Good Morning India Ch. 07

Chapter 7: Kira at Venezia Carnival After a month in France, Kira was overjoyed to fly back to India and be reunited with her Indian husband Kyrhan. India and especially her husband were now the main axles of her life. Her French husband, Dan, was another central part of her life but Kyrhan had clearly taken the upper position. He was so self asserting, so sure of his power on her and her automatic acceptance of his every whims that she felt totally secure just following his suggestions. Since her Indian marriage, it had been the first time she had traveled on her own and she was desperately missing his presence, the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand on her own, of his lips on hers that always made her melting in his arms and her cunt dripping. Afterwards she always felt totally submissive to him and would jump into the fire if he told her without hesitation. Being the wife of a vice prime minister had its advantages as she had traveled in first class with Garuda company. Several waitresses were trying very hard to make the travel less dull for her, ready to bring her a refreshment, a pillow, a comforter or adjust the head lamps if she just closed her eyes. She was already feeling arrived in India. As usual, for the travel, she was wearing a silk saree, this time a lilac one that emphasized the perfection of her complexion. Sarees of ever changing colors were a trademark of Kira Chowdhury, Princess Singh. She may now have more than two hundreds of them. She had been offered a good number when she married Kyrhan and both her husbands offered her some more regularly. She was lucky that Kyrhan s palace had so many rooms at her disposal. Kyrhan was waiting at the arrival gate. Her heart jumped in her chest when she saw him at last. She was really in love with the man, there was no question about it, although he was a little less than twenty years older than herself. And there was no interference with his important ministerial position. She would have loved him as much if he had been a simple retired man of no importance but, for sure, her life would have been totally different. When Kira reached him, in the crowd, she did not jump in his arms as all her emotions told her to do. She joined hands in front of her and saluted formally her husband with a joyful smile. She had to act properly in front of so much people. Kyrhan was accompanied by two staff members who took her wallets and escorted them to their car. The glasses were tainted so Kira, once in the privacy of the car took Kyrhan in her arms and kissed him lovingly on the lips. He responded and let his hand wander on her body. She smiled even more when she felt him check she had traveled naked under her petticoat and choli. She could have explained him that she was now totally used to it and she had just thought to disobey him when she had faced freezing temperatures in France. Dan had forced her to follow Kyrhan s orders and she had gradually welcomed the bite of frost on her most sensitive parts. It reminded her at every moment that she was following her Number One husband s instructions. Kira found the works in the palace had not advanced very much during her absence. She should never stay in France so long : nearly six weeks, if she wanted to invite friends to parties inside the building or have Dan, her French baby and Ranu for a few weeks there. - Master, Has Ranu arrived safely? - Yes, pet, Dan has phoned me they were on the motorway but I m afraid that my niece is much less adventurous than you and she will never be picked up by the first bus driver on her path. - Sure, Master, but they could stop at a hotel on the road whenever she wants. - She told me that Dan is more eclectic than myself. He has told her to wear sarees at home and miniskirts outside. Thus she doesn t draw too much attention. I just fear that she will never more feel at home here where clothes are moreÉ - Conservative, Master? - The correct word. You have seen my point. Kyrhan was ostensibly in a hurry to be alone with his pretty wife. He told the staff members to let her wallets in the lobby, pretending that his wife was tired and would go to sleep immediately. Kira had slept in the plane, so she was not at all tired. She already knew that her husband just wanted desperately to fuck her any way he could until he collapsed in sleep or she fainted, the later the better. He would have been the perfect Latin loverÉ When the attendants finally vacated the room, Kyrhan hastily locked the door and closed the curtains. From experience, Kira knew that she would not sleep much that night. When her husband closed the curtains, it was usually to muffle her screams, either of pain or ecstasy and when he locked the door, he just signaled her she had no escape possibility. The key was attached to a collar he placed around his neck. Kira felt totally owned and she always deeply relished that feeling. Kyrhan ordered her on her four on the bed. She complied immediately as she was swooning with desire. She had been accustomed to be used and enjoyed several times a day. She was now a sex addict, yearning to be fucked at least four times a day but always ready for much more. She positioned herself on the edge of the bed and opened her legs as wide as she could, bending slightly to have her bottom up in the air and