“Mom, I’ll see you later. Pali and Akanksha are accompanying me to the mall “As she approached the back door, Meera yelled. “Som, hello. I didn’t notice you enter. Do you have any plans for the day?” As she entered the kitchen, Meera inquired.
“Nah. I just came in for a quick bite to eat. This afternoon, I’m going to go shoot some hoops at the Basketball court “Som grinned in response.
“Alright. I’ll catch up with you later. Enjoy your time.” As she rushed out the door, Meera waved goodbye.The first week of summer vacation had begun. Meera and Som had just completed their senior year in high school and were looking forward to a relaxed summer before starting college. They had known each other their entire lives and had been great friends until the previous several years. They were still close, but their hobbies, intrest and friendships had taken them in different directions over time, and they had began to drift apart. It hadn’t always been this way.
Meera Jadeja lives with her mother as an only child. She had never met her father because he died when she was only a year old. Pursom Malhotra, also called by his pet name of som from friends and family. His family had recently moved in next door about the same time. Som and Meera became fast friends because they were only a year apart in age. They did everything together, even attending the same school. Som’s parents, on the other hand, ran into financial difficulties when he was ten years old, and were forced to sell the house and relocate to another section of town. Som and Meera’s friendship remained strong, but as they approached adolescence, things began to shift. Meera blossomed into a stunning woman throughout that time.
Despite the fact that she was only 5’3″ tall and weighed 53 Kg, she was proportionately well developed. Her auburn(reddish-brown) hair was wavy to shoulder length and she had dark almond-colored eyes. Her high cheekbones and charming small nose, topped with a few freckles, gave her the innocent look of a ‘girl next door.’ Her dimensions, aside from her height, were those of a model. She had wonderfully shaped breasts that fit neatly into a ‘B’ cup bra, a narrow firm waist, and a flawlessly rounded ass, all supported by a pair of slender shapely legs. Overall, she was a stunning package.
Som also developed, although not almost as pronounced as Meera. He stood 5’11” and weighed 80 kg. His hair was short and black, his eyes were brown, and his facial features were average. His physique was toned but not bulky. He was ordinary, at best and was not particularly gifted in any particular area.
Som’s feelings for Meera began to change as they approached puberty. He became enamoured with the beautiful woman she was growing into and developed strong feelings for her. He was too shy to tell her how he felt, so he stood on the sidelines and watched her as they drifted apart.His feelings for her became an obsession, as the years passed and the distance continued to grow. They were still good friends and saw each other practically every day, but it became more and more difficult for Som, as he watched her date other boys. Meera’s mom was like a second mom for Som, and she welcomed him in their home anytime. He would often just walk in, sit down at the kitchen table, and her mom would make him some something to eat. He was like another member of the family. Mrs.Sugandha Jadega didn’t mind, since she knew Som’s parents were still having financial and marital difficulties. So Som would look for every opportunity to get out of the house, and away from that situation.
Som’s obsession with Meera took a dark turn, as he began to conspire for ways to get information on her, and, hopefully, get her to notice and start taking an interest in him. He devised a plan which, he hoped, would give him some form of leverage to use against her. Two days ago, while hanging out at the Jadeja residence, watching some TV, he put this plan into action. He slipped onto their computer, while Meera was out with some friends, and Mrs. Sugandha was in the kitchen cooking supper. Som quickly installed the invisible ‘key logger’ program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.
The first night was rather unremarkable, and mostly involved Meera talking with her girlfriends, on Fb Messenger, about their plans for the upcoming weekend, but the next night something happened, which was so unexpected and unbelievable, that it set in motion an event which went way beyond anything Som had ever imagined possible. After eating supper at the Jadeja’s again, Som indicated that he was not feeling well and was going to go home and head to bed early. He of course ran home and quickly logged onto his computer expecting Meera to get on again and begin talking with her friends. However, unbeknownst to him, Meera had got a last minute call from one of her girlfriends asking if she wanted to come over for the night to watch a couple of movies with the girls.
