Garima Madam’s BITCH
A tale of female domination – and UTTER submission …
(Now in Spanish – and other languages too as we “speak”! )
An Englishman working abroad finds his “destiny” – and it’s NOT what he had expected upon taking on an expat position in India.
Not in his wildest dreams would he have imagined the erotic and sensual “Garima” whom he called in for an interview turning the tables on him quite superbly – and quickly at that.
And he’s in for the ride of his life as he learns that his “Garima Madam” and Indian ladies in general can be anything BUT what the common perception is at times!
This book is based on several REAL LIFE incidents – and to the gorgeous “Garima” – who provided me with the MOTIVATION to write this book (believe me, real life experiences work BEST – – hence the “reality mixed in with a dab of creative license” theme in ALL my books) – – THANK YOU, Madam. You’re the best – and while I can’t say the “most” dominant – for a while you were!!
This is another one in my Indian femdom series – for those of you into that – you’ll positively ENJOY IT. Interracial femdom – cuckolding – and UTTER humiliation – be “warned” – hehe.
PROLOGUE
I knelt silently in front of the bed, my eyes slowly getting accustomed to the darkness, my fingers continuing the soothing massage they were delivering.
My head was still spinning with what I had just witnessed over the past couple of hours, and some of the services I had just rendered to the man lying comfortably in front of me, on my bed, with my wife in his arms!
How could I have ever got myself into this, I wondered. A 35 year old man with a successful side business, a senior position and a great salary at my (former) job. Now at the foot of my wife’s bed, massaging her lover’s feet as they both slept!
But deep down in the bottom of my heart, I knew that I always wanted to do this. I’ve always wanted to worship a woman and watch her being sexually serviced by other men, and I was finally in the position of living my fantasies out in real time!
And Garima Ma’am was certainly the perfect lady with whom to share and actually live out my fantasies, dominating and using men for her own pleasure turning her on as much, if not more, than the actual acts turned me on.
A “match made in slave heaven”, you might call it!
Oh, Garima, I thought, a shudder of lust passing through my tired body.
Garima Ma’am… I am Garima Ma’am’s bitch, I thought, remembering the words as clearly as if I had said them the other day, though it had been a few months since she first forced me to say them.
Suddenly, the moon peeped out from between the clouds, shining in through the window of the fourth storey, and I could see the pair of feet I was massaging so assiduously; a large pair of feet, the soles rough and calloused staring me in the face, the smooth white soles contrasting sharply with the dark black skin on the rest of the foot and leg, the color contrast making the foot seem all that more masculine, but attractive at the same time to me.
What a journey it’s been thus far, I thought.
From meeting and then soon after dating Garima Ma’am, to the mind blowing orgasms, gradually giving up more and more control in every part of my life… and finally fulfilling one of my basest fantasies. . .
What a wild ride it’s been!
The soles were attached to a pair of powerful calves, the muscles standing out in stark relief on the lower leg, and were complemented rather well by a pair of smaller female feet laid on them, with toes painted red, the soles maintained so well that you’d think their owner never walked on them.
They’re Garima Ma’am’s soles, I thought. All those hours spent giving her pedicures, paying for her beauty treatments, all so she could look pretty as she always wanted to, and enjoy a few precious hours of lust every so often with her lovers!
My eyes travelled up their legs as I massaged Jerome’s feet, partially obscured by the covers. Jerome was snoring loudly, while my wife was on her side, one slim leg over Jerome’s powerful thighs, grabbing his waist with one hand.
I could see the faint outline of Jerome’s balls from under the covers, a thick clump of his pubic hair somewhat visible; as well as the tip of his black cock, finally spent from its exertions, laying comfortably on the set of large black balls it was attached to.
I looked at the two of them fast asleep, a powerful erection beginning to build, my dick furiously trying to break free of my underwear as I relived the events of the evening.
Garima was uppermost in my mind, her taunts and sexy legs coming to mind every time I looked at the two of them, but so were the memories of Jerome’s long, thick curved penis, the underside of the head clearly visible when erect, the long hot black shaft attached to a pair of large, hairy balls.
Balls that seemingly contained endless amount of hot, sticky cum.
Balls that slapped invitingly against her pert ass when he entered her from behind, causing her to scream with pleasure, as I watched breathlessly.
I remembered slobbering all over Jerome’s cock head, begging him to cum in my mouth, a desire that was granted to me not once, but twice that night.
I furiously wanted to masturbate at that point, my hands almost straying to my cock involuntarily.
But I stopped myself in the nick of time.
There’s no use, I thought.
Jacking off never really satisfies me fully unless I’m ordered to do so by Garima Ma’am!
Oh Garima…!, I thought.
I massaged Jerome’s feet with renewed vigour, Jerome completely relaxed and spread eagled on the bed, me trying to channel my energies into massaging his feet.
And as I did so, the moon disappeared behind the clouds again.
I started to think about how it all started. That one day in April, when Garima had joined the office…