Nissa's Story SeXStoRY

The North India Trading Company was founded in 1924 by Lord Adam Beaverton as a rescue mission for young girls. In many countries around the world less value was placed on baby girls born into the large families living in poverty in the slums of the cities, or in remote villages. These unwanted young girls were sometimes abandoned on 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 young girls and wanted to do something to help some of them. He set up a mission in remote village in Northern India and made trips to the cities to find these abandoned girls living in the streets and slums. At the mission, the girls were given good food to eat, medical attention and most importantly an education so they could better themselves and enjoy a good life. Of course all this cost a lot of money, and after several years Lord Adam began to run short of funds. About that time a young man by the name of Sir Thomas visited his friend at the mission and was greeted by the c***dren there, some of whom had grown into beautiful young girls. Sir Thomas was quite enamoured by one of the older girls named Nehani, and after talking with her for a while he began to fall madly in love with her. Before he left, he asked the girl if she would return with him to England to be his wife. Nehani quickly agreed. Lord Adam knew his friend would take good care of Nehani and gave the two his blessing. A few months after Sir Thomas and Nehani were married in England,Lord Adam received a letter from his friend telling of how happy they were with each other. Also enclosed with the letter was a generous donation for the mission. It was not long after that other gentlemen acquaintances of Lord Adam and Sir Thomas began to visit the remote mission, some of whom also took a fancy to one of the beautiful girls there. Soon the mission was financially well off as donations started coming in from happy men who had found lovely and intelligent brides for themselves at the mission. For the girls, who had gone from poverty and death to become educated and respected young ladies, loved and cared for by the handsome and wealthy men who had made them their own, it was a dream come true. As word of the mission and the girls there spread, more and more girls were saved from a sad life of poverty and despair and given new lives. New missions were started up in other countries to help the unwanted girl c***dren there achieve a chance for happiness in a new life. The girls who showed a tendency towards having a more submissive or sensuous nature were given the means and the training to realise to the fullest this character trait and were given special attentions as they matured. These were the girls who were to bring the largest donations of cash into the missions. And so from a small mission in a remote village The North India Trading Company was born. Today there are twenty buildings and schools in various countries around the world to rescue the unwanted girl c***dren from the slums and streets of cities, and from the villages nearby. Whenever possible the girls receive their training in their own village by a representative of the company. Or, they are sent to one of the company's schools to live and be educated there. The money collected from the donations is often put back into the community to help other people. The selected girls that receive special training are "sold" to some of the most wealthy men in the world and the money helps to benefit all. C/W Dino Dave 1999 dino@canoemail.com NISSA'S STORY Part 1/3 C/W 1999 Dino Dave My name is Nissa and I am a submissive. Master has left to go on a month long business trip and has told me to use the time to write an account of my life so far, kind of a journal. He said that he would be checking alt.sex.stories from time to time while he is away and wants me 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 the North India Trading Company building in Pune, near Bombay, with a note attached 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 cared for. I met many girls there like me who had been abandoned by their mothers or had been orphaned. The staff and the other c***dren were all very kind and I had fun there, but I always felt that I didn't quite fit in. When the other girls would organize games, I was never able to say what I thought, content to follow rather than lead. I was well liked by both the staff and the other girls because I was always eager to please them, my wishes coming second. I would have liked to be more assertive but when the time came I would always have the feeling that others knew what was best and would go along with whatever was decided. This didn't bother me however since I felt good when I was able to do things that would please someone else and I liked having decisions made for me. When I was five years old I started to attend class in the mission school house. At first I was a little frightened but the teacher was nice and I was able to understand the things that we were taught. When the teacher asked me a question on something that I had learned and I answered correctly I felt happy that I had pleased her. Along with the usual lessons on reading and arithmetic, the teachers organized kind of plays that all the girls would preform in. Being so young I thought that some of these plays were quite grown up since we were given costumes to wear and there were dances to learn as well as lines to remember, but we all had fun doing them. It was a few months before my sixth birthday, what I had come to accept as my birthday since no one really knew what the date of my birth was, that I was called into the headmaster's office. Of course I was scared that I had done something wrong but my fears were quickly put to rest when he sat beside me and gave me some sweets. The headmaster told me that there was a special program available for girls who showed promise and my teacher thought I would be a good candidate. He went on to say that girls in the program were chosen for their good looks and for their charm and intelligence. That my teacher thought I was pretty and smart made my heart soar. The headmaster told me that I would receive my education with the others in the school and when I was much older I would be sent to another school, perhaps in another country, to get more specialize training. After, when I would graduate, I would be chosen by a wealthy man and live with him as his wife. He said that if I didn't want to be in the program I would still get a good education and live at the mission until I was old enough to leave and find work or a husband by myself. Every little girl dreams of being chosen by a wealthy man and to be his wife, and I was no exception. He asked me if I had noticed that some of the girls in the school wore shiny steel bangles on their feet and I said that I had. These, he said, were given to each girl in the program and were to be worn always, to signify that she was someone special, a girl who knew how to give great pleasure to the man who would make her his own. At the time I didn't really understand what he meant but I knew this was something I wanted to do. He told me that when I was a little older I would be given the same kind of bangles for my wrists. The headmaster told me to think about the special program