind and intelligent. I am brutal, ruthless and mean, if you are defiant, promiscuous, vile or stupid.

Read my profile. Read my journal. Look at my picture. Its all me. I am being honest and I expect you to be the same. If any part of you is imaginary, including what is in your own head, you will have to put that away if you want to be with me.

Most importantly, I like people who have a bountiful life of their own, I respect that. That is when we become friends. However I have no time for aimless clingers and escapists.

I use Kik and Yahoo Messenger, both of which you will get access to as we get to know each other.

MY LIMITS - I will not cut, pierce or open your skin. I have no interest in excrements. I loathe pets, family or children being involved. And I will respect your limits.

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9/4/2017 6:11:57 AM
Reversed Order : Public turned private

This amazing experience happened a really long time ago. This was a few years after I learnt about dominance, so while I was not new, I was a hopeless romantic as well.

It was my first job and the one getting me the job was this breathtakingly beautiful girl with some chips on her shoulder. She was about 9 years older than me, married a wimp and realised it was weak so divorced. That's all I knew. But was she gorgeous !! She looked like a raven haired Elizabeth Shue, only way more gorgeous. Petite at 5'3", boobs so large even an ass man like me fell for them, slender waise, very poor dressing sense but instantly excused for being too gorgeous to be real.

She was doing some menial unimportant work at an important place. The company needed some urgent resolutions which very few people had the skill for. She asked around and someone we commonly knew suggested that I come in for the special project. This project was so successful, I was hired at an insane value. As a consequence, she gained a reputation of being well connected and was started to be given more important work.

Someone she wasn't satisfied with the increase in respect and equity with management. She wanted more. She wanted that I teach her what I knew so she could eventually do the same kind of work. While I was happy to each, she was a poor learner and was very overconfident about what she could do. Over time, I lost interest in teaching her and she was resentful that I was not ensuring a skill transfer. This was where it started to get nasty.

We had frequent and public confrontations over trivial things. Because they were trivial, it was easy for me to squash her arguments. Despite numerous public shutdowns, she wouldn't learn. My friends and I had nicknamed her "Prissy pissy". She would leave no chance to pick on me and I would usually be polite and defend myself. Her arguments were usually weak and illogical so I mostly won, but soon it went from being irritating to affecting my work.

One such day, when I was not in a kind mood, and she picked on me in a room full of people, I went on a 15 minute relentless tirade that would have destroyed her self esteem. That evening, she came over asking to speak with me in private. She apologised and admitted no one had spoken to her that way ever and maybe that's why she still lives with her parents that dote on her, why she married a wimp and was quick to let him go. Why she is good at starting relationships but ends them soon when men get insecure about how beautiful she is and get clingy. She liked how I stood up to her and especially on that day, when I ripped her apart. 

Now, I was not (and still am not) very trusting. While she was reaching out with a truce and an offer of friendship, I wanted to make sure this wasn't a ratty thing (it eventually became one). I took off on her again, this time making it personal, given it was just us two. I told her while I listened to everything she said, she was still a brat that needed to be spanked as a child to learn some manners. That she needed to introspect hard and know her place in the food chain. And that while she was beautiful, this beauty was meaningless with such a shit attitude. She started to cry. I held my stance. I told her she's just joining her line of wimpy lovers and becoming one herself. And I left.

The next day, in a morning review meeting among the team, I expected she would be quiet. Instead five minutes into the meeting she again poked some random point about me. I fired back and shut her down. She did it again. I went on again for 5 minutes. When we took a break and we were out smoking, she came out too and stood among us, smiling. I realised what was happening. She was enjoying this. I took her aside, and asked her point blank. There were other ways to enjoy being insulted in public, she didn't need to do this at work. I was expecting a rude response, instead she says "Can you show me how?". I told her to meet me after work.

Now while I was into the Dom life and had a few experience before, this was my absolute first effortless and unexpected submission. I wasn't asking for this or expecting it, especially from someone that hot and especially her. 

When the meeting resumed, before being seated, I went up to her and whispered in her ear. "You will now shut the fuck up and not talk unless I ask you to. We're going to travel back home together and we will be taking a shared cab." She stared at me stunned and expressionless. Immediately, she nodded her head. I said "Keep your eyes down when you talk to me." She nodded and looked down.

The rest of the meeting and the day went uneventful. We crossed paths a couple of times, she looked at me and immediately looked down. When the day closed, me and a couple of my office friends decided to take a shared cab, with our little lady in tow. Now these friends were close to me, I could trust they would be discrete but they also knew I had issues with the girl. So they were surprised but went along. One of the men sat in front with the driver, the other sat behind with me and the lady. The ride was about an hour long. In 10 minutes, the lady couldn't resist and said "How come you broke boys have money to take cab rides home? Or are you mooching from office expenses?" 

I turned to her, grabbed her hair and slapped her hard. The boys were shocked. They were surprised at her random act of aggression, but they were more shocked at my reason.

With a handful of her hair in my hand, I made her face one of the boys and said

"Apologise" ...

She whimpered "Sorry". I said "Sorry SIR". She complied "Sorry Sir".

I made her face the other friend, "Apologise". She said "Sorry sir".

I made her face the cab driver, "Apologise". She looked at me with contempt. This time I spat on her cheek and slapped her harder. "I SAID APOLOGISE". She said "Sorry bhaiya". I said "Sorry SIR". She complied. I don't think the cabbie noticed she was talking to her, but he sensed something was odd. The two friends were shocked, at my behavior and more at her compliance. One of them said "Let it go man." I said "No, dude, you don't like it, you're free to get off." He straightened up and looked straight out.

"I've been listening to you bitch and nag about things you don't understand for nearly 6 months. You've not learnt your place, you haven't learnt your level." I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. "Now, you will learn." She involuntarily started stroking it. SLAP! She put her other hand on as well. SLAP! She started rubbing with both hands, pressing down. SLAP! "What do you want?", she moaned. "Nothing. I like slapping your face. Now shut up." SLAP. Her hand movements were more vigorous. 

