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Nissa’s StoryThe North India Trading Company was founded in 1924 by Lord AdamBeaverton as a rescue mission for young girls. In many countriesaround the world less value was placed on baby girls born into thelarge families living in poverty in the slums of the cities, or inremote villages. These unwanted young girls were sometimes abandonedon the streets of the city, or even put to death at an early age.Lord Adam had been appalled at the treatment given to these younggirls and wanted to do something to help some of them. He set up amission in remote village in Northern India and made trips to thecities to find these abandoned girls living in the streets and slums.At the mission, the girls were given good food to eat, medicalattention and most importantly an education so they could betterthemselves and enjoy a good life.Of course all this cost a lot of money, and after several years LordAdam began to run short of funds. About that time a young man by thename of Sir Thomas visited his friend at the mission and was greetedby the c***dren there, some of whom had grown into beautiful younggirls. Sir Thomas was quite enamoured by one of the older girls namedNehani, and after talking with her for a while he began to fall madlyin love with her. Before he left, he asked the girl if she wouldreturn with him to England to be his wife. Nehani quickly agreed.Lord Adam knew his friend would take good care of Nehani and gave thetwo his blessing.A few months after Sir Thomas and Nehani were married in England,LordAdam received a letter from his friend telling of how happy they werewith each other. Also enclosed with the letter was a generous donationfor the mission. It was not long after that other gentlemenacquaintances of Lord Adam and Sir Thomas began to visit the remotemission, some of whom also took a fancy to one of the beautiful girlsthere. Soon the mission was financially well off as donations startedcoming in from happy men who had found lovely and intelligent bridesfor themselves at the mission.For the girls, who had gone from poverty and death to become educatedand respected young ladies, loved and cared for by the handsome andwealthy men who had made them their own, it was a dream come true. Asword of the mission and the girls there spread, more and more girlswere saved from a sad life of poverty and despair and given new lives.New missions were started up in other countries to help the unwantedgirl c***dren there achieve a chance for happiness in a new life. Thegirls who showed a tendency towards having a more submissive orsensuous nature were given the means and the training to realise tothe fullest this character trait and were given special attentions asthey matured. These were the girls who were to bring the largestdonations of cash into the missions.And so from a small mission in a remote village The North IndiaTrading Company was born. Today there are twenty buildings and schoolsin various countries around the world to rescue the unwanted girlc***dren from the slums and streets of cities, and from the villagesnearby. Whenever possible the girls receive their training in theirown village by a representative of the company. Or, they are sent toone of the company’s schools to live and be educated there. The moneycollected from the donations is often put back into the community tohelp other people. The selected girls that receive special trainingare “sold” to some of the most wealthy men in the world and the moneyhelps to benefit all.C/W Dino Dave 1999 dino@canoemail.comNISSA’S STORY Part 1/3 C/W 1999 Dino DaveMy name is Nissa and I am a submissive. Master has left to go on amonth long business trip and has told me to use the time to write anaccount of my life so far, kind of a journal. He said that he would bechecking alt.sex.stories from time to time while he is away and wantsme to post parts as I complete them. So here goes.I never knew my parents since I was left as a baby in the lobby of theNorth India Trading Company building in Pune, near Bombay, with a noteattached to the blanket I was wrapped in saying to take care of me.I was sent to the Bangalore mission in the south where I was caredfor. I met many girls there like me who had been abandoned by theirmothers or had been orphaned. The staff and the other c***dren wereall very kind and I had fun there, but I always felt that I didn’tquite fit in. When the other girls would organize games, I was neverable to say what I thought, content to follow rather than lead. I waswell liked by both the staff and the other girls because I was alwayseager to please them, my wishes coming second.I would have liked to be more assertive but when the time came I wouldalways have the feeling that others knew what was best and would goalong with whatever was decided. This didn’t bother me however since Ifelt good when I was able to do things that would please someone elseand I liked having decisions made for me.When I was five years old I started to attend class in the missionschool house. At first I was a little frightened but the teacher wasnice and I was able to understand the things that we were taught.When the teacher asked me a question on something that I had learnedand I answered correctly I felt happy that I had pleased her. Alongwith the usual lessons on reading and arithmetic, the teachersorganized kind of plays that all the girls would preform in. Being soyoung I thought that some of these plays were quite grown up since wewere given costumes to wear and there were dances to learn as well aslines to remember, but we all had fun doing them.It was a few months before my sixth birthday, what I had come toaccept as my birthday since no one really knew what the date of mybirth was, that I was called into the headmaster’s office. Of course Iwas scared that I had done something wrong but my fears were quicklyput to rest when he sat beside me and gave me some sweets. Theheadmaster told me that there was a special program available forgirls who showed promise and my teacher thought I would be a goodcandidate. He went on to say that girls in the program were chosen fortheir good looks and for their charm and intelligence. That my teacherthought I was pretty and smart made my heart soar.The headmaster told me that I would receive my education with theothers in the school and when I was much older I would be sent toanother school, perhaps in another country, to get more specializetraining. After, when I would graduate, I would be chosen by a wealthyman and live with him as his wife. He said that if I didn’t want to bein the program I would still get a good education and live at themission until I was old enough to leave and find work or a husband bymyself. Every little girl dreams of being chosen by a wealthy man andto be his wife, and I was no exception.He asked me if I had noticed that some of the girls in the school woreshiny steel bangles on their feet and I said that I had. These, hesaid, were given to each girl in the program and were to be wornalways, to signify that she was someone special, a girl who knew howto give great pleasure to the man who would make her his own. At thetime I didn’t really understand what he meant but I knew this wassomething I wanted to do. He told me that when I was a little older Iwould be given the same kind of bangles for my wrists.The headmaster told me to think about the special program and if Iwould like to be in it. He said that I should go and talk to myteacher about it and she would answer any questions I had, and that Iwould need to decide in a few days whether or not I wanted to join.That afternoon I went to my teacher’s house and we sat and talked oversupper