Natasha’s Slave – The Beginning
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Hello everyone, I am Neha. I am 23 years old, an engineering graduate who is currently living in Bangalore and working with a financial firm. I am fair in complexion, 5’8″ in height and 34B 28 34. This is the indian sex story of the first lesbian relationship I had with someone. It was during my second year of college when I was 19 and I had been wanting to get a change in order to break the monotony of college life. You could mail me your feedback on [email protected] I wanted to explore my personality and my physical needs but boys never did it for me. I was never aroused by their pervy little gestures and innuendos. Any male’s touch was something of a turn off for me. Women or girls on the other side were something I was seriously interested in. I guess I was like this way only. However, taking a chance with any girl my age would have meant intense drama and I was in no mood for that. I needed someone who could have handed me a guiding hand.My intense desire to explore my sexuality would lead me to such a place I had never thought even in my wildest dreams. I began reading online stories on many websites, signed up for many forums. The number of Indian girls on them was negligible. Finding one in Bangalore was even rarer. But I kept my hopes high and kept searching. One day I received a strange response in my inbox on one of the forums, it was from someone named Natasha. Curious enough I opened it. It said she was from Bangalore and she would love to take me as her partner, but on her conditions. By this time I had been frustrated enough to lend myself to anyone to do as they please, and hence I agreed. It was the usual Skype call for verification and she and I chatted with each other without showing each other’s face. Another thing that I should tell you about now is the submissive itch I have in my body. I was into BDSM and I would have wanted her to dominate me the way she wanted. A couple of weeks of chatting and talking over the phone and I knew I wanted it for real. I had seen her, and she had seen me and I would have given anything in this world to be with her. She was 26 and had been quite successful. She lived in a house she inherited and she looked so radiant, like the personification of Aphrodite herself. Every night I hugged myself to sleep thinking what it would be like to sleep in her arms. I wanted to try it, and I wanted to be hers, the way she wanted. I told her my intentions, and she repeated the same thing, it would be on her terms. It was the week of Christmas and the new year, and I had just finished my semesters and had a full one and a half months to myself. She told me that I would receive instructions on what to do and how to do it. She left me a detailed email on what to do and what things to bring and her address. I had an entire day to prepare. Well, it was quite less to prepare for what she had asked me to do. I had to embark on a shopping spree, and well I had been compensated well in advance by her. I was instructed to purchase three lingerie sets, one each in pink, black and white, with garters, stockings and a pair of heels. An overcoat too. And so the shopping began. I went from store to store looking for the exact items as she had described and it took me a few hours to complete the entire list. I was glad that I could do it all and finally waited for her next instructions. They arrived a couple of hours later. I was to arrive at her house, the next morning sharp at 8 wearing whatever I felt was comfortable and I was told to be shaven properly and having showered in the morning. The next morning I made sure I shaved myself clean every inch of my body and then I proceeded to take a shower. I put on the best perfume I had and took a cab to her home. When I reached there, I was mesmerized by the hugeness of her home. It could easily be called a villa and the locality seemed quite calm and peaceful. I opened the gate and stepped inside. There was no one at the gate. I took the stairs and went in till the door at the first floor. At the doorstep I found a little card on a desk. I opened to read what it said. “Dear Neha, The door is open. I expect you to walk inside and close the door behind you. Once you are inside, strip yourself completely naked. Every inch of clothing in your body has to be removed. There are a blindfold and a bell on a table to your right. Put on the blindfold around your eyes and ring the bell once you are done. ~ Natasha” I could not believe what I had just read was real. Was it really true that she was also into what I had dreamt of so long for a partner. Just the thought of being naked and blindfolded was enough to make me wet and I was not anymore in a position to think of what she had demanded of me. I opened the door and walked in. The room was dark and softly light with yellowish light. The hints of a posh neighbourhood were all around visible in the aesthetics of the room. I closed the door behind me and kept my bag on the floor. I took my t-shirt and jeans off without thinking much. A couple of more minutes and the wetness of my crotch seemed to take over all reasoning. I unhooked my bra and let my bare breasts embrace the soft touch of the cold air inside the room. Gravity seemed to be doing a pretty great job too. Only my perky nipples defied the gravity. I slid my panties down my legs and put all the clothes on the sofa beside the door. I put on the blindfold and rang the bell. I put on a smile on my face because I wanted her to see me at my best. The next few minutes were the worst. I did not hear anything but the absolutely deafening dead silence of the room. I tried my best to keep on the smile but I began to curse myself after the first couple of minutes. I thought of ringing the bell again, but the urge to obey stopped me from being too impatient. A couple of more minutes and I heard footsteps in the room. Someone was approaching me. A few seconds later she was in front of me, so close I could feel her breathing on my lips. I could feel that her lips were closer to mine, but how close, I shuddered thinking about it. Just then, her lips pressed softly against my lips and planted a small kiss. I wanted it to be more, but she pushed my head away. She unzipped my bag next and I could not decide what she wanted to do next. She said- “It’s your first time, I want it to be perfect !”