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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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Friday, February 22, 2013
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Event Model - Part I
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I am 26 unmarried women. I got my submissive feelings from the age I can remember. I always wanted to be dominated and punished by others. I first liked to married men but later, from about 7 or 8 years back, I started to like to be owned and punished by ladies too. When you say ladies, I particularly like to be owned by old women. Because I know they have lot of experience in life and they know how to get use of a slave very effectively.
I am working at an event management company located in Bambalapitiya. The place is owned by my owner Madam Priyani. My role is to serve madam's expensive events as a model. It is not usual cover page modeling. That involves lot of nudity or half-nudity, bondage, public sex etc... My 5' 5" height 25" west large chest with D cups and rounded full butt is a result of regular exercises imposed by my madam.
Latest event was a dinner for the directors of a casino night club chain. The event is organized at a private garden in Koll'pity. I was taken to the place by my madam's van. It was a big palace like place with a big garden with a mini pool. Time was around 3.00 p.m. We had 4 in the van including madam and her personal driver. My madam used to accompany a lady who work as a senior organizer in her staff. Her name is madam Natasha. My madam's has set rule that Natasha has equal rights over me. Which means, although I am solely owned by my madam Priyani, I should always follow any order from madam Natasha as well. She is in her mid 40's, fair skin, 5'9" tall, wears mini skirts with always above 4" heels.
On arrival to the place the lady of the house warmly welcome my madam with a hug and followed by madam Natasha. My madam gave me the signal to come out from the van. I was preparing for this event from yesterday. I was not provided with solid food from yesterday morning. Madam used some special scrubber all over my body. And she did not allow me to walk out from my home cell and entire day from yesterday until I got on to the van today. I am wearing a off white robe with special marbles. It just barely cover my hard nipples from top and just about an inch covering my labia. There were around 5 people I could see doing the party arrangements. They got wide eyed at seeing me and I gave a quite a show to them. But this is not a big deal for me now. I have been in nude or semi-nude in places for my madam before. I was first taken to a room. Madam instructed me to go to the bath tub directly. It was already filled with water. Actually its not only water it had some chemicals to make sure my skin is hygienic. After getting cleaned, I was straightaway directed for the enema treat. I already had 7 enema's from yesterday morning and I was hoping this will be the last.
From thereafter I was never allowed to step on the floor. I kept on top of a special trolley. The trolley was rolled to the main area of the room and madam Natasha started doing makeups for me. I was fully naked. The lady of the house time to time came into the room and check the progress. She was happy what she going to get for her money spent. At around 5.30 p.m the trolley was taken to the open garden and close the a special wide wooden table. There was a fat spike at middle about 4" tall. I instantly realize the purpose. I was instructed to get on to the wooden table and take the fat dildo like spike inserted to my anal. My madam gives me anal penetration practices everyday so it wasn't so hard to get it fully inserted inside me. Anyways even if it is hard, I anyhow do it because I don;t want to embarrass my madam in front of her clients. Madam instructed me to lay down on the table. It is not easy to lay down with a fix vertical dildo inside. But I have to do it so I did, however it made a good arch in my back. I am sure that will make a very sexy pose. I felt proud of my madam. She knows how to make things sexy.
With this start I could feel my sex is getting wet. I was completely shaved so my juice made a glistening view. My arms were placed inside my back arch and arms were kept very closer. Few transparent plastic strips were brought in. They quickly placed on top of each elbow and reverted to the table. My legs were parted about 1 feet and the plastic strips were reverted there as well. I am now totally immobilized on the table. I am going to make a fine sushi table. Two ladies were talking to each other and decided to place one around my neck too. They had a reason for that. This part of the world the sex is so powerful so people who come to food table will definitely will touch squeeze and do whatever they feel doing to me. If I am not bound to the table properly I might try to struggle and ruin the dinner table. I was silently thankful for my madam's wise idea.
One by one food came in. My madam and madam Natasha nicely placed them around me and on top of my body. There was another concern came from my madam. She was worried if I wiggle my head. Madam Natasha had a bright idea. I already have enough piercings in my ear lobes. They attached small silver color chains to my ears and they were fixed to the table. I now can't move my head to any side. and they did the same to my feet. Silver color chains were attached to each toe and they were dragged to point my feet and chains were bundled and fixed to the table. It made a super sexy view on the table. My long hair was spread on the top part of the table to a half circle. Silver dust was added to my hair. Sunflower oil was rubbed all over my body. I am making an angelic view now. The food is placed in a way people can't see how tightly I am bound to the table. They see like I am just keeping the pose for the event. I can certainly do the job without bindings but if someone make an unbareable pain, I might lose the control. My madam simply did not want to take that risk. I think she is right. She is always right about me.