about the program and what was expected from the girls in it. Isaid to her that I thought the program was something that I reallywanted to do and she said that I had to be sure that I really wantedit since it would decide the course of the rest of my life.My teacher took from a drawer a set of the steel bangles that thegirls wore and handed them to me. I was a little surprised at howheavy the set of four together was but my teacher said that as I gotbigger and stronger the weight wouldn’t bother me. She let me try themon. The ones for my feet slipped over my heels easily and the wristbangles were way too big to stay where they were supposed to go on myskinny arms, sliding up past my elbows. She found a smaller set thatfit a little better. She told me that if I decided to enter theprogram I would see the fitter for my bangles so he could get themsized properly.I walked around the room a bit while wearing the bangles. At the timeI didn’t understand the feelings I had but it just seemed so right.When I would bring my hands or my feet together and the banglesclinked together a small chill would run up my back. I sat back downbeside my teacher with a big smile on my face. She helped me take offthe bangles and held one in her hand. It gleamed with a grayish bluelight. “Once you accept these bangles they become a part of you,” shesaid, “they can never be taken off. After you have them fitted andyour feet and hands get bigger as you grow they won’t come off. Theyare made from a special steel that has been hardened to resistscratching and are almost impossible to cut through.”You have to accept that if you decide to be in the program you mustgive your future over to us to teach you the ways of achievinghappiness for both yourself and the one who will make you his own whenyou are old enough. You will have to do what we tell you to do, evenif you don’t want to do it. For one thing you won’t be allowed to cutyour hair anymore. We will want it to grow as long as it naturallycan. Your life here won’t change much now, but as you grow up into ayoung woman you will receive more training that will help you achievethe goals we set out for our girls. Then, when you are ready, we willhelp find a man to take you and treasure you in love and happiness.”My teacher walked me back to the building where I slept. At the door Itold her that I would really like to join the program. She asked me ifI was sure and I said that I was very sure. She said that she thoughtI would do well in the program and she would let the headmaster knowof my decision. I felt very grown up that night, having made animportant decision about my future and hardly slept at all, imaginingmyself as an adult, laying on a fur rug wearing the bangles, while mymaster watched over me.Two days later I was taken to see the fitter to receive my anklebangles. The man’s name was Sam and he took a lot of time measuringdifferent parts of me, feeling around the bones of my arms and legsand writing on a piece of paper the measurements. He used somesandpaper to remove some of the hard skin at the bottoms of my heels.Then he put some oil on his hands and rubbed it all over my feet,pressing his fingers into the places between the bones. It really feltgood what he was doing. Sam went to a cabinet and took out three setsof bangles. He took some time holding them against my ankles beforedeciding on the size he wanted. Sam let me hold them for a while andtold me that these would be mine. Then he rubbed some more oil on myfeet and told me to relax. He took one bangle and slipped it onto myfoot. Then he pressed down on the top as he pushed it over the heel ofmy foot. It started to hurt bit as he pushed harder, but then itpopped over my heel and it was on.He let me rest while he cleaned the oil off and then he did the samething to my other foot. When I opened my eyes I saw the two shinyrings around my ankles and smiled. Sam washed my feet and used thesandpaper on some rough patches of skin on the bottom of my feet, andon my toenails. He gave me a peppermint candy to eat and rubbed somepeppermint smelling oil on my feet. Then he gave me a pair of softslippers to wear and took me back to my room. The gleam of thesunlight off my bangles kept catching my eyes as we walked. Thebangles felt strange banging against my ankles while the high tops ofthe slippers kept them from rubbing on my feet. I was told that Icould skip class today and rest in bed, but I was soon bored and inthe afternoon, after lunch, went out for a walk.I went out to the playground and sat on the swings, admiring my newbangles. I hadn’t worn the slippers but by the time I got back Iwished I had. There were red marks on the tops of my feet and in backwhere the bangles had rubbed as I walked. I expected to get in troublewhen Sam came to see me that night, but he just put some cream on thespots where it hurt and said that I’d be O.K.It took several weeks before I really got used to my bangles. I alsonoticed that I was treated with admiration and a little respect fromthe other girls in the school, and even from the teachers and staffthere. I was befriended by the other girls who wore the bangles andwas happy to be a part of their group. We were the chosen ones andalthough we were the prettiest and the smartest, we were told not tofeel superior to the other girls, but rather to feel fortunate to begiven opportunity to help others. We were told that wearing thebangles was a privilege and an honour and that we should never doanything to hurt someone or to make them feel badly, but rather to tryto help others with their difficulties.And so as I got older I was able to work with my teachers to help thegirls that were having trouble with their lessons. After my regularclass and some extra time helping the teacher, I also took dancelessons with some of the other girls. We put on a play where peoplefrom the city came and watched us perform. At first I thought I wouldbe too nervous to dance in front of strangers but when I saw how muchthey enjoyed our play it made me feel better.When I was twelve I was sent to see Sam again to receive my wristbangles. At that time he checked the ones he had given me earlier andgave them a bit of polishing. He gave me my new ones which slippedover my hands with little problem. They seemed a bit big to me but hesaid that I would grow into them, and sent me off with a chuckle. Ikept banging things with them for the first few weeks, but I got useto them much faster than I did the ones on my ankles.Two years later I was told that I would travel to London England formy secondary schooling. I was a little sad to be leaving all myfriends in Bangalore, but I was also exited to be going to a countrythat I had learned much about. I arrived in London and was taken to ahome owned by the trading company where I met four other girls wholived there, all with long hair and wearing the bangles like mine. Twoof the girls were older than me and were to begin their last year ofhigh school this year. There names were Rachel and Gwen. The othergirl was a year older than me and would be starting her second year.Her name was Lisa.I was introduced to the “dorm mother” whose name was Donna. She wasabout thirty five and quite good looking. Donna took me around thehouse and introduced me to the other girls and showed me where I wouldsleep. I was to share a room with Lisa, while the older girls had aroom next door. I was told that Donna usually slept in a roomdownstairs and if I needed anything during the night I was to go andsee her.That night we all went out to a night club nearby where we had a nicetime. The older girls danced with some of the boys there while Lisa,Donna and I sat and watched, enjoying the