Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Girl Friend (singlish)
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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
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මෙම් බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි සියලු අයිතිවාසිකම් Slave Ceylon වෙතයි. මෙහි එන කතා ලින්ගික හින්සනයෙන් තොර උවත් බාල වයස්කරුවන්ගේ පැමිනීම හෝ කියවීම සපුරා තහනම්ය. මෙහි එන කතා සියල්ල සිතින් ගොතන ලද කතාවන අතර මෙහි සඳහන් සියලු සබැඳි හෝ නම් ගම් හෝ සිද්දීන් මනඃකල්පිත වේ. මෙහි එන සිතලු කිසිවක් සථ්‍ය ජීවිතයේදී අත්හදා බැලීම නොකරන ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙත තරයේ අවවාද කරනු ලැබේ. එවැනි ක්‍රියාවන් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ ක්‍රියාත්මක නීති රීති මගින් දැඩි දඩුවන් ලැබිය හැකිවන්නේය. සියලු චෝදනා සහ පැමිනිලි slave.ceylon@gmail.com වෙත එවිය හැක. පාඨකයින් විසින් ඵල කරන අදහස් හෝ කරුනු වෙත බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙ හිමිකරු වග නොකියවෙන අතර සදාචාරාත්මක නොවන කරුනු දැක්වීමෙන් වලකින ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙතින් ඉල්ලාසිටුනු ලැබේ. එවැනි කරුනක් වෙතොත් එය වහා ඉවත් කිරිමට බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි හිමිකරු වෙත සියලු බලතල ඇත.
meka mage gf akka sira wechcha deyak.atakota mama 11 kella 10ye.eyata tibbe patta suduma sudu kakul 2k.api yalu une scl akedi.koheda itin sapattu dana nisa a lassana feet 2 mama kohoma dakinnada.kohomahari eya mama awa clz akakata awa.mama eya apu gaman baluwe mechchara kal mata dakinna bariuna a lassana kakula diha.oooopissu hadena kakulak aka nam.yatipathul rosa rosapatay.kakula hiniy digay.kakule agilith marama lassanay.diga lassana agili.mama balabala hitiye a lassana kakul ata ganna mata akawada awastawak labeyda kiyala.
a dawasa uda una.api film akak yanna kata una.api itin kohomahari gedarata boruwak gahala ehe giya.gihin wadi wela film aka balana gaman mama shape ake eyage kakul ata gawa yatipathulath akka.eya qwa MARA SANIPAY PATIYO kiyala.api balconi box akaka hitiye.mama eyage kakula hodata ata gala aka paratama kakula kate oba gatta.eya gassila ahuwa PISSUDA PATIYO OYATA kiyala.mama hinawewi kakula tawa tikak atulata obala eyage big toy aka suppu karala bimin tibba.menna wade kella kakula cross karala mage lap aka udin tiyala ganakwath na wage film aka balanawa.mama eyage agili kate dan iruwa.api tikak dura awa nisa kakula tibba dadiya mwala taste aka mata hodata danuna.tikakin kakula ay atagaga film aka baluwa.aka paratama kella qwane ANE PATIYO AY AHEMA KARANNAKO ATAKOTA MATA DANENNE MAMA DIWYA LOKE INNAWA WAGE PUDUMA SANIPAYAK TIYENNE kiyala.
passe mama eyage kakul 2ma kel walin nawwa.mataka hatiyata wali kata 3k witara hapuna.kella full atal ake rajiniyak wage kisima ganak natiwa film aka balanawa.mama mage asawa eda hodata sapuragatta.eya dan akata puduma asawak tiyenne.hamadama rata nida ganna welawata mama eyage yatipathula lewa kana widiyata msg karanawa.matath marama atal.tawa gd dewal passe una.ewa mama passe kiyannam.
Author:harry foot slave
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.
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මෙම් බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි සියලු අයිතිවාසිකම් Slave Ceylon වෙතයි. මෙහි එන කතා ලින්ගික හින්සනයෙන් තොර උවත් බාල වයස්කරුවන්ගේ පැමිනීම හෝ කියවීම සපුරා තහනම්ය. මෙහි එන කතා සියල්ල සිතින් ගොතන ලද කතාවන අතර මෙහි සඳහන් සියලු සබැඳි හෝ නම් ගම් හෝ සිද්දීන් මනඃකල්පිත වේ. මෙහි එන සිතලු කිසිවක් සථ්‍ය ජීවිතයේදී අත්හදා බැලීම නොකරන ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙත තරයේ අවවාද කරනු ලැබේ. එවැනි ක්‍රියාවන් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ ක්‍රියාත්මක නීති රීති මගින් දැඩි දඩුවන් ලැබිය හැකිවන්නේය. සියලු චෝදනා සහ පැමිනිලි slave.ceylon@gmail.com වෙත එවිය හැක. පාඨකයින් විසින් ඵල කරන අදහස් හෝ කරුනු වෙත බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙ හිමිකරු වග නොකියවෙන අතර සදාචාරාත්මක නොවන කරුනු දැක්වීමෙන් වලකින ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙතින් ඉල්ලාසිටුනු ලැබේ. එවැනි කරුනක් වෙතොත් එය වහා ඉවත් කිරිමට බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි හිමිකරු වෙත සියලු බලතල ඇත.
meka mage gf akka sira wechcha deyak.atakota mama 11 kella 10ye.eyata tibbe patta suduma sudu kakul 2k.api yalu une scl akedi.koheda itin sapattu dana nisa a lassana feet 2 mama kohoma dakinnada.kohomahari eya mama awa clz akakata awa.mama eya apu gaman baluwe mechchara kal mata dakinna bariuna a lassana kakula diha.oooopissu hadena kakulak aka nam.yatipathul rosa rosapatay.kakula hiniy digay.kakule agilith marama lassanay.diga lassana agili.mama balabala hitiye a lassana kakul ata ganna mata akawada awastawak labeyda kiyala.
a dawasa uda una.api film akak yanna kata una.api itin kohomahari gedarata boruwak gahala ehe giya.gihin wadi wela film aka balana gaman mama shape ake eyage kakul ata gawa yatipathulath akka.eya qwa MARA SANIPAY PATIYO kiyala.api balconi box akaka hitiye.mama eyage kakula hodata ata gala aka paratama kakula kate oba gatta.eya gassila ahuwa PISSUDA PATIYO OYATA kiyala.mama hinawewi kakula tawa tikak atulata obala eyage big toy aka suppu karala bimin tibba.menna wade kella kakula cross karala mage lap aka udin tiyala ganakwath na wage film aka balanawa.mama eyage agili kate dan iruwa.api tikak dura awa nisa kakula tibba dadiya mwala taste aka mata hodata danuna.tikakin kakula ay atagaga film aka baluwa.aka paratama kella qwane ANE PATIYO AY AHEMA KARANNAKO ATAKOTA MATA DANENNE MAMA DIWYA LOKE INNAWA WAGE PUDUMA SANIPAYAK TIYENNE kiyala.
passe mama eyage kakul 2ma kel walin nawwa.mataka hatiyata wali kata 3k witara hapuna.kella full atal ake rajiniyak wage kisima ganak natiwa film aka balanawa.mama mage asawa eda hodata sapuragatta.eya dan akata puduma asawak tiyenne.hamadama rata nida ganna welawata mama eyage yatipathula lewa kana widiyata msg karanawa.matath marama atal.tawa gd dewal passe una.ewa mama passe kiyannam.
Author:harry foot slave
Friday, February 22, 2013
Vinitha
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.
මෙම් බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි සියලු අයිතිවාසිකම් Slave Ceylon වෙතයි. මෙහි එන කතා ලින්ගික හින්සනයෙන් තොර උවත් බාල වයස්කරුවන්ගේ පැමිනීම හෝ කියවීම සපුරා තහනම්ය. මෙහි එන කතා සියල්ල සිතින් ගොතන ලද කතාවන අතර මෙහි සඳහන් සියලු සබැඳි හෝ නම් ගම් හෝ සිද්දීන් මනඃකල්පිත වේ. මෙහි එන සිතලු කිසිවක් සථ්‍ය ජීවිතයේදී අත්හදා බැලීම නොකරන ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙත තරයේ අවවාද කරනු ලැබේ. එවැනි ක්‍රියාවන් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ ක්‍රියාත්මක නීති රීති මගින් දැඩි දඩුවන් ලැබිය හැකිවන්නේය. සියලු චෝදනා සහ පැමිනිලි slave.ceylon@gmail.com වෙත එවිය හැක. පාඨකයින් විසින් ඵල කරන අදහස් හෝ කරුනු වෙත බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙ හිමිකරු වග නොකියවෙන අතර සදාචාරාත්මක නොවන කරුනු දැක්වීමෙන් වලකින ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙතින් ඉල්ලාසිටුනු ලැබේ. එවැනි කරුනක් වෙතොත් එය වහා ඉවත් කිරිමට බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි හිමිකරු වෙත සියලු බලතල ඇත.
Vinitha was born to a poor family in Monaragala as the eldest of four girls and two boys. Her father
was a drunkard who spent whatever little money he earned through odd jobs on drinking. Her mother
singlehandedly brought up the six children by working as a domestic in well to do houses. Although poor
Vinitha was blessed with a beauty rarely seen in such poor backgrounds. She got many a preposition
from boys while at school but she was determined to stay away from such things as she wanted to study
well and support her family one day. She passed A/Ls in commerce with good results and moved to
Colombo looking for employment. She was nineteen.
Vinitha found employment in a foreign employment agency in Maradana belonging to Mr.Ahmed as an
accounts clerk.Ahmed was a middle aged man who treated his staff kindly.He was married to a girl half
his age called Maureen.Meanwhile Vinitha attended to her work diligently.Unlike other girls she was
prepared to work even after office hours to finish her work. Together with her good looks and charm
she was popular with customers as well. These things didn’t go unnoticed to Ahmed as he rewarded the
girl with promotions. Within three years Vinitha had won Ahmed’s trust to such an extent that she was
entrusted with the responsibility of handling finances of the agency.It was she who accepted payments
from those who sought employment abroad and issued receipts. People had come to regard her as the
number two of the office.
At twenty two Vinitha was earning a good salary that enabled her to support the education of her
siblings.She was determinend to see that her brothers and sisters receive a university education. She
was happy and content with life when disaster struck. One morning Ahmed complained of a headache
and Vinitha promptly gave him some paracetamol pills. However within minutes his condition worsened
and he was in a lot of pain.Vinitha and other staff rushed him to the hospital.What they didn’t know was
that Ahmed had suffered a stroke.He had lost consciousness by the time he was taken to the hospital.He
remained like that for few days and passed away.Vintha was devastated by the sudden death of
her employer who was liked by everyone.As the custom Ahmed’s funeral was held on the following
day.Vinitha was jobless.However she knew that with her qualifications and experience she could find
another job so she remained in Colombo.
One day a policeman came in search of her to her boarding house and asked her to appear in the police
station the following day. The police wanted to question her in connection with the complains made by
foreign job seekers who had paid money to the agency. They were demanding their money back. They
had identified her as the person who accepted the payments. Panic stricken Vinitha tried to contact
Maureen, the wife of Ahmed.But to her dismay she learnt that Maureen had gone abroad after selling
all the properties of Ahmed even without observing the mourning period, leaving Vinitha to answer the
police.Vinitha realized that she had been a victim of deliberate deceit but she was too late.
Vinitha called at the police station the following day and was questioned at length. She tried hard
to explain that she was only an employee at the agency and nothing more but the police were not
convinced as her signature appeared on the receipts. They produced her in courts. When her case came
up the judge remanded her even without looking at her as the police wanted time to further investigate
the case.
She was made to sit on a bench with the other women who were to be taken to prison till the day’s
proceedings were over .They were mostly street prostitutes and drug peddlers who were in and out
of the prison so often. Among the unclean and shabby women Vinitha stood out with her beauty and
attracted the attention of all.Two stern looking guards were watching them closely. Male offenders
were kept in a cell inside the courthouse. At the end of the day’s proceedings both men and women
were taken to the prison in the same bus. On the way to the prison she had to endure lewd remarks
of the men which she tried to ignore. She was relieved when they finally arrived in the prison but her
ordeal had just begun.
They were taken to the women’s wing of the prison and their details were taken down. Next a guard, a
beautiful girl who looked about the same age as Vinitha took them to a room.
“Galawaplla andum”(take off your cloths) she ordered.
All the women except Vinitha started taking clothes off.Seeing the girl hesitate; the guard leapt forward
and gave her a thundering slap that sent Vinitha flat on to the ground.
“Thota venama kiyanna oneda?”(Should I specially tell you) barked the guard.
Tearful Vinitha got up and began to undress.Her face reddened with shame as she had never taken her
clothes off even before women.For other women in her group it was something they were quite used to
and they stood naked without a care.
