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It was about 30 minutes drive with madam Nadeesha. We passed number of by roads so I lost the track. The car halt at a big house with high walls surrounding. "Gihin geettuwa arinna (open the gate)" I quickly stepped out and open the gate. The gate was very huge and heavy. My madam drew the car inside and parked, I stepped close to her car. I am so exited, got closer to my madam, I felt like a small kitten.
My madam's mother came out. She got a smile seeing me. "Onna mama ekka awa... (here I brought her)". They started talking about some business matters and I was waiting a side not listening to anything but just fantasizing. They finished their talk and I saw my madam went to her car and drew out.. "Kelle geettuwa wahala enna (girl close the gate and come)" I did close it and returned to the main door.... she started closing it without me taking in.. "pitipassen ... (from rare side)". In this part of the word usually servants are not suppose to use main door of the house. Its clear to me, she is going to treat me not more than a house servant.
I went to the rare side of the house and entered from a small door .. there she was waiting for me.. I removed my shoes.. "othana sereppu thiyanne na.. gihin eliye kohehari thiyala enna... mage gedara weda karanna widiyak thiyenawa... (don;t keep shoes there.. keep it somewhere outside... there is a way you have to work in my house)"... I was afraid of her command... went outside and kept my shoes there ... but.. I just realize.. I forget to take my handbag from my madam's car... oh.. I have everything there.. my money.. identity cards... and everything... how can I go back.. will my madam's mother give me some money to go home.. ?
I returned. "Mohada mechchrawela kale (what were you taking time)"... "mathaka thiyagann mage weda karaddi vinadiyakwath naasthi karanna be (remember when you do my work you can waste a single minute)".. I was afraid about me upsetting her. "Sory madam ... mata dan mathakune mage hand bag eka Nadeesha madamge kar eke.. (Sorry ma'am... I left my hand bag in madam Nadeesha's car..)" ... madam showed a dissatisfied mood and hold by my left ear and dragged me forward. That hurts, I felt like a school girl. I never got beaten or hurt by anyone after my school age. She dragged me to the kitchen area. Through the pain in my ear I saw Madam's kitchen is huge and well maintained. I never saw something like that before. That has lot of cooking equipments and lot more.
She released my ear. "Mulinma igenagann one amuththanta sangraha karana widiya (you first have to learn how to serve visitors)"... she went to sit in an armchair while giving me orders. She put her right leg over the left. I can now see her legs up to thighs. She got nice pare of legs. And more than that I can see her white clean feet from her dangling wool flappers, but her toes are still covered. Her look took me to a different world, I started getting a feeling me is nothing more than an obedient servant who should do every whim of this divine goddess. "Thee ekak hadanna balanna (see how you make a cup of tea)" ...There I saw a metal kettle. I started filling water into, "Oya mokadda karanne (what are you doing)" ... she stood up and came to me and again queses my left ear. "Kee denekutada thee hadanne... kethaleta wathura menalay daanna one (for how many are you making ... measure from the cup)" I took a cup and measure and put it on the cooker.
Next.. "hari den gihin ara frig eke thiyena cake eka ganna (go and take the cake from the refrigerator ) ".. I took it and put it on the table to cut. "Moody (idiot)" she screamed... and hit on my head... "wedak patan ganna kaling athahodan nedda? (don;t you wash your hands first)" Though it hurts, I realized my mistake. I was silently thanking her for that. I started to cut the cake in pieces. She again slapped me. I know I must have done another mistake. "Oya okkoma mokatada? (why all?)"... "Ekkenekuta serv karanne 1 y (only one is served per person"... "ofis waladi denne persenalais servis ekak (you are suppose to give a personalized services at office)" I placed the piece into a small dish and kept a paper serviette aside. Madam saw it and say "gud.. (good)" I was happy ... she is not that bad.
Now the water is boiling... I pore water into a cup and put a tea bag inside.. she show me the small cup of sugar.. I kept it on the tray and wend to madam's seat.. she is not so upset about my skills.. "hondai (good)" .. I stepped back and thought of doing the cleaning. "koheda yanne (where are you going)"... "ges ta serv karapu gaman ethanin yanne na (you are not suppose to leave the geues as soon as you server)" ... "Poddak wela ethana innna one gest ok da kiyala (you must wait a little until the guest ok with food you serve)" ... "ges ta adi keepayak mehain .. ges wa pena nopenena ganin bima balagena inna one (few steps aside.. looking at the floor)".. I followed her instructions.. I started feeling happy and my pussy too..
While she is finishing her treat.. I move to put the cake inside the fridge again.. I unknowingly scratch my head.. madam saw this and she was suddenly pissed ... "mokadda oya karann booru wade? (what are you doing silly gir?" ... she slapped me hard.. it hurt very much this time.. I was unbalanced and fall to the floor. The icing spread all over my top jacket... and fell some on floor as well. "umba danaganna one mage paarawal walata kelin inna (you should learn to stay stand on my shots)" ..I am so frighteningly stay on the floor waiting to see what my madam do next ..."umbata honda vidiyak thiyenawa kiyala denna (I have a good way to teach you)" ... she removed her wool flapper and took some icing from her feet from the floor... I am still flat on the floor... I can't think anything... I don;t know why... madam brought her feet to my face.. "lewa kaapan mage yatipathula (lick my feet)" I just started from her toes... the icing is tasty ... but having her feet in my mouth gave me a very different feeling ... I fee like I am degraded to the level maximum... but being under a dominant women like this give me a small tickling in my pussy... I got an urge to clean her feet and wipe all icing from my tong. her dark painted toes were very nice.. I wish I could lick them for long... I can;t remember how much time I spent enjoying under her feet.. she finally took her feet away from my face.. and just casually checked everything is removed. I felt proud my foot clearning job.
