“From now on, I dictate what you wear when we are on call. Understood?”
“Yes master.”
“Do you have any face coverings that would obscure enough to not be identified, but at the same time, enough to have a grasp of your face? Like a gala face mask for instance”
This was unexpected. I knew what he was hinting at, but I was already too far gone.
“No master, but it is possible for this slut to come up with something.”
“Alright then, I want you here same time tomorrow, and be here with a cloth blindfold, I plan to escalate your submission with time, and you will soon be a mindless creature whose only purpose is to please me, me and me only.”
And that was it. All I needed to make myself come in my loins, and I moaned at my climax. I was going to be a kept Indian wife, whose fate was in a stranger’s hands.
“Did I just hear you moan? Was that an orgasm?” I felt the anger in his tone, and immediately tried to fix it.
“Yes master, the excitement was too much for me.”
“I will let it pass for now, but you only come when I say so, an orgasm should be well deserved, and should certainly not be decided by the likes of Indian stay at home whores with no duty in life. Is that clear?”
Oh. My. God. I cannot believe that just turned me on, yet I was compelled to answer.
“Yes master, this slut understands.”
“I will see you tomorrow, dress in a beautiful saree that highlights how much of a wanton depraved whore you are, disguised as a prim housewife. This is not even a taste, my world is something you cannot even imagine, and you will envision it, after you pass your initiation. For now, goodbye.”
And the screen went black.
Panting, I couldn’t fathom what I had just witnessed. In 2 minutes flat, I had submitted myself to a complete stranger, and never had I felt so charged in my life, never.
I couldn’t wait for what tomorrow entailed.