There is one scene in the Bollywood movie Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge I watched on video over and over again. Simran and her friend Sheena walking in London, discussing the trip to Europe. Why? Sheena is dressed n a hot leather dress and walking in hot boots. From that moment I decided that I would do my best to change my future wife in a leather slut.

Not only leather and boots turn me on. I have another fetish: a gag in the mouth of a girl. Nothing is so good as a ball gag between the red lips of a desi girl. Or stuffing her mouth with a penis shaped gag. Silencing her, forcing her in sexual submission.

Already before marriage I had the pleasure to gag two NRI [Non Resident Indian] girls, and fuck them, enjoying their muffled moaning. The first was a dusky student, Suneeta. I tricked her in the gag, telling her that the ball gag would prevent the other students in the house to hear her while we made love. She got turned on by the gag, and I fucked her many times like that. Always her lips painted red.

After some time we broke up, at least the sexual relationship. But she arranged a replacement: Sharada, a NRI dental nurse with beautiful dark eyes. She knew her from her Indian dance classes. When Suneeta and me met, she always asked me "And,... did you gag her?". I think she wished her friend to undergo the same humiliation. I never told Suneeta, but yes.. Also Sharada got the ball gag between her lips. She was very willing to try. In fact she was very willing to try anything. I knew she had an affair with her boss. All her friends suspected this. But I found some proof in her house, and Sharada confessed. I fucked the gagged Sharada two times in her apartment. She was dressed in her nurse uniform. However the third time I offered her the gag, an harness gag, that would be secured with several straps over the head, she refused. It was too humiliating, she said. "I feel like an animal".

Both Suneeta and Sharada are married now. I know Suneeta worked two days as a BDSM prostitute in an expensive brothel. She didn't only loved the gag and kinky plays, but also the money. But she found the work to be very hard. After being spanked hard by a customer, she left the brothel. The owner found this pity. The customers would pay a lot of money for the pleasure to enjoy an Indian sexslave for some hours. Her husband nor her family knows anything about this. Suneeta is now happily married.

So the harness gag had to wait for my wife. Her name is Rupali. A very innocent girl at the time I met her for the first time in India. She didn't suspect that I would do my best to pervert her after marriage and after the visa matters had been dealt with. After that, she soon would learn that the life of a NRI housewife would be different than the safe live of a virgin in Andhra Pradesh... At time time her mouth knew only the taste of hyderabadi biryani and other nice food. In about one year time she would also know the taste of rubber and leather...

It was after our marriage that Rupali told me that for years she had the strong opinion that she didn't like to marry. But finally she accepted that she should settle in married life. Her parents put her profile on a matrimonial website:

"simple, careful, active, social minded. Looking masters professional, docters, engrs, lawyer or computer/IT professional responsible guy. Looks forward to finding a very sincere, understanding and loyal person, who is supportive and better half of life..Hobbies : Cooking, reading

Interests : Listening to music, Movies, Religion

Preferred Movies : Documentaries, Drama, Epics, Short films

Preferred Dress Style : Classic Indian - typically Indian formal wear

Lifestyle: Drink - No, Smoke - No"

To keep the story short, it was me who took the bride away, and also away from India... In fact, altough the matrimonial didn't mentioned this, it was the wish of Rupalis mother that her daughters would marrry a NRI and that they would settle outside India.

The first time I met Rupali, I found her to be a sincere, and also a very innocent girl. Her parents kept a careful watch over their daughter, in order to protect her against anything that would spoil her. She had never been touched by a boy. She had never been kissed. Soon I found out that she didn't know anything about sex. Although a elder sister was married and had a child (she now lived in the UK), she had absolutely no idea how she got pregnant.

I loved the innocence of Rupali. It would give me the opportunity to start the experiment in order to answer the question if a girl from a traditional family could be trained with success in order to become what I considered to be the perfect wife. A wife that would be dressed in leather and high heeled boots. But not only that: also a wife that would be the perfect partner for my kinky desires. Would that Andhra girl, dressed in her light green saree, offering me the chai with a lovely smile, become a kinky leather slut?

