My Exchange Student

I had been a professor at the university for eight years now. I taught American history and ancient cultures. I was one of only six women professors at the university. Every year we had many exchange students enroll from various countries. This particular year happened to be less organized. It seems there was not enough dorm rooms for the amount of exchange students.

The Dean called me into his office and asked if I would mind hosting a young girl for Calcutta. Her name was Amara, she was 21. She was majoring in mathematics. The Dean also mentioned she was taking one of my classes, ancient cultures. Our institution operated on a regular two semester academic year, so she would be staying with me for one semester. By the start of the second semester, dorm rooms would be available.

I was to pick her up at the airport Saturday at ten. We agreed that I would wait at the luggage pick up for her. I pranced about nervously, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, from the crowd a young woman emerged, waving at me. She was a tall girl, 5' 9" or so. She was a mixture of Indian and Asian. Her features were absolutely striking. The most beautiful brown silky skin, long jet-black hair and wonderful dark eyes. The contrast of her brown skin, ruby lips and the big smile of perfect white teeth, was stunning. I thought, God what I'd give to look like that.

She was very formal. "Hello! Are you professor Anderson?"

I smiled at her, "yes. You must be Amara?"

"Help me with my luggage. I hope you're going straight home from here?"

I grabbed a suitcase, one in each hand and grunted as I lifted them from the carousal.

"Yes. Unless you would like to go somewhere else?"

Her hair bounced as she shook her head. "No. I am tired from the trip. I would like to take a bath and rest."

She didn't say much on the trip home from the airport. Just an occasional, "that's nice" when I pointed out something of interest.

"Have you been to the United States before?"

"Yes," she replied.

I didn't really expect a lot more. Mathematical people were always in a world of their own. Unless you could speak equations to them, they were not interested in talking.

It must have been a let down for her. She didn't know she was going to be stuck with a 43 year old unmarried history professor. I helped her carry her bags to her room. I gave her the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. It was the only other bedroom in the house, besides mine, with its own bathroom.

She smiled, "thank you." Then hurried me out and closed the door.

I thought ,well her social skills leave much to be desired. I was thankful she was not some giggly, bubbly, immature, and noisy teenage girl. I could live with a quiet one. Besides, I liked my privacy too, so it would work out best for all concerned. I was in my study going over some student papers when Amara walked in. I was a bit shocked to say the least. She stood there in front of me, completely naked.

"What time do you prepare dinner?" She asked

She stood there, perfect straight posture, her left wrist limp, as if waiting for someone to snap a picture of her. Her breasts were perfectly formed, dark brown areolas with equally dark nipples. Smooth stomach, pierced belly button, perfect full hips and beautiful long legs. She had a small triangular patch of black pubic hair just above her clit. The rest of her pussy was shaved clean. Her fingernails and toe nails were painted bright red. She could for an actresses in one of those "Bollywood" movies.

"Well....." I said. "I usually have a low-cal dinner around seven or eight. With a small glass of wine. I don't eat red meat. Mostly fish, vegetable and sometimes skinless chicken breasts. Does any of that meet with your approval?"

"Yes. Thats fine. I'll take a nap and be ready by seven." She turned and went back to her room. I bit my lower lip. I wanted badly to ask why she didn't bring any slaves with her from Calcutta. I was not her mother or her hand maiden. After a few minutes of fuming, I let it go.

I fixed tilapia with a dill sauce, steamed vegetables and a small glass of fine Chardonnay at room temperature. She came to the dinner table, completely in the nude. I didn't say anything, I just smiled.

"I hope you like tilapia."

"Its fine," she replied.

"I didn't know if you drank wine or not. If you like I can pour you a glass."

"No thank you. I prefer water."

Since she was not going to say anything, I decided to start the conversation. "I understand you are a going to major in mathematics?"

"Yes, that's correct."

I politely smiled. "I also see you signed up for one of my classes. Ancient cultures."

"Yes. The ancients fascinate me. With all their primitive ways and strange beliefs."

"I have some books on the subject. If you'd like to read them."