"oya anduma galawala hodala dannawa (remove your top jacket and wash it)" she directed me to the wash room. I removed it and washed it.. but now how can I move out a blouse? I have only my brassiere on.. I was waiting inside the wash room . "Dan gona wage othanata wela innawada weelenakal? (are you waiting there till it get dry. silly?)" .. "eliyata avilla oka daanawa ara kussiye thiyena podi putuwa udin (come out and put it over that small chair in the kitchen)" ... I could not disobey her anymore.. I went to the kitchen and came back to meet my madam.. she had turned on the TV and comfortably sitting on a sofa.. "avilla wadi venawa methining (come and sit here") she is pointing to the floor at her feet.. I sat their like a kitten and waiting for her next command.. She put her feet on the foot stool and asked me to give a foot message.. now this is too much for my job.. but my pussy is extremely happy to do whatever this goddess pleases.
Servicing a goddess foot .. half naked.. I don;t know where I am heading to... I can't stop enjoying this... the joy was too well and I did not realize my madam Nadeesha is back at home and watching us...
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Event Model - Part I
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I am 26 unmarried women. I got my submissive feelings from the age I can remember. I always wanted to be dominated and punished by others. I first liked to married men but later, from about 7 or 8 years back, I started to like to be owned and punished by ladies too. When you say ladies, I particularly like to be owned by old women. Because I know they have lot of experience in life and they know how to get use of a slave very effectively.
I am working at an event management company located in Bambalapitiya. The place is owned by my owner Madam Priyani. My role is to serve madam's expensive events as a model. It is not usual cover page modeling. That involves lot of nudity or half-nudity, bondage, public sex etc... My 5' 5" height 25" west large chest with D cups and rounded full butt is a result of regular exercises imposed by my madam.
Latest event was a dinner for the directors of a casino night club chain. The event is organized at a private garden in Koll'pity. I was taken to the place by my madam's van. It was a big palace like place with a big garden with a mini pool. Time was around 3.00 p.m. We had 4 in the van including madam and her personal driver. My madam used to accompany a lady who work as a senior organizer in her staff. Her name is madam Natasha. My madam's has set rule that Natasha has equal rights over me. Which means, although I am solely owned by my madam Priyani, I should always follow any order from madam Natasha as well. She is in her mid 40's, fair skin, 5'9" tall, wears mini skirts with always above 4" heels.
On arrival to the place the lady of the house warmly welcome my madam with a hug and followed by madam Natasha. My madam gave me the signal to come out from the van. I was preparing for this event from yesterday. I was not provided with solid food from yesterday morning. Madam used some special scrubber all over my body. And she did not allow me to walk out from my home cell and entire day from yesterday until I got on to the van today. I am wearing a off white robe with special marbles. It just barely cover my hard nipples from top and just about an inch covering my labia. There were around 5 people I could see doing the party arrangements. They got wide eyed at seeing me and I gave a quite a show to them. But this is not a big deal for me now. I have been in nude or semi-nude in places for my madam before. I was first taken to a room. Madam instructed me to go to the bath tub directly. It was already filled with water. Actually its not only water it had some chemicals to make sure my skin is hygienic. After getting cleaned, I was straightaway directed for the enema treat. I already had 7 enema's from yesterday morning and I was hoping this will be the last.
From thereafter I was never allowed to step on the floor. I kept on top of a special trolley. The trolley was rolled to the main area of the room and madam Natasha started doing makeups for me. I was fully naked. The lady of the house time to time came into the room and check the progress. She was happy what she going to get for her money spent. At around 5.30 p.m the trolley was taken to the open garden and close the a special wide wooden table. There was a fat spike at middle about 4" tall. I instantly realize the purpose. I was instructed to get on to the wooden table and take the fat dildo like spike inserted to my anal. My madam gives me anal penetration practices everyday so it wasn't so hard to get it fully inserted inside me. Anyways even if it is hard, I anyhow do it because I don;t want to embarrass my madam in front of her clients. Madam instructed me to lay down on the table. It is not easy to lay down with a fix vertical dildo inside. But I have to do it so I did, however it made a good arch in my back. I am sure that will make a very sexy pose. I felt proud of my madam. She knows how to make things sexy.
With this start I could feel my sex is getting wet. I was completely shaved so my juice made a glistening view. My arms were placed inside my back arch and arms were kept very closer. Few transparent plastic strips were brought in. They quickly placed on top of each elbow and reverted to the table. My legs were parted about 1 feet and the plastic strips were reverted there as well. I am now totally immobilized on the table. I am going to make a fine sushi table. Two ladies were talking to each other and decided to place one around my neck too. They had a reason for that. This part of the world the sex is so powerful so people who come to food table will definitely will touch squeeze and do whatever they feel doing to me. If I am not bound to the table properly I might try to struggle and ruin the dinner table. I was silently thankful for my madam's wise idea.
One by one food came in. My madam and madam Natasha nicely placed them around me and on top of my body. There was another concern came from my madam. She was worried if I wiggle my head. Madam Natasha had a bright idea. I already have enough piercings in my ear lobes. They attached small silver color chains to my ears and they were fixed to the table. I now can't move my head to any side. and they did the same to my feet. Silver color chains were attached to each toe and they were dragged to point my feet and chains were bundled and fixed to the table. It made a super sexy view on the table. My long hair was spread on the top part of the table to a half circle. Silver dust was added to my hair. Sunflower oil was rubbed all over my body. I am making an angelic view now. The food is placed in a way people can't see how tightly I am bound to the table. They see like I am just keeping the pose for the event. I can certainly do the job without bindings but if someone make an unbareable pain, I might lose the control. My madam simply did not want to take that risk. I think she is right. She is always right about me.
