CRAVING – A SLUT DEEPTI STORY 7deletedCHAPTER SEVEN: After the adventure with Swapnil, Mr. Iyer and I dispensed with the use of texting and accepted talking with the same phones. He continued to tease me with little challenges around the apartment and neighborhood. In the apartment, I would put the phone on speaker and he would direct me using his own imagination of what it looked like.He seemed to be using the days immediately after the car ride for gentler play and I had the feeling he was nervous about what my reaction might be after that experience. I assured him that despite my initial disappointment about not having a dog, I was fine with everything that had happened and desired more. I was intrigued by what his mind had come up with both in the Park and the recent experience. I finally was able to convince him I was anxious to experience more of whatever he devised.One day, he had me standing in front of the mirror using clips on my nipples and clit. They stung, but I told him I found it erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, he had me add more to my cunt lips. He then expressed his regret that he couldn’t see what it looked like. I asked him for patience and awkwardly walked to the closet to retrieve the camera. It had a timer function, which I set and placed on the dresser next to the mirror. I quickly turned toward the camera and I heard the click. I checked the image and took a couple more, adjusting the angle. I took the camera to the computer, downloaded it, then uploaded the images to the phone. I sent him a text with two of the images, one was a closeup of the clips on my cunt lips and clit. He was delighted, which made me pleased.Later, I took the images off the computer, transferring the rest to the phone. As I busied myself with that task, it occurred to me how happy and satisfied I felt. I tried to analyze why I was feeling it so strongly and it seemed to be that there was a man in my life, even remotely, that appreciated my efforts to satisfy him. A man I didn’t really know very well was giving me a sense of satisfaction and achievement my own husband didn’t seem capable of giving me.Another time, he asked me to lubricate the handle to my hairbrush and work it into my ass. How obscene. But, I did it and eagerly. No matter the request, I felt a strong and compelling desire to complete it for him. If I could, I would get a photo as I did with the brush sticking out of my ass.I started taking photos of myself to send to him. It might just be a selfie in the mirror or a timed photo in some pose. I took a photo wearing a sheer saree with nothing underneath. He came back quickly after that saying that one was very intriguing to him. He liked how I was exposed but still covered. He said he wished he could experience that every day. He came back with another suggestion for an experience with the car. I would be picked up at the same location, I should wear the same outfit, and expect the use of the mask, again. I asked, but he would give no further details. He did not seem to be someone who was satisfied with duplicating the same experience twice in a row. Even in the Park, he used different dogs or different teases. I didn’t think the two times in the car would be a duplicate, either. He was going to provide something different and the mystery of that heightened the anticipation for me. I was sure this time would somehow include a dog.The car trip followed the same pattern as the first time. I was a little disappointed to find the car only had Swapnil driving. I had speculated that the something different this time might have been the participation and attendance of Mr. Iyer. Not that there was anything about Swapnil that could cause any disappointment.I was given the mask, which I put on as I seated myself into the back seat. As we approached the entrance to the Western Expressway, I caught Swapnil’s eyes in the rearview mirror and he simply nodded. That seemed like a lot to assume from one previous encounter, but I was anticipating the same instruction to remove my saree and top. I smiled at him, leaned forward to pull the end of the saree from my shoulder, then pulled the top up and over my head. Without a bra, I was now naked from the waist up. I caught him adjusting the mirror and smiled at him, less embarrassed this time than I had been the previous time.I thought about how to more easily remove the saree in the back seat of a moving car since the struggles of last time. I shifted to my knees on the edge of the back seat with my butt toward the front and pulling the bottom edges above my knees. I then was able to pull the tucks from the belt around my waist and unwrap the saree material from me. I piled the material against the left side of the seat, the passenger side, and fell back into place in the middle of the seat. I opened my legs wide to his gaze as he adjusted the mirror a little more to see further down.I giggled, “Like this, Sir?”He laughed. “I must say that is beautiful. But, Deepti, I am not Sir, simply Swapnil.”