She wiped her lips and neatly folded the napkin before standing up. "No, thank you. I am still tired from the time change. I have some unpacking to do also."

"Sure. I know about the time changes. You have a nice rest."

She smiled, "What time do you prepare breakfast?"

"Well..... On the weekends I usually don't get up early. So I have something around nine or ten."

"That will be fine," she said, turning to go to her room.

I bit my lip again. Tomorrow morning, I was going to definitively have a talk with her. I was going to make it clear that we were going to equally help each other around the house.

The next morning, nine sharp, she walked into the kitchen, completely nude.

I was having my morning coffee and reading the paper. "Do you mind if I ask you a question," I said putting the paper down.

"No. What?"

"Do you always go around strangers houses in the nude? I mean its one thing to go around nude in your house. No really common to do it in someone else's house."

She stared at me. "Does it bother you?"

"Well..... Yes, a little. I just don't consider it as proper behavior." I took a sip of coffee. "That's all."

"Perhaps if you were nude. It would be more acceptable?"

I sat my coffee cup down. "Excuse me? I don't think so!"

I was taken by total surprise. She moved behind me so quickly, pulling my arms behind the chair. She grabbed the sash from my robe to tie my hands together. I didn't realize how strong she was or how very weak I was.

"What are you doing? Amara! Untie me right now!" I shouted.

She stared down at me with a wicked grin on her face.

"Amara!" I shouted again.

Quickly, she shoved the dish cloth in my mouth.

"I think I find it more acceptable if you are in the nude!"

She reached down and tore open my robe, completely pulling it back over my shoulders. She pried my legs open with her hands. "That's much better," she smiled. I quickly closed my legs.

She grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen tool holder and smacked my inner thigh. I would have screamed out loudly, if it were not for the dish cloth in my mouth. It was very painful.

"Keep your legs open! Wide open!" She shouted.

I quickly opened my legs, allowing her a perfect view of my hairy womanhood. I was neatly trimmed down there, but still a bit hairy.

She used the spoon as an extension of her finger, rubbing it up and down over my nipples. "I have something in my room for that hairy pussy of yours."

She went to her room and returned with a large dildo. It was battery powered. I saw the control switch in her hand.

She used lotion to lubricate the dildo before inserting into my vagina.

"Now, you can close your legs!"

When I did, she tied them together at the knees. This held the dildo tightly in place between my legs. My head was still reeling, I couldn't believe this was happing. What was Amara doing to me?

Suddenly I felt the vibrator switch on. Amara was standing over me, again with that wicked smile. "This vibrator will relax your pussy. Maybe take some edge of that, I'm a professor, attitude."

That was the first time I had a vibrator in my vagina before. I know it sounds unbelievable but true. Me and my roommate did used just a plain dildo when I was in collage. That was only because it was a safe way to have an orgasm. As for the fancy electronic devices, I never used any. My fingers were always good enough. I began to feel all sorts of sensitive things going on inside me. The vibrator was beating against my clit. I glanced down and my nipples were standing out stiff.

Amara walked by and pinched them, twisting and pulling before letting go. That was enough to set off an orgasm in me. My God! I could not believe the sensations that were shooting through my body. It was so intensive. My head was snapping back and forth, my breasts were bouncing up and down. I could not get my legs apart to release the vibrator. It pounded the second orgasm through me and it pounded the third one also. I was taking deep breaths in and out of my nostrils and I was perspiring a lot now.

Amara switched the vibrator off and I was thankful for the relief. She untied my legs then removing the vibrator. She smiled down at me.

"Look at how wet your pussy is! Your thighs and the whole chair is soaking wet. You were hot!"

I was humiliated enough. She could have left the comments off.

"You looked pretty sexy there," she whispered. "Your nice big tits bouncing up and down. Your hairy pussy dripping wet."

She took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat down next to me. "I'm going to remove the gag. You can tell me how much you like to go around naked now."

She took the towel from my mouth. I took a deep breath into my lungs. She stared at me. "You would like to stay naked for the rest of the day. Wouldn't you?"

I nodded my head. "Yes."

She pinched my nipple. "Tell me!"

