Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story "It's All about the Love of Long Hair". Please read it before starting this one. Please keep in mind that this is a very slow story and it involves my fantasies and has nothing to do with real life. Your comments are always appreciated and it helps me a lot.
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I was driven to a luxurious building by a chauffeur. It was very clear to me that the mystery person I was about to meet was an extremely rich person. The building had 15 floors and I was soon to find out that about top 3 floors were completely owned by him. In India, in a big city if you own 3 floors of a building, it definitely means you are at-least a multi-millionaire. Growing up in a poor family, money did fascinate me but I also had a prejudice about the person that he would be a bit arrogant.
As we reached the building, the chauffeur opened the gate for me and told me that Mr. Mittal would be waiting for me on the 15th floor. I thanked him and while doing that noticed his clothes, how well dressed he was for a chauffeur. I watched him depart and saw the name of the car for the first time. It was a Merc S class and I had little doubts about how rich this man was going to be. I went up to his floor after I was given a special key card by the receptionist of the building which would allow the lift to open up at his floor. Gate of the lift opened to a house with a small bell alarm.
There was a huge hall which had a small dining table, a small open kitchen with a fridge, a huge television on one side of the wall with a beautiful black leather sofa set, the other side of the wall was covered by about 5 large paintings, the opposite side of the lift had a glass wall. There was a pool table with the balls scattered on it. The hall had adjoining 4 rooms to it which were all closed at that moment. I didn't know what to do, so I wandered around the hall, saw the view from the glass wall which mesmerized me. One could see the sea shore which was probably a couple of 100 meters from the building. I had come here in a simple black t-shirt and black jeans and a few black wrist bands to look cool. My hair was tied in a tight high ponytail which I thought would be Mr. Mittal's preference.
While admiring the view, I didn't realize when Mr. Mittal came behind me. He held me from my waist which shocked me. I realized how big this man was as he was probably a few inches taller than me and weighed about 200 lbs, I on the other hand was about 150 lbs. As I tried to move my face towards him, he just kissed me and it was a very firm kiss. His lips held mine very tightly for a few seconds. As we stopped kissing, he said, "Are you loving the view, because I certainly am!". I couldn't say anything in return and just nodded. That was the first kiss of my life and I had no idea that it was going to be with a man. That kiss certainly gave a kick to my penis which sprang to life. I used my hand to wipe out the spit that Mr. Mittal had left on my lips. He sat down on the sofa and began speaking about something which I don't even remember, as if the kiss was such a normal thing for him, as if I was his boyfriend or his partner already. He saw how shocked I was and wasn't responding to anything that he was saying.
He got up, got his laptop from one of the rooms and placed it in front of the sofa set where he was sat. I sat next to him, but not really close. He opened the folder containing my pictures and some small videos. He had 1000s of them.
Most of the pictures were of my hair, or my ass, some full body pictures, some pictures of me doing squats and some pictures with my friend where I was staring at his crotch or kneeling before him. There were from the gym, while I was working in the office, while I was walking home or taking a bus home. I was amazed how I was being followed everywhere. The only place I wasn't stalked was my home. I just sat there shocked. Should I have been threatened by him or should I feel good that someone admired me so much?
Mr. Mittal, then said "This is everything I have on you. I know I was wrong to stalk you this way but I simply did what I did because I wanted to do it and because I could do it. The only thing I can promise you is if you leave here today or after this weekend, this chapter of you in my life will be over and I will delete all these pictures myself and won't bother you ever again. But if you decide to stay here and be a part of my life, I can assure you that you will be photographed in every angle possible, with much better clothes and hairstyles for the world to view, and without clothes for our own pleasure. You will do things that you had never done before but with your consent. You will enjoy in the ways you have never done before. You will buy things which you probably would have never thought you could buy and you will experience a life that average people just dream of. All you have to do is enjoy this weekend and follow a bit of rules."
With that he just left me to think about It all for a moment. He poured us a drink and came back. It was a lemonade and it was delicious. Lemonades were my favourite and it relaxed me a bit.
I decided on giving it a try because I couldn't see any downside of this. The only thing that was bothering me was my sexuality. I was shocked to have been kissed by a man but I was certainly not repulsed by it. My friend at the gym had been staring at my ass for long, which had made me comfortable enough in being viewed by men as a sexual object. But today, if I decided to be with a man, I would probably be allowing him to have sex with me and that I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with, but to hell with it.