After about a half hour had passed, Som’s account began to receive e-mails from the key logger program. As he began to read through the first e-mail, Som was beside himself with excitement. The e-mail showed that Meera was Googling pornographic websites – specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Som hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled “My Pet Teacher” and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Som. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him.
As the e-mails continued to come in Som saw that Meera had moved on to another story called “The Making of an Office Slut” which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Som couldn’t help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Meera doing the same thing as she read through the story.
After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Som saw that Meera had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once.
Som was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Som grabbed the phone and dialed Meera’s number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment.
“Hello.”
“Oh hi, Aunty. Can I talk with Meera please?” Som asked Mrs. Sugandha.
“No, I’m sorry. Som, but soon after you left, Meera got a call from Akanksha asking if she wanted to come over and watch some movies. She left soon after you did,” Mrs. Sugandha replied.
After a moment’s pause, Som asked, “So, you’re the only one home right now?”
“Yes, that’s right. It’s just been me this evening. Was there something I can help you with Som?” Mrs. Sugandha asked politely.
“Umm…..no that’s fine aunty. I’ll talk to Meera tomorrow,” Som quickly replied.
“Alright then, good night, Som.”
“Goodnight, Sugandha aunty.” Som slowly hung up the phone and continued to stare at the receiver for several minutes. This was a curve ball he certainly hadn’t expected.
For the first time, Som began to think about Mrs. Sugandha in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Meera. She had gotten pregnant with Meera just after her 18th birthday, so that meant she was only 36 years old right now. ‘Not really that old at all,’ he thought to himself. Strange he had never noticed before. She was a couple of inches taller than Meera, but from what he could see through the slightly baggy clothing she always wore, her figure was very similar to Meera’s. She had slightly longer, straighter and darker colored hair than Meera, but had the exact same eyes and facial features.
Reading through the stories again, a plan began to take shape in Som’s mind. If he couldn’t have Meera, maybe he could have her mother instead.
The next morning, Som got up early and headed over to the Meera’s house. He let himself in, as he always did, and sat at the kitchen table reading the paper. He had a hard time focusing on the words on the page and found his mind constantly wandering back to the plan he had formulated last night. When Meera walked into the kitchen, hollering to her mother that she was heading out to the mall with her friends, Som hardly noticed her, he was so deep in thought.
When she asked him a question, he found he had to struggle to focus on her and come up with an answer. He managed to blurt out something about going to shoot hoops, and was actually glad when she left it at that and ran out the door with a quick wave. Now he was home alone with her mom and could start to put his plan into action.
He continued to sit at the table and pretend to read the paper until he heard Mrs. Sugandha enter.
“Oh, hi, Som.”
“Hi, Aunty. Did you have a good night last night?” Som asked very pointedly, staring intently at her. She was wearing another one of her bland, baggy sweaters and a pair of unflattering pants. Som realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.
Looking at Som with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, “Umm….yes I did, thank you.”
After a pause, “would you like some breakfast, Som?”
“Yes, that would be fine, Aunty,” Som replied, still looking intently at her.
As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Som gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.
Hearing the accident, Mrs. Sugandha spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop.
“No, Aunty., don’t use that. Use this,” Som quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.
Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Sugandha changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Som’s outstretched hands. If she hadn’t had such a sleepless night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Som didn’t clean up the mess himself.
She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Som spoke up again. “No, Aunty. You should get down on your hands and knees to clean it up. It’s the only way to make sure you do a good job,” he said with a touch of authority in his voice.
Responding as if she was in a fog, Mrs. Sugandha slowly dropped to her knees at Som’s feet and began to, hesitantly, clean up the mess. Som felt energized, having Meera’s mom kneeling at his feet cleaning up after him. He knew he had to proceed carefully from here or else he would risk blowing it all.
