Aatya kaslishi pana kadhat astana ek atishay kurup mhatari tithlya zadamagun aali ani tine aatyala magun dharla.Aatyane valun pahila ani ti ghabarlich... Ee hadal! Ti patkan bolun geli. “nahi pori mi hadal nahiye” ti mhatari mhanali. Ticha awaj bara hota. Aatya:”mag kon aahat tumhi?” ti mhatari: ti ethe eka mhatarya babachi dekhbhal karte. Mala dadimai mhantat. Tyachyavar maze elaj chalu aahet pan te bare hot nahit. Aatya: kay zala aahe tyana? Ti mhatari: tyana aajibat halchal karta yet nahi te. " She stood with her hands on her hips, head cocked slightly to one side, wonderful looking in a blue checked shirt and blue jeans."The only special thing I wany is!!!," I said. And to my absolute amazement and horror, I told her what I did want.She blinked. Her smile waned. "Excuse me? Did I just hear you right?" A kiss," I repeated. "A proper kiss, for-real kiss."She shook her head. "What kind of present is that?" The perfect present mum," I said.She was silent a moment. "You're serious? A. He told me to cross my arms in front of my thighs and hold them there. Taking two silk ties from his briefcase, he tied them together at the narrow end and proceeded to lash my wrists together, first wrappinging the ties around my wrists three times, leaving them separated by nearly two inches, then looping the wide ends of the ties around the wrapping and between my wrists, then tying the ends together with a bulky square knot. He checked the lashing carefully making sure it was exactly as he. If it’s a simple sentence I may have to write it a couple hundred times, like “the slave will always address her owner as Master.” Other times it might be a paragraph that gets repeated out a few dozen times. Each rendition has to be exactly correct too. Good handwriting, proper punctuation and capitalization. This punishment has the added benefit of instilling an unruly slave like me with a mantra that kind of conditions me. Not in the fantasy mind control stories kind of way but more in.