The parents of Rupali travelled a lot outside India, and without any doubt should have know of the “dangers” that would await their daughter in a foreign country. Countries where girls had sex before marriage, went to parties to meet boys, all in combination with drinking and smoking.

Both parents were very satisfied with me. I would be the perfect person to protect their daughter. The day for the wedding was set, and as soon we were a married couple the visa application would be submitted.

On our suhaag raat [first night], I found Rupali to be very nervous. She clearly wished to keep her clothes on. Slowly I peeled her out of her saree, but she kept her blouse and panty on. I kissed her. But she looked frightened. Later she told be that she thought that girls would get pregnant from a simple kiss on the mouth.

That week I slowly discovered her body. I convinced her to remove her saree blouse and underwear I found her pussy to be very, very tight. I told her that I would introduce her to the world of sex after she got her visa and I would return to India.

Back in my country I checked my collection of gags. I could not wait for the day that I would press the rubber ball between her lush lips, buckle the leather strap to secure the gag in her mouth , and f*** my silenced wife...

However things would not go that smooth. Something went wrong during her visa interview. Rupali explained me that she got very nervous in the interview room at the consulate. It was her first visit to Hyderabad in a long time, adding to the stress. The interview room was very small, and she found herself seperated from the immigration officer by a window. The communication went via a microphone and a speaker. During the interview the immigration officer expressed her doubts. The marriage had to be registered. Without the certificate the visa would not be issued.

So I had to return for the registration. But my stay of 5 week in India gave us a fine opportunity to have a real honeymoon. We went to several other romantic places. Finally, during this honymoon it was that our marriage would be consummated. The place I will never forget.

During our journey we wanted to stay in Maduari one night, and to travel to Kodaikanal by car next day. I decided to take one of the retirement rooms in Madurai Junction railway station. The matron told us that no A/C room was available, but that a non-A/C family room was still free.

Rupali agreed to take the room, but urged me never to tell her family we stayed there. According to her decent girls don't stay at a retirement room at a railway station (so suggesting that only sluts would sleep there...).

We entered the huge room, with two attached bathrooms and tow beds. Rupali asked be to block the door, because she was a bit scared. She told me not to leave her for a second. She clearly was afraid that during any absence people would break into the room, rape her, abduct her and sell her into prostitution. Also she started to check the room for hidden cameras. She had read stories about girls being videoed, and afterwards blackmailed. It took me some time to calm her down.

After taking some rest, we went down to the station hall to drink chai [tea] and have some lunch. We walked a bit around the station, made a phone call to home and made a walk in the city. On our tour we purchased some food and water bottles, and a tin of ghee. Why the ghee, Rupali asked. I said that we urgently needed it, now or in the coming days.

We went back to our room. Rupali felt more relaxed now. We undressed. Rupali kept her saree blouse on, but removed her saree, skirt and panty. Listening to the sounds of passing trains in the background, I gently massaged her pussy. Rupali relaxed and the pussy opened up. I grabbed the ghee and lubricated her choot [cunt] and my lund [dick]. I pressed my lund in her choot. Finally, I was able to break Rupalis seal. Her choot was still extremely tight, and I enoyed my first f*** with my wife…

While f*** Rupali at Madurai railway station I couldn’t help to think about my experiences with Suneeta. At the time I met Suneeta, she was still a virgin. Being a lawstudent she had her own room in a hostel, but she often visited her elder sister, married to an engineer. So I used to visit Suneeta often in her sisters house. Suneetas sister and and her husband liked me very much. Certainly they found me to be a very good match for this younger sister.

When the whole family went on a holiday, Suneeta stayed in the house. Her sister told her that it was absolutely ok when I would visit her, as long “no strange things” would happen. So the family went on their holiday and Suneeta stayed behind. The first thing she did was inviting me to stay with her in the coming days. Suneeta was very eager to do naughty things now, and instead of sleeping in separate beds, we used the bedroom and the bed of her sister and her husband.

