Taming Sayali
Chapter 2
The moment Sayali was through the door her mother was upon her. The
child was overwhelmed by the ferocity of Neelem's assault. Her clothing was
literally torn from her body until she was down to her underwear, a flimsy bra
that appeared designed to tease the onlooker rather than support the girl's
heavy, melon shaped breasts and a matching pair of panties that revealed rather
than concealed her plump, hairless pubic mound.
"You disgraceful slut! You miserable demon! You have brought dishonor
down on my family and me. You are no longer my daughter; you are his slave! He
will now determine your fate and your future. I will have nothing to do with
you!"
I knew better than to intrude on this momentous and one-sided
confrontation. It represented a major triumph for my cause. Sayali was now mine;
she would become an obedient child once again. At issue was the direction in
which her life would move. I was not sure of the answer as I stood and waited
for the rage of Neelem to subside sufficiently for me to take control of her
disowned daughter.
The girl offered little resistance as I used my newly purchased
handcuffs to pin her arms behind her back. I could not resist clamping, then
twisting and squeezing her firm tits to validate my victory. Sayali refused to
acknowlege my new roles as her mentor, trainer and punisher. I was in such a
state that her rejection infuriated me. At that point I was determined that
before all was settled, she would grovel at my feet and plead for the pain and
humiliation that she deserved.
Prior to her arrival I had begun to plan the logistics of taming Sayali.
Neelem had already told me of her decision to put her unruly daughter into my
hands and to avoid intruding into whatever took place between Sayali and myself.
This fractious young girl had to be tamed, not broken. There is more than a
subtle distinction between the two conditions. I wanted to possess all, her
spirit, her youth, her fire as well as her mouth watering body that seemed to
grow more enticing by the day.
A critical component of my approach involved reestablishing the intimate
relationship I had enjoyed with Neelem. This moody, frustrated woman would be my
savior, protecting me from giving into my lusts when it came to dealing with her
disowned daughter. I dare not display any weakness when it came to dealing with
my charge, even though I intended to expose myself fully to her charms. Already
she had scored a minor victory over me when I had mauled her breasts to
symbolize my triumph. This could not be done too often or all would be lost.
Tomorrow a gang of laborers that I had contracted for would begin
constructing Sayali's new home, a pit three meters deep, hollowed out in the
rear courtyard of Neelem's property. It was close to the stand of bodhi trees
that provided shelter from the cruel rays of the afternoon sun and privacy for
those, such as myself, using this area for other purposes. It would be a long
time before the child would sleep under this roof once more; tonight would be
the last time she would have the comfort of her own bed. This would be another
symbol of her reduction in importance and the power which I now wielded.
I planned to use Sayali's presence in her own bed as a means to once
more insinuate myself into Neelem's good graces, and ultimately her soft,warm
body. However before I could make this move, I had to exhibit my mastery of this
rebellious girl that occupied a woman's body. I would begin this demonstration
with a carefully staged beating, the likes of which Sayali could not imagine. It
would be the first time I would employ many of the items I had recently
purchased for use on this imp. To entice Neelem's curiosity I planned to leave
the door to the bedroom wide open.
Initially after I dragged Sayali away from her outraged mother, I
half-carried the struggling teen to her bedroom. The leather straps I'd recently
purchased soon secured the girl by her wrists and ankles to the corner posts of
her bed. I stepped back to take in the tableau that would be presented to
Neelem, if she took the bait. All that remained of Sayali's covering was the
sheer pair of panties, now soaked with sweat from her struggles. I could see
every detail of that fat-lipped cunt and my lusts nearly took command. I stepped
back and looked away as if protecting myself from a gorgon. The girl began to
berate me, forgetting her precarious situation. I responded by stuffing a pair
of her socks into her mouth, keeping them in place by means of tape that I'd
included in the package of items I'd collected here.
To give her something to contemplate while I had dinner with Neelem, I
showed her the weighted paddle and the flogger. Her eyes grew wide when I
smashed the paddle down, missing her body by mere millimeters. It still made an
impressive sound on this relatively soft surface. I smiled down and said, "
Imagine what this can do to that firm bottom of yours. You'll have an
opportunity to find out just how much it hurts once I use it on you later this
evening." Her eyes closed and she sighed through the gag, causing those brown
melons capped with almost ebony nipples to slowly swell then ebb much like an
ocean wave.
"I know you are familiar with this little toy. I know your father used
it on you often just before he left. I don't think he used it too well I'm
afraid. This one is brand new, it's never been used. I purchased it specifically
for that plump pussy you enjoy teasing me with. It's a bit stiff now, but in a
few weeks it will be supple, well broken in, a perfect match to your swollen
cunt. I know how much I will enjoy watching that special place of yours drool as
this fine leather tool splatters your pussy juice onto your heaving belly and
down those curving thighs."