. I knew it was the last day of my virginity and soon I would not be the same girl I used to be. I had prepared myself well for this day in advance. She asked me “Pick a colour, will you sweetheart?” I said- “Yes” in a breaking voice. “Pink,” I said, this time making sure I sounded confident enough to do it. She proceeded to bring out the pink on a black pair of lingerie and garters from the bag and one by one putting them on me. I felt her soft warm hands gently cupping my each breasts before she put on the bra on my shoulders and hooked them being so close as to make her breasts touch mine and parted by giving me a gentle kiss. Next I felt her hands lifting my legs one by one and putting the stockings over my legs. Next came the garter belt and then came the panties. She clamped the hooks to my stockings. She made me put on the new heels that I had just purchased a day before. All the while that she was dressing me, her each touch, innocent or not, made me burn from inside like a furnace. I was getting wetter and wetter and was afraid that I might drip soon. I was horny, but I was afraid that I might embarrass myself soon if it went like this. What happened next was quite unexpected. She untied my hair, and fluffed them, played a while with them, she told me that I looked beautiful this way. She planted a deep kiss, and put on a collar around my neck. She held the chain that was tied to the collar and lead me slowly into another room. She made me stand there for the next couple of minutes. “Ah! You look so pretty!” She exclaimed. I could sense the sarcasm in her tone. She asked me to stay still until she told me otherwise. I slowly felt the room temperature decrease slowly for the next couple of minutes. The cold made my nipples hard again. So much so that I was afraid that the bulge could be seen from outside the bra. I heard her footsteps once again. I gasped. I could only imagine what would happen next. She came closer to me and grabbed my hair. She thrust my mouth upon her lips and began wildly kissing me. Her hands were running all over my body- my back, my breasts, my hips. She grabbed my hips and thrust my pelvis hard onto hers. She wanted me, it was clear from her signs, but her habit of keeping me away showed it clearly that she was in control. This continued for the next few minutes and then she parted again. She began fondling my breasts and sensed my hard, erect nipples in the cold. She said-“Looks like you need some disciplining!”. She unhooked my bra. I stood bare again in front of her. She pulled on my nipple hard, and then I felt like a stroke of lightning hit my nipples as she released the claws of the nipple clamps on my nipple. It stung, but I wanted it. I wanted more. The same routine pulling was going on my second nipple meanwhile. A couple of moments later, the clamp clasped my other nipple too. I was being disciplined. Or was the cold just an elaborate trap on her part to have an excuse to put on the clamps on me. I did not know. She leads me on to the bed and made me lie flat on the bed. I slowly felt her hands leading on to my waist and removing my panties, and off they went. There I lied in her bed, my sweet mound exposed and anxious about her next touch, and soon it began. She flipped me over and put cuffs on my every wrist and ankles. I did not know what to expect next. I felt her reach out for my hand and stretch it wide, and “Click”, The cuff was tied to a chain. Soon my other hand followed suit. Then followed my leg, and then the other leg. The last sound of click made me realize that my fate that evening had been sealed. I was tied, naked and helpless in her bed, not knowing what to expect. I was anxious, impatient, and shivering- because of the cold or the fear, I still don’t know. She parted for a while, and then I heard the sound of a couple of clicks again. I did not know what was coming to me. Soon I felt her tongue making way my back and slow, gentle kisses on the back of my neck. She said -“I want you to relax my little darling, or else this might hurt.”. She then proceeded to put a pillow on my belly to accentuate my hips. I felt so bare and so exposed at that moment of time I cannot tell. She grabbed my hips firmly, and I felt something probing my pussy lips and parting them wide. I gasped at the very thought of the pain that first-time penetration would cause. I was shivering with fear. I was trembling. She slowly caressed my body and kept teasing my pussy with the strapon. She did not initiate any penetration. She just lay it there, gently touching my pussy lips and slowly massaging the clit with it. It continued until I warmed up, I heated like a furnace and I wanted it inside me. Now I wasn’t shivering or afraid, I was so turned on and horny that I could have taken something twice as big inside me, and I began to thrust my hips on to the strapon. It was then that she said-“Now I know you are ready for it!”