"I would like to remain naked for the rest of the day."

She opened one of her suit cases. She took out a wooden bar with leather cuffs attached to each end. It was about foot or so long. "Just to make sure you don't run off anywhere. I'll put this spreader bar on your feet."

It was as if she had done this many times before. She buckled the cuffs around my ankles. I felt like a common criminal. A prisoner in my own home. "How long must I have to wear this thing?" I asked.

"Until I say you can take it off." She pulled me to my feet and tossed my robe on the floor. "I think for now I'll keep your hands tied behind your back."

She took another pair of cuffs from the case and buckled my hands together. I decided to try and reason with her. "This is ridiculous, Amara. Let me go! I'll overlook everything that's happened. I won't report anything."

"I know you won't, professor Anderson. I'm going to take you back to my room and paddle your ass!"

That got my attention immediately. "Amara! Please! You could be expelled from university for these kinds of things."

She laughed, "Me expelled? Or you expelled?"

She awkwardly pulled me down the hall to her room.

"All your perverted habits would come out in the open if you were to tell."

"What?" I gasped. "Perverted habits? What are you talking about?

Amara smiled, squeezing my cheeks together with he fingers. "I would have to tell them about it all. It would be humiliating for you. Is that what you want?"

My God! I couldn't believe what she was saying. However, when I thought about it, she was right. No matter what the out come. All the details would be told for everyone to hear. What had I got myself into?

She put a different gag in my mouth this time. It was a round white ball with holes in it. Attached to some leather straps that fastened behind my neck. She made me kneel beside the bed with my chest on the bed and my butt facing her. She gave me a half dozed or so whacks from some sort of paddle. My butt was very warm and stinging with pain. I hadn't had a spanking since I was a little girl and I didn't like it then.

"Stand up!" she shouted.

I hobbled to my feet. That bar made it difficult. She pointed to he corner in her room. "You stand face first in that corner until I say you can move. You hear me?"

I nodded my head and slowly hobbled my way across the room to the corner. I never felt so humiliated and helpless in my life. Again, I had not stood in a corner since I was a little girl. Tears formed in my eyes as I stood there thinking how I must look.

The stinging in my butt had subsided by now. Amara walked into the room. "Come over here!"

I turned and hobbled to where she was standing. "Turn around!"

She unfastened the cuffs around my wrists. "I don't think you need these now. Once you learn the proper way to stand." She gave my butt a little slap with her hand.

"Put your hands behind your head. Right on the buckle of the gag."

She pulled them around behind my neck. "Elbows out! Fingers locked together! Like that!"

She spun me around. "Nice. By raising your elbows. You lift your tits."

She smiled. "Now, walk to the kitchen for me."

I hobbled down the hallway, the bar only allowing me to take short steps. I felt stupid with my arms up in the air like that.

"That's nice," she said, patting me on the butt.

"Do you know how to fix tea?"

I nodded my head, yes.

"Good. Then take your arms down and make some for me. When you have finished. Place your hands behind your head again."

I poured the tea in a cup, placed it on the table and put my hands behind my head. I felt so embarrassed, with that bar holding my legs open.

Amara had picked up a small short whip of some sort. It was hanging around her wrist by a leather strap. She held it up to my face. "Do you know what this is?"

I shook my head, no.

"It's a pussy whip and a tittie whip. It has about twenty-five little leather ends. It will make your labia sting. And it will make your nipples sting too."

I swallowed hard.

"I want to drink my tea outside. On the patio. Take your hands down and carry it out there for me."

I thought to myself. Please don't make me go outside like this!

"If I have to tell you again. I'll whip your ass twice as hard as before!"

I quickly grabbed the cup, opened the patio door and took it outside to the table.

"That's much better, professor."

"Face me while I drink my tea. I like to play with your hairy pussy."

She slid the handle of her whip up and down my labia. Then slipping it inside me, gently touching my urethra and vagina. She slid it up between my legs, toughing and rubbing my anus.

"Did you know I love older women?"

I shook my head, no.

