BDSM stories – Fun with 65 years old Sri Lankan Reader
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Hi Everyone, my name is Romil Singh. I’m 29 years old, from Delhi but currently settled in Hyderabad. I was an active story writer on ISS, but I didn’t get enough ideas and experiences after my marriage. Luckily I met with a woman who came to India and emailed me after reading my story. So without wasting your time, let’s jump to the story. I stopped writing sex stories after my marriage. My email responses almost stopped. I was married and happy with my wife. But she was not into BDSM. I had to manage to do Vanilla sex with her. I was badly hunting for Submissives/Slaves but couldn’t find a good match. Most of the people were from Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi. I was not in the situation to travel. So I kept my urges calm. I almost forgot that I have an email id that I mention in my stories. One evening, I received an email from the username Abessha. I opened that email and was happy that someone from Sri Lanka liked my stories. After talking for a while, I learned that she came to India to vacation with her daughter and son-in-law. I was not aware that she was an older woman. To my shock, when I asked her age, she said she was 65 years old. I had sex with older women but never had BDSM sessions with any older women. She was older than my mom. After talking for a while, we exchanged our WhatsApp numbers. I requested a video call. She agreed to it and asked to call after an hour. I called her after an hour. She was in the hotel room wearing a gown and looked like she had just taken a bath. I asked her to keep her phone in front of the table and stand still so that I could see her completely. She did the same, and I was not surprised by her body. Let me tell you about her body and background. She was a Srilankan woman. Her husband died when she was 40. After that, she started having sex with young men from the age of 45. Most of her sexual partners were her students. She was a history professor at some University. She was thin with saggy boobs. Her skin had lots of wrinkles, and her hair was completely white. I had no interest in her old-looking body but was curious to have a session with an older woman. She was a great chance for me. I asked her to take the phone and sit on the bed. Then we started talking. I started telling her about myself, how I got into BDSM, my likes, etc. She then started talking about her story. She still has active sexual life. One of her students fucks her at least once a week, and in return, she takes care of his attendance. Coming on her BDSM interest, she recently met an American guy who came for a documentary to her University. She got a chance to have sex with him. According to her, her experience with him was completely different. He had an average dick but was very aggressive. He fucked her like a machine and drilled her holes for that whole night. She never got slapped in her whole life, and that guy slapped her hard with every stroke. She never experienced this but enjoyed the humiliation very much. He spanked her, choked her neck, gave the bite marks all over her body. She was enjoying every bit and wanted more of it. She had a very good time with that American. But after he left, her student refused to go aggressive as he was worried about her age. From that point in time, she started craving some aggression and humiliation. She came to India 2 days back. Most of the time, she is alone in the room as her daughter and son-in-law don’t want to take her to crowded places. In alone time, she started scrolling sex stories and read one of my stories with a college girl. She loved that story and wanted to talk to me. I was amazed after listening to whatever she said. I told her, “I’m a sadist, and I do things that are considered extreme. I highly doubt your age can take that much pain and pleasure.” She laughed aloud and said, “Though I’m 65 years old, I don’t need any support to walk or sit. I do work out, and I’m fit.” Yeah, she looked good and had a dynamic personality. I asked her when do you want to meet. She said she is coming to Hyderabad to visit Charminar and Ramoji film city in the next 2 days. We can meet at that time. I was cool with it and said, “I couldn’t wait to meet and destroy an old whore like you.” After 2 days, she was in Hyderabad and wanted to meet outside the hotel to avoid family problems. I booked an Airbnb and picked her up from the hotel. She asked me what was in the bag. I said, “These are the tools to torture your body.” She tapped my head and hugged me from behind. I couldn’t feel her boobs or anything. She was a skinny old lady. We reached Airbnb and settled down. She asked me to show her the things in my bag. I asked her to open the bag and check by herself. She removed all the things one by one and placed them on the bed. She was busy placing things on the bed. I went behind her grabbing her tight from behind. I started giving her soft pecks on the neck and feeling her skin. She smelled so good, and her skin was so soft. She asked me what I’d be doing with all the things. I told her to sit on the bed, and I explained everything. “This is a rope. I’ll tie you up with these so that you cannot move or run away from my captive. These are wooden clips that will clamp your nipples and other parts to give you pain.” “These are candles that will be used to pour hot wax on your body. And at last, this