“There is nothing ‘simply’ about you, Swapnil. I can already see that although you serve Mr. Iyer, it is not from a position of weakness, but perhaps from devotion or loyalty?”A voice intruded from the dash of the car. Unknown to me, the Bluetooth had been activated. “You are correct, my dear. Swapnil is far from a weak servant. Although he does serve me, he is most importantly my most trusted, and sometimes argumentative, professional advisor.”I smiled at Swapnil who had rolled his eyes in deflection of the compliments about him. I asked, “What do you have in store for me, today, Sir? And, will I have the pleasure of meeting you, this time, too?”“You will have to wait, my dear. We wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise. But, are you masturbating for Swapnil, Deepti?”I blushed and dropped my hands between my thighs. “Sorry, Sir.” Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my fingers. “She has the most beautiful and wet pussy, Sir.”There was a chuckle from the dash speakers, “I believe she uses the term ‘cunt’.” I blushed stronger as Swapnil’s eyes held mine for a moment. With all the chatter about me and my cunt, I didn’t achieve an orgasm this time, but I was certainly ready for anything. In fact, besides hoping for a dog, I was hoping for another coupling with Swapnil. His cock was magnificent and he was skilled with using it. I still was expecting Mr. Iyer had something more in mind.When we dropped off the Expressway and wound through smaller and smaller roads, I sat up in anticipation of our destination. We were indeed approaching the same remote area with the train tracks. I noted by the clock on the dash that the timing was very similar to the previous time.After opening the gate, driving through, reclosing the gate, and stopping the car in nearly the exact spot as last time, I accepted Swapnil hand as an assist in getting out of the back seat. I looked across the water to see people working in the test rice paddies. The bridge was still roaring with traffic and the train tracks lay before us as if a reminder of what they could carry at any moment.Swapnil came up behind me, slipped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into him. The last time it was all about the sexual act, there was little gentle touch. This felt good. I knew very well I was going to be sucking and fucking him, again. Doing it all in public and exposed to those who might happen to see even if from too far a distance for recognition or too quickly passed for recognition. But, still, I was in this man’s arms, his hands slowly and gently moving over my naked front, one hand down toward my crotch but not quite reaching, the other cupping my tit before taking the nipple between his finger and thumb. He squeezed the nipple and I mewed softly. He bent over so his other hand could reach down into my crotch, a finger slipping between the protruding lips. He raised the finger up to my mouth and I sucked my own juices off his finger. I turned my face up to him and we kissed.I turned in his arms and his hands caressed my back to my butt. We continued to kiss and he picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. He walked me to the bonnet of the car effortlessly güvenilir bahis and set my butt down on the warm metal. He laid me back across the bonnet and kissed from my lips to my throat, to my chest and tits. He spent minutes kissing and sucking my tits and nipples. My back arched at the attention I had never before experienced. A man was loving my body!When his kisses left my nipples and descending down my stomach, I sighed, then sucked in a deep breath as it occurred to me what he might be leading to. As his lips and tongue steadily descended over my abdomen and pubic mound to the top of my cunt and clit, I moaned so loud I thought it might draw attention from the workers except for the roar of the traffic above. He slid his hands underneath my knees and raised them up, then pushed them apart. I raised my head in utter shock at what he was doing. His mouth was covering my dripping cunt, his tongue playing inside and out, flicking at my engorged clit, then covering that clit with his lips and sucking hard. I was splayed out like a hen being made ready for stuffing. God, yes! Yes, I wanted to be stuffed by this man, again. But, what he was doing to me was too good, too wonderful, too heavenly to want it to stop. His tongue stiffened and pressed into my cunt. God! How … how does he do that? Men do this? I want a man like this.There was an emptiness. One moment, my cunt was covered by warm and attentive pleasuring and the next moment, it was gone. Emptiness and longing took its place. I opened my eyes, unfocused and directionless.