band that was sarıyer escort playing. I hadmy first taste of wine that night when Donna let me have a sip ofhers, and I felt like I was really grown up since we all stayed at theclub until quite late that night.I was happy to fall into bed when we got back since the long planeride and the night club had really tired me out. They let me sleepuntil mid afternoon the next day before Donna woke me with a tray ofbreakfast which I hastily finished off. Donna said that school was tostart the next week and tomorrow she would take me to buy the uniformthat all the girls there wore. Since today was Sunday we all went outfor a walk around the neighbourhood, stopping at a lovely park for awhile before returning home for supper.On Monday Donna took me and Gwen by taxi to the store downtown thatsold the school uniforms. Gwen had grown out of her old one and shegot a new skirt, blouse and blazer. The skirt was a gray and greenplaid and with the white blouse and gray jacket I thought she lookedvery pretty in it. I got a little nervous when Donna took me into thechanging room and helped me to undress and try on my uniform. Mybreasts were starting to get big and I was embarrassed to have Donnasee them but when I had put on the blouse, Donna went out and cameback with a bra for me. She helped me with the catch in the back andthen I put on the uniform again. When I stood in front of the mirror Iwas amazed at how nice I looked. My breasts filled out the blousenicely and my dark brown hair hung to the bottom of the skirt. Donnapicked up several pairs of the green socks that went with the uniformand we headed out of the store.The next stop was a shoe store down the road. Donna seemed to know theman there quite well and he measured my feet and got a pair of shoesfor me. The shoes were black and the part around the ankle came up alittle higher than with most shoes that I have seen of that type.Donna explained that the socks were to go on over my bangles and theywould rest on the top of the shoes so as to not be so noticeable thatway. When I tried on the socks and shoes my bangles were lifted up alittle and by looking you couldn’t really tell that they were there. Ihad never even thought about it since in my country lots of women woreheavy bangles on their ankles, but Donna said that here it wasn’t socommon and we didn’t want to attract a lot of attention to ourselveswhen we were at school.Donna sent all our purchases home by cab and we took a bus to see someof the sights in the city. After some supper in a fine restaurant weheaded back home again.It was near the end of my first year of high school that I made adiscovery that would change my view of life forever. I had beenworking late on a particularly hard English paper and I needed a bookthat I thought Gwen had in her room. I could hear them when I wentinto the hall so I knew she and Rachel were still awake. I knocked andthen quickly entered their room without thinking about it. The sightbefore me made me freeze and I stood there staring with my mouth open.Rachel was lying face down on her bed. She had her hands tied behindher back with some rope through her bangles. The end of the rope ledto her feet, passing through her ankle bangles and pulled up tightbefore being tied there. Gwen was laying on top of her with her headunderneath Rachel’s feet and down between her thighs. Her thighs wereon each side of Rachel’s head and she was rubbing herself against theback of Rachel’s head and neck. Neither girl wore any clothes.They hadn’t heard me come into the room and I stood there rooted tothe spot, my term paper forgotten, watching the girls make love toeach other. Their breathing was getting faster and they were eachmaking little muffled moaning sounds. Rachel was twisting her handsand tugging with her feet, then rubbing them on Gwen’s back, urgingher head deeper into her crotch. Gwen was thrusting her bottom up anddown, banging her pussy into the back of Rachel’s head. Rachel’s hairwas becoming slick with Gwen’s juices. I had reached down and waspressing my hand onto the spot between my legs.Suddenly Rachel pulled her hands up behind her back, causing her feetto push Gwen’s head harder into her, and let out a long groan into herpillow. A few seconds later Gwen arched her back up, pushing herselfdown harder onto Rachel’s head. I saw her hands fly out to graspRachel’s thighs and the muscles on her back quiver as she found herrelease.I backed slowly from their room, closing the door as softly as Icould, then walked back to my room. Lisa was still asleep as I satdown at the desk and stared at the computer screen for ten minutes orso. There was no way I would continue with my essay tonight so I savedthe file and switched off the computer and the light, then crossedover the room and got into my bed. The image of Gwen and Rachel stillburned brightly in my mind. My focus kept being drawn to the coils ofrope looped through Rachel’s bracelets, holding her hands and feetclose together. And Gwen’s body pressing down on Rachel, her crotchpushing Rachel’s face into her pillow. I rolled over onto my stomach.I brought my legs up and reached back to hook my fingers through myankle bangles. I started to rock myself back and forth on the bed,slowly so I wouldn’t make too much noise.My night gown had gotten bunched up underneath me and it was pressinginto my pussy. I slid down a little and squeezed my legs together,trapping it between them. I could feel the sensations building withinme and I rubbed my thighs together faster, pressing down harder on theball of cloth that had gathered between. Rachel’s wrists twistinginside her bracelets, trying to pull against the unyielding tightnessof the rope binding them together. I pulled harder on my anklebangles, moving my wrists closer together. I heard the gentle clink asmy bracelets touched together. I did it again, the sound sending ashiver up my spine.I was frantically humping the ball of nightgown underneath me whilepulling my feet back to press on my bum when I came harder than I hadever done before. As I ground my pussy down on the cloth my head waspulled up and I had my mouth open in a silent scream. I let my fingersslip from my bangles as I fell, exhausted, down on my bed with littleshivers racing across my body. It was some time before I was able tostand and stagger into the bathroom. The front of my nightgown waswrinkled and soaked and it smelled kind of funny too. I cleaned up alittle and took a pee, then went back to bed. I tossed and turned forhours, unable to sleep thinking about what I had seen that night. Atone point I took a sock from the hamper and with my hands behind myback, pulled it through my bracelets and tied a knot in it. I musthave fallen asleep like that because when I woke up the knot hadslipped out and my hands were free, but the sock was still through oneof my bangles.The next day Rachel and Gwen were their same friendly selves so Iguess they never saw me in their room that night. But the images ofwhat I saw continued to haunt me for weeks after, until I summoned upenough courage to ask Donna about what I suspected were the realpurpose of the bangles we wore. One evening after supper I asked herif I could talk to her. We went to her apartment and she gave me aglass of milk from the fridge. We sat by the big front window for awhile watching the cars pass by the house. I didn’t quite know exactlywhat I wanted to know and I just kind of blurted out “Why do we wearthese bangles?”Donna began telling me how they add a kind of symmetry and beauty toour bodies that is attractive to the eye. She went on about how theymark us as one trained to give of ourselves and to help another findhappiness and peace. I had heard all