The Delhi Artist Gigolo – Part 4

After the first assignment, I became engrossed in my paintings and studies. It took me another two days to receive a new assignment. Ayushi called me, saying, “You have an assignment today. Be ready.”

I replied, “I’m ready for the next assignment. Where is the location and time?”

She responded, “Yamuna Bank metro station, 6 PM. I’ll share your number with her.”

I replied, “Okay, I’ll be there.”

I finished my work and went to meet my client in casual attire. After waiting for about 20 minutes, I received a text from an unknown number: “I’m here. Where are you?” I provided my exact location. A tall woman, around 6 feet tall, dressed in a form-fitting black suit, approached me and asked, “Tanmay?”

I replied, “Yes, that’s me.” She introduced herself as Ravina, shook my hand firmly, and asked, “Shall we grab a bite and talk? It’s been a hectic day for me.”

I agreed, “Of course. There’s a restaurant nearby.” We walked to the restaurant, where she ordered a burger and I ordered a coffee. As we talked, she revealed that she was the managing director of a pharmaceutical company, married, with a daughter pursuing her master’s degree in the UK. When I asked her age, she said, “You can guess.” I guessed 44, and she replied, “You’re close.”

Ravina had an alluring presence that reminded me of Bollywood actress Tabu. Her well-maintained body was accentuated by a perfectly fitted suit, and her long hair, tied back, highlighted her curves in all the right places.

Despite her age, Ravina exuded confidence and boldness. She confided in me, “I have some fantasies that my husband isn’t able to fulfil, which is why I opted for Ayushi’s service. How do you feel about that?”

I responded, “Making my clients comfortable is my priority. I aim to make you feel completely at ease.”

She smiled a hint of challenge in her eyes. “It should be through your actions, not just your words. Okay?”

I replied, “My actions speak louder than words. I’m confident the boss lady will be well satisfied.” Her eyes glinted with approval as she finished her burger.

As we prepared to part ways, she said, “I’ll text you the details of our next meeting: the date, time, and location.” Her voice had a sultry edge to it, hinting at the anticipation of what was to come.

Before I reached home, Ravina’s text arrived, confirming our meeting for the next day at 6 PM and sharing her address. I replied, “Be ready, my boss lady.” She responded with a playful emoji, a hint of the anticipation we both felt.

That night, my thoughts were consumed by visions of Ravina and how I would fulfill her fantasies. Her needs, her desires—what did they entail that her husband couldn’t satisfy? The mystery of her unfulfilled cravings and the promise of exploring them with her left me restless, and I fell into a fitful sleep filled with vivid dreams.

I awoke late the next morning, feeling a surge of excitement. I chose my outfit carefully: sleek formal trousers that accentuated my form and a fitted red shirt that hinted at seduction. I liberally sprayed Tom Ford cologne across my body, ensuring that my scent would be an irresistible invitation.

By 5 PM, I was on my way, the thrill of anticipation propelling me forward. When I arrived at her opulent bungalow, my heart raced at the sight of the sleek Mercedes in the driveway, a testament to her refined taste and success.

As Ravina answered the door, she was a vision of allure. Her gown, loosely tied, fell open just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. A seductive beauty mark on her chest drew attention to her graceful curves, making her look both elegant and enticing. Her eyes, dark and smoldering, met mine with a playful challenge, suggesting that tonight would be an exploration of our deepest desires.

“Come in,” she murmured, her voice dripping with a sultry warmth. As I crossed the threshold, the atmosphere in her home was charged with an erotic energy that heightened my anticipation. She guided me through the dimly lit hallway, her hand brushing against mine with an electric touch that sent shivers down my spine.

In the living room, the soft glow of candles flickered across her features, casting a warm, inviting light. Ravina’s gaze lingered on me with a mix of hunger and admiration. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

She led me to her bedroom, her eyes glinting with anticipation. She pointed to the wardrobe and commanded, “Open it.” As I did, I was struck by the array of BDSM equipment—paddles, nipple clamps, cotton rope, ball gags, pulling belts, and more. The collection was extensive, and some of the items were unfamiliar, but their purpose was clear.

Her voice was a mixture of eagerness and desperation as she said, “I want you to use every single piece of this equipment on me. I need to feel the pain to fulfill my fantasies. My husband couldn’t give me what I crave, and that’s why he’s not able to satisfy me.”

Her confession, revealing her husband’s shortcomings and her own unfulfilled desires, only fueled my resolve. I thought, “Now the boss lady is going to become my submissive, and I will be her master.”

With a firm, commanding tone, I said, “I’ll make sure your fantasies are fully realized, Ravina. You’ll experience every bit of what you’ve been craving.” Her eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and excitement, a smile curling at her lips.

“Good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Show me you can do more than just talk.” Her tone was like questioning my ability to satisfy her.

I advanced towards her, my steps measured and deliberate. I reached for the paddle, letting it dangle in front of her. “This,” I said, letting the paddle slap lightly against my palm, “is just the beginning. I want to hear you scream; I want to see you writhe.”

Her breath quickened as I began to trail the paddle across her skin, the sensation making her shiver. “Is this what you’ve been missing?” I taunted, delivering a firm swat that made her gasp. Again, I delivered a hard slap to her backside, and she shivered, pleading, “Tanmay, do it more.”

I slapped her again and ordered, “Call me master, you slut. From now on, you are my servant.”

I instructed her to lean against the wall and raise her gown above her waist. Her white, smooth skin reddened under my hand. I slapped her again with the paddle, and she screamed with pain, “Master, I was waiting for you for so long.” Her nipples hardened under the fabric of her lingerie, a clear sign of her growing arousal.

