Pranali step out of the steaming hot shower and reach for a dry towel as the cool air hits her skin, immediately raising goosebumps. Wrapping the soft towel around her small frame, she step in front of the foggy mirror. She reach up to wipe a clean square. Pranali black, wet hair hangs over her shoulders framing a sweet smiling face. She can't contain her excitement for the evening.

Pranali unwrap herself and begin to dry the rest of her body, sliding the towel over her strong, muscular arms, down her chest, being gentle with her sensitive nipples, over her short legs and her small round butt, and finally over her defined calves and her tiny feet. Pranali work quickly; she doesn't want to keep harshad waiting long, but he has given her enough time to blow dry her hair. Pranali make sure to brush it out so that it is wavy and light the way harshad like it. When she was satisfied, she step back to look herself over. Pranali did not put on any makeup, because harshad prefer her natural look, especially when it will only be them. Pranali slide her hands over her body to make sure she has wiped off any excess moisture.

Pranali look at the counter next to the sink to locate all harshad has left for her to wear this evening: her white and blue studded collar. Grabbing it by the ends, Pranali slide it around her neck, under her hair and snap it closed in back. She take one last look. Wearing nothing but a white band around her neck, She was visibly and completely his, and Pranali love it.

Pranali love the way harshad own her the way he punish her and the way he pleasure her, the way he tease her and the way he reward her, the way he hurt her and the way he soothe her, but most of all, Pranali love the way harshad love her. She has dedicated herself to serve his desire, and in return he protect her and care for her and in madly love with her. Pranali love to be his slave, and she love to call him Master sometimes.

Pranali smile at herself in the mirror, thinking of what fun harshad will have with her sexy little body. She turn the handle on the door, but pause briefly as the butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach. She always feel so exposed when she step into the room naked. She softly pad her way across the warm carpet. He have left the A.C running on high all night so your tiny body will not get heated. When she reach the foot of the bed, she kneel down and sit on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she has been asked. Pranali doesn't see or hear Harshad anyhwhere, but she know better than to look around.She hear the door from upstairs close and the creak of the stairs under his heavy feet. When harshad reach the bedroom, he pause breifly to admire her naked body from behind. Harshad always enjoy just staring at her, taking her all in before he even touch her. Pranali can hear harshad stalling behind her, and his slow footsteps as he approach. She jump slightly when harshad fingertips touch her temples, gently sweeping her hair over her ears and over her shoulders so it lays straight down her back. Then it goes dark. Harshad tie the blindfold snug but not too tight on the back of Pranali head. He kiss her cheek gently and murmur, "Good girl" into her ear noticing her perfect execution of his orders.

"Arms out in front of you," Harshad command in a low, calm voice, and Pranali put her arms out straight and parallel. All she feel is the nylon rope lining itself along her forearms, then a twist and her wrists are cinched together as he finish the knot. Harshad test the strength of the tie. Not too tight, but pranali was securely trapped. Harshad lift pranali arms above her head by grabbing the rope and command, "Up."

Pranali get to her feet quickly. He only use pressure on her raised hands to get her to turn around and walk forward.

The closet door slides open and harshad pull her two more steps forward where She stop. Pranali feel another rope slide between her wrists and hear him pull it tight, stretching out her arms further. This is the first time Pranali has been here  hung from the clothing rod. Harshad turn Pranali one final time so that she face out for him to see her restrained elegance. Her shoulders tight over her head. Her big breasts pulled up high.  Her perfectly shaved crotch slightly exposed because her legs are spread shoulder width making her as tall as possible on flexed tip toes.

This is Harshad favorite position to see her in: completely exposed and helpless. Pranali shift only slightly as She try in vain to find a comfortable position. Her breathing slightly increases because of her constant exertion to stand tall.

"Open," Harshad say, and the hard plastic ball gag forces its way into Pranali mouth and clasps behind her head. Now breathing through her nose she will begin to struggle for enough oxygen, increasing her heart rate as adrenaline pumps into her blood. This is the control harshad has over her. Harshad grab Pranali shoulders and turn her around so her  ass faces outward. Her naked pussy lips poke out between her perfectly round cheeks. A small glint of wetness is beginning to form between her lips. Harshad know Pranali was getting excited, but he will have juice running down Pranali legs before he give you the satisfaction of touching her hot clit.

Pranali hear the distinctive clatter of the metal bar inside his belt buckle. She hear him silence it as harshad fold the belt in half. He know how Pranali react when he snap the belt together. Pranali squirm in anticipation, but no expectation can ready her for the sting that comes as harshad quickly lay the broad cloth across her ass. Pranali whimper loudly as it strikes. Harshad swing four more times, each one harder than the last, before he say anything.

Harshad- "You enjoy that don't you, my little  slut."

"Hmm hmmh," Pranali say  "Yes, Sir."

Harshad bring the belt across Pranali ass ten more times. Each whip incurs a softening whimper. Harshad spread them across her entire ass so that both cheeks blush brightly. He pause before the one he know will hurt most, but Pranali enjoy most. The next blow lands on her thighs, just below the round arc of her cheeks. Pranali scream louder than any of the others. Harshad put the belt in his other hand and gently rub her reddening ass. This is the first time harshad has touched anything but her arms and head. He carress pranali ass, soothing the sting. His cock hardens as he hold his favorite sexual part of her body. When Pranali breathing slows a bit (and harshad can't resist the urge to drive his fingers into the wetness between her legs any longer) .

Harshad push on her hips to turn Pranali around. He drop the belt and grab her other hip with his left hand. He pull her hips toward him until they connect with mine. When Pranali feel the hardness between him and her abdomen, pranali learn that harshad was naked as well. Pranali help maintain the pressure on his hard cock while he slowly slide his hand up her obliques and trace his thumbs over her nipples. She jump because of their sensitivity. Harshad wrap his large hand around her big boobs, centering on her large nipples. He grab them between his fingers and give them a tight sqeeze and a little pull. Pranali whimper loudly as harshad torture her. Harshad take a step back, bend down, and lower his mouth to her quickly hardening nipple. He give a short lick that makes her try to pull away, but his hands now on her back don't let her. Harshad engulf it in his mouth and bite down gently. Pranali whimpers begin to turn into moans of pleasure as harshad start use his tongue to play with her nub. He move to the other one and repeat. Pranali react the same: aversion, then guilty acceptance. He slide his right hand around to the front to play with the exposed breast. Harshad release it quickly only to bring his flat fingers across it in a hard slap. He pull his mouth away and do the same to the other side. Pranali whimpers begin again as his hands take turns abusing her chest. Harshad swing low to high so Pranali breasts are pulled up and fall back down. Harshad after giving  eight slaps, he engulf her breasts in his palm

s, massaging them gently.