her breasts just grazing the silk blankets. Her cunt and arse hole were in full display and partly open, ready to be used and abused. Kira began to swivel her hips around to draw Kyrhan s attention toward her bottom and entice him to fuck her immediately. A side benefit was to frig her erect nipples against the smooth surface of the blankets. That alone would have made her moaning in pleasure in a matter of minutes. Kyrhan remained standing, just at the perfect height to ram his raging cock into the velvety folds of Kira s cunt. She was already dripping and would surely not need additional lubrication there. As soon as he was deeply embedded in her cunt, he cupped firmly both her breasts in his hands and used them to draw her body toward him to impale her fully on his cock. Kira followed carefully the tugs she felt on her breasts. In her husband s arms, she was like a completely tamed mare, able to understand and obey directions given with a feather touch of the reins on the horse bit. Kira was beginning to understand the ponygirl fetish even if in this rather overcrowded country, it would be difficult to indulge in such experiments. Kyrhan increased his pace and that allowed her to climb back from her trance. He was now grinding back and forth in a frenzy. He was clearly on the verge of cumming. She concentrated on the feelings in her body. She desperately wanted him to cum the first. It was her duty, the way she had been trained to follow Kyrhan s preferences. She succeeded in postponing her own pleasure. He cummed but Kira had overdone her self imposed job. She did not come herself for the first time when she felt his hot spurts against her internal walls. Kyrhan looked sad not having her cum with him. Kira smiled to him in a reassuring mode. She had exerted fully her self control and would make an opportunity of this small problem. She disengaged and turned on her back. She lifted the hem of the saree she was still wearing and bunched up her petticoats. Kyrhan watched lewdly her offered cunt just in the middle of her widely spread legs. Slowly, Kira positioned her hands near her vaginal entrance. With the left hand, she parted her cunt lips to exhibit the pink folds inside. Her clit was now in full view yearning for attention. It was engorged, ready to be caressed or used. Her right finger positioned itself directly on it and began slow circular motions She lifted her hips and let them fall back on the bed with a creak of the bed. She repeated the movement, just slightly faster. The gentle continuous creaking of the stately bed was a reminder of the task Kyrhan had not finished or she had not let him finish. Kira index was terribly effective on her clit Kyrhan had not caressed in his haste. Her left hand went to her glorious breasts and began to knead them gently. She moaned now continuously and let the first screams erupt from her throat. She pinched her tits as she felt the first waves of pleasure rocking her belly. Her climax was stupendous having been postponed so long. She thrust up her hips and held them there. She screamed in utter bliss. When she found back her breath, A coy look at Kyrhan s cock told her that he was once more quite erect and hard. She lewdly placed a finger in her mouth and waited her husband s reaction. She did not wait more than a minute. He placed his shoulders under her knees and lifted her until only her arms and her head were in contact with the bed. Kira felt Kyrhan s cock touching her anus and knew immediately that he would now take the back passage he had had the privilege to deflower himself and was keeping for his own use. Even her French husband was not allowed to use it when she was in saree. That had not forbidden Kyrhan to offer it to Indian close friends. Apparently her bottom was for Indian cocks only. Kira s husband did not need to push very hard to penetrate her arse. Kyrhan has used that hole repeatedly since her deflowering, at least once a day and often more. She had prepared herself in the plane by applying copious volumes of KY jelly. Kyrhan just entered his knob inside her rectum and let her own weight impale her slowly. He even lifted her completely from the bed and made a few steps. Each one made him go half an inch deeper. When he was fully in, he began to bugger her seriously. She was screaming and spasming convulsively until they exploded together. This time she had let him win as in such a love war, it is as much pleasurable to win as to be defeated. She finally screamed : - Kyrhan, my Master. I love you. I will do everything you want. Just order and I will obey. - Kira, my pet. I love you, too. Before we continue our sweet talk, just note that you have an appointment with your friend the French Ambassador in two days and that I have booked a one week trip for both of us in Europe at the end of February. - Fantastic. It will remind me of our honeymoon trip, master. Where are we going to? - Italy. I want you to make me discover the Carnival of Venice. - Great. I went there several times with Dan. - Did you wear a mask,Êthen? - Yes, master. I was dressed as a marquise, a noble woman of the eighteenth century. I was wearing a specially made dress with very wide skirts and a very low cut top. Very sexy, I think. - Mmmh. I would like to see you in such attire. I may rape you on the spot. - You cannot rape me, master. I