Sunneta and me shared sweet kisses. And I kissed her whole body. Suneeta certainly wanted me to f*** her that night, but I found her to be a bit nervous. Without doubt she had full knowledge of human anatomy. Also I knew she masturbated and used a vibrator. But she had no practical experience with the working of a real lund. I asked her if she had her vibrator with her. Yes, it was in her handbag. I got it for her. She had to overcome some shame, because it was the first time she used it, while a guy watching her, but finally the small dildo went in her choot. I noticed that she got excited. I kissed her nipples. It was time to replace the dildo for the real thing. But seeing her mouth I wanted something else first.

After rubbing her virgin choot with my hard lund I invited her to suck the lund first. Suneeta did not hesistate. Her lips touched my lund,and slowly my lund disappeared in her warm mouth. Her friends from the law college had given her instruction how to suck cock, and certainly she was a very good student. Suneeta gave my hard lund a very good massage. And then… I felt the cum coming. Also Suneeta felt that her blow job was near a climax. She tried to escape, but I put my hand on her head and did not allow her to leave my hard lund. A few second later I exploded in her mouth. My cum shot right in her troath. Suneeta made some noice. MMMMMMMMM, EEEEUUHHHHH, MMMM, MMMM. I kept her head down while the last drops of cum left my lund, right in her warm mouth… and enjoyed the sight of this girl tasting cum for the first time.

Suneeta gagged on my lund and the cum in her mouth, so I loosened my grip on her head and allowed her to raise her head. A part of my load of semen shot straight in her troath, a part she swallowed while she was still sucking my lund, and a part was still in her mouth. She looked at me with a really dirty look in her eyes. I had never seen her like that before. She turned her face towards me, and kissed me. "I love you, I really love you" Suneeta whispered.

We went to the bathroom attached to the bedroom to take a bath. For me cleaning didn't take so long. Suneeta was very busy rinsing her mouth. Three times she brushed her teeth and tougue to be sure no cum was left in her oral cavity. Watching her in her nakedness, standing in front of the mirror, made me horny again. It was now time to invade her virgin choot. When she was finished I asked her to apply make-up. I watched her while she applied kajal and mascara. The red "kiss proof" lip stick she used was one of my birthday gifts. I loved the color. It matched her fair complexion very well.

I guided her back to the bedroom. On the bed we discussed her recent blow job experience, while I stroked her naked body and kissed her cheeks, lips and nipples. She was so honest to tell me that some college friends advised her to suck cock properly. But practise turned out to be different. She was not prepaired for the moment I came in her mouth. I wondered if her friends always used condoms. Or maybe they just pretended to have knowledge, and had they instructed Suneeta based on their textbook knowledge. Anyway Suneeta did a wonderful job.

Suneeta opened her legs. Her pussy was wet. "Please, will you fuck me?"

How could I ignore this request, altough I knew Suneeta was going to break her promise to her sister and brother-in-law, and that in their own bedroom!

Suneeta was wet, but I needed to lubricate her choot more in order to make her very first fuck as nice as possible.

I kissed her on her red lips and siad, "one moment sweety, I need something form my bag". With my hard lund I got out of the bed, and opened my bag. I had made all preperations. I got my bottle of silicone lubricant and applied this to my lund and Suneeta's choot. This massage made her even hornier. "Fuck me, now!!!!".

I went on top of her, and let her guide my lund to her choot. And than... I never knew that Suneeta could scream so loudly.

EEEEHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, HAAAAAANNNNNNN.

Altough we were alone in the house, I feared that the neighbors would hear this, and I put my hand over Suneeta's mouth. That excited us both.

Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm...

Ah, yes, enjoy my Sweety.

I loosend my grip on her mouth. Suneeta continued to speak dirty words...

Fuck, fuck, fuck, JJJJJJIIIIIIIII. I am your RANDI. [streetwhore]..

I knew that Suneeta was very intrigued by prostitutes. I had even taken her to an aera to show her the girls on the road that offered their bodies to the customers. Now, here in bed, this law student imagined to be a randi herself.

