Sahiba Tries BDSM

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Chapter 1: The Beginning
Sahiba sat at her desk, her long thick hair swaying gently as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She was bored with her routine of creating content for her online food videos. The 30-year-old in her wanted something new, something exciting. And she had always been intrigued by the world of BDSM.
Performing a quick online search, she lands on FetLife, a platform promising to connect her with potential Doms. Fascinated, she begins to browse through the options, but her enthusiasm quickly wanes. The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes that these local Doms just aren’t what she’s looking for. They seem to violate consent right off the bat, and Sahiba knows that this is not the kind of adventure she is after.
But her quest isn’t a total loss. Through her research, she hears about Raj, a legendary Dom who recently retired from his ruthless dominating in Kolkata after falling madly in love. The girl he left his Kink life for is now a thing of the past, and Raj himself contacts Sahiba, initiating a weeks-long conversation that culminates in a face-to-face meeting.
Sahiba finds herself on a flight to Goa, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. She knows that this meeting is strictly platonic, a chance for them to discuss whether he will return to the dominating scene or stay retired. And she can’t help but wonder: if they connect, will she be willing to sacrifice her beautiful hair for the experience of a lifetime?

 

Chapter 2: The Meeting
Sahiba sat on the sandy shores of Goa’s beach, the ocean waves lapping at her feet. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as she spotted Raj walking towards her. His confident stride and intense gaze made her nervous, but the way he smiled, revealing a friendly crinkle around his eyes, put her somewhat at ease.
“Hi there,” his deep voice rumbled as he approached, extending a hand to her. Sahiba’s palms began to sweat as she placed her hand in his, feeling a spark at the contact. “It’s great to meet you. I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Thank you for meeting me,” Sahiba replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’ve been a huge fan of your work.”
Raj raised an eyebrow, taking a seat next to her. “Work? You mean the BDSM scenes?” He paused, his expression softening. “Look, Sahiba, I know you contacted me because you’re interested in exploring that side of things, but I’ve retired from all that. I thought I’d found someone outside the lifestyle, and I wanted to focus on that.”
Sahiba’s heart sank at the reminder of his past relationship, but she pressed on, determined to convince him. “I know, but I’ve heard so much about you and your commitment to consent and respect. I haven’t been able to find something similar since getting into this scene. Please, Raj, just one session with you. I promise I’ll be a willing participant and follow all your rules.”
Raj sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sahiba, it’s not that easy. BDSM is not something to be taken lightly. If you’re willing to explore, I can recommend some responsible dominants for you.”
“I know you’re the one I want to learn from,” Sahiba pleaded, her eyes pleading with him. “Please, Raj. I’ll do anything.”
The dom’s eyes drifted to her long, luscious hair, falling down her back. “Anything?”
Sahiba’s stomach dropped as she followed his gaze, understanding his unspoken request. “Oh, my hair… I can’t lose my hair, Raj. It’s a part of me. Everyone knows me for my hair!”
Raj stood up, offering his hand to help Sahiba to her feet. “Then I guess we’re at an impasse. I’ve never made an exception to my rules, and I’m not about to start now. Hair is a powerful symbol, a sacrifice that many submissives offer. It’s their choice, their consent. If you’re unwilling to give it up, perhaps you’re not as committed as you thought.”
Sahiba felt the wind get knocked out of her. She had never imagined he’d be so firm. “But Raj, I… I thought you’d make an exception for me. You’re the only one I want to learn from!”
“I’m flattered, truly,” Raj said, his voice gentle. “But rules are rules, and if we’re to work together, you’ll have to trust me and understand the significance of this act. It’s a big step, and not one to be taken lightly.”
Sahiba’s eyes darted between his face and the ocean, her heart both breaking and racing at the challenge before her.
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Chapter 3: The Deal
Sahiba couldn’t contain her excitement.
“Really? You’d spare my hair?”
Raj smirked. “Not exactly. The session will go ahead, but on my terms.”
She nodded eagerly. “Anything!”
“We’ll play from ten in the morning till one in the afternoon. I have set up five more challenges for you. If you fail any of them, or orgasm without permission, or use the safe word, you will lose your hair. No exceptions.” Raj paused for emphasis. “And if you fail, your right to use the safe word is forfeited too. It’ll be like a game. And games are more fun with stakes, don’t you think?”
Sahiba’s heart raced. She took a deep breath, the anticipation and anxiety dancing within her. “I’m ready,” she said, determination flooding her veins.
Raj produced a pair of scissors from his pocket and waved them in front of Sahiba’s face. “Then let’s go. But first, tie your hair up. We wouldn’t want it getting in the way now, would we?”
Sahiba’s hands trembled as she Binance her long hair into a tight bun. Once she was done, Raj took her by the arm and led her down the street. They turned onto a quiet side alley, and Sahiba’s pulse quickened at the sight of a large, ominous door. Raj pushed it open, and the heavy scent of leather and mystery enveloped her.
The dungeon was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few candles scattered around the large room. Raj gestured for Sahiba to enter, and she stepped inside, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

