Tannu Singhal, a 24-year-old Bengali Call girl with a petite frame and dark almond eyes, worked as a dominatrix in a high-end BDSM parlor in Kolkata City. She had a reputation for being strict yet sensual, and her clients adored her. One evening, a tall, handsome Indian man named Ravi walked into the parlor, and Tannu felt an immediate connection to him.

“Good evening, sir,” Tannu said, her voice dripping with authority. “What brings you here tonight?”

Ravi hesitated before speaking. “I’m looking for someone to help me explore my fantasies,” he admitted.

Tannu raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly are those fantasies?” she asked.

Ravi hesitated again before finally admitting, “I want to be dominated. I want to feel powerless, yet completely at the mercy of someone else.”

Tannu smiled, intrigued. “I see,” she said. “And what makes you think I’m the right person to help you with that?”

Ravi looked into Tannu’s eyes, and she could see the desire burning within him. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I just have a feeling.”

Tannu studied Ravi for a moment before making her decision. “Follow me,” she said, leading him to a private room.

Once inside, Tannu turned to face Ravi. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded.

Ravi hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told. Tannu watched him undress, her eyes taking in every inch of his muscular body.

“Good,” she said, when Ravi was finally naked. “Now, get on your knees.”

Ravi obeyed, his eyes fixed on the floor. Tannu walked around him, inspecting him like a piece of meat.

“You have a beautiful body,” she said, running her hand over his shoulders. “But it’s not just your body that I want. I want your mind, your submission. Do you understand?”

Ravi nodded, his eyes still fixed on the floor.

“Good,” Tannu said, a smile playing on her lips. “Now, let’s begin.”

Tannu spent the next hour teasing and tormenting Ravi, pushing him to his limits and beyond. She used every tool at her disposal, from whips and chains to ropes and clamps. And through it all, Ravi remained silent, his eyes fixed on the floor as he submitted to Tannu’s every command.

Finally, Tannu decided that it was time to take things to the next level. She ordered Ravi to lie down on the bed, and then climbed on top of him.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Ravi nodded, his eyes filled with desire.

“Beg for it,” Tannu commanded.

“Please,” Ravi whispered. “Please fuck me.”

Tannu smiled, and then leaned down to kiss him. It was a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as they explored each other’s mouths. Tannu could feel Ravi’s cock, hard and throbbing against her thigh, and she ground her hips against him, teasing him.

“You want this?” she asked, breaking the kiss.

Ravi nodded, his eyes pleading.

“Beg for it,” Tannu commanded again.

“Please,” Ravi whispered. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need to feel you inside me.”

Tannu smiled, and then positioned herself above Ravi’s cock. She lowered herself down onto him, feeling him fill her completely.

“Yes,” she moaned, as Ravi’s cock filled her to the hilt. “Yes, like that.”

Tannu began to ride Ravi, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She could feel him thrusting up into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke.

“Yes,” she moaned again, as Ravi’s thrusts grew more urgent. “Yes, just like that. Oh, fuck, yes.”

Tannu could feel herself getting closer to orgasm, her body tensing as Ravi’s cock filled her over and over again.

“Yes,” she moaned, as she finally came, her pussy clenching around Ravi’s cock.

Ravi