"It's true. When I was growing up I had an aunt. She was very beautiful. I was only ten but I loved her so much." She took a sip of tea.

"I had an older lover in Calcutta. She worked in a bank. She was around your age. A little bigger in size. You are smaller and not as big around. She was very very much into bondage and dominance. I learned much from her."

She smiled, sipping her tea.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to make you my sex slave. Just like my sex slave in Calcutta. I'll make you feel more like a woman than you have in all your life. Once I strip away that womanly pride you have. Then make your realize how wonderful it is to be controlled. And have that person make you feel love!"

She snapped the whip and it caught me directly on the labia. I jerked, bending over slightly, trying to clench my legs together.

"That's why I like the spreader bar," she smiled. "You can't close your legs."

She lightly struck my labia again. "First I have to gain control of you. But that's easy. I think you already know that."

She finished her cup of tea. "Bend over toward me."

I did as she ordered.

"Nice. See how your tits hang down in front of me? Completely unprotected?"

I knew it was embarrassing. I didn't need to be reminded.

She struck my nipples with the whip. "See how that feels. If I do it harder and longer. Your breasts will turn red just like your ass."

I didn't know what good that information was, so I filed it away under unpleasant. She playfully stroked my breast several more times. "We can go back in the house now."

I thought, thank God!

I carried the cup to the kitchen and put it in the dishwasher.

"I love that. You have a place for everything. You are neat and organized. It's so much easier to work with a woman like you. Now, go back to my room."

I did as she ordered. I thought I was going to get spanked again or have to stand in the corner. She took the spreader off and she took the ball gag off. She put a black leather collar around my neck and clipped a leash on it.

"Now when we walk, keep your hands behind you in the small of your back."

She led me into the hallway. "Lets go to your room and find some shoes."

I opened my closet. "I love naked women in high heels. Put those on."

I tried on several pair before she decided on the black ones. We went to my study, where she made me walk back and forth and around the room. She motioned for me to stop. "You carry yourself very well." She walked up to me and kissed me on the lips. "You know your are a very attractive woman. Your tits have a nice bounce when you walk. Your ass has a cute little shift when you walk. I like them both. It makes you look like a slut!"

She clipped the leash on my collar. "Now, lets go out on the patio and do a little more walking."

I wanted to protest, Please, not outside! However, I knew if I did I would only get something whipped. My butt, my breasts, or my labia. So, I walked out onto the patio naked for everyone to see. At least that's what I thought.

"Excellent," she said. "Now put your hands behind your head and walk back and forth."

I paraded back and forth several times. She held her hand hand up. "Spread your legs open. Wide open! Now take your fingers and spread your labia back. Show me the inside of your mature pussy."

As humiliating as it was, I did what said.

"Now play with your tits. Show me how you lift them up. Feel them and pinch the nipples."

I thought, oh God. Please don't let anyone see me. Please!

"Now squat down. Just like you are going to piss. Legs open! Rock your hips back and forth."

I knew what she was doing. She was stripping away my pride. My my self esteem. She knew how degrading and humiliating it was for me to do these things. Especially outside!

Well.....She won. I was mortified and ashamed. I wanted to crawl under a rock.

"Get up!" She ordered. "Go back inside."

I thanked God for that. We went into the study. "Get down on your knees. Keep your legs spread open! That's how a slut kneels."

I did it.

"I'll talk. You'll listen. Regarding tomorrow. We both go to the university. Your day will go just as any other day. Unless you decide to tell you colleagues about your weekend. That's up to you."

She walked back and forth in front of me. I could not help but see how wet her pussy was. The insides of her thighs were even wet. Once again, I thought to myself. My God, how beautiful she is.

"When you get home and I mean this for every evening. You will strip down naked and wait for me to come home. When I come in you'll be kneeling just like you are now. With your collar on! You hear me?"

I nodded my head. "Yes."

She reached over and slapped my right breast. "Yes, Mistress!"

I corrected myself. "Yes, Mistress."

"Now, go back to your room."

I quickly got up and went to my room. She made me lay down on the bed on my back. She tied my hands and feet to the bed posts.