The guard thoroughly searched the naked women one by one.Afterwards the convicted prisoners were
given their prison uniforms.As she was a remandee Vinitha was allowed to put her cloths back on. Each
of them were issued a metal cup, a plate and a mat to sleep on.Then the guard summoned an elderly
prisoner waiting outside the office.
“Munwa D wattuwata geniyala Ranjanita bara deepan”(take them to D ward and hand them over to
Ranjani)
The woman nodded dutifully and asked the group to follow her.Vinitha with her face still smarting from
the slap began following the group.
As they were approaching the dilapidated building that was D ward,Vinitha saw a group of women
gathered in a circle watching something intently .Then she heard a cracking sound followed by a
woman’s scream. Women of her group pushed through the crowd to see what was going on.Vinitha too
did the same. She was startled by the scene unfolding before her eyes. She felt her knees buckle.
A very young looking girl was leaning against the wall. Only piece of clothing on her was a shapeless
prison jacket. She was naked from waist down. A tall vicious looking woman was beating the girl
mercilessly with a long cane on her bare buttocks. Girl’s body jerked with every stroke and she was
wailing pitifully. Despite her cries the woman continued to beat her.Vinitha saw red welts appearing on
her buttocks after each stroke. After giving the girl about 10 hard strokes the woman lowered the cane
and gave her a warning.Girl’s buttocks were a mass of welts.
“Me para tho dahayakin beruna.elanga para mama tho hama ghanawa .duwapiya ethulata.(this time
you got away with 10, next time I’ll skin you. run inside.)
The girl, still sobbing, limped inside followed by the crowd.
“Eya thamai Ranjani” (She is the one they call Ranjani) a woman whispered in Vinitha’s ear.
Ranjani was serving term for grievous crimes. She had links to the underworld and was the unofficial
head of ward D which she ruled with an iron fist. Even the prison authorities didn’t meddle with her. She
maintained discipline in the ward on their behalf. She was given certain privileges for her services. What
Vinitha just saw was how Ranjani maintained the discipline in the ward.
The old woman who brought the group walked up to her and said something respectfully, pointing to
the group.Ranjani turned around and observed the new arrivals, the cane still in her hand.She knew
each woman by her name except Vintha.When Ranajani’s piercing eyes met Vinitha’s she lowered her
gaze. Ranjani again looked at the other women.
Mokada thopi bala inne palayau ethulata (What are you waiting for? Get inside.) She ordered them.
The women went inside one after the other. Then she turned to Vinitha. The fair skinned beauty
aroused her curiosity.
Kelle mehe waren.Mokada case eka.( Come here girl. What brought you her?)
The shivering girl walked up to her and related her story .Ranjani listened patiently.After Vinitha had
finished Ranjani reassured her.
Umba baya wenda epa kelle.Serama mama bala gannam.Yamu ethulata. (Don’t worry girl. I’ll look
after everything.) Vinitha was ushered inside the large hall.She saw dozens of women,residents of D
ward,either sitting or lying on their mats.
Umba methane hitapan.(you stay here)Ranajani pointed to a spot on the floor and left.
Vinitha laid her mat there as instructed. When she looked around she saw the girl who was punished
just moments ago lying on her belly’ still in tears and an elderly woman apply coconut oil, the remedy
for all ailments in prison, to the girl’s battered buttocks. Vinitha sat on her mat and started thinking
about her predicament when curious inmates surrounded her and began pestering her with questions.
Suddenly Ranjani appeared and chased the women away.
Me kellata paduwe inda deepalla (Leave the girl alone) she shouted at them. The women dispersed in a
hurry.
It was around six in the evening and time for dinner.Rice ,dhal and coconut sambol were brought in
large couldrens.Then Vinitha remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything since morning.Inmates
with plates in hand went after one another in queue to get their share of dinner closely watched by
Ranjani.Vinitha too joined them and got her dinner.She hurriedly ate the tasteless meal as she was
feeling hungry by then.Vinitha didn’t have anything other than clothes she was wearing.Again Ranjani
came to her rescue. She gave Vinitha a towel,bar of soap and a tooth brush.Vinitha went to the water
tank behind the ward and washed herself.At 7.00 in the evening they were locked up inside the ward
and lights were switched off leaving a single light outside ward.Vinitha stretched out on her mat.
Although it was uncomfortable to sleep on the bare floor with only a thin mat she fell asleep quickly
as she was feeling tired after a long day.She may have been asleep for barely an hour when she felt
someone shaking her body. She woke up.By the dim light in the ward she recognized who it was.
Kelle negitapan. Waren math ekka (Get up girl and follow me) Ranjani said in a hushed voice.
(to be continued)
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මෙම් බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි සියලු අයිතිවාසිකම් Slave Ceylon වෙතයි. මෙහි එන කතා ලින්ගික හින්සනයෙන් තොර උවත් බාල වයස්කරුවන්ගේ පැමිනීම හෝ කියවීම සපුරා තහනම්ය. මෙහි එන කතා සියල්ල සිතින් ගොතන ලද කතාවන අතර මෙහි සඳහන් සියලු සබැඳි හෝ නම් ගම් හෝ සිද්දීන් මනඃකල්පිත වේ. මෙහි එන සිතලු කිසිවක් සථ්‍ය ජීවිතයේදී අත්හදා බැලීම නොකරන ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙත තරයේ අවවාද කරනු ලැබේ. එවැනි ක්‍රියාවන් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ ක්‍රියාත්මක නීති රීති මගින් දැඩි දඩුවන් ලැබිය හැකිවන්නේය. සියලු චෝදනා සහ පැමිනිලි slave.ceylon@gmail.com වෙත එවිය හැක. පාඨකයින් විසින් ඵල කරන අදහස් හෝ කරුනු වෙත බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙ හිමිකරු වග නොකියවෙන අතර සදාචාරාත්මක නොවන කරුනු දැක්වීමෙන් වලකින ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙතින් ඉල්ලාසිටුනු ලැබේ. එවැනි කරුනක් වෙතොත් එය වහා ඉවත් කිරිමට බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි හිමිකරු වෙත සියලු බලතල ඇත.
Vinitha was born to a poor family in Monaragala as the eldest of four girls and two boys. Her father
was a drunkard who spent whatever little money he earned through odd jobs on drinking. Her mother
singlehandedly brought up the six children by working as a domestic in well to do houses. Although poor
Vinitha was blessed with a beauty rarely seen in such poor backgrounds. She got many a preposition
from boys while at school but she was determined to stay away from such things as she wanted to study
well and support her family one day. She passed A/Ls in commerce with good results and moved to
Colombo looking for employment. She was nineteen.
Vinitha found employment in a foreign employment agency in Maradana belonging to Mr.Ahmed as an
accounts clerk.Ahmed was a middle aged man who treated his staff kindly.He was married to a girl half
his age called Maureen.Meanwhile Vinitha attended to her work diligently.Unlike other girls she was
prepared to work even after office hours to finish her work. Together with her good looks and charm
she was popular with customers as well. These things didn’t go unnoticed to Ahmed as he rewarded the
girl with promotions. Within three years Vinitha had won Ahmed’s trust to such an extent that she was
entrusted with the responsibility of handling finances of the agency.It was she who accepted payments
from those who sought employment abroad and issued receipts. People had come to regard her as the
number two of the office.
At twenty two Vinitha was earning a good salary that enabled her to support the education of her
siblings.She was determinend to see that her brothers and sisters receive a university education. She
was happy and content with life when disaster struck. One morning Ahmed complained of a headache
and Vinitha promptly gave him some paracetamol pills. However within minutes his condition worsened
and he was in a lot of pain.Vinitha and other staff rushed him to the hospital.What they didn’t know was
that Ahmed had suffered a stroke.He had lost consciousness by the time he was taken to the hospital.He
remained like that for few days and passed away.Vintha was devastated by the sudden death of
her employer who was liked by everyone.As the custom Ahmed’s funeral was held on the following
day.Vinitha was jobless.However she knew that with her qualifications and experience she could find
another job so she remained in Colombo.
One day a policeman came in search of her to her boarding house and asked her to appear in the police
station the following day. The police wanted to question her in connection with the complains made by
foreign job seekers who had paid money to the agency. They were demanding their money back. They
had identified her as the person who accepted the payments. Panic stricken Vinitha tried to contact
Maureen, the wife of Ahmed.But to her dismay she learnt that Maureen had gone abroad after selling
all the properties of Ahmed even without observing the mourning period, leaving Vinitha to answer the
police.Vinitha realized that she had been a victim of deliberate deceit but she was too late.
Vinitha called at the police station the following day and was questioned at length. She tried hard
to explain that she was only an employee at the agency and nothing more but the police were not
convinced as her signature appeared on the receipts. They produced her in courts. When her case came
up the judge remanded her even without looking at her as the police wanted time to further investigate
the case.
She was made to sit on a bench with the other women who were to be taken to prison till the day’s
proceedings were over .They were mostly street prostitutes and drug peddlers who were in and out
of the prison so often. Among the unclean and shabby women Vinitha stood out with her beauty and
attracted the attention of all.Two stern looking guards were watching them closely. Male offenders
were kept in a cell inside the courthouse. At the end of the day’s proceedings both men and women
were taken to the prison in the same bus. On the way to the prison she had to endure lewd remarks
of the men which she tried to ignore. She was relieved when they finally arrived in the prison but her
ordeal had just begun.
They were taken to the women’s wing of the prison and their details were taken down. Next a guard, a
beautiful girl who looked about the same age as Vinitha took them to a room.
“Galawaplla andum”(take off your cloths) she ordered.
All the women except Vinitha started taking clothes off.Seeing the girl hesitate; the guard leapt forward
and gave her a thundering slap that sent Vinitha flat on to the ground.
“Thota venama kiyanna oneda?”(Should I specially tell you) barked the guard.
Tearful Vinitha got up and began to undress.Her face reddened with shame as she had never taken her
clothes off even before women.For other women in her group it was something they were quite used to
and they stood naked without a care.
The guard thoroughly searched the naked women one by one.Afterwards the convicted prisoners were
given their prison uniforms.As she was a remandee Vinitha was allowed to put her cloths back on. Each
of them were issued a metal cup, a plate and a mat to sleep on.Then the guard summoned an elderly
prisoner waiting outside the office.
“Munwa D wattuwata geniyala Ranjanita bara deepan”(take them to D ward and hand them over to
Ranjani)
The woman nodded dutifully and asked the group to follow her.Vinitha with her face still smarting from
the slap began following the group.
As they were approaching the dilapidated building that was D ward,Vinitha saw a group of women
gathered in a circle watching something intently .Then she heard a cracking sound followed by a
woman’s scream. Women of her group pushed through the crowd to see what was going on.Vinitha too
did the same. She was startled by the scene unfolding before her eyes. She felt her knees buckle.
A very young looking girl was leaning against the wall. Only piece of clothing on her was a shapeless
prison jacket. She was naked from waist down. A tall vicious looking woman was beating the girl
mercilessly with a long cane on her bare buttocks. Girl’s body jerked with every stroke and she was
wailing pitifully. Despite her cries the woman continued to beat her.Vinitha saw red welts appearing on
her buttocks after each stroke. After giving the girl about 10 hard strokes the woman lowered the cane
and gave her a warning.Girl’s buttocks were a mass of welts.
“Me para tho dahayakin beruna.elanga para mama tho hama ghanawa .duwapiya ethulata.(this time
you got away with 10, next time I’ll skin you. run inside.)
The girl, still sobbing, limped inside followed by the crowd.
“Eya thamai Ranjani” (She is the one they call Ranjani) a woman whispered in Vinitha’s ear.
Ranjani was serving term for grievous crimes. She had links to the underworld and was the unofficial
head of ward D which she ruled with an iron fist. Even the prison authorities didn’t meddle with her. She
maintained discipline in the ward on their behalf. She was given certain privileges for her services. What
Vinitha just saw was how Ranjani maintained the discipline in the ward.
The old woman who brought the group walked up to her and said something respectfully, pointing to
the group.Ranjani turned around and observed the new arrivals, the cane still in her hand.She knew
each woman by her name except Vintha.When Ranajani’s piercing eyes met Vinitha’s she lowered her
gaze. Ranjani again looked at the other women.
Mokada thopi bala inne palayau ethulata (What are you waiting for? Get inside.) She ordered them.
The women went inside one after the other. Then she turned to Vinitha. The fair skinned beauty
aroused her curiosity.
Kelle mehe waren.Mokada case eka.( Come here girl. What brought you her?)
The shivering girl walked up to her and related her story .Ranjani listened patiently.After Vinitha had
finished Ranjani reassured her.
