Forbidden Discoveries – Part 7

In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–6), Pallavi, Rohini and Tanvi share a string of intense, emotion-fueled threesomes, with constantly changing control. Tanvi has clearly asserted control over both of them. She has ensured that she can dictate when they both get to cum.

She has forced them to both push their boundaries of sexual exploration. Pallavi and Rohini struggle with fear, desire, and loyalty to Tanvi. For six sessions, Pallavi and Rohini conspired to take back power.

They once secretly planted a hidden camera on Tanvi when they were all at their most vulnerable. This allowed them to record the entire session, marking the launch of their ambitious take-back initiative.

We were adjacent to one another, glued to the screen. The camera view was clear. Tanvi had transformed her bedroom into a rumpus room. The curtains closed, ambient lights turned on, and red candles flickered near the bed.  She opened her bedroom door.

She walked into the room in a tight latex corset and leather boots with her hair in a high ponytail. The scene happened like a choreographed ballet—Tanvi dominant over him. He was compliant, the steady building heat between them. The camera she had hidden in the curtain rings caught it all, every whispered command, gasp, and shiver.

Her boyfriend stood awkwardly, shirtless, next to the bed, already half-hard.

“On your knees,” she ordered harshly, her voice crisp with authority.

He immediately went to his knees.

“Good boy, pet,” Tanvi smirked, running her fingertips under his chin. “Today you don’t cum until I am done. And you will beg me for every second. You understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Tanvi.”

“Strip.”

He paused and looked at her. Tanvi stepped closer and slapped his cheek, not hard, just firm. “When I say strip, it’s not a thought. It’s an obey.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered and backed away to strip.

Rohini leaned near and whispered, “Wow. She’s really got him trained.”

Tanvi paced slowly around him, almost like a predator. “Hands behind your back. No speaking unless I speak to you.”

And he was. She pulled out a steel ruler from under the bed.

“Oh my god, she had that ready,” I whispered.

Tanvi dragged the ruler slowly down his back. “Do you remember your safe word, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress. Peach.”

“Good. But let’s hope I don’t hear it.”

Tanvi pushed him gently down onto the bed while cuffing his wrists to the head of the bed. Her fingers were quick, practised. Cuffed and blindfolded.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered in his ear, before biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make him jump.

“Good. First off, lick me. I want you to taste me — all of me — until I tell you to stop. Don’t lose focus.”

Her eyes flashed with that fierce light. The same one I saw many times before, but tonight it was brighter. With the command of a queen, she ordered him, and he complied.

Gently, her fingers moved through his hair and pressed his face down as she scooted back on the bed. Slowly and deliberately, she pulled her legs apart. “I’m not in the mood for waiting. Show me how eager you are to please me.”

The room trembled with the soft sounds of his tongue tracing delicate paths on Tanvi’s body. I watched Tanvi’s expression as it morphed — her eyes half-open, lips parted, shivers danced down her spine. She craved the control, the power to make him beg silently through devotion.

“Faster,” she said suddenly, now with a sharper voice. “Don’t tease me. I want full attention.”

He complied right away, tongue fluttering and swirling, lips sucking soft where she led him. Tanvi’s hands roaming her body, breathing heavily as she sank deeper into the feel. “Good, that’s it,” she said, fingers tightening in his hair. “Make me feel it. Show me you’re worthy.”

Minutes passed, slow and rhythmic worship, punctuated only by Tanvi’s low, sultry moans and sounds of wet, hungry kisses. “Keep going,” she urged in breathy tones. “Don’t stop until I say.”

Her boyfriend obeyed without question. I could almost feel Tanvi’s power coming through the walls. The hold she had over him.

Then suddenly, Tanvi shifted, a wicked smile curling her lips. “Now, you’re going to hold your mouth on me. No breaks, no breathing. I want you desperate, struggling for air while I make you worship.”

He hesitated for just a second before realising he was completely breathless under her control. He sealed his lips tight over her pussy, releasing his breath while she pressed him on. Tanvi’s body stiffened, eyes shut while she took another wave of pleasure, every nerve alive with the sensation.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice laced with an unmistakable sense of satisfaction. “You’re mine.”

She continued down his body, positioning herself over his thighs. “Look how hard you are already. Pathetic. You haven’t even earned it yet.”

With exaggerated movements, she put on a pair of black gloves and began to play with him, using only her fingertips.

“Please…” he groaned.

She froze instantly.

“Already begging? You’re really weak,” she cooed, leaning in. “You’re only going to cum when I say. Not before. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted.

She reached for a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount on her gloved hands and rubbing them together slowly. Then, she suddenly took him into her mouth, just the tip, swirling her tongue as he moaned.

Rohini nudged me. “She’s really into the dom game now.”

Tanvi pulled back. “What do you say, pet?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what?”

“For… for your mouth…”

She slapped his inner thigh gently with the ruler. “Try again.”

“Thank you for using me… for your pleasure, Mistress.”

She smiled. “That’s better.”

She had crawled up his body, her latex corset squeaking as she moved. She let her bare breasts spill out, rubbing them against his chest while she whispered, “You’re not allowed to cum until I slide onto you. And when I do, you’ll hold it. Or else.”

Then she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a vibrating bullet.

“Mmm, you’ve been a naughty boy lately, haven’t you?”

He faltered.

“Answer me,” she barked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She turned on the vibrator and pressed it just beneath his tip. His hips involuntarily bucked.

Tanvi smirked. “That’s right, let it build. But you better not spill a drop…”

She teased him with it, dragging it across his shaft and around his balls, leaving him a moaning mess.

Rohini whispered, “He won’t last long.”

Tanvi teased him for possibly another two minutes before finally sliding down onto him, riding slowly and deeply. Tanvi was slowly Taking his dick into her already cummed pussy. Now she started to ride him, a few seconds at a slow pace, and then gradually increased her pace.

But as we thought, and expected, within three minutes, he jerked and came, collapsing into the bed with a groan.

Tanvi stopped and squinted at him.

“Are you serious?” she hissed. “Three minutes?”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he breathed.

She climbed off and wiped his mouth and body. “I just spent twenty minutes building you up. And you couldn’t even last through one song?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

She ripped off the blindfold and cuffs. “Get dressed. We’re done.”

He looked devastated. “Tanvi…”

“Next time,” she said, her voice cold, “you don’t get to touch me unless you prove you can serve me.”

She walked out of the room, leaving him lying there, dazed.

I turned to Rohini. “We have it all.”

Every word. Every order. Every fail.

Rohini smiled. “She has no idea how powerful this video is.”

We both knew—this was the turning point.

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