“Is she ready, Swapnil?”I looked between my splayed thighs to find an older man standing alongside Swapnil whose eyes reflected lusty desire and eagerness. “Sir, I think she is always ready. The moment I touched her she was soaking wet.” I took it this was Mr. Iyer. Venkat Iyer looked every bit the successful businessman he claimed to be, but the respect and consideration Swapnil showed him was an even bigger indicator to me than his appearance. He had a kindly, gentle, fatherly face. He looked to be in his early 60’s and stood a few inches taller than Swapnil. He carried his weight well, but it was evident that a life of business and offices had added some pounds to his frame. His hair was quite grey and receding. He combed it neatly to his right side. A small mustache was below his nose. He wore wire-framed glasses. Like Swapnil, he wore smart slacks and buttoned shirt open at the neck.Puzzled about where he suddenly came from, I scanned around the trees to find an SUV parked away from the entrance we used. Standing next to the SUV attached by a leash was a dog looking very much like Sheru. My attention was brought back to their continuing comments.They had shifted positions so Mr. Iyer was now standing directly in front of my splayed thighs, but a couple meters from me. I was getting embarrassed by my exposure to them and started allowing my thighs to close, but Mr. Iyer reacted quickly.“No, dear, please. Please, remain just as you are.” Despite my increasing blush and embarrassment, I reopened my thighs as fully as before. My eyes met his, at least the moments when his eyes left his study of my cunt and body to glance at my face. He was unabashedly gazing at my open cunt and occasionally at my tits and the rest of my body.“I don’t know if I have enjoyed a woman so much as she.” He looked into my eyes. “Perhaps it is her maturity. She has a real body, doesn’t she? Her curves as enticing. I think you are correct, Swapnil, a sexual goddess seems appropriate with a little encouragement.”He came up between my legs, bent over and kissed my cunt. I shivered and moaned. There was something about this well-heeled, successful, and attractive man who had been so unashamed about gazing upon my openly exposed body and then moving up to me and kissing the part of me that seemed to hold his attention, the most private part of a woman.He put his hands out to me. I took them and he assisted me down from the bonnet of the car. He pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear, “Thank you, dear Deepti. I am sorry if that might have embarrassed you, but you are so lovely.” He put me at arm’s length and looked down my body, again. “I truly do enjoy a more mature woman.” He held my eyes. “You’ve been very receptive to everything present to you, so far. Are you ready for more?”I nodded and stepped into him, putting my arms around his neck. “Yes, Sir. Anything. Everything. You’ve helped me experience things and feel things I never believed I would or thought possible.” I looked over at Sheru and he chuckled.“I am glad to hear that.” During this time, Swapnil had disappeared behind the car and was removing two thick blankets and spreading them on some nearby tall grass. Mr. Iyer saw where my eyes were watching. “Yes, my dear. Have you ever been fucked three times in one session, Deepti? Would you like to be?”My mouth dropped open, then formed into a wide smile. I demurely looked at him, “Sir, as I have told you before until all this started, I was only fucked by one man and that turned out to be very unsatisfactorily. Everything you have offered me has been amazing and satisfied me, but each has left me with an increased craving for what else was possible.” I paused and placed the side of my face against his chest. “I will try anything you desire of me, Sir. You have ignited something inside me that has inflamed desires, needs, cravings I didn’t know could exist.” I raised my head to engage his eyes, unaware that Swapnil had completed the arrangement of the blankets and was watching and listening to our exchange. “Sir, I feel I am at a precipice in my life. My life has been unsatisfying and frustrating, but it was the life I had. You’ve shown me things, made me feel things, so many things, that are beyond my ability to express. The simple desires I felt born from my frustrations to have matured into cravings I don’t know what bounds might exist for