 

Chapter 4: The Session Begins – Task 1
As Sahiba entered the dimly lit dungeon, the heavy door slamming behind her, she took a deep breath, the musty scent of the room filling her lungs. The space was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few candles scattered around the large room. Their flickering flames reflected off the various instruments and devices dotted throughout the space, each one sending shivers down Sahiba’s spine. Her heart pounded in her chest, the nerves and excitement building up within her.
“Address me as Sir for the duration of our time together, understood?” Raj’s deep voice echoed around the dungeon, sending a shiver down Sahiba’s spine.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice steady, a small smirk playing on her lips, as she noted his intense stare.
Before she could blink, Raj was upon her, his strong hands taking hold of the straps of her sundress, roughly pulling it down her body. The fabric ripped as it came to rest around her waist. Sahiba’s eyes widened at the sudden move, her breath catching in her throat. Raj threw the dress into a small fireplace that flicked up a flame with a loud snap.
“Remove your lingerie and place it in the trash bin. Also get rid of your jewelry and any makeup you’re wearing,” he ordered, his voice calm and commanding.
Sahiba’s hands shook as she undressed, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the various devices and realizing the seriousness of her situation. She quickly obeyed, throwing her panties and bra into the bin, along with her earrings and the meager remnants of her makeup.
Raj noticed her shaking hands and smirked. “You’re doing well, Sahiba. But we’ll need to fix one more thing.”
She looked down at her pubic region, realizing it was unshaven, and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Raj’s sharp slap across her thigh startled her, the stinging sensation a reminder of her neglect.
“Lie down,” he commanded, pointing to a large cross that stood in the center of the room. She hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. But with a deep breath, she complied, her body pressing against the cold, hard wood.
Raj’s skilled hands worked quickly, securing her wrists and ankles to the cross with efficient movements. The others had spoken true; he was a force to be reckoned with. The thought flashed through Sahiba’s mind briefly before Raj brought the cane into view.
“Your first task is to endure seventy-five strokes of this cane on your buttocks. You will count each stroke aloud. If you miss a number, we start again from zero. Do you understand?”
Sahiba’s heart sank at the challenge, but she squared her shoulders and nodded, determination flooding her system.
“Good girl,” Raj said, his voice full of approval. “Now, let’s begin.”
The first stroke landed with a crisp crack, and Sahiba’s body jerked at the sudden, searing pain. Tears pricked her eyes, but she bit her lip, determined to see this through.
“One!” she called out, her voice steady despite the burning sensation.
Stroke after stroke fell upon her backside, each one a punishment, but Sahiba endured, her cries echoing through the dungeon. Blood dripped from the cane with each strike, splattering onto the floor below, the sickening sound filling the room.
Sahiba’s count continued unwavering despite her tears, and Raj’s pace remained unwavering, each stroke precise and deliberate.
Finally, the last stroke landed, and Sahiba’s body went limp with relief. Raj untied her, and she slumped to the ground, her body a mess of pain and emotion.
“Well done, that was impressive,” Raj congratulated her, a hint of genuine admiration in his voice. “Now, for your reward.”
He knelt beside her and produced a vibrator, the buzz filling the room. Sahiba’s breath hitched as Raj placed it against her soaked sex, and she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her. He let her ride out the orgasm, her cries of ecstasy filling the dungeon.
When Sahiba’s body had finally calmed, Raj helped her up, his eyes glued to hers.
“We’ve got a lot more fun ahead of us, Sahiba, but for now, you’ve earned this.”