this before. I just had to knowif my suspicions were correct. I put down my glass of milk on thetable and, surprising myself with my boldness, looked her right in theeyes. I brought my hands behind my back and clinked my banglestogether..Donna’s eyes grew wide and a sly smile began to spread on her lips.She sat back on her chair and said that usually we don’t find outabout this until we are older. The technical term is bondage, shesaid, and if you look it up in the dictionary it can mean servitudeowed to someone or the relationship of a slave to his master, also tobe tied, bound, made helpless. Many people find that tying up someoneand making them helpless gives them a kind of power over that person.Others enjoy the feelings of helplessness that being tied up bringsthem. The one doing the tying is referred to as the master or topwhile the one being tied is the bottom or sub, submissive, willing tosubmit to their master’s wishes. Some people like to switch, sometimesbeing the bottom and sometimes the top.Donna told me that none of this should ever be forced on someone whodoesn’t want it. “The company tries to bring you girls up to realizeyour fullest potential as a companion for one of our clients, the menwho come to us looking for a partner or a mate. All of this will beexplained to you when you finish your schooling here. You will be sentthen to another place to complete your final training. There you willbe instructed on how to use your body to attain the most pleasure foryourself and the man who will make you his own. It is there where youusually find out the true purpose of the bangles you wear. There is noharm that you have already guessed however.”Donna stood up and went into the other room for a minute, returningwith a small metal object which she gave to me. It was a small ovalshaped ring with a piece in the middle that hinged inward when Ipushed on it. Donna took one of my hands and pushed the ring onto mybangle. The piece closed with a little click. She took my other handand pushed that bangle into the ring, clicking it on. My hands werenow joined together in front of me. I saw that I could push the pieceof the ring down with my thumb and free myself, but I didn’t. Donnasat down again across from me and watched me twist my hands around andgently try to pull them apart. “You won’t break that ring,” she said,”it’s made from the same metal as the bangles.””How do you feel, Nissa?” she asked me when I had sat still with myhands together in my lap for a few minutes. “Does it annoy you? Do youlike it? Are you a bottom or a top? Or does it not really matter atall? During the next few years you will find your answers to thesequestions. Everyone has a different take on the subject of sex andthere is no right or wrong way to achieve the pleasures from it,unless you are hurting someone or making them feel uncomfortableagainst that person’s wishes. At the company, we try to let you findout what you want and then we match you to someone with similartastes.”Donna came over to me and unhooked the ring from my bangles. Sheplaced another one in my hands, this one had a covering of blackleather over it. She said that I could keep this one if I wanted to,the leather would cushion it so it wouldn’t make noise rattlingagainst the bangles. That night I slept with my hands together infront of me, the little ring holding my bracelets close together.After my room mate was asleep I rubbed myself silly before driftingoff into a deep sleep. In the morning the little ring was still there,holding my bangles and my hands together.After I had my talk with Donna I was able to better understand thefeelings I was having from seeing Rachel being dominated by Gwen thatnight. Of course I knew I was happier to let others take charge andmake the decisions for me but I had thought before that this was notright and I should try be more assertive. Now I saw that it was O.K.to let another take the lead and that I could be happy to followalong. I also understood the purpose of the bangles and the feelingsthat would come over me when I used the little ring that Donna gave meto attach them together at night.It was due to this new understanding that I became more at peace withmyself and was better able to concentrate on my school work,graduating with high marks that first year. We all had a big party atthe end of the school year before Gwen and Rachel were sent away fortheir final training period. Donna and Lisa and I did some travellingin France and Spain during the summer holidays, returning to the housein London a few weeks before the fall semester. Three new girls joinedus for that year, two were twins from Thailand, Kim and Lynn, whilethe other girl, Susan, was from China.This was my family for the next two years and we all worked hard atour studies. I still shared the room with Lisa and it was a few weeksafter Christmas that we found ourselves suddenly drawn to each other.I still liked to connect my bangles together at night with the ringthat Donna had given me and that night I guess I made a little toomuch noise when I thought Lisa was asleep. I had attached my handsbehind me and was on my stomach pressing myself into the mattress whenI felt the covers lifted off of me. Opening my eyes I turned my headand saw Lisa standing holding the blankets off me, staring at me withmy hands bound behind my back.After a few awkward moments I moved my hand to open the ring and freemyself but Lisa sat down beside me and put her hand over mine. Herfingers examined the little ring that held my bangles together,pushing open the catch and letting it snap shut again. Then she liftedthe hem of my nightgown, I, raising myself up a little so she couldslide it up past my waist to my shoulders. Lisa then ran her hand upand down my back, under my arms. Her other hand came down on my thigh,pushing in between. I parted my legs a little and soon she found theplace that I couldn’t reach, bound as I was.Lisa never said a word as she rubbed me on my bed that night andlater, when I was done, she got up and placed the blankets back overme and went back to her own bed. It all had seemed like a sweet dreamas I lay there, soon drifting off to sleep. The next morning I awoketo find Lisa sitting on her bed looking at me. She gave me a smile anda nod but the events of last night were never discussed, not duringbreakfast nor during the walk to school. After school I looked forLisa but she didn’t show up so I walked back home with the others. Itwas about an hour later that she came into our room and started tochange her clothes, all the while giving me sly smiles. She came overand sat beside me.”I bought you a present.” she said, and gave me two brass padlocks.She took the keys and attached them to a ring with a heart shapedpendant hanging from it. “Those are yours and these are mine.” shestated, pocketing the key ring. That evening while we did our homeworkLisa told me to put one of the locks through my ankle bangles. Thefeeling I had when I did what she said and I heard the lock click shutwas indescribable. I did find it hard to concentrate on my studiesthat evening. Later on Lisa unlocked my feet long enough for me to usethe bathroom and take off my clothes before she put the locks on me,one for my feet and one for my hands, connecting them in front of me.Lisa undressed and lay down on her bed. She told me to come over toher, which I found difficult with my feet locked together, but Imanaged. I sat on her bed and we began to touch each other. Lisa layback and waited for me. I got the hint that she wanted esenyurt escort me to do to herwhat she had done for me last night and I started running my hands upand down her body, eventually centering my attentions