will always consent to anything from you. - Nevertheless, I will visit Dan around the middle of your next stay in France. You will pose for me. If I like it, I could organize a masked ball in our palace. I would have for you a dress fit for a queen. - It will have to wait for after my delivery, master. When I come back in India, I will start showing and that would ruin the shape of the dress. - You are right but if you cannot be a pretty marquise then, you could wear your belly dancing costume. The tummy is bare and it will be the perfect moment to formally announce your pregnancy. The French Ambassador just wanted to thank her for her participation as an interpret to discussions between India and France on several economical projects. - Princess, I wanted to thank you once more for your decisive participation. There were at least two occasions in the last conference that the official translators had misinterpreted the text and your interventions to correct them saved the day. - Nothing of importance. The mistake was quite simple to correct. It s just that the translators were not fully aware of some intricacies of the French language. - But you were! And you declined being paid for it, princess. - I could not ask for a fee from a foreign country and I always feel honored to work for my country. It has given me my husband and I don t ask for more. - A commendable thought but not so usual nowadays, it seems. We will look for a way to express our admiration for you. You radiated authority and no one got vocal during even the most difficult points of the discussion. You should work for peace conferences. I would recommend you. - Thank you for your good opinion of my quite small contribution. - Uhh. Would you mind if I had a rather personal undiplomatic question? - If I can answer it. - When I said that you radiated authority, I noted that you were literally glowing. Are youÉ - Bravo, Monsieur l ambassadeur! You are right. I am expecting twins. Prince Kyrhan should have at last the heirs he had been wishing for years in five months. I can tell you he is delighted and it s a gross understatement. - Receive all my congratulations and forward them to the Prince. Just don t advertise it. The prince wants to make it official when I will start showing. - I will keep it a secret, Princess. Kyrhan had booked a suite in the Danieli Hotel, surely the best hotel in Venice, just a few yards from the Piazza San Marco. The Danieli is a former palazzo (palace) of the fifteenth century with walls decorated with frescoes. Kira and her husband arrived in a motoscaphi (motor boat) just in front of the hotel on the wharf, twenty yards from the hotel entrance. Kira, as usual was wearing a navy blue saree with a rather thick fabric. Nothing to do with the flimsy silk veil she was usually wearing at home. She was sad when she saw in urban India so few women wearing the saree in the name of commodity. It had been one of her reason to live in Kyrhan s family palace located in rural surroundings where she could wear traditional clothes without attracting undue attention. The winter was still cold but much less it had been a month before in France. Kira had withstood the cold in France for a few minutes. She was pretty sure that she could withstand that milder weather for hours with a thicker saree. Kira had looked for the most suitable mask to wear. She had finally chosen a simple black velvet mask with music notes spread on the left cheek. Kyrhan would wear an outfit Kira had prepared just for him. Its appearance would match his grand father s official outfit one century ago but the fabric would be thicker and there would be a very warm lining. Her husband should not be cold but she thought that the same luxury was not necessary for her. She was just his consort, not a noble woman by birthÉ Kira was wearing for her first Carnival outing an orange saree with a matching saree and a rather heavy petticoat. They turned to the right toward the piazza San Marco. They climbed the steps of the small bridge where they could see the ponte del supiro (Sighs bridges) from the prison to the courts. Kyrhan and herself had to stop after every step to allow people to photograph them. She had been wise to inform Kyrhan because they had to wait ten minutes before the number of flashes began to dwindle and allowed them to walk further. Kira whispered to Kyrhan s ear: - We attracted a lot of photographs. They love such unusual outfit. - A very unusual feeling. These people look at my outfit but no one looks directly at meÉ - Just the other masked people will really look at your eyes. I agree with you it s weird but it has always turned me on. - Did Dan come with you here? - Yes, several times, master. - Did you wear a saree, then? - No, I was wearing a marquise outfit with crinoline under the dress. It was sexy but warm and Dan was wearing a Casanova outfit. It s a legendary lover. - I know. Will he come this yearÊ? - Maybe. I didn t tell him we would come. This month, I m totally yours, master. - And next month, you will be totally his, I assume. I would prefer you to keep a small place in your heart for your husband when he is far from you. - You are always the number one in my heart even when I am in France. Dan is less imaginative and less domineering than you are and for the time being at least, I love being