As she continued to work, Som began in a conversational tone of voice, “you know Aunty, I was reading somewhere that a proper and decent woman wears a blouse and a skirt. You are a proper and decent woman aren’t you,?” Som asked, again staring at her intently.
Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Sugandha began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were jumbled and she had a difficult time formulating a response. When she realized he expected her to answer, she finally managed to mumble, “Yes…….I guess so.”
Sensing her confusion and weakness, Som pressed the attack. “Well, if you are indeed a ‘proper and decent woman’, then shouldn’t you also dress in that fashion?” he asked.
Head still bowed and turning a deeper red, Mrs. Sugandha stuttered, “well….I…..it’s just……I…….I guess so.”
“Well alright then. It’s settled. Next time I see you, you should be dressed that way,” Som replied amicably, sensing a win. “I think you got it all cleaned up now Aunty. You can get up now.”
Flushed deep red, Mrs. Sugandha rose on unsteady legs and walked back over to the stove, to continue cooking breakfast. For the rest of the meal, Som acted as if nothing had happened and talked about various topics like school, sports, and local events.
Once he had finished eating, he informed Mrs. Sugandha, “I’m going to head out to the school to shoot some hoops, but would like to drop by for supper, if that’s alright with you?”
Having regained some of her composure, and feeling more at ease with the rest of the conversation she had with Som, she readily replied, “certainly Som. You know you are always welcome here.”
“Thanks, Aunty I gotta go now.” Som waved goodbye as he headed for the back door. As he stepped outside he took a deep breath to steady himself and prayed that the suggestion he had planted in her would take root and come to fruition later on.
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It was late in the afternoon and nearing suppertime, when Som finally decided to head back for supper. He had sort of wandered aimlessly for most of the day, trying to waste as much time as he could, shooting hoops, hanging out at the mall, and heading down to the skate park, prior to heading back to the Sugandha’s.
As he walked up the back steps, Som’s stomach was roiling with anxiety and fear, since he did not know what he was going to find when he walked into the house. The first thing he noticed was the smell of supper cooking in the oven. That was certainly a good sign. As he entered the kitchen he saw Mrs. Sugandha standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse!!!
Som was ecstatic. His suggestion to Mrs. Sugandha, this morning, had sunk in and she had complied. He could now see her figure much more clearly. It looked even better than he had imagined. Like Meera, she had nice thin shapely legs and a beautifully curved ass. Her breasts were slightly larger than Meera’s, but looked just as firm. Som could feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants as he imagined Mrs. Sugandha standing naked in front of him.
Since her back was to the door, Mrs. Sugandha had not heard Som enter. After looking her up and down several more times, Som cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, “hello Aunty.”
Turning her head, Mrs. Sugandha smiled and replied, “Oh, hi Som. You’re just in time. Supper will be ready in 15 minutes. Meera is just upstairs getting changed, if you want to have a seat for a few minutes.”
As Som sat at the table, he could see that it had already been set, and, fortunately, the milk was already on the table. Taking a deep breath, Som filled his glass up and then casually knocked it over, once again spilling its contents onto the floor at his feet. “Oh my, I’m sorry Aunty, I did it again,” he said with a wistful smile.
“Oh, that’s alright Som.” She began to head toward the closet again, but then suddenly remembered the events of the morning, and abruptly turned around, grabbed the dishcloth from the handle of the stove, and walked over to the table. Slowly sinking to her knees, Mrs. Sugandha began to clean up the mess in the manner which she had been instructed this morning.
With a smile, Som pulled out his digital camera and quickly, without her noticing, snapped off a shot of her kneeling at his feet cleaning up the mess. From his vantage point, he could see a hint of flesh through the opening of her shirt. He could see Mrs. Sugandha was uncomfortable and was having a difficult time meeting his gaze.
“You know, Aunty, a decent and proper woman would not have so many buttons on her shirt done up. I think it best if you undo the top one,” suggested Som.
“Well……I…….don’t think that’s……..” she stammered.