and if I would like to be in it. He said that I should go and talk to my teacher about it and she would answer any questions I had, and that I would 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 over supper about the program and what was expected from the girls in it. I said to her that I thought the program was something that I really wanted to do and she said that I had to be sure that I really wanted it 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 the girls wore and handed them to me. I was a little surprised at how heavy the set of four together was but my teacher said that as I got bigger and stronger the weight wouldn't bother me. She let me try them on. The ones for my feet slipped over my heels easily and the wrist bangles were way too big to stay where they were supposed to go on my skinny arms, sliding up past my elbows. She found a smaller set that fit a little better. She told me that if I decided to enter the program I would see the fitter for my bangles so he could get them sized properly. I walked around the room a bit while wearing the bangles. At the time I 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 bangles clinked together a small chill would run up my back. I sat back down beside my teacher with a big smile on my face. She helped me take off the bangles and held one in her hand. It gleamed with a grayish blue light. "Once you accept these bangles they become a part of you," she said, "they can never be taken off. After you have them fitted and your feet and hands get bigger as you grow they won't come off. They are made from a special steel that has been hardened to resist scratching and are almost impossible to cut through. "You have to accept that if you decide to be in the program you must give your future over to us to teach you the ways of achieving happiness for both yourself and the one who will make you his own when you are old enough. You will have to do what we tell you to do, even if you don't want to do it. For one thing you won't be allowed to cut your hair anymore. We will want it to grow as long as it naturally can. Your life here won't change much now, but as you grow up into a young woman you will receive more training that will help you achieve the goals we set out for our girls. Then, when you are ready, we will help 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 I told her that I would really like to join the program. She asked me if I was sure and I said that I was very sure. She said that she thought I would do well in the program and she would let the headmaster know of my decision. I felt very grown up that night, having made an important decision about my future and hardly slept at all, imagining myself as an adult, laying on a fur rug wearing the bangles, while my master watched over me. Two days later I was taken to see the fitter to receive my ankle bangles. The man's name was Sam and he took a lot of time measuring different parts of me, feeling around the bones of my arms and legs and writing on a piece of paper the measurements. He used some sandpaper 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 felt good what he was doing. Sam went to a cabinet and took out three sets of bangles. He took some time holding them against my ankles before deciding on the size he wanted. Sam let me hold them for a while and told me that these would be mine. Then he rubbed some more oil on my feet and told me to relax. He took one bangle and slipped it onto my foot. Then he pressed down on the top as he pushed it over the heel of my foot. It started to hurt bit as he pushed harder, but then it popped over my heel and it was on. He let me rest while he cleaned the oil off and then he did the same thing to my other foot. When I opened my eyes I saw the two shiny rings around my ankles and smiled. Sam washed my feet and used the sandpaper on some rough patches of skin on the bottom of my feet, and on my toenails. He gave me a peppermint candy to eat and rubbed some peppermint smelling oil on my feet. Then he gave me a pair of soft slippers to wear and took me back to my room. The gleam of the sunlight off my bangles kept catching my eyes as we walked. The bangles felt strange banging against my ankles while the high tops of the slippers kept them from rubbing on my feet. I was told that I could skip class today and rest in bed, but I was soon bored and in the afternoon, after lunch, went out for a walk. I went out to the playground and sat on the swings, admiring my new bangles. I hadn't worn the slippers but by the time I got back I wished I had. There were red marks on the tops of my feet and in back where the bangles had rubbed as I walked. I expected to get in trouble when Sam came to see me that night, but he just put some cream on the spots where it hurt and said that I'd be O.K. It took several weeks before I really got used to my bangles. I also noticed that I was treated with admiration and a little respect from the other girls in the school, and even from the teachers and staff there. I was befriended by the other girls who wore the bangles and was happy to be a part of their group. We were the chosen ones and although we were the prettiest and the smartest, we were told not to feel superior to the other girls, but rather to feel fortunate to be given opportunity to help others. We were told that wearing the bangles was a privilege and an honour and that we should never do anything to hurt someone or to make them feel badly, but rather to try to help others with their difficulties. And so as I got older I was able to work with my teachers to help the girls that were having trouble with their lessons. After my regular class and some extra time helping the teacher, I also took dance lessons with some of the other girls. We put on a play where people from the city came and watched us perform. At first I thought I would be too nervous to dance in front of strangers but when I saw how much they enjoyed our play it made me feel better. When I was twelve I was sent to see Sam again to receive my wrist bangles. At that time he checked the ones he had given me earlier and gave them a bit of polishing. He gave me my new ones which slipped over my hands with little problem. They seemed a bit big to me but he said that I would grow into them, and sent me off with a chuckle. I kept banging things with them for the first few weeks, but I got use to them much faster than I did the ones on my ankles. Two years later I was told that I would travel to London England for my secondary schooling. I was a little sad to be leaving all my friends in Bangalore, but I was also exited to be going to a country that I had learned much about. I arrived in London and was taken to a home owned by the trading company where I met four other girls who lived there, all with long hair and wearing the bangles like mine. Two of the girls were older than me and were to begin their last year of high school this year. There names were Rachel and Gwen. The other girl 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 was about thirty five and quite good looking. Donna took me around the house and introduced me to the other girls and showed me where I would sl**p. I was to share a room with Lisa, while the older girls had a room next door. I was told