I could watch Sayali's eyes widen, then narrow as she relived her
experiences with the flogger. I could imagine her thinking about my resolve,
wondering if I indeed had the will and the strength to give her the pain I was
threatening. She was still staring blankly at the wall as I took my leave.
Over dinner I discussed some of my plans with Neelem, who by then had
calmed down somewhat. I explained that this would be the last night that Sayali
spent under her roof. That got her attention instantly; she had not anticipated
such a radical change. When I explained about the pit that would be dug in the
rear section of her property she gave me a grim smile.
"So she will live beneath the ground in an area no larger than the bed
she is currently occupying. That is amazing. How will she be fed? Where will she
relieve herself? How can she enter or leave this place?"
Each answer I provided only broadened her smile, until she finally broke
into laughter at my description of a number of applications the hoist would be
used for, beside raising and lowering her daughter from the narrow prison she
would occupy when I was not teaching or disciplining her.
Neelem hung on my every word as we dined leisurely. Sayali would have
neither food nor water until her new home was completed and she was within its
confines. She agreed to supervise the laborers while they constructed the pit
and hoist. The latter item was absolutely essential to allowing me to carry out
the rest of my plans. Her respect for me seemed to grow with every new
revelation. She reacted with open glee when I told her I intended to establish
some kind of relationship with Sayali's former teacher. It was quite obvious to
me, even without seeing the woman in question, that her attitude toward Sayali
was strongly tinged with jealousy. Neelem clapped her hands and whooped when she
realized what my long term intentions were with respect to that young woman.
"She will become your ally in this endeavor; perhaps more, much more. It
is even possible that she could become a full fledged member of this conspiracy.
Oh the guile and treachery you are displaying both amuses and frightens me. That
slut of mine, not so, yours now, will soon rue the day you ever entered this
house."
Neelem then proceeded to give her impressions of Miss Kanan Jorsay. I
had not seen my former lover this animated ever.
"She is young, just from the university. This is her first position and
she is still learning what it means to be trying to educate girls not that much
younger than herself. Sayali is no different than most girls her age. Miss
Jorsay, for reasons that are not known to me seems to be almost obsessed with
your slave's behavior and attitude."
I had to supress my amused reaction to the words "your slave", that
Neelem used with emphasis. Yes, that dusky vision of budding beauty was now
mine. How long I could retain my control over her depended on the help of others
such as her mother who was rapidly being sucked into this contest of the wills.
Neelem continued to give me her assessment of the young woman who hopefully
would play a substantial role in the future activities I had planned for Sayali.
"Her dress reflects the influence of our former masters. She wore a
mannish suit that seemed to be out of place at the school. She is neither ugly
nor pretty and is dark complected. Her glasses were those narrow type that made
her seem to be harsher than she probably is. I doubt that she has drawn the
attention of too many young men here. To me she semed small, a terrier of a
young woman still very unsure of herself."
At this point Neelem leaned forward and gave me a knowing smirk as she
said, "I'm sure she will be dazzled by the appearance of one such as you,
especially if you were to treat her not as just a teacher. This one has needs,
it is written in the way she holds herself. We women can read the signs that you
men do not seem even able to see let alone understand."
Had we been fencing she probably would have scored a touch with her
final remark. I did my best to retain my calmness, but knew that there was still
a strong bond between us, which gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. The
sheer animal lust that I was feeling towards that girl awaiting my wrath was
still strong, but the presence of this seasoned soul whose needs were known to
me acted to bank rather than stoke the fire that burned within me.
I discussed my plan to meet with the teacher as early as tomorrow if
arrangements could be made. This would indicate my sincerity to make amends for
my errors in judgement, and also give me the opportunity to ingratiate myself
with her. I planned to ask if she would act as my advisor in certain aspects of
Sayali's education, where she obviously knew more about the situation than I.
Neelem's face broke into another wide smile when I mentioned that perhaps I
might hint to the young lady that one of my approaches to making the girl more
manageable and obedient would involve employing the application of corporal
punishment.
With the hook set, I made my exit. I could not resist leaving a trail of
bread crumbs that she might follow. I casually mentioned that I would be engaged
for a considerable length of time with providing Sayali with her first taste of
corporal punishment, but I had taken the precaution of gagging her so as to not
disturb Neelem while I gave my "slave/pupil" a sound thrashing. I got an
immediate response; her eyes glittered and a few muscles in that smooth round
face clenched briefly.
( To be continued )
