Taming Sayali
Chapter 06
It was a very different Kanan Jorsay who greeted me at the entrance to
the restaurant. This one was wearing a white knit dress that hugged her slim,
boyish body and a scent that was musk based. We went in and were quickly seated
in the rear of the establishment to allow some degree of privacy. Once again she
ordered a cocktail and immediately launched into her story. I could not help
noticing that her aroma became stronger as she spun her tale like a modern
Scheherazade.
Upon returning to the university she discovered that her two mistresses
had once more arranged for the three of them to be reunited. This came as no
surprise to her. They immediately attempted to reestablish their control over
her the first night. She spent hours tied to the narrow bed, stark naked, and
completely at their mercy. They once more introduced their clean-shaven mounds
to her for tonguing, licking and kissing. Her lips were swollen by the time they
were satisfied that she was still their servant and sex toy. That night she also
discovered that there would be two vibrators and a pair of dildos to contend
with, all wielded with a meanness of spirit that depressed her no end.
By the time she was released so she could begin unpacking their bags and
making sure that everything was properly hung, her resolve was set in stone.
Today she would begin to search for a male student to act as her protector. In
exchange for freedom from these two demons, she would be his housekeeper, and
more if that were necessary.
Her search bore fruit within two weeks; his name was Satish and he was
in his final year at the university. Her new master was extremely bright but
almost child-like when it came to matters involving sex. His parents were
reserved and bookish. He knew nothing of what, if anything, went on behind their
bedroom door. Satish did have rather strange ideas when it came to sex, most of
them developed from chance conversations with fellow students, all of whom
seemed to be perpetually engaged in having sex with a bewildering variety of
female partners, none of whom he ever saw.
Satish had a roommate, but he was rarely there. He was engaged to a
local girl, and spent much of his time with her, especially at night. Basically
Kanan moved into his unit and did whatever he told her. It wasn't too long
before she took on a major new responsibility, teaching him about sex. He was an
apt pupil. Unlike her younger brother, Satish had a relatively small member and
was quite easy to accommodate, especially after a summer spent spreading her
legs for the thick cock of Kumar.
We took our places on the buffet line and while we waited I inhaled her
fragrance and had a difficult time behaving civilly. Ms Jorsay absolutely
enthralled me, there could be no question concerning her hold on my senses. I
found myself straining to see if perhaps at some oblique angle I might be able
to see beneath that form fitting garment she wore. I felt as if I was once again
going on my first date, very unsure of myself and at the same time enchanted by
the scent and sight of my youthful partner.
Kanan picked up her story and between bites, described the highlights of
her final two years at the university. Having effectively played the role of sex
slave to her brothers which also included accepting their punishments on
occasion, life with Satish presented no new challenges until nearly the end of
the year. Something occurred between Satish and his parents which seemed to
transform him into someone foreign to her.
This new master was much more domineering and somewhat crueler. This
change she accepted as part of the price she paid for being protected from the
two girls from Bophal. On their last night he gave her a terrible beating after
making her strip to the skin and lean over their bed, her arms supporting
herself as he flayed the skin from her legs, ass and back with a heavy leather
strap that left her bleeding from dozens of spots. Then she was sodomized, a
very painful experience since it had been almost exactly a year since she had
undergone this treatment during her gang rape in the men's wing of the
dormitories. She never completely understood what caused him to change and what
motivated that terrible outpouring of hatred for her on the last night before he
took his leave from her life.
Kanan became much more animated when she described her final year as the
sex slave of a graduate student, who had been a good friend of Satish. She
stated that it would not surprise her in the sightest if he rose to a high
position in the national government within a decade, high praise indeed coming
from this young woman. She began telling me the story of her year with this
brilliant, domineering and aloof male.
"I was able to move into his quarters since it was my final year and I
was totally responsible for my actions. I knew the routine very well by now,
keeping his clothes clean, mended and hung properly in the closet. I cleaned,
cooked and kept his calendar, making sure that he was appraised of those dates
and times considered important for a man in his position, only a year away from
writing his thesis. He spent much of the year discussing the matter with his
advisor, a very well known authority in the field."
"Somewhow he also found time to make sure that I excelled at my studies.
He was a stern task master. I would be examined once weekly, usually upon
returning from my last class of the week. I would immediately strip naked and
seat myself in this hard wooden chair and await his arrival, which would
normally be about a half hour later.
"He would tie my hands tightly behind my back and bind my upper arms
together with another length of rope. He would then loop a rope around my waist,
draw the ends down and through the lips of my vagina and pull it up between my
cheeks, to finally anchor it to the rope pulling my upper arms together, causing
me to have to arch my back into an uncomfortable bow. My legs would receive
similar treatment, being bent beneath the seat, my ankles pulled up and anchored
to one of the wooden back supports."
"My sex would be totally wide, completely vulnerable. He insisted that I
keep my pussy bare of hair, so in this position everything was in the open. He
would take a chair and draw it up to confront me. Before each question I would
be struck smartly with the riding crop he always brought to these sessions. It
would land on whatever part of my body he decided to strike, my breasts, such as
they were, chest, shoulders, belly, on my sex at times, always a random event.
Then he would bark question about one of my classes and woe to me if I was found
unprepared. That meant a pair of blows to my open sex that were given with
brutal force. I still remember the agony that first stroke to my spread vulva
created in me."
"My testing would go on for at least an hour, perhaps more depending on
his schedule. The first few examinations left me covered with welts, most of
them marking my most sensitive regions. After my first test I was unable to walk
without pain for three days. After that I devoted a great deal more time to my
studies even though it meant sacrificing sleep or rushing through my household
chores, a great risk in itself."
