Rustic Love Stories From Rural India
4 “You’ve been a good little cunt, so you have earned a reward. I’m sure you’re hungry so eat up.”
I stared at the liquid with suspicion. Once he got his fill of my display, he turned back to the whiteboard and wrote down new rules for me. Try again please.”
I stared at the bowl through half shut eyes. I reluctantly adjusted my body, feeling my spine go into a deep arch, my firm rear pointed up and my stiff pink nipples were tickled by the green fibers of the rug as I lowered myself. My legs went completely numb and my arms burned as I struggled to keep my hands on my bare breasts. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” escaped my lips as I continued to lap up the delicious broth until the bowl was dry and my pink tongue was sliding over the smooth metal in the hope of finding a few errant droplets. The Cunt will never speak unless spoken to. “The Cunt will maintain its