them. I don’t understand what is happening to me or where all this will lead me in life, but at these moments, these experiences are what I need.”He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, his hands stroking down my bare back to the top of my butt. I melted into his embrace. That impression I had of him early, fatherly, morphed into something more. There was caring, respect, and consideration flowing from him, but there was also warmth and desire, desire for me.He guided me gently to the blanket. I looked at him and Swapnil standing side by side. They were also wearing masks now and I remembered the trains. Nothing was said or indicated. I simply dropped to my knees in front of them. I moved my hands to Mr. Iyer’s belt buckle, first. I undid his belt, his slacks clasp and zipper, then pulled his pants and underwear off his hips and down his legs. I did it quickly and without fanfare. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. His cock was uncircumcised, also. Although not nearly as long as Swapnil’s, it was longer than my husband’s, the only other cock I had any experience with. I raised his cock with one hand and licked the underside of it from base to top. I put the top into my mouth and began sucking on it. I pulled my mouth off, pull the foreskin back to expose the head, and returned my mouth to suck on the exposed head. I heard him gasp, his hand resting on the top of my head and I smiled around the cock.I moved to Swapnil and repeated everything with him, sucking his cock about the same length of time. Then, I moved back and forth between the two men, sucking and licking each until I had two hard cocks standing before me.I sat back on my heels, my knees separated to show my cunt and looked up at the two of them. “Sirs, would you like to cum in my mouth? Or, would you like to cum inside me? Consider me yours. How may I please you?”Mr. Iyer responded, “I thought this was about finding ways of pleasuring you, my dear Deepti.”I smiled demurely, “I will find pleasure in pleasing you both.”“And Sheru?”I giggled, “Yes, oh, yesssss … and Sheru.”He motioned me to lie on the blankets. “I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you, Deepti.” I was on my back, my knees bent and spread open. I held my arms out to him and he knelt türkçe bahis between my legs and aimed his hard cock to my cunt, moving the head up and down until he found my hole and pressed into me.I gasped at his penetration. Opening my eyes to find him supported above me on his arms, his hips smoothly and slowly pulling his cock back, then forward back in. I sighed and smiled up at him. “Thank you.” He looked at me questioningly. “I have imagined you doing this for a while since we started communicating. Now, I have you and you feel wonderful.”“You are an enchanting woman, my dear. Your husband is a fool.”I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his face to mine and we kissed. I didn’t want to think about my husband. I only want these two men … and the dog.My orgasm hit me before he climaxed, but it seemed that my orgasm may have stimulated his. My cunt clenched around his cock and he groaned, soon after he was shooting his cum into my body. He collapsed on top of me and I held him tight, feeling his cock move inside me as the last of his semen leaked from his cock.Before the last time at this place, Mr. Iyer had questioned me at length about the protection I might be using. He was concerned because we were a sexless marriage. He didn’t want to introduce Swapnil as a partner for me if there was a chance of my getting pregnant. I had laughed. Although his family had blamed me for being infertile, it was a relief to Prakash and it was at his insistence that I had my tubes tied to eliminate the possibility in the future. Once fully immersed in his separate life, the last thing he felt he needed was suddenly having a family involved. Such was my existence.The thought of fertile semen swimming around in search of an egg gave me goosebumps but it wasn’t to be and never would.Swapnil had his own idea of what he wanted to do. With my limited exposure to sex and positions, he lay on his back. I looked down at him puzzled. He told me to straddle his body and sit down on him, penetrating myself with his cock. I smiled at the thought and did as he instructed. I sighed as his cock penetrated me and continued to sigh as I sat down completely.