She left the room but quickly returned with a device strapped around her hips. It was a strap-on! A huge black dildo attached to a leather harness. It stuck out in front of her just like a real man's dick.

"Now I'm going to fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop!"

There was also a dildo on the other side which fit into her vagina. I had two uncontrollable orgasms and I begged her to stop. I think she was on an orgasm because she was screaming and her black hair was dancing all over on her head.

She untied me and went back to her room for the night. I took a long hot shower. I never had so many orgasms in one day. Except maybe when I was her age. The next morning we drove to the university. It was just like the day we came from the air port. She sat they quietly, as if nothing had happened between us at all.

A polite, "good by" was all she said when I let her off.

The day was quite a shambles. All the new students registering, long lines, loud noises, shrieks and screams. Of course it would not be complete without the endless meetings that sent me into boredom. I didn't even see Amara but I was too busy to even look for her. I was glad to get home. I was actually happy to strip off all my clothes and run around naked!

I planned out what we would have for dinner. I was setting the table when I heard a car drive up. I quickly ran to the hallway. I knelt down in front of the door, wearing my collar and my legs spread open. Amara walked in and closed the door. She stared down at me. "You learn well, professor."

She reached down and pinched my nipples one at a time. "Are you preparing dinner?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I served Amara first because I didn't know what I was going to do about eating.

"Come here beside my chair," she motioned. "Kneel. Legs open. Hold your head up. When I feed you a piece of food. Open your mouth and take it. If I think you deserve it. I'll give you a sip of wine."

I actually felt no humiliation at all. Either I was beginning to think this was normal behavior, or I was giving up my apprehensions about Amara and me.

After dinner I approached Amara.

"Mistress?"

"Yes, professor."

"I have some paper work to complete for the university. May I do that now?"

"Yes, professor. I won't be needing you anymore tonight. Do what you like. And when you sit at your desk. Keep your legs open. You will more like a slut that way."

"Yes, Mistress."

After several weeks, one could say Amara and I settled into our positions, for lack of a better term.

I became her sexual slave first and utmost. Domestic slave second, and I hate that term domestic. Amara knew it and she used it every chance she got. She was the Mistress. Queen of the castle. I did whatever she requested. I had not made love to a woman in many years. I was in collage. It was my roommate, but it never lasted for long time. I truly had little experienced to be a sex slave. Amara had to teach me all over again.

During an orgasm, I could make her almost climb off the bed. I would mashed her clit with my tongue and she would scream over and over. I could suck her dark nipples and make her pussy wet withing a few seconds. She also made me lick her feet and suck on her toes. That would also drive her wild. She could kiss like no one else I ever knew. Her lips were so soft and warm. Her tongue was all over my mouth. When she got tired of me kissing me, she made get between her legs and kiss her labia.

She came home Friday night. I was kneeling at the door as usual.

"Lets go to your room and find something for you to wear," she said.

We stood in front of the closet. "Most everything you have is pant suits or business suits," she said. "Do you have a tartan?"

"Yes, Mistress. I have one in green."

"That's long. Have you got thigh high stockings?"

"Yes, Mistress. In this drawer."

She handed me a pair of black thigh high stockings. "Put these on. Also your black high heels. Where's your scissors?"

"In this drawer, Mistress."

She took the scissors and cut most the dress to above my knees.

"I have a top you can wear. Let's see how it fits."

It was a white blouse with half sleeves and it laced up the front.

"Here. Put it on."

I did and I looked ridiculous. It was a bit too tight. I could see my nipples right through the fabric. She laced it up about three inches from the top. "Great. It will do."

I had to speak. "Mistress?"

She was fixing my collar in place. "What."

"Please don't make me go out in this. I look like a cheap whore!"

She laughed. "No, you look like a slut! Now, get your makeup on. Let's fix your hair. We have to go!"

We got into her car, which she went and rented that day. We drove to a part of town I was not really familiar with. There were some very nice houses. We drove into the drive way of one of them. There were about five other cars there.