The cab moved into heavy traffic, roadside vendors selling peanuts and books would come upto the cab, peep in hoping to get a buyer, see two shocked men looking out and a couple behind with the girl's hands on the man's crotch, tears streaming down her face and the man slapping her face. They would stop for a second, stare, not understand or get spook and continue on. 

I told her to come sit in the middle, between me and my friend. She slid over me and sat between us. I turned to my friend and asked him, "She's been a bitch to you too right?". He said "Let it go man. What the fuck is this?". I said "Payback. She's mine now. She will do as I ask her to." He said "You're crazy, man. How did ..." waving at her and me. I said "It's not for you to understand dude. Anything you want to say to her?". He said "No man, looks like you're doing the talking." I asked "You want some of her?". I said it but I didn't mean it. I wanted her for myself. "No man, I don't get this. It freaks me out." he said. "Suit yourself".

SLAP! "Did you hear him? He's still being nice to you. Apologise." I said.
"Sorry sir". 
"Will you ever be nasty to him?"
"No sir."
SLAP "Say it like you mean it"
"NO SIR, I WON'T. EVER."

She kept stroking my cock, another 20 minutes passed. One of the boys had their destination approaching. He asked the other if he wanted to have a smoke. The two alighted, turned to say goodbye. Looked at her face, said nothing and walked away. As the ride continued, I opened up my fly. I was ridiculously hard, my cock was already out from the sides of my briefs. Her gasp clearly stated she saw something she had not seen before. Whether it was the girth, the massive head or maybe just how hard it was. SLAP! She immediately took it in her hands. The traffic was letting up so she relaxed a bit.

I know most of you by now will think, what a cliche' ! A cab handjob from a slave. But in Mumbai a decade ago in an open cab on a packed road has its own thrill.

SLAP ! I put her head down. The cabbie noticed that slap, it was particularly hard. When he looked into his rear view mirror, the lady had disappeared. He turned around to check and found her lips wrapped around my cock. His face contorted. "Haila!". "Seedha dekh aur gaadi chala, hero." ["Look straight and keep driving, wise guy"]. He looked forward, but clearly his attention was not on the road. 

The lady by now was gagging and gasping, intermittently coming up for air and wiping her tears and mouth. The cabbie was furiously turned on. He sheepishly asked "Bhai, gaadi rok doon? Accident ho jayega." ["Can I please pull over? I'm afraid I'll crash the cab."] I told him to drive slow and focus.

The next signal, when the lady was down, the cabbie adjusted his mirror to get a better look. "Chutiye, dekhna hai toh barabar dekh and jhat se seedha ho jaa." ["Fucker, if you want to watch, turn and take a look and then look straight."] He took this for instructions instead of the sarcasm it was intended to be. He turned around, looked down. She must have looked beautiful because I saw him whip straight with his eyes wide open. His hand dove into his crotch, I'm only assuming for his own boner. A soft "Bhenchod" came out of his mouth. She came up and with a small smile said "He looked at me. Oh fuck he looked straight at me.". I answered "Just like the others in office look at you when I insult you. Only this guy will disappear in the next 20 minutes and not know who we are." She smiled at me again. I slapped her hard to break the moment and pushed her back down. When the signal started, he changed gear and steered with one hand. I didn't say much, we were on a relatively open and slow highway. But I did make it worth while for him, occasionally bringing the lady up for a slap or a slobberwash.

In another 20 odd minutes, we approached my place. I asked the cabbie to stop a few blocks before. We quietly traded cash. He zoomed off to what I only assume was a quick rub out in a dark place. This memory was going to be etched in his brain forever. Just the same with our lady. Her hair looked disheveled, her mascara was running, her lipstick was smudged. We took a rickshaw, where I asked her to fix herself. As she was, I introduced her to what BDSM was, with emphasis on exhibitionism and public humiliation. I told her there were mild forms of public behavior that would have the same effect without the risk or embarrassment. She heard every word eagerly. I continued to talk to her about how we could try this more, instead of her being a cunt to me at work. I'll spare you the details, but she went into a long tirade of how relieved she felt to have someone to confide in. She asked if she could kiss me, I denied it, saying she's going to have to earn it. This was probably new for her, given the gorgeous prude that she was. Kissing is usually before sucking a man's cock. We parted ways with me dropping her to her door, still no kiss.

The next day, we met at work as usual. During lunch she asked me and the boys if we were travelling together again. The boys were polite in not telling anyone, but I think they were spooked a bit too much. They said yes to her face, but declined later. Cabs were expensive, they said. Didn't matter to me, between us we made enough to afford cabs every day. Over the next year and a half, there were several public interactions as well ... one on a local train, one at a training institute, one at a colleague's wedding and more. We used nearly every corner of the 10K sq ft office to slap, fuck, blow and cum. Initially, people at work thought we were dating, but over time realised this was something else. 

I'll write about the other experiences if you like this one and tell me so, but honestly nothing compares to the first time a dom takes a sub out for a public display.

8/28/2017 4:17:19 AM
A Strange Kink with a Little girl

I've been out of action for a while. Work has gotten intense and I don't have the time for deviant exploration or slave charity. So this interaction was entirely unexpected, by timing and with what happened. 

An advanced warning to the ladies that like reading about my exploits. This story, I didn't fuck anyone so sorry to disappoint, but I experienced a new kink, so that's always fun.

I was recently at a partner conference at a five star hotel. Super boring affair with the same faces, names and topics. I run into a little girl I know from long ago who hit it big in her career. I always knew she was sharp and capable. I just didn't expect her to become important so soon in a neglectful industry like mine. Little girl has put on some weight, not particularly special to look at, but charming and energetic. 

Now Little girl used to report to me three jobs ago, two levels down, in a different city. So my compliments on her success were received with wide eyes and vigorous nods. "Yes sir", "Thank you sir" was mostly what she was saying when we met and decided to catch up for a bit.

Conference goes on, some people droning on about how they are important. I step out for a smoke and then another. Little girl had parked herself somewhere in the middle while I was towards the back. The third smoke I dropped my pen and someone else tried to fetch it for me. The bustle led to the middle rows, especially Little one, turning around to see if something more interesting was happening in the back. I don't think much of it and continue with my smoke on the balcony until Little one taps me on the shoulder. 