Cutting her off before she get any further in her protestations, Som demanded “now Aunty. You do want to be a good role model for your daughter, don’t you? You want to set a good example, right?”
“Well…….yes…….I suppose,” she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of sleep, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her.
“Well, then quit arguing about it. If you delay any longer, then Meera will be here and it will have to be 2 buttons undone,” Som replied authoritatively. He could sense her will breaking as she looked down at her shirt, and then, with shaking hands and red face, began to fumble with the top button of her blouse. Since she was distracted looking down at her button, Som quickly snapped off another picture with his camera.
Once it was undone, Som could see the cleft between the mounds of her breasts and the white lacy bra she was wearing much more clearly.
‘There you go, Aunty. I think you got it all cleaned up. Thanks,” he said quickly stashing the camera back into his front shirt pocket.
Again, with shaking legs, Mrs. Sugandha rose and went back to the stove to continue cooking the supper. Som was very pleased with himself, since things were going exactly as he had planned. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. In his mind, he had imagined everything going wrong, at every step, and never being able to reach the prize, at the end of the tunnel, but, now, it was almost within reach.
Almost as if on cue, Meera walked into the kitchen moments later, bringing with her a magical scent of perfume and flowers. With a big smile she said “Hi Som. Good to see you again. How was your day?”
“Oh, it’s been pretty good. It’s nice just to relax and not worry about study, grades and stuff. How was yours?” he asked.
“Awesome. The mall was packed and there was a truckload of sales going on,” she replied enthusiastically.
“Meera, Food will be ready in 10 minutes,” Mrs. Sugandha interjected.
“Oh, I’m sorry mom. I’m heading to the early show with Akanksha and Pali. I gotta run. I hope you don’t mind?” Meera asked.
“Uh…..no I suppose that’s OK. Make sure you grab something to eat there then. Don’t just fill up on popcorn, alright?” Sugandha admonished.
“OK, mom,” she replied sheepishly.
“See ya, Som,” she hollered as she ran out the door.
“Well, I guess it’s just going to be you and me for supper, Som,” Sugandha announced.
“I guess so.” Putting a serious look on his face, Som pressed on with the plan. “You know, Aunty, you really didn’t set a good example for your daughter this evening. You knew the right thing to do, yet you procrastinated and stalled in doing it. Was this how you want your daughter to act, Aunty?” Som demanded.
“Well……..no. Of course not, Som.” she replied.
“Then, you do realize that there are going to be consequences for your inappropriate behavior?”
“But…..I…….it’s just…….” she stammered.
“Now stop, Sugandha,” Som hollered, slamming his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. “I think you’ve dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don’t want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your daughter think if she could see you now, arguing like this,” he said disdainfully.
For the first time in her life, som addressed Sugandha directly by name. It’s always been aunty. Sugandha is unsure how to respond to this, but she has accepted it deep in heart.
And for som, it was another easy triumph.
Completely awash in confusion, Sugandha bowed her head in defeat and muttered, “I’m sorry.”
“As you should be Sugandha., now as a consequence of your actions you are going to march into that bathroom,” pointing to the one just off the kitchen, “and remove your bra and panties. You will then march back out here and hand them to me. Is that clear?” Som demanded, raising his voice again for emphasis and to hopefully keep her off balance.
“But…..I……didn’t mean to,” she pleaded. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of confusion. She didn’t know what was happening anymore, or what to think, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and started responding without her even realizing it.
The next thing she knew, she was in the bathroom and had already removed her bra and was in the process of pulling down her panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a whiff of something and realized, with a shock, that it was the smell of her arousal. Looking at her panties, she could see the crotch was damp with her secretions.
“What’s happening to me?” she asked herself. She couldn’t come to grips with the feelings coursing through her and stimulating her private areas. Not only was her vagina dripping wet, but her nipples were rock hard, as they pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. With a face as red as a beet, Sugandha opened the door to the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Som. Without making eye contact, she dropped her bra and panties into his outstretched hand.
