Us vakt chachi ne sky blue color ki sari or same color ka blouse phena tha or jab hum sabji le rahe te chcahi niche zook kar sabji achichi hai kya wo ...ekh kar wo sabji wale ko rate puch rahi rhi tab mera dhayn us sabji wale par gaya tha to uska dhyan mere chachi ke breast pe tha q ki chachi niche zook kart hi tab unke boobs thohe thode dikh rahe the .. hum vaha se sabe saman lekar wapas aaye to raste main achnak barish chalu ho gayi or hume 2-3 km tak koyi bada piad or safe gagah nahi mili. It was easy for me to be totally sincere, withmy ass still burning from the whipping I had just received. I didn't want toget on her wrong side again any time soon. Of course, I didn't know it thenbut, as I learned later, I didn't have to misbehave to merit a beating. Dianewould punish or torment me whenever she felt like indulging her sadistic streak.And most surprising of all, I came to like it because I was pleasing my mistressand indulging my own need to submit to this beautiful dominatrix.. " You know, you should come to my chambers tomorrow so that I mayinstruct you more properly in womanly ways," Jasair said as her toepushed against me.It took me a moment to register her comment, so distracted I had become.I swallowed and struggled to gather my thoughts. I think Jasair smirkedbut hid the smile with an indolent movement of her hand. I had a bodyslave to help me in my feminine matters but she was no noble borncreature of etiquette and I was still very course in womanly ways.. It said Canadian Mist on the bottle. He turned it up and drank down most of it. Then stuck it in my face."Drink, all of it bitch." I don't know why but I opened my mouth just a little and he shoved the neck of the bottle back in my mouth. He upended it and drained it into my mouth. The taste was nasty and it burnt all the way down. I coughed and sputtered. He warned me if I puked it up he would kick the shit out of me. I kept it down, but it took a lot of effort. His breath was hot and nasty.