Half cooked vegetables were placed on my body making fine and attractive design. Spread cheese was circled around my each nipple. took out a open gag. It just keep open the mouth by its frame placed just behind the teeth.Nothing visible to outside. It can be removed only by a special tool. I felt very uncomfortable with that. I am totally bound and helpless and now I even can't speak. But after about few minutes I realize why my madam did this. I am not suppose to speak at this event and my dis-comfort is not a concern for the people who sponsor this event. In fact they want to see the most elegant dinner table they ever saw. By now I started getting some pains due to the long stay of this difficult pose. The event is not yet start even. My madam brought a big red apple and placed on my mouth. With that the table is now complete.
A curtain was drawn at the front (the side facing the mansion). After about 30 minutes time (around 7.30 p.m.I guess) I could hear one by one visitors are coming to the dinner area. They don't clearly see what is behind silk curtain. They could see it is the dinner table with some food bawls. But I am sure no one knows there is a women on the table for their entertainment. The crowd got bigger around 15. Both men and women equal I guess. I could hear some music. There were two young dancing girls with very sexy and revealing dress entertaining the crowd with a traditional dance. I know they are from a dancing group where my madam regularly hire girls for dancing activities in her events.
Around 8 o'clock, my madam Natasha came behind the curtain and light some candles here and there on the table. She went and the lady of the house very proudly start announcing the dinner is ready for her guest... the music changed.. and the two dancing girls came close to the curtain.. and start pulling the curtain apart....
I am ready to make the show.. I determined to make my madam proud. ..
This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in Sri Lanka are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments. more...
I am 26 unmarried women. I got my submissive feelings from the age I can remember. I always wanted to be dominated and punished by others. I first liked to married men but later, from about 7 or 8 years back, I started to like to be owned and punished by ladies too. When you say ladies, I particularly like to be owned by old women. Because I know they have lot of experience in life and they know how to get use of a slave very effectively.
I am working at an event management company located in Bambalapitiya. The place is owned by my owner Madam Priyani. My role is to serve madam's expensive events as a model. It is not usual cover page modeling. That involves lot of nudity or half-nudity, bondage, public sex etc... My 5' 5" height 25" west large chest with D cups and rounded full butt is a result of regular exercises imposed by my madam.
Latest event was a dinner for the directors of a casino night club chain. The event is organized at a private garden in Koll'pity. I was taken to the place by my madam's van. It was a big palace like place with a big garden with a mini pool. Time was around 3.00 p.m. We had 4 in the van including madam and her personal driver. My madam used to accompany a lady who work as a senior organizer in her staff. Her name is madam Natasha. My madam's has set rule that Natasha has equal rights over me. Which means, although I am solely owned by my madam Priyani, I should always follow any order from madam Natasha as well. She is in her mid 40's, fair skin, 5'9" tall, wears mini skirts with always above 4" heels.
On arrival to the place the lady of the house warmly welcome my madam with a hug and followed by madam Natasha. My madam gave me the signal to come out from the van. I was preparing for this event from yesterday. I was not provided with solid food from yesterday morning. Madam used some special scrubber all over my body. And she did not allow me to walk out from my home cell and entire day from yesterday until I got on to the van today. I am wearing a off white robe with special marbles. It just barely cover my hard nipples from top and just about an inch covering my labia. There were around 5 people I could see doing the party arrangements. They got wide eyed at seeing me and I gave a quite a show to them. But this is not a big deal for me now. I have been in nude or semi-nude in places for my madam before. I was first taken to a room. Madam instructed me to go to the bath tub directly. It was already filled with water. Actually its not only water it had some chemicals to make sure my skin is hygienic. After getting cleaned, I was straightaway directed for the enema treat. I already had 7 enema's from yesterday morning and I was hoping this will be the last.
From thereafter I was never allowed to step on the floor. I kept on top of a special trolley. The trolley was rolled to the main area of the room and madam Natasha started doing makeups for me. I was fully naked. The lady of the house time to time came into the room and check the progress. She was happy what she going to get for her money spent. At around 5.30 p.m the trolley was taken to the open garden and close the a special wide wooden table. There was a fat spike at middle about 4" tall. I instantly realize the purpose. I was instructed to get on to the wooden table and take the fat dildo like spike inserted to my anal. My madam gives me anal penetration practices everyday so it wasn't so hard to get it fully inserted inside me. Anyways even if it is hard, I anyhow do it because I don;t want to embarrass my madam in front of her clients. Madam instructed me to lay down on the table. It is not easy to lay down with a fix vertical dildo inside. But I have to do it so I did, however it made a good arch in my back. I am sure that will make a very sexy pose. I felt proud of my madam. She knows how to make things sexy.
With this start I could feel my sex is getting wet. I was completely shaved so my juice made a glistening view. My arms were placed inside my back arch and arms were kept very closer. Few transparent plastic strips were brought in. They quickly placed on top of each elbow and reverted to the table. My legs were parted about 1 feet and the plastic strips were reverted there as well. I am now totally immobilized on the table. I am going to make a fine sushi table. Two ladies were talking to each other and decided to place one around my neck too. They had a reason for that. This part of the world the sex is so powerful so people who come to food table will definitely will touch squeeze and do whatever they feel doing to me. If I am not bound to the table properly I might try to struggle and ruin the dinner table. I was silently thankful for my madam's wise idea.