submissive to my man. But hush, masked people are not expected to talk, just pretend it but we are not in India. You can touch me, kiss my hands or put your arms around my shoulders and nobody will object if you touch delicately my tummy or my breasts. - And what if some local Casanova tries to seduce you? I have seen several of these special masks with overdeveloped upper lips. - I will not be seduced on the plazza San Marco. It s too much overcrowded. I would like some quieter location. - Like what? - There is a masked ball in one of the private palazzo this evening. The palaces are superb and there are so many rooms. It would be easy to get lost and look for an empty bedroom. - And I want to keep you for myself - You will just have to dance all night with me or keep an eye on me all the time. - You would be unfaithful to me? - It s Carnival. Everything is allowed for ten days. Your duty is to prevent me from dallying. On my side, I will look for opportunities to spend a few minutes with some handsome Cavalliere. Women are so easily seducedÉ Kyrhan knew that Kira was teasing him once more. She was quite shrewd and would surely find a way to escape his scrutiny and she would easily find some young man eager to fuck a so pretty mature woman. She would not even try to hide the evidence and he would punish her quite severely for their mutual pleasure. But this time he has prepared a scheme to subdue her somewhat. The flashes accompanied steadily Kyrhan and Kira as they walked slowly under the Procuraties portico to the Florian coffee shop where tickets may be bought : two hundred dollars each, a rather stiff price that ensured that only wealthy people could attend. Kyrhan felt somewhat lost with so many people around him with no staff or bodyguards although he knew that such a crowd guaranteed his total anonymity. Kira had bought for him a bauta, a sort of hood covering his head except the face, a tricorno and a face mask with a long nose, a physician s mask. Not even Ranu nor his own mother would have recognized him. Kira looked happy and was dancing under the old portico. She stopped regularly when someone wanted to take pictures of her self. She mimed movements as if she was in conversation with Kyrhan or someone else. Many men asked to be photographed holding Kira in their arms. Most of them placed their hands on her exposed hip or tummy and she never objected. At least they were making her warmer. Some women clustered around Kyrhan whose wide shoulders attracted them. Kira thought that Dan s shoulders were even wider and she remembered that many Italian women wanted to be photographed in the arms of Casanova, especially if his cape partly concealed them. When she was arriving at the end of the portico near the San Marco basilica, a man suddenly came from behind a column. Instinctively, Kira lowered her eyes to her feet and froze. The man put the tip of a closed fan under her chin and forced her head up. Kyrhan did not know how to react. Kira looked straight in the eyes of the man with a haughty expression and discovered that he was wearing black spectacles. The man was as large as Dan but she did not recognize his usual Carnival outfit. A marquise in a red dress with a very low cut d?collet? was taking photographs. Before Kira had found something to tell the bad mannered man, he turned toward the red marquise, laughed merrily and got lost into the crowd. Kira had loved the incident but she forgot rapidly the couple who was nowhere to be seen. They took their dinner at the Monaco hotel, not far from the piazza San Marco just on the river of the Canale Grande. At nine PM, it was time to get to the party. When they had passed the gates, Kira and Kyrhan found themselves at the base of a monumental marble stair way. Kira presented her hand to Kyrhan who automatically placed his hand under hers. Even if he had never known the European Court habits, his reflexes of a long family of Princes had dictated him how to react. Kira was very proud of her husband. She had been so right to succumb so easily to his willÉ A big ornated door gave directly on the ball room and thence to a series of reception rooms nearly as crowded as the piazza Sn Marco at rush hours. Kira asked Kyrhan to fetch her a vodka with orange juices. She was sure that it would be enough to make her slightly tipsy but she wanted to be mad that night. While her husband was waiting to be served, she saw a man in a black outfit apparently eighteenth century inspires coming her way. The man wanted to start a conversation in English. She smiled to him, covering her mouth with her open fan and answered in Hindi. That puzzled the poor man. Kira took pity on him, she shrugged her shoulders and drew the man to the dance floor where she had heard the first notes of a square dancing she knew. The man was a very good dancer but Kyrhan was waiting at the edge of the dance floor with her vodka. She told Kyrhan in hindi to thank the man for his performance. - So you are already trying to seduce men here! - Not at all, that man tried to discuss with me. I wanted to discourage him by speaking in hindi but he just scraped his head. So I took him to the dance floor. - No need to justify. I will just exert my conjugal rights to obtain the next dance with you. - It will be my pleasure, masterÉ The dance was a waltz, one of the dances