Umba baya wenda epa kelle.Serama mama bala gannam.Yamu ethulata. (Don’t worry girl. I’ll look
after everything.) Vinitha was ushered inside the large hall.She saw dozens of women,residents of D
ward,either sitting or lying on their mats.
Umba methane hitapan.(you stay here)Ranajani pointed to a spot on the floor and left.
Vinitha laid her mat there as instructed. When she looked around she saw the girl who was punished
just moments ago lying on her belly’ still in tears and an elderly woman apply coconut oil, the remedy
for all ailments in prison, to the girl’s battered buttocks. Vinitha sat on her mat and started thinking
about her predicament when curious inmates surrounded her and began pestering her with questions.
Suddenly Ranjani appeared and chased the women away.
Me kellata paduwe inda deepalla (Leave the girl alone) she shouted at them. The women dispersed in a
hurry.
It was around six in the evening and time for dinner.Rice ,dhal and coconut sambol were brought in
large couldrens.Then Vinitha remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything since morning.Inmates
with plates in hand went after one another in queue to get their share of dinner closely watched by
Ranjani.Vinitha too joined them and got her dinner.She hurriedly ate the tasteless meal as she was
feeling hungry by then.Vinitha didn’t have anything other than clothes she was wearing.Again Ranjani
came to her rescue. She gave Vinitha a towel,bar of soap and a tooth brush.Vinitha went to the water
tank behind the ward and washed herself.At 7.00 in the evening they were locked up inside the ward
and lights were switched off leaving a single light outside ward.Vinitha stretched out on her mat.
Although it was uncomfortable to sleep on the bare floor with only a thin mat she fell asleep quickly
as she was feeling tired after a long day.She may have been asleep for barely an hour when she felt
someone shaking her body. She woke up.By the dim light in the ward she recognized who it was.
Kelle negitapan. Waren math ekka (Get up girl and follow me) Ranjani said in a hushed voice.
(to be continued)
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මෙම් බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි සියලු අයිතිවාසිකම් Slave Ceylon වෙතයි. මෙහි එන කතා ලින්ගික හින්සනයෙන් තොර උවත් බාල වයස්කරුවන්ගේ පැමිනීම හෝ කියවීම සපුරා තහනම්ය. මෙහි එන කතා සියල්ල සිතින් ගොතන ලද කතාවන අතර මෙහි සඳහන් සියලු සබැඳි හෝ නම් ගම් හෝ සිද්දීන් මනඃකල්පිත වේ. මෙහි එන සිතලු කිසිවක් සථ්‍ය ජීවිතයේදී අත්හදා බැලීම නොකරන ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙත තරයේ අවවාද කරනු ලැබේ. එවැනි ක්‍රියාවන් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ ක්‍රියාත්මක නීති රීති මගින් දැඩි දඩුවන් ලැබිය හැකිවන්නේය. සියලු චෝදනා සහ පැමිනිලි slave.ceylon@gmail.com වෙත එවිය හැක. පාඨකයින් විසින් ඵල කරන අදහස් හෝ කරුනු වෙත බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙ හිමිකරු වග නොකියවෙන අතර සදාචාරාත්මක නොවන කරුනු දැක්වීමෙන් වලකින ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙතින් ඉල්ලාසිටුනු ලැබේ. එවැනි කරුනක් වෙතොත් එය වහා ඉවත් කිරිමට බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි හිමිකරු වෙත සියලු බලතල ඇත.
ෂානිත් මමත් ත්‍රීවීල් එකෙන් බැහැගත් ගමන් ජිම් එකේ පිටිපස්ස් පැත්තෙන් හිමින් සීරුවෙ ඇතුල් උනා. තාම වෙලාව හවස 4 නිසා වැඩිය සෙනග ඇවිත් නැහැ.
ශානි මේ ජිම් එකේ වැඩ කරන්නෙ අවුරුදු පහක විතර ඉඳල. එයා මට වැඩිය අවුරුදු දෙකක් විතර වැඩිමල් උනාට අපි තමයි හොඳම යාලුවො. මම එයාට හංගන කිසිම රහසක් නෑ. අද මේ ගමන ආවෙත් අපි අතරෙ තියෙන විශ්වාසය නිසයි. මට තාම හිතා ගන්න බෑ මගෙ මේ හීනය හබෑ වීම ගැන.
මම ලොකු ලමයෙක් වෙච්ච දවස් වල ඉඳල මගෙ හිතේ අමුතුම ආශාවක් ඇතිවුනා. මට ආසයි මැරෙනකල් ගුටිකන්න. කවුරුහරි මට ගහනවන්ම් හරි හුස්ම හිර වෙනකල් පාගනවනම් මම හරි ආසයි. එහෙම දේවල් හිතෙන් මවාගෙන මම අනන්තවත් අඟිලි සෙල්ලම කරනව.
ශානි මේක දැනගත්ත දවසෙ ඉඳල පොරොන්ඳු උනා මගෙ සිහිනය සැබෑ කරල දෙන්නම් කියල. එය ජිම් එකේ ඇඩ්මිනිස්ට්‍රේශන් බලන නිසා වැඩි කරදරයක් නැතුව අද මේ වැඩේ සෙට් කරා.
ශානි මාව අරන්ගිහින් මේසයක දිගා කරල මගෙ ඔක්කොම අඳුම් ගැලෙව්ව. ගලවල මගෙ කකුල් දෙක වලලුකරෙන් ලන්කරල බැන්ද. ඊට පස්සෙ දනිස් දෙකෙන් කකුල් නමල විලුඹ මගෙ පස්සෙ තට්ටම් දෙක ගාවට එනකල් ම තියල තදට බැන්ද. ඒට පස්සෙ මගෙ උරහිසට පොඩ්ඩක් පල්ලෙහාට වැවිල තියෙන කොන්ඩෙ ගොතල කොන්ඩෙට තව හීනි ලනුවක් බැන්ද. ඒ ලනුවෙ අනික් කෙරවල කකුලෙ මහපට අඟිලි දෙක යාකරල බැන්ද. මට දැන් ඔලුව පහසුවෙන් කොහෙටවත් හරවන්න බෑ. මාව මුනින් අතට පෙරල්ල මගෙ අත් දෙක පිටිපස්සට කරගන්න කිවුව. ඒට පස්සෙ එයා මගෙ වැලමිට ලන්කරල එකට බඬ. ශානි කාමරේ අයිනෙ තිබුනු කබඩ් එක ඇරල ලොකු රතුපාට රබර් බෑග් එකකුයි තව මහත ලෙදර් පටි වලින් හදපු හැන්ගර් එකකුයි ගත්ත. ඒ ලෙදෙර් හැන්ගෙර් එක මගෙ පිටිපස්සට කරපු අත් දෙක අස්සෙන් දාල මට කෙලින් වෙන්න කිවුව. මට කෙලින් වෙනව තියා හැරෙන්නවත් බෑ. ශානි හිනාවෙවි අමාරුවෙන් මාව ඇදල බිමට දැම්ම.
අඩි තුනක් විතර උස මේසයකින් දඩස් ගාල වැටෙනකොට කොහොමද වේදනාව කියල අමුතුවෙන් කියන්න ඕනෙ නෑනෙ. ශානි එහෙම කලෙ ඕනෙ කමින්මයි. එයා දන්නව මට රිද්දන තරමට තමය් ආස කියල. මට වේදනාව වැඩි කමට අස්දෙකෙන් කඳුලු පැන්න. අස් දෙකෙන් කඳුලු ආවට කටින් කෑගැහුනට ඇඟ වේදනාවෙන් ඇඹරුනාට, මගෙ හිත සතුටින් පිරුනා. මගෙ ඇඟ තියෙන්නෙ ගුටුකෑමට සහ වේදනාවට හෑර වෙන කිසිදෙයකට නෙමෙයිනෙ. ශානි මාව එහෙම දාල එහා කාමරේට ගියා. මම දැන් තනියම ඉන්නෙ. හෙලවෙන්න කරන්න මොකුත් බෑ. මම අසරන වෙච්ච දාසියක් වගෙ බිම වැතිරිල ශානි නැවත එනතුරු බලා සිටිය. විනාඩි 5 ක් 10 ක් යනකොට ශානි ආයෙමත් කාමරය පැත්තට ආව. එයා උස යකඩ ෆ්‍රේම් එකකුත් තල්ලු කරන් ආවෙ. ඒ ෆ්‍රේම් එක අඩි 7 ක් විතර උසය්. එයා ලොකු බිලී කොක්කක් වගෙ එකකට ලනුවක් බැඬල ඒක ෆ්‍රේම් එක උඩින් යවල ඒට පස්සෙ මගෙ අත් දෙක යටින් සහ බෙල්ල වටෙ යවල තිබුනු ලෙදර් හැන්ගෙර් එකට හයි කරා. කරල මාව උඩට ඇද්ද. ෆ්‍රේම් එකේ උඩ බාර් එක කිට්ටුවට ගෙනල්ල ලනුව බැන්ඳ. මම දැන් එල්ලෙන පන්ච් බෑග් එකක්. තාම වැඩෙ ඉවර නැහැ. ශානි ඊලඟට අර රතුපාට ලෙදර් බෑග් එක අරගෙන මගෙ එල්ලෙන දනිස්දෙක ගාව ඉඳන් උඩට ඇතුල් කරා. ඒ බෑග් එක හරි තදයි. ශානි කිව්වෙ එහෙම තද වෙන එක හොඳයි කියල මොකද එතකොට මට ගහන කෙනා කොහෙත්ම දන්නෙනෑනෙ එයා ගහන්නෙ ඇතුලෙ ඉන්න අසරන කෙල්ලෙක් ට කියල. බෑග් එක බෙල්ල ගාවටම ඉස්සුවට පස්සෙ ශානි එයාගෙ බෑග් එක අතුලෙ තිබුනු බොල් ගැග් එකක් ගත්ත. ඒක හරිම ලොකුයි හබැයි මම දන්නව මගෙ කටෙන් කිසිම සද්දයක් පිට නොවෙන්නනම් අපහසුන්වෙන් හරි ඒක දාගන්න ඔනෙ කියල. මම මගෙ කට හොඳටම අරල එයාට ඒවැඩෙ පහසුවෙන් කරන්න ඉඩ දුන්න. දැන් ඔක්කොම වැඩ ලෑස්තියි. ශනි බෑග් එක අන්තිම ටිකත් උස්සල මගෙ ඔලුවත් සම්පූර්නයෙන්ම වැහෙන්න බෑග් එකේ කට තද කරල්ල ලේස් දැම්ම.
බෑග් එකේ මගෙ ඇස් දෙක ගාවින් පුන්චි සිදුරු දෙකක් විදල තිබ්බ. ඒක එලියෙන් බලපුවාම පුන්චි සිදුරක් උනාට මට ඒ සිදුරෙන් ගොඩක් එලිය පේනව. මම දැන් පුන්ච් බෑග් එක අතුලෙ මගේම ලෝකයක තනි උනා. මෙක නිකන් පන්ච් බෑග් එකක් නෙවෙයි මේක ඇතුලෙ අසරන කෙල්ලෙක් ඉන්නව කියල මෙ ලොකෙන්ම දන්නෙ ශානි විතරයි. කවුරු මට කොච්චර ගැහුවත් මට මේකෙන් ගැලවිල බේරෙන්න බැහැ. මට කෑ ගහල උදව් ඉල්ලන්න බැහැ. සැර පාරක් වැදිල මම මේක ඇතුලෙ මරුනත් කවුරුත් දන්නෙ නැහැ. මෙ හඟීම් ත්‍රාශජනක උනත් මේ තමය් මගෙ සිහිනය. ලෝකෙ වෙන කාටවත් පහසුවෙන් ලබා ගත නොහැකි අඳුරු අශාවක් මම අද ලබාගන්නයි යන්නෙ. ඒ බව මගෙ කකුල් දෙක මෙද්දෙ දෝරෙ ගලන තෙතමනය සාක්ශියි.
ශානි මට අවසාන උපදෙස් ටික දුන්න.
"කෙල්ලෙ ඔයා මේ කරන්නෙ ඉතාම භයානක වැඩක්"
"මම දන්නව මේක ඔයාගෙ සිහිනය සැබෑ වීමක් කියල"
"හැබයි මතක තියගන්න, ඔයාට කවුරු හරි සීමව ඉක්මවල ගහුව කියල මට නවත්තන විදියක් නැහැ."
"සමහර විට ඔයාට සිහිය නැතිවෙයි, මට ඒ බව දැනගන්න විදියක් නැහැ."
"කස්ටමර් ට ඔයා පන්ච් බෑග් එකක් මිස වෙන දෙයක් නෙවෙයි"
"ඒක නිසා කිසිම හේතුවකට කිසිම සද්දයක් එලියට නොයන්න වගබලා ගන්න"
"හරිද"
මට කටින් උත්තර දෙන්න බැරි උනත් මම සිතෙන් එයාය පොරොන්දු උනා. මම මැරුනත් ඒ බව එලියට දැනෙන්න දෙන්නෙ නැහැ කියල.