One by one food came in. My madam and madam Natasha nicely placed them around me and on top of my body. There was another concern came from my madam. She was worried if I wiggle my head. Madam Natasha had a bright idea. I already have enough piercings in my ear lobes. They attached small silver color chains to my ears and they were fixed to the table. I now can't move my head to any side. and they did the same to my feet. Silver color chains were attached to each toe and they were dragged to point my feet and chains were bundled and fixed to the table. It made a super sexy view on the table. My long hair was spread on the top part of the table to a half circle. Silver dust was added to my hair. Sunflower oil was rubbed all over my body. I am making an angelic view now. The food is placed in a way people can't see how tightly I am bound to the table. They see like I am just keeping the pose for the event. I can certainly do the job without bindings but if someone make an unbareable pain, I might lose the control. My madam simply did not want to take that risk. I think she is right. She is always right about me.
Half cooked vegetables were placed on my body making fine and attractive design. Spread cheese was circled around my each nipple. took out a open gag. It just keep open the mouth by its frame placed just behind the teeth.Nothing visible to outside. It can be removed only by a special tool. I felt very uncomfortable with that. I am totally bound and helpless and now I even can't speak. But after about few minutes I realize why my madam did this. I am not suppose to speak at this event and my dis-comfort is not a concern for the people who sponsor this event. In fact they want to see the most elegant dinner table they ever saw. By now I started getting some pains due to the long stay of this difficult pose. The event is not yet start even. My madam brought a big red apple and placed on my mouth. With that the table is now complete.
A curtain was drawn at the front (the side facing the mansion). After about 30 minutes time (around 7.30 p.m.I guess) I could hear one by one visitors are coming to the dinner area. They don't clearly see what is behind silk curtain. They could see it is the dinner table with some food bawls. But I am sure no one knows there is a women on the table for their entertainment. The crowd got bigger around 15. Both men and women equal I guess. I could hear some music. There were two young dancing girls with very sexy and revealing dress entertaining the crowd with a traditional dance. I know they are from a dancing group where my madam regularly hire girls for dancing activities in her events.
Around 8 o'clock, my madam Natasha came behind the curtain and light some candles here and there on the table. She went and the lady of the house very proudly start announcing the dinner is ready for her guest... the music changed.. and the two dancing girls came close to the curtain.. and start pulling the curtain apart....
I am ready to make the show.. I determined to make my madam proud. ..
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Private Servant - Part I
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This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in Sri Lanka are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments. more...
Mama upanne 1976, warakapolo. Mage demaapiyo godak duppath e nisaa api 6 denek inna pawule godak aga hinga kam thibuna. Amma kale pohosath ayage gewal wala wadata udaw karapu eka. Mage thaatha pawulata barak wela hitiye. Eya godak bonawa. me okkoma nisaa ape pawula godak ikmanata wen una. Loku akka kollek ekka penala giya. Ayyala denna rassawal walata dura palath walata giya. Den e gollo apith ekka kisi sambandayak ne.
Amma puruduwela hitiya tawumata kittu pohosath gederaka weda karanna. Udeta yanawa hawasata enawa.. samahara dawas walata godak raa wenawa. eka nisaa amma maawath ekkaragena yanawa puluwan hama welawema.. mee athare mage thaaththa asaneepa una.. eka thana wage.. gera wiyadamata aadaayamak oone nisaa amma porondu una maawa digatama gedara wedata ewanna... mamath kemathi una... e wenakota mata wayasa 16k withara ethi...
e gedara hitiye nonay mahattayay lamai dennai.mahattayara wayasa 55k withara ethi. mahattaya weda kale private compani ekaka niladariyek hetiyata. noonata wayasa 50k withara ethi.. noona weda karanne bankuwaka.. lamay denna giye colamba isskola walata.. e gollo hitiye noonage hondama yaaluwekuge gedara newathila... mahhattaya godak welawata raa wenawa gedara enna... mata karanna thibune ithin noona kiyana weda thamay... noonata hondata salli thiyena nisaa eya lassana wenna godak viyadam karanawa... noona atthatama lassani..gaanata annge mahatha... loku passak thiyenawa... konnde bandinne bole wage udata.. es harima lassanai habay muhune hama thissema loku adambara kamak thiyenawa... kamak neha .. aadambara wenna puluwan kenek thamai noona...mage nama Maali unata noona mata kathakaranne maala kiyala...
noona godak sarai... e unata mama weda kale sathutin.. mama hema thissema hithuwe noona baninne gahanne mage hondata kiyala... mama hemadaama ude hayata noonage kussiye dora gaawa inna oone... noona 6ta dora arinawa...mata thiyenne noonatay mahattayatay thee hadagena noonai mahattayay gawata geniyanna... e denna udeta patthare balawana isthoppuwe.. mage amma noonata iwuwata mata thaama noona uyanna denne ne.. eka nisaa mama ge askarann patann ganna wa.. e athare noona kama hadala mahattayata denawa wedeta yanna... noonata hariyata pirisidukama oone.. ahumuluwala kunu thibunoth iwarai.. noonagen tokkak kaawama hariyata ridenawa.. amma mata kiyala thiyenne noonagen tokkak kaawoth edata naanna epa kiyala.. etharamata sarata gahanawa noona... habey noonage tokkata pinsidda wenna mama weda honndata purudu una..
