Secret Life of a Professional Pain Slut Lawyer
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 5
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Kinky BDSM story of a painslut lawyer who become a sex slave of her intern
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction High Fantasy Workplace BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Torture Indian Female Anal Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Body Modification Indian Erotica
Sangeeta yanks Manju upright by the septum ring and shoves her against the metal shelf. “High time that hole gets bigger,” she snaps. She snaps a thin cane across Manju’s bare ass, then her thighs, then her swinging 38DD tits until red welts rise on every inch of pale skin. Manju sobs and pleads, “Please, no one can see a 13 mm hole—it’ll show!” Sangeeta answers with twenty more lashes of the cane across her back and the undersides of her breasts, then drips hot wax straight onto her spread pussy lips. The wax hardens; Sangeeta rips it off in one vicious pull, taking hair and skin with it. She repeats the wax-and-rip cycle on Manju’s nipples, ass cheeks, and inner thighs while the cane keeps landing—shoulders, calves, even the soles of her feet. By the time the intern finishes, Manju’s body is striped crimson and streaked with dried wax. Tears stream down her face as she finally gasps, “Okay ... take me ... mistress stretch it.”
The next afternoon Sangeeta marches the still-bruised lawyer into a private piercing studio. The professional piercer examines the existing septum ring, nods, and begins the stretch. He threads progressively larger tapered plugs through the piercing while Sangeeta holds Manju’s head still by the current ring. Each new size makes Manju whimper; at 8 mm she starts shaking, at 10 mm fresh tears fall. When the piercer finally seats the 13 mm steel ring, the hole is visibly large, the heavy ring resting against her upper lip. Sangeeta clips the leash into the new ring, pulls them tight, and forces Manju to look in the mirror. “Big enough now, whore. Everyone who sees your face will know exactly what you are.”
Back at the apartment that night, Sangeeta ties Manju’s wrists behind her back and spends the evening testing the new size. She threads a leather cord through the 13 mm ring, tugs upward, and makes the older woman lick her pussy while the heavy ring pulls her septum taut. Every time Manju’s tongue falters, Sangeeta delivers a sharp cane stroke across already-welted breasts. The large ring glints under the lights, impossible to hide, exactly as Sangeeta wanted.
Manju kneels naked in the middle of the apartment, wrists cuffed behind her back. The 13 mm septum hole gapes visibly, the heavy brass padlock swinging from it and tugging her big nose downward with every breath. Sangeeta stands over her, fully dressed, and gives the padlock a sharp downward yank. The thick steel clicks against Manju’s upper lip.
“Open,” Sangeeta orders. Manju parts her red lips and sticks out her tongue. Sangeeta drops the padlock key into her mouth, then immediately slaps both of Manju’s heavy 38DD tits. The lawyer flinches but keeps the key on her tongue.
Sangeeta circles her. “You used to love that nose, didn’t you? People told you it was sexy. Well-shaped. Now look at it—stretched wide enough to shove a pen straight through.” She grabs a thick black marker from the table and pushes the capped end through the gaping septum hole until it sticks out the other side. Manju whimpers around the key as the marker bobs with every shaky breath.
Sangeeta yanks the marker out and replaces it with two fingers, fucking the hole slowly while she talks. “You’re a pain slut. You finally admitted it. But this is what you get for that admission.” She pulls her fingers free, wipes them on Manju’s cheek, then clips the nose hooks into the padlock itself. She pulls the hooks back hard, forcing Manju’s nostrils wide open and her head tilted up.
“On your back,” Sangeeta says. Manju lies down. Sangeeta steps over her face, lowers her bare pussy onto Manju’s mouth, and grinds while the padlock and hooks keep the lawyer’s nose stretched and exposed. Manju licks desperately, tongue working between Sangeeta’s folds while the heavy brass weight rests on her upper lip.