She didn't ask me for a smoke, she instead asked if she could have a drag off mine. Most people who know me know tend to not share. Little one however just seemed so .... little. I let her have one. She proceeds to tell me she'll going to skip lunch and go back to her room and get some work done. I ask her where she was staying. The same hotel as the conference venue. And without a bat, she asks me to come up. The grin on my face spoke much. The blush in her cheeks belied her reaction "I was working on something and I could use some of your brilliant thinking". 

I finished my smoke. She said they're breaking for lunch in 10 minutes, we might as well head up now. I agree. I wanted to take off my jacket. I'm not a formal dresser. So we head up. I'm led into a well appointed room. As usual, she has a twin bed. I don't understand why hotels insist that people living single in a room for two don't deserve a double bed. On the plus side, she asks if I'd like to stretch my feet and I gladly agree.

She did break into work conversation. Half an hour into getting my feedback on a proposal she was working on, we digress and start talking about the old workplace, the people, her ex boyfriend from that workplace, how it ended. Such digressions often land up into personal spaces, especially when people are in close proximity behind closed doors. 

I'm offered a drink. There's a bottle standing on the table, with some off the top suggesting she's either had company earlier or she like taking the edge off with some booze. I accept and two glasses find their way into our hands. Another half hour passes by and two more drinks disappear. The mixers in the minibar deplete, but rather than ordering in for more, she switches to cold water.

Little girl confesses she prefers older men in relationships. Especially those that are fit and ageing well. Not the uncle types. Those that waited out their marriageable age and maintained themselves through bachelorhood. Its a type, I tell her. They know they are attractive, but they're still men. Chips on their shoulders, skeletons in their closets. She extends it to saying that's why she liked me. There was no room for ambiguity about how she liked me.

Now, I am not a likeable type. The first repellant is that I have dependents. I look ok, I stay fit, I'm aloof, brooding, borderline antisocial if not for the sarcastic sense of humour. So I don't expect grown women liking me very much, let alone little girls. Unless of course, the acquaintance was made with hedonism in mind and with expressed intention. But this was completely out of the blue. And Little girl has always been a little girl for me. Never more. Anyone over 8 years younger than me, in my mind and demeanour, is a child.

And yet, while we were engrossed in conversation, neither of us realised that we relaxed more than we needed to. Shoes off, sleeves rolled up, shirts buttoned down for comfort and our feet stretched in our respective beds. A boner stirs lazily. I renew my gaze at her. Little girl doesn't look so little anymore. 

10 minutes more of why did she like me and why didn't she tell me before and she was convinced that she should sit next to me onto my single bed. She moves in from the right. I put my arm around her, snuggling her little body, I'm good at that. She was a bit out of shape, but she fit well. 

This is where the weird part occurred. She lay her head on my chest and breathed in heavily as if taking in some fragrance. Except, I never wear perfumes and rarely use deodorants, preferring good personal hygiene over masking. That said, half the day had passed with a jacket worn in a humid city. I wasn't exactly minty fresh. She slides side ways, sniffing until she reached my armpits and inhales meaningfully. Her little body shook. "You smell so good." Half a minute more of sniffing and she slides her hand into my shirt, playing with my chest hair. 

This is where I would have leaned in for a kiss. I choose to wait. She was running her hands on my nipples, but her head firmly planted in my armpit. Deep heavy breathing. Taking it all in. She starts unbuttoning my shirt in a haste, greedily. Unable to wait for it to come off, she pulls my shirt aside and goes right back into the armpit. I could see a little impish grin on her face when she saw I was shaved. She'd flipped over on her stomach, depending entirely on my arm to prop her up and stop her from falling over. She raises my hand and starts to sniff in and around the armpit, choosing then to stay focussed on the center.

She licks my armpit. Not accidental, very intentional. It was not a flick of the tongue, it was a flat, spread tongued deep lick.  A very strange sensation and thought for me. Of course, when I have dominated women, I have munched and sucked on their armpits, a sensation described as lying between being a tickle and a deep wet kiss. But I had never had it happen to me. And while it felt strange, it obviously felt brilliant.

I grab her by the hair and push her in further, making sure any apprehensions about my acceptance towards her actions were laid to rest, dominantly. Her licks turn into nibbles and kisses. This was good, but I wanted more. I remembered I was not carrying protection and clearly, Little girl was getting what she wanted. Not one to risk an accident, I unzipped my pants, took her tiny right hand that was holding my shirt back, spat on it and placed it on my eager cock. 

Her nibbles turned into a deep gasp followed by mouthfuls of armpit flesh eaten and spluttered on. She seemed to love the lack of proper airflow mixed with the wetness of her own saliva mixing with my musk. Her hand was skillfully sliding up and down my cock. But little that she was, I could sense her hands not being used to jerking a cock off for long. She seemed to periodically slow down, running her fingers over my knob to keep my cock engaged.

Then, with the lust of a smoker whose cigarette is done, but the craving isn't, she glides over to the other side, sliding my shirt off this time and dove straight to the left armpit, while her left hand took over the cock. This move was swift, it seemed rehearsed but the glee with which she resumed, indicated she impressed herself.

Realising I don't cum easy, she put my hand on my cock and let me stroke it while she played with my balls. Having exhausted her sources of musk, she moved to my chest, flicking and biting my nipples. She realised that was my thing and went all in. ten minutes of this and I was about to explode. I grabbed her by her hair, pushed her head down and blew up in her mouth. Clearly one not to be afraid of fluids, she sucked it all in. 

In my eyes, Little girl has become a proper woman, ready and willing to please a man but also take what she wanted. I kissed her like the woman she was, her face was smothered and smelled of my musk, her mascara running. She handed me a towel and asked me to shower up while she washed her face and refreshed her make up. We didn't speak much, but it was not awkward at all. We grinned at each other frequently, asking for little favors as we navigated through the bath and dresser. I was absent for nearly two hours, so I had the perfect alibi of lunch. She called her friends at the organisers to tell then she was out to meet a client and would be back closer to tea. I dressed up, we hugged and kissed again. She thanked me so sincerely, she was almost going to go back to becoming a kid. And the woman said she wants this again. I said, we'll talk about this first, but yes, this can happen again.