that Donna usually slept in a room downstairs and if I needed anything during the night I was to go and see her. That night we all went out to a night club nearby where we had a nice time. The older girls danced with some of the boys there while Lisa, Donna and I sat and watched, enjoying the band that was playing. I had my first taste of wine that night when Donna let me have a sip of hers, and I felt like I was really grown up since we all stayed at the club until quite late that night. I was happy to fall into bed when we got back since the long plane ride and the night club had really tired me out. They let me sl**p until mid afternoon the next day before Donna woke me with a tray of breakfast which I hastily finished off. Donna said that school was to start the next week and tomorrow she would take me to buy the uniform that all the girls there wore. Since today was Sunday we all went out for a walk around the neighbourhood, stopping at a lovely park for a while before returning home for supper. On Monday Donna took me and Gwen by taxi to the store downtown that sold the school uniforms. Gwen had grown out of her old one and she got a new skirt, blouse and blazer. The skirt was a gray and green plaid and with the white blouse and gray jacket I thought she looked very pretty in it. I got a little nervous when Donna took me into the changing room and helped me to undress and try on my uniform. My breasts were starting to get big and I was embarrassed to have Donna see them but when I had put on the blouse, Donna went out and came back with a bra for me. She helped me with the catch in the back and then I put on the uniform again. When I stood in front of the mirror I was amazed at how nice I looked. My breasts filled out the blouse nicely and my dark brown hair hung to the bottom of the skirt. Donna picked up several pairs of the green socks that went with the uniform and we headed out of the store. The next stop was a shoe store down the road. Donna seemed to know the man there quite well and he measured my feet and got a pair of shoes for me. The shoes were black and the part around the ankle came up a little 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 they would rest on the top of the shoes so as to not be so noticeable that way. When I tried on the socks and shoes my bangles were lifted up a little and by looking you couldn't really tell that they were there. I had never even thought about it since in my country lots of women wore heavy bangles on their ankles, but Donna said that here it wasn't so common and we didn't want to attract a lot of attention to ourselves when we were at school. Donna sent all our purchases home by cab and we took a bus to see some of the sights in the city. After some supper in a fine restaurant we headed back home again. It was near the end of my first year of high school that I made a discovery that would change my view of life forever. I had been working late on a particularly hard English paper and I needed a book that I thought Gwen had in her room. I could hear them when I went into the hall so I knew she and Rachel were still awake. I knocked and then quickly entered their room without thinking about it. The sight before 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 behind her back with some rope through her bangles. The end of the rope led to her feet, passing through her ankle bangles and pulled up tight before being tied there. Gwen was laying on top of her with her head underneath Rachel's feet and down between her thighs. Her thighs were on each side of Rachel's head and she was rubbing herself against the back 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 to the spot, my term paper forgotten, watching the girls make love to each other. Their breathing was getting faster and they were each making little muffled moaning sounds. Rachel was twisting her hands and tugging with her feet, then rubbing them on Gwen's back, urging her head deeper into her crotch. Gwen was thrusting her bottom up and down, banging her pussy into the back of Rachel's head. Rachel's hair was becoming slick with Gwen's juices. I had reached down and was pressing my hand onto the spot between my legs. Suddenly Rachel pulled her hands up behind her back, causing her feet to push Gwen's head harder into her, and let out a long groan into her pillow. A few seconds later Gwen arched her back up, pushing herself down harder onto Rachel's head. I saw her hands fly out to grasp Rachel's thighs and the muscles on her back quiver as she found her release. I backed slowly from their room, closing the door as softly as I could, then walked back to my room. Lisa was still asl**p as I sat down at the desk and stared at the computer screen for ten minutes or so. There was no way I would continue with my essay tonight so I saved the file and switched off the computer and the light, then crossed over the room and got into my bed. The image of Gwen and Rachel still burned brightly in my mind. My focus kept being drawn to the coils of rope looped through Rachel's bracelets, holding her hands and feet close together. And Gwen's body pressing down on Rachel, her crotch pushing 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 my ankle 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 pressing into my pussy. I slid down a little and squeezed my legs together, trapping it between them. I could feel the sensations building within me and I rubbed my thighs together faster, pressing down harder on the ball of cloth that had gathered between. Rachel's wrists twisting inside her bracelets, trying to pull against the unyielding tightness of the rope binding them together. I pulled harder on my ankle bangles, moving my wrists closer together. I heard the gentle clink as my bracelets touched together. I did it again, the sound sending a shiver up my spine. I was frantically humping the ball of nightgown underneath me while pulling my feet back to press on my bum when I came harder than I had ever done before. As I ground my pussy down on the cloth my head was pulled up and I had my mouth open in a silent scream. I let my fingers slip from my bangles as I fell, exhausted, down on my bed with little shivers racing across my body. It was some time before I was able to stand and stagger into the bathroom. The front of my nightgown was wrinkled and soaked and it smelled kind of funny too. I cleaned up a little and took a pee, then went back to bed. I tossed and turned for hours, unable to sl**p thinking about what I had seen that night. At one point I took a sock from the hamper and with my hands behind my back, pulled it through my bracelets and tied a knot in it. I must have fallen asl**p like that because when I woke up the knot had slipped out and my hands were free, but the sock was still through one of my bangles. The next day Rachel and Gwen were their same friendly selves so I guess they never saw me in their room that night. But the images of what I saw continued to haunt me for weeks after, until I summoned up enough courage to ask Donna about what I suspected were the real purpose of the bangles we wore. One evening after supper I asked her if I could talk to her. We went to her apartment and she gave me a glass of milk from the fridge. We sat by the big front window for a while watching the cars pass by the house. I didn't quite know exactly what I wanted to know and I just kind of blurted out "Why do we wear these bangles?" Donna began telling me how they add a kind of symmetry and beauty to our bodies that is attractive to the eye. She went on about how they mark us as one trained to give of ourselves and to help another find happiness and peace. I had heard all this before. I just had to know if my suspicions were correct. I put down my glass of milk on the table and, surprising myself with my boldness, looked her right in the eyes. I brought my hands behind my back and clinked my bangles together.. 