Bollywood Actress Hairy Armpits Bondage Story

Super_Harami

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Can anyone post a story where a Bollywood Actress with bushy armpits gets tied up and punished?

Indian people would obviously be able to do this the best but everyone is welcome to try.

Imagaine a hot indian actress tied up by sadistic
villian, screaming in pain as she has her sweaty,
bushy armpit hairs savagely ripped out as he(the
villain) is cackling with pleasure.

Now if u could write something like this it would be
awesome.

Just surprise me with which actress and actor, you can
find them on the net.

I have always lusted for this and if somebody could fullfill this fantasy or even wants to talk more about it, i would be thrilled.

By the way my email address is Super_Harami@yahoo.com

Thanks


Would greatly appreciate it.
 
Lovely. How about SRK dressed up in a sari


we can scream

nach rundi nach
nach rundi nach
nach rundi nach

Go rundi goooooooooo!
 
This is one of those things where the nature of the story, and the fetish, are so particular, it may be hard to find an author willing to craft the story exactly as you'd wish it.

For myself, there are elements in there that I adore: Bollywood actresses, definitely yes; bondage, another big yes; and even a woman willing to sport a bit of hair at her pits ranks a yes. But, the actual act of ripping out said hair and posing it as an erotic act is a bit hard for me to get behind -as a kind of wonderfully shameful foreplay, perhaps, but I'd be just as eager to have the villan strip her bare and pull and tug at her pubes in advance of more sexual kinds of molestation.

There's also a thing about non-consent stories not being about outright rape, which would mean that there would have to be some kind of relationship established between the actress and the villan. As a jilted lover, perhaps he exacts this kind of revenge, and in the course of being controlled and ravaged, she realizes that this is the kind of excitement she was missing in their relationship before (in other words, she comes around to this kind of BDSM play).
 
Please, if you could write this story for me.
Write it in any way you wish.
With the way you have said.
Just let it have the following:
Hot Bollywood Actress with jungle hairy armpits + said armpit hairs being painfully torn out.
Your suggestions are good.
Can you write it as such?
Please?
 
I hestitate to promise anything for sure, because I have a habit of starting projects and then not completing them, but if I can come up with enough pages over the weekend where the story seems to be going well, then I think I can do this, yes.

One of my favorite erotic novels is 'A Man With A Maid', and I think I could have some fun mutating the basics of that story by substituting East Indian characters and replacing the spanking with this hair pulling. Not being very familiar with Indian culture, that could be a bit tricky in terms of making the story feel authentic.

Again, I can promise to at least give the story a shot, and I will.
 
Thanks for your reply.
If you could, that would be awesome and of course dont forget, you can always ask me for help regarding the actor/actress.
I can provide with a list and pictures and then you can choose from there, depending on who you like.
Think of it as casting a movie.
Who do you think would look good with bushy armpits, and as a sub?
You can even make it a lesbian story with 2 actresses instead of one if you like that better.
But please do write something.
Thanks.
 
Yay Akito! You rock for giving it a shot. Maybe next spring I'll have time to give it a shot.
 
Akito,

Thanks for your reply.
I hope it is coming along ok.
If you need any help, please let me know.
 
Although I try not to display any of my work before it is complete, I've been persuaded (or at least prodded) into sharing a bit from my story still in progress. Although it is taken from roughly the middle of the story, I suspect this will be cutting to the chase with regards to the nature of the story request:

' As the rope grew taut, it was impossible to remain in the chair. Forced onto her feet, Subhash continued pulling on the rope until Celina’s hands were well above her head and nearly forcing the young woman to stand on her toes.

“It hurts,” Celina complained, angry and embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll live,” Subhash smiled, securing the end of the rope to prevent any further moment.

He shoved aside the chair so that he might take a better, unrestricted look at her entire body, back to front. She was, as always, a stunning natural beauty, even in this state of sweaty distress. Still, there was something amiss, and it wasn’t hard to identify.

“What is this all about,” Subhash asked, motioning towards her armpits, and the hair that was quite obviously now on display.

“I told you before I was taking a break,” Celina spat, not especially happy at having to explain herself to him in this way. “Since I had no plans to go in front of the camera any time soon, I decided to let myself go natural for a while –not that my personal habits are any of your business.”

“A proper lady doesn’t present herself in such a way,” Subhash said sternly, coming to stand behind her. “She should be properly perfumed and shaved in all areas, not just her legs.”

“Who are you to tell me the ways of a lady when you clearly have no idea how to treat one!”

“To the contrary, I know exactly how a lady should be treated.”

So saying, Subhash twined some of Celina’s offending armpit hair between his fingers. Pulling sharply, he tore the slick black strands directly from the roots. Celina shrieked in shock and pain, eyes wide and pulling feverishly at her ropes. Subhash smiled at her distress, and noted the small pin pricks of red that appeared on her sensitive skin.

“What do you say,” he laughed, “shall you be a good girl and promise to take care of yourself properly, or shall I pull it all out by hand myself?”

Taking more of the sweat-slicked hairs in hand, he tugged hard enough to tent the skin, a non-verbal warning of his intention.

“Please, stop! It hurts,” Celina begged, still reeling from this sudden turn of events. “I was going to shave it off soon anyway. It doesn’t matter that much to me –just stop!”

“And what of the rest of your hairs?”

“The rest?” Celina shook her head in confusion. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“I think you do, but perhaps you require a plainer clue.”

Removing his hand from her humid armpit, he shifted closer until her back was pressed to his chest, and promptly laid his palm against the shape of her pubis over her clothes.

Celina blushed hotly, from both the intimate contact of his hand and the implication of his words. '


Good or bad? In any event, the story is still being worked on slowly but surely.
 
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