“Oh, my God! How wonderful!”He laughed. “Do you know Kama Sutra?” I laughed. I was lucky to have any sex. “This is called, ‘Tigress’. It puts the woman in control.”I smiled as I raised up, then sank back down. Over and over. I loved this position. Then, he added more, “There are many positions, Deepti. Move your feet in front of you and lean back to me.” I felt his hands support my back as I continued to rise and lower, this position causing contact in new ways. “Now turn around without losing my cock.” I looked over my shoulder as if to challenge the instruction, but I did as he directed. It was so strange to feel him as I twisted around. Then he had me lean back as he held my hands. Then he pulled my feet alongside his head and I leaned back onto his legs. His cock pressed hard against my abdomen.“These are all positions, Swapnil?” I was gasping. The changing of positions worked to delay the orgasm that was building.“Variants of positions.” He had me sitting facing him, leaning over his face. “There are hundreds of positions and variations.”He thrust into me and I came, I exploded. I dropped my body onto his and buried my face into his shirt. Just then, the commuter train blasted its horn and roared past us. That ignited a second explosion inside me and my clenching cunt brought him to climax.The train had passed with hardly another thought. I was still on top of him. He didn’t seem in a hurry to separate and I certainly wasn’t. I could feel his cock softening inside me, slowly shrinking back like a retreating snake.I raised up and looked at him, then craned my head to gaze up at Mr. Iyer. “Hundreds you say?”Mr. Iyer smiled down at us. “Well, that is what Swapnil said. He knows better than me, certainly. But … I think a sex goddess should be well versed in many of those positions, don’t you?” I smiled up at him and nodded.I looked down to Swapnil, “I think I would require a patient instructor.” He smiled back to me and pulled me into a kiss and long cuddle.I felt movement and new sounds near. Without raising my head off Swapnil’s chest, I found Mr. Iyer’s legs and feet and the golden fur of Sheru seating next to him. The scent of sex, even outside, must have been potent because the tip of his cock was peeking from his sheath. I raised myself to sit on Swapnil’s hips. His cock had fully shrunk and only the head of it was still in my cunt. As soon as I moved, though, it too slipped out. As it slipped from my grasping hole, I attempted to squeeze with the muscles, bringing a smile from him.I moved off Swapnil and sat on my heels in front of the dog and Mr. Iyer. I patted my thighs and Mr. Iyer released him to come to me. I buried his head into my naked body, my arms around his neck as I petted and stroked his body, his tail wagging furiously in response. Swapnil was rising and pulling his slacks on. I patted the blanket to have Sheru get down on his side. I nuzzled his face, my hand moving over his belly. After the previous experiences with the dogs, my action was much less tentative. My fingers quickly moved over the sheath, stroking the sides and holding it in my hand.Without looking up, “You said your dogs had never experienced mating with other women, Sir?”“Correct, you are the first.” I smiled. I remembered my sense of almost pride at being their only human-bitch.“So, you have never actually seen a woman with a dog?” I looked up at him with the fingers of one hand stroking the sheath of his dog and the other fondling my own tit. My eyes felt glazed with renewed lust. He shook his head. I smiled and dropped my attention back to the dog.My tongue found the tip of his exposed cock tip and I licked off the drop of precum forming there. I put my lips over the tip and sucked more out and feeling the cock growing as I did it. I slid the cock into my mouth the inch or so until I felt the fir of his sheath. I pulled back and pushed down over it, over and over, taking more cock in the process. When I was satisfied, I pulled my mouth off and gazed at the reddish cock. Without looking at either of the men and mumbling more than speaking, I confessed a new building desire.“Someday, I will feel and taste man or dog-cum in my mouth after bringing it to climax.”I didn’t wait for a response, it was my own new desire, not born from their desires. I moved to my hands and knees and patted my ass. Sheru jumped to his feet and sniffed my ass. He gave me a few cursory licks, then was quickly on my back, his hips thrusting at me. My hand moved to assist him and even the feel of the cock sliding over my palm was thrilling. Like a Pavlovian trigger, the feel on my palm triggered the expectation of penetration and my physical and vocal response. I would not have been surprised if my cunt didn’t yawn open in the anticipation of the cock.I gasped and moaned with the initial penetration, then pressed back into him as he repositioned his grip around my waist and drove deeper into me. Then, as his frantic, a****listic mating behavior fully engaged, I heard the exclamations from both men as