Back at the conference, another smoke later, I could still feel the tingling of the micro abrasions her teeth made in my armpits, couldn't tell if I was enjoying it or not, but I was sure when Little girl came back, judging by her bright eyed smile, she thoroughly did.

I'll write more about the next time we meet. If at all we do, after my "talk" with her.

1/16/2017 2:03:05 AM
This one is for AshnaSingh and our mutual love for saree clad women.

When you go to deep into the sea exploring your fetish, you ALWAYS need an anchor to reel yourself back to shore. For me, this anchor is saree clad women. Doms and Masters from other countries have tried to explain how costumes do the same trick, while grudgingly finding sarees sexier than anything they have come across. I somehow don't understand how a french maid (unrealistic), a school girl's uniform (that's a rabbit hole you don't want to go down very often) or any professional dress up costume can work without actual role play. This journal entry is really about how I discovered my women in sarees fetish.

My oldest two saree fantasies were these two extremely hot teachers in my school. The only common thread between the two women was that they had phenomenal bodies. Indian women don't have toned bodies. These women were fit, one of them being borderline ripped. Other than body types, there was nothing in common. One was a raven haired tambrahm married to a man who clearly couldn't control her (he loved showing her off with a submissive pride, which to me is a sign of a cuck waiting to happen). The other was a silver haired gujju. The gujju was divorced but was often picked up from school by a butch looking CD woman on a bike, which leads me to believe she was bisexual. Surprisingly most boys, which agreeing to how hot these women were, never really fantasized about them. They would chase the obviously slutty catholic teachers in their silk skirts and lacy bras. 

Raven, the fit body, was reserved, strict and very professional in her demeanour of teaching. Never a smile cracked, never a kind word spoken, she delivered her class and left. Her sarees were muted in color, crisply draped and usually covering everything but leaving a bit to desire. One peculiarity was that she wore them WAAAY below the navel, dangerously close to her cunt, to the extent that I had once noticed a curl peeking out. And it was hard to find because she was so guarded about her midriff showing. I would often imagine how easy it would have been for her saree to come undone if she stepped on her drapes. I wish !!!

Silver, the ripped lady, was a free spirit, emotional, excited, loud and very passionate about teaching. Boys are stupid. Silver hair = old. On the contrary, she was quite young with premature greying and chose to wear her hair that way. She would often break into song and play acting to emphasize on her points (she was a languages teacher). Silver had curves to die for. Her sarees though worn below her navel, were never challenging gravity. But her curves, no matter what she would do to cover up, her curves were so obvious and luscious. She had a habit which I caught on later. If we ever wished her for special occasions, she would land up giving us a hug. I had so often mastered the art of feeling her up without knowing that there was sleaze involved. 

Alas, not much beyond a boy's fantasy was explored. I still didn't figure out why Raven and Silver were so attractive. Many many years later, I had collared a particularly voluptuous, big breasted beauty. While she was extremely submissive and would follow my instructions blindly (I do love obedience), she had no skills in bed .. ZERO. Bimbo couldn't suck cock, she couldn't spread wide, she arched her back uncomfortably and in general she left much to be desired in the sack. On one particular day, I landed up at her apartment unannounced. I found her in a saree. Her in-laws were visiting (yes, married, and in a committed relationship are my preferred types) and she had to be a nice daughter-in-law. Damn, that vision ... soft cotton saree, tight blouse, pallu wrapped around the waist, a veneer of moisture from cooking on a hot afternoon ... I was captivated. Otherwise a resolute master, I was overcome with animal lust and skipping my entire taming routine, grabbed Bimbo by the hair and shoved my cock in a haste in her dry pussy and fucked her with the saree still on. The pallu is a surprisingly good bondage tool. It is part sling, part restrain, part choker and part fuck aid. She had no idea what had gotten into me, but she wasn't complaining given that she got way more than what she wanted. I finished with the pallu wrapped around my cock, blasting cum in her mouth with her looking up at me with her stupid eyes, looking so gorgeous in that saree. That plain cotton saree. I asked her to change into a showy, occasion wear saree. It was very sexy, but didn't have the drape, fit and ease of use of a simple cotton saree.

From then on, when Bimbo wanted something special, she dressed in a saree. When I wanted pure kink fulfillment, she dressed in a saree. Raven and Silver became clearer and often part of my fantasy with Bimbo. And while I look for my next / last exploration for an obedient, submissive and sassy conquest, I know that a critical parameter in selection will be how she looks in a plain cotton saree.

7/22/2016 6:19:54 AM
This one is for you, sugar bitch. The incident with the girl with the weird fetish.

I knew her for a few years. Common acquaintances and frequent meet ups at house parties. She was at least 10 years younger than me, but I never bother with age and she was cute and curvy so I didn't mind her talking to me. I've always had the reputation of being the experimental wild one who has tried or at least learnt of nearly everything. There were a few incidents where alternative lifestyles were brought up in conversations and I obviously had my say in them. At one such house party, she brought me a drink and started chatting me up. The usual "You seem to know many things !" and "I can never imagine being like that" until she got the courage to bring the real topic out.

She asked how do alternate lifestyles work. I said like any lifestyle - you choose how much of socially acceptable hours you want to live it and how you want to conduct yourself. You figure out who is broad minded enough to accept your choice and participate accordingly. And you have fun. To which she asks if this HAS to be a lifestyle thing and do people just experiment once and then forget about it. People try things they have fantasised about and in most cases, then end up liking it. If they're not willing to accept that, they need to know there is really no one time thing and shouldn't taste the proverbial blood. 

Her next question seemed like a filler and I was getting tired of her being dodgy. I cut through the nonsense. I asked her what she wanted to try, because it's getting obvious she is curious and wants to try something.

