Humiliation & Slavery of a High Profile Lawyer
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Story of a Female lawyer blackmailed into becoming a sex slave
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Group Sex Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Foot Fetish Public Sex Indian Erotica
The familiar sting of the gold clamps was a welcome pain. Manju knelt on the thin mattress in the dim room, her sari pooled around her waist, her blouse abandoned. Two heavy chains connected the clamps on her swollen, purple nipples, the weight dragging them down, the metal biting into her flesh with every tiny shift of her body. She was ready. Her cunt was already slick beneath her petticoat. She loved this ache, the promise of a brutal yank while her mouth was full.
The door opened. A shadow stepped in. Manju kept her eyes down, the protocol drilled into her by Rani. She heard the rustle of cheap trousers, smelled the sweat of a working man. A normal client. Not a professonal or a politician, just a man with a hunger.
“Please, sir,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Look at my breasts. Please pull the chains. Pinch my nipples. I beg you. I need the pain while I suck your cock.”
The man stood before her. She didn’t wait for permission. Her hands found his belt, unbuckling it with practiced speed. His cock sprang out, half-hard, thickening fast in her grip. It was a nice cock, thick and circumcised. She leaned forward and took the head in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the slit.
“Pull them!” she gasped, pulling her mouth off for a second. “Please, sir, pull my nipple chains!”
He grabbed the chains. A brutal, savage yank. The sharp lightning of pain shot directly from her nipples to her cunt. She screamed around his cock, her eyes watering, but her hips bucked forward instinctively. Yes. This was what she craved.
He yanked again as she took him deeper, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. He grunted, fucking her face with short, sharp thrusts while he held the chains taut. She loved it. She was nothing but a mouth and a pair of tortured tits for this stranger.
He held her head down on his cock, his hips jerking as he came. Hot, thick jets of cum shot straight down her throat. She swallowed greedily, her tongue milking his shaft. He kept pulling on the chains, the sting prolonging her pleasure.
When he finally released her, she sat back on her heels, panting. A string of her saliva and his cum connected her lips to his softening cock.
“You swallow so well, ma’am,” he said.
Her blood turned to ice.
She knew that voice.
Slowly, her eyes traveled up his cheap polyester shirt, his thin neck, his graying mustache. Shankar. The office peon. The man who brought her tea and filed her briefs.
“Shankar...” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
He smiled, a cold, predatory smile she had never seen on his face before. “I paid Rani a month’s salary to find out who the mystery cocksucker was. I never imagined it would be you, Manju ma’am. The high-profile lawyer. The iron lady of the courtroom.” His eyes dropped to her breasts, to the chains. “And such a filthy slut underneath.”
She scrambled to cover herself, suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness, her vulnerability. The power dynamic had completely shattered.
“Don’t,” he ordered, his voice hard. “Stay on your knees.”
She froze. The lawyer in her wanted to threaten him. The woman in her—the one who had just swallowed his cum—was paralyzed.
Shankar stepped closer. He didn’t look at her eyes. He looked at her nose. He reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face up towards the dim light.
“Your nose, Manju,” he breathed, his voice suddenly reverent. “Do you know how many times I’ve stood by your cabin door, pretending to fix the handle, just to watch you breathe? The way your nostrils flare when you dictate a letter. The way the light falls into them. They are the most beautiful nose holes I have ever seen.”
He brought his thumb up and gently pressed in the middle of her sexy nose giving Manju a piggy look, violation of his touch in her nose, a vulnerability deeper than having her cunt touched.
“I always wanted to look inside them,” he whispered. “I used to masturbate in the office toilet thinking about pulling your nose up and giving you this look.”
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