they watch the dog take over the mating ritual. My head sagged on my shoulders. When my eyes slit open, I was again aware of how my tits swung underneath me as the dog fiercely pounded my cunt with his cock. The forceful and dominating fucking served to ignite the remaining growth required for his cock. I felt it grow inside me and felt the knot forming. At first, I felt something larger pushing between my lips, then it was too large and was caught outside banging against my cunt. I pressed back at him as he pressed and forced his effort at me. The dog cock is good for fucking. The knot is entirely different, hitting spots inside me that only it can with regularity. The knot was a wonderful part of fucking a dog and an experience I knew I could never tire of.When his knot stretched me wide and finally pushed in, my mind and senses were singularly focused on that achievement. The moment of entry sent me into orgasm, an orgasm I was told had me shouting and screaming my reaction, but it was drowned out güvenilir bahis siteleri by the passing of the next commuter train. I only became aware of the train as the last cars were passing. The sudden awareness was shocking and intense and resulted in another orgasmic peak crashing over me even before the previous one had ebbed.Several days later, I was sitting on a bench in Sundar Nagar Garden next to the football field. I was watching the match. A young player from the far side had just sent a long pass toward the front of the goal and his teammate soared into the air and executed a perfect header, sending the ball into the goal. I have long marveled at the physical skills some people possess. Mr. Iyer was sitting next to me pretending to read a newspaper while Swapnil sat on a bench across the walk looking at his smartphone.Without looking up from the paper, he casually commented to me, “If I never saw you with the dogs again, Deepti, I would be eternally grateful for having witnessed it. The image is one I could replay in my mind in fine detail. But, I hope it is not the last time.”I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes. “I hope not, too, Sir.”“Deepti, do you know what a submissive personality is?”“You have used the term before, Sir. I looked it up on the internet and did some research. I think I understand.”“You understand the term?”I giggled nervously, “Yes, certainly, but I also understand why you have used it with me. I see now how my family had control over me and was able to dictate and manipulate my decisions and choices. I understand why my husband’s family was willing to settle on a girl from my background. I would be easily controlled and manipulated to serve the needs of my husband.”He was nodding, still seeming to be engrossed in some story in the paper. “I am guessing that despite the treatment you receive from your husband and your growing craving for sexual gratification, you still maintain an orderly and efficient home for him.” I nodded. “But, you don’t feel whole, fulfilled, do you, Deepti?” I shook my head. My eyes moistened and I looked away from the match, my eyes not focused on anything. He was right, I didn’t feel any fulfillment in my life. And, if this was his way of letting me know he couldn’t continue to help me, I didn’t know what I might do. His hand moved to my arm and gently touched it. “Deepti, a submissive is fulfilled by pleasing and serving, but there is also a deep need to be respected and honored in the process. Without that, it might as well be a servant’s job.”I looked directly at him and he put the paper down on his lap. “That is the way I feel. You understand, don’t you? You have for a long time.” He nodded. I dropped my head and mumbled, “I don’t know what to do. Are you telling me we are done? Are you saying my duty is to my husband? Are you saying this has been an intriguing lark, but it can’t continue?”I couldn’t bear to look at him in case his answer was the dreaded response I didn’t want to hear. But, I heard his voice light, but firm, in control, “Are you dressed appropriately for our meeting?” My eyes opened wide. I was wearing a saree with a top, but underneath I was not wearing a bra or panties or petticoat. I looked up smiling and nodded. I was also blushing, not because of the admission but because of the feelings of anticipation. I glanced at Swapnil and saw the kind, friendly, and caring smile lighting up his face. “I have no desire to end this, Deepti. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to move this relationship forward, but I think to move it forward would require some changes in your life.”