Half cooked vegetables were placed on my body making fine and attractive design. Spread cheese was circled around my each nipple. took out a open gag. It just keep open the mouth by its frame placed just behind the teeth.Nothing visible to outside. It can be removed only by a special tool. I felt very uncomfortable with that. I am totally bound and helpless and now I even can't speak. But after about few minutes I realize why my madam did this. I am not suppose to speak at this event and my dis-comfort is not a concern for the people who sponsor this event. In fact they want to see the most elegant dinner table they ever saw. By now I started getting some pains due to the long stay of this difficult pose. The event is not yet start even. My madam brought a big red apple and placed on my mouth. With that the table is now complete.
A curtain was drawn at the front (the side facing the mansion). After about 30 minutes time (around 7.30 p.m.I guess) I could hear one by one visitors are coming to the dinner area. They don't clearly see what is behind silk curtain. They could see it is the dinner table with some food bawls. But I am sure no one knows there is a women on the table for their entertainment. The crowd got bigger around 15. Both men and women equal I guess. I could hear some music. There were two young dancing girls with very sexy and revealing dress entertaining the crowd with a traditional dance. I know they are from a dancing group where my madam regularly hire girls for dancing activities in her events.
Around 8 o'clock, my madam Natasha came behind the curtain and light some candles here and there on the table. She went and the lady of the house very proudly start announcing the dinner is ready for her guest... the music changed.. and the two dancing girls came close to the curtain.. and start pulling the curtain apart....
I am ready to make the show.. I determined to make my madam proud. ..
This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in Sri Lanka are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments. more...
I am 26 unmarried women. I got my submissive feelings from the age I can remember. I always wanted to be dominated and punished by others. I first liked to married men but later, from about 7 or 8 years back, I started to like to be owned and punished by ladies too. When you say ladies, I particularly like to be owned by old women. Because I know they have lot of experience in life and they know how to get use of a slave very effectively.
I am working at an event management company located in Bambalapitiya. The place is owned by my owner Madam Priyani. My role is to serve madam's expensive events as a model. It is not usual cover page modeling. That involves lot of nudity or half-nudity, bondage, public sex etc... My 5' 5" height 25" west large chest with D cups and rounded full butt is a result of regular exercises imposed by my madam.
Latest event was a dinner for the directors of a casino night club chain. The event is organized at a private garden in Koll'pity. I was taken to the place by my madam's van. It was a big palace like place with a big garden with a mini pool. Time was around 3.00 p.m. We had 4 in the van including madam and her personal driver. My madam used to accompany a lady who work as a senior organizer in her staff. Her name is madam Natasha. My madam's has set rule that Natasha has equal rights over me. Which means, although I am solely owned by my madam Priyani, I should always follow any order from madam Natasha as well. She is in her mid 40's, fair skin, 5'9" tall, wears mini skirts with always above 4" heels.
On arrival to the place the lady of the house warmly welcome my madam with a hug and followed by madam Natasha. My madam gave me the signal to come out from the van. I was preparing for this event from yesterday. I was not provided with solid food from yesterday morning. Madam used some special scrubber all over my body. And she did not allow me to walk out from my home cell and entire day from yesterday until I got on to the van today. I am wearing a off white robe with special marbles. It just barely cover my hard nipples from top and just about an inch covering my labia. There were around 5 people I could see doing the party arrangements. They got wide eyed at seeing me and I gave a quite a show to them. But this is not a big deal for me now. I have been in nude or semi-nude in places for my madam before. I was first taken to a room. Madam instructed me to go to the bath tub directly. It was already filled with water. Actually its not only water it had some chemicals to make sure my skin is hygienic. After getting cleaned, I was straightaway directed for the enema treat. I already had 7 enema's from yesterday morning and I was hoping this will be the last.
From thereafter I was never allowed to step on the floor. I kept on top of a special trolley. The trolley was rolled to the main area of the room and madam Natasha started doing makeups for me. I was fully naked. The lady of the house time to time came into the room and check the progress. She was happy what she going to get for her money spent. At around 5.30 p.m the trolley was taken to the open garden and close the a special wide wooden table. There was a fat spike at middle about 4" tall. I instantly realize the purpose. I was instructed to get on to the wooden table and take the fat dildo like spike inserted to my anal. My madam gives me anal penetration practices everyday so it wasn't so hard to get it fully inserted inside me. Anyways even if it is hard, I anyhow do it because I don;t want to embarrass my madam in front of her clients. Madam instructed me to lay down on the table. It is not easy to lay down with a fix vertical dildo inside. But I have to do it so I did, however it made a good arch in my back. I am sure that will make a very sexy pose. I felt proud of my madam. She knows how to make things sexy.
