Learning the Dance

Sengita

 

Michael was taken to a suite on the second floor of the main house. It was large and well furnished, with a view of the front driveway where he had arrived. A meal was waiting for him on a table by the window. It was late in the day. He ate slowly, showered, and then went to bed.

 

He could not sleep for some time, even though he felt physically exhausted by the day’s events. Images and ideas kept flooding through his mind.  He kept coming back to how contradictory his own feelings had been. As Mandy displayed herself for him he had been paralyzed with indecision. But then later as she was receiving her punishments he had been totally confident and in control. He had simply abandoned himself to the pleasure of Dominance. It was a feeling he had never felt before. He liked it. He felt himself becoming hard beneath the covers, and stroked himself gently for some time.

 

*   *   *

 

Michael woke slowly with nothing on his mind. He felt good. His bed was warm and there was a lovely fresh breeze coming through the window. He had no idea of the time but it felt like morning. An urge to piss slowly percolated into his consciousness, and he began to remember where he was. He groaned, and stretched out in his bed.

 

There was a soft noise beside him, and Michael suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a face, right beside his bed. He rolled quickly onto his stomach and lifted his head, rubbing his eyes.

 

“Please… I am sorry to wake you, Sir.”

 

“What? Argh! What time is it?” Michael was still looking at his pillow.

 

“I do not know the time, Sir.”

 

“Who . . . What are you doing here? Arghh!” Michael had to rub his eyes again, and then made another attempt to see who was talking.

 

Into focus slowly came the face. It was a woman kneeling beside his bed. She had dark hair and dark brown eyes, and olive skin. But her features were Caucasian, and Michael realized suddenly that she was from India. Raising his head he realized just as quickly that she was naked. She was sitting on her ankles with her hands held behind her, and she had her chest thrust outwards to display a wonderful, large pair of breasts. They had dark chocolate aureolae and dark nipples.

 

“Oh, Wow!” said Michael. He started laughing gently and a grin slowly spread across his face.  Now this was the way to wake up. He rubbed his eyes once again and looked clearly at the girl. “Who are you?”

 

“I am Sengita, Sir.”

 

“And what are you doing here?”

 

“I am your toilet slave, Sir.”

 

Michael’s groggy face froze and he felt his mood vanish as quickly as it had arrived. His head dropped back onto the pillow, face first. Toilet slave? What the fuck was he supposed to do – shit in her mouth? Michael’s fantasy life was extensive, but never had he wanted anything like this. Yuck!

 

“Look, there is some mistake. I don’t need a toilet slave. All I need is a bathroom and a toilet.”

 

“But Sir ….” The girl was sounding genuinely disappointed. “Sir, it is my function.”

 

“Your function? To be a toilet?”

 

“No sir, … I mean … Yes sir, if you wish it.”

 

“What?”

 

“Sir … I have been trained for this. My function is to assist you ,  … and, … and  make your experience as pleasurable as possible. It is what I do, Sir.” The girl seemed sincere, and Michael continued to stare at her. As he watched she dropped her head slightly and with a very impish smile she added: “I’m very good at it, Sir.”

 

Michael looked at her for a few more moments. Two big dark Indian eyes looked back at him with an expression that was more hopeful than hurt. Michael looked back down at the bed and then shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “OK,” he said. “I need to take a leak.”

 

“Yes Sir! Let me show you to the bathroom, Sir.” Sengita got to her feet with a great jiggling of breastflesh and fairly bounced around to the other side of the bed. “This way, Sir.”

 

Michael was sleeping naked. As he stood up he grabbed his semi–erect cock in one hand and started to follow the girl toward a door on the other side of the room. His other hand found Sengita’s firm olive skinned ass as they reached the door. Sengita squirmed up against him for a moment and then stepped through the door and turned to face him.

 

“Here we are, Sir. Here is where you sit.” She pointed to a strange looking chair made of chrome metal and leather padding.