Amara snapped the leash on my collar and led me inside. The placed was filled with all women and all kinds. There were chubby women, tall women, short women, young women and mature women, myself included. They were also from every ethnic back ground you could think of and every age group. Many of them like me, wore collars. A chubby blond woman waved and walked over to us. She smiled at Amara.

"This is a fine looking lady you have. May I?"

Amara jerked on my collar. With the leash. "Open your legs."

I took a deep breath and opened my legs as far as the dress would allow. The chubby woman reached under the tartan and began fondling my pussy. Sticking her fingers in my vagina and rubbing my clit.

"Nice," she said with a big smile. "I'd like to swap mine for yours sometime."

Amara smiled politely. "Perhaps. But not now. She still needs much training."

Unfortunately, that would not be the last fondling I would have to endure for evening. A half dozed more times I was ordered to stand still, while unfamiliar fingers went up my skirt, poking, prodding and pinching. A young woman came up to Amara and whispered something in her ear. Amara nodded.

"Come with me."

I was led to a small room down the hall. There was a wooden post in the center of the room.

"Put your arms around the post," Amara said. "I'm going to cuff your arms to the pole. Then cuff your ankles to the bottom of the pole."

Then she gagged my mouth with the ball. "There are some young ladies that want to play with your tits. So I gave them a few alone with you."

She turned and left the room.

Two young ladies, obviously university students, entered the room. One was a blond the other a brunette. They came up very close to me. The one whispered in my ear. "Hello, professor."

My heart almost stopped. Who are they? I didn't recognize them. Were they students? How did they know who I was?

"I signed up for your history class this semester."

The other whispered in my other ear. "So did I."

My breathing go much faster. The blond unlaced my top and pulled my breasts out. "I wish my tits were this big."

She played with the nipple on my left breast, gently teasing it with her fingers. The other woman played with my right breast, pinching, pulling and twisting. The blond took her hands and slapped my breast back and forth. Then she put her mouth over my nipple and began sucking it.

It was humiliating but my pussy was receiving shock waves from my nipples. Telling it to get moist. They played with my breasts for at least five minutes. By the time they left, my breasts were sore. However, my inner thighs were soaking wet.

Amara led me back to the party. The next woman that felt my pussy got a hand full of juice. She turned to Amara.

"God! She need to be fucked soon."

Many of the other women turned around an stared at me. How humiliating!

Saturday morning, after breakfast Amara and I went to do some shopping. She wanted to get me some proper clothes. We wound up in a uniform shop. She picked out several smocks for me. Some with sleeves and some without. Some were button down the front and some were zipper. She got one each in white, blue, green and brown. I tried one on it somewhat a form fit, narrowing at the waist. However, it fell about 5 or six inches above the knees. I think one was suppose to wear pants.

These smocks were to be my wardrobe when we went out. I don't thing she could have found anything more embarrassing for me to wear.

"Mistress?" I said.

"What is it now?"

"These are very short for a woman of my age. If I sit down or bend over. Everyone will see my butt and my crotch."

Amara, turned to me. Her eyes and face were very angry. "Get your ass out to the car. Right now!"

I stood in the parking lot by the car waiting for her to come out. Finally she came to the car and unlocked the door. I quickly slid inside. She reached over and grabbed my collar and yanked my head over to her.

"You DO NOT decide who sees your body! You belong to me! Your pussy. Your tits and your ass! They belong to me!"

She pulled my face closer to hers. "Do you hear me, SLUT?"

I quickly nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"You don't decide what you wear. I DO!"

I was actually shaking with fear. "Yes, mistress."

She started the car and we drove home.

"Strip your clothes off! Get your ass in my room!"

"Yes, Mistress. Here in the driveway?"

"YES!"

I quickly stripped, then ran inside and down the hall to her room.

Amara walked in and immediately bound my arms behind my back. She placed the ball gag in my mouth. She took some rope from her drawer. She clipped the leash on my collar and led me into the study. "Stand there with your legs open!"

She put the rope around my neck, then looped it under my breasts and back around. She tied a knot in the rope between my breasts, then pulling it back over my shoulders.