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 out about this until we are older. The technical term is bondage, she said, and if you look it up in the dictionary it can mean servitude owed to someone or the relationship of a slave to his master, also to be tied, bound, made helpless. Many people find that tying up someone and making them helpless gives them a kind of power over that person. Others enjoy the feelings of helplessness that being tied up brings them. The one doing the tying is referred to as the master or top while the one being tied is the bottom or sub, submissive, willing to submit to their master's wishes. Some people like to switch, sometimes being the bottom and sometimes the top. Donna told me that none of this should ever be f***ed on someone who doesn't want it. "The company tries to bring you girls up to realize your fullest potential as a companion for one of our clients, the men who come to us looking for a partner or a mate. All of this will be explained to you when you finish your schooling here. You will be sent then to another place to complete your final training. There you will be instructed on how to use your body to attain the most pleasure for yourself and the man who will make you his own. It is there where you usually find out the true purpose of the bangles you wear. There is no harm that you have already guessed however." Donna stood up and went into the other room for a minute, returning with a small metal object which she gave to me. It was a small oval shaped ring with a piece in the middle that hinged inward when I pushed on it. Donna took one of my hands and pushed the ring onto my bangle. The piece closed with a little click. She took my other hand and pushed that bangle into the ring, clicking it on. My hands were now joined together in front of me. I saw that I could push the piece of the ring down with my thumb and free myself, but I didn't. Donna sat down again across from me and watched me twist my hands around and gently 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 my hands together in my lap for a few minutes. "Does it annoy you? Do you like it? Are you a bottom or a top? Or does it not really matter at all? During the next few years you will find your answers to these questions. Everyone has a different take on the subject of sex and there is no right or wrong way to achieve the pleasures from it, unless you are hurting someone or making them feel uncomfortable against that person's wishes. At the company, we try to let you find out what you want and then we match you to someone with similar tastes." Donna came over to me and unhooked the ring from my bangles. She placed another one in my hands, this one had a covering of black leather 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 rattling against the bangles. That night I slept with my hands together in front of me, the little ring holding my bracelets close together. After my room mate was asl**p I rubbed myself silly before drifting off into a deep sl**p. 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 the feelings I was having from seeing Rachel being dominated by Gwen that night. Of course I knew I was happier to let others take charge and make the decisions for me but I had thought before that this was not right 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 follow along. I also understood the purpose of the bangles and the feelings that would come over me when I used the little ring that Donna gave me to attach them together at night. It was due to this new understanding that I became more at peace with myself and was better able to concentrate on my school work, graduating with high marks that first year. We all had a big party at the end of the school year before Gwen and Rachel were sent away for their final training period. Donna and Lisa and I did some travelling in France and Spain during the summer holidays, returning to the house in London a few weeks before the fall semester. Three new girls joined us for that year, two were twins from Thailand, Kim and Lynn, while the other girl, Susan, was from China. This was my f****y for the next two years and we all worked hard at our studies. I still shared the room with Lisa and it was a few weeks after Christmas that we found ourselves suddenly drawn to each other. I still liked to connect my bangles together at night with the ring that Donna had given me and that night I guess I made a little too much noise when I thought Lisa was asl**p. I had attached my hands behind me and was on my stomach pressing myself into the mattress when I felt the covers lifted off of me. Opening my eyes I turned my head and saw Lisa standing holding the blankets off me, staring at me with my hands bound behind my back. After a few awkward moments I moved my hand to open the ring and free myself but Lisa sat down beside me and put her hand over mine. Her fingers examined the little ring that held my bangles together, pushing open the catch and letting it snap shut again. Then she lifted the hem of my nightgown, I, raising myself up a little so she could slide it up past my waist to my shoulders. Lisa then ran her hand up and 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 the place that I couldn't reach, bound as I was. Lisa never said a word as she rubbed me on my bed that night and later, when I was done, she got up and placed the blankets back over me and went back to her own bed. It all had seemed like a sweet dream as I lay there, soon drifting off to sl**p. The next morning I awoke to find Lisa sitting on her bed looking at me. She gave me a smile and a nod but the events of last night were never discussed, not during breakfast nor during the walk to school. After school I looked for Lisa but she didn't show up so I walked back home with the others. It was about an hour later that she came into our room and started to change her clothes, all the while giving me sly smiles. She came over and 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 shaped pendant hanging from it. "Those are yours and these are mine." she stated, pocketing the key ring. That evening while we did our homework Lisa told me to put one of the locks through my ankle bangles. The feeling I had when I did what she said and I heard the lock click shut was indescribable. I did find it hard to concentrate on my studies that evening. Later on Lisa unlocked my feet long enough for me to use the 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 to her, which I found difficult with my feet locked together, but I managed. I sat on her bed and we began to touch each other. Lisa lay back and