 

Michael was too interested in Sengita to notice the chair at first. He had always had a fascination with Indian women, and with the erotic history of this nation. Some young Indian girls had the largest and floppiest natural tits he had ever seen, and often on very slim bodies. Sengita fit this ideal. Her tits were very large, and while they could hardly be said to droop they were quite different from the firm, convex melons he had enjoyed the previous day. These were the most alive tits he had ever seen. They never stopped moving. They had their own rhythm, swinging and jouncing in time with her bubbly personality. Michael’s member began to swell in his hand and then he remembered suddenly that he still had to pee.

 

He looked around the bathroom and saw the usual sink and shower, but there was no toilet. Instead there was this strange chair that Sengita had pointed to. It was shaped like a normal chair with padded arms except that the seat had that unmistakable horseshoe shape. The legs were made of tubular chrome and Michael could see there was nothing underneath it. Sengita was still standing there like a hairdresser welcoming a customer to her station.

 

“Sengita, you want me to sit there? Where is the plumbing?”

 

Sengita giggled and shrugged her shoulders, sending her breasts into another remarkable jiggling fit. “You’ll see, Sir.”

 

Michael stared at her a moment. “Sengita, you are not acting much like a slave.”

 

Michael’s comment was friendly and curious, but it had a remarkable effect. Sengita’s face took on a look of horror, and her hands came to her mouth. She started to slowly drop to her knees, and then she suddenly prostrated herself completely on her belly in front of Michael. Her hands reached out and she placed them on his feet.

 

“Oh Sir! I must be punished! I have offended you! Oh please be merciful Sir!” Sengita’s lovely body was shaking and Michael noticed for the first time some faint lines across her buttocks that must have come from an earlier punishment.

 

Michael looked down at the trembling naked body at his feet and he felt the power rising in him. His cock rose with it, and he stroked it firmly as it hovered over her body. He remembered how he had felt the previous day with Mandy on his cock.  “Yes, well.  We will have to see about a suitable punishment.” Michael paused and breathed deeply, squeezing his cock and allowing that wonderful sense of wellbeing to return. But under it all he still needed to relieve himself. “But right now I need to take a leak, and I feel as well a large bowel movement on its way. Where is the toilet!”

 

Sengita struggled to her feet. “Right here, Sir. Please. Sit.”

 

Michael moved over to the strange chair, turned, and sat. As he settled in the cushions gave way slightly and he could feel his cheeks being pulled slightly apart. In front his legs were spread and his cock was erect, his balls hanging freely underneath. He found he could lean back slightly and he did so, spreading his legs a bit further.

 

Sengita was still standing, and she went to a cupboard on the wall. She came back with a thick white cloth – it looked like starched linen. She folded it carefully into a large square, and then came to kneel in front of him, placing the cloth on the floor between his feet.  Her large eyes looked at him, then down to his cock and balls. Slowly she reached forward and cradled him softly in one hand while the other took his hardness and gently pulled it forward so that it was aimed toward her face. Her mouth opened and she looked up.

 

“Sir, I most humbly apologize for my impertinence. I deserve to be severely punished, and I will bear this as best I can. But if I may most respectfully offer an explanation  --  Please, Sir, I … I was told by my master that you would not be familiar with the services of a toilet slave and that I might have to show you. I am so very sorry -- I have been far too bold.”

 

With that her eyes were downcast again, and she gently held him aimed at her open mouth.

 

In truth Michael had quite enjoyed Sengita’s “impertinence” as she called it. This girl was a minx. She had a fabulous body and a sexy spirit, and he knew he could punish her any time he wanted. He could hardly wait. His cock swelled in Sengita’s hands.  

 

“Your punishment will come, Sengita, in due course. But first I need to pee and soon after I will need to take a large dump. So it is time for you to show me what you do.”

 

“Oh, yes Sir! Thank you, Sir!” Her eyes lit up again and she opened her mouth wide. Her face moved forward and gently she placed her lips around the head of his cock, still holding him gently underneath with her hands. Then she looked up at him, her eyes bright and expectant.