on the placebetween her legs. I began exploring her pussy, putting first one, thentwo fingers inside her hot, tight hole while rubbing that sensitivenub at the top with my thumb. It wasn’t long before Lisa’s back archedup off the bed and I could feel the pulsations of her cum in myfingers. When I took my hands away from Lisa’s crotch and I brushedthe hair off my face I caught the scent of her off my other hand. Itouched my finger to my tongue, just curious of how it would tastelike. Lisa’s eyes popped open just as my finger touched my tongue andI think she saw me. She gave a great smile and raised her armsinviting me to lay down on top of her.I stretched down on top of her with my arms up over her head and welay there and cuddled for a while. Then Lisa told me to go to my ownbed. As I shuffled across the room I was at first a littledisappointed that she told me to leave, but then I remembered how goodI had made her feel, and how good she had made me feel the nightbefore, and I crawled into my bed quite pleased with myself. I heardLisa call my name and say good night, I answered her back. The feelingof having my ankles locked together was new to me but it was notunpleasant at all and I was able to fall asleep soon after.That was the beginning of what was to be my first love affair, onethat lasted a year and a half, until Lisa graduated and was sent awayfor her final training session. During our time together I was able tounderstand and develop my own submissive tendencies while Lisa,although not really dominant herself, would really enjoy having me asher “slave”. We always kept our affection for each other to ourselvesduring that time but I think that even if Donna found out, and I’msure she knew anyway, there would not have been a real problem overit. As I was to find out later during the final training that thiskind of play is encouraged amongst the girls in the program.During my senior year at the high school Susan, the Asian girl, movedto my room. She was a nice girl but she didn’t seem to know much aboutsex and I didn’t think it was my place to tell her. She found outquickly that I liked to lock my hands and feet together at night (Lisahad given me the keys for the locks when she left) and one time I putone of the locks on her wrist bracelets and we fooled around a bit,but I could tell she wasn’t really into it like Lisa and I had been.But she did tolerate my clanking and thrashing around at night so thatwas O.K.It was just before Christmas of that last year that I had my firstreal experience with a boy. Our school was all girls but theyorganized dances from time to time with an all boys school nearby.Looking back, those early dances were comical affairs with the girlson one side of the gym and the boys on the other, all too shy to crossover and mingle, but as I got older or curiosity took over, us olderones made the move to get to know one another. I was talking with agroup of friends and from the corner of my eye I saw a rather handsomeboy move over to stand beside me. I turned to him and he asked me if Iwanted to dance, so we did. It felt a little awkward at first but Isoon started to feel more comfortable with him. We danced together forthree songs, the last one a slow number where he held me close as Ileaned my head on his shoulder.After, he got us some punch and we sat and talked for a while. He toldme his name was Steve and he said that he thought I was very pretty.We danced for a few more songs and he asked if he could see me again.He gave me his number and I said I would have to ask my mum (Donna)and I would let him know.The next morning I told Donna about Steve and that he wanted to see meagain. Donna said that it was O.K. to date him but that I would haveto tell him that I couldn’t get serious with him since I was still tooyoung, and that I would probably not see him again after I graduatedand was sent on for my final training. But it would be good for me togain some experience with boys my own age, she added. I called Stevethat afternoon and we made plans to go see a movie that night.I met him at the front of the house and we took a bus to the theatre.During the movie Steve put his arm around me, holding me close to himand we kissed a few times. Then, afterwards we walked back, stoppingin a park to sit on one of the benches, cuddling and kissing somemore. I was a little nervous at first but Steve’s body felt niceagainst mine, different, when I ran my hands across his chest and downhis arms. Steve took my hands and was playing with my bangles, turningthem around. He asked me how they came off since he could see no catchand I said that they didn’t come off. I lifted my leg and pulled upthe cuff of my jeans to show him the ones on my feet and he bent tolook closer. When he hooked his finger through it to pull my leg up alittle, a warm feeling began to spread through me.I started to tell him about the special program that I was in and howa husband would be found for me when I was older. He knew about thearranged marriages that were common in my country and I said that itwas something like that. I told him that the bangles that we wear area symbol or a kind of mark for us who are in the program. All the timeI was talking he had been playing with the bangle on my ankle, turningit around and feeling the inside with his fingers. He turned and satbetween my legs, never letting go of the bangle, and pressed his hipinto my crotch, holding me with his other arm, kissing me on my neckand lips.I brought one hand down to his and he hooked his fingers through thebangle on my wrist, clinking it together with the one on my ankle. Imelted into him then, tugging gently to free myself yet not wantingthis time to ever end. We kissed and cuddled some more, then hereleased me and he walked me the rest of the way home. I could tellthat he was pleased with me and I said that I would call him tomorrow.When I went into the house I met Donna in the kitchen. She looked meover and asked how my date went. I got the feeling that she wasn’tinterested in the movie we saw when she asked me to come and sit inher room. It was there that she started to talk about boys and men andsex. By this time I had heard or figured out most of it but there werea few things I had not known so she filled in a few blank spots forme. Then she handed me a few foil wrapped condoms with the warningthat if I wanted to go farther with Steve I was to use them. She madeit clear that I would learn more on this subject later, but I was freeto experiment now if I wanted to.I went on three more dates with Steve during the next two weeks but hewas the perfect gentleman and we never got past the hug and kissstage. Then he called and asked if I wanted to come over to his housethat Saturday night. After I said yes he told me that his parentswould be away for the weekend and we could have the house toourselves. I said that I would see him then.Steve sent a taxi for me that evening and Donna saw me off with a hug.I hadn’t told her about Steve’s parents not being there but I knewthat she knew something was up. Steve lived in a nice house set backfrom the quiet street and he met the cab when it pulled up in front.After he closed the door and hung up my coat he surprised me bypulling my hands behind me and then pressing hard against me, kissingme passionately.As he held my arms tightly behind my back I started to feel thestirrings in my stomach and crotch. Steve released me and when Iopened my eyes he was smiling at me. I, still keeping my hands behindmy back, smiled at him. We went up the stairs and into his room. Heturned to me and began to unbutton my blouse. I stood there and lethim take off all my clothes which he did slowly, savouring each