she usually kept for Kyrhan. While he made her turn so pleasantly, she saw the red marquise dress in a corner of the room. But, when the waltz finished, the woman had disappeared. Kira had not seen the man who was with the marquise but his clothes and even his mask were black, so she may have skipped him. She glanced at all the men in black but none looked like him. A joyful saraband was launched to force everyone to dance. Although they tried hard, Kira and Kyrhan got separated. As people joined the saraband, they got farther and farther apart until they could not see one another. The saraband explored all the reception rooms and the head where Kira was even explored a cubicle leading to the former staff apartments. The man who was following her steered her aside the saraband. Normally she would have balked being grossly manhandled but the man was so authoritative that her submissive tendencies sprung to the surface. - Don t turn back. I m your mistery lover and this night, you belong to me! - No, I m married, I can tÉ - Hush, It s Carnival time. No chastity vows are valid. Even the word chastity is obscene, here and you are too pretty to be spared a good fuck. Kira fought resolutely although she did not try to flee the room or scream for help. There were people in the next room who chatted quietly. A scream would have made them arrive immediately. Kira s mask fell to the floor. The man took the opportunity to kiss her on the lips, inserting his tongue in her mouth. She could have bitten him but she preferred have her own tongue dance with his. Kira stopped immediately fighting. She took the man in her arms and kissed him back, responding feverishly to his obvious passion. She realized that the man was wearing a black mask that left only his mouth accessible. She made full use of the opportunity. The man pushed her back until she felt the edge of a table behind her back. She herself lifted the hem of her saree and of her petticoat before lying on the table. The light of Venice came through the window panes directly on the table. The man could easily see that her cunt was knickerless and smoothly shaven. Minutes later, she was desperately searching for her breath while trying to quell her pleasure screams. She welcomed the man s caresses with her swooning cunt. When he began to finger her clit expertly, she crossed the edge with no more thought about her husband who was surely looking for her. When she climbed down from her cloud, she found him with his fly open, ready to fuck her. - No, Not without a condom, it s too riskyÉ - OK, slut, but you place the condom yourself on me. - OK, Uhhh, a strawberry flavored one. Do you prefer a blowjob or a fuck? - I will opt for a fuck then a blow, just to make me hard to fuck your ass! - No, not my ass! It s only for my husband. - Then you should have stayed with him? Now it s too lateÉ Kira was ready to fight the man to obey Kyrhan s orders. Unfortunately, the man s cock was already positioned ready to fill her cunt. He pushed in. Their short discussion and the imminent fucking she was desperately craving for had made her very wet, ready to be used for his enjoyment. His cock entered her as easily as if she had been warm butter. She gasped only when his pubic hair came into contact with her shaven cunt. He had impaled her straightforwardly with his nine inches cock. He remained frozen a minute as if he wanted to let her stretch to his respectable size. He was not sufficiently experienced to understand that if his weapon had penetrated her so easily, it was because her usual lovers had even bigger cocks and let her experience them several times a day. The stranger began his eternal back and forth sawing movement and she fucked him back to increase the friction. She clamped her cunt sphincter to squeeze him in then she released him just before clamping in again when he pushed in. It was a new exercise Kyrhan had asked her to practice. He had told her just to stop peeing in the middle, then resume several times. Kyrhan claimed that he would climax fae stronger that way. She had trained even in the plane, since. Kyrhan had just told her not to experiment it with Dan, for the moment. Ranu would have the first occasion with him. Kira was jealous of her friend but Kyrhan had reminded her that Dan never had the privilege of a first with Ranu. It could be the good moment to begin if he wanted to strengthen the bonds between Ranu and Dan. Kira felt soon the stranger cock getting even bigger. He stopped moving, savoring the moment he would spurt his seed. She finally heard him moan while she felt the condom filling and getting warm with his hot seed. It was something she seldom experienced then as for the last two years, she had been always fucked to be bred by both her husbands or when she was already pregnant. As Kyrhan had never used her as a whore, she only fucked trusted friends that she could service as nature had intended without any risks. Kira climaxed too as the man was sending his last spurts in the condom. Dan did not allow her to suck him. He clearly had an agenda for her. He quickly moved behind her. He bunched up her saree and her petticoat and quickly placed his hands on her fine ass cheeks. He pulled them aside to open her cleft and inserted his finger into her tight rose bud. Kira gasped at the attack and could not suppress a groan of pleasure at that violation. The man probed her deeply but he was not brutal at all. She could not find the strength to push him away. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them roughly. He pulled them down until they came in contact with a dusty table. She turned her head in his direction and he covered her mouth in a deep tongue licking kiss. He was the perfect Dominator and in his arms, she could be nothing but the perfect submissive. She had always loved to be completely dominated by men and especially by strangers. Another man entered the room. Kira did not even turn her head toward him. He could watch her being ass fucked, she did not care and when the man would have finished with her, he could have her himself. She wouldn t resist him. She told him to wait for his turn and he could take whatever hole he fancied. The man groaned an approval and remained in the dark shade near the door. The first man had now well prepared her arse hole. It was now gaping open, ready to admit the intruder that was already poking the entrance. The man guided the tip of his cock in alignment to her rectum. He pinched hard her right breast, making her scream. He took advantage of the opportunity he had just created to enter the first two or three inches. Kira gripped the knob of the intruder with her anal sphincter. The man groaned in pain but remained as hard as a log. She apologized meekly while relaxing her muscles. - Sorry, sir, It was just a reflex! As soon as her muscles had unclamped him, the man pushed in by two other inches. He was now halfway inside. He began to alternate push and pull minute movements. He also tried to have her relax by rubbing her clit with his right hand and her nipple with the other one. She began soon to moan desperately in need. - Go on, please, fuck me, fuck me harder, FUCK ME BASTARD! His teasing of her clit and nipples produced soon the desired effect and she opened herself totally to him. He roared when he felt he could not get deeper. He was so excited that he was not able to stay for a long time. He jerked off and filled once more his condom. Kira was haggard not having reached her second climax. The man put on in haste his clothes and left not even telling her goodbye, a true bastard. At least Kira had another man who could take his turn to try to satisfy her. She turned toward him and approached him on her knees. The man stopped her with his hand. - Wait. I will call my friendsÉ Dan, Ranu, you may come inÉ That voice, it was impossible. - Kyrhan, you are Kyrhan but it s impossible, you are not wearing the same maskÉ - You never thought that I may have exchanged it during the sarabandÉ - Oh my god! - Yes, you are right to be sorry. Ah Dan, you are here at last. I have seen this slut, your bitchy wife being fucked in the ass by a stranger nd she was not raped. She did not even try to tell him to stop. At least she had the sense to tell him to use a condom.. - May I point out that she is also YOUR wife, prince. At least, it is what is written on her papers. - That is not the problem. I had been quite specific : when you are wearing a saree, your butt hole is mine and mine only, isn t it so, bitch? - Yes master. I apologize. - Do you think that it would be enough. You made me a cuckold in front of my friends. You jilted me and above all you dsobeyed me!. I should have you thrown out of my palace, out of my life. - No, Master, you were there, you could have stopped it with just a word. - True but I wanted to find how far you would go. From now on, I will control you as closely as possible so you will not stray again. At least, if she was to be controlled, that implied that he would not divorce her. Somewhere it was a relief for her. - Take out all your clothes. I want you as naked as you were on the day of your birth. - I obey, master. - Lie on the desk, no on the belly. Let your arms and legs hanging. Dan do you have the ropes I have told you to bring? - Here they are, Prince. So, he had anticipated she would stray sometime during the Carnival. He had arranged the help of Dan and maybe Ranu. He was really the mastermind who had engineered all the events that have completely changed her life so far. She loved so much to be with such a superior man and she dearly thanked Dan for having allowed the scheme to developeven if she was to pay a hefty price for it tonight. Kyrhan had swiftly fastened her legs and arms to the legs of the desk. Kira could no more try to escape the fate Kyrhan had decided for her. She felt her quim becoming wetter and wetter, just with the thought of her helplessness. - Ranu, can you give me the implement I have told you to bring? - Just a second, uncle, it is looped under my belt. There? Heew It was like wearing a corset. It was so tight an unyielding. - A corset, a very good idea, my dear, I will have one made especially for Kira when she are through with her two pregnancies. Did you listen to it, my dear slut wife, you will have to buy special skirts or dresses when your waist will be reduced by two sizes and it will be just the beginning. I would love circling your waist with my two hands. A swishh resonated in the room. - Here is the implement for your punishment : a very pliant English rattan cane. Ranu was kind enough to travel to London to buy it. There is a big shop near the British Museum