 

Michael couldn’t believe it. This girl really wanted him to piss in her mouth. Michael’s need was there, and he felt it growing until it began to hurt. He was so hard he had to push, but soon the flow began.

 

Amazingly, Sengita’s face reacted with pure pleasure as the first drops arrived. Her eyes closed slightly and she swallowed, her head bobbing slightly. Michael took her gently in both hands, as if to confirm she was really there. But then he leaned back, his head coming to rest on the cushion behind. He closed his eyes, still sleepy, and his bladder began to relax. The flow grew – he could feel the warmth of it in her mouth. He was completely relaxed now, and the relief swept through his body. He flooded her and listened as she continued to swallow and swallow.

 

As Michael’s flow diminished Sengita continued to gently suck him in and out, her delicate lips just behind the head of his cock. Then her hands went to pick up the cloth, and the next thing Michael felt was the touch of linen on his naked ass cheeks. He spurted a few last drops into Sengita and then he relaxed again, his cock swelling further. He began to push.

 

To say this was the most erotic bowel movement Michael had ever had would be an absurd understatement. He had always enjoyed producing a good stiff log, but this was incredible. Most interesting was the back pressure he felt as Sengita cradled his offering in her hands.  Michael’s hips started to roll back and forth, and he opened his eyes to see her still looking up at him. She held her lips gently over the end of his shaft as he pumped into her.

 

Michael took his time, watching Sengita’s face and seeing the pleasure in her eyes. At one point when he was widely distended he stopped pushing. Sengita sensed what he wanted, and began to move her lips pleasurably on his cock, all the while supporting and gently moving the log coming out of him. Then he continued to push, and finally he was done. Sengita paused for a while, making sure, and then she took the cloth away, folding it to cover its contents. Without taking her lips from him she reached to another container beside the chair to retrieve a smaller white cloth that she used to wipe him gently. This cloth was also folded and laid beside the other.

 

Then with a smile Sengita released him and swiftly turned around so that for a brief moment she was sitting between his knees facing away. Then she laid her head back, and to Michael’s astonishment she moved right underneath him and reached up outside his thighs to grasp the arms of the chair. Her legs went out in front and in a lovely athletic move, she suddenly rose up on her toes and pulled up with her arms to bury her face between his cheeks. Her hips and belly arched up and her large soft breasts rolled on her torso it rose up between his thighs.

 

Michael could not believe his eyes. His hands reached for her breasts, and he grabbed each one firmly and pulled them up between his legs. He kept pulling, his fingers digging in from all sides as Sengita’s tongue gently found its mark and began to burrow inside him.

 

“Arghhh! Oh Shit!” His eyes closed and he leaned back, pulling Sengita hard by the tits. Waves of pleasure radiated upwards from her tongue.  He lay there feeling her movements, his hips rolling, his cock rampant above his belly. His mind was fog, his body a pure pleasure receptacle.

 

“I see you have met Sengita!”

 

“What the Fuck!” Michael sat up, his hands still grasping.

 

“No! No! Don’t get up.” It was Dominic, standing in the doorway wearing a silk dressing gown and a huge smile. “Relax. Enjoy! She has the most wonderful tongue!”

 

He heard Sengita chuckle underneath him. She pulled up with her arms and pressed her face hard against him. Then she drove her tongue even deeper into his asshole with a hard gooshing jiggle.

 

“Fuck me! Arghhh!”

 

Dominic was laughing openly now. He came into the room and looked down at the two of them for a moment. The he spoke: “Alright, Sengita, that is enough.”

 

Sengita detached herself, and with a giggle she started to scoot out from under Michael. He let go and she rose to face him, remaining on her knees. She had a big smile and her eyes were full of fun.

 

Michael couldn’t resist. “Now there’s a shit-eating grin!”

 

Dominic chuckled while Sengita made a face. Then Dominic spoke, his tone becoming more serious. “Sengita you may go. Michael, I hope you don’t mind if I join you for breakfast. We have much to discuss.”

 

Sengita obediently bent over to pick up the white cloths, and then moved to leave. Michael spoke up: “I believe she still owes me a punishment.”