Dawasak noona ude kaama kanawa saale putuwak indan... noona mata eka paaratama katha kala.. "Mala.. ummba ada kussiya hariyata athugewada?" mama bayen bayen kiwwa "Ow noona, mama athugewa"..noona mage diha balala kiwwa "balapan ethakota mage me yatipathule kunu gewila thiyenne kohomada kiyala".. mama noonage kakul deka dihath.. yatipathul dihath baluwa.. noona hitiye kakulak pita kakulak dala.. yatipathula hondata peenawa... noonage kakul sudu nisa.. kunu poddak gewunath kapila peanawa.. "Mokada balan inne, umbata penawada kunu gaawila thiyenawa?" mata mage weredda theruna.. mata den hondama bayay... noonata ada kenthiya wediy wage.. "mage putuwa gaawa waren" mama hemin ethanata giya "dan danna gahapan... ada mama umbata hondata ugannannam"... mata mokuth kara ganna beriwa ethana hitagena hitiya... noona mage wam thane mirikala allala pahalata thallu kara.. mata kee gahuna.. "mokada umba kee gahann?.. ummbe kate sara pennanada?.. arapan kata... " mata ibetama kata aruna.. "ththuuh.." noona mage katata kela paarak gahuwa... "ha.. dan rasa balapan .. aye keegahuwoth ehema mama kela paarak newe ummbe kate danne".. mama noonage kela gilla... amuthu seethalak thibuna noonage kela wala... mata hirikithayak danune ne.. samahara wita bayata wenna ethi.. nathnam mage hitha athule noonata thibuna gawurawaya nisaa wenna ethi.. mata thibune asarana wechcha sathek noonage lassana kakul yatipathul langa pihita soyanawa wage hangeemak.. mage anga athulen amuthuma hengeemak thamai awe.. mage kakul deka medden mata thethay wage danuna.. noona mage diga konden allala mage moona eyage yatipatulu athilluwa.. "ummbata hariyata athu gaanna barinam.. diwen mage kakule kunu ain karapan" .. mata wena karaan deyak thibune naa.. mama hemin hemin noonage yatpathula lewa kaawa.. mage diwata amuthuma rasak awe.. mata pissuda kiyala hithuna.. e unata mama unanduwen noonage yatiathula lewakala sudda kala.. sudu wechcha yatipathula dekkama mata hari sathutak danuna.. noona tikakin balala kata kone hinawak ekka mehema kiwwa.. "umbata kossata wediya diwa puruduy wage.."
Noonage tharaha niwanna puluwan una eka gena mata sathutak awa... ada mama denagaththa noonage yatipathulwala rasa... mata ayeth ehema karaan hithuna.. welawakata mata hithuna mata pissu hadeegena enawa kiyala...
Noona maawa wenas gahaniyak karapu widiya thawa idiriyedi kiyannam...
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Mama upanne 1976, warakapolo. Mage demaapiyo godak duppath e nisaa api 6 denek inna pawule godak aga hinga kam thibuna. Amma kale pohosath ayage gewal wala wadata udaw karapu eka. Mage thaatha pawulata barak wela hitiye. Eya godak bonawa. me okkoma nisaa ape pawula godak ikmanata wen una. Loku akka kollek ekka penala giya. Ayyala denna rassawal walata dura palath walata giya. Den e gollo apith ekka kisi sambandayak ne.
Amma puruduwela hitiya tawumata kittu pohosath gederaka weda karanna. Udeta yanawa hawasata enawa.. samahara dawas walata godak raa wenawa. eka nisaa amma maawath ekkaragena yanawa puluwan hama welawema.. mee athare mage thaaththa asaneepa una.. eka thana wage.. gera wiyadamata aadaayamak oone nisaa amma porondu una maawa digatama gedara wedata ewanna... mamath kemathi una... e wenakota mata wayasa 16k withara ethi...
e gedara hitiye nonay mahattayay lamai dennai.mahattayara wayasa 55k withara ethi. mahattaya weda kale private compani ekaka niladariyek hetiyata. noonata wayasa 50k withara ethi.. noona weda karanne bankuwaka.. lamay denna giye colamba isskola walata.. e gollo hitiye noonage hondama yaaluwekuge gedara newathila... mahhattaya godak welawata raa wenawa gedara enna... mata karanna thibune ithin noona kiyana weda thamay... noonata hondata salli thiyena nisaa eya lassana wenna godak viyadam karanawa... noona atthatama lassani..gaanata annge mahatha... loku passak thiyenawa... konnde bandinne bole wage udata.. es harima lassanai habay muhune hama thissema loku adambara kamak thiyenawa... kamak neha .. aadambara wenna puluwan kenek thamai noona...mage nama Maali unata noona mata kathakaranne maala kiyala...
noona godak sarai... e unata mama weda kale sathutin.. mama hema thissema hithuwe noona baninne gahanne mage hondata kiyala... mama hemadaama ude hayata noonage kussiye dora gaawa inna oone... noona 6ta dora arinawa...mata thiyenne noonatay mahattayatay thee hadagena noonai mahattayay gawata geniyanna... e denna udeta patthare balawana isthoppuwe.. mage amma noonata iwuwata mata thaama noona uyanna denne ne.. eka nisaa mama ge askarann patann ganna wa.. e athare noona kama hadala mahattayata denawa wedeta yanna... noonata hariyata pirisidukama oone.. ahumuluwala kunu thibunoth iwarai.. noonagen tokkak kaawama hariyata ridenawa.. amma mata kiyala thiyenne noonagen tokkak kaawoth edata naanna epa kiyala.. etharamata sarata gahanawa noona... habey noonage tokkata pinsidda wenna mama weda honndata purudu una..