I even got more and more excited. Lost my control. Go on, go on, and ... exploded in her wet choot.

Suneeta was no virgin anymore, in both mouth and choot.

Lost Sunneeta her virginity in the marital bed of her own sister, Rupali got deflowered in the bed of a non-A/C railway retiring room (Rs 150 per 24 hours). Before the action I put a towel on the bed. After I lubricated her choot and my lund well with ghee, I started the work.

The fans spinning above the bed, and with the sound of a passing goods train hauled by a diesel engine entering our room, I entered her tight choot. Carefull and gentle. The ghee did the trick. With some effort my lund slipped past the entrance gate. Before this day I felt that Rupali (unconscious) wanted to defend her virginity. Now I was finally inside I pumped her harder and harder. Unlike Suneeta, who proved to be a real dirty slut, Rupali took this quietly. She closed her eyes and hardly made any sounds.

I got so excited that I came very fast. The whole party took maybe less than 30 seconds. I kissed my wife. "Now, you are finally my wife". "Was this it?", Rupali asked. "Yes this was it".

We stayed on the bed for half an hour. I picked at the hooks of her saree blouse. "Won't you get undressed fully now?" "Noooooooo".

We got hungry. Time to get down, to the restaurant. The room had two bathrooms so we could bath at the same time. It took Rupali a bit longer to get ready. She asked me to get her skirt, and a new saree and blouse from her suitcase. She didn't leave the bathroom before she was fully dressed. When she entered the room again, she looked great. I kissed her again.

We left the room, and went down to the buffet. The puri tasted great.

The next day we continued our journey to Kodaikanal and finally back to Chennai. All days we had sex. But Rupali insisted to keep her saree blouse on.

Finally in Chennai I was able to get her undressed fully, and to add something kinky for the first time...

The girl at the hotel desk at Chennai recognized us. We stayed at the same hotel on our journey to Madurai. The Tamil girl was dressed in a maroon saree, matching bangles and wore simple make up. Her name was Laksmi, according to her badge.

After we settled in our room, I started to kiss Rupali. She wanted sex, I knew. Now I would test her, so see if she was also open for some kinky things. I took two of the eye pads Rupali used to clean her make up, and two large first aid plasters.

"Rupali, I want to surprise you."

Rupali: "What is your surprise, dear?"

Me: "Please lie down on the bed, and make yourself comfortable"

I also lay on the bed, next to her. I started to caress her. I was hot. I wanted to peel her out of her saree and her blouse. Until this day she kept her blouse on during sex. Like she had something to hide from her husband. Ofcourse, I had seen her naked tits, but she refused to let me suck those nipples during sex. Why hiding that fruit?

"You know, Rupali. I have read that some woman enjoy sex more if they cannot see. They feel more relaxed, and the lack of vision, well... the body will get stimulated better."

"Mmmm, I don't know... Maybe..."

"So, I guess we have to find out".

"If you like..."

"What I will do, is put those pads over your eyes. So close your eyes".

Rupali close her eyes.

I put the cotton eye pads over her eyes. I felt so much excitement.

"And now, I will cover them with plaster. Don't scare".

Gently I taped her eyes shut. The big plasters covered the eye sockets fully.

"Can you see anything?"

"No, no".

I kissed her on her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her arms. I noticed Rupali got excited. I removed her pallo, and enjoyed her belly and navel. Rupali started to moan. I helped her out of the bed, in order to remove the saree and petticoat. I checked her choot. She got wet. I started to unhook her choli. "No, no, no". I put my hand over her lips. "Quiet, what will people think when they hear you". In fact I would love to gag her, but that was too early. Rupali kept quiet. The choli was open now. I pulled the choli down. She was now only in bra. The bra followed. Rupali, with taped eyes, looked soooooo hot. I helped her on the bed. It was time to fuck the bitch... "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah". Again I closed her mouth. "Be quiet". "Mmm, mmm, mmm". Rupali was certainly a girl that would love a blindfold. She loved being out of control... Being controlled... She was like Suneeta... yes... she would love the gag... After Rupali got her visa, I would open up this kinky slut, hidden deep inside her...