 

“Does she now.” Dominic looked at Sengita, who was now standing naked and silent in the doorway, still holding the cloths like a tray in front of her. He paused, and then said: “Tonight, after dinner, you will report here to take your punishment. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes Master.” Sengita’s eyes were downcast, and her bubbly personality was gone.

 

“Now go.”

 

Sengita left. Michael looked down and shook his head, still not really awake. Dominic went to a closet and brought out a gown like his own, and handed it to Michael. “Come. Breakfast is ready.”

 

They left the bathroom and sure enough breakfast was waiting on the table by the window. They sat and as they began to eat Dominic spoke: “I know you have many questions, and I am prepared to answer them. Some of the things you will be seeing today will surely raise even more questions, so perhaps we should get started.”

 

Michael looked out the window, enjoying the taste of his coffee. He felt very calm and relaxed. He still couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he did realize he was getting used to being naked and erect in front of Dominic. That was fine. But there was still much on his mind.

 

“Sengita and Mandy are slaves,” he said. “But they don’t seem very unhappy about it.”

 

“They are quite happy when they are not being punished, and when they have their Master’s attention. But it was not always this way. They have been very well trained – each of them.”

 

“Where do you find these girls?”

 

“It is a long process. Not everyone can be trained to be a suitable slave. Of course they must be young and beautiful, and it must be possible for them to disappear without raising too much suspicion. But more than that, they must be susceptible to traumatic learning. You know of this.”

 

“Of course.” Michael recalled some early classes in Psychology. “It is an important survival strategy left over from evolutionary times. When a person is in a position of severe stress the brain decides the lessons to be learned are essential for survival, and they are imprinted very deeply. At the level of a person’s moral code. But this is most common in children.”

 

“We do not use children.” Dominic’s voice was matter-of-fact. “But we find that teens and even young adults are quite susceptible when you find the correct stressors. For some it is pain, for others it is humiliation. For many the combination can be quite effective. The process takes some time, but in the end the slave’s devotion to her Master is as strong as any religious belief. Stronger.”

 

“But Sengita does not act like a slave.”

 

“Ah. And how is a slave to act? Michael, you must understand. We could suppress a slave’s personality and turn her into a drone. But we could never give someone Sengita’s spark if it were not there to begin with. And if it is there, why would you suppress it? It is beautiful.”

 

Michael was quiet, taking this in.

 

“Michael, the slaves I create are not the sad faced, fucksack whores you will find in any brothel. These girls are being prepared to serve some of the wealthiest and most intelligent and discerning men in the world. These men can beat and fuck a whore anytime. I deal with men who want something different - something quite special.  They want a woman who is stunningly beautiful and talented – someone truly desirable who will engage them and impress their friends. But they also want someone who is utterly obedient, and will submit to the most wonderful punishments and humiliations. Someone who can entertain at the head of an elegant dinner table, perhaps, and then at her Master’s order climb on top of it to spread her cunt lips while one of the guests gives her a good pussy whipping.”

 

Dominic seemed pleased with this image, and he smiled. “Perhaps this guest didn’t agree with something she said.”

 

Michael came out of his reverie with a chuckle. Like so much of what he had learned about Dominic and his business, it did make sense. “Amazing,” he said. “You make it sound like finishing school.”

 

Dominic laughed. “Well, yes, I suppose that’s exactly what it is. I did once have a man ask me to train his daughter. But he wanted her back, and I couldn’t do it. You can’t have a girl go though our training and then come back to everyone who knew her. People would get curious. The girls must disappear.”

 

Michael looked at Dominic. “I don’t suppose they are so happy when they first get here.”

 

Dominic looked back. “No. They are not so happy. But they are still gorgeous.” His gaze was steady, but then he was the first to look away. “Ah well, I see that now you have had your breakfast you want to know how the sausages are made. Well, it is time – I will show you. Come.”

 

 They rose from the table. Dominic went to open the door, then put his hand on Michael’s shoulder as he went through it. “We have a lovely new one – just arrived,” he said.