that proposes all kinds of whips and canes. This one is especially adequate to punish errand children and servants but this custom is fading but it can be also used for errand wives. So shall we begin? I would like to go back to the party. - Prince, you have not specified how many she is to receive. - I didn t specify a number. It will be Kira who decides she had had enough. She will just have to call stop and it will be over and cool to get a five minutes break. I will lay them rather hard - So she can stop it now. - She could but her punishment would have been forfeited. I will see the punishment settled after she had had at least six. Frankly I doubt she could reach twelve. Afterwards, she could gain back my respect at two dozens. She will count loudly each Kira clenched her teeth. Kyrhan had just fixed her goal for the night. She would do what was needed to be forgiven and more. - You see the interest of a cane as a punishment tool is that it causes intense suffering with no discomfort at all for me. With a sound spanking, my hand will hurt but in a few minutes, only your bottom will smart and it will smart a lot. Kira turned her head toward her husband. - Do whatever you want and do it now. Don t fret about it for one hour. I m dead afraid but the wait is far more difficult than the deed itself, I m sure of it, Go on, please, master: - This cane will teach you not to be so cockish. You will count them. I will deliver them by pairs remember your ordeal will be ended by the word STOP and you can have a small break if you say COOL, Understood? We have better to gag you somewhat. Ranu, do you have knickers on? - Yes, uncle. - Take them off and made a gag with it to silence Kira. Not this way stupid. The part that has gathered your juices must be in contact with her tongue. Please think a little about it! - But she will not be able to tell you to stop! - She just have to spit out her gag. Ready, Kira? Kira nodded. Kyhran lifted his right hand and brought down the first stroke. She screamed in her gag but it prodyced nothing but a barely audible moan. Kyrhan waited until she had calmed somewhat. A white line had appeared on her cheek that turned pink then red. Kira was gasping but did not try to spit out her gag. Her eyes were wide open, out of focus. Gradually the three observers saw her face change and express complete determination, dedication. She had a goal and nothing but death would stop her. Kyrhan tapped the cane a second time half an inch higher than the first red weal. Kira spit out her gag. Was she about to say stop? Kira glanced accusingly toward her husband and said TWO! with a defiant look. She might be submissive but she clearly was not fully tamed. Kyrhan reflected that this unusual contrast was the reason of the fine chemistry between them. There were now two parallel red stripes on her bottom. Kira opened her mouth to be gagged again. Kyrhan retirned swiftly to his position. Kira clenched her fists. The next two strokes were received in total silence. Ranu took out the gag. Kira just announced : FOUR! Maybe her eyes were a little watery but clearly Kira was not defeated. She was still not when she annouced : SIX. Ranu stepped in - Kira, you reached six, you may stop it now. Your bottom is awful. There are six angry weals, please stop it now! Kira smiled to her friend but she turned toward her husband who was beginning to sweat profusely. - Continue, master. Ranu silently pushed back the gag but she left her hand on Kira s in comfort. The hands of the two women clasped together. At ten, kyrhan paused once more. The first weals were turning purple. - How can you so brutal with her, uncle Kyrhan. She is your wife, I know you love her. She is pregnant from your seed and yet. - Put a finger in her quim. You will understand, Ranu. Ranu s finger entered a furnace. Kira was not wet, not dripping, just a liquid hole. She moaned when Ranu took out her finger. - You have seen! She can stop any time and tonight incident will be forgotten but she wants more. Leave her at it. A sound thrashing of her bottom will not endanger her babies. Kira placed her left cheek on Ranu s hand for comfort. Kyrhan resumed his place and lifted the cane once more. He had expected that she would break at twelve but she had not yielded at twenty. There was not an untouched zone on her bottom. Kyrhan would not strike twice at the same place for fear of damaging the skin. He aimed the cane to the top of her thighs. He knew that the pain would be even worse. He decided to shorten the torture he was inflicting on his wife. He really hated to inflict so much pain on her. The only problem was that she was clearly keen to be severely punished on occasions. The next four strokes were applied with all the strength that Kyrhan could find. At last Kira let tears flow from her eyes, her face changed from tortured to utter bliss, her hand nearly squeezed Ranu s. She was having a shattering climax, just from being beaten in front of both her husbands and her niece, here in a dusty forgotten room in a Venetian palazzo of a forgotten age. Kyrhan had left the cane fall to the floor. He placeproudly d his hand on Kira s shoulder. Kira opened her eyes and we a weary sigh announced - TWENTY FOUR! You may go on, Master - No, I will stop here. You have had enough for today. You were courageous, Kira, my dear