Finally the visa was issued. We could prepare for her departure from India and her new life abroad. My plan was ready. After Rupali was settled, I would introduce her to western style clothes, high heeled shoes and boots... Until now she only knew saree, salwar-kameez and chapels.

And a new ball gag was waiting for her. I could have used the old one that gagged both Suneeta and Sharada a few years ago. It would be hot to see my wife gagged with a gag that once silenced my girlfriends. But I was sure that Rupali would notice the teeth marks left on the rubber ball, and she would ask questions. May I would use the old gags later on. For the moment I kept them in a safe place.

The immigration procedures at the airport went smoothly and I took Rupali by car to her new home. Of course it took her some time to settle. But within one week she was dressed in blouse and skirt for the first time. She was a bit shy, and the first skirt was ankle length. She refused to reveal her legs to strangers. This was a good opportunity to buy a pair of boots, that would cover her calves. Over-the-knee (OTK) boots would even suit her desire for modesty more, but it was certainly too early for that.

We went to a shoe shop. I had prepared our visit and knew exactly where to look. First she tried a pair of shoes with a very low heel. That was ok. We looked a bit further. "Oh, look, what a nice pair of boots". Rupali had a good taste, but the heel was still too low for my taste. After trying several pair, I showed her a pair of boots that I liked more... black with high chromed (metal) stilletto heels. "Please try that, dear".

Ofcourse, her first experience with high heels was... lets say challenging... The sales girl came to my rescue. "Yes, it is a bit difficult when you are not used to stiletto heels. But after a while you will feel comfortable". And she added: "They are wonderfull. I just bought a pair for myself, a few weeks ago".

To keep it short, we left the shop with one pair of flat heeled shoes, and the stiletto heeled boots.

The pair of boots was the first small step in the training that I had in mind for Rupali. A ball gag was waiting for her in a secret place, and I would introduce her to leather clothes and shorter skirts. Especially the leather clothes would be an important milestone. It would be an clear signal that Rupali would be ready to accept the western lifestyle and western values. There is nothing sexier than black leather. For any woman, a leather skirt is an amazing way to turn heads and get noticed. Especially in combination with boots, I was sure that any desi woman in leather will attract all attention she needs. I would enjoy how other men would look at her, getting horny. Shy Rupali would be changed in a leather slut... for my own joy...

At home I asked Rupali to put on the boots again. I clicked the first photo's. My wife was very uneasy in her new boots. In the first place because she was not very used to the feeling of her feet in shoes (in India she had always open shoes). But also because of the new feeling of standing in high heels. In fact walking in those heels was nearly impossible. I guided her, making her first steps in the room.

Rupali looked unhappy, she didn't want to disappoint me. I told her that this was normal. The solution would be "high heel training". By carefully increasing spending the time in high heels, she would teach her feet to wear heels.

I had prepared a small list of things to do (s found a very helpful site) and gave the paper to Rupali:

"1. Wear your heels in a sitting position and around the home first. After a period of time they will become comfortable and you will probably forget you are even wearing them.

If you are planning to wear heels outdoors or at a club on the weekend, wear them around the house for a few hours first until they feel natural.

2. Try standing in front of a mirror and walking in a straight line placing one foot in front of the other. Walk away from the mirror and check the motion of your legs and body as you walk towards the mirror.

Keep your feet pointing forward and legs straight. Do not slouch or and make sure you have a straight back whilst you walk. Pick up items at different heights including the floor level keeping your knees together.

3. Try wearing high heel shoes outdoors in the garden. Wearing these on both soft and hard surfaces will give you a greater understanding of how the shoe will react and respond.Tip: Do not place weight on the heel of the shoe when walking on grass, sand or other soft surfaces or the heel may sink into the ground and you could fall over. The heel of the shoe may also become scuffed or marked.

4. When wearing medium height heel shoes try to walk placing the heel on the floor first with less pressure, placing more of your weight on the front of your foot, you will be walking more light footed almost as if you have a 'spring in your step'.