Dawasak noona ude kaama kanawa saale putuwak indan... noona mata eka paaratama katha kala.. "Mala.. ummba ada kussiya hariyata athugewada?" mama bayen bayen kiwwa "Ow noona, mama athugewa"..noona mage diha balala kiwwa "balapan ethakota mage me yatipathule kunu gewila thiyenne kohomada kiyala".. mama noonage kakul deka dihath.. yatipathul dihath baluwa.. noona hitiye kakulak pita kakulak dala.. yatipathula hondata peenawa... noonage kakul sudu nisa.. kunu poddak gewunath kapila peanawa.. "Mokada balan inne, umbata penawada kunu gaawila thiyenawa?" mata mage weredda theruna.. mata den hondama bayay... noonata ada kenthiya wediy wage.. "mage putuwa gaawa waren" mama hemin ethanata giya "dan danna gahapan... ada mama umbata hondata ugannannam"... mata mokuth kara ganna beriwa ethana hitagena hitiya... noona mage wam thane mirikala allala pahalata thallu kara.. mata kee gahuna.. "mokada umba kee gahann?.. ummbe kate sara pennanada?.. arapan kata... " mata ibetama kata aruna.. "ththuuh.." noona mage katata kela paarak gahuwa... "ha.. dan rasa balapan .. aye keegahuwoth ehema mama kela paarak newe ummbe kate danne".. mama noonage kela gilla... amuthu seethalak thibuna noonage kela wala... mata hirikithayak danune ne.. samahara wita bayata wenna ethi.. nathnam mage hitha athule noonata thibuna gawurawaya nisaa wenna ethi.. mata thibune asarana wechcha sathek noonage lassana kakul yatipathul langa pihita soyanawa wage hangeemak.. mage anga athulen amuthuma hengeemak thamai awe.. mage kakul deka medden mata thethay wage danuna.. noona mage diga konden allala mage moona eyage yatipatulu athilluwa.. "ummbata hariyata athu gaanna barinam.. diwen mage kakule kunu ain karapan" .. mata wena karaan deyak thibune naa.. mama hemin hemin noonage yatpathula lewa kaawa.. mage diwata amuthuma rasak awe.. mata pissuda kiyala hithuna.. e unata mama unanduwen noonage yatiathula lewakala sudda kala.. sudu wechcha yatipathula dekkama mata hari sathutak danuna.. noona tikakin balala kata kone hinawak ekka mehema kiwwa.. "umbata kossata wediya diwa puruduy wage.."
Noonage tharaha niwanna puluwan una eka gena mata sathutak awa... ada mama denagaththa noonage yatipathulwala rasa... mata ayeth ehema karaan hithuna.. welawakata mata hithuna mata pissu hadeegena enawa kiyala...
Noona maawa wenas gahaniyak karapu widiya thawa idiriyedi kiyannam...
My Bosses Mother - Part I
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Ladies/ Gentleman. I am working for a small air ticketing agency at Wattala as the computer typist cum office assistance. My boss madam Nadeesha is a very young married lady in her mid twenties she looks after this business on behalf of her husband. The work is not so challenging so I was doing a good job from the day I started.
One day my bosses mother came to the office on her way to a customer. She does cake structures for private functions as a business. She had a look of a age somewhere around early 50's. And most excitingly she looked very dominant. She had a fair skin and wearing a 3 1/2 inches flap heels with dark blue colour in her toenails. Her feet were very clean and sexy to her age. She had a black pant outlining her figure underneath. She had a bit loose light blue blouse showing up the top part of her big tits. Her heavy expensive gold reckless added more value to the view. Dark red lipsticks and dak blue eyebrows gave her a very prestigious look to her face.
She was talking to my boss in her room (glass cubical) and boss called out me "Shriyani ! apita bonna deyak genna (bring some drinks for us) " I quickly went to the kitchen and opened my bosses private refrigerator and took some cool drinks into a tray. I have a habit to remove my shoes at the door to my bosses room whenever I enter in as a respect to my superior. So I went in and served the drink first to my bosses mother. She looked at the drink and then me with her cold eyes and told me "mata kool bonna be lamaya, thei ekak hadagena enna (I can't drink cool, bring me a hot tea)". I was afraid of her tone about not being thankful but commanding me. But inside me, I started getting a different feeling with a mix of fear and respect. I went back to the kitchen and start making a cup of tea. I could feel that I am getting wet inside me which make me bit confuse because I know I have submissive tendency but at the work place ? With this question mark inside I went to my bosses room with the cup in a tray. Removed my shoes at the door. Madam's mother notice it this time and was looking at me when I reach to her seat. She had the same cold look at me and took the cup and had a sip of it. For some reason I felt like my legs are weakening. I could not move so stayed there looking at how she drinks. She had the second sip and start talking to my boss. "Ai oya gaawa tea set ekak nedda? (Don;t you have a tea set at office?). "Thiyenawa... eunata Sriyani ta ehema purudu ne Tea set eken serve karann (I have, but Sriyani wouldn;t know how to serve)" . "ehema be.. ewa purudu karala thiyanna .. customers la ewage dewal balanwa (let he learn about them, customers are interested how they served)". They were talking about me training on making tea? Not even looking at me standing behind them. Servicing drinks or doing any sort of personal cores is not certainly part of my job role, but I always enjoy doing so because it stimulate some strange feelings inside me. Does my boss know about it? or they simply don;t care any dignity in me?. "hawas waru walata ewanna ehe, mage wada karanakota hondata purudu wey (send her over to me in afternoons, she will learn when helping my work)" . "Apo oya maraway, mata mage weda karaganna wenne ne (oh .. you will get her over worked, I won't be able to get any work from her) "Marawala hari weda ganna one me wayase ayagen.. ethakota thamai e ayata experiens enne (yes you should load them work, then only they get experience)" I was astonished by the way they are talking. I could not move I was waiting there just blindly ... they continued their talk... after about 15 minutes ( I realised it from the wall clock at Nadeesha madam's room)