waited for me. I got the hint that she wanted me to do to her what she had done for me last night and I started running my hands up and down her body, eventually centering my attentions on the place between her legs. I began exploring her pussy, putting first one, then two fingers inside her hot, tight hole while rubbing that sensitive nub at the top with my thumb. It wasn't long before Lisa's back arched up off the bed and I could feel the pulsations of her cum in my fingers. When I took my hands away from Lisa's crotch and I brushed the hair off my face I caught the scent of her off my other hand. I touched my finger to my tongue, just curious of how it would taste like. Lisa's eyes popped open just as my finger touched my tongue and I think she saw me. She gave a great smile and raised her arms inviting me to lay down on top of her. I stretched down on top of her with my arms up over her head and we lay there and cuddled for a while. Then Lisa told me to go to my own bed. As I shuffled across the room I was at first a little disappointed that she told me to leave, but then I remembered how good I had made her feel, and how good she had made me feel the night before, and I crawled into my bed quite pleased with myself. I heard Lisa call my name and say good night, I answered her back. The feeling of having my ankles locked together was new to me but it was not unpleasant at all and I was able to fall asl**p soon after. That was the beginning of what was to be my first love affair, one that lasted a year and a half, until Lisa graduated and was sent away for her final training session. During our time together I was able to understand and develop my own submissive tendencies while Lisa, although not really dominant herself, would really enjoy having me as her "slave". We always kept our affection for each other to ourselves during that time but I think that even if Donna found out, and I'm sure she knew anyway, there would not have been a real problem over it. As I was to find out later during the final training that this kind of play is encouraged amongst the girls in the program. During my senior year at the high school Susan, the Asian girl, moved to my room. She was a nice girl but she didn't seem to know much about sex and I didn't think it was my place to tell her. She found out quickly that I liked to lock my hands and feet together at night (Lisa had given me the keys for the locks when she left) and one time I put one 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 that was O.K. It was just before Christmas of that last year that I had my first real experience with a boy. Our school was all girls but they organized dances from time to time with an all boys school nearby. Looking back, those early dances were comical affairs with the girls on one side of the gym and the boys on the other, all too shy to cross over and mingle, but as I got older or curiosity took over, us older ones made the move to get to know one another. I was talking with a group of friends and from the corner of my eye I saw a rather handsome boy move over to stand beside me. I turned to him and he asked me if I wanted to dance, so we did. It felt a little awkward at first but I soon started to feel more comfortable with him. We danced together for three songs, the last one a slow number where he held me close as I leaned my head on his shoulder. After, he got us some punch and we sat and talked for a while. He told me 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 me again. Donna said that it was O.K. to date him but that I would have to tell him that I couldn't get serious with him since I was still too young, and that I would probably not see him again after I graduated and was sent on for my final training. But it would be good for me to gain some experience with boys my own age, she added. I called Steve that 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 him and we kissed a few times. Then, afterwards we walked back, stopping in a park to sit on one of the benches, cuddling and kissing some more. I was a little nervous at first but Steve's body felt nice against mine, different, when I ran my hands across his chest and down his arms. Steve took my hands and was playing with my bangles, turning them around. He asked me how they came off since he could see no catch and I said that they didn't come off. I lifted my leg and pulled up the cuff of my jeans to show him the ones on my feet and he bent to look closer. When he hooked his finger through it to pull my leg up a little, a warm feeling began to spread through me. I started to tell him about the special program that I was in and how a husband would be found for me when I was older. He knew about the arranged marriages that were common in my country and I said that it was something like that. I told him that the bangles that we wear are a symbol or a kind of mark for us who are in the program. All the time I was talking he had been playing with the bangle on my ankle, turning it around and feeling the inside with his fingers. He turned and sat between my legs, never letting go of the bangle, and pressed his hip into my crotch, holding me with his other arm, kissing me on my neck and lips. I brought one hand down to his and he hooked his fingers through the bangle on my wrist, clinking it together with the one on my ankle. I melted into him then, tugging gently to free myself yet not wanting this time to ever end. We kissed and cuddled some more, then he released me and he walked me the rest of the way home. I could tell that 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 me over and asked how my date went. I got the feeling that she wasn't interested in the movie we saw when she asked me to come and sit in her room. It was there that she started to talk about boys and men and sex. By this time I had heard or figured out most of it but there were a few things I had not known so she filled in a few blank spots for me. Then she handed me a few foil wrapped condoms with the warning that if I wanted to go farther with Steve I was to use them. She made it clear that I would learn more on this subject later, but I was free to experiment now if I wanted to. I went on three more dates with Steve during the next two weeks but he was the perfect gentleman and we never got past the hug and kiss stage. Then he called and asked if I wanted to come over to his house that Saturday night. After I said yes he told me that his parents would be away for the weekend and we could have the house to ourselves. 