By placing less pressure on the heel you will elevate the foot slightly and increase the strength of your ankle, achieve better weight distribution and balance. By doing this over a period of time you will easily be able to wear higher heel shoes.

5. Consider ankle and knee high boots as they will provide slightly better stability and control. As soon as you have mastered walking in a wider heel you should easily be able to swap them for a sexy pair of thinner heels.

6. Sitting with your feet on tiptoes with your heel highly raised from the ground will train your foot and ankle to be more accustomed to the right angle for wearing high heels, this will also make the high heel shoe feel more comfortable.

Try standing and walking around the house on tiptoes, this will help to develop a stronger ankle and better balance. You can extend the time that you do this each day until you can perform normal household activities for longer times without placing your heel on the floor.

This exercise will help you to transfer the focus of weight away from the heel of your foot making it easier to wear higher heels.

7. Try walking up and down stairs and laying out items on the floor and stepping over them, if possible hold a handrail for balance. You can also try standing on one foot whilst watching television or performing another task. This will help you to learn further balance and prepare you more for walking outdoors.

8. It is not advisable to remove your heels and walk bare foot whilst you are out, there is a risk you may step on something sharp or someone may stand on your toe with their heel. If your feet become tired try sitting down for a while and removing your heels.

9. Finally, practice makes perfect. You may have to wear heels to the shops or to work many times before they start to feel natural. "

The message was clear: you have to practice

Rupali agreed, and I made a training schedule. Very simple, Rupali had to wear her new boots at home, every day for an increasing period of time. In the beginning she was too afraid to wear them when I was not at home, but after some days she got more confidence, and she followed the training schedule while I was at my office. From time to time I phoned her, and was sure to check if she was wearing her boots.

It would still take some time for her to have a first walk outside. In the meanwhile I would introduce her to the gag. In the cases of Suneeta and Sharada it took me to trouble to get the girls gagged. I wondered if it would be also so easy for Rupali. And indeed, believe it or not, it proved again very simple.

For Suneeta, who stayed at that time at a students hostel, I said that she could be overheard by her fellow students in the house during our fucking sessions as an incentive to allow her to be gagged. I used the same trick for my wife.

One night, in the bedroom, I showed her the ball gag. We had some foreplay so Rupali was in the mood for sex. I explained her how it worked (rubber ball between the lips, locked by the leather strap, no PhD needed for that!), and asked her to wear it, while we had sex. "It will stop your screams during sex and therefore make sure our neighbours cannot hear us". I guessed this point, knowing her love for modesty,would help Rupali to accept the gag. Rupali didn't even ask any questions. "If you like it, yes". With pleasure I put the gag in her mouth, and buckled the strap. Rupali looked at me... her eyes showed submission...

Once the rubber ball was inside her mouth, between her lips, I got hot, very hot… To make the sensation of being gagged and fucked for Rupali so insense as possible I had refused to have sex with her for two weeks. She would despetately love to feel my lund inside her. But on the other hand this made that I urgently needed to fuck my wife myself. And the sight of my gagged wife made my lund hard like rock.

I kiss her nipples, bite her nipples. She moans a bit. She loves a hard treatment of her nipples. She takes my hands, and put them on her tits. Squeeze them! She wants to tell. I grab her tits her nipples and squeeze them. I kiss Rupali on her gag. “I love you, I love you, I love you”. I look in her brown eyes. She loves it, I can read it in her eyes.

Rupali guided my lund into her choot. I started to fuck her, a fuck I never gave her before. Rupali got excited, very excited. "Mmmmm, nnnnn, mmmmm”, Rupali seemed to love this ride. I could see that she forgot everything, where she was now, the gag in her mouth.

This first time I refrained from closing the strap too thight. Once she would be used to be gagged I would step by step, hole by hole, thighten the strap and see how she would react on the strain and pain.

I go on and on. And soon, too soon, I cum inside her. We lie down. Rupali still gagged. She is exhausted. I release her from the gag, and kiss her on her lips.

