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Desibahu — Sun, 30 May 2021 08:29:45 +0000

Mera naam Bhanu hai, aur mai Delhi se hoon. Mai yaha apne kuch real life femdom experiences share kar raha hoon jisme se ek ye hai. Yeh sab maine tab experience kiya jab mujhe femdom ke bare main kuch nahi pata tha.
Lekin ab mai female ki talaash mein hu jo mujhe dominate, humiliate aur degrade kar sake.
Mai ek normal college boy tha, 12th class ka, meri gali main 3 ladkiya meri dost thi, jo ki mujhe roz ladkiyo wali games khilati thi, aur bilkul ladkiyo jaise hi treat karti.
Vo teeno milke mujhe har baat par dominate karti thi jaise: meri baat kabhi na mankar apni baat manwana, mujhe chunni ki saadi pehnana, mujhse koi galti hone par punishment main mujhse apne pair chune ke liye kehti.
Wo mujhe bhot maarti, aur bolti ladkiyo se maar khane se bhagwan ka aashirwad milta hai, aur aisi bahut si chezein karti. Jab mai unki baat nahi manta to vo mujhe bahut humiliate karti mujhe.
Wo kehti ki mai ek ladki hu, mere koi dost ladka nahi hai, hum sabko bata denge ki tu hamse maar khata hai, etc. Jab mai unhe sorry bolta to unki bas ek hi shart hoti ke, “Maafi chahiye to apne sar hamare pairon mai rakh ke sorry bol.”
Aur ye maafi mangne ka tarike, hum sabne ek purane serial “Hatim” MMein dekha tha jaha female villain aisa karti thi apne gulamo ke sath.
Yehi sab hua mere sath kuch time tak, jaise-jaise hum bade hote gaye hum TV serials aur movies main aise hi scenes dhundte rehte jisme ladki kisi ladke ko maar rhi ho ya zaleel kar rakhi ho, aur baad mein hum use apne version mein recreate karte.
Ek baar humne aisa hi ek scene (south Indian dubbed movie) ka recreate kiya, ye sab unme se ek ladki ke ghar par ho rha tha, jisme 1 ladki boss banti hai aur 2 uski assistants.
Aur boss bolti hai, “Is gulam ko tab tak maaro jab ye mere pairo mai girkar maafi na mange,” ye same dailouge usne bola, aur fir baki dono ne mujhe sach mein marna shuru kar diya laaton se, kabhi mujh par kood kar.
Jab unhe dikh gaya ki mai ab haar mann chuka hoon unse lad nahi paa rha tha, vo dono mujhe mere hathon se kheech kar zameen par ghaseet te hue kursi pe baithi boss ke pas le jaate.
Fir mai use sorry bolta, aur vo mere sir par apna pair rakh kar hasti, aur aise baari-baari teeno boss bante aur mai bas unse maar hi khata rehta.
Hum main se kisi ki bhi mummy shor hone par aati nahi thi kyonki unhe lagta tha ki hum khel rahe hai, aur bhi aise bahut se scenes recreate kiya hai humne.
Dheere-dheere mujhe ye sab acha lagne laga tha, mujhe mazaa aane laga tha jab ladkiya mujhe gaaliya deti, aur mujhe dominate karti.
Ek din maine apne ghar par Akshay kumar aur Rekha ki picture dekhi jisme vo apni naukar se apne boots utarwati, aur baad mai ek galti ho jane par use hunter se maarti.
Maine ye scene jaake teeno ko sunaya, sab excited the but hamare pas hunter nahi tha to unme se ek ne bola ki mere ghar pe khelenge to mai apne papa ki extra large belt le lungi.
Fir humhe plan rakha aur wese hi scene create kiya. Kisi bhi ladki ne ghar jakar kapde change nahi kiya bas maine hi change kar liye the.
Wo sab socks and shoes mai hi thi, jab hum sab ghar pohche tab humne gate band kiya, aur khelna shuru kar diya. Bilkul movie ki tarha boss chair par baithi usne bola, “Kutte mere jute aur socks utaro.”
Waise unme se kaafi smell aa rhi thi, fir usne bola ki unhe theek se waha rakho, tabhi vo jute mere hath se fisal gaye aur gir gaye, aur boss ne mujhe zor se laat mari.
Fir mai gir gya, aur usne baki dono ko bola ki, “Is kutte ne mere keemti jute giraye hai, ise hunter se itna maaro ki ye mar jaye,” aise bolke vo apne baap ki belt le ayi. Aur fir baki dono ne mujhe khada karke mere hath pakad liye, aur boss ne mujhe belt se mara, mujhe lag nahi rahi thi, but ek larki se maar kha-kar mazaa bahut aa rha tha.
Jab vo dono thak gayi mera hath pakad ke to unhone mujhe laat marke zameen par gira diya, aur ab boss mujhe belt se maar rakhi thi, aur baki dono apne hath-pairo se.
Yehi scene mere sath 3 baar hote kyonki bari-bari sab boss bante, aur mai hi unse maar khata, aur wese to mujhe ab mazza aane laga tha.
