Madam Tara was a young Indian actress. She had a way with the slaves. She doesn't keep them, she just picks them from anywhere, uses them and disposes them off. Something like that happened when she was about to go live on a TV show.
She was backstage, waiting to go on air. I found an opportunity to reach her, when her security was low. I picked up an I card that was lying on the deck and went to her waiting room.
She was sitting on a sofa, one leg over the other. She looked royal in her pink satin dress. Her silky hair flowing down from her shoulders. Her skin was glowing as if she was a deity.
It took me a few minutes to gather the courage to speak to her. "Ma'am I am a big fan," I said. She didn't pay attention and kept to her phone. I was standing in front of her with my hands joined submissively. "I didn't mean to disturb you ma'am, but I just wanted to let you know that you mean so much to me, I just worship you," I said.
Now she looked at me. "Then be good at it," she said. I was confused. What did she mean? "I don't understand ma'am," I said. She smirked and pointed her finger at me and signaled me to kneel down. I was nervous, I wasn't sure what was going on, but I couldn't say no to her and bent down on my knees.
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Indian Actress- Madam Tara
RomanceShe was an Indian superstar and he was her die hard fan (who considered her a goddess). He only hoped to see her, but what happened was beyond his imagination. This is a story of a dominating and powerful girl and a submissive boy who dreamed of ser...