ශානි හිමින් සැරෙ යකඩ ෆ්‍රේම් එක මාවත් එක්කම ප්ලේ ඒරියා එකට තල්ලු කරගෙන ගියා. ඒ වෙනකොට කපල් එකකුය් තව කොල්ලෙකුය් ජිම් එකට ඇවිත් හිටියෙ. මාව ගෙනත් තියෙනව එගොල්ලන්ට එච්චර ගානක් උනෙ නැහැ. කොහොමත් එගොල්ලන්ට පේන්නෙ පන්ච් බෑග් එකක් විතරනෙ.
කපල් එක ත්‍රෙඩ් මිල් එකෙන් බැහැල මගෙ කිට්ටුවට ආව. ඒ පිරිමි කෙනා එහෙට මෙහෙට ඇවිදින්න ගත්ත. එක පාරටම් මන් ගාව නැවතිල එයාගෙ වම් අතින් මට හය්යෙන් ශොට් එකක් දුන්න. එක වැදුනෙ හරියටම මගෙ බඩ මැද්දට. මට තරු විසිඋනා. මට හිතන්න වෙලාවක් ඉතුරු කරන්නෙ නතුව ආයෙ දකුනු අතිනුත් පාරක් දුන්න. මට හුස්ම ගන්නත් අමාරු තරමට සැර පාරක් තමයි වැදුනෙ. මම අද මෙතන ඉන්නෙ ගුටි කන්න මිසක් සැප විදින්න නෙමෙයිනෙ කියල මම මත්ක කර ගත්ත. ඒ සර් වර්කෞට් කරන ගමන් මට වරින් වර එහෙම පහර ඩීගෙන තමයි ගියෙ. ගොඩක් පාරවල් වැදුනෙ බඩට. සමහර පාරවල් බඩෙ අනිත් පත්තෙනුත් එන්න ඇති. ඒ තරමට සැරයි. සමහර පාරවල් මගෙ තන් දෙකේ පහස ලැබුව. පාරවල් ඩෙකක් මගෙ යටි බඩටත් වඩුන. මට දවස් ගානක් ශුවර් එකට චූ කරන්න බැරිවෙන්නව.
ටික වෙලාවකින් ඒ සර් ගෙ මැඩම් එතනට ආව. එයා ඇත්තටම හරි ලස්සනයි. ලස්සන අඟක් තිබුනෙ. ඒ දෙන්න මොනවද ඉන්ග්‍රිසියෙන් කතා කර කර මට ගැහුව. සර් පිටිපස්සෙන් ගහනව මට ඉතින් පේන්නෙ නැහැ. මැඩම් ඉස්සරහෙන් ගහනව. මැඩම් අතින් ගහන පාරවල් එච්චර රිදුනෙ නැති උනාට එයා වරින් වර පයින් ගහනකොට මාව දෙකට කැඩෙයි කියල මට හිතුනෙ. දෙන්නටම මහන්සි බව පෙනුනත් ඒ දෙන්න හොඳට එන්ජොය් කරනව කියල මට තේරුනා. මට හුස්ම ගැනීමට වෙලාවක් නැහැ. දෙන්නම මගෙ කෑලි කුඩු කරනව. මගෙ ඔලුව දන් හොදටම කැරකෙනව. ඇස් නිලන්කාර වේගෙන එන්නෙ. මේ දෙන්න මාව අද පන පිටින් මේ බෑග් එකේ ඉතුරු කරන එකක් නැහැ.
ශානි මට අන්තිමට දීපු උපදෙස් මගෙ ඔලුවෙ දොන්කාර දුන්න. එක පාරටම මැඩම් උඩ පැනල දුන්න පාරක් මගෙ මූන හරියටම. මගෙ ඇස් පේන්නැතුව ගියා. මම දැන ගත්ත මම මැරෙන බව. මගෙ අන්තිම ප්‍රාර්තනාව උනේ මට මේ සැප ලබාදුන්නු ඒ සර් සහ මැඩම් ලග මා ආත්මයක් ආත්මයක් ගානෙ ඉපිද ඔවුන්ගේ පා පහරින් මියයන්නට ලැබෙන ලෙසයි.
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මෙම් බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි සියලු අයිතිවාසිකම් Slave Ceylon වෙතයි. මෙහි එන කතා ලින්ගික හින්සනයෙන් තොර උවත් බාල වයස්කරුවන්ගේ පැමිනීම හෝ කියවීම සපුරා තහනම්ය. මෙහි එන කතා සියල්ල සිතින් ගොතන ලද කතාවන අතර මෙහි සඳහන් සියලු සබැඳි හෝ නම් ගම් හෝ සිද්දීන් මනඃකල්පිත වේ. මෙහි එන සිතලු කිසිවක් සථ්‍ය ජීවිතයේදී අත්හදා බැලීම නොකරන ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙත තරයේ අවවාද කරනු ලැබේ. එවැනි ක්‍රියාවන් ශ්‍රී ලංකාවේ ක්‍රියාත්මක නීති රීති මගින් දැඩි දඩුවන් ලැබිය හැකිවන්නේය. සියලු චෝදනා සහ පැමිනිලි slave.ceylon@gmail.com වෙත එවිය හැක. පාඨකයින් විසින් ඵල කරන අදහස් හෝ කරුනු වෙත බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙ හිමිකරු වග නොකියවෙන අතර සදාචාරාත්මක නොවන කරුනු දැක්වීමෙන් වලකින ලෙස පාඨකයන් වෙතින් ඉල්ලාසිටුනු ලැබේ. එවැනි කරුනක් වෙතොත් එය වහා ඉවත් කිරිමට බ්ලොග් පිටුවෙහි හිමිකරු වෙත සියලු බලතල ඇත.
ෂානිත් මමත් ත්‍රීවීල් එකෙන් බැහැගත් ගමන් ජිම් එකේ පිටිපස්ස් පැත්තෙන් හිමින් සීරුවෙ ඇතුල් උනා. තාම වෙලාව හවස 4 නිසා වැඩිය සෙනග ඇවිත් නැහැ.
ශානි මේ ජිම් එකේ වැඩ කරන්නෙ අවුරුදු පහක විතර ඉඳල. එයා මට වැඩිය අවුරුදු දෙකක් විතර වැඩිමල් උනාට අපි තමයි හොඳම යාලුවො. මම එයාට හංගන කිසිම රහසක් නෑ. අද මේ ගමන ආවෙත් අපි අතරෙ තියෙන විශ්වාසය නිසයි. මට තාම හිතා ගන්න බෑ මගෙ මේ හීනය හබෑ වීම ගැන.
මම ලොකු ලමයෙක් වෙච්ච දවස් වල ඉඳල මගෙ හිතේ අමුතුම ආශාවක් ඇතිවුනා. මට ආසයි මැරෙනකල් ගුටිකන්න. කවුරුහරි මට ගහනවන්ම් හරි හුස්ම හිර වෙනකල් පාගනවනම් මම හරි ආසයි. එහෙම දේවල් හිතෙන් මවාගෙන මම අනන්තවත් අඟිලි සෙල්ලම කරනව.
ශානි මේක දැනගත්ත දවසෙ ඉඳල පොරොන්ඳු උනා මගෙ සිහිනය සැබෑ කරල දෙන්නම් කියල. එය ජිම් එකේ ඇඩ්මිනිස්ට්‍රේශන් බලන නිසා වැඩි කරදරයක් නැතුව අද මේ වැඩේ සෙට් කරා.
ශානි මාව අරන්ගිහින් මේසයක දිගා කරල මගෙ ඔක්කොම අඳුම් ගැලෙව්ව. ගලවල මගෙ කකුල් දෙක වලලුකරෙන් ලන්කරල බැන්ද. ඊට පස්සෙ දනිස් දෙකෙන් කකුල් නමල විලුඹ මගෙ පස්සෙ තට්ටම් දෙක ගාවට එනකල් ම තියල තදට බැන්ද. ඒට පස්සෙ මගෙ උරහිසට පොඩ්ඩක් පල්ලෙහාට වැවිල තියෙන කොන්ඩෙ ගොතල කොන්ඩෙට තව හීනි ලනුවක් බැන්ද. ඒ ලනුවෙ අනික් කෙරවල කකුලෙ මහපට අඟිලි දෙක යාකරල බැන්ද. මට දැන් ඔලුව පහසුවෙන් කොහෙටවත් හරවන්න බෑ. මාව මුනින් අතට පෙරල්ල මගෙ අත් දෙක පිටිපස්සට කරගන්න කිවුව. ඒට පස්සෙ එයා මගෙ වැලමිට ලන්කරල එකට බඬ. ශානි කාමරේ අයිනෙ තිබුනු කබඩ් එක ඇරල ලොකු රතුපාට රබර් බෑග් එකකුයි තව මහත ලෙදර් පටි වලින් හදපු හැන්ගර් එකකුයි ගත්ත. ඒ ලෙදෙර් හැන්ගෙර් එක මගෙ පිටිපස්සට කරපු අත් දෙක අස්සෙන් දාල මට කෙලින් වෙන්න කිවුව. මට කෙලින් වෙනව තියා හැරෙන්නවත් බෑ. ශානි හිනාවෙවි අමාරුවෙන් මාව ඇදල බිමට දැම්ම.
අඩි තුනක් විතර උස මේසයකින් දඩස් ගාල වැටෙනකොට කොහොමද වේදනාව කියල අමුතුවෙන් කියන්න ඕනෙ නෑනෙ. ශානි එහෙම කලෙ ඕනෙ කමින්මයි. එයා දන්නව මට රිද්දන තරමට තමය් ආස කියල. මට වේදනාව වැඩි කමට අස්දෙකෙන් කඳුලු පැන්න. අස් දෙකෙන් කඳුලු ආවට කටින් කෑගැහුනට ඇඟ වේදනාවෙන් ඇඹරුනාට, මගෙ හිත සතුටින් පිරුනා. මගෙ ඇඟ තියෙන්නෙ ගුටුකෑමට සහ වේදනාවට හෑර වෙන කිසිදෙයකට නෙමෙයිනෙ. ශානි මාව එහෙම දාල එහා කාමරේට ගියා. මම දැන් තනියම ඉන්නෙ. හෙලවෙන්න කරන්න මොකුත් බෑ. මම අසරන වෙච්ච දාසියක් වගෙ බිම වැතිරිල ශානි නැවත එනතුරු බලා සිටිය. විනාඩි 5 ක් 10 ක් යනකොට ශානි ආයෙමත් කාමරය පැත්තට ආව. එයා උස යකඩ ෆ්‍රේම් එකකුත් තල්ලු කරන් ආවෙ. ඒ ෆ්‍රේම් එක අඩි 7 ක් විතර උසය්. එයා ලොකු බිලී කොක්කක් වගෙ එකකට ලනුවක් බැඬල ඒක ෆ්‍රේම් එක උඩින් යවල ඒට පස්සෙ මගෙ අත් දෙක යටින් සහ බෙල්ල වටෙ යවල තිබුනු ලෙදර් හැන්ගෙර් එකට හයි කරා. කරල මාව උඩට ඇද්ද. ෆ්‍රේම් එකේ උඩ බාර් එක කිට්ටුවට ගෙනල්ල ලනුව බැන්ඳ. මම දැන් එල්ලෙන පන්ච් බෑග් එකක්. තාම වැඩෙ ඉවර නැහැ. ශානි ඊලඟට අර රතුපාට ලෙදර් බෑග් එක අරගෙන මගෙ එල්ලෙන දනිස්දෙක ගාව ඉඳන් උඩට ඇතුල් කරා. ඒ බෑග් එක හරි තදයි. ශානි කිව්වෙ එහෙම තද වෙන එක හොඳයි කියල මොකද එතකොට මට ගහන කෙනා කොහෙත්ම දන්නෙනෑනෙ එයා ගහන්නෙ ඇතුලෙ ඉන්න අසරන කෙල්ලෙක් ට කියල. බෑග් එක බෙල්ල ගාවටම ඉස්සුවට පස්සෙ ශානි එයාගෙ බෑග් එක අතුලෙ තිබුනු බොල් ගැග් එකක් ගත්ත. ඒක හරිම ලොකුයි හබැයි මම දන්නව මගෙ කටෙන් කිසිම සද්දයක් පිට නොවෙන්නනම් අපහසුන්වෙන් හරි ඒක දාගන්න ඔනෙ කියල. මම මගෙ කට හොඳටම අරල එයාට ඒවැඩෙ පහසුවෙන් කරන්න ඉඩ දුන්න. දැන් ඔක්කොම වැඩ ලෑස්තියි. ශනි බෑග් එක අන්තිම ටිකත් උස්සල මගෙ ඔලුවත් සම්පූර්නයෙන්ම වැහෙන්න බෑග් එකේ කට තද කරල්ල ලේස් දැම්ම.