She wanted sexual play with candles. She confessed she loved wax, its texture, the feel of warm soft wax and how it lent itself to art through colors and fragrances. She tried play with them by herself but she was neither very imaginative nor very experimental. 

Let's face it. Fetishes are never fully experiences alone. 

I proceeded to give her some vivid scenarios of what she can do when she is by herself. Somehow the way I described them turned her on intensely. I could see her dry her mouth as I spoke, there was an excited gleam in her eyes and a thin veneer of sweat over her face. I asked her if she wanted me to show her some of these, I would be glad to. I got the cliched "I have a boyfriend", but it was more of a whimper of complaint than a warning as is usually intended. I told her I had no interest in fucking her. This was purely academic ;). Honestly, she knew that was far from the truth. She took my number and promised to call me. 

She called a day later and came right to the point. Her parents were out of town and her brother was going to stay over at some friend's place and she was wondering if I would come over for a drink and maybe talk some more. She was coy still, but direct about being in a scenario where she could possible get what she wanted.

I stopped over at a gift shop and bought a few candles. The kind of candles stores stock these days is frankly alarming. I popped over to a chemist to get some condoms and lube. When I arrived, she was already setting things up. She was dressed in a vest which was two sizes too large and a pair of loose shorts. Very much at home but absolutely not dressed for company. A makeshift bar was available with whatever she could afford in the time at hand. Curtains drawn given it was just about noon. She'd lit up a few candles and I could smell a mixture of mint and green apple. Clearly she didn't mix fragrances well. She had started drinking already, I could smell it in her breath.

I asked her politely but firmly to go brush her teeth and get a few hair ties. I added a sting by asking her to return in two minutes and that I was keeping time. She didn't need to do either but I wanted to ensure compliance to instructions given. With a confident ok, she left and returned with a few seconds to spare. 

I sat her down besides me, we spoke a bit about what turns me on, played with her hair and touched her face a few times to loosen her up to my touch. She seemed right at home. I then pulled up a lit candle and asked her to cup the flame in her hands and feel the warmth. I asked her to look at the flickering flame's reflection in my eyes. I asked her to wick some hot wax on her finger and watch it solidify. Then crush it between her fingers and watch it crumble. Then I asked her to wick some more and this time mash it between her fingers. Her breathing was heavy and excited, her hands were trembling with the burning heat of the melted wax. 

I leaned over a grabbed her fair for a deep kiss. She hungrily kissed back, with an open mouth trying to make it last longer and I guided her off reminding her she had a boyfriend. She made a little noise of protest which is dismissed with a slight slap on her face and turned her head away. I asked her to lay on the floor and pull her top up. She tried removing her top. I stopped her with an authoritative "Up bitch, not off". She complied. I asked her to close her eyes with her hands and not take them off.

I took the candle over her body and told her she will feel a sting and she need not be surprised. First one drop of wax. She gasped. Then another. Then a third. Her thighs clenched and squirmed and I knew she was turned on to the point of wetting herself. 
Then instead of a drop, I dripped a line. She yelped. That clearly hurt. I asked if I should stop to which she whispered "Please, no". I rolled my foot over her midriff indicating I wanted her to turn over. She did and when she got into position, I lifted up her vest all the way to her shoulders. Drop, drop, drop and line. Again, a whimper and a clench. This time, her ass. I pulled her shorts down to her ass crack with my foot. With my foto resting on her ass, I dripped and lined her back until it was covered. I took the bottle of soda from the makeshift bar and poured a bit over the wax. It rapidly stiffened and i rubbed it off with my hands. The soft skin on her back had turned red where the wax dropped. She could feel it burn as my hands rubbed at the redness.

I asked her to flip over again and lift her top up further over her head. She was wearing a bra. I didn't want her breasts to feel little heat. I wanted the first sensation for them to be a proper puddle of wax. So I asked her to lift up her bra and bare her breasts. And this time, I told her to look. I held her hands over her head and said I was only going to let a single drop fall on her nipples. And before even finishing the sentence, I overturned the candle on her right nipple. She screamed, thrashing and wiggling as I pinned her down by her hands. She broke into a sweat which I wiped with the sleeves of the hand that was pinning her down. Before she could catch her breath, I poured another candle on her left nipple. She screamed again, this time I let her hands go and let her try to get the wax off. As she tried, the wax spread over her hands and breasts as it went from liquid to a soft solid. I asked her to rub the wax all over her chest, breasts and midriff, intermittently pouring a few drops of wax to give her something to play with. 

I then sat over her, facing her feet and asked her to raise her legs and lock them under my arms. She asked for a time-out to which I refused saying I don't have much time. I didn't really. So she complied. I controlled and stabilized her with her feet locked under my arms as dipped my finger in the was and started tracing words on her inner back of her thigh. She was reeking of cum. I could see her shorts in a mixture of sweat and cunt juice. I slapped her inner thighs and dripped a few lines of wax on them. I expected her to be sensitized to the heat by now, but she wasn't fully. Her screams has turned into muffled shouts, but the moans were few in between. I pulled off her shorts for deeper access to her thighs. I left her cunt alone though. Clits don't do well with waxy stings. They hurt for days and I was not sure if she was ready for it. Every drop on her inner thigh caused her to shudder and moan. Her panties were dripping wet and I saw she was ready to take this to the next level. 

I reached for my bag and pulled out the candles, condoms and lube I bought. While I didn't need all the candles, I fetched a particularly long fat one, covered it with a condom and lubed it up. She couldn't see what I was doing and asked what was next. I showed her the lubed up candle and in the next second, I plunged it into her cunt and she roared. It was a deep half scream half moan that sounded drenched in pleasure. I was three inches deep and fucking her with the candle as I reached out for a lit candle and started dripping lines on her outer thighs. She wiggled and started to get hard to control.