"He didn't seem to be interested much in sex with me or anyone else for
that matter. I would suck him to completion perhaps once a week. He had good
staying power which was not the norm when it came to your typical male
university student. I soon put the time I spent servicing him to good use, going
over in my mind the plans and outlines for my term papers while licking, and
slobbering all over his rigid dick."
" A few months before I was to graduate, things changed drastically as
far as my sexual services were concerned. He began lending me out to his advisor
and his wife. This marked a new milestone in my sexual education. I had had sex
with both women and men, but never at the same time; this was to change once I
began spending an evening or even a weekend with the professor and his wife, who
was a lawyer."
"Their tastes were quite refined and very bizarre. In time I was able to
suck the professor off, swallowing his discharge, while his wife sodomized me
with her strap on dildo, and not think too much about it. Other times the roles
would be just the opposite, I was the only constant."
"I learned about water sports which were most distasteful to me. I gave
and received golden showers, and took all sorts of enemas without letting my
users know how distressed I was. This was important because it would reflect
badly on my master if his advisor knew this."
" I was beaten by one, usually with a riding crop while the other fucked
me savagely, inspired by the violence being done to me. When I graduated the
university and set out on my own, I had an impressive resume of sexual
techniques and tricks at my disposal for one so young. I also had an offer to
teach at this school thanks to my good grades, which were the result on my
master's efforts. I owe him much."
Although Kanan did all the talking, she somehow had finished her meal
while my plate was mostly untouched. While I concentrated on eating, she made it
known that she was very interested in participating in Sayali's
"rehabilitation", as she so diplomatically put it.
Kanan then began to tick off all the things she brought to the table,
her sexual experience, discipline, her teaching background, her knowledge of
Sayali's personality, strengths and more importantly her weaknesses, her
personal history as a slave, or bottom, the knowledge she possessed when it came
to using sophisticated applications of pain to the female body and finally her
strong interest in affecting change in my charge.
It was done in by her usual rapid-fire, orderly way, nothing left to
chance, a brilliant exposition of her specific talents and how they would
contribute to my ultimate ojective of taming Sayali. I even thought she probably
knew most of my hidden agenda for the girl as well.
In principle it was my decision as to whether or not she would be
invited to assist me. However in reality her presence could be most counter
productive, even destructive if Neelem felt threatened by her strong personality
and near obsessive drive to accomplish what she viewed to be necessary, despite
the consequences.
It took but a moment to solve this conundrum, I suggested strongly that
she discuss her potential role in this endeavor with Neelem in person. I told
her that I was most impressed by her credentials and hoped that she and Neelem
could work out a mutually acceptable and beneficial arrangement that would allow
the three of us to combine our strengths in this effort.
I sat back and waited for her to react; perhaps a withering stare or a
sharp retort would not have been surprising. Her face provided no hint as to her
true feeling about my decision, or was it my evasion of responsibility. Instead
she dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin and suggested we end this
discussion since she had to be back at school shortly. When we left, I did not
know what her plans would involve.
Neelem was still supervising her daughter as she washed what seemed to
be an endless amount of laundry. I was amused at this mother-daughter tableau,
Neelem seated comfortably in her wicker chair, the flogger on her lap, while
kneeling a meter away was Sayali, scrubbing away at the wet fabric in her hand.
I shielded my eyes from the sun's glare and scanned the girl's naked body for
new marks and could not detect any. I commented to Neelem that her daughter must
have been an obedient servant in my absence. She smiled and nodded.
I took care of a few matters while the girl finished the mountain of
wash and moved it, under her mother's supervision, to the threshhold of what
used to be her home. I decided that it was time I plied my trade; the formal
portion of Sayali's education had been neglected over these past few stressful
days. It was time to reestablish a routine for her to follow. She recoiled in
fear when I marched her to the hoist and prepared to hang her from it. I knew
she was afraid of being returned to the pit, a good sign that my idea of housing
her within the earth, so to speak, had been a good one.
"It is time for you to resume your education. Without proper training
you will find it most difficult to make your way in the world. We shall begin
with history. I will read a chapter and then I will question you about what I
read. Failure to respond correctly will go hard on you, very hard." I said,
showing her the weighted paddle that had done so much damage to her bottom
yesterday. The desperate look in her eyes told me that she would be a very good
student today for a number of reasons, having to do with staying out of the pit
and avoiding an additional beating.
The girl surprised me, she had indeed focused on listening to what I
told her about the Mauryan Empire, a subject that was most enjoyable to me as a
scholar. As I rattled off dates, names and battles, describing the expansion of
this first great empire that within a century had grown to contain nearly all
that is present-day India, as well as Pakistan and most of Afghanistan, I could
not help becoming somewhat distracted by her naked body glistening in the sun.
Sayali had no such distractions to deal with, except the occasional stinging
bite of a fly or the tickling of a rivlet of sweat as it made its way down her
bare body.
By the time I questioned her, I had almost completely lost my focus on
educating this vision of ripening flesh. Fortunately for me Sayali was intent on
surviving my testing and did not have any time to spend observing how flustered
I was becoming. Her answers were generally accurate, and the few errors were
minor at best. I had to struggle to retain my outwardly calm demeanor, because
inside my lusts were rising rapidly to the fore.
My questioning tailed off into an awkward silence as I daydreamed about
squeezing her breasts as we kissed, our tongues swirling inside each others
mouths, her musky scent filtering into my consciousness announcing her readiness
to be penetrated, no, taken! I looked off into the lush vegetation surrounding
the courtyard and started to regain control over my feelings. It was then that
Sayali gave me this impish smile; she knew, the little demon knew!
(To be continued)