"Sriyani ! me loku madam ekka gihilla kar eke badu wagayak thiyenawa .. eka athulata genna". I got back to the real world and took the cups back into the tray and comeback to bosses room. Removed my shoes, came few steps forward and waited for them.After a while madam's mother finish her talk and got up. I followed her, she is beautiful. Strangely I did not have any bad feeling about her even if she is so harsh at me so far. Is it because of her beauty or her dominant look? When I come to outside only I realised I forget to wear my shoes back. But I can't go back, I don;t want to displease my madam's mother. So I proceed to the car park. Hot sun start burning my soft feet. She open the door and collect some small ornaments from a box. "Me kelle.. mewa daaganna bag ekak one... (girl, I need a bag to get them)" and she looked around the street. "ara ehapette thiyena petti kaden shopin bad ekak aran enna (get a grocery bag from the shop other side in the road)" I am bare feet, I never walk bare feet at public.. and the road is burning hot.. but madam need's it.. my mind did not allow me to think twice. I am sure I am making a show to public, a girl walking barefoot at street is too sexy isn't it? I cross the road barefoot to the shop and asked for a grocery bag. Oh.. I just came here not only barefoot but without even money. I just told the shop owner I am working at the office other side and give him money later. I got the bag and returned. She is watching me all this time. When I gave the bag, she asked me "keeyada meka ? salli dunnanda? (how much is it? did you pay it?)" "nehe madam, mama sally passe dennam kiwwa (no, I told him I ll settle it later)" "Ehema be.. meka gihin denna (no can't... give this to him)". Does she know I am not comfortable outside with barefoot? she does this purposely to me to make me more uncomfortable? but the feelings coming between my legs justify it. It was me who came outside barefoot, and beside she is my bosses mother and she has a look of born to be served. So I did what she told me. I came back to her car.
"ekak car eka yatata giya.. balanna roode gawa (one rolled underside the car.. take it)" . Now I am used to her commanding tone and have an urge inside me to everything she tells me. So I bent down close to madam's feet and looked at under the car. I had a fear if I have a wet patch in my pant by now. I saw the piece and took it outside. But without much notice she step on my other hand and bend inside the car to get something. It hurts, but she has a beautiful feet no one say no to any pain caused by them. I silently bare the pain until she changed her place. She finally saw she was standing at my hand. But no apology. My wet pussy say I should not expect any apology though. I stood up and took the bag back to the office. She drew the car outside and off. She was wearing sun glasses so I did not see whether she looked at me. But I made my gratitude to her by looking at her all the time she revers her car and go.
Rest of the day went quickly. I can't stop leaking from this morning. I was always thinking how hard my boss and bosses mother would treat me in coming days. That make me so wet. Nadeesha madam used to day off around 3pm. When she come out from her room. I stood up and weakly asked her, "madam, mama den loku medam ge gedara yeanna one da? (madam should I visit your mother's place now)". She smiled and said, "oh ow ow.. mata amathaka una (yeah I forgot that, get ready I will drop you there). I was instantly ready. "Sriyani ! loku madam hari sarai, kellin ma kane paarak deela thamai weda patan ganne (she is very strict, she starts with a good face slap)" . I was shivering but increased my leaking. "Eyath ekka weda karanna hondata guti kanna puluwan wenna one (to work with her you will have to get used to beaten)" she told with a smile. I just followed my madam to her car. Yes this time with shoes :) . My madam did not take me anywhere by her car before, she was maintaining it very clean and clear. She got on but I did not feel like get in with my shoes on. So I removed them again before get in because I did not want to dis-respect my madam. We started the journey to my new training. After starting only I realised I don;t know whether I can come back at usual office off time. But that should not be an issue as long as my madam and her mother is so generous to train me to be useful office assistant.
So I am on my way to my future destiny on my madams car.....
This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in Sri Lanka are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments. more...
Ladies/ Gentleman. I am working for a small air ticketing agency at Wattala as the computer typist cum office assistance. My boss madam Nadeesha is a very young married lady in her mid twenties she looks after this business on behalf of her husband. The work is not so challenging so I was doing a good job from the day I started.
One day my bosses mother came to the office on her way to a customer. She does cake structures for private functions as a business. She had a look of a age somewhere around early 50's. And most excitingly she looked very dominant. She had a fair skin and wearing a 3 1/2 inches flap heels with dark blue colour in her toenails. Her feet were very clean and sexy to her age. She had a black pant outlining her figure underneath. She had a bit loose light blue blouse showing up the top part of her big tits. Her heavy expensive gold reckless added more value to the view. Dark red lipsticks and dak blue eyebrows gave her a very prestigious look to her face.