With this start I could feel my sex is getting wet. I was completely shaved so my juice made a glistening view. My arms were placed inside my back arch and arms were kept very closer. Few transparent plastic strips were brought in. They quickly placed on top of each elbow and reverted to the table. My legs were parted about 1 feet and the plastic strips were reverted there as well. I am now totally immobilized on the table. I am going to make a fine sushi table. Two ladies were talking to each other and decided to place one around my neck too. They had a reason for that. This part of the world the sex is so powerful so people who come to food table will definitely will touch squeeze and do whatever they feel doing to me. If I am not bound to the table properly I might try to struggle and ruin the dinner table. I was silently thankful for my madam's wise idea.
One by one food came in. My madam and madam Natasha nicely placed them around me and on top of my body. There was another concern came from my madam. She was worried if I wiggle my head. Madam Natasha had a bright idea. I already have enough piercings in my ear lobes. They attached small silver color chains to my ears and they were fixed to the table. I now can't move my head to any side. and they did the same to my feet. Silver color chains were attached to each toe and they were dragged to point my feet and chains were bundled and fixed to the table. It made a super sexy view on the table. My long hair was spread on the top part of the table to a half circle. Silver dust was added to my hair. Sunflower oil was rubbed all over my body. I am making an angelic view now. The food is placed in a way people can't see how tightly I am bound to the table. They see like I am just keeping the pose for the event. I can certainly do the job without bindings but if someone make an unbareable pain, I might lose the control. My madam simply did not want to take that risk. I think she is right. She is always right about me.
Half cooked vegetables were placed on my body making fine and attractive design. Spread cheese was circled around my each nipple. took out a open gag. It just keep open the mouth by its frame placed just behind the teeth.Nothing visible to outside. It can be removed only by a special tool. I felt very uncomfortable with that. I am totally bound and helpless and now I even can't speak. But after about few minutes I realize why my madam did this. I am not suppose to speak at this event and my dis-comfort is not a concern for the people who sponsor this event. In fact they want to see the most elegant dinner table they ever saw. By now I started getting some pains due to the long stay of this difficult pose. The event is not yet start even. My madam brought a big red apple and placed on my mouth. With that the table is now complete.
A curtain was drawn at the front (the side facing the mansion). After about 30 minutes time (around 7.30 p.m.I guess) I could hear one by one visitors are coming to the dinner area. They don't clearly see what is behind silk curtain. They could see it is the dinner table with some food bawls. But I am sure no one knows there is a women on the table for their entertainment. The crowd got bigger around 15. Both men and women equal I guess. I could hear some music. There were two young dancing girls with very sexy and revealing dress entertaining the crowd with a traditional dance. I know they are from a dancing group where my madam regularly hire girls for dancing activities in her events.
Around 8 o'clock, my madam Natasha came behind the curtain and light some candles here and there on the table. She went and the lady of the house very proudly start announcing the dinner is ready for her guest... the music changed.. and the two dancing girls came close to the curtain.. and start pulling the curtain apart....
I am ready to make the show.. I determined to make my madam proud. ..
Saturday, December 3, 2011
My Bosses Mother - Part I
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Ladies/ Gentleman. I am working for a small air ticketing agency at Wattala as the computer typist cum office assistance. My boss madam Nadeesha is a very young married lady in her mid twenties she looks after this business on behalf of her husband. The work is not so challenging so I was doing a good job from the day I started.
One day my bosses mother came to the office on her way to a customer. She does cake structures for private functions as a business. She had a look of a age somewhere around early 50's. And most excitingly she looked very dominant. She had a fair skin and wearing a 3 1/2 inches flap heels with dark blue colour in her toenails. Her feet were very clean and sexy to her age. She had a black pant outlining her figure underneath. She had a bit loose light blue blouse showing up the top part of her big tits. Her heavy expensive gold reckless added more value to the view. Dark red lipsticks and dak blue eyebrows gave her a very prestigious look to her face.