wife. You are completely forgiven. Let me unbind you but wait a few minutes to recover before standing up. You might fall down. As soon as she was freed from her restraints, Kira embraced her Indian husband. - Oh Kyrhan, you are the cruellest man I ever met by far but you are also the one who best understands my needs. I love you! Kira just remembered that Dan, her French husband was there too. He would have reason to be jealous. - Dan. just don t be jealous with Kyrhan. I love you too but you are my relief, my comfort, the man with whom I look for rescue when Kyrhan asks too much from me Ranu went to fetch some water to cool her aching buttocks. When she came back Kira had her arms circling both her husbands, Kyrhan on her right and Dan on her left. They were exchanging smal talk and loving words - It was terrible for me, It was really hurting me when I saw the weals on your buttocks and I was adding still a few more but I felt that you needed it. - Yes, master I needed a good thrashing to redeem myself in your eyes. Forgive me for having caused you so much grief. -Kira,We won t talk about it. Back to our usual discussion. I love how you were marvelous naked on the desk. It s how I want you to be from now on whenever you re with me, I want you naked and available. - Even in your palace? - Especially in the palace. When I will be at home, I want you to tell all the staff to quit the premises and as soon as we are alone, to disrobe completely. There will not even need to have a seat for you. Either you will serve me food or drink, dance for my pleasure or reclne on my lap and I will feed you myself from my plate : service reduced to the best part. Kira stood before him and adopted the most submissive pose she could imagine : her eyes downcast watching his feet, her head bowed, her hands clasped in her back, on her knees in front of him with legs and feet wide spread and her lips parted around her gaping mouth to show her total readiness. She nodded her assent. - And you will offer Dan the same tretment when you are alone with him. Ranu, You will have the choice : either naked as Kira, a slave to Dan s needs or clothed as a mistress to be served by Kira too. I suggest you alternate. As soon as Kira was steady on her legs, she put on her saree and they went back to the party. Kira had no occasion to sit down and her smarting buttocks would have prevented her to do so. She was exhausted but it was a demonstration of sheer will when she waited for Kyrhan signal to leave for their hotel. She kissed Dan and Ranu on the lips with a very loving embrace. Kyrhan had to steady her on the way to the hotel. The cold air was very pleasant on her still smarting ass cheeks. The next days were much quieter with walks under the procuracies porticos to get photographed (she was aplenty either alone or with Kyrhan, Dan or Ranu) and visits to the best museums in Venice : Accademia, Ca Rezzonico, Ca d oro. The last days they were together in hir hotel suite, Kyrhan produced three parcels, one for each of them, the biggest was for Kira. - I have found this small thing in a very secluded shop here. Something quite in line with Venice history. i would like Kira to wear it immediately. I fear that she will need to put it in her wallet to pass the customs as it is metallic but she will put it back on immediately after. Kira opened the parcel and watched at its content in disbelief. - Kyrhan, master what is it? Don t tell me it s. - Yes it is, my pet : a real chastity belt in metal that can be locked for sure. It s meant to allow you to wash yourself and eliminate your wastes without taking it out. You could stay with it fot months but I doubt that you will keep it on a whole day. you see, there is a grid you will pee through and sharp cutting blades arond your butt hole. you could still be ass fucked but I would advise your suitor to wear a good steel condom. - And you alone will have the key! - You are fearing that I want to keep you tomyself even when you are in France with Dan, No, pet. I have three keys made : one for myself, one for Dan and one for Ranu. The three of us will be the only ones to guard your chastity. If none of us allow it, you will be denied to receive or give pleasure but with your tits and mouth. You have better to be fully obedient from now on. - I will, master. Kira flew back to India wearing the chastity belt and was proud that Kyrhan had valued her chastity so high. Her cunt was sopping wet. She had to put on a paper towel not to stain her seat with her love juices. She just hoped that they would often go to the toilets together. * The next instalment (Kira and Swapna) will close this cycle with the delivery of the first babies of Kyrhan. I am planning other adventures for Kira but may be in other places where she can wear a saree in the street without attracting too much attention. Fortunately there are many Indian groups disseminated in the world. Thank you for the positive comments and sorry for those who sent me hate comments (they should not have read my text if they don t likeit ). If you want to meet Kira (in a story), you may send me all the details to describe your character and what kind of relations you would like for him with Kira (Kyrhan and Dan are desperately straight) or her (with Kira, Dan or Kyrham). Ideas for new adventures are welcome. 3149 1.34/512345