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Hi,I'm Apsara from Bangalore. I'm NOT looking for a master.Hope to speak with like minded
sweetdreamzz1986
Female Submissive, 31,  Bangalore, India

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Hi,
I'm Apsara from Bangalore. I'm NOT looking for a master.

Hope to speak with like minded ppl - subs & doms - & learn. Though I'm comfy speaking with like minded people who are 'culturally' closer (read Indian). Im married and mother of 2 handsome boys. Im a kinster who loves exhibitionism, breast bondage and roleplays.

Luv & kisses
Apsara

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4/2/2017 5:21:18 AM
One question, one chance, one honest answer. You can ask me one question to my inbox only. Any question,anything, no matter how crazy, dirty or wrong it is. No catch. But I dare you to post this on your status and see what people ask you! _________

1/1/2017 3:41:09 AM
27th Dec 2016. **************** Background: I was back in Bombay after 2 years; a 3 week long vacation meeting friends and relatives; enjoying moms cooking .. Plan was meeting old girl gang and evening of catching up on life, drinking and dinner. Had a gr8 evening with my besties. Visited Ghetto after ages. Followed by long walk and sunset at chowpatty. Then the thali at revival. It was hard saying goodbye to old friends. I decided to spend sometime listening to the waves. Sitting on the parapet at marine drive I logged in to CS on my phone..... and my fav friend and mentor for 10 yrs loggs in after ages. Well he has this rule about his girl being pantyless when chatting with him. Well I can't break this decade old tradition .... can I ?? Before we proceed ... my attire for the day. I was dressed in a long black evening gown with spaghetti straps, long earnings, black lipstick, kajol, black nail paints, 3 inch black heels, black tong and strapless bra. And Ofcourse my extra large hand bag. He starts with a hi, and asks me the mandatory question - drop the panty and report. I report my situation and start walking back the restaurant across the road. Spend 10 anxious mins waiting in Q. Get into the ladies room and check to see instructions on inbox. I wrap my soaked thong in wads of tissue and dump it into my bag. Walking back to the seafacing parapet, my thighs rubbing themselves as I walk, feeling the moist juices tickling down, my heart racing in anticipation of the next hour. I choose a safe place- a young couple making out to my left and a boisterous group of boys to my right. I sit down on the parapet facing the sea, my legs stretched straight- slowly opening up a few inches every min. The cool sea breeze trying to dry my juices, instead giving me the rush and making me more horny. The kissing couple next to me are in there own world- eating each other's tongue. The guy tries to feel her boobs but gets his hands pulled off. I almost laugh at his peril. She looks at me, I wick and nod smilingly. The boys ignore the couple are facing the sea and discussing virats captaincy. I recollect the next instructions- take one breast out of the bra but still inside the gown and feel it from over the dress fabric. Next touch myself between my legs over my dress. I look around, atleast 20 ppl in a 10 ft radius around me. No way I could play that dare without modifications. out comes my pashima from my handbag. I request for modification gets an instant approval with the caveat I would not stop until I orgasm or have a uncontrollable urge to pee. I agree. I cover myself with one hand inside the shawl and another holding the shawl and the handbag as weight to keep the gown from flying up. I look around ... conscious of the surroundings. Ppl around me are busy in thier own world. I slowly free my right boobs from the bra, caressing it, pinching my nipples. I move forward and back rubbing myself against the hard concrete wall. I find a sweet spot, a small upheaval on the parapet wall. Slowly riding it, and playing with my breast. The public place slows me down but the cool breeze and the humiliation of masturbation in public keeps me wet. I'm enjoying the moment, eyes closed, I probably moaned a bit loud. My sixth sense tells me something is wrong. I open my eyes to see the 5 guys enjoying my show. I blush and turn to my left , the couple have stopped kissing and are staring at me. The guy still looking at me tries his luck moving his hands to feel her breasts. She does not stop him this time. I can feel a silent thank you in his eyes as they resume thier kissathon. Hmmmm .. I miss my teenage life. I slowly turn back to my right, hoping the guys have vanished into thin air. Nope, all 5 present and staring at me. Lust in thier eyes but maintaning a distance (of 2 ft). I look down at the sea hoping they move away. I dare not leave the parapet without meeting the exit criteria. Statusco is maintained for 10 mins. I can feel them pleading in thier eyes for me to continue the show. I dnt. Then one of them climbs down on the rocks and comes in front of me. I slowly bring my legs together. He smiles and then goes a little away from me, unzips to show me his erect cock and starts to pee. I smile at him. He starts to rub his shaft, pulling his foreskin back and forth. I cover myself tightly and look at him with interest. His eyes plead for me to continue the show. I look at the other 4 still staring at me and smile at them. I slowly spread my legs careful that view is not more than my thighs. The other 4 jump in giving me peek into thier glistening dicks. Wonderful to see 5 boys masturbating together in front of you. The couple look dumbfounded. This time the girl is looking at the Dicks, the guys pulls her away and they walk off. This is my definition of sexism - he can look at a stranger girl masturbating but she should not have a peek at guys. I resume gyrating on the wall and pinching my boobs. The guys cum one after the other. Done , sateted they stare at me. I'm wet but the pace is too slow for orgasm. A good 20 mins of humiliation later, the sense of urgency in pee gives me the exit window. I slowly get down from the parapet, giving the guys decent view of my thighs and cleavage but carefull enough to not flash. Running back to the restaurant. A strange sight ... the security is in two minds on should he let me in. The customary salute is missing nor the curtousy to open the door. I rush to the girls room, thankful of the zero q this time round. I slam the door close, drop my gown n bra and sit down to pee. I check inbox and update my status. I get the expected message to leave the washroom after cumming. My fingers are thankfull for the request and start working on my clit. I suckle my boobs and bite my nipples; it does not take much time for me to orgasm loudly. Knocks on the door. I ignore, clean myself and wear the gown. I walk out to have the guard and manager waiting outside. The manager recognises me from the evening guests, smiles but shakes his head. I walk out of the restaurant as fast as my legs would carry me. I hail a yellow n black cab outside the restaurant and wave the boys bye ... they were waiting outside the restaurant. Thank you masterdominant1 for the sexilacious end to 2016.