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 knew that she knew something was up. Steve lived in a nice house set back from 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 by pulling my hands behind me and then pressing hard against me, kissing me passionately. As he held my arms tightly behind my back I started to feel the stirrings in my stomach and crotch. Steve released me and when I opened my eyes he was smiling at me. I, still keeping my hands behind my back, smiled at him. We went up the stairs and into his room. He turned to me and began to unbutton my blouse. I stood there and let him take off all my clothes which he did slowly, savouring each bit of my body as it was revealed. After I was naked he quickly stripped and we lay down together on his bed. I toyed with the tuft of hair on Steven's chest as he lay back and watched me. I moved my legs and heard my bangles clink together. After a while we sat facing each other and Steven started to play with them. He asked me if they bothered me and I told him no, that I kind of liked them. Then he did something that I had longed for but had hardly expected. Steven reached into a drawer beside the bed and came back with a short piece of thin chain and a lock. He passed the chain through my two ankle bangles, then connected the ends with the lock, locking my two wrist bangles together with it before snapping it shut. I sat with my wrists locked together and attached closely to my ankles as he lay back against the headboard watching me. I pulled at the lock and chain that 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 was giving me my emotions quickly cycled from fear to thrilled then to surrender, ready and willing to accede to his wishes. Steve reached out to stroke my hair, running his hands down it's length 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 plant little soft kisses starting at my toes and working up my arms to my neck and face. I tried to raise my hands to caress his face but the chain jerked tight pulling my feet closer together, the links rattling through my bangles. Steve reached down past the chain to my pussy, stroking the patch of hair there for a moment before going lower to the opening which had become quite damp already. I grasped his arm between my hands when his finger found the spot, pressing it harder into me. He slipped a finger into me then, moving it around inside while he bent closer and kissed me on my breast, then taking the nipple between his lips and sucking it into his mouth while rubbing my other breast with his hand. Feelings of passion began to overwhelm me from the stimulation at my tits and pussy. I let my eyes close and, leaning into him, started to moan and twitch a little as the tension built. I grabbed the chain to pull hard on it when I felt myself start to fall over the edge, my whole body growing taut as the powerful orgasm coursed through me. Steve had his arm around my shoulders when I came back to reality, his lips pressed gently to my cheek and his other hand softly stroking my pussy. He leaned back on the bed, pulling me down with him. I lay on my side with my head on his stomach and my hands, still bound to my ankles, between my legs. His prick was near my face, twitching from time to time and I could see a drop of wetness at the tip. I moved my head closer to stick out my tongue and taste the slight saltiness of it. I started to lick the head of it before taking it between my lips and drawing it into my mouth. Steven rubbed my back and neck, gathered up my hair to run it's length through his fingers while I took more and more of him into my mouth. I would 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 mouth and part way down my throat. Soon Steve began to let out a little gasp each time it went deep into me. I shifted to get up on my knees between his legs. With my hands pulling on my feet my ass was high in the air as I bent to catch his cock with my mouth again. I flicked my head first to get the hair out of my way and it spread like a blanket across his chest. Regaining my treat I rocked back and forth, bobbing my head up and down on his throbbing prick. Steven brought his legs up to press his thighs against me and to rub his feet over mine and the bangles around my ankles. At one point I heard him ask me if he could come in my mouth. I looked up to him and shook my head, yes. At the time I would have jumped out the window if he 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 me and I knew he was close. I pressed harder with my tongue to push the head 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, I let myself slide all the way down to nestle my lips in the hair at the base of his cock, the head of it deep in my throat. I moved my head in a tight little circle, once, twice. Steve exploded his load of cum straight into my stomach. I could feel the surges of it blasting through his prick as I fought to follow his hips, keeping him deep inside me as he writhed in pleasure on the bed. I raised up, getting a spurt in my mouth, and let his cock slip out to flop on his belly giving a final twitch and dribbling on his stomach. I rocked back to sit on my heels while I watched him come back to life. After a few moments his eyes fluttered open and focused on me. He raised up and gripped me around the waist, giving me a big smile and a kiss on the end of my nose. Then he reached back to the table beside the bed to get the key to the lock. After he had released me we lay together for a while before we got up, I to go to the bathroom as he prepared 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 of wine, then set out some plates and things on the table. I saw that the lock and the chain was placed on the table beside one of the plates. I asked Steve if he needed any help and he said no, so I sat down at the table. Steve poured some dressing in the bowl of salad, then came over and placed it on the table. I picked up the chain and lock, looking at him. When he asked me to put it on myself, glancing down at my feet, I was quick to obey, slipping the chain through my bangles and clicking the lock on the two ends. I looked up and received a warm smile from Steven, who fetched the wine from the counter, returning to fill my glass, then sitting beside me. We had a nice meal starting with the salad and then some lasagna with garlic bread followed by warm apple pie with ice cream and coffee, which we enjoyed in the front room after I helped Steve clean up the dishes. I offered to do all the clean up and I think that Steven wanted to just sit and watch me, but he did most of it so we would have more time for other things, I guess. The chain let me take short steps so after we had our pie and coffee in the living room I gathered up the plates to shuffle into the kitchen to wash them while Steve sat on the couch watching me. Then we watched some T.V. for a while, cuddling on the couch. Finally Steve took my hand to lead me up the stairs and into his room again. I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it on a chair. I hadn't put on underwear from our time earlier so I was instantly naked and already chained, ready for him. That night I lost my virginity to Steven. When we started to get serious on his bed I told him that I had never fucked before, which kind 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 be pleased to go all the way with him so he promised to be gentle. He got some towels from the hall closet, saying there might be some bl**d, and he put them under me. I was going to ask him to use a rubber when I saw him get one from his dresser and roll it onto his cock.. My ankles were still chained together but he lifted my feet up and, with his 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 be a lot of pain but when it happened I hardly even noticed. Steven had gotten all the way in and was stroking slowly when I felt a kind of a pop down there. It hurt just for a second before Steven started to thrust into me harder and faster, my legs up in the air and him