I stood up, took off my pants and sat back on her in a half 69. I pinned her feet down with one hand, fucking her with the candle with the other. She was rubbing my thighs, ass and balls, very cheekily keeping her hands off my cock. A few patient minutes later, I told her I didn't want this to be one sided and she'll have to do something for me. She asked me how she could. I answered by sliding into a proper 69, lifting up my hips and guiding my cock into her mouth. I took her hands and pinned them between my calves and hamstrings and proceeded to fuck her face and thrust the candle into her cunt. At first she didn't suck, she just let my cock slide in and out of her mouth, but when I started pumping and she has no place to go, she sucked hard seeming only to get me to slow down. I didn't slow down. A few more inches of the candle went into her cock with my cock going deeper into her. She pushed me off to spit out some puke on the side and turned back to welcome my cock again. 

Ten minutes into that and I had left the candle deep in, letting the candles own weight and her rising and falling hips do their business. I had fully turned my attention to grabbing her hair and fucking her face. I looked down to see my balls slap her forehead as she grimaced and took me in. I started rubbing her wax sore skin. She tried to speak but her words were muffled over my pumping cock. She seemed like she said more, so I grabbed a cube of ice and started rubbing it on her inner thighs, with the other hand grabbing her hair and plunging deeper in her mouth. 

I don't cum easily, but this sight was amazing and new. I came deep inside her throat as I heard her gasp for air from the little space left between her mouth and nose where my balls rested. After pumping out most of my cum in her throat, I pulled out and let her suck off the last few drop. I pulled out the candle and massage her cunt and inner thighs as she finished me off. 

We stood up and I led her to the mirror to show her what she let me do to her. She smiled as she looked at her ravaged face and body. She was spotted red, liner leaking, wax clinging on where it wasn't rubbed off. She said this was what she needed. As we showered, I turned her around and realized I had completely ignored her arms, arm pits and butt cheeks. I brought that to her notice and she said she was glad at least some was left for another time, indicating clearly there was going to be another time.

There wasn't another time. I think she is in the US now, married and still studying.

7/15/2016 5:00:16 AM
I promised someone I would write about my experience with cuckolds. Here it is. Most cuckolds are men plagued with blood sugar or cholesterol with women that stand by them, hungry for carnal satisfaction but always having to make do with half erect penises struggling to achieve orgasm. The denial in them is embarrassing really, silently encouraging their dolled up wives to showcase themselves to other men, watching them strip their women in their minds and then come back home to vigorously but unfruitfully bang their women with their flaccidness or a slightly heated rubber tool. Where it gets interesting is when they are confronted with the consequences. You show off your wealth and some day someone with power will take it away from you. The day their wives find a bull that they don't care the husband finding out about or walking in on is their day of reckoning. Strong male egos staring at the bull with eyes filled with contempt, hatred, curiosity and arousal all at once. Watching them struggle to hide their inadequate bones as their beautiful, well dressed women are slowly stripped off at the hands of the bull. Their barks of protest caught in their throats and the women look at them with taunting yet grateful eyes, that soon roll up as they are pounded inch for inch, used as objects of meat and pleasure. At first, he just stood there gaping. Staring at my cock pounding her, my #3, as I pulled her hair. She was half moaning, half yelping and hadn't noticed he was looking at her. She didn't plan on him walking in, but I did. And she lost all reason or sense of time and security once I gripped her throat and flipped her over to finger bang her from the back. I always make her wear soft cotton sarees. There's something beyond kink about owning a slave who is married and has a proper household. But I digress. He had the same look that I've seen before in cuckolds. No clue what to do. Their feeble minds goad them on to beat the man enjoying his woman. But their bodies frozen because of the blood rushing to support their weak manhood. That's when I took charge and asked him to come and have a seat on the bed. As if transfixed at the sight of a bull and his bitch, he instantly complied. Furious at himself as he was on this involuntary compliance, I could see his Adam's apple rise and fall as he gulped in his shame and embraced this vision as a welcome one. I asked the bitch to speak with her husband. As him how is day was, ask him if he's like a glass of water. All I got out of her was a series of "unnhh" and "mmmhh". A hard smack on her ass jolted her back into the now and she politely asked. He could just nod. No. He nodded one too many times hoping she would get the hint and stop and he could resume being a "man" and proceed to make a scene. But she was too far gone. Realising he was trying to break free, I called onto him to change his position and sit where he could see properly. Away from her face, closer to my cock. This was the first time we make eye contact. He looked scared. His anger has turned into fear. I asked him to squat behind me to the right. He complied. And then I did something what would have either given me total control over this couple or I would have lost the slave I had groomed so well. I asked him if he had ever seen his bitch get fucked like this. To my absolute surprise, he said "No sir". Who has taught him this? Is he really so cuckold in denial that he instinctively paid me respect? I didn't care much beyond the moment of surprise. I owned these two animals. Thereon, I piled on the humiliation on both, more on the man. And he seemed to love it. I make him hold his woman in a position she couldn't have achieved herself, weak bitch, so I could bang her better. He seemed to enjoy it so much, he even started suggesting what I should do to her next. A surprising revelation came in the form of him confessing she never sucked his dick. I doubt women want flesh chewing gums, I told him. You can't get it up, she has nothing to suck on. I grabbed her hair, flipped her over and started banging her face. She grimaced as the flavor of latex from the condom and lube hit her tongue. He actually fucking smiled. Her eyes teared up as she choked on my cock. I jerked her head off just in time to avoid some puke falling on me. I made him get her some water to rinse and made him clean the mess. Idiot tried to touch me to clean me up. I pushed him away harshly. The bitch jerked me off until I finished on her face, asking him to get her a towel. I didn't want him to find out if he was really straight or in the closet. Else I've have made him eat my cum. I asked him to go wait outside for us. I made her wash my cock and bathe me like she usually did. We ignored him for the better part there after. She served me some tea. I left shortly after wishing the couple a good evening. I'll of course be seeing them soon. Her for sure, him I have a hunch too.

7/4/2016 7:16:18 AM
I need some perspective on this one. There is this girl in the office. She's the kinds that falls in trouble for being a little too gorgeous for her own good. A very demure face, vulnerable eyes that want you to protect her instantly, a smile that makes you want her for yourself and forever, perfectly perky round boobs, a forgivable flat butt, even her nose is admirable. But she is also superhumanly intelligent and very well accomplished. Now, given her virtues she has many suitors. In fact, she's at the receiving end of so much attention, she probably doesn't have a single straight male in her life that wants to only befriend her.