“What kind of changes?”He turned on the bench to look directly at me. “Big changes. You want to be free to experience what is possible, don’t you? You are more than a bitch, Deepti. Recently, you have shown that you could also be a slut.” My face showed my reaction. “Do you doubt it? I know your desire, craving for dogs. It was the dogs that truly set you free. But, you have also shown you might crave the pleasures of men, as well, like a true slut. A submissive like you, Deepti, a bitch to dogs and a slut to men, would be fun to play with.”“What I now appear to be was with your guidance and assistance, Sir.”He nodded. “Yes, there was that. I confess my part in directing and manipulating your experiences all the way to sucking and fucking Swapnil before you eagerly did the same to both of us together.” He chuckled. “Then, as though we weren’t enough for you, you wanted to be mounted by Sheru.” I giggled shyly at the recent memory. “Swapnil called you a sex goddess, remember? I think with more guidance and control he will be correct, more so than he might have expected. Do you disagree, Deepti?”I shook my head. “No, Sir. I mean, I don’t know about the goddess part, but the idea he was expressing is exciting for me to imagine. But, it has been through your guidance …” I looked over to Swapnil … “and Swapnil’s participation, of course.”He smiled and nodded. Then, he became very serious and held my eyes with his. “Deepti, do you want this to continue, even to grow?” I nodded. “Are you sure, Deepti? To continue like this would become more restrictive and risky. It can be continued and grown but it would require the big changes I was referring to. To truly continue this satisfactorily we have to bring this out of the shadows. You are a woman who needs strong control and direction.”“I’m not sure I understand.”He chuckled, “I know you don’t. You are like a neophyte waiting to be groomed into being the slut and bitch you could be. That can’t be done in a few hours at a time, a few times a week. It requires turning your life over to it.”I looked up at him. I was stunned. When he said there would need to be changes, I never thought he meant changes at that level. How could those changes happen as a married woman afraid of what could happen? Oh … my God! Is he talking about leaving Prakash?“Sir, I can’t leave …”He put up his hand. “I understand how important the perception of your marriage is for you and your family. Though, I don’t think that husband of yours deserves you. He is a fool to have left you in this state that you should find yourself.”I stood and faced him while keeping a respectable separation between us in case someone should notice us. “I don’t understand, Sir. What can you possibly do to make a difference beyond what we have been doing?”“Answer me this simple question: Do you want to be shown, led, instructed, guided, and freed to seek and discover experiences you have only imagined and then well beyond those?” How would he do that? How do I answer that? How could I still be married and realize all that? But, if I could … of course, I would want that. What does that make me? A slut, a bitch? Yes, that’s what it would make me. Isn’t that what I have been moving toward with his guidance, already? Of course!“Yes … I would want that, but how?”“Deepti, there is a saying: To live fully you have to experiment; to have the ability to experiment, you have to have confidence; to have confidence, you have to be secure; to be secure, you have to trust.” He looked into my eyes deeper. “I have asked you before if you trusted me and you always said, yes. This time it is a much bigger question, isn’t it? Do you trust me this much, Deepti? Do you trust me to not only to free you up to experience more of this while maintaining your marriage but do you trust me to control what you experience? I am not offering you a love relationship, Deepti, this will be directing you into experiences.”“Yes, Sir. I do trust you with my being. However you think you can manage all this, yes, I trust you to do it. It excites me, Sir. I have become wicked in my desires, I need your guidance.”“Good, excellent. I am excited, too, as I am sure is Swapnil.” He chuckled and glanced to his assistant who smiled. Keep that phone nearby. In the next day or two, I will call for a meeting for it all to be explained.”“Yes, Sir.” I was almost giddy, which on its face seemed strange. I was almost giddy to truly become a submissive, controlled woman directed to increasing sexual experiences. But, I very definitely was.He turned to leave, his eyes showing that he wanted to give me a parting kiss. After only a few steps, I saw Swapnil say something to Mr. Iyer and he turned around. “Deepti, when I call for you, don’t forget to dress appropriately.”I smile … and blushed. I call after him with excitement, “Yes, Sir.”THE END