bit ofmy body as it was revealed. After I was naked he quickly stripped andwe lay down together on his bed.I toyed with the tuft of hair on Steven’s chest as he lay back andwatched me. I moved my legs and heard my bangles clink together.After a while we sat facing each other and Steven started to play withthem. He asked me if they bothered me and I told him no, that I kindof liked them. Then he did something that I had longed for but hadhardly expected.Steven reached into a drawer beside the bed and came back with a shortpiece of thin chain and a lock. He passed the chain through my twoankle bangles, then connected the ends with the lock, locking my twowrist bangles together with it before snapping it shut. I sat with mywrists locked together and attached closely to my ankles as he layback against the headboard watching me. I pulled at the lock and chainthat bound my bangles together but there was no way I could get free.When I looked up at Steve’s eyes and saw the intent stare he wasgiving me my emotions quickly cycled from fear to thrilled then tosurrender, ready and willing to accede to his wishes.Steve reached out to stroke my hair, running his hands down it’slength along my arms to my hands laying on the bed between my legs.He grasped the chain and pulled himself up, closer to me, to plantlittle soft kisses starting at my toes and working up my arms to myneck and face. I tried to raise my hands to caress his face but thechain jerked tight pulling my feet closer together, the links rattlingthrough my bangles. Steve reached down past the chain to my pussy,stroking the patch of hair there for a moment before going lower tothe opening which had become quite damp already. I grasped his armbetween my hands when his finger found the spot, pressing it harderinto me. He slipped a finger into me then, moving it around insidewhile he bent closer and kissed me on my breast, then taking thenipple between his lips and sucking it into his mouth while rubbing myother breast with his hand.Feelings of passion began to overwhelm me from the stimulation at mytits and pussy. I let my eyes close and, leaning into him, started tomoan and twitch a little as the tension built. I grabbed the chain topull hard on it when I felt myself start to fall over the edge, mywhole body growing taut as the powerful orgasm coursed through me.Steve had his arm around my shoulders when I came back to reality, hislips pressed gently to my cheek and his other hand softly stroking mypussy. He leaned back on the bed, pulling me down with him. I lay onmy side with my head on his stomach and my hands, still bound to myankles, between my legs. His prick was near my face, twitching fromtime to time and I could see a drop of wetness at the tip. I moved myhead closer to stick out my tongue and taste the slight saltiness ofit. I started to lick the head of it before taking it between my lipsand drawing it into my mouth.Steven rubbed my back and neck, gathered up my hair to run it’s lengththrough his fingers while I took more and more of him into my mouth. Iwould move my head back and lick around the tip, then slide down,farther each time until I had the whole length of his cock in my mouthand part way down my throat. Soon Steve began to let out a little gaspeach time it went deep into me. I shifted to get up on my kneesbetween his legs. With my hands pulling on my feet my ass was high inthe air as I bent to catch his cock with my mouth again. I flicked myhead first to get the hair out of my way and it spread like a blanketacross his chest. Regaining my treat I rocked back and forth, bobbingmy head up and down on his throbbing prick.Steven brought his legs up to press his thighs against me and to rubhis feet over mine and the bangles around my ankles. At one point Iheard him ask me if he could come in my mouth. I looked up to him andshook my head, yes. At the time I would have jumped out the window ifhe asked me to, if I hadn’t been bound hand and foot that is.I soon started to feel the quivering in his thighs pressed against meand I knew he was close. I pressed harder with my tongue to push thehead of his cock tighter against the roof of my mouth on each stroke.Steven’s hips lifted slightly off the bed and, taking a deep breath, Ilet myself slide all the way down to nestle my lips in the hair at thebase of his cock, the head of it deep in my throat. I moved my head ina tight little circle, once, twice. Steve exploded his load of cumstraight into my stomach. I could feel the surges of it blastingthrough his prick as I fought to follow his hips, keeping him deepinside me as he writhed in pleasure on the bed. I raised up, getting aspurt in my mouth, and let his cock slip out to flop on his bellygiving a final twitch and dribbling on his stomach. I rocked back tosit on my heels while I watched him come back to life.After a few moments his eyes fluttered open and focused on me. Heraised up and gripped me around the waist, giving me a big smile and akiss on the end of my nose. Then he reached back to the table besidethe bed to get the key to the lock. After he had released me we laytogether for a while before we got up, I to go to the bathroom as heprepared us something to eat. After I had a pee and cleaned up a bit,I went down and found Steven in the kitchen. He poured me a glass ofwine, then set out some plates and things on the table. I saw that thelock and the chain was placed on the table beside one of the plates. Iasked Steve if he needed any help and he said no, so I sat down at thetable. Steve poured some dressing in the bowl of salad, then came overand placed it on the table. I picked up the chain and lock, looking athim. When he asked me to put it on myself, glancing down at my feet, Iwas quick to obey, slipping the chain through my bangles and clickingthe lock on the two ends.I looked up and received a warm smile from Steven, who fetched thewine from the counter, returning to fill my glass, then sitting besideme. We had a nice meal starting with the salad and then some lasagnawith garlic bread followed by warm apple pie with ice cream andcoffee, which we enjoyed in the front room after I helped Steve cleanup the dishes. I offered to do all the clean up and I think thatSteven wanted to just sit and watch me, but he did most of it so wewould have more time for other things, I guess.The chain let me take short steps so after we had our pie and coffeein the living room I gathered up the plates to shuffle into thekitchen to wash them while Steve sat on the couch watching me. Then wewatched some T.V. for a while, cuddling on the couch. Finally Stevetook my hand to lead me up the stairs and into his room again. Ipulled my dress over my head and tossed it on a chair. I hadn’t put onunderwear from our time earlier so I was instantly naked and alreadychained, ready for him.That night I lost my virginity to Steven. When we started to getserious on his bed I told him that I had never fucked before, whichkind of surprised him since our earlier encounter had been so nice.At first he didn’t want to do it but I told him that I would bepleased to go all the way with him so he promised to be gentle. He gotsome towels from the hall closet, saying there might be some blood,and he put them under me. I was going to ask him to use a rubber whenI saw him get one from his dresser and roll it onto his cock.. Myankles were still chained together but he lifted my feet up avrupa yakası escort and, withhis knees on either side of my hips, slowly started to push into me.He pushed his prick in a little and stopped, asking if I was alright,before going in a little more. I was a little scared if there would bea lot of pain but when it happened I hardly even