බෑග් එකේ මගෙ ඇස් දෙක ගාවින් පුන්චි සිදුරු දෙකක් විදල තිබ්බ. ඒක එලියෙන් බලපුවාම පුන්චි සිදුරක් උනාට මට ඒ සිදුරෙන් ගොඩක් එලිය පේනව. මම දැන් පුන්ච් බෑග් එක අතුලෙ මගේම ලෝකයක තනි උනා. මෙක නිකන් පන්ච් බෑග් එකක් නෙවෙයි මේක ඇතුලෙ අසරන කෙල්ලෙක් ඉන්නව කියල මෙ ලොකෙන්ම දන්නෙ ශානි විතරයි. කවුරු මට කොච්චර ගැහුවත් මට මේකෙන් ගැලවිල බේරෙන්න බැහැ. මට කෑ ගහල උදව් ඉල්ලන්න බැහැ. සැර පාරක් වැදිල මම මේක ඇතුලෙ මරුනත් කවුරුත් දන්නෙ නැහැ. මෙ හඟීම් ත්‍රාශජනක උනත් මේ තමය් මගෙ සිහිනය. ලෝකෙ වෙන කාටවත් පහසුවෙන් ලබා ගත නොහැකි අඳුරු අශාවක් මම අද ලබාගන්නයි යන්නෙ. ඒ බව මගෙ කකුල් දෙක මෙද්දෙ දෝරෙ ගලන තෙතමනය සාක්ශියි.
ශානි මට අවසාන උපදෙස් ටික දුන්න.
"කෙල්ලෙ ඔයා මේ කරන්නෙ ඉතාම භයානක වැඩක්"
"මම දන්නව මේක ඔයාගෙ සිහිනය සැබෑ වීමක් කියල"
"හැබයි මතක තියගන්න, ඔයාට කවුරු හරි සීමව ඉක්මවල ගහුව කියල මට නවත්තන විදියක් නැහැ."
"සමහර විට ඔයාට සිහිය නැතිවෙයි, මට ඒ බව දැනගන්න විදියක් නැහැ."
"කස්ටමර් ට ඔයා පන්ච් බෑග් එකක් මිස වෙන දෙයක් නෙවෙයි"
"ඒක නිසා කිසිම හේතුවකට කිසිම සද්දයක් එලියට නොයන්න වගබලා ගන්න"
"හරිද"
මට කටින් උත්තර දෙන්න බැරි උනත් මම සිතෙන් එයාය පොරොන්දු උනා. මම මැරුනත් ඒ බව එලියට දැනෙන්න දෙන්නෙ නැහැ කියල.
ශානි හිමින් සැරෙ යකඩ ෆ්‍රේම් එක මාවත් එක්කම ප්ලේ ඒරියා එකට තල්ලු කරගෙන ගියා. ඒ වෙනකොට කපල් එකකුය් තව කොල්ලෙකුය් ජිම් එකට ඇවිත් හිටියෙ. මාව ගෙනත් තියෙනව එගොල්ලන්ට එච්චර ගානක් උනෙ නැහැ. කොහොමත් එගොල්ලන්ට පේන්නෙ පන්ච් බෑග් එකක් විතරනෙ.
කපල් එක ත්‍රෙඩ් මිල් එකෙන් බැහැල මගෙ කිට්ටුවට ආව. ඒ පිරිමි කෙනා එහෙට මෙහෙට ඇවිදින්න ගත්ත. එක පාරටම් මන් ගාව නැවතිල එයාගෙ වම් අතින් මට හය්යෙන් ශොට් එකක් දුන්න. එක වැදුනෙ හරියටම මගෙ බඩ මැද්දට. මට තරු විසිඋනා. මට හිතන්න වෙලාවක් ඉතුරු කරන්නෙ නතුව ආයෙ දකුනු අතිනුත් පාරක් දුන්න. මට හුස්ම ගන්නත් අමාරු තරමට සැර පාරක් තමයි වැදුනෙ. මම අද මෙතන ඉන්නෙ ගුටි කන්න මිසක් සැප විදින්න නෙමෙයිනෙ කියල මම මත්ක කර ගත්ත. ඒ සර් වර්කෞට් කරන ගමන් මට වරින් වර එහෙම පහර ඩීගෙන තමයි ගියෙ. ගොඩක් පාරවල් වැදුනෙ බඩට. සමහර පාරවල් බඩෙ අනිත් පත්තෙනුත් එන්න ඇති. ඒ තරමට සැරයි. සමහර පාරවල් මගෙ තන් දෙකේ පහස ලැබුව. පාරවල් ඩෙකක් මගෙ යටි බඩටත් වඩුන. මට දවස් ගානක් ශුවර් එකට චූ කරන්න බැරිවෙන්නව.
ටික වෙලාවකින් ඒ සර් ගෙ මැඩම් එතනට ආව. එයා ඇත්තටම හරි ලස්සනයි. ලස්සන අඟක් තිබුනෙ. ඒ දෙන්න මොනවද ඉන්ග්‍රිසියෙන් කතා කර කර මට ගැහුව. සර් පිටිපස්සෙන් ගහනව මට ඉතින් පේන්නෙ නැහැ. මැඩම් ඉස්සරහෙන් ගහනව. මැඩම් අතින් ගහන පාරවල් එච්චර රිදුනෙ නැති උනාට එයා වරින් වර පයින් ගහනකොට මාව දෙකට කැඩෙයි කියල මට හිතුනෙ. දෙන්නටම මහන්සි බව පෙනුනත් ඒ දෙන්න හොඳට එන්ජොය් කරනව කියල මට තේරුනා. මට හුස්ම ගැනීමට වෙලාවක් නැහැ. දෙන්නම මගෙ කෑලි කුඩු කරනව. මගෙ ඔලුව දන් හොදටම කැරකෙනව. ඇස් නිලන්කාර වේගෙන එන්නෙ. මේ දෙන්න මාව අද පන පිටින් මේ බෑග් එකේ ඉතුරු කරන එකක් නැහැ.
ශානි මට අන්තිමට දීපු උපදෙස් මගෙ ඔලුවෙ දොන්කාර දුන්න. එක පාරටම මැඩම් උඩ පැනල දුන්න පාරක් මගෙ මූන හරියටම. මගෙ ඇස් පේන්නැතුව ගියා. මම දැන ගත්ත මම මැරෙන බව. මගෙ අන්තිම ප්‍රාර්තනාව උනේ මට මේ සැප ලබාදුන්නු ඒ සර් සහ මැඩම් ලග මා ආත්මයක් ආත්මයක් ගානෙ ඉපිද ඔවුන්ගේ පා පහරින් මියයන්නට ලැබෙන ලෙසයි.
මට මතක එච්චරයි.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Meena at Service
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18 year old Meena is a pretty in the army still undergoing training at the camp D….. Tall, slim and fair skinned she is the most beautiful girl in her batch. After six days of rigorous training they get an off day on Sunday. On such a Sunday, after washing her cloths and taking a bath she was relaxing in the billet when she was told by a sergeant to take the afternoon tea of their C/O to her room. The C/O in charge of the girls was Lieutenant Theja,a big made woman in her late twenties. All the girls feared her as she was in the habit severely punishing the girls for the slightest of mistakes. Her punishments ranged from being made to run in the ground under hot sun or a couple of hard slap across the face or both.
Holding the tray in her trembling hands Meena started walking towards the C/O’s room. When she knocked on the door a voice inside asked her to come in. As she went in Meena saw the lieutenant in shorts and t-shirt reading a book, seated in a chair. Meena stood to attention.
“Good afternoon madam I brought your tea”
“Place it on the table” Theja said.
Meena did as she was told, stood to attention again and started to leave.
“Wait a minute girl “said the lieutenant.
Terrified girl turned back.When she saw Theja looking at her with piercing eyes Meena lowered her head.
Theja walked up to her and lifted her chin.Meena started to wriggle.
“Look how beautiful you are girl you are the prettiest of the lot”
After examining her closely Theja went back to her seat as Meena stood motionless.
“Take off your cloths girl.Show me your beauty”
Meena was shocked by what the lieutenant said.She started pleading with her.
‘Please madam ,if someone comes?
Don’t worry no one will come this way.Hurry up girl.”That was more like an order.
Tearful Meena started to take her clothes off one by one.She took off her t-shirt and track bottom and stood in her bra and panties.
“Come on all off “said the impatient Theja.
Meena complied .Theja began to admire her body.Her breasts were small and firm.Stomach was flat and as the practice in the army her pubic hair had been removed.Theja felt desire building up when she examined Meena’s naked figure.
“Turnaround.Show me your backside”
Meena turned around facing the wall.When Theja saw the girl’s plump bottom she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.She stood up and pounced on the naked girl like hungry tigress.She turned the girl around,held her tightly and started kissing her in the lips and cheeks.Her strong hands slid down Meena’s back and on to her buttocks.Meena closed her eyes as Theja’s hands explored every inch of her body.After savouring the girls lips she bent down and kissed her nipples. Then she held the girl by the shoulder and almost dragged her to the bed, lifted the girl like feather and laid her on the bed.Theja then took her cloths off.When Meena saw the lieutenant undress she closed her eyes.
“Get on your knees girl’ Theja said as she herself got in the bed.Meena obeyed .Theja came from behind, put her arm around the naked girl and held her tightly.She then put two fingers of her other hand in her mouth, wet them and started to explore the soft spot between the girl’s legs.Meena felt a strange pleasure building up inside as Theja’s fingers moved .She rested her head on Theja’s shoulder and started moaning. She was beginning to enjoy the torment of the dominant woman. Suddenly there was an explosion of pleasure as her body went limp. She let out a scream and fell on the bed face down,panting.Theja allowed the shivering girl to rest a while as she readied for her next move.
Now it was Theja’s turn as she turned the girl around, straddled her face and lowered herself on to the girl’s mouth as Meena ‘s hands wrapped around her huge thighs.
‘Stick your tongue out” Theja ordered as Meena extended her tongue as much as possible.She then put her hands behind the girl’s head holding it tightly between her legs and began to move back and forward on the girl’s mouth. Meena felt Theja’s wetness trickling in to her mouth as Theja’s movements became faster.It was difficult for Meena to keep on extending her tongue in this fashion but she couldn’t disappoint her superior. Afterall hadn’t Theja pleasured her. Finally she came to halt letting out loud scream and fell on the bed.They laid on the bed locked in each other’s arms before going to the bathroom and taking a shower together.When Meena put on her cloths back on started to leave Theja walked up to the door and planted a kiss on the girl’s cheeks and said
“Come again”
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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.
18 year old Meena is a pretty in the army still undergoing training at the camp D….. Tall, slim and fair skinned she is the most beautiful girl in her batch. After six days of rigorous training they get an off day on Sunday. On such a Sunday, after washing her cloths and taking a bath she was relaxing in the billet when she was told by a sergeant to take the afternoon tea of their C/O to her room. The C/O in charge of the girls was Lieutenant Theja,a big made woman in her late twenties. All the girls feared her as she was in the habit severely punishing the girls for the slightest of mistakes. Her punishments ranged from being made to run in the ground under hot sun or a couple of hard slap across the face or both.
Holding the tray in her trembling hands Meena started walking towards the C/O’s room. When she knocked on the door a voice inside asked her to come in. As she went in Meena saw the lieutenant in shorts and t-shirt reading a book, seated in a chair. Meena stood to attention.
“Good afternoon madam I brought your tea”
“Place it on the table” Theja said.
Meena did as she was told, stood to attention again and started to leave.
“Wait a minute girl “said the lieutenant.
Terrified girl turned back.When she saw Theja looking at her with piercing eyes Meena lowered her head.
Theja walked up to her and lifted her chin.Meena started to wriggle.
“Look how beautiful you are girl you are the prettiest of the lot”
After examining her closely Theja went back to her seat as Meena stood motionless.
“Take off your cloths girl.Show me your beauty”
Meena was shocked by what the lieutenant said.She started pleading with her.
‘Please madam ,if someone comes?
Don’t worry no one will come this way.Hurry up girl.”That was more like an order.
Tearful Meena started to take her clothes off one by one.She took off her t-shirt and track bottom and stood in her bra and panties.
“Come on all off “said the impatient Theja.
Meena complied .Theja began to admire her body.Her breasts were small and firm.Stomach was flat and as the practice in the army her pubic hair had been removed.Theja felt desire building up when she examined Meena’s naked figure.