“Did you like it?”

“Oh,I felt something.” She points at her choot. Sperm is around her pussy lips.

“Shall I wash”, she asks.

“Yes”

While she takes I shower, I clean the ball gag. There is salvia on the rubber ball.

She comes out of her shower.

“And, how do you feel, Rupali?”

“Nice”

“And about the ball in your mouth?”

“Uhhhh, … I don’t know”. She looks embarrassed

“No problem… I hope?”

“No, no, it fine…”

Later that night, she asks me: “That ball, do their use it here on the first night?”

“Why do you think that?”

“So that no one will hear the screams of the bride”.

I get the hot fantasy of a desi bride gagged by her in-laws and guided to the bed room for her suhaag raat. The mother-in-law smiling. “Yes, Bahu. That is our custom. And it fits so perfect with your red lipstick. Come, make my son happy”. “Ohhh, … you look sooo. Hiiiiii”

“Yes, Rupali, with this ball in the mouth, no one will hear the bride’s screams… or moaning…”

And I kiss her goodbye… That night I dream about Rupali in a very thight gag, in leather and boots… High heeled boots! Like a whore… My private whore…

Looking at the photos of my wife made in the past years the change is striking. On her photos taken before marriage and shortly after marriage you see an innocent girl. After she experienced sex her body and face slightly changed. She became a woman. Now 5 years later... her way of clothing and her attitude reveal the slut she is now. There are photo's we will never show her frelatives in India. Her parents would think that their daughter turned in a dirty whore. A disgrace to the family! It might be an exaggerated reaction... Rupali's skirts are not much shorter than the skirts of the heroines and item girls in Indian cinema.

On the other hand Rupali knows now how to attract the attention of passers-by and to enjoy this. She nows now how to deal with guys who put a hand on her leather clad bottom, and she learned kinky sex. Even worse, it is their own daughter who speaks dirty words, like "Yes, turn me in your whore...", a few seconds before I press the rubber ball in her mouth, between her purple painted lips. She enjoys it as the gag is first buckled at the back her neck, and then a chinstrap fixed next. Finally, with her nose surrounded by two straps that join at her forehead, a single strap will be pulled backwards, to be joined to a buckle from the main straps. Rupali enjoys it. Her cunt is wet. I can smell her excitement. She is a randi! I blindfold her, spank her bottom. Attach clamps to her nipples. And fuck her doggy style. She loves to fucked deep in her hot choot. As a sex slave... "Yes, you are a good whore".

Sometimes I dream how Rupali will join a gang bang. Being fucked doggy style while another guy fucks her in the mouth. Rupali and me have watched videos like that. Also videos of girls in bondage. Even the videos featuring Indian models. She knows she is not the only NRI involved in BDSM.

One of my aims was to get Rupali in boots as soon as possible and turn her in a real boot whore. Above I gave a description of how we purchased her first set of boots. As I mentioned Rupali had no experience with boots or stiletto heels, so that means training!

I found a very useful instruction on the internet (as posted before in this thread), and instructed my wife. Because she did not want to disappoint me in anything she started her training with much enthusiasm. But knowing that enthusiasm often dies, I kept a close watch. So I instructed her to keep a diary and to note everyday how much time she spend in boots. Also I called her from time to time to check if she indeed wore her boots and had the rule that she had to wear her boots at the time I came home.

I noticed she was a bit frightened to wear the boots at home at times I was not there, so in the first weeks she only trained in the evening. Soon she got more familiar with the boots, so she started to wear them also during day.

Training was very simple: walk in boots and get used to them.  That the instruction also read "Consider ankle and knee high boots as they will provide slightly better stability and control." made it for me easier to buy a second pair of knee boots for her, and even suggest that we should look for over-the-knee boots!

Rupali had already her second set of (Italian) boots when we made our first walk in the streets. Rupali was a bit frightened, but I held her hand firmly to support her. As you will know this will only make your wife or gf more happier.

