For the 1st time readers I am Nitin 30 year old from Bangalore, a good looking charming fair north Indian residing in this IT city. If you click the l...nk at the bottom on this story you would find other stories written by me. And there are quite a few. I have had interesting experiences and like to share them with my readers.The story that I would be narrating today is in fantasy genre. Its based in Bangalore and the main characters are me and beautifully dusky beauty Deepthi. Deepthi is a. " she said happily as she unlocked my restraints. She picked up her riding crop and escorted me to the steel table in the other corner and secured me into it. She walked around me slowly. "You broke rule number one." she said. I just looked at her, begging with my eyes. "you must be punished!" she shouted and swung her riding crop, bringing it down on my chest with a crack. I cried out in pain. She whipped me ten more times, each producing a yelp from me.She walked over to the closet and took. ‘Good Lord! We can’t eat all this stuff!’ I chided him. ‘Not all at once,’ he agreed, loading the stuff onto the conveyor. ‘But this gives us a selection so we won’t be down to rice and beans in a week. Choice, my dear. It’s all about choice.’ ‘But I like beans,’ I confided. ‘And how long are we going to be out here? A week?’ He shrugged. ‘I can’t guess, but it all depends on how accurate your assessment is of your cop friend. When he tells us it’s safe for us to return, then we can come back.. " When you go, Ovidia," he said, forgetting for the moment that my namewas now Iunia, "you must take the manhood elixirs with you. Take themto Iunius's domicile. The cohorts haven't abandoned their search foryou on our streets. We don't wish them to find our evidence."And with that, I was entrusted to the house of Iunius. He was a wealthyequestrian widow, and his husband had left him enough of an estate thatthere was no shame for a woman to manage it. Now he was a man, and hisslaves had.