Aur se aur bhi kahi scenes hue but ye sab zayda nahi chal paya kyonki hum waha kiraye par rehte the, aur fir hum uss area se ghar khali karke chale gaye. Mai fir dubara kabhi unse nahi mila.
Ye socks aur shoes wala scene mere life ka bahut bada turning point tha, jo mujhe bhi nahi pata tha, kyonki ab maine un teeno ke socks ki khusboo sungh-li jo ki pata nahi kyun, but mujhe bahut hi zayda achi lagi.
Khelne ke baad jab hum sab thak gaye to sab bed par hi let gaye. Mai to bas kuch bhi karke unke pair ki taraf jaa raha tha ki bas unke socks sung lu.
Itne mein unhone bol diya, “Ab socks bhi utar dete hai,” to maine bola, “Tum lete raho, mai utar deta hoon,” aur unhe kuch pata bhi nahi chala ki main unki socks utarne ke bahane unhe sungh raha hoon.
Jab mai unki socks rakhne gaya to maine unke jutte bhi sunghe unme to aur bhi achi khusbhoo aa rahi thi to 2-minute tak to maine unke jutte hi sunghe, aur fir mai ander aaya, aur humne thodi baatein kari, aur ghar chale gaye.
Bas us din se jo mujhe aadat lagi ki ladkiyon ki socks sunghne wali ki mai aaj tak bhi mauka milne par ladkiyo ke shoes, aur socks sunghta hoon…
Maine ye experience isiliye share kiye kyonki, I hope aisa kuch mere sath dubara kabhi ho, mujhe koi aise female mile kisi bhi age ki jo mujhe dominate, humiliate aur degrade kar sake.
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A real life’s true love story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Tue, 05 Jan 2021 21:44:44 +0000

Hi guys, I hope you all are doing well and protecting yourself and your family against the Coronavirus. My name is Chirag (name changed for privacy), and this is my real story of true love.
Coming to the story, it’s been almost 7-8 years when this happened. It was my first day in a prestigious engineering college in Bangalore. It is in the heart of the city and surrounded by greeneries, parks, temples, etc.
It was around 8.30 am. As I entered the college gate, I saw a tall girl about 5.7 feet in height and lean. She had an amazing smile. I looked at her and started to my block, and meanwhile, I found many pretty faces.
My friend, a year senior, used to say this college is an ocean of pretty girls. Every day you will find a new one, and I felt it was kinda true after some time. The first day and I had many crushes!
Every day at college breaks, I used to see her along with her friends. She had a gang of guys and girls. As I wasn’t in love before, I never got to know when did I tall for this girl. There were many pretty girls whom I admire a lot. One of them even went to a contest in Femina miss India competition in Mumbai!
I still wonder why I didn’t go behind them. I am sure I could have got a good girlfriend. The first few months, it was just seeing each girl on my way to my classroom, roaming around during breaks. But after the semester break, I realized I missed only one girl. That’s her, the heroine of this story.
After sem break, I kinda tried to see her more during breaks. I knew I had affection towards that girl but didn’t know yet if it was love. I was a PG student, and she was a junior. So there wasn’t a way for an intro with her. Also, being a guy from tier 2 city, it was difficult for me to talk to any girl.
Somehow I got few friends, girls from EC, Telecom, Civil branches, etc. I also made a couple of good friends, including the girl who competed in the Femina Miss India contest. Let’s call her Niharika.
Frankly speaking, she was the most gorgeous girl in our college. She kinda was mean to others, but she was sweet to me! I was soft-spoken, and you can say I wasn’t a guy who was behind girls all the time. I did respect girls and never took any advantage of them.
During the 2nd sem exams, whenever I saw her before exams, I did really well. Whenever I didn’t see her, I did average in exams. Strange but true! Maybe I was considering her my lucky charm by then.
After exams, it was a semester break again. This was when I realized I was in love and in the purest form. I didn’t have the slightest lust at that time. Except for her face, I hadn’t seen her body. I didn’t know if she had huge breasts, huge ass, slender waist, nothing at all.
Only her smile, attractive eyes, and her cute face are all I remembered. Though I had few girls as friends by this time, I only missed this girl whose name also I wasn’t aware of yet.
By next semester, the first month I just saw her at a canteen or nearby canteen. I was feeling low as I wasn’t sure how to proceed. One day Niharika and I were texting, and she asked why do I sound dull. After initial denial, I told her about this girl, and Niharika was shocked.
She didn’t text for a week, and it was strange to me. She was the one who used to send me GM’s and GN’s every day. Now it is complete silence from her end. I thought I might have offended her in any way. But that wasn’t the case.
I sent a text again and asked her whether she wants to be in contact with me or not. If she’s not interested, then I would never contact her again. I got a text message from her.
N: I am sorry I didn’t respond.
Me: It’s ok, but what happened?
N: Nothing, I was just upset.
Me: Upset? Why? What happened?
N: Nothing, it’s personal.
Me: You know you can share with me anything, right?
N: I know, but I don’t wanna share and especially with you!
Me: Why? What did I do?
N: I liked you, but you like someone else. It hurts.
Me: What? You never told me!
N: Did you ever say that you are into any girl before?
