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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”
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
වල් බොස් (Foot fetish Boss)
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.
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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..
තව වෙච්ච් කතා ඉදිරියේදි කියන්නම්....
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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
Disclaimer
This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in Sri Lanka are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws. more...
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.
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
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