Som casually placed the bundle of undergarments on the table beside his plate, where they both could see them. He hoped it would help to keep Sugandha off balance, since the most daring part of his plan came next. He looked at Sugandha and liked what he saw. He could clearly see the outline of Sugandha’s nipples, as they pressed against her blouse, and it only served to accentuate her breasts even more. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, just looking at her.
“Now, Sugandha, it’s not that I don’t trust you, you understand. But I would be remiss if I didn’t, at least, confirm that you did as you were asked. It’s not as if you’ve been well behaved to this point,” Som scolded.
Like a child, Sugandha responded, “I’m sorry, Som. I didn’t mean to….I tried…..”
“I know you did, Sugandha, but I have to make sure you’re telling me the truth. I need to know that you’re serious about being a good role model for your daughter. You could have just given me an old pair of underwear you had lying around in the bathroom.”
Sugandha just hung her head in defeat. She didn’t know if she could resist the urges in her body, even if she wanted to.
“Sugandha, you WILL undo the buttons on your blouse and pull the material apart, so that I can confirm this for myself,” Som directed sternly. He held his breath in excited anticipation.
With only the slightest of hesitations, her body screaming for release, Sugandha began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her face was still a deep red, and the blush was now making its way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any sort of eye contact with Som. When at last she had them all undone, and with obviously shaking hands, she slowly pulled the material apart until both globes were completely visible to Som.
“Very good, Sugandha, we’re almost done. Leave your shirt like that. Now, with both hands, you WILL grasp the sides of your skirt and slowly pull it up to your waist. That way, I will be able to confirm that you have done the right thing,” Som coaxed.
Not thinking it was possible, Sugandha turned an even darker red as she began to plead, “please?” hoping to change Som’s mind.
“Just close your eyes, Sugandha, and pretend I’m not even here. It’ll be over before you even know it,” he continued to coax.
Screwing her eyes tightly closed, Sugandha left her shirt hanging open and reached down, grasping both sides of her skirt in each hand. As if her body had a mind of its own, she began to slowly pull the hem of her skirt up. Her juices were now flowing freely and small rivulets ran down the inside of her legs. She was sure that Som would be able to see and smell her arousal now. She knew, deep down, she shouldn’t be doing this, but she was so confused, and at a loss to explain what was happening to her. Her mind kept flashing back to the events in the stories she had read last night. She felt as if it was all just a dream, and that she would wake up soon and everything would be as it should.
While she was slowly pulling up her skirt, Som grabbed his camera and began snapping pictures as she humiliated herself in front of him. As the hem continued to rise, her pussy mound finally came into sight. Som could see that her hair color was natural as the pubes of her pussy were also dirty blond in color.
When she finally had the skirt completely bunched around her waist, Som ordered, “now turn around slowly so that I can confirm you’re not wearing anything.”
With her breasts hanging out, nipples as hard as rock, and her pussy and ass clearly on display, she slowly rotated in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, making it very easy for Som to continue to photograph her without her knowledge. As her ass came into view, Som was absolutely beside himself with excitement. He was rock hard and was stunned by how beautiful her ass was. It was simply perfection. He couldn’t wait to get into it.
When she had turned completely around, and was once again facing him, Som put his camera away and directed her to stop. “You can lower your skirt now Sugandha, but keep your blouse the way it was.” Standing up, he walked over to where Sugandha stood, and, towering over her, said “To be a good role model for your daughter, you need to realize that there are consequences for your actions. If you had simply done what was right in the very beginning, then none of this would have been necessary,” he chided her, like a father to a child, mimicking the manner found in the sex stories from last night. “Because of what you’ve done, you’ve caused me to suffer some intense discomfort,” gesturing to his own crotch region and the obvious hard-on he had. With firm pressure on her shoulders, he ordered “get on your knees, Sugandha. You are going to make this situation all better, so that we can put it all behind us, and get on with supper.”