She pulled the two pieces of rope between the crack of my butt and up through my pussy. She tied the ends to the loop she made between my breasts. She pulled it tight and it was uncomfortable wedged tight in my crotch and pussy. She grabbed a ridding crop and placed the tip on mt nose.

"Now, professor. I appears you need more training."

She quickly snapped the crop across both my butt cheeks. God, did that sting!

She did it several more times. She stepped in front and struck my right nipple with the end of the crop. I jumped. She did the other nipple, then back and forth. I didn't know what hurt more, my butt or my breasts. My labia was bulging out because the rope was tight in my crack. She used the tip of the crop to smack my labia.

"You do not EVER tell me what you will wear! You hear me?"

I quickly nodded yes, since I couldn't speak through the gag. She smacked my pussy with the crop again.

"This belongs to me!" She snapped my breasts with the crop.

"Those belong to me!" Next she smacked my butt cheeks with the crop. "And your ASS belongs to me! Do you understand?"

I quickly nodded, as she struck my butt cheeks again.

Her fingers pinched my hard nipples and I lurched forward. She released the rope that was in my crotch but she left the one around my breasts. "Spread your legs!"

She brought out that battery vibrator with that clit attachment.

"Since this is my pussy. I want a vibrator in it! I want it to have multiple orgasms. Because I love my pussy."

"Go stand in that corner!"

She slid the vibrator it inside me. "Close your legs!" She tied my legs together again at the knees again.

I immediately felt the pounding inside me as she switched it on.

"You'll stand there in that corner. Until I decide you have earned the right to lick my pussy again!"

God! I felt so humiliated but I was so aroused. I don't know which felt better. The vibrator worked its magic and I hurled my head back and whimpered as the first orgasm came over me.

"You whimper just like a slut!" Amara quickly whacked my butt several times with the crop.

"Now give my property another orgasm!"

After a few minutes, it suddenly came. My breasts shook as I Whimpered again, shaking my hips. I never felt anything so stimulating in my whole life. I did feel Amara's crop on my bare butt.

"Give me another, SLUT!"

Her fingers grabbed my nipples and stretched them further than I thought they could go. I whimpered again as she clamped her fingers down on them.

My pussy let go with another orgasm. I quivered and whined some more. I thought Amara was right. I am a worthless slut!

Suddenly the vibration stopped. Amara had switched it off.

She untied my legs and removed the vibrator.

"You stand in the corner and repeat these words. I belong to Amara. I am her sex slave."

I began, "I belong to Amara. I am her sex slave."

She whacked me across the breasts. "Speak up! Keep repeating that until I tell you to stop!"

I did, over and over as I stared into the corner. "I belong to Amara. I am her sex slave!"

After about twenty minutes, Amara grabbed me by the hair and pulled out of the corner.

She stared down into my eyes. She leaned in and gave me a long wet kiss. My heart jumped, her tongue slid over and rubbed my tongue. God, how I loved her!

"You are so very beautiful when you're submissive. I want you to take me here on the floor. I want you to drive me wild!"

I reached up and kisses her back. "Yes, Mistress. I will please you."

Sunday morning came. I prepared everything she liked, Right down to hand squeezed orange juice. Amara walked in the kitchen, completely naked. She was more beautiful than last night. She glanced at me and took a sip of her tea.

"Kneel by my chair. I'll feed you when I'm ready."

"Yes, Mistress."

I spent the rest of the school year a sexual slave to Amara. By the next year she would return to Calcutta. I stood in the airport as she held my hand.

"You are a very beautiful woman with much to give," she said. "I will be back when my studies are finished. You will always be my slave."

Through tears I watched her disappear into the crowd and out of sight.

It was five months later, I received a letter from the University of Calcutta. It was Amara's mathematics professor. In the letter it read:

In January, an explosion ripped through two cars of a passenger train in a Calcutta railway station. Nine people were killed. I am sorry to tell you one of them was Amara.

I stayed at home for days, crying my eyes out. The rain falls down my window as I sit naked in my study, as if waiting for Amara to call me. To whip my butt or my breasts. To make me kneel and lick her beautiful pussy....

END