She was talking to my boss in her room (glass cubical) and boss called out me "Shriyani ! apita bonna deyak genna (bring some drinks for us) " I quickly went to the kitchen and opened my bosses private refrigerator and took some cool drinks into a tray. I have a habit to remove my shoes at the door to my bosses room whenever I enter in as a respect to my superior. So I went in and served the drink first to my bosses mother. She looked at the drink and then me with her cold eyes and told me "mata kool bonna be lamaya, thei ekak hadagena enna (I can't drink cool, bring me a hot tea)". I was afraid of her tone about not being thankful but commanding me. But inside me, I started getting a different feeling with a mix of fear and respect. I went back to the kitchen and start making a cup of tea. I could feel that I am getting wet inside me which make me bit confuse because I know I have submissive tendency but at the work place ? With this question mark inside I went to my bosses room with the cup in a tray. Removed my shoes at the door. Madam's mother notice it this time and was looking at me when I reach to her seat. She had the same cold look at me and took the cup and had a sip of it. For some reason I felt like my legs are weakening. I could not move so stayed there looking at how she drinks. She had the second sip and start talking to my boss. "Ai oya gaawa tea set ekak nedda? (Don;t you have a tea set at office?). "Thiyenawa... eunata Sriyani ta ehema purudu ne Tea set eken serve karann (I have, but Sriyani wouldn;t know how to serve)" . "ehema be.. ewa purudu karala thiyanna .. customers la ewage dewal balanwa (let he learn about them, customers are interested how they served)". They were talking about me training on making tea? Not even looking at me standing behind them. Servicing drinks or doing any sort of personal cores is not certainly part of my job role, but I always enjoy doing so because it stimulate some strange feelings inside me. Does my boss know about it? or they simply don;t care any dignity in me?. "hawas waru walata ewanna ehe, mage wada karanakota hondata purudu wey (send her over to me in afternoons, she will learn when helping my work)" . "Apo oya maraway, mata mage weda karaganna wenne ne (oh .. you will get her over worked, I won't be able to get any work from her) "Marawala hari weda ganna one me wayase ayagen.. ethakota thamai e ayata experiens enne (yes you should load them work, then only they get experience)" I was astonished by the way they are talking. I could not move I was waiting there just blindly ... they continued their talk... after about 15 minutes ( I realised it from the wall clock at Nadeesha madam's room)
"Sriyani ! me loku madam ekka gihilla kar eke badu wagayak thiyenawa .. eka athulata genna". I got back to the real world and took the cups back into the tray and comeback to bosses room. Removed my shoes, came few steps forward and waited for them.After a while madam's mother finish her talk and got up. I followed her, she is beautiful. Strangely I did not have any bad feeling about her even if she is so harsh at me so far. Is it because of her beauty or her dominant look? When I come to outside only I realised I forget to wear my shoes back. But I can't go back, I don;t want to displease my madam's mother. So I proceed to the car park. Hot sun start burning my soft feet. She open the door and collect some small ornaments from a box. "Me kelle.. mewa daaganna bag ekak one... (girl, I need a bag to get them)" and she looked around the street. "ara ehapette thiyena petti kaden shopin bad ekak aran enna (get a grocery bag from the shop other side in the road)" I am bare feet, I never walk bare feet at public.. and the road is burning hot.. but madam need's it.. my mind did not allow me to think twice. I am sure I am making a show to public, a girl walking barefoot at street is too sexy isn't it? I cross the road barefoot to the shop and asked for a grocery bag. Oh.. I just came here not only barefoot but without even money. I just told the shop owner I am working at the office other side and give him money later. I got the bag and returned. She is watching me all this time. When I gave the bag, she asked me "keeyada meka ? salli dunnanda? (how much is it? did you pay it?)" "nehe madam, mama sally passe dennam kiwwa (no, I told him I ll settle it later)" "Ehema be.. meka gihin denna (no can't... give this to him)". Does she know I am not comfortable outside with barefoot? she does this purposely to me to make me more uncomfortable? but the feelings coming between my legs justify it. It was me who came outside barefoot, and beside she is my bosses mother and she has a look of born to be served. So I did what she told me. I came back to her car.
"ekak car eka yatata giya.. balanna roode gawa (one rolled underside the car.. take it)" . Now I am used to her commanding tone and have an urge inside me to everything she tells me. So I bent down close to madam's feet and looked at under the car. I had a fear if I have a wet patch in my pant by now. I saw the piece and took it outside. But without much notice she step on my other hand and bend inside the car to get something. It hurts, but she has a beautiful feet no one say no to any pain caused by them. I silently bare the pain until she changed her place. She finally saw she was standing at my hand. But no apology. My wet pussy say I should not expect any apology though. I stood up and took the bag back to the office. She drew the car outside and off. She was wearing sun glasses so I did not see whether she looked at me. But I made my gratitude to her by looking at her all the time she revers her car and go.