Chapter 5: Task 2
Sahiba’s knees hit the floor with a thud, her eyes downcast as Raj stood before her, his dominante presence filling the small room.
“I want you to suck me off,” he ordered, his deep voice sending shivers down Sahiba’s spine.
Quickly, she complied, her hands wrapping around his thick member, and her mouth engulfing it. She could taste the slight saltiness on his skin, and the musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils. Working her mouth up and down his shaft, she used all her tricks, swirling her tongue around each thrust of her head.
He gripped her hair tightly, guiding her rhythm, his other hand on his belt, ready to unravel his pants. Deep into the zone, Sahiba didn’t notice his quiet grunts transforming into moans of ecstasy. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her away.
“Not so fast, slave,” he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as Sahiba’s cheeks flushed red. “You’re doing a great job, but I want you to show me your eager throat.”
She didn’t understand. But before she could ask, he had unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, freeing his member. His hand guided his length to her open mouth. She felt his hot, pulsating flesh slide down her throat as he held her jaw firmly. He thrust gently, face etched in concentration, until he reached the base.
Sahiba’s eyes watered in response, but she remained still, determined not to disappoint. Raj’s breathing quickened, his hips moving in small, tight circles, and with a final, strangled moan, he released himself. Warmth flooded Sahiba’s mouth, and she swallowed obediently, savouring the salty, bitter taste.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice rough around the edges as he pulled up his pants.
Sahiba remained on her knees, waiting for further instructions. Raj’s eyes scanned her intently, and after a short while, he spoke.
“You may ask for permission to urinate, if you need it.”
The sudden shift in topic surprised Sahiba, but the desperate urge to relieve herself was too great.
“May I… urinate, Sir?” she asked, her voice strained.
“Over there,” he said, nodding towards a small bucket in the corner.
Without another word, she made her way to the bucket, her naked body shimmering with a light coat of sweat in the dungeon’s oppressive heat. She didn’t dare turn her back on him as she relieved herself, the warm stream hitting the metal and splashing back onto her legs. The embarrassment burned her cheeks, but the relief was immense.
“Well done,” Raj said, his voice soft as Sahiba returned to her knees. “Now, for your next task. I want you to resist orgasming until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Sahiba nodded, her heart pounding at the challenge ahead. Raj’s reputation preceded him, and his expertise in pushing boundaries was legendary.
“You may begin,” he said, his eyes flashing with anticipation as he grabbed hold of her gag and blindfold.

Sahiba lay on the cold, hard floor, her legs spread wide as Raj positioned himself between them. The vibrator’s hum filled the room, its buzz intensifying against her clitoris. He fucked her relentlessly, his strong hands holding her thighs in a vice-like grip as he drove her towards the edge.
She felt the familiar stirrings of an orgasm, the vibrations whispering along her nerves, but she fought it back, focusing on the burning sensation in her muscles. Raj’s pace quickened, his breaths short and sharp, as he slammed into her, the slick sounds of their intercourse filling the room.
Sahiba’s entire body quaked with the effort of holding back her release. The vibrator’s intensity increased, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine, but still, she endured. Sweat dripped from her forehead, her chest heaving with the strain, as Raj’s lust-filled gaze never left her face.
Time lost all meaning in the echoing silence of the dungeon, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the thighs slapping against each other. Then, suddenly, Raj stopped.
He removed the blindfold, and Sahiba’s eyes, heavy with exhaustion, struggled to focus. A small smile played on Raj’s lips as he congratulated her.
“You’ve earned your reward, slave.”
He trailed his fingers along her wet, panting mouth and then delved them into her core. Sahiba’s breath caught in her throat as his expert fingers worked their magic, and with a final, helpless moan, she climaxed.

 

