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Adhira Khatri by Rafael Menton

A tale of marital betrayal, interracial femdom and murder. Husband, Thomas Hudson, is betrayed by the people closest to him, and thus exacts a retribution on the friend who replaced him in his wife and daughter’s life. However, his revenge only lands him in jail. He fears what will become of him once he’s released, especially his former Indian neighbour who has long held fantasies involving him. Those fantasies will see him trained to be the kind of servile English servant of whom she has always dreamed! “For you to serve your Malkin as she wishes to be served, … it is necessary that your little white penis be as much under her control as the rest of you. The cage in which I have locked you will provide both discipline and motivation and, though you may still be unwilling to believe it, will soon ensure that you are made wholly subservient to her will and will want to please her not only that your cock may receive some release, but because you want nothing more than to please the Indian woman who now owns you.” Male subservience, female worship, humiliation, and oral toilet service.

 

 

Artist Credit

Cover Art © dmitry zubarev – Shutterstock.com

ISBN

978-1-954079-79-3

Page Count

22

Publish Date

05/06/2022

Word Count

22520

Excerpt

The crack of her matronly arse rose filled his eyes he knelt before her upon the cool bathroom tiles, his naked and freshly depilated body placed that he might stare up in worship at her powerful bare calves and equally brown thighs above.

The fact he could feel worshipful at all for both the legs and the woman who owned them, when not so long ago he hadn’t been in possession of one single libidinous thought in her regard, still baffling enough to have him shake his head with perplexity and no small self-disgust for the development.

The legs that so fixated him these days as puzzling to him as the less than beauteous countenance he now described to himself as… erotic.

“Kiss my superior Indian arse,” she ordered with a slight incline of her head. “Show me you accept your position in my service.”

Again his head shook.

She sounded as if she had been reading too much pornography of the Victorian era and he felt his usual contempt at her attempt to sound like some grand English dame.

Albeit, a grand English dame in the fleshy brown body of a woman who had once know poverty in her own land.

Poverty, he often told himself, that was probably as good an explanation for her warped needs than any.

Or at least any he could come up with.

All the above making his instant obedience to her all the more shameful to him as he rose from his haunches and allowed his lips to press against her fleshy brown buttocks.

A sigh came down to him from above as he felt his erection strain against the bars of the cage into which she had only just secured him.

“Good boy,” she demeaned him as her she reached back to separate those same buttocks with her hands and reveal the virgin ring of her rectum and the goose-bump like circle surrounding it.

Suspecting what was about to come, his breath caught in his throat.

And were soon proved correct.

“Use your tongue to titillate the exterior of my shit-chute and show you master how grateful you are for her looking after you.”

To his shock, he reacted to her humbling order with even more alacrity and felt his thwarted erection strain even more mightily against the unfamiliar restraint as the tip of his tongue circled and teased the outer-rim of her anus.

Even the acrid and earthy taste signifying this abject submission seemed to intensify his desire to continue doing it and he gasped as the agony and frustration of having a cock unable to express its… appreciation …provided a mental as well as physical aspect to his new reality.

His discomfort not going unnoticed.

“It is for your own good and will help you be more… pleasing …to me,” she cooed down to him. “You must accept that you are now dependent upon your Malkin for everything save for the air you breathe and the weather itself.

His answer to this…?

To use his tongue to continue teasing and circling the rim surrounding what she had described as her: “shit-chute.”

“Yes… That is a good boy for your Malkin,” her voice purred, its owner obviously in a heady condition to find herself served in such a way.

And by such a man.

“For you to serve your Malkin as she wishes to be served,” she went on, “it is necessary that your little white penis be as much under her control as the rest of you. The cage in which I have locked you will provide both discipline and motivation and, though you may still be unwilling to believe it, will soon ensure that you are made wholly subservient to her will and will want to please her not only that your cock may receive some release, but because you want nothing more than to please the Indian woman who now owns you.”

Feelings of the most acutely humiliating kind washed over his senses at her words and were made all the more excruciating for knowing that he had not the will to fight her insidious and growing domination him.

Worse!

In some dusty and long neglected corner of his soul, she had located a previously unsuspected longing for just that domination she was wielding and underneath which his manhood was buckling.

Even as his soul cringed to think what the daughter from whom he was unwillingly estranged would think to see him in such a position.

And with… HER!

“So long as you continue to earn my approval,” her voice drifted down to him, “I will have no objection to taking your little white cockle from its cage and allowing it some pleasure.”

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