Now, she's at least four levels below me in the org tree. But because she is pretty, popular and very wanted, I'm naturally not going to ignore her. We have our lunches and drives back home where I get to hear about the life she wants and the men who are after her, not in a boastful way, but in a weary way. Flirtatious that I am, I took the conversation ever so slowly about why she is attractive, what men find attractive about her and the kind of man she wants in her life. 

She soon turned the tables on me and started to quiz me lightheartedly about the same things. Now, I'm not shy when alone with a girl about what I want. Hell, I'm so shameless I have a term for my zero foreplay move called the "naked dick". Once I've breached a level of verbal intimacy with a woman, I don't court to kiss. The second we are alone and private, after a few words of kink, My hard erect cock is out from between my zipper staring the woman in the face and the words "Take it in your hands NOW". Of the many times I have done this, I remember it failing just once, that too with a woman I knew for a fact wanted me to dominate her. Coming back, with this little girl from the office, I didn't do that just yet. What I did do is I told her about submission and slave ownership, about my two subs and two slaves. She heard this with intent and thankfully didn't bring up "50 shades of grey". 

Towards the end of the conversation, I popped a hint just for her. Women that want to submit, usually wear something that resembles a collar. A turtleneck, a choker, a tight chain - anything around their neck. They then draw the man they want to pay attention to this change. Usually asking him how she looks with this around her neck. This was told two mornings ago.

Last morning, she walks in to my cabin with a thin, crocheted, black lace choker around her neck, beautifully intricate with a little black tear drop at the apex. She comes in, greets me, doesn't say a word about it and walks away. I did notice. She knew I noticed. Bear in mind this woman is drop dead gorgeous already and she just pushed me from 0 to 7 inches in a literal heartbeat. But she doesn't say anything.

I wait until lunch, my mind being nowhere but on her neck. At lunch, she came over and invited me to join her. We ate lunch, I ate calmly though she seemed like she was having trouble swallowing, I can't imagine why. When we arose from the table, she asks " Did you notice a change in me?". Tricky bitch! I didn't fall for it. The day went on with not much exchanged and on purpose, I left early so she was denied her cushy ride home.

THIS morning, she comes back with the same thing and right in the morning when she came to greet me, she asks "Now did you notice anything different?". Today she made sure she was particularly attractive. And she did something I mentioned I found sexy. Slightly winged eyeliners. Arrogant that I am, I said I did notice the wings at the edge of her eyes. She asks "That's it?". I shrugged and let her go.

The real question here is .. she hasn't drawn my attention to her choker. But she's asking for me to notice it. It's against the Dom/Master ethic. She MUST ask for me to notice. I have three options to proceed, before her hot, excessively coveted ass gets weary and stop wearing the choker.
1] Notice it and say it out loud
2] Play ignorant until she asks for me to notice
3] Correct her by saying "If you're talking about your choker, you need to ASK me to notice as protocol of initiation". In the off chance that she thinks she is asking when she actually isn't. 

Message me what you think I should do. This one can be #5 and I'd love her to be.

6/29/2016 12:30:15 AM
I have a dirty defloration / exploitation kink, which is evident from my journal entry on role plays. My personal favorite roleplay is of a distant cousin wanting to be a film star and needing my help getting around / getting famous.

One of my subs did this one VERY well. She would pretend to be geeky and goofy, reveal her dreams to become an actress to her "bhaiyya" [me] and then ask me how to go about it. I'd lie to her about how I have connections and can make her famous. The conversation would inevitably go to the casting couch and ... DAMN !!!

6/27/2016 1:38:22 PM
About about fuck off, eh? Since when did subs and slaves start expecting Doms and Masters have to start chasing them? That's not the kind of world I live in. Masters are still very much in control. They're the hunters, not the beaters. If you are too scared and have things to hide (oh my husband, oh my family), then you're in the wrong business because REAL MASTERS DON'T BREAK TRUST. If you have ANY experience in being owned, girls and women, you should be able to recognise the real deal from the fakers, posers and desperados. Granted there are a lot of kids and weirdos masquerading as a Dom, but if you cannot sense their obvious desperation and childish idiocy, you don't have a brain. If you can see someone is the real deal, you HAVE to learn to trust and give in order to receive. And if you want to take time with that, prepare to entertain the masters with humility, obedience and wit. Masters will NOT chase you. If they chase you, they are FAKE. Because really, you are not special to them. You mean NOTHING. You bore them, you're out. We have better things to do.

This goes out especially to a couple of ladies I have spoken to from here recently. This is not a one way street. I'm not here to entertain you with my words. You need to return the favor, in words or in kind. If I don't receive, I will lose interest. If I don't receive prolongedly, I will disappear. Don't be surprised or act shocked. Don't think your slur thereafter will bother me, it should your class. And for sure, don't come back begging with an empty bowl. I have nothing for you.

6/25/2016 1:12:01 PM
Midnight itch. #2 is right now living by herself. She's bored through her skull. This is the first time she is living by herself and has no idea what to do with the ample free time she has. Naturally she would turn to me. Usual weak desperation in her void. She wants me to come to her and give her some relief. And she got it! I didn't go to her, it's Saturday night. I have a fairly active social life! However, she was sent on a task hunt and I saw the whole thing. Her task was to go and expose herself to a toll booth attendant. Expose doesn't mean flash her body parts. But feel exposed. She was made to go through the sea link, Facetime Video call on, stop at the toll booth, when the guy comes over, she had to be quiet, stare at him, put her left middle finger in her mouth, hand a thousand, wait for whatever came back (the attendants ask to know if it's one way or two), say "Thank you jaanu" and drive off. Moment of truth, the attendant froze. He didn't know what was happening. She didn't know if she had to keep her finger in her mouth or not. She's dumb but obedient and know what I want. She kept it in. Awkwardness for about 5 seconds. I bet he got a boner, I've mentioned she is very pretty. Comes back with a return ticket. Cringe worthy word "jaanu" but the attendant would know what it meant. The look on his face was priceless. The silence for the next minute was priceless. Seeing her gulp the saliva collecting in her horny mouth was priceless. She said when she turned back at the end to go home, the attendant was on the returning side. But a booth away. She drove through the corner to avoid him. She wondered and I know secretly hopes her face is forgotten among the thousands that come through the toll station. My bet is she won't be forgotten and this will make her wet or sweat for the next few months at least. How lovely!