stroking them, kissing my feet and around my bangles. I lost myself in the steady rhythm of his pumping, the wild sensations coming from that place where we were joined. It didn't take long for me to reach that peak again. When Steven came, his cock pulsing as he pushed deep inside me, I felt myself clamp down on him as a tidal wave of sensation flooded over me. There was some bl**d as Steve pulled out but the towels he had thoughtfully provided had caught it all and there was no mess on the bed. I peeled the condom off him before taking all and hobbling into the bathroom. I found some soap and soaked the towels in the tub. I washed myself out, finding that the bleeding had already stopped. I pushed in a finger gently and yes, something did feel different in there. Steven called out if I was alright and I answered yes as I shuffled back to his room. We slept in each others arms that night, the chain still locked through my ankle bangles the next morning when I woke up. Steven woke up and went out into the hall to look around to make sure his mom and dad hadn't come back in the middle of the night. When he found the coast was clear we lay on his bed, holding each other closely for some time before getting up to get some breakfast. I put on my night gown before carefully making my way down stairs. Steve hadn'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, and fried up some french toast for us both, shuffling around his kitchen, the lock and chain rattling on the floor. I poured the coffee and set his plate down before getting mine. Although I had the urge to kneel on the floor beside him I took a chair next to him and we ate in silence, us both hardly ever taking our eyes from each other. After I cleaned up I followed Steven back up to his room where we made slow, sweet love again. He ran his hands over every part of my body while I lay there on the bed in true bliss. After that, Steven lay on his front while I sat on his bum, rubbing and kneading the muscles of his back and arms. He flipped over putting his legs through mine, the chain underneath his legs, holding my feet down on the bed. I then rolled a rubber onto his stiff cock and lowered myself down onto it's length. I sat like that for several minutes with him inside me as I ran my hands over his chest, occasionally bending to kiss him, before starting a slow up and down motion on his throbbing member. Steven hooked his fingers through my bangles, bringing my hands together and holding them tightly as I slid myself slowly up and down his shaft. I would relax with him deep in me whenever I saw him get too close, wanting to make the moment last forever, before resuming my unhurried up and down movements. I felt I was able to make time stand still that morning, our love making lasting for quite a while. There was no pain, only a sweet fullness down there that was like nothing I had ever felt or imagined. My movements speeded up, becoming more frantic. I ground myself against his pubic bone with him deep inside me, then up, to feel the throbbing head of his prick at my pussy lips. Steven, his fingers still locked through my bangles, pulled my hands to his face, kissing my 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 more strokes and I felt his cock start to pulse inside me as he let out a loud moan. His hands went to my waist, pushing me down harder into him, impaleing me on the length of his cock. I lost it then, throwing back my head as the first rush hit, then forwards as the f***e of my orgasm flowed down to where our bodies met. We were one for those moments as the power of raw lust blasted through us, my master and I. It was that morning I knew just what kind of a relationship with a man I would have. It became clear as a picture, a picture of me, chained, naked and serving Him. I rocked forwards, my lips finding Steve's in a long and sloppy kiss. He broke the kiss first, moving to disentangle our bodies. My ankles hurt a little from the chain pulling my bangles and pressing them into me. Steven unlocked me and rubbed under each bangle until I felt better. He went on about how nice I had made him feel and I said that he had made me feel pretty good too. A little later on we got dressed and left his house to take a bus downtown. We found a touristy area where there were some shops open so we walked around, stopping to look in the stores and having lunch in a nice fish shop. It was early evening that he rode with me to my house and we parted, hugging and kissing on the porch for a while before Steven left. Although I had a good time with Steve that weekend we only made love once more before the end of school year. However, that night I had spent with him helped me to see somewhat how it would be like for me later on, when I would be given over to the person who would claim me as his own. The way he had taken me, using that chain to tie me, had felt so right to me, so intimate and loving that I could have served him till the end of time. Steven and I dated often during those last months in London, but it wasn't until just before graduation that we had sex again. Both he and I understood that our relationship would end at that time so he rented a room in a hotel and after a nice meal we went up to make love. It was 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 father was taking a transfer to Boston so they were going to move there, and if 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 the house I was sent back to India for my final two years of training. I arrived in Bombay where I was met by a man from the trading company who e****ted myself and two other girls by train and boat, finally by walking, to a village in the mountains of the south west. The village had the company's traning school there, where I and others in the program 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's experiences there in part 2 of Nissa's story. Dino Dave. NISSA'S STORY Part 2/3 C/W 1999 Dino Dave The trading company school was located about a mile from the actual village which provided food and other support for us. The villages in the area also entered into the program some of the most beautiful girls. The other new girls and I were taken to the office to meet with the headmaster. He introduced himself as Paul and he was an older gentleman with a warm smile and eyes, which put me immediately at ease. Paul briefly outlined the training that we would receive over the next two years. He said that we would learn how to present ourselves, how to enhance our beauty and grace and how to please the man who would eventually be our mate. We would learn how to give pleasure and how to receive it, as well as learn how to adapt to a variety of situations that might arise and how to deal with them. At the end of the two years we would have the knowledge of everything to do with sex and how it varies from different cultures and societies. He also talked of the purpose of the bangles we all wore and how they will mark us as those trained in the art of making love. "The men who come to us looking for companions," Paul said, "are generally wealthy men from around the world. We have already placed over eight thousand girls in the seventy five years since the trading company was founded, girls who were orphans or abandoned like yourselves. Countless