Me: You never asked! You were my first crush. And I thought it’s just plain crush like it happens every time.
N: You had a crush on me?
Me: I still have, but I love that girl.
Niharika and I spoke too many things that day, and we decided to keep our friendship intact. I had immense respect for her, but I couldn’t see her as a GF ever. If you ask me, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
I decided to propose to the girl I saw, even though I never knew her name. One fine day before my birthday, I went to her with a love letter that I scribbled with all my feelings. I followed her for an hour almost till she was alone with her friend. They were standing near the college gate.
I stopped them and gave the letter to my girl. And guess what, till this point, I didn’t know her name. In excitement, her friend screamed Meghana! And that was the moment I got to know her name. I said, “Please read this, and let me know your answer,” and left without looking back.
I was feeling like winning a battle. My adrenaline was too high. I was so relaxed and happy that I had the courage to express my love. Why did I choose to give a love letter when I could have proposed to her face-to-face? Or through phone or text.
The reason behind this, I couldn’t talk with a girl so freely like I do now. I was trembling when I gave her the letter. I couldn’t have said those three magical words ever. And would have messed it very badly. Moreover, I had written every feeling of mine towards her in that letter.
Good, bad, and ugly about me, what I liked in her, everything I could think of. (This letter was the dumbest ever if you have read it. The only thing positive was that it had my feelings)
As it was Friday, I waited till Monday and went to check her decision on me. After searching for her during the lunch break, I found her near the ground with her friend, who was a Dayan in my life. I stood before my girl, and this ‘Dayan’ started speaking instead of my girl Meghana.
Me: I wanna speak to Meghana.
Dayan: No, she is not interested, so leave her alone.
Me: It’s fine, but I will just speak with her to understand why.
D: She’s not interested, please understand. Don’t trouble her anymore.
Me: I don’t wanna trouble anyone, but I do wanna speak to her once.
D: she’s not interested, so don’t trouble.
Me: Ok! Thanks for the opportunity.
I left from there. I was heartbroken, hurt, and I felt a need to do something stupid for the first time. I just went out and smoked my first ever cigarette. Though I hated it, I just finished it somehow! (Couldn’t take the smoke inside)
The next few days were very difficult. Though I used to see her, sometimes it was heavy on my heart. My urge to speak to her was increasing day by day. One day I just decided to talk to her on my own and give it a final try. I got her number. Meanwhile, I had found her Facebook ID and sent a message on Facebook.
She responded, saying why I texted her, and that question started our journey. Though she did not show much interest in me initially, I was successful in making a connection. I told her I would call her the next day but need her number from her.
I told her I have the number but don’t wanna call her like a stalker. Somehow she was convinced, and she sent her number. The next day I called her, and we had a short chat. I told her that I am going to a Defence interview.
If I get selected, then she may not have to see me ever again in her life. That’s why I wanted to talk to her, and that was the truth. And my whole batch was out in interview!
We kept in touch, and it was her birthday. Somehow I had collected those details and planned a surprise gift for her. I wished exactly at 12 midnight and told her I wanna see her once on her birthday, she said she will try.
The next morning I texted her and asked her where she can meet, she didn’t respond. After a couple of hours, she responded, saying she can’t meet. Maybe that hurt me most for the second time.
I just asked her to collect the gifts I had prepared and bought for her. In the evening, I received a message from her saying thanks, and she loved my gifts. (Gifts: A purple rose, which is her favorite, a kaleidoscope, a music DVD comprising of few movies related to true love and melody songs, chocolates).
I asked her why she didn’t meet. She didn’t want her friends to see her with me, so she didn’t. I said ok, and I couldn’t say anything else. I just asked if she can give me one chance to know me, and then she can decide whether she can accept my proposal.
Luckily she agreed to it. And she said if she says no, then I shouldn’t trouble her. I accepted it, and I had exactly one month as we had semester exams in a month.
We spoke/texted daily till the last exam. Frankly, those were the most beautiful days I was myself. I helped her in her studies by motivating her to study more and more. She was one of the toppers in her studies from her childhood and me too) and frankly, we did great in exams.
We had developed a strong bonding together. I proposed to her again. She said the time was too little to decide, and she doesn’t want to lose me. She asked me to be a friend.
How can a person who has feelings can pretend to be a friend? I told her the same, but she insisted on that. I gave her 6 months more to think, and if she’s still not convinced, then I would vanish from her life.
Guys, you have no idea how time flies when you are in love. In these 6 months, we met outside the college, near her house, we had hugged as well. Maybe the transition from meeting to hug was huge when you are in love.
In lust, you can simply ask for a kiss and fuck. Then even if they block or avoid you, nobody cares! But when you are in love, those things come naturally, and you won’t plan on it.
I still remember my first hug and kiss. The hug was special in a public place like Lal Bagh park and the botanical garden in Bangalore! Just imagine a guy holding a girl’s waist in a park! That’s huge for me. The same day, our first kiss happened while going back.
I will continue my story in the next part if I get any responses. This is just a story yet and no romance, but you will know how real-life stories turn into when I complete my story. Please comment if you want to know the second part. If not, maybe this is the final part.

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