6/24/2016 9:56:49 PM
Online roleplay - Personally I don't care for it unless the person has exceptional language. Even then, online role play is time consuming and prone to disconnections. Telephonic role play however is a different delight. Most people have sexy voices and are far less shy on the phone (though more reserved than they are on text). And role play NEEDS some actual roleplaying / acting. If you're a nurse, you need to know how to administer an injection, turn someone over when they are lying down, check the pulse. If you are a house maid, you need to not know English [unless you're roleplaying a french maid, then you need English with an accent]. Your roles have to be enacted. Not just spoken about. Masters too. Doctors must inspect and know at least some medical terms. Loan sharks need to talk tough and when the sub resists, they need to know how to get them to submit, with just words. And of course, if role play leads to some master service, the play has to be on when you're getting pounded, Master and sub. Neither can go silent once the act is on. For e.g., a maid in need of money will have to keep asking how much will the master give her or what else she can do for more money. A tax auditor has to keep pointing out statutes and laws that the sub / master may have broken.

Fortunately, I'm good at role play. Here's a list of roleplays that I personally like a lot. No order of preference, just a list. My perspective. Ladies you can make it relevant to you if and when needed. I'll be happy to give more ideas to people who want to try.

- House maid / Domestic help / Replacement Maid / Maid on rent / Room service or House keeping at hotel ... Pivot with bringing her relative to work, breaking something precious, getting caught stealing, getting caught slacking, getting caught doing something forbidden
- Phone sex girl / Exotic Dancer / Stripper / Call Girl / High class escort / Cheap prostitute ... Pivot with bar pickup, massage, exotic party, room service, attending a business meeting
- Job seeker / Secretary / Boss / Boss's daughter / Colleague / Receptionist ... pivot with in office, office party, golf course, board room, late night work, important deal gone wrong, bad paperwork and typos, internship, desperate to work at the company, eager to please
- Policewoman / Tax Inspector / Customs / Immigration ... Pivot with tax fraud, bad credit, smuggling, sneaking into a country
- Step Sister / Cousin / Aunt / Elderly Aunt / Neighbour / Neighbour's daughter ... Pivot with cooking, cleaning, visiting, staying over, bad weather, foreign language
- Actress / Film Star / Fashion model / Porn star / Rock band  ... Pivot with aspiring actress, producer, studio boss, groupie, staying over, at an audition, passing through town, signing autographs
- Tenant skipping rent / breaking stuff / loud party / too many men coming over ... Pivot with tenant's wife, tenant's daughter, tenant's sister, tenant's mother
- Burglar / Carjack / Heist / Running from the law / Skipping countries ... Pivot with a boat ride, a plane ride, a bank, a jewellery gallery, art gallery, exotic cars
- Kidnap using drugs / Knifepoint / Gang ... Pivot with tight bondage,  
- Basement / Dungeon / Alien colony dungeon / Medibeautiful for cuckolds)
- Voyeur / Exhibitionist ... pivot with watching from a window, door crack, keyhole, exotic lingerie, oil or lotion self massage, knowing you're being peeped on and putting on a show but pretending to not know
- Cult / Commune ... pivot with male cult leader, female cult leader, alternate lifestyles
- Royalty / King/ Queen / Princess / Prince / General ... pivot with different eras, different countries, war time, war prisoner, negotiations to surrender, royal forced marriage, king's court
- Doctor / Nurse / Physiotherapist / Shrink ... pivot with own problems, partner problems, not covered in insurance, can't afford surgery, sick and in bed, dark secrets coming out in a session
- Fitness coach / Yoga Instructor / Masseuse / Exercise class / Dance instructor ... pivot with in home, at class, at event, injury while working out, trial class, exotic massage, oil or lube, jealousy at other students getting more attention
- Prison / Jail / Jailor / Warden / Psychiatric Institution ... pivot with escape attempt, new inductee, jail veteran, conjugal visit [maybe gone wrong], favors from guards, pleasing the warden for extras, mental illness like split personality, procedures like washdowns or lobotomy.
- End of the world / Stranded on an island / Zombie Apocalypse ... this is tricky, there has to be fear, tension and rescue to enjoy this.

I'm going to keep throwing more of these up as we go.

6/23/2016 10:24:00 PM
So I'm meeting #2 again ... after a month !! She wants to meet me every day. She would love to live with me. She knows there's no way she is going to get to do that. She has to wait. I can feel her wiggling each time I text her. She has this arousing desperation in her voice which gets more desperate with time. I get her to talk to me in Hindi when she is desperate, just to make her realize she needs to work on her language. I twist conversations to make her blurt things like "Mera number kab aayega, sir". Sounds cheesy and I know she means it. Interestingly, she is thoroughly obedient right until the point we get into bed. She knows she has to remove my shoes when I walk in. She knows she has to serve me a glass of water at 15 degrees and be my foot stool for the five minutes I need to relax after I get in. She even knows to place my bag upright, remove my phones, set them on charge. She's been trained for most of what I like. But when we get in bed, she has no idea what to do to please me. She can't deep throat OR shallow throat (full marks for trying though). She can't take a pounding beyond an hour. She cries like a sacrificial goat each time I buttfuck her and I am forced to pull out because she's afraid her asshole might rip. In short, I cannot do a thing I want to her. But, she is so hot and dumb. Long dark hair, big breasts, tight erect nipples, beautiful, short, curvy and horny like a lifer in Vegas. So I've made piece with using her like a fuck doll. She loves it anyways. Missionary banging, on and on and on. No breaks for water or for the loo. No change in position. I'm not sure if I'm disappointed that I can't do much. Or pleased that there's much to do. We'll see then !!!

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 Age: 28
 Alexandria, Virginia