Chapter 6: Task 3
Sahiba’s senses were still reeling from the intense pleasure and pain of the previous task when Raj dropped the bomb: her vagina was no longer needed. She couldn’t help the quiver in her voice as she asked, eyes widening, “W-What do you mean, Sir?”
With a sinister glint in his eye, Raj produced a surgical stapler. “Spread your legs.”
Her heart sank as she obeyed, and she watched in horror as Raj inserted something into her vagina before stapling it shut. The pain was excruciating, and she couldn’t hold back a blood-curdling scream.
“You’re probably wondering about your next task,” Raj said, smirking. “Given your past life as a food blogger, I think it’s only fitting we indulge your senses. But first, we’ll need to prepare you.”
He led her to the bathroom, pushing her to her knees. “Consider this your feeding time. Eat and drink whatever I give you, and remember, no vomiting. But if you do, it’s not the end of the world.”
Bananas, oranges, and milk were forced into her mouth, the excess dripping down her chin and onto the floor. Raj then added a new layer of humiliation, pouring hot sauce on her mouth and vagina, the burning sensation adding to her agony.
Despite her best efforts, Sahiba retched, and vomit spilled from her mouth. Raj’s response was unexpected. He undid her hair bun, the long locks falling around her face, and he said, “You’re not hair goes unpunished. It needs nourishment too.”
Ice cream and cornflakes were smeared into her hair, the sticky sweetness mixing with the vomit. Sahiba’s sobs now mixed with retching as Raj continued to rub the messy concoction into her hair, and she felt humiliated, believing she had failed.
“You’re doing well, slave,” Raj reassured her, though the tears still flowed. “But we’re not done yet. We need to take care of your thirst now.”
She was forced to drink two liters of milk in quick succession. Raj’s hardened member was then shoved into her mouth, and more vomit followed. The bucket from earlier now made a reappearance, and she was instructed to drink her own urine, followed by Raj’s. The stench was overbearing, but she complied, retching and gagging.
“That’s my good girl,” Raj praised her, reminding her of the consequences of the safe word. “Now, you may rinse.”
Sahiba’s head was spun in daze as she stood up, and Raj turned on the vibrator inside her, reminding her of the no orgasm rule. Exhaustion washed over her, and she could do nothing but sob, plead, and beg for release.
Raj’s response was firm. “The safe word consequences still stand, remember? You’ve done well so far. Don’t ruin it now.”

 

Chapter 7: Task 4
Raj handed Sahiba a towel and a hair dryer, indicating for her to dry her hair. Sahiba complied, running the dryer through her wet locks. Her long, thick braid fell down her back as she carefully crafted it.
“That’s better,” Raj remarked, his eyes trailing along the braid. “Now, for your fourth task, slave.”
He took a step closer, his eyes flicking danger, and Sahiba’s heart sank.
“You will be tied up and hung upside down. I want you to suck me off until I climax and swallow every drop. But,” he paused, and Sahiba could see the smirk playing on his lips, “you are not allowed to orgasm or cum.”
Sahiba’s shoulders slumped in exhaustion, but she nodded meekly, knowing full well the consequences of failing. Raj’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he began to tie her wrists and ankles.
“Remember, the safe word is still in effect,” he said, his voice a low warning. “But use it, and the session ends immediately with the punishment.”
Sahiba nodded again, her braid falling to the floor as Raj hoisted her upside down. The blood rushed to her head, and she gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden change in perspective. Raj stood on her braid, grinding it into the ground as he inserted a butt plug into her ass, and Sahiba arched her back in response, a small cry escaping her lips.
She felt Raj’s trousers against her lips as he positioned himself and gripped his erect penis. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around it, using her tongue to trace the veins. Raj groaned, his hands tightening on Sahiba’s thighs.
The vibrator, sealed off earlier, buzzed loudly as Raj switched it to its maximum setting. Sahiba’s eyes widened further as the intense vibration coursed through her body. She struggled, her muscles straining, but she dared not let go.
Sweat dripped down her forehead as she maintained eye contact with Raj, bobbing her head and sucking determinedly. Raj’s breath quickened, his hands gripping tighter, and Sahiba felt the familiar warmth of his climax. She swallowed ardently, her throat working as she extracted every last drop.
Finally, Raj stepped back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He brought Sahiba back down gently, and as her feet touched the ground, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping hers.
“Well done, slave,” he purred. “As a reward, I have something special for you.”
He trailed off, moving to the nearby table and picking up something Sahiba couldn’t see. When he returned, he had a wooden paddle in his hand, and Sahiba’s heart sank at the sight of it. Raj noticed her deflate and shook his head, a warning in his eyes.
“You’ve done well so far, Sahiba. Don’t spoil it now.”
She nodded, her throat dry, as he positioned her bent over the table.
“Remember, count backwards,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
Sahiba nodded again, and with that, Raj began to rain blows upon her breasts. Each slap echoed in the room, and Sahiba’s body jerked with the impact. She gritted her teeth, her eyes screwing shut as the pain erupted across her chest.
Between the pain and the exertion, Sahiba could only manage a hoarse, “Twenty…”

 