12/22/2016 2:29:01 AM
Happy to visit my fav city .. ... Bombay in for 3 weeks :)

12/10/2016 4:28:28 AM
Got two requests for dress code to work this week. Tried both. 1) Go commando in ethnic wear. I bounce too much for that so negotiated to a sexy and decent (sexcent??) Attire. Drapped a red cotton Saree under red petticoat. Topped it with red blouse under a black underwire cupless bra and red pasties. Matched with red hair clips, and matching ruby pendant n ear rings. Sexy, decent n wet........ 2) Request to write humiliating words on my body under my dress. Had my teats painted red with nail paint. Used my favorite red lipstick to write "kutiya" close to my heart and "bitch" on my right boobs. Wrote "randi" and "whore" on my inner thighs. Wore lace black thong and matching half cup bra. Green Salwar Kameez. Plain hair clips, gold jumka and mangalsutra. Hot n wet bharathiya Nari. Fingering myself in hottub; wondering what to wear for work tomorrow !!!

10/28/2016 7:31:43 AM
Blast from past 2006 Mumbai Challenge from my boy friend - dress as a prostitute and walk around in a shady area for 20 mins The wet nympho in me said yes. First step shopping. we walk around fashion street and pick up a red shiny low neck backless choli (blouse), a long red skirt with glass pieces messed in. I match it up with long silver earloops, dark kajol, overdo the red lipstick and thrown in a long transparent red dupatta to complete the randi in saree look. We drive down to marine lines stn after sunset. Im to get down from the car and walk around for 20 mins soliciting work before he picks me up Im trembling with fear excitement nervousness. Surprised at my decision to step out of the car into the semi lit streets milling with ppl. I walk out and look at my boyfriend who whistles and drives away. My pickup point is a good 20 min walk. I walk slowly looking down at my legs feeling hundreds of eyes feasting me. Its funny how when you are in a crowded place strangers would accidentally brush past you. Here im dressed as a whore and people stare but keep a distance I walk for 100 meters and then gain the courage to look up at the staring eyes, most look away on meeting my gaze. I walk now with more confidence. Few wolf calls and whistles I notice my boy friends car- he actually parked half way than the challenge of 1 km. A 50ish aged sheth nods towards me. im in two minds whether to walk towards him or walk away. I walk few steps away and stop at a dark area by the wall. The seth walks towards me - rate kitna hai tera (what is your rate) I open my mouth but no sound comes out, and im blushing a darker shade of my lipstick. He asks me if im new here. I just walk away infact run towards the car. 3 college guys are standing near the car and they whistle and nod towards me. having my boy friend near me emboldens me to get into the car and ask kya chahiye raja. They ask for my rate, I kick my boyfriend to start the car. he laughes at my humiliation and says doo hazar ek ganthe ka. Theeno ka sath mein char hazar discount mein. Room ka bada alag (2000 for an hr with one person but discounted price for the 3 of you is 4000 plus room rent). they ask for 1500 for all 3 of them. my boy friend pulls my pallu down and sqeezing my breast says rapchik maal hai leelo(dnt miss the hot chick) Im embarrassed and dripping wet. I pull up the dupatta and instead of covering my cleavage displaying chest I covered my head and face with only my eyes visible above my neck. My bp would have shot up to 180 when one of the guys pulls up 2 hundred rupee notes and says if I can drop my choli and let them feel me up. I kick my boy friend to start the car. he gives me a evil grin and shows me the timer - another 5 mins pending. He tries to bargain for 1000. After couple of mins of bargaining in chaste mumbaiya hindi he agrees for 300 for dropping my choli but no one touches. he looks towards me with his devilish grin. He too is surprised when I drop my choli. The bastard switches on the dashboard lights. I slap him hard and shout to start the car. the guys are whistling as I kneel down out of view when my boy friend finally starts the car. im lying topless on the front seat with by head covered by my dupatta. My choli is in my boy friends hand and the lights are still on. He agrees to switch off the lights if I drop my skirt for a minute else drive by chowpatty with the lights on. I plead with him to switch of the lights and give me my normal street clothes. I offer to change in the car in a dilapidated street. He switches of the lights and drives towards the inner lanes of kemps corner and manages a isolated parking. The evil grin is wider as I slowly sit up, look around the dark empty street. WIth the dupatta still around my head I drop my skirt. I can see his grin disappear when he noticed the big dark stain on my pink panties. He asks me in a gruff voice --kya rate hai tera randi


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