“Turnaround.Show me your backside”
Meena turned around facing the wall.When Theja saw the girl’s plump bottom she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.She stood up and pounced on the naked girl like hungry tigress.She turned the girl around,held her tightly and started kissing her in the lips and cheeks.Her strong hands slid down Meena’s back and on to her buttocks.Meena closed her eyes as Theja’s hands explored every inch of her body.After savouring the girls lips she bent down and kissed her nipples. Then she held the girl by the shoulder and almost dragged her to the bed, lifted the girl like feather and laid her on the bed.Theja then took her cloths off.When Meena saw the lieutenant undress she closed her eyes.
“Get on your knees girl’ Theja said as she herself got in the bed.Meena obeyed .Theja came from behind, put her arm around the naked girl and held her tightly.She then put two fingers of her other hand in her mouth, wet them and started to explore the soft spot between the girl’s legs.Meena felt a strange pleasure building up inside as Theja’s fingers moved .She rested her head on Theja’s shoulder and started moaning. She was beginning to enjoy the torment of the dominant woman. Suddenly there was an explosion of pleasure as her body went limp. She let out a scream and fell on the bed face down,panting.Theja allowed the shivering girl to rest a while as she readied for her next move.
Now it was Theja’s turn as she turned the girl around, straddled her face and lowered herself on to the girl’s mouth as Meena ‘s hands wrapped around her huge thighs.
‘Stick your tongue out” Theja ordered as Meena extended her tongue as much as possible.She then put her hands behind the girl’s head holding it tightly between her legs and began to move back and forward on the girl’s mouth. Meena felt Theja’s wetness trickling in to her mouth as Theja’s movements became faster.It was difficult for Meena to keep on extending her tongue in this fashion but she couldn’t disappoint her superior. Afterall hadn’t Theja pleasured her. Finally she came to halt letting out loud scream and fell on the bed.They laid on the bed locked in each other’s arms before going to the bathroom and taking a shower together.When Meena put on her cloths back on started to leave Theja walked up to the door and planted a kiss on the girl’s cheeks and said
“Come again”
Thursday, September 13, 2012
වල් බොස් (Foot fetish Boss)
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වල් බොස්
මම ගෑන මුලින් ටිටක් කියල ඉන්නම්. මගෙ නම අචලා. උස 5' 8" යි. ඉන 26' යි. තලෙලුයි. මම ඇළ් ඉවර කලේ 2003 අවුරුද්දෙ. සෙකන්ඩ් ශයි ට්‍රයි කරන්න මට ආසාවක් තිබුනෙ නෑහෑ. ප්‍රොෆෙශනල් කොර්ස් එකක් කරන්න කලින් එන්ග්ලිශ් ඉම්පෘ කරගන්න ඕනෙ නිසා මම පන්තියකට ගියා. එතනට ආපු ස්ටුඩන්ට් කෙනෙක මාර්ගයෙන් මට සෙකට්‍රි කුම් රෙසෙප්ශන් ජොබ් එකක් හම්ම උනා.
මම කොලබ ඉපදිලා කොලබ ඉස්කොලෙ ඉගෙනගෙන හොඩට තෙම්පරාදු උන කෙල්ලෙක්. ඈටෙන්ශන් එක ගන්න අදින පලදින විදිය අමුතුවෙන් ඉගෙනගන්න ඕන උනේ නෑ. මම ඉන්ටර්විව් ගිය පලවෙනි දවසෙම ලොක්කව පිස්සුවෑට්ටුව. ජොබ් එක ශුවර් කියල දෑන ගත්තෙ රූම් එකෙන් එලියට එනකොට මගෙ කකුල්දෙකය් පිටිපස්සයි දිහ පොර කෙල හලාගෙන බලන් හිටපු විදියෙන්මයි.
එතන ස්ටාෆ් එක 15ක් විතර හිටියා. මම රෙසෙප්ශන් ජොබ් එකත් කරන නිසා මම ඈන්දෙ සාරි. මම ටිකක් උස නිසාත්, පස්ස නටවන කලාව හොඩට ප්‍රගුන කර තිබීම නිසාත්, කොන්නඩය පස්ස ගාවටම ඈති නිසා සහ සිහින් දිගටි යටිපතුල් හයි හීල්ස් දෑම්මාම බෑබලිල කෑපිල පෙනෙන නිසාත් කට්ටිය මගේ පස්සෙන් වටෙන්න සතියක්වත් ගියේ නෑ.
ස්ටාෆ් එකේ කොල්ලො සහ එතනට එන සේල්ස් රෙප්ල ඈනයක් වෙන්න කලින් මම බොස්ට හොඩට ලන් උනා. බොස් ගෙ වයස 38යි. පෑලෙන්න සල්ලි තියෙනව. හෑබයි එච්චර උගත් කමක්නම් පේන්න නෑ. පොරට තිබුනෙ අමුතු විදියෙ ආසාවල් (ආසා + වල්). මිනිහ ෆූට් ෆෙටිශ් කාරයෙක්. දවස් දෙකකට හෝ තුනකට සෑරයක් මිනිහ මගෙ හීල්ස් ගෑන හරි යටි පතුලෙ සෑප සනීප ගෑන අහනව. නෑත්නම් මගේ ෆූට් ජුවලරීස් ගෑන ගොඩක් වෙලා කතා කරනව. මිනිහව පිස්සු වට්ටන්න මට කරන්න තියෙන්නෙ පොඩි ෆූට් ඩිස්ප්ලේ එකක් හරි බෙයා ෆූට් වොල්ක් එකක් දාන්න විතරයි.
ඔහොම ටික දවසක් ගෙවිල ගියාට පස්සෙ දවසක. මම බොස් ගෙ ඩෙස්ක් එකේ එයගෙ පෑත්තෙම වාඩ්වෙලා ෆයිල්ස් වගයක් චෙක් කර කර හිටියා. මට තේරෙනව මිනිහට වෑඩේ ෆෝකස් කරනවට වෑඩියෙන් මගෙ අගට සහ කකුලට ෆෝකස් වෙනව කියල. මට හිතුන පොඩි එක්ස්පෙරිමන්ට් එකක් කරල බලන්න. මම බොරුවට කෝල් එකක් ආව වගෙ කාමරෙන් එලියට ආව හෙමින් හෙමින් ඈවිදගෙන. ඕනෙ කමින්ම මගෙ හයි හීල්ස් දෙක බොස් ගෙ සීට් එක ගාවින්මයි දාලයි ආවෙ. එලියට ආවට පස්සෙ පොඩ්ඩක් එහෙමට මෙහෙට රස්තියාදුවක් දෑම්මා. මම ඔෆිස් එකේ බෙයා ෆූට් යන එක කට්ටියට දෑන් අමුතු දෙයක් නෙමෙයි. කෙල්ලො ඊරියාවෙ පුපුරනව. කොල්ලො සෙම බේරනව.
විනාඩි 10 කට විතර පස්සෙ මම බොස්ගෙ දොරල තට්ටුවක් දාල ඈතුලට ආව. බොස් සද්ද නෑතුව බිම බලාගෙන වෑඩ. "සොරි සර්... මට ගෙදරින් කෝල් එක ආවෙ...". බොස් ඕකේ කීව මිසක් වෙන මුකුත් කිව්වෙ නෑ. කොහොමත් මට බොස් මොකුත් එහෙම කියන්නෙ නෑ. ඔන්න ආයි මම වෑඩ පටන් ගත්ත. මේ අතරෙ මම කකුලෙන් මගෙ ශුශ් දෙකේ ලොකේශන් චෙක් කරා. මම හිතුව හරි. ඒව තිබුන තෑන නෙමෙයි තිබුනෙ. පොඩ්ඩක් එහෙමෙහෙ වෙලා. මම හෙමින් සෑරේ තව පොඩ්ඩක් වෙලා යන්න දුන්නා ලන්ච් වෙලාව එනකල්. ඔන්න ලන්ච් වෙලාව ආව. "සර් මම එහෙනම් ලන්ච් අරගෙන එන්නම්..." බොස් "හ්ම්ම්..." කිවුව විතරයි. මම නෑගිටල මගෙ වම් කකුල ශු එකට හෙමින් සෑරේ දෑම්මා.
"අපෝ සර් .. මේ මොනවද මේ...?" "මොනවද මේ මගෙ සපත්තුව මෑද්දෙ ඈලෙනව ඈලෙනව වගෙ තියෙන්නෙ...?". බොස් ගෙ මූණට ලජ්ජාව සහ කාමය පිරිච්ච හිනාවක් ආව. මමත් බොස්ගෙ මූණ ටික වෙලාවක් බලන් ඉඩල හිනවකින් වෙලා තියෙන දේ තෙරුන බව පෙන්නුව. "සර් මේ සපත්තු දෙකට ආසද?..." මම බොස්ගෙන් උත්ත්‍රයක් බලපොරොතු උනෙ නෑහ. හෑබෑයි බොස් මම හිතුවට වඩා ෆොර්වඩ්. "ඔව් කෙල්ලෙ... මම ඔයා දාන සපතුතු වලට ගොඩාක් ආදරෙයි."... "ඊටත් වෑඩිය මම ඔයාගෙ කකුල් වලට.. ඔයාගෙ ලස්සන යටිපතුල් වලට හරි ආසයි...". මම බොස් ගෑන පෑහදුනා. "සර් කෑමති දෙයක් තියෙනවනම් කියන්න... ලෑජ්ජ වෙන්න එපා..." මම කිව්ව. "එහෙම නෑ කෙල්ලෙ... මට තිබුනෙ බයක් විතරයි.. ඔයා මගෙ අශාවල් දෑනගත්තම බය වෙයි කියල... " බොස් කියාගෙන කියාගෙන ගියා. "අනික ප්ලීස්.. ඔයා මේක පිට කාටවත් කියන්න එපා... ඒක ඔයාටමයි හොඩනෑත්තෙ...".
"පිස්සුද සර්.. මම මේව පිටදි කතකරන්නෙ නෑ. ..." මම බොස්ට හේත්තු වෙනගමන් කිවුව. මට දෑන් පේනව කලිසමට යටින් උන්ඩය සෑරට නලියනව. "සර් කෑමතිද මම ස'ර් ගෙ මෙතන පාගනවට...?" මම මගෙ දකුනු කකුල පොරගෙ කලිසම උඩින් තියනගමන් ඈහුව... "ඔ..ඔව් ක්කෙල්ලෙ.. ඔ ඔ ඔවු" බොස් ගෑහෙන කට හඩින් කිවුවා. මගෙ කකුල මිනිහගෙ එකේ ගෑවුන වෙලවෙම මිනිහට බඩු යන්න වගෙ. මම දෙවෙනි සෑරේ උඩට අතුල්ලනකොටම බොස් ගෑස්සිලා කෙන්ඩිරි ගෑවුනා. මට හිනා. මට ඒ එක්කම පොඩි ආඩම්බරයකුත් දෙනුන මම ගෑන. මේ වගෙ වයයක හොඩට සෙක්ස් ප්ලේ කරල තියෙන මිනිහෙක්ට මගෙ එක පා පහරකින් බුඩු යවන්න පුලුවන් උන එක ගෑන.
බොස් ඊට පස්සෙ මට එයාගෙ ඩෙස්ක් එක උඩ වාඩි වෙන්න කියල මගෙ කකුල් දෙක සහ යටිපතුල් ඉබගෙන ඉබගෙන ගියා. බොස් හෑසිරුනේ පොඩි එකෙකුට අයිස් ක්‍රීම් එකක් අහු උනා වගෙ. මම එයාට අති වෙනකල් එහෙම කරන්න දුන්නා. මගෙ නගියත් ඒ වෙනකොට හොඩටම තෙත් වෙලයි තිබුනෙ. "සර් ඊට පස්ස්සෙ මගෙ මූණ දිහා පිස්සුවෙන් වගෙ බලල අහුව "කෙල්ලෙ මම මේ මෑනික් කෑට දෙකේ රස බලන්නද...? " කියල. පලවෙනි දවසෙ ඕනෙවට වෑඩිය කලොත් කන්ට්‍රොල් නෑති වෙයි කියල හිතුනු නිසා මම කියුව. "අපිට තව වෙලා තියෙනවනෙ සර්.. ඒක නිසා අපි පස්සෙ වෙලාවක කරමු". බොස් ඒක පිලිගත්ත. පිලිඅරගෙන දිග' කිස් එකක් මගෙ යටිපතුල් දෙකටම දීල පරිස්සමින් බිමින් තිබ්බ. "කෙල්ලෙ .. දෙන්න ඔය සපත්තු දෙක.. මගේ ඒව පිහදාල දෙන්නම්". මම කිවුව "ඕනෙ නෑ සර් .. මම ආසයි ඒව පෑගෙනවට". බොස් ගෙ මුහුනෙ පුදුම සතුටකින් පිරිච්ච සිනහවෙක් තිබුනෙ..