Chapter 8: Task 5
Sahiba’s stomach rumbled as if on cue the moment Raj asked if she was hungry. The embarrassment flushed through her as she nodded meekly, unable to hide her eagerness for food. Raj’ frigid expression didn’t waver as he placed a dog bowl on the floor, steam rising from the boiled rice it contained. “Eat,” he ordered, a simple command that stirred a complex mix of emotions within Sahiba.
Kneeling down, she couldn’t shake the humiliation of being served food like a pet, but the growling of her stomach reminded her that she had no choice. With her hands still bound, Sahiba leaned forward, using her mouth to pick up a grain of rice. She savored the plain taste, Salt inspecting every grain before carefully placing it on her tongue.
“You have five minutes to finish,” Raj’s voice interrupted her meal, the crispness in his tone leaving no room for negotiation. Sahiba’s eyes widened at the mention of time, and she increased her pace, rice grains spilling onto the floor as she struggled to eat with only her mouth. Raj said nothing as the minutes ticked by, observing her with an unblinking stare that made Sahiba increasingly self-conscious.
Finally, she finished, every grain accounted for, and looked up at Raj with a meek, hungry gaze. He sighed, his rigid demeanor softening ever so slightly. “Good girl,” he said, his praise sending a warm tingle down Sahiba’s spine.
Without warning, Raj gripped the braid at the nape of her neck and pulled her to her feet. Sahiba’s eyes darted around, trying to anticipate what was coming next. He dragged her into a nearby room, the unfamiliar space causing a fresh surge of anxiety. Her braid trailed on the floor, gathering dust, but Sahiba had no time to register her surroundings. Raj swiftly strapped her into a gynoid chair, securing her arms and legs immovably.
“This is it, your fifth and penultimate task,” Raj announced, leaning closer to Sahiba’s face. “You will submit your body to me permanently.”
Sahiba’s breath hitched in her throat, and she couldn’t suppress a whimper as the reality of his words sank in. “What… what does that mean?” she asked, her voice quivering.
“It means,” Raj explained, his tone matter-of-fact, “that you will allow me to mark your body as mine, forever. I will pierce, tattoo, or modify you as I see fit. If you feel you cannot do this, there is another option.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “You can use the safe word and agree to have your head shaved. Bald and submissive—that’s how I like my slaves.”
Sahiba’s heart raced as she processed his request. The thought of permanent modifications terrified her, but so did the alternative. She had never considered herself a conventional woman, but the idea of being bald was abhorrent. She wouldn’t let it come to that.
“I… I choose the first option,” she stammered, looking away from Raj’s probing gaze.
“Are you sure, slave?” he pressed, his voice a low growl. “Once we start, there’s no going back.”
Sahiba nodded vigorously, her determination apparently convincing Raj. He stepped back, his eyes flicking around the room, and picked up a piercing gun from a nearby table. Sahiba’s eyes went wide as he approached her with the ominous-looking device.
“We’ll start with the nipples,” he said, his voice like ice as he pressed the cold steel of the gun against her right nipple. Sahiba’s breath quickened, and a small cry escaped her lips as the device pierced her tender flesh. The pain was sharp and immediate, but it was the knowing glance Raj gave her that made her feel truly vulnerable.