is my favorite. This is a thin wooden cane that I’ll use to make the design on your ass by spanking it hard.” She was blushing and said, “I only thought of choking and some spanking. I’m not sure if my body can take this level of pain.” I went near to her and said, “Didn’t I clear myself on what I’m going to do with you, bitch?” I grabbed her neck and said, “You met the wrong person, hoping to get your holes fucked. But now you will experience the humiliation like never. I’m asking you again if you want to do this. If not, you can safely walkout. If you sign in, I will make sure to destroy your body.” Without thinking about anything, she grabbed my hand and kissed my lips. She said, “I want you to do whatever you like. I give control of my body to your hands. you can do whatever you want. Don’t think of my age. Just use this old whore as you like, sir.” I pulled her close and started kissing her lips. We were kissing each other like newly met couples. I started biting her lips and sucked her tongue deep inside my mouth. She was so good at kissing. She started removing my shirt, and I immediately stopped her. I grabbed her hair and told her loudly, “Don’t fucking touch me without permission. You don’t own my body, and you have no right to move it without my command.” She took a gulp and, with a scary voice, said, “Yes, sir.” I took a short rope and tied her hands from the back. Then I pushed her on the bed and removed a knife from my bag. She was scared by seeing the knife said, “WTF? What are you going to do with the knife?” I laughed out loud and jumped on her by poking a knife on her neck. She was scared as hell and started begging not to do anything. I was laughing at her face, and I made her calm after a while. I said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going to kill you. I just wanted to have fun with you. This knife is to tear your clothes and make you naked.” She said, “Please don’t do that. I didn’t bring another pair of clothes. How will I go back to the hotel?” She begged me to stop, but I didn’t listen and destroyed her kurta and pajama. Now she was lying on the bed naked. She doesn’t wear bra/ panties, so she was butt naked when I removed her clothes. She had small shaggy boobs, her skin was wrinkled, but there were no hairs around her pussy. She kept it clean. Then I tied her legs to the corners of the bed. I took the wooden cane and started running it on her body. I said, “ I want to fuck the life out of you, edging until you cry out loud, begging me to let you cum. Overstimulating you afterward, not stopping to pound my length into your hole, seeing you so messy and down bad for me.” She was breathing heavily and begging me to do the things I said. She wanted her body to be used in every style. She kept begging me to touch her and couldn’t stop. I grabbed her neck and choked her hard to make her shut up. I said, “Shut the fuck up bitch. Don’t annoy me by repeating things back to back. Listen, you fucking old whore, here in this house, you are my slave, and you will do as I command. Don’t tell me what I need to do, or else I will stab this knife inside your pussy.” She kept calm and said sorry in a sobbing voice. I climbed on her and again started kissing her lips. But now I was choking her neck while kissing. After a few seconds, she was gasping for air, and her eyes were teary. I smiled at her seeing her struggle. She was banging her head to get rid of my grip. I released her, and she started breathing heavily. I asked her, “Did you feel good? Did you see stars in front of your eyes?” She was still breathing heavily and couldn’t say a word. I slapped her hard to bring her back in her senses. I said, “Don’t fucking overact in front of me. Should I open the ropes and release you?” She said, “No, please don’t open me. Please slap me more and choke my neck again. I liked the feeling of blackout. Touch my pussy. It’s wet. I want you to choke me hard. I love the feeling of going blackout and coming back to my senses. I beg you, sir, please do it again. Look how wet I am.” She was right. Her pussy was wet and looked like she was dripping. The complete area was wet. I said, “You are so fucking, good girl. You need more slaps, hah? Should I turn your cheeks red? Open your mouth bitch, let me spit inside your mouth and face. A whore like you deserves the slapping. Come on bitch drink my spit. This is just a start. I will use your throat as my cum dump.” I took the wooden clips and clamped her upper body completely. From her neck to navel, the whole area was covered with clips. Then I took a thread and attached it with one thread. I went near to her face and asked, “Do you know what I’m going to do now?” She said, “No, but the clips are hurting a lot. Please remove them.” “Should I remove them for sure?” I asked. She said, “Yes, please, it’s hurting.” I pulled the thread, and all the clips came off in one go. She cried aloud, and the whole room was filled with her scream. She had tears in her eyes, and her body was shivering. I went near to her kissed her forehead. I was smiling on her face. She was still managing to overcome what had just happened. She requested to open the ropes. She needs to hug me. I opened her hands and legs and made her relax in my arms. This was part one where my reader became my BDSM slave. I will come up with part 2 very soon. If you like this story or would like to give any feedback, please feel free to reach me at [email protected].