. She grabbed my hips firmly, her fingers clenched my soft butt cheeks and with one thrust, I felt her strapon make way inside of me. My virginity was gone, I gasped in pain, but I jerked my body back, I wanted it completely inside of me. I wanted it all. Her grip grew firm, and with one firm jerk, she thrust the entire length of the strapon inside of me. I was gasping in pain. I was trembling, but somehow, I didn’t want it to stop. I let out a squeak and a loud moan after that, signalling that I was happy that I was finally her slave, and no more a virgin. She let go of my hips and withdrew the strapon. Once again she clenched my butt cheeks and thrust one more wild stroke inside me and this time the strapon went full length inside of me. I wanted it, I wanted it now, I wanted it more than anything in my life. Just when I thought that the incessant thrusting inside my pussy would begin, she withdrew and pulled out. She walked away, and I was left lying there, confused as to what had just happened. A few second later, I heard the clicks again, and I was confused as to what was going on. And then she was there behind me, grabbing my hips again, and slowly and gently planting kisses on my back. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back, and then she let me go. She was indeed enjoying this, and so was I. Trying to recover from the burning sensation inside my pussy and slowly losing the sting my defloration had left me with. But my distractions were short lived. I felt something probing my pussy lips again, and this time the head of the strapon was twice the size of what had gone inside me the first time. Oh she was the master of her game, she used a smaller one to ease me into being her slave, and now she planned on fucking me raw to make me hers, and hers only. I wished this to be true, and tried to part my legs in order to be able to take the monster strapon inside of me. She again grabbed my hips. She leaned on to my neck and whispered in my ears “You are mine now, from now till eternity. You will wear my name on your leash, on your body, and on your soul, and today I am going to make sure I etch it well everywhere”. She grabbed my hips and spread my legs even wider as a sign of my submission. She laughed a little, and then I felt the head probing inside of me. With one deep thrust, it completely tore me apart and she was inside me. Another deep thrust and she was full length inside me. I was gasping for air, burning with pain. But I was aware of my situation and my predicament and I wanted to impress her. I wanted to show her that I was all hers, and she could use me the way she wanted. While she was planting kisses on the back of my neck to ease my pain, I grabbed my energy and thrust my hips back towards her pelvis to make sure that I took the entire length of her strapon inside me, and I took it a couple of more inches inside. She whispered-“I am impressed”. And so began the incessant fucking that would continue for a very long period of time in the future. Every day and every night that I spent with her would be a reminder of my submission to her and the way she fucked me raw, made me crave her touch, every single time. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward, and began thrusting deeper, deeper inside me. Each thrust felt like it penetrated deeper than the first and I felt I was stabbed by a burning sword inside of me. But the electricity that took over my body made me feel pleasurable at the same time. Each time I began moaning and signalled that I was near, she slowed down, stopped and began caressing me and planting kisses on my back. When I would become frustrated and push my hips back towards her, she would begin thrusting again. This continued for a while. I had absolutely no idea how much time I had spent being in her bed, tied, helpless and getting the fucking of a lifetime. She began thrusting again. Deeper and deeper. I felt her fingers clenching deeper and deeper inside my ass cheeks. Only this time she did not stop. She kept thrusting. She pulled on my hair when I started moaning, and kept going. A pulse of electricity was building, I could feel it. I knew I was near, I could feel it, and so could she. She began thrusting even harder. Deeper. She began biting my shoulders so hard she left it bruised. I was panting, moaning and breathing heavily, drenched in sweat despite the cold. I so wanted it to happen. And just then I felt an incredible tense pulse building all over my body and felt all my juices inside my pussy gush out to greet her. She kept thrusting until I convulsed and almost cried. She then stopped slowly and kissed my neck. The next few moments she kept caressing my back and planting kisses all over my body. A few minutes later, she separated. She untied me and removed my blindfold. I could see around me a beautiful bedroom. She began kissing me and we kissed for a few minutes. She was all naked in front of me. I touched her, I fondled her breasts and I kissed her for a few more minutes. She stared deeply into my eyes and then kissed me on the forehead. I looked around to see a pillow stained with my blood, and my juices and a room full of sex toys and different sorts of things, I was in her pleasure room, and I was her slave. This is the initiation of something which continued for the next three years and still continues. I would decide on whether to continue writing or not based on your feedback. You can write to me at [email protected]