I slapped her inner thighs with the paddle, and they reddened within no time. I shouted at her, “Slut, spread your legs.” She obeyed, spreading her legs for her master. I rubbed her pussy with the paddle. She was moaning and said, “Master, you are teasing me. My pussy wants your slaps.”

I lightly slapped her pussy with the paddle. She was moaning in pain and pleasure, “Master… mhhhh… Do it again. Ahhh… Master, make me cum with your art.”

I replied, “Slut, you questioned my ability. I’ll let you cum when I decide. You have to take the whole pain and pleasure.”

Next, I took the nipple clamps, attaching them with a firm grip. “How does this feel, my slut?” I asked harshly, watching her body arch and her moans intensify. The pain and pleasure were intertwined, her cries muffled but unmistakable.

I removed her gown, revealing her bare form. Her erect nipples were trapped inside the clamps. I took the vibrator and used it on both nipple clamps. She loudly said, “Master, I can’t take the pain. It’s so much more than I expected.”

I shouted at her, “You want the pain, I’ll give it to you.” I kept the gag ball in her mouth and continued vibrating the clamps. I kept my finger above her pussy, feeling the sensation of the vibrator in her pussy.

I stopped vibrating the nipple clamps because I didn’t want to make her cum too soon.

I reached for the cotton rope, wrapping it around her wrists with precision. “You’ll stay bound and at my mercy,” I declared. The knots were tight, ensuring she felt every twist and turn. Her moans became more desperate, her body responding eagerly to each touch and restraint.

I tied her to the bed and started slapping her breasts and thighs slowly. She was moaning, her sounds echoing in the room.

Then I again took the powerful vibrator and used it all over her body with no mercy. She enjoyed every bit of it. I pushed the vibrator deep inside her pussy. She said, “Master, go slow, please go slow. I’m unable to take it. It’s mixing all inside my pussy. Please, Master, God, it’s unbearable.”

I replied, “Slut, I’ll decide when to stop. You don’t have any opinion.” I kept the vibrator in her pussy and took the paddle, slapping her thighs. After 10 minutes, I removed the vibrator from her pussy. The whole vibrator was filled with her juice.

I said, “My slut, take it in your mouth.” She replied, “Yes, Master, give it to me.” She started to lick the juice from the vibrator. “Master, this was what I was expecting,” she said.

I replied, “Slut, this is just the beginning. There is a lot more to come, my slut.”

The ball gag was next. I positioned it in her mouth, tightening it until her moans were reduced to muffled whimpers. “No more talking,” I growled. “You’re here to feel, not to speak.” She nodded in agreement, her voice muffled but compliant, “Yes, Master.”

I kept the ball gag in place as I slapped her breasts. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her feeble moans urged me to continue. Later, I removed the gag ball from her mouth. She said, “Master, you are making me want more.”

I replied, “I’ll give you what you want, which your asshole husband is not able to give you. I’ll make you burst out, my slut.”

The collar and pulling belt came last. I tied it around her neck and made her walk like a dog, securing her legs and arms in positions that allowed me to explore every inch of her body.

“You’re completely under my control now,” I said with a harsh edge. “Every inch of you is mine to command.”

She replied, “Yes, Master, command me. What should I do now? I’m at your service. I’m liking the way you are treating me. I will be your slut always.”

I removed my clothes and sat in a chair. I ordered, “Slut, come near me and lick my leg like a dog.” She complied, licking my leg. I pulled the belt closer and slapped her bare back with the paddle. She moaned loudly and said, “Master.” Then I told her, “Slut, lick my penis.” She licked it in the same way she had licked my legs.

I instructed her to turn around, and as she did, I inserted a butt plug into her asshole while simultaneously slapping both of her ass cheeks with the paddle.

As I moved my hands over her bound form, I could feel the heat and tension building. I taunted her with each touch, each flick of the paddle. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To be pushed to your limits? I’m here to make sure you get exactly what you asked for.”

I ordered her to spread her legs. She replied, “Yes, Master, as you said.” I slapped her inner thighs with the paddle while she was in the doggie position.

Then I started to fuck her in the same doggie position, the butt plug still nestled deep in her asshole. Each thrust was a tantalizing blend of pain and pleasure for her. I slapped her ass with the paddle, making her moan louder, and tightened the pulling belt so her body arched down, intensifying the sensation.

As I continued to pound into her, her moans became more urgent. She gasped, “Master, you’re doing it right. Make this slut come on your dick. I’ve been searching for you to fulfill my fantasies. Go harder, Master.”

I responded with a deep, growling affirmation, “Yes, my slut. I’ll give you everything you crave.” Each thrust grew more forceful, driving her closer to the edge. Her body quivered under the relentless pleasure, her cries mingling with the sound of my movements.

Ravina’s body responded eagerly to each sensation, her moans growing louder. Her body tensed and shuddered with a powerful orgasm, her cries of pleasure even more intense through the gag. “I want to hear you scream my name,” I demanded, pushing her towards the edge of ecstasy.

Afterward, I removed the restraints, holding her close as she caught her breath. Her eyes, filled with a mix of satisfaction and gratitude, met mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice still trembling. “You’ve given me everything I needed.”

I could see the reddened marks all over her body as she slid her fingers over them, embracing herself. I felt happy seeing her embrace herself.

I pulled her into a firm embrace, my voice steady and assertive. “This is just the beginning,” I said, my tone filled with promise. “We’ll explore everything together, and you’ll get everything you’ve been craving.”

I successfully completed my second assignment. Before leaving, she returned to the same professional demeanor she had when we first met at the metro station. I held her cheeks and gave her a wonderful kiss before leaving her home early in the morning. Later, she texted me to say thank you. I replied with a smiley emoji. Soon after, my account was credited with 25k. I was so happy because of the money I earned from each of my assignments.

Who is his third client?
Will he meet his other two clients again?
What kind of fantasies will the third client hold?

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