other c***dren have been helped by the company's schools and programs in the poorer countries. It has been only in the last twenty years or so that we have required you in our special program to be fitted with the bangles. When you are at the theatre or some other social functions with the person who will choose you, don't be surprised to see another woman wearing the bangles, and know that you have a friend who shares in the life that you do." Paul hinted to us of another use for our bangles, the bondage aspect that I had found out about, and then we were dismissed to have our dinner. There were about thirty beautiful young ladies at the school. I asked about Lisa and found that she had finished her training here last year and had been sent to the building near Bombay where the men came to select their girl. After supper I walked around looking in the buildings and talking with a few of the other girls. A couple girls said that they were heading over to the pool for a swim so I went along with them. The pool was at the back of the compound with showers along one wall and looked quite refreshing. The others just stripped off all their clothes, piling them on the beaches or tables nearby, so I did the same. 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 my skin as I paddled to the other side. I saw there was a kind of alcove with bushes and trees hanging over the water, almost touching. I felt my 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 were closed. Another girl was kneeling behind the first, her arms around her and her hands were kneading her breasts. Another girl was laying in the water with her head between the thighs of the girl sitting on the edge, her face pressed tight against her crotch. I stood and stared for a few moments while the girl in the middle moved her hips around and made little moans. I jumped when an arm snaked around my waist, a blond haired girl pulling herself near me. "Mmmm, That's what I need." she said. "After the class today I wanted to jump on anything that moved. You're new here. Hi, I'm Jo-Ann." "Nissa." I said. "I just arrived this afternoon," I don't know why I wanted to impress her but I added, "from London." "Cool," she stated, "I did my high school in L.A." "California." she added to my quizzical look. She had pronounced it lay. "Been here six months now. Not much to do evenings here, except that." waving a hand at the trio. The one in the middle was thrashing her head up and down, her moans getting louder, her nipples getting pinched and twisted by the one in back. Jo-Ann was standing very close to me. I could feel the hairs of her pussy against my hip. We watched as the girl in the middle, Karen I was told, tensed and threw her head back as she came powerfully from the ministrations of the other two girls. Jo-Ann and I made our way to the alcove, climbed out of the water and sat on a bench nearby. Lights had come on around the compound and around the pool area, but the end we were in remained dark. 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. When she bent close to kiss first my cheek, then my lips, a tingle ran down my back. Jo-Ann moved her head lower to take one of my nipples between her lips, gently licking and sucking it. I slid my hand along her thigh and when I reached the patch of silky fur she parted her legs to allow me to explore lower. I slipped a finger through her slit. She jumped when my finger touched her clitoris. She turned to lay on the bench with her head in my lap. I bent forward a little and she found my nipple with her mouth again. She bent one leg up when I reached between her legs and I parted her slit, pushing a finger into her. Her cunt gripped my finger, seeming to pull it into her, her mouth working on one nipple, then her hand on my other breast, fingers rubbing the sensitive tip. I heard splashing and giggling and looked up to see the three girls swimming away, leaving Jo-Ann and I alone. I had noticed recently that my nipples were becoming much more sensitive and the fire from Jo- Ann's mouth and hand was quickly spreading. I pushed my finger deep into her, twisting it around to feel the inside of her, then out, to rub up and down her slit, pinching the lips but avoiding her clit to make the time stretch out. My arm cradled her head, the fingers of that hand entwined in her hair which spilled over my legs and down, to tickle my feet. I pressed her head harder to my chest as I started to cum from the stimulations at my nipples, the feelings washing over me in a giant wave while I rocked on the bench. I pushed two fingers into her tight cunt with my thumb on her clit, rubbing across the sensitive little nub. In just a few moments she released my nipple from her mouth to take a gulp of air and let out a long moan. I could feel the inside of her 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 took my hand and we walked into the water to swim back to the other side of the pool. We dried off and got dressed, then went over to the cafeteria for some snacks. After, Jo-Ann took me to the dorm building and helped me find my bed. I spotted my little bag on one of the beds beside the wall. First year girls slept on the ground floor while those in second year had the second and third. Many of the girls were already in bed as I wandered around and I noticed something quite interesting. Most of the girls in their beds had a short piece of chain through one of their bangles and part of the bedframe, and it was locked on with a brass padlock. I tried not to be too obvious but I looked again. Some of the girls had used the lock to connect one of their wrist bracelets to the bed with the chain through the headboard, while others locked one ankle bangle with the chain around the rail at the end of the bed. I was also quick to notice that a few girls had used the lock to join both their wrist or ankle bracelets together, the chain looped through part of the bed frame. I saw that there was a table by the door where one of the staff sat and as someone came in they would take a lock and a piece of chain from it before going to their bed. I went to the attendant and asked her about it. She said that although we didn't have to if we really didn't want to it was expected that we all were locked to our bed at night. She told me that all the locks had the same key and that there was someone here all night, in case of an emergency, who could release us. This was just 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 me hot again. The attendant smiled at me as I took a lock and chain from the table. I went back to my bed and undressed, then slid under the covers. I put the chain through one of the metal bars of the headboard. Then I put the lock through one of my wrist bangles, through the two ends of the chain, and then through my other bangle. The lock was fairly big and heavy and when I pressed with my fingers it closed with a solid thump. I moved my hands down, the chain pulling up tight, stopping them at just above my waist. The lock was bigger than the ones Lisa had bought for me and the feelings of it, along with the chain leading from it, past my fingers to the headboard were starting to make me feel like the bed I was laying on was now a part of me. It took me a long time to get to sl**p that f