Indian dominatrix – First Indian Man

First Indian Man – Indian dominatrix

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So I thought this is getting interesting. I will start sharing my experiences on my blog. I came to India as an exchange student last year. I live in a very posh area in south of Delhi.

Being an English student of philosophy in India is very interesting indeed. I get to meet and talk to so many men that seem to know all about philosophy, atleast they think they know eastern philosophy. I’ve had many men hold my hand in the past one year, promising to tell me my future. I know that to be the cheesiest end of Delhi men, but I wanted to taste everything and make my very own judgments.
The good thing is I have made friends with the owner of a nearby bar. It’s free for me to hangout there. If there is no one interesting in sight, it makes it interesting to just hang about around the bar, seem to some like someone who works here. To others someone waiting for someone. I have been approached by some courageous blokes even when I was in the middle of an engaging conversation with the burly bar tender. Let me call him Su (short for Surjit). He is a nice guy, very loyal to his wife. He has atleast one girl swooning over him everyday, but he is very discreet – Indian dominatrix.
On my first day to this bar with a few friends, we had a couple of guys come up to us. We shared a few drinks and they asked us to come with them for a ride to a more happening place. Two hours later, I had a small man (I’m 5’10) following me back to my apartment.
That is where my magic began. I asked him to take a shower. No I didn’t as much ask him, I ordered him. He came back wearing my pink robe! J I was wearing the other pink robe of Indian dominatrix. He was visibly embarrassed. I wanted to so prolong his misery.
So just as he tries to kiss me, I ask him if he cared for a glass of wine. Just as I handed him the glass, I attacked him. I wanted to see how he would react, to a taller, beefier girl taking charge. His initial response was to challenge my charge and apply force, but when I squeezed his arms in my palms and pulled him up to my lips, he melted. He could sense he was at my mercy.
I am strong for a girl, and I figure many Indian guys don’t work out regularly and if they do, it means taking a walk in the park! I on the other hand hit weights everyday and I know I am one of the stronger people in this popular gym in the neighborhood. I know because the owner has given me free membership for as long as I want, apparently my wearing shorts to my workouts has increased his annual memberships by 20%!
So this dude was in for a ride. I really lifted him off his feet and kissed him for a good minute, I was beginning to get tired, but I couldn’t let me see that. So I lowered him really slowly! As my next move, I held him by the robe’s belt from the front and stated dragging him to my bedroom. He was now confused. It did not seem like what he planned at the start of the evening!
As we reached the bedroom Indian dominatrix suddenly turned on him and ripped off the robe. He was now standing in bikini briefs before me. I could see his body was puny compared to mine. I wanted him to see that too. I switched on the extra light and with Indian dominatrix back towards him started removing my robe slowly. I could hear him gasp as my muscled back came into view.
To cut a long story short, I used him in many ways that night. He hated it to begin with, but fell in love with it later. I also gave him a spanking and got him to promise that he would never try calling me. I would call him when I needed to have a boy for Indian dominatrix use. He agreed.
We compared notes, he was 5’8 to my 5’10. He was slender built and had 13.5 inches biceps to my 12.5”, but mine are all muscle and his were almost no muscle. Some Indian men are fun for Indian dominatrix.
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