She was talking to my boss in her room (glass cubical) and boss called out me "Shriyani ! apita bonna deyak genna (bring some drinks for us) " I quickly went to the kitchen and opened my bosses private refrigerator and took some cool drinks into a tray. I have a habit to remove my shoes at the door to my bosses room whenever I enter in as a respect to my superior. So I went in and served the drink first to my bosses mother. She looked at the drink and then me with her cold eyes and told me "mata kool bonna be lamaya, thei ekak hadagena enna (I can't drink cool, bring me a hot tea)". I was afraid of her tone about not being thankful but commanding me. But inside me, I started getting a different feeling with a mix of fear and respect. I went back to the kitchen and start making a cup of tea. I could feel that I am getting wet inside me which make me bit confuse because I know I have submissive tendency but at the work place ? With this question mark inside I went to my bosses room with the cup in a tray. Removed my shoes at the door. Madam's mother notice it this time and was looking at me when I reach to her seat. She had the same cold look at me and took the cup and had a sip of it. For some reason I felt like my legs are weakening. I could not move so stayed there looking at how she drinks. She had the second sip and start talking to my boss. "Ai oya gaawa tea set ekak nedda? (Don;t you have a tea set at office?). "Thiyenawa... eunata Sriyani ta ehema purudu ne Tea set eken serve karann (I have, but Sriyani wouldn;t know how to serve)" . "ehema be.. ewa purudu karala thiyanna .. customers la ewage dewal balanwa (let he learn about them, customers are interested how they served)". They were talking about me training on making tea? Not even looking at me standing behind them. Servicing drinks or doing any sort of personal cores is not certainly part of my job role, but I always enjoy doing so because it stimulate some strange feelings inside me. Does my boss know about it? or they simply don;t care any dignity in me?. "hawas waru walata ewanna ehe, mage wada karanakota hondata purudu wey (send her over to me in afternoons, she will learn when helping my work)" . "Apo oya maraway, mata mage weda karaganna wenne ne (oh .. you will get her over worked, I won't be able to get any work from her) "Marawala hari weda ganna one me wayase ayagen.. ethakota thamai e ayata experiens enne (yes you should load them work, then only they get experience)" I was astonished by the way they are talking. I could not move I was waiting there just blindly ... they continued their talk... after about 15 minutes ( I realised it from the wall clock at Nadeesha madam's room)
"Sriyani ! me loku madam ekka gihilla kar eke badu wagayak thiyenawa .. eka athulata genna". I got back to the real world and took the cups back into the tray and comeback to bosses room. Removed my shoes, came few steps forward and waited for them.After a while madam's mother finish her talk and got up. I followed her, she is beautiful. Strangely I did not have any bad feeling about her even if she is so harsh at me so far. Is it because of her beauty or her dominant look? When I come to outside only I realised I forget to wear my shoes back. But I can't go back, I don;t want to displease my madam's mother. So I proceed to the car park. Hot sun start burning my soft feet. She open the door and collect some small ornaments from a box. "Me kelle.. mewa daaganna bag ekak one... (girl, I need a bag to get them)" and she looked around the street. "ara ehapette thiyena petti kaden shopin bad ekak aran enna (get a grocery bag from the shop other side in the road)" I am bare feet, I never walk bare feet at public.. and the road is burning hot.. but madam need's it.. my mind did not allow me to think twice. I am sure I am making a show to public, a girl walking barefoot at street is too sexy isn't it? I cross the road barefoot to the shop and asked for a grocery bag. Oh.. I just came here not only barefoot but without even money. I just told the shop owner I am working at the office other side and give him money later. I got the bag and returned. She is watching me all this time. When I gave the bag, she asked me "keeyada meka ? salli dunnanda? (how much is it? did you pay it?)" "nehe madam, mama sally passe dennam kiwwa (no, I told him I ll settle it later)" "Ehema be.. meka gihin denna (no can't... give this to him)". Does she know I am not comfortable outside with barefoot? she does this purposely to me to make me more uncomfortable? but the feelings coming between my legs justify it. It was me who came outside barefoot, and beside she is my bosses mother and she has a look of born to be served. So I did what she told me. I came back to her car.
"ekak car eka yatata giya.. balanna roode gawa (one rolled underside the car.. take it)" . Now I am used to her commanding tone and have an urge inside me to everything she tells me. So I bent down close to madam's feet and looked at under the car. I had a fear if I have a wet patch in my pant by now. I saw the piece and took it outside. But without much notice she step on my other hand and bend inside the car to get something. It hurts, but she has a beautiful feet no one say no to any pain caused by them. I silently bare the pain until she changed her place. She finally saw she was standing at my hand. But no apology. My wet pussy say I should not expect any apology though. I stood up and took the bag back to the office. She drew the car outside and off. She was wearing sun glasses so I did not see whether she looked at me. But I made my gratitude to her by looking at her all the time she revers her car and go.
Rest of the day went quickly. I can't stop leaking from this morning. I was always thinking how hard my boss and bosses mother would treat me in coming days. That make me so wet. Nadeesha madam used to day off around 3pm. When she come out from her room. I stood up and weakly asked her, "madam, mama den loku medam ge gedara yeanna one da? (madam should I visit your mother's place now)". She smiled and said, "oh ow ow.. mata amathaka una (yeah I forgot that, get ready I will drop you there). I was instantly ready. "Sriyani ! loku madam hari sarai, kellin ma kane paarak deela thamai weda patan ganne (she is very strict, she starts with a good face slap)" . I was shivering but increased my leaking. "Eyath ekka weda karanna hondata guti kanna puluwan wenna one (to work with her you will have to get used to beaten)" she told with a smile. I just followed my madam to her car. Yes this time with shoes :) . My madam did not take me anywhere by her car before, she was maintaining it very clean and clear. She got on but I did not feel like get in with my shoes on. So I removed them again before get in because I did not want to dis-respect my madam. We started the journey to my new training. After starting only I realised I don;t know whether I can come back at usual office off time. But that should not be an issue as long as my madam and her mother is so generous to train me to be useful office assistant.
So I am on my way to my future destiny on my madams car.....
Friday, December 2, 2011
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This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in the South Asia region are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real. Readers are advice and strictly discouraged to attempt in recreating any of blogged imaginations. Any such activity can be a punishable offense by the law effected in your region.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments.
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