Over the weeks she started to love her boots. There was only one incident. After she complained about pain in her toes, I discovered that she continued to wear her silver toe rings even in the boots.  No Rupali that is not very sensible.

Now Rupali is addicted to boots an high heels. In fact she feels more comfortable in heels than on flat shoes. Also we have two sets over-the-knee boots and patent leather knee boots. No other shoes or boots give a wife a more slutty appearance than that. I enjoyed many times how men or other women look at her clothed in tight jeans and over-the-knee boots. I call them her "hooker boots" or "fuck me boots". And indeed they attract a lot of attention. She has two sets with the legs of the jeans cut off a bit above the knee to allow the combination of thight boots and the jeans. Even better is the combination with a leather or denim mini skirt.

OK, I have to confess: I turned my wife into a bondage slut. Don't think she is in heavy bondage. But that innocent Andhra girl of a few years ago started to love being gagged, blindfolded, her hands in leather mittens and some rope. Some may be surprised but after I gagged Rupali for the first time, she might be fucked without a gag maybe 10 or 15 times at the most. All other fuck sessions she enjoys a gag between her lips or even (in case of the cock-gag) deep in her mouth. And her cunt gets very wet in restraints... We had our best sex sessions while she was gagged and blindfolded, and unable to do anything about this due to her restraints.

Now the first steps had been taken, I decided to go on further in changing my Rupali in the ideal wife for me. That this would mean that this innocent Andhra girl would be perverted and turned in my private slut. As Rupali was deeply in love with me, it seemed that her guiding on the road to perversion would not too difficult. And indeed. Not only because of her deep love for me, but also – as I soon found out – once Rupali had tasted the freedom the Western world offered her, she wanted more and more. Far from India, and far from her family, keeping pressuring her to upkeep traditional values, far from neighbors with their gossip, the slut hidden deep in her waited to be released. How paradoxally it may sound, her sexual journey that just started and would lead her deep into a world of bondage and BDSM, would mean freedom to my wife. She was joining all those other NRI girls, whose behavior would show in the eyes of Indians that they are sluts or even whores. In fact it is nothing less than signs of freedom and independence.

On the aspect of clothing, next to boots (with or without spiked heels), I decided that my wife would get a collection of leather clothes. At that time Rupali was still a bit shy and not used to show her legs, so her first set was a leather coat with a rather long and tight skirt. In fact the skirt was so long that she had to wear high heels, another incentive to the love for high heels she was going to develop. For Rupali the long skirt means modesty. However, what she was going to experience was that the image of a leather clad Indian woman, forced to take small steps due to the limited space the skirt offered, was turning her in a kind of cock tease, willing or not. It was a pity that the skirt was not made with a buttoned slit, so offering Rupali the choice between restriction or more freedom to walk but offering onlookers a sexy view on her legs. However as we know hidden things will arouse more excitement. I am sure that while walking in the streets, preferably a busy shopping street, she made many cock hard. I was amused to hear from her that her friends at the gym warned her not to walk alone in these leather clothes. She was teasing men too much, and may encourage guys to do her harm. In my fantasy I got the image of some guys waiting for her to leave the gym, following her in the parking garage and raping her. If they would find a ball gag in her purse, it would only make things worse. When Rupali would get the ball gag, I knew for sure that her choot would get hot and wet. My fantasy got too far, when I got the image of the rapists discovering the arousal of their victim and even enjoying their sex with their Indian object more and more... OK, it was nothing I would like to happen to anyone in the real world , and I appreciated the concern of her friends. But the warning might not only be given because of concern…

What exited me even more was that Rupali dressed in leather made other women jealous. This certainly happened to a teacher of the nursing assistant course Rupali followed. She told me that this teacher started to treat her badly after she had visited her school in her expensive black leather dress. Even stranger was that she teacher herself appeared one day in a purple leather set one day, if to impress her student and to give her the message that she must not think that she was the only one who could afford such clothes. Luckily for Rupali the theory lcourse given by this teacher soon finished and Rupali could start practicing.

I encouraged her choice for a job in nursing for reasons soon to be given…