This story is from 4 years ago when I went on a holiday back to India with my parents.Halfway through my holiday I went to visit my cousin in the army...cannt in Bengal. My massu is in the army and I meet my massu/massi and my cousin every year. This was when I was 15, I was super excited to go there because last year I had a crush on a girl named mohini I met there. For the past year I had been waiting to fuck her and was thinking of ways to get her into my bed. A soon as we reached the cannt I. Therefore, if really ready to explore the darker, more dangerous side of the fetish world, I should reconfirm my application along with a face pic on which I have a sheet of paper in my hands stating that I am a slave who wants to get blackmailed. She told me to be careful what I get myself into and to think twice before I proceed with my request, since she would be very serious with blackmail and total control. She warned me that blackmail meant submission with no way of backing out and no. As I dropped the pen down, I bent and showed a great view of my thighs. It was sweaty, shiny and sexy of course. As I adjusted my heels, I stood up only to face my team leader who used to flirt with me even when I was dressed normally.He was definitely in for a party. The guys having control of my phone’s front cam must have been enjoying all these as well. My team leader was speechless and since he was on a call with his wife, he didn’t have time to talk to me. Thank God, I felt and walked. " She gives a massive fake sigh. "I am just too kind to littlefuck toy's like you aren't I?" Yes Miss Cleo... you are very kind," I reply, feeling the padlock go onto hold the yoke around my neck, feeling helpless, aware my arms are goingto ache before too long."Now... turn around," she says, and I do, carefully stepping in the ultrahigh heels. Funnily enough the restricted movement makes it easier tobalance in them.. though I'm doomed if I stumble. I feel Miss putsomething in each of my hands,.