noticed. Steven hadgotten all the way in and was stroking slowly when I felt a kind of apop down there. It hurt just for a second before Steven started tothrust into me harder and faster, my legs up in the air and himstroking them, kissing my feet and around my bangles. I lost myself inthe steady rhythm of his pumping, the wild sensations coming from thatplace where we were joined. It didn’t take long for me to reach thatpeak again. When Steven came, his cock pulsing as he pushed deepinside me, I felt myself clamp down on him as a tidal wave ofsensation flooded over me.There was some blood as Steve pulled out but the towels he hadthoughtfully provided had caught it all and there was no mess on thebed. I peeled the condom off him before taking all and hobbling intothe bathroom. I found some soap and soaked the towels in the tub. Iwashed myself out, finding that the bleeding had already stopped. Ipushed in a finger gently and yes, something did feel different inthere. Steven called out if I was alright and I answered yes as Ishuffled back to his room. We slept in each others arms that night,the chain still locked through my ankle bangles the next morning whenI woke up.Steven woke up and went out into the hall to look around to make surehis mom and dad hadn’t come back in the middle of the night. When hefound the coast was clear we lay on his bed, holding each otherclosely for some time before getting up to get some breakfast. I puton my night gown before carefully making my way down stairs. Stevehadn’t offered to take the chain off my bangles, nor did I ask him to.As he sat at the table watching me I found some eggs and bread, andfried up some french toast for us both, shuffling around his kitchen,the lock and chain rattling on the floor. I poured the coffee and sethis plate down before getting mine. Although I had the urge to kneelon the floor beside him I took a chair next to him and we ate insilence, us both hardly ever taking our eyes from each other.After I cleaned up I followed Steven back up to his room where we madeslow, sweet love again. He ran his hands over every part of my bodywhile I lay there on the bed in true bliss. After that, Steven lay onhis front while I sat on his bum, rubbing and kneading the muscles ofhis back and arms. He flipped over putting his legs through mine, thechain underneath his legs, holding my feet down on the bed. I thenrolled a rubber onto his stiff cock and lowered myself down onto it’slength. I sat like that for several minutes with him inside me as Iran my hands over his chest, occasionally bending to kiss him, beforestarting a slow up and down motion on his throbbing member. Stevenhooked his fingers through my bangles, bringing my hands together andholding them tightly as I slid myself slowly up and down his shaft. Iwould relax with him deep in me whenever I saw him get too close,wanting to make the moment last forever, before resuming my unhurriedup and down movements.I felt I was able to make time stand still that morning, our lovemaking lasting for quite a while. There was no pain, only a sweetfullness down there that was like nothing I had ever felt or imagined.My movements speeded up, becoming more frantic. I ground myselfagainst his pubic bone with him deep inside me, then up, to feel thethrobbing head of his prick at my pussy lips. Steven, his fingersstill locked through my bangles, pulled my hands to his face, kissingmy fingers and the palms of my hands. He raised his head up a little,breathing hard. I could tell he was ready, as was I. A few morestrokes and I felt his cock start to pulse inside me as he let out aloud moan. His hands went to my waist, pushing me down harder intohim, impaleing me on the length of his cock. I lost it then, throwingback my head as the first rush hit, then forwards as the force of myorgasm flowed down to where our bodies met.We were one for those moments as the power of raw lust blasted throughus, my master and I. It was that morning I knew just what kind of arelationship with a man I would have. It became clear as a picture, apicture of me, chained, naked and serving Him. I rocked forwards, mylips finding Steve’s in a long and sloppy kiss. He broke the kissfirst, moving to disentangle our bodies. My ankles hurt a little fromthe chain pulling my bangles and pressing them into me. Stevenunlocked me and rubbed under each bangle until I felt better. He wenton about how nice I had made him feel and I said that he had made mefeel pretty good too.A little later on we got dressed and left his house to take a busdowntown. We found a touristy area where there were some shops open sowe walked around, stopping to look in the stores and having lunch in anice fish shop. It was early evening that he rode with me to my houseand we parted, hugging and kissing on the porch for a while beforeSteven left.Although I had a good time with Steve that weekend we only made loveonce more before the end of school year. However, that night I hadspent with him helped me to see somewhat how it would be like for melater on, when I would be given over to the person who would claim meas his own. The way he had taken me, using that chain to tie me, hadfelt so right to me, so intimate and loving that I could have servedhim till the end of time.Steven and I dated often during those last months in London, but itwasn’t until just before graduation that we had sex again. Both he andI understood that our relationship would end at that time so he renteda room in a hotel and after a nice meal we went up to make love. Itwas good but he didn’t try to dominate me or tie me, we just screwed.Satisfying, but lacking something, I felt. He told me that his fatherwas taking a transfer to Boston so they were going to move there, andif I was ever in the States that I should look him up.I got excellent marks on my final year and after a big party at thehouse I was sent back to India for my final two years of training. Iarrived in Bombay where I was met by a man from the trading companywho escorted myself and two other girls by train and boat, finally bywalking, to a village in the mountains of the south west. The villagehad the company’s traning school there, where I and others in theprogram would be taught the finer points of love making.[end of part 1]Tune in next week to hear of life in the training school and Nissa’sexperiences there in part 2 of Nissa’s story.Dino Dave.NISSA’S STORY Part 2/3 C/W 1999 Dino DaveThe trading company school was located about a mile from the actualvillage which provided food and other support for us. The villagesin the area also entered into the program some of the most beautifulgirls. The other new girls and I were taken to the office to meet withthe headmaster. He introduced himself as Paul and he was an oldergentleman with a warm smile and eyes, which put me immediately atease.Paul briefly outlined the training that we would receive over the nexttwo years. He said that we would learn how to present ourselves, howto enhance our beauty and grace and how to please the man who wouldeventually be our mate. We would learn how to give pleasure and how toreceive it, as well as learn how to adapt to a variety of situationsthat might arise and how to deal with them. At the end of the twoyears we would have the knowledge of everything to do with sex and howit varies from different cultures and societies.He also talked of the purpose of the bangles we all wore and how theywill mark us as those trained in the art of making love. “The men whocome to us looking for companions,” Paul said, “are generally wealthymen from around the world. We have already placed over eight thousandgirls in the seventy five years since the trading company was