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මම ගෑන මුලින් ටිටක් කියල ඉන්නම්. මගෙ නම අචලා. උස 5' 8" යි. ඉන 26' යි. තලෙලුයි. මම ඇළ් ඉවර කලේ 2003 අවුරුද්දෙ. සෙකන්ඩ් ශයි ට්‍රයි කරන්න මට ආසාවක් තිබුනෙ නෑහෑ. ප්‍රොෆෙශනල් කොර්ස් එකක් කරන්න කලින් එන්ග්ලිශ් ඉම්පෘ කරගන්න ඕනෙ නිසා මම පන්තියකට ගියා. එතනට ආපු ස්ටුඩන්ට් කෙනෙක මාර්ගයෙන් මට සෙකට්‍රි කුම් රෙසෙප්ශන් ජොබ් එකක් හම්ම උනා.
මම කොලබ ඉපදිලා කොලබ ඉස්කොලෙ ඉගෙනගෙන හොඩට තෙම්පරාදු උන කෙල්ලෙක්. ඈටෙන්ශන් එක ගන්න අදින පලදින විදිය අමුතුවෙන් ඉගෙනගන්න ඕන උනේ නෑ. මම ඉන්ටර්විව් ගිය පලවෙනි දවසෙම ලොක්කව පිස්සුවෑට්ටුව. ජොබ් එක ශුවර් කියල දෑන ගත්තෙ රූම් එකෙන් එලියට එනකොට මගෙ කකුල්දෙකය් පිටිපස්සයි දිහ පොර කෙල හලාගෙන බලන් හිටපු විදියෙන්මයි.
එතන ස්ටාෆ් එක 15ක් විතර හිටියා. මම රෙසෙප්ශන් ජොබ් එකත් කරන නිසා මම ඈන්දෙ සාරි. මම ටිකක් උස නිසාත්, පස්ස නටවන කලාව හොඩට ප්‍රගුන කර තිබීම නිසාත්, කොන්නඩය පස්ස ගාවටම ඈති නිසා සහ සිහින් දිගටි යටිපතුල් හයි හීල්ස් දෑම්මාම බෑබලිල කෑපිල පෙනෙන නිසාත් කට්ටිය මගේ පස්සෙන් වටෙන්න සතියක්වත් ගියේ නෑ.
ස්ටාෆ් එකේ කොල්ලො සහ එතනට එන සේල්ස් රෙප්ල ඈනයක් වෙන්න කලින් මම බොස්ට හොඩට ලන් උනා. බොස් ගෙ වයස 38යි. පෑලෙන්න සල්ලි තියෙනව. හෑබයි එච්චර උගත් කමක්නම් පේන්න නෑ. පොරට තිබුනෙ අමුතු විදියෙ ආසාවල් (ආසා + වල්). මිනිහ ෆූට් ෆෙටිශ් කාරයෙක්. දවස් දෙකකට හෝ තුනකට සෑරයක් මිනිහ මගෙ හීල්ස් ගෑන හරි යටි පතුලෙ සෑප සනීප ගෑන අහනව. නෑත්නම් මගේ ෆූට් ජුවලරීස් ගෑන ගොඩක් වෙලා කතා කරනව. මිනිහව පිස්සු වට්ටන්න මට කරන්න තියෙන්නෙ පොඩි ෆූට් ඩිස්ප්ලේ එකක් හරි බෙයා ෆූට් වොල්ක් එකක් දාන්න විතරයි.
ඔහොම ටික දවසක් ගෙවිල ගියාට පස්සෙ දවසක. මම බොස් ගෙ ඩෙස්ක් එකේ එයගෙ පෑත්තෙම වාඩ්වෙලා ෆයිල්ස් වගයක් චෙක් කර කර හිටියා. මට තේරෙනව මිනිහට වෑඩේ ෆෝකස් කරනවට වෑඩියෙන් මගෙ අගට සහ කකුලට ෆෝකස් වෙනව කියල. මට හිතුන පොඩි එක්ස්පෙරිමන්ට් එකක් කරල බලන්න. මම බොරුවට කෝල් එකක් ආව වගෙ කාමරෙන් එලියට ආව හෙමින් හෙමින් ඈවිදගෙන. ඕනෙ කමින්ම මගෙ හයි හීල්ස් දෙක බොස් ගෙ සීට් එක ගාවින්මයි දාලයි ආවෙ. එලියට ආවට පස්සෙ පොඩ්ඩක් එහෙමට මෙහෙට රස්තියාදුවක් දෑම්මා. මම ඔෆිස් එකේ බෙයා ෆූට් යන එක කට්ටියට දෑන් අමුතු දෙයක් නෙමෙයි. කෙල්ලො ඊරියාවෙ පුපුරනව. කොල්ලො සෙම බේරනව.
විනාඩි 10 කට විතර පස්සෙ මම බොස්ගෙ දොරල තට්ටුවක් දාල ඈතුලට ආව. බොස් සද්ද නෑතුව බිම බලාගෙන වෑඩ. "සොරි සර්... මට ගෙදරින් කෝල් එක ආවෙ...". බොස් ඕකේ කීව මිසක් වෙන මුකුත් කිව්වෙ නෑ. කොහොමත් මට බොස් මොකුත් එහෙම කියන්නෙ නෑ. ඔන්න ආයි මම වෑඩ පටන් ගත්ත. මේ අතරෙ මම කකුලෙන් මගෙ ශුශ් දෙකේ ලොකේශන් චෙක් කරා. මම හිතුව හරි. ඒව තිබුන තෑන නෙමෙයි තිබුනෙ. පොඩ්ඩක් එහෙමෙහෙ වෙලා. මම හෙමින් සෑරේ තව පොඩ්ඩක් වෙලා යන්න දුන්නා ලන්ච් වෙලාව එනකල්. ඔන්න ලන්ච් වෙලාව ආව. "සර් මම එහෙනම් ලන්ච් අරගෙන එන්නම්..." බොස් "හ්ම්ම්..." කිවුව විතරයි. මම නෑගිටල මගෙ වම් කකුල ශු එකට හෙමින් සෑරේ දෑම්මා.
"අපෝ සර් .. මේ මොනවද මේ...?" "මොනවද මේ මගෙ සපත්තුව මෑද්දෙ ඈලෙනව ඈලෙනව වගෙ තියෙන්නෙ...?". බොස් ගෙ මූණට ලජ්ජාව සහ කාමය පිරිච්ච හිනාවක් ආව. මමත් බොස්ගෙ මූණ ටික වෙලාවක් බලන් ඉඩල හිනවකින් වෙලා තියෙන දේ තෙරුන බව පෙන්නුව. "සර් මේ සපත්තු දෙකට ආසද?..." මම බොස්ගෙන් උත්ත්‍රයක් බලපොරොතු උනෙ නෑහ. හෑබෑයි බොස් මම හිතුවට වඩා ෆොර්වඩ්. "ඔව් කෙල්ලෙ... මම ඔයා දාන සපතුතු වලට ගොඩාක් ආදරෙයි."... "ඊටත් වෑඩිය මම ඔයාගෙ කකුල් වලට.. ඔයාගෙ ලස්සන යටිපතුල් වලට හරි ආසයි...". මම බොස් ගෑන පෑහදුනා. "සර් කෑමති දෙයක් තියෙනවනම් කියන්න... ලෑජ්ජ වෙන්න එපා..." මම කිව්ව. "එහෙම නෑ කෙල්ලෙ... මට තිබුනෙ බයක් විතරයි.. ඔයා මගෙ අශාවල් දෑනගත්තම බය වෙයි කියල... " බොස් කියාගෙන කියාගෙන ගියා. "අනික ප්ලීස්.. ඔයා මේක පිට කාටවත් කියන්න එපා... ඒක ඔයාටමයි හොඩනෑත්තෙ...".
"පිස්සුද සර්.. මම මේව පිටදි කතකරන්නෙ නෑ. ..." මම බොස්ට හේත්තු වෙනගමන් කිවුව. මට දෑන් පේනව කලිසමට යටින් උන්ඩය සෑරට නලියනව. "සර් කෑමතිද මම ස'ර් ගෙ මෙතන පාගනවට...?" මම මගෙ දකුනු කකුල පොරගෙ කලිසම උඩින් තියනගමන් ඈහුව... "ඔ..ඔව් ක්කෙල්ලෙ.. ඔ ඔ ඔවු" බොස් ගෑහෙන කට හඩින් කිවුවා. මගෙ කකුල මිනිහගෙ එකේ ගෑවුන වෙලවෙම මිනිහට බඩු යන්න වගෙ. මම දෙවෙනි සෑරේ උඩට අතුල්ලනකොටම බොස් ගෑස්සිලා කෙන්ඩිරි ගෑවුනා. මට හිනා. මට ඒ එක්කම පොඩි ආඩම්බරයකුත් දෙනුන මම ගෑන. මේ වගෙ වයයක හොඩට සෙක්ස් ප්ලේ කරල තියෙන මිනිහෙක්ට මගෙ එක පා පහරකින් බුඩු යවන්න පුලුවන් උන එක ගෑන.
බොස් ඊට පස්සෙ මට එයාගෙ ඩෙස්ක් එක උඩ වාඩි වෙන්න කියල මගෙ කකුල් දෙක සහ යටිපතුල් ඉබගෙන ඉබගෙන ගියා. බොස් හෑසිරුනේ පොඩි එකෙකුට අයිස් ක්‍රීම් එකක් අහු උනා වගෙ. මම එයාට අති වෙනකල් එහෙම කරන්න දුන්නා. මගෙ නගියත් ඒ වෙනකොට හොඩටම තෙත් වෙලයි තිබුනෙ. "සර් ඊට පස්ස්සෙ මගෙ මූණ දිහා පිස්සුවෙන් වගෙ බලල අහුව "කෙල්ලෙ මම මේ මෑනික් කෑට දෙකේ රස බලන්නද...? " කියල. පලවෙනි දවසෙ ඕනෙවට වෑඩිය කලොත් කන්ට්‍රොල් නෑති වෙයි කියල හිතුනු නිසා මම කියුව. "අපිට තව වෙලා තියෙනවනෙ සර්.. ඒක නිසා අපි පස්සෙ වෙලාවක කරමු". බොස් ඒක පිලිගත්ත. පිලිඅරගෙන දිග' කිස් එකක් මගෙ යටිපතුල් දෙකටම දීල පරිස්සමින් බිමින් තිබ්බ. "කෙල්ලෙ .. දෙන්න ඔය සපත්තු දෙක.. මගේ ඒව පිහදාල දෙන්නම්". මම කිවුව "ඕනෙ නෑ සර් .. මම ආසයි ඒව පෑගෙනවට". බොස් ගෙ මුහුනෙ පුදුම සතුටකින් පිරිච්ච සිනහවෙක් තිබුනෙ..
තව වෙච්ච් කතා ඉදිරියේදි කියන්නම්....
Monday, July 2, 2012
Dream Pressure
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This is a very short story I write based on a dream that I see quite regularly.
Both my parents are working so most of the time I stay alone at home. I just finished my A/Ls and therefore do not have any immediate plans to start further studies or doing a job immediately. Internet surfing and watching movies is my favorites to eat the time. Torture and trampling are the sites that I mostly visit. They are very exiting me but you may think it is quite weird for a girl like me. When I am bored I do a day time nap as well.
One day when I was sleeping on the coach in the sitting room. I saw a hansom man looks very similar to my dream man in SL cinema came inside the house. I was wearing pink colour very short skirt so my legs were fully exposed to this stranger. And it was a very thin black skinny that I wore for top. My legs were kept on top of the arm of the sofa as I was laid upside which is my usual way of watching TV. I can see the guy had a greedy look at me, especially my legs and inside between legs thru my pink short skirt. For some reason I did not feel panic but stay still making a show to this stranger.
The guy came closer to me and without any warning he took both of my legs and bend them under my own body in a contorted pose. I wanted to scream but no word came out. He then sat on my belly putting a big pressure I lost my air in lungs and gasped to take a breath. The pressure was too much so I can't breath. I had a feeling that I am going to die immediately but my body betrayed me. I could feel that I am cumming in this difficult situation. When I struggle to change the position, he easily grabbed my left breast over the thin skinny and queses it harder to surrender me. He then use my ample breast as a handle to keep me in the place. My right breast came out from the skinny and it was easy to him to tightly grab it. The stranger then saw the wetness between my legs this and and push his thumb inside my pussy very roughly. But it went deep inside me without lot of resistance. I climaxed!!!
I woke up with a heavy breath... only the wetness was left... it was a dream... pressure but pleasure dream.
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This is a very short story I write based on a dream that I see quite regularly.