He moved to her left nipple, and the gun fired again, the sharp sound echoing in the confined space. Sahiba’s shoulders hunched forward, her body instinctively trying to shield itself from the invasion. But Raj showed no mercy, his actions efficient and precise. He moved to her nose next, and Sahiba’s eyes watered as she anticipated the pain. The piercing was quicker than she expected, but no less unpleasant, and she struggled to breathe through the stinging sensation.
Raj’s gloved hand reached for the staples sealing her vagina, and Sahiba flinched as he ripped them open. She sobbed openly now, the dam of her emotions breaking, but still, Raj showed no mercy. The piercing gun neared her labia, and Sahiba’s screams were muffled by her gag. When he was done, she was splayed open, the rings glinting unnaturally in the harsh light.
Undeterred, Raj retrieved a tattoo gun from the table. Sahiba’s eyes darted towards it, her heart sinking as she realized the nature of her next ordeal. She shut her eyes tight, bracing herself for the pain, but Raj’s voice stopped her.
“Keep your eyes open, slave,” he ordered. “Watch as I mark you.”
The tattoo gun came to life, its buzzing filling the room. Sahiba gritted her teeth, her body straining against the restraints as the needle penetrated her tender flesh. She felt Raj’s breath on her as he leaned in close, guiding the gun across her skin.
“Owned property,” he intoned, his voice thick with dominance, as the tattooed words took shape.
When he was done, he stepped back, and Sahiba’s eyes followed him, her gaze desperate and pleading. But Raj merely nodded, apparently satisfied with her latest accomplishment. He led her to a full-length mirror, and Sahiba’s reflection met her own shocked eyes. The sight of her body, adorned with piercings and the bold tattoo, was too much to process. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that coated her skin.
Raj’s hand stroked her hair, and she flinched at his touch, half expecting more pain. But he was gentle, almost affectionate, as he ran his fingers through her long locks. “You’ve done well, Sahiba,” he praised, unstrapping her from the chair. “You have proven your dedication. Consider this a reward.”
With that, he guided her onto the gynoid chair, adjusting her position so she was slumped forward, her bottom thrust out. Sahiba felt vulnerable and exposed in this position, but the unexpected comfort of Raj’s palm on her lower back soothed her nerves. She felt his other hand hesitate near her core, the vibration of a familiar toy tingling against her skin.
“I’m going to turn this on,” he said, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re not allowed to orgasm.”
The toy sprang to life, its insistent buzz filling the room. Sahiba bit her lip, her hips bucking slightly as it stimulated her, and she fought to maintain control. Raj leaned in close, his lips by her ear, and she felt his hot breath as he spoke.
“You have been a model slave, Sahiba. I’m proud of you.”
His words, unexpected and praiseworthy, sent a jolt through her body, and Sahiba fought to suppress the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Raj stepped back, his eyes flinty as he regarded her struggle.
“Remember, you may speak only when spoken to. If you can manage that, I’ll allow you to come.”
Sahiba nodded, her eyes pleading as the vibrator’s buzz intensified. She felt herself slipping into a hazy abyss, her body straining against the sensations. But the promise of that sweet release kept her focused. Amidst the fog of pleasure, she sensed Raj’s presence nearby, and the knowing glance he shared with her told her he was pleased.
Outside, the sun had set, and the room was cast in a warm glow. Inside, Sahiba’s world was a blur of sensation, the vibrator’s relentless pulse pushing her to the brink. The minutes stretched, and Sahiba’s body glistened with perspiration, her breath coming in short gasps. Still, Raj stood guard, an unmoving silhouette, as she endured the ecstasy that threatened to consume her.

