Garima Madam – the Prequel
From a simple, small town girl to … “Garima Madam JI”…!
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In this prequel(set before “Garima Madam’s bitch”) we delve into Garima’s past — and how she became what she did TODAY.
The student goes one up on her Master (Mistress as it were!) and as we study how Garima Madam was was moulded by circumstances into what she is TODAY – it might be well to remember to apply those same “standards” to women you meet in real life as well.
All too often we’re ready to scorn – deride – and JUDGE (and this holds true for men too) – without really knowing the person’s background – or WHAT caused them to become the way they are TODAY.
As they say – unless you’ve walked a MILE in a man’s (or woman’s) shoes – you don’t really know what is going on with him/her!
And back to the BOOK itself – as the cocksure and often drunken General Manager of the factory she meets finds out – heaven hath NO fury like a woman scorned.
Cuckolding, Ball torture, FEMDOM (well and truly!) – a dash of FINDOM (of course!) – and interracial humiliation as usual – and much more. Grab this NOW!
Book Excerpt
But Garima also learnt that while men are there to be used, they can also provide a LOT of pleasure if handled the right way.
Take the case of a male dancer she met in a club, shortly after she started to drink (a habit that Pooja said she must indulge in at least sometimes to loosen the ice around men).
Of course, Pooja wasn’t to know that Garima would grow to love the taste of beer, but that is another story!
The guy had been eyeing her as she watched him, and she was trying to judge what she could get out of him, when he made the first move.
And soon, they were in bed at his place, the sex wonderful, way better than that first time with Amit. His cock wasn’t that large, but he knew how to use it, and oh, those lips of his, she remembered!
Of course, it was a purely sexual relationship, both parties only it for the sex, but it still felt good, and she reciprocated in kind, sucking him off, learning how to give a good blowjob – but only if she wanted to.
She wasn’t interested in a relationship, a part of her having died within after Amit so cruelly dumped her, being replaced by a cold, unfeeling sadism that grew by leaps and bounds with each male conquest.
She also learnt that controlling a man’s sexual urges effectively made the man submissive to her in a way, and he used this knowledge to great effect, expertly raping the wallets of the men she met.
This was no longer the Garima who struggled to get from one place to the other in a city bus, braving the daily ordeal of having strangers grope her.
This was no longer the same Garima whose fingers were un-manicured, dry and cracked.
Gone was the girl who wondered how on earth Pooja was getting so much out of her “relationship” with Harsh.
No – this was a different girl altogether, savvy, sexy, perfectly groomed and ready to work her wiles on an unsuspecting male at the drop of her hat.
But though it paid off in spades financially, Garima was getting tired of the numerous men she had to get through in order to achieve her goals.
And she was revolted by an essential part of her “job”, which was to ensnare the man completely by whatever means necessary, so to as to later control and financially rape him (or use him temporarily before discarding him, as the case might be).
With some men it was getting them drunk. With some, it was a case of giving them blue balls.
And with yet others, it was a case of appealing to their egos, being a “trophy” girl for them, and so forth.
And she was tiring of the game.
How I wish I could find that one “big fish”, she thought. Milk him dry for all he’s worth, and I’m through playing this game for a few years, at least.
Or if not, I can be far choosier about the men I meet, she thought. A healthy bank balance allows me to make my own choices, rather than have the lure of money dictate my choice.
Perhaps find a man who actually likes being dominated, thus eliminating the nasty parts of my “job”. And yes, there were actually men out there who liked being controlled, much to her surprise.
Like the young Turkish expat who literally paid her money to slap him around, demean him, massage his feet, take her out to dates, etc.!
But this was the first time she had met a man with real money, she thought. Most thus far had provided her with “spending” money, but this is the first man with real money.
A General Manager, she thought, staring at him, the power she seemed to already have over him pleasing her, emboldening her even further.
“I’m so glad we met”, he was saying, blabbering on and on about how lonely he was, how beautiful she was, yadda, nada, schnada.
Garima yawned.
A couple of months back, all this would have affected me, she thought.
I’d have felt sorry at how lonely he was, let him use me, and then he’d walk away, never to be seen again.
But now, it’s the other way around.
And I like this way better, she thought, slipping off her high heels under the table.
“I’m glad we did too, Prakash. More alcohol?” she crooned, the voice invitingly sexy.
The more he’ll drink, the more he’ll lust after me, she thought.
Stupid bastard, she thought. She had seen the glances he was casting at her legs when she walked in, and she could tell he was trying not to look at her breasts as they spoke.
They ordered another round of drinks, Prakash on his fourth double whisky, Garima on her second Kingfisher.
But the difference was that while Prakash was downing the drinks as if there was no tomorrow, Garima, unknown to him was simply sipping on the second beer.
She enjoyed the taste of beer, but she was always careful to stay within her limits, knowing that the alcohol was just a stepping stone to her actual goal.
She chatted to him as they sat there, the morning turning into early afternoon, making sure that he saw her thighs at regular intervals as she leaned back, and brushed her skirt back at regular intervals.
Men are so easy to control, she thought.
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