Both my parents are working so most of the time I stay alone at home. I just finished my A/Ls and therefore do not have any immediate plans to start further studies or doing a job immediately. Internet surfing and watching movies is my favorites to eat the time. Torture and trampling are the sites that I mostly visit. They are very exiting me but you may think it is quite weird for a girl like me. When I am bored I do a day time nap as well.
One day when I was sleeping on the coach in the sitting room. I saw a hansom man looks very similar to my dream man in SL cinema came inside the house. I was wearing pink colour very short skirt so my legs were fully exposed to this stranger. And it was a very thin black skinny that I wore for top. My legs were kept on top of the arm of the sofa as I was laid upside which is my usual way of watching TV. I can see the guy had a greedy look at me, especially my legs and inside between legs thru my pink short skirt. For some reason I did not feel panic but stay still making a show to this stranger.
The guy came closer to me and without any warning he took both of my legs and bend them under my own body in a contorted pose. I wanted to scream but no word came out. He then sat on my belly putting a big pressure I lost my air in lungs and gasped to take a breath. The pressure was too much so I can't breath. I had a feeling that I am going to die immediately but my body betrayed me. I could feel that I am cumming in this difficult situation. When I struggle to change the position, he easily grabbed my left breast over the thin skinny and queses it harder to surrender me. He then use my ample breast as a handle to keep me in the place. My right breast came out from the skinny and it was easy to him to tightly grab it. The stranger then saw the wetness between my legs this and and push his thumb inside my pussy very roughly. But it went deep inside me without lot of resistance. I climaxed!!!
I woke up with a heavy breath... only the wetness was left... it was a dream... pressure but pleasure dream.
Jelly Belly
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Please listen to my story but don’t hate me as a pervert. From my
childhood I had a passion to be victimized in extreme punishments and
particularly fantasized about trample myself by others. This passion grows to
an extreme level with my age progresses. Now I am a grown woman at the age of
24 working for a cultural academy located little bit outskirt of capital city.
I have first got boarded at a paid boarding but later the dancing master of the
academy gave me a room at his home so I live with his family for last 1 year
now.
The dancing master is at his early forties married to a lady in her
early thirties. She was a former student of him. They do not have kids yet and I
am not sure they ever interested it anymore. He is a real master in dance floor
particularly when teaching. Quite unusually his crowd of students mostly
consists with boys. May be it is because he teaches dancing at a most popular boys
school in the country. He plays lot of mind games with his students in order to
calm their minds and help uniting everyone in one mind. My job here is to look
after and service the master in all office and secretary work. He usually takes
me also into his classes whenever I am free. I was a star dancer in my school
so I liked to work with his close association.
As I told you before I have used to do lot of pervert actions at the academy
and at his home which I managed keep secret until this day. You know one of my
secret fantasies to get trampled by others. So in my imaginations I lie down on
the floor and take all of the dancing students particularly boys on top of my
belly. This imagination got grow gradually and I used to practically try to get
the feeling. The master on some days used to go out for his other personal work
soon after he finishes the class. So I stay in the dancing room alone locked
inside until he comes back. During such hours I lie on the floor, take my legs
into lotus pose, and put one of table leg on top of my belly. In my
imaginations I think someone is standing on my belly. The imagination itself
wet me between legs. I keep this pose until my legs go numb due to extreme pose.
Some days my belly hurts until next morning. So the day I said above, because of
my clumsiness, I did not lock the door properly. So the master came in without knocking
on the door. I did not see him until few minutes he is watching what I am
doing. I was so embarrassed that day and did not have anything to explain. But
I gave a falls attempt to explain I tried to give some hard exercises to my
belly to harden it. I did not know he is such a great mind reader. Following
day, he gave me the surprise. I was asked to come to the dance floor he was
doing a lecture to his students about balancing the body on an unstable
platform. Once I am there, he looked at me and then turns to his students and
said it is very hard to find a jelly floor without a help of human so told them
that I will be their jelly mat today. I was so surprised and embarrassed but at
the same time very excited with the idea. He further explained to his students
that female belly is naturally softened so it is the best to make use of me for
their practices. It was a very exciting thing for both me and all students.
I was instruct to lie down on the floor and master insisted me to go on
lotus pose while lay on the floor. His reasoning to student was that it will
stable the jelly floor which is me stable. I inside knew why he wanted me to
take that pose anyway. All the students were well built but neither one was
over weighted I should say. The first student steps on to me and gradually put
the pressure on my belly when he takes his other foot to air. He actually took
the help of the wall beside. It was my first ever experience in trampling, I
had gone to a different world from that moment. The pressure was physically unbearable
but I never show that from my face. When he loses balance he steps everywhere
on my body but I kept silent allowing him to practice on me. He walked over me
up and down for three times and step down. Big sound of sigh came out from my mouth. I
saw 4 other students are already in line for practice. Everybody was exited of
this new learning tool so all crowded around me including the master. Many of
the student s forgot that it’s a human beneath them trampled and they only joy
with the student struggling to stand still on me. That was a wonderful experience;
I could sense I am creating a very big wet spot between my legs. Finally master
came closer to me and step on both my hands. I am now at total mercy of the
weight of the boy who is standing on me. Master shows him a pose where the boy
has to hold masters arm and stand on one foot. That doubled the pressure on my
belly and it was passing my limits. However I did not want to ruin my fantasy
so I closed my eyes and decided to bare whatever pain even if I die. They did
all their practices for more than an hour and completely forgot about me. I was
just another tool for them now. The pain I went through was very sever and I
felt like vomiting until I reach masters home with him. I did not have dinner
that day and master did not trouble me to join dinner either. I can’t remember how many time I climaxed that
day.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Music Teacher
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My name is Varuni and doing the last year of my higher studies at university. This story is from my school age. I studies in a leading school in Colombo. I selected oriental music for my ordinary level exam. We had two teachers for oriental music in our school. One is an old gentleman. He had lot of experience and he is a popular character in the industry. However (luckily) I wasn't selected for his class instead selected to miss Sandya's class. She was not so experienced.
I was at 9th grade at that time. At the very few days itself I was mesmerized with her beauty, She is 24 years old, 5'4" tall and weight around 45K ( you will know how I know her weight later of the story) . Most beautifully she got a very small waist that highlights her well shaped bottom and gives a ultra sexy look. She got a matching large breast but not too large. Her hair is grown to the length of her bottom. She used to wear saari's to school and she always chooses slutty indian style to wear her saari. At the bottom of the saari everybody can see her creamy white feet. She most of the time wears shiny silver colour for her toe nails. Overall she looks like a goddess.
In the music room we don;t have chairs so everybody sits on the floor except the teacher. She got a small table and a chair. I always chose to sit close her table little towards right to her. During her lessons I see only below her waist. At times she walk to the black board stand just in front of me at left. Without knowing to me I had developed an urge to learn her lessons more enthusiastically and to be her best student. Day by day my passion got grew. She became a goddess in my heart. I felt like I am just a piece of dust at her feet. I knew I have submissive feelings from my childhood. But I never knew I could be a submissive to a women too. Maybe I am still not, but miss Sanda's extreme beauty made an influence.
I easily became the best student of Madam Sandya (we address all our teachers Madam no matter whether they are married or not). She now treat me as more like an assistant to her. Whenever there is a free period I used to go to Sandya madam's music room. One day she gave us a written test. As usually we sat on the floor and started the work. Madam Sandya slowly walking between students to see how and what they are writing. I could see her creamy feet very closely. It was a loving scene. I got an idea. I just purposely kept my hand a bit away pretending I am thinking something while she is stepping back. As expected she stepped on my hand. Oh it was a wonderful feeling. Her feet feels like a velvet. I went to a different world. I was not sure how long I was dreaming and enjoying my hand trample. I just came back to the real world by the sound of my pen broken. Madam Sandya had accidentally put her feet on my pen and it got crashed under her feet. No one else notice it really. I looked up. Madam Sandya was looking at me and said sorry from her face. I did not know what to do without my pen. I did not know what happen to me. I could have borrowed a pen from another student, but my brain did not work. Time passed and she collected all answers. Mine was not completed. She showed me that she is unhappy about it and asked me to stay for a while after everybody else leaves. After the last student went out from the room. She asked me "What happen Varuni?" I was answer less. Then she continued, "I know its my fault I think I broke your pen"... "give a hit to my feet to not to be bad like this again" she told me joingly and forward her leg towards me. I could not think what to do. My mind did not work, it automatically went close to her feet and I gave a light kiss instead. Madam Sandya laughed. She did not show a dislike.
That day I understood that Sanday madam doesn't mind accepting me as a submissive partner. From that day she was more authoritative towards me. She got lot of her personal study assignments written by me (because she was doing some higher studies and my hand writing was good). On certain days I had to stay after school with her (at her feet) and writing her assignments. I enjoyed everything. She know that I enjoy being her submissive. Months passed quickly, Sandya madam and me are now very close. She even used to visit my home couple of times as well. She could win everybody heart of my family and my parents did not have any objection sending me with Sandya madam anywhere. There are days she kept me at her home over night, my parent did not have big objection about it.
Did I tell you Sandya madam is not married yet. Yes, but she had a boy friend, he was working in a private hospital as a trainee doctor. One week-end I was at her house before she came home. Only Sandya madams mother was there at home. ... to be continue
My name is Varuni and doing the last year of my higher studies at university. This story is from my school age. I studies in a leading school in Colombo. I selected oriental music for my ordinary level exam. We had two teachers for oriental music in our school. One is an old gentleman. He had lot of experience and he is a popular character in the industry. However (luckily) I wasn't selected for his class instead selected to miss Sandya's class. She was not so experienced.
I was at 9th grade at that time. At the very few days itself I was mesmerized with her beauty, She is 24 years old, 5'4" tall and weight around 45K ( you will know how I know her weight later of the story) . Most beautifully she got a very small waist that highlights her well shaped bottom and gives a ultra sexy look. She got a matching large breast but not too large. Her hair is grown to the length of her bottom. She used to wear saari's to school and she always chooses slutty indian style to wear her saari. At the bottom of the saari everybody can see her creamy white feet. She most of the time wears shiny silver colour for her toe nails. Overall she looks like a goddess.
In the music room we don;t have chairs so everybody sits on the floor except the teacher. She got a small table and a chair. I always chose to sit close her table little towards right to her. During her lessons I see only below her waist. At times she walk to the black board stand just in front of me at left. Without knowing to me I had developed an urge to learn her lessons more enthusiastically and to be her best student. Day by day my passion got grew. She became a goddess in my heart. I felt like I am just a piece of dust at her feet. I knew I have submissive feelings from my childhood. But I never knew I could be a submissive to a women too. Maybe I am still not, but miss Sanda's extreme beauty made an influence.
I easily became the best student of Madam Sandya (we address all our teachers Madam no matter whether they are married or not). She now treat me as more like an assistant to her. Whenever there is a free period I used to go to Sandya madam's music room. One day she gave us a written test. As usually we sat on the floor and started the work. Madam Sandya slowly walking between students to see how and what they are writing. I could see her creamy feet very closely. It was a loving scene. I got an idea. I just purposely kept my hand a bit away pretending I am thinking something while she is stepping back. As expected she stepped on my hand. Oh it was a wonderful feeling. Her feet feels like a velvet. I went to a different world. I was not sure how long I was dreaming and enjoying my hand trample. I just came back to the real world by the sound of my pen broken. Madam Sandya had accidentally put her feet on my pen and it got crashed under her feet. No one else notice it really. I looked up. Madam Sandya was looking at me and said sorry from her face. I did not know what to do without my pen. I did not know what happen to me. I could have borrowed a pen from another student, but my brain did not work. Time passed and she collected all answers. Mine was not completed. She showed me that she is unhappy about it and asked me to stay for a while after everybody else leaves. After the last student went out from the room. She asked me "What happen Varuni?" I was answer less. Then she continued, "I know its my fault I think I broke your pen"... "give a hit to my feet to not to be bad like this again" she told me joingly and forward her leg towards me. I could not think what to do. My mind did not work, it automatically went close to her feet and I gave a light kiss instead. Madam Sandya laughed. She did not show a dislike.
That day I understood that Sanday madam doesn't mind accepting me as a submissive partner. From that day she was more authoritative towards me. She got lot of her personal study assignments written by me (because she was doing some higher studies and my hand writing was good). On certain days I had to stay after school with her (at her feet) and writing her assignments. I enjoyed everything. She know that I enjoy being her submissive. Months passed quickly, Sandya madam and me are now very close. She even used to visit my home couple of times as well. She could win everybody heart of my family and my parents did not have any objection sending me with Sandya madam anywhere. There are days she kept me at her home over night, my parent did not have big objection about it.
Did I tell you Sandya madam is not married yet. Yes, but she had a boy friend, he was working in a private hospital as a trainee doctor. One week-end I was at her house before she came home. Only Sandya madams mother was there at home. ... to be continue
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
My Bosses Mother - Part II
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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...
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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...
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