Rest of the day went quickly. I can't stop leaking from this morning. I was always thinking how hard my boss and bosses mother would treat me in coming days. That make me so wet. Nadeesha madam used to day off around 3pm. When she come out from her room. I stood up and weakly asked her, "madam, mama den loku medam ge gedara yeanna one da? (madam should I visit your mother's place now)". She smiled and said, "oh ow ow.. mata amathaka una (yeah I forgot that, get ready I will drop you there). I was instantly ready. "Sriyani ! loku madam hari sarai, kellin ma kane paarak deela thamai weda patan ganne (she is very strict, she starts with a good face slap)" . I was shivering but increased my leaking. "Eyath ekka weda karanna hondata guti kanna puluwan wenna one (to work with her you will have to get used to beaten)" she told with a smile. I just followed my madam to her car. Yes this time with shoes :) . My madam did not take me anywhere by her car before, she was maintaining it very clean and clear. She got on but I did not feel like get in with my shoes on. So I removed them again before get in because I did not want to dis-respect my madam. We started the journey to my new training. After starting only I realised I don;t know whether I can come back at usual office off time. But that should not be an issue as long as my madam and her mother is so generous to train me to be useful office assistant.
So I am on my way to my future destiny on my madams car.....
This blog is maintained and owned by Slave Ceylon. Although this blog does not show/discuss any sexually offensive subjects, underage access is completely prohibited to this blog. Readers in Sri Lanka are welcome to explore their submissive desires. All blogs are 100% fictions and none of the references or places or names or incidents are real.
All complaints must direct to slave.ceylon@gmail.com. This blog is fully supporting all international / Sri Lankan ethics and fully abide by international / Sri Lankan internet laws.
The blogger (Slave Ceylon) does not hold any responsibility of comments published by readers but advice all readers to keep up to all ethics. The blogger holds the authority to remove readers comments. more...
Ladies/ Gentleman. I am working for a small air ticketing agency at Wattala as the computer typist cum office assistance. My boss madam Nadeesha is a very young married lady in her mid twenties she looks after this business on behalf of her husband. The work is not so challenging so I was doing a good job from the day I started.
One day my bosses mother came to the office on her way to a customer. She does cake structures for private functions as a business. She had a look of a age somewhere around early 50's. And most excitingly she looked very dominant. She had a fair skin and wearing a 3 1/2 inches flap heels with dark blue colour in her toenails. Her feet were very clean and sexy to her age. She had a black pant outlining her figure underneath. She had a bit loose light blue blouse showing up the top part of her big tits. Her heavy expensive gold reckless added more value to the view. Dark red lipsticks and dak blue eyebrows gave her a very prestigious look to her face.
She was talking to my boss in her room (glass cubical) and boss called out me "Shriyani ! apita bonna deyak genna (bring some drinks for us) " I quickly went to the kitchen and opened my bosses private refrigerator and took some cool drinks into a tray. I have a habit to remove my shoes at the door to my bosses room whenever I enter in as a respect to my superior. So I went in and served the drink first to my bosses mother. She looked at the drink and then me with her cold eyes and told me "mata kool bonna be lamaya, thei ekak hadagena enna (I can't drink cool, bring me a hot tea)". I was afraid of her tone about not being thankful but commanding me. But inside me, I started getting a different feeling with a mix of fear and respect. I went back to the kitchen and start making a cup of tea. I could feel that I am getting wet inside me which make me bit confuse because I know I have submissive tendency but at the work place ? With this question mark inside I went to my bosses room with the cup in a tray. Removed my shoes at the door. Madam's mother notice it this time and was looking at me when I reach to her seat. She had the same cold look at me and took the cup and had a sip of it. For some reason I felt like my legs are weakening. I could not move so stayed there looking at how she drinks. She had the second sip and start talking to my boss. "Ai oya gaawa tea set ekak nedda? (Don;t you have a tea set at office?). "Thiyenawa... eunata Sriyani ta ehema purudu ne Tea set eken serve karann (I have, but Sriyani wouldn;t know how to serve)" . "ehema be.. ewa purudu karala thiyanna .. customers la ewage dewal balanwa (let he learn about them, customers are interested how they served)". They were talking about me training on making tea? Not even looking at me standing behind them. Servicing drinks or doing any sort of personal cores is not certainly part of my job role, but I always enjoy doing so because it stimulate some strange feelings inside me. Does my boss know about it? or they simply don;t care any dignity in me?. "hawas waru walata ewanna ehe, mage wada karanakota hondata purudu wey (send her over to me in afternoons, she will learn when helping my work)" . "Apo oya maraway, mata mage weda karaganna wenne ne (oh .. you will get her over worked, I won't be able to get any work from her) "Marawala hari weda ganna one me wayase ayagen.. ethakota thamai e ayata experiens enne (yes you should load them work, then only they get experience)" I was astonished by the way they are talking. I could not move I was waiting there just blindly ... they continued their talk... after about 15 minutes ( I realised it from the wall clock at Nadeesha madam's room)