founded,girls who were orphans or abandoned like yourselves. Countless otherc***dren have been helped by the company’s schools and programs in thepoorer countries. It has been only in the last twenty years or so thatwe have required you in our special program to be fitted with thebangles. When you are at the theatre or some other social functionswith the person who will choose you, don’t be surprised to see anotherwoman wearing the bangles, and know that you have a friend who sharesin the life that you do.”Paul hinted to us of another use for our bangles, the bondage aspectthat I had found out about, and then we were dismissed to have ourdinner. There were about thirty beautiful young ladies at the school.I asked about Lisa and found that she had finished her training herelast year and had been sent to the building near Bombay where the mencame to select their girl. After supper I walked around looking in thebuildings and talking with a few of the other girls. A couple girlssaid that they were heading over to the pool for a swim so I wentalong with them.The pool was at the back of the compound with showers along one walland looked quite refreshing. The others just stripped off all theirclothes, piling them on the beaches or tables nearby, so I did thesame. I stood under the shower and washed the grime from the trip off,then crossed to the pool and dove in. The cool water felt great on myskin as I paddled to the other side. I saw there was a kind of alcovewith bushes and trees hanging over the water, almost touching. I feltmy feet touch the bottom, the water not deep at this end. I stood,brushed the water from my eyes, then I saw it.There was a girl sitting on the edge of the pool. Her eyes wereclosed. Another girl was kneeling behind the first, her arms aroundher and her hands were kneading her breasts. Another girl was layingin the water with her head between the thighs of the girl sitting onthe edge, her face pressed tight against her crotch. I stood andstared for a few moments while the girl in the middle moved her hipsaround and made little moans.I jumped when an arm snaked around my waist, a blond haired girlpulling herself near me. “Mmmm, That’s what I need.” she said. “Afterthe class today I wanted to jump on anything that moved. You’re newhere. Hi, I’m Jo-Ann.””Nissa.” I said. “I just arrived this afternoon,” I don’t know why Iwanted to impress her but I added, “from London.””Cool,” she stated, “I did my high school in L.A.” “California.” sheadded to my quizzical look. She had pronounced it lay. “Been here sixmonths now. Not much to do evenings here, except that.” waving a handat the trio. The one in the middle was thrashing her head up and down,her moans getting louder, her nipples getting pinched and twisted bythe one in back. Jo-Ann was standing very close to me. I could feelthe hairs of her pussy against my hip.We watched as the girl in the middle, Karen I was told, tensed andthrew her head back as she came powerfully from the ministrations ofthe other two girls. Jo-Ann and I made our way to the alcove, climbedout of the water and sat on a bench nearby. Lights had come on aroundthe compound and around the pool area, but the end we were in remaineddark. I noticed that Jo-Ann hadn’t stopped touching me since we met,her soft caresses making me lose any inhibitions I may have had. Whenshe bent close to kiss first my cheek, then my lips, a tingle ran downmy back.Jo-Ann moved her head lower to take one of my nipples between herlips, gently licking and sucking it. I slid my hand along her thighand when I reached the patch of silky fur she parted her legs to allowme to explore lower. I slipped a finger through her slit. She jumpedwhen my finger touched her clitoris.She turned to lay on the bench with her head in my lap. I bent forwarda little and she found my nipple with her mouth again. She bent oneleg up when I reached between her legs and I parted her slit, pushinga finger into her. Her cunt gripped my finger, seeming to pull it intoher, her mouth working on one nipple, then her hand on my otherbreast, fingers rubbing the sensitive tip.I heard splashing and giggling and looked up to see the three girlsswimming away, leaving Jo-Ann and I alone. I had noticed recently thatmy nipples were becoming much more sensitive and the fire from Jo-Ann’s mouth and hand was quickly spreading. I pushed my finger deepinto her, twisting it around to feel the inside of her, then out, torub up and down her slit, pinching the lips but avoiding her clit tomake the time stretch out. My arm cradled her head, the fingers ofthat hand entwined in her hair which spilled over my legs and down, totickle my feet.I pressed her head harder to my chest as I started to cum from thestimulations at my nipples, the feelings washing over me in a giantwave while I rocked on the bench. I pushed two fingers into her tightcunt with my thumb on her clit, rubbing across the sensitive littlenub. In just a few moments she released my nipple from her mouth totake a gulp of air and let out a long moan. I could feel the inside ofher cunt squeezing my fingers as her orgasm took hold of her.We came back to earth and embraced in a long wet kiss. Then she tookmy hand and we walked into the water to swim back to the other side ofthe pool. We dried off and got dressed, then went over to thecafeteria for some snacks. After, Jo-Ann took me to the dorm buildingand helped me find my bed. I spotted my little bag on one of the bedsbeside the wall. First year girls slept on the ground floor whilethose in second year had the second and third. Many of the girls werealready in bed as I wandered around and I noticed something quiteinteresting. Most of the girls in their beds had a short piece ofchain through one of their bangles and part of the bedframe, and itwas locked on with a brass padlock.I tried not to be too obvious but I looked again. Some of the girlshad used the lock to connect one of their wrist bracelets to the bedwith the chain through the headboard, while others locked one anklebangle with the chain around the rail at the end of the bed. I wasalso quick to notice that a few girls had used the lock to join boththeir wrist or ankle bracelets together, the chain looped through partof the bed frame. I saw that there was a table by the door where oneof the staff sat and as someone came in they would take a lock and apiece of chain from it before going to their bed. I went to theattendant and asked her about it.She said that although we didn’t have to if we really didn’t want toit was expected that we all were locked to our bed at night. She toldme that all the locks had the same key and that there was someone hereall night, in case of an emergency, who could release us. This wasjust like when Lisa would put the locks on me at night back in London,except I was never chained to the bed. The thought of it was making mehot again. The attendant smiled at me as I took a lock and chain fromthe table. I went back to my bed and undressed, then slid under thecovers.I put the chain through one of the metal bars of the headboard. Then Iput the lock through one of my wrist bangles, through the two ends ofthe chain, and then through my other bangle. The lock was fairly bigand heavy and when I pressed with my fingers it closed with a solidthump. I moved my hands down, the chain pulling up tight, stoppingthem at just above my waist. The lock was bigger than the ones Lisahad bought for me and the feelings of it, along with the chain leadingfrom it, past my fingers to the headboard were starting to make mefeel like the bed I was laying on was now a part of me.It took me a long time to get to sleep that f

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