 

Chapter 9: Task 6
Sahiba sighed with relief when Raj announced the final task. ‘What is it?’ she asked, her voice meek and submissive.
‘You’ll see,’ he replied cryptically, his deep eyes glinting with an evil glee. ‘But first, undo your braid.’
Sahiba’s hands trembled as she untied the thick plait that fell past her waist. Her long hair, her crowning glory, tumbled around her shoulders, and she felt a twinge of anxiety as she complied with Raj’s order.
‘You’re a brave woman, Sahiba,’ he said, his deep voice actuating a shiver down her spine. ‘But bravery alone won’t win this challenge.’
He moved behind her and secured a gag around her mouth, followed by a blindfold. The familiar smell of leather filled her nostrils as the blindfold was tied in place, leaving her helpless and at his mercy. She felt him tugging at her hair, attaching something to it, and a moment later, a weight pulled her head back, stretching her neck.
‘Ah, don’t struggle just yet,’ Raj’s voice sounded distant as he moved away from her. ‘In a moment, I’ll tell you what needs to be done. But first, let’s add some extra spice to our game.’
Sahiba’s heart sank as she heard him rummaging behind her. The clinking of metal against metal made her stomach turn. She knew that sound—it was the weights he’d mentioned earlier. The ones he’d threatened to use on her sensitive nipples and labia.
‘These look like they could use some company,’ Raj said, his voice closeness returning.
The cool metal touched her skin, first on her nipples, then her nose. The septum piercing was a new addition, one she hadn’t anticipated. The weight pulled her head back further as the ring was secured in place. Her body was now a playground of piercings and staples, each one a connection to her master.
Sahiba’s breath quickened as she felt Raj’s presence near her once more. The blindfold prevented her from seeing his movements, adding an extra layer of suspense to the game. She heard a loud thud as he positioned himself behind her, and a shiver ran down her spine anticipating his touch.
‘On your feet, slave,’ he ordered, and she obeyed, her knees nearly giving way from the strain of being hung upside down.
‘Now, this is the final task,’ he began, his voice like a whisper in her ear. ‘A test of your pain tolerance and balance. You know those weights I mentioned earlier? Well, they’re about to become your new best friends.’
Sahiba’s heart dropped. She couldn’t help but remember his threat of adding weights to her hair.
‘Your challenge,’ Raj continued, ‘is to keep your hair up, way up, for the next hour. By the looks of it, your lovely locks should just about manage that, don’t you think?’
She felt him positioning something on her head and then, with a sharp jerk, her hair was released from its restraint, and a series of books were suspended from it. The weight pulled her hair back, stretching her scalp as the pages grazed her back.
‘If those books touch the floor, you lose,’ Raj explained sadistically. ‘And we both know the penalty for losing, don’t we?’
Sahiba whimpered into the gag. She knew all too well that if she failed, she’d face a painful punishment. But she also knew Raj wouldn’t make the challenge impossible. Well, not entirely impossible.
‘But fear not,’ he said, his breath hot on her neck. ‘There is a way to win. You see, I’ve given you a pair of scissors. Use them to trim the burden, and you’ll be light as a feather.’
She felt his hands place the scissors in hers and then withdraw. The weight of the books pulled at her hair, and she couldn’t help but squeal in pain.
‘Remember, you have one hour,’ Raj reminded her. ‘And if those books touch the ground, I’ll add an extra hour to your session. Consider it a bonus round.’
He stepped back, and Sahiba could almost feel his sinister smile. The scissors were cold in her grasp, and the weight of the books pulled relentlessly. She knew what Raj expected of her, what he wanted her to do. But the thought of cutting her precious hair, of losing those long locks, was agonizing.
‘Please,’ she begged, her voice muffled by the gag. ‘This is—’
‘Impossible, I know,’ Raj interrupted. ‘But you chose to play my game. And now, the fate of your hair rests in your hands.’
She could hear the lustful desire in his voice, the excitement of pushing her to the limits. Sahiba’s hands trembled as she brought the scissors up. This would be the biggest decision of her life. Her long hair represented so much more than mere vanity. It was a symbol of her identity, her individuality. But Raj had controlled every aspect of her being since she’d walked into this den of kink.
The scissors hovered near her hair, and she struggled to catch her breath. The weights pulled at her piercings, stretching them outward. The pain was immense, but she refused to yield. Determination ignited within her, and she found herself driven by a new resolve.
‘I won’t cut it,’ she thought to herself. ‘I won’t let him take this from me. Not without a fight.’
For the first few minutes, she managed to keep the books suspended. The pain was excruciating, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her going. She focused on the task at hand, determined to win this final challenge.
But as the minutes stretched on, the weights became too much. Her arms burned with the effort of keeping the books aloft. The piercings pulled at her flesh, and tears streamed down her face. The blindfold trapped her in a world of darkness, heightening her other senses. She could feel the warmth of Raj’s breath as he stood near her, watching her struggle.
‘Please,’ she begged again, the word muffled and desperate. ‘I can’t—’
‘You can, and you will,’ Raj insisted, unyielding. ‘Or you’ll face the consequences.’
The scissors slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. Sahiba’s heart sank, and she felt a surge of panic. Looking down, she could almost imagine the mess of hair surrounding her, the evidence of her weakness.
‘Please, master,’ she pleaded, her voice cracking. ‘May I have the scissors back? I’ll—’
‘No,’ Raj interrupted firmly. ‘You’ll have to retrieve them yourself, slave. But be warned, if those weights touch the floor, the game is over.’
She could hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well she had no other choice. Slowly, carefully, Sahiba bent her knees and leaned forward, feeling with her hands. The weights stretched her piercings even further, but she gritted her teeth and persevered. Her fingers grazed the floor, and she grasped the scissors, victorious.
Yet the relief was short-lived. The pain was too much to bear, and despite her valiant efforts, the weights touched the floor with a soft thud. She had failed.
Raj’s laugh filled the room, deep and boisterous. ‘It seems our little game has come to an end, Sahiba. But fear not, the penalty round awaits.’
Sahiba’s heart sank as she anticipated the worst. Raj removed the gag and blindfold, and she could do nothing but stare at the mess of hair surrounding her, the remnants of her once-long tresses.
‘You fought well, little one,’ he said, his voice softening. ‘But in the end, you couldn’t quite withstand the pain.