"Sriyani ! me loku madam ekka gihilla kar eke badu wagayak thiyenawa .. eka athulata genna". I got back to the real world and took the cups back into the tray and comeback to bosses room. Removed my shoes, came few steps forward and waited for them.After a while madam's mother finish her talk and got up. I followed her, she is beautiful. Strangely I did not have any bad feeling about her even if she is so harsh at me so far. Is it because of her beauty or her dominant look? When I come to outside only I realised I forget to wear my shoes back. But I can't go back, I don;t want to displease my madam's mother. So I proceed to the car park. Hot sun start burning my soft feet. She open the door and collect some small ornaments from a box. "Me kelle.. mewa daaganna bag ekak one... (girl, I need a bag to get them)" and she looked around the street. "ara ehapette thiyena petti kaden shopin bad ekak aran enna (get a grocery bag from the shop other side in the road)" I am bare feet, I never walk bare feet at public.. and the road is burning hot.. but madam need's it.. my mind did not allow me to think twice. I am sure I am making a show to public, a girl walking barefoot at street is too sexy isn't it? I cross the road barefoot to the shop and asked for a grocery bag. Oh.. I just came here not only barefoot but without even money. I just told the shop owner I am working at the office other side and give him money later. I got the bag and returned. She is watching me all this time. When I gave the bag, she asked me "keeyada meka ? salli dunnanda? (how much is it? did you pay it?)" "nehe madam, mama sally passe dennam kiwwa (no, I told him I ll settle it later)" "Ehema be.. meka gihin denna (no can't... give this to him)". Does she know I am not comfortable outside with barefoot? she does this purposely to me to make me more uncomfortable? but the feelings coming between my legs justify it. It was me who came outside barefoot, and beside she is my bosses mother and she has a look of born to be served. So I did what she told me. I came back to her car.
"ekak car eka yatata giya.. balanna roode gawa (one rolled underside the car.. take it)" . Now I am used to her commanding tone and have an urge inside me to everything she tells me. So I bent down close to madam's feet and looked at under the car. I had a fear if I have a wet patch in my pant by now. I saw the piece and took it outside. But without much notice she step on my other hand and bend inside the car to get something. It hurts, but she has a beautiful feet no one say no to any pain caused by them. I silently bare the pain until she changed her place. She finally saw she was standing at my hand. But no apology. My wet pussy say I should not expect any apology though. I stood up and took the bag back to the office. She drew the car outside and off. She was wearing sun glasses so I did not see whether she looked at me. But I made my gratitude to her by looking at her all the time she revers her car and go.
Rest of the day went quickly. I can't stop leaking from this morning. I was always thinking how hard my boss and bosses mother would treat me in coming days. That make me so wet. Nadeesha madam used to day off around 3pm. When she come out from her room. I stood up and weakly asked her, "madam, mama den loku medam ge gedara yeanna one da? (madam should I visit your mother's place now)". She smiled and said, "oh ow ow.. mata amathaka una (yeah I forgot that, get ready I will drop you there). I was instantly ready. "Sriyani ! loku madam hari sarai, kellin ma kane paarak deela thamai weda patan ganne (she is very strict, she starts with a good face slap)" . I was shivering but increased my leaking. "Eyath ekka weda karanna hondata guti kanna puluwan wenna one (to work with her you will have to get used to beaten)" she told with a smile. I just followed my madam to her car. Yes this time with shoes :) . My madam did not take me anywhere by her car before, she was maintaining it very clean and clear. She got on but I did not feel like get in with my shoes on. So I removed them again before get in because I did not want to dis-respect my madam. We started the journey to my new training. After starting only I realised I don;t know whether I can come back at usual office off time. But that should not be an issue as long as my madam and her mother is so generous to train me to be useful office assistant.
So I am on my way to my future destiny on my madams car.....
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