 

Chapter 10: Price of Failure
Sahiba’s eyes darted desperately around the room, searching for any sign of mercy from her taskmaster, Raj. She had failed. The weight had touched the floor, and now she braced herself for his reaction. Would he really go through with his threat and shave her beloved hair off? It had almost succeeded, she pleaded, her eyes welling up with fresh tears, arching her back as the heavy weights were finally removed, relieving her aching piercings.
“Please, Raj… I almost did it. You said yourself I was brave. Can’t you spare my hair?” she begged, her voice cracking with emotion.
Raj stood before her, unmoved. “You should have considered the consequences before you made the deal. You had a choice, Sahiba. You could have cut a manageable portion of your hair and kept the rest. But you chose to risk it all.” He sighed, his tone sharpening. “And now, you’ve failed.”
Sahiba’s heart sank. She knew there would be no backing out this time. Raj was a man of his word, and she had lost. Resigning herself to her fate, she quickly brushed her hair, trying to tame the wild locks into a presentable braid. The weight of the recent hours hung heavy in the room, quite literally, in the form of the weights that had been attached to her body.
Raj watched her intently as she finished braiding her hair and then roughly pulled her to her knees. He tied her hands behind her back, securing them with a skilled flick of his wrists. She whimpered as he roughly tugged on the bonds, testing their strength. Then, he gestured towards the mirror.
“Look at yourself, Sahiba. Take a good, long look. This is the last time you’ll see your hair as it is.” His voice was a mix of sorrow and excitement, the latter of which she couldn’t fathom. How could he be excited about this?
She stood up and, with some difficulty, faced the mirror. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she caught a glimpse of her reflection. Her once-proud braid now hung limply, a sad sight compared to its usual glorious fall. She ran her fingers over it, cherishing the feel for what she knew would be the last time.
Without warning, Raj seized the braid and began cutting it, inch by inch. Sahiba’s breath hitched, and she felt a deep pang of loss with each snip of the scissors. It was a slow, deliberate process, designed to maximize the discomfort. She could do nothing but whimper as he methodically severed her locks.
Finally, the braid was free, and Raj forced the thick tress into Sahiba’s mouth. “Hold it there,” he ordered, and she nodded, her eyes darting between him and the mirror, watching in horror as he moved behind her.
He pulled her up roughly by the shoulders and positioned her so that her reflection stared back at her. Then, he Dipped his fingers into her ass, and the suddenly she was is so much pleasure she forgot about her hair. Raj’s skilled touch sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned around the braid, the taste of herself mixing with the salty hair.
He noticed her struggle and briefly removed the braid, placing it on a nearby table. Then, he grasped his erect cock, and Sahiba’s eyes widened as she realized his intentions. He pushed gently into her mouth, and she obediently took him in, the familiar coppery taste reassuring in this strange situation.
As she sucked him off, Raj produced a straight razor and, with expert precision, began shaving her head. Sahiba’s heart raced as the cool blade traced over her scalp, and clumps of hair fell around her, adding to the mound on the floor. Raj worked efficiently, his breath coming faster as he neared the finish. Then, with a final swipe of the razor, he stepped back, admire his handiwork.
Sahiba’s eyes were wide, and she felt a strange mix of humiliation and empowerment. Raj had indeed fulfilled his promise, and she had submitted to his will. Her head felt light, and a cool breeze caressed her newly exposed scalp. He handed her a towel, and she weakly rubbed it over her head, the reality of her situation slowly sinking in.
But Raj wasn’t finished. Producing a small tweezers, he moved in front of her once more and plucked out her carefully groomed eyebrows, then dragged her back to the mirror. She couldn’t bear to look, but his words propelled her into facing her reflection.
“Now, my dear Sahiba, you truly are a slave. A bald, obedient slave.” He stepped back and appraised her, a proud smirk on his face. “And you’ve handled it all with such bravery. I’m proud of you.”
To her surprise, he pulled her into a tight embrace, and she sobbed into his chest, her braid now a distant memory. Raj kissed the top of her head, and she felt a strange sense of intimacy in this final act. He was right; she had submitted fully and experienced an unusual sense of liberty in doing so.
“The session is over, little one,” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm and reassuring. “But your journey has only just begun.”
Sahiba pulled back, snatching a final glance at her bald head in the mirror. Then, as instructed, she cleaned up the hair, placing the precious locks into the bin. She felt strangely calm, almost detached, as if the world had gone quiet around her.
Turning back to Raj, she found him already dressed and preparing to leave. He handed her a loose-fitting shirt and pants but nothing for her lower half.
“What about underwear?” she asked, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.
“You don’t need them anymore,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “From now on, you’ll only wear what I tell you to wear. And remember, you’re mine. My slave. My property.”
Sahiba nodded, the weight of her new reality sinking in. As Raj left, she ran her fingers over her smooth scalp, a bittersweet sensation. The session had been intense, fulfilling, and devastating all at once. But she had survived.
And so, she thought, scanning the room and taking in her reflection one last time, I shall wear my bald head with pride. I am Raj’s. Forever.

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