When she was finally on her knees, she found herself staring into the crotch of his pants and wondering how she got there. She was no longer in control of herself and was convinced that it was all just a dream.
Reaching into his pants, Som pulled out his cock, and held it in front of him. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard and turned on before, and knew that it would take very little to cum now. Continuing with his instructions, he directed Sugandha “Take your right hand and begin stroking it, until you have relieved the problem which you created. Keep your eyes closed, Sugandha, it’ll make it easier for you,” he coaxed.
Closing her eyes, Sugandha reached out and grasping his cock with her right hand, began to stroke the shaft. Som quickly pulled out his camera and snapped some more money shots of Sugandha kneeling at his feet, breasts hanging out and stroking his cock. Som knew that he had everything he would need now, to ensure that Sugandha belonged to him and would do exactly as he ordered.
Putting the camera away, Som felt his orgasm building in his balls and knew that he would explode very soon. Before he did, Som instructed Sugandha, “I’m going to have relief soon Sugandha, so I want you to point it at your breasts when I do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?” he sternly asked.
Simply nodding her head, Sugandha began to speed up her strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was pointing directly at her breasts. With a gurgled yell, Som’s orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of semen shot out and splashed all over her breasts, with some running down the crevice between them.
When at last she had milked the last drop of cum from him, she just stared intently at the white mass of fluid covering her breasts. It felt so real, but she knew it couldn’t be, and that it must all be just a dream. She was so tired.
Seeing her lost in thought, staring at her breasts and his sticky load, Som quickly grabbed his camera and snapped one more picture, of her cum covered breasts. After he had the camera safely tucked away, and his cock back in his pants, he ordered “Sugandha, I want you rub the nice cream into your skin now. It’s good for the skin,” he said with a smile on his face.
As if she was on auto-pilot, she took a breast in each hand and began massaging his cum into them. When the last drop had been massaged in, her breasts glistened and her nipples were red and engorged from the attention to them.
Stepping back and taking a seat again, Som instructed Sugandha, “You can do your shirt up now, Sugandha I believe you. You’ve done very well today and have been a very good role model for your daughter.” As she finished buttoning her blouse and began to stand up again, Som added “Oh, Sugandha, I want you to leave that cream in until tomorrow morning. You are not to wash it off until then. Is that clear?”
Eyes glazed, mind in a complete fog, and her body numb from the stimulus overload, Sugandha simply nodded her head yes and went over to the stove, to remove the supper from the oven.
For the rest of the meal, Som again pretended that nothing unusual had happened and talked about inconsequential topics. When he was done eating, Som excused himself and said that he had to head home, but that he would be back tomorrow morning. And without further ado, Som ran out the back door and practically sprinted home.
Som spent the rest of the evening looking over the pictures he had printed off, and reading more of the stories on the site Sugandha had originally visited. The more he read, the more ideas he got for things to do with Sugandha. He ended up masturbating several more times that evening, each time ending with an explosive climax.
The next morning, after having a restless sleep, Som arose, showered and headed back over to the Jadeja residence. Armed with the photos from last night, and copies of the stories she had read, Som had everything he would need, to own Sugandha Jadega.
As he walked in the back door of the home, he found Sugandha already in the kitchen cooking eggs. She was dressed in an old frumpy sweater and slacks again. From that, Som knew that she must have come to her senses, either sometime last night or this morning and was probably preparing for a confrontation. With a smile, Som thought to himself, ‘bring it on!’
“Hi Sugandha., how was your night last night?” he asked in a jovial tone.
Blushing a deep red, but keeping her back to him, Sugandha began, “Look, Som, I think we need to talk. Since Meera is still sleeping, this is probably the best time for it.” Taking a deep breath she continued, “I don’t know how it happened last night, I must not have been feeling well or something, but what DID happen was wrong. It should never have happened. It’s my fault, but I think it would be best if we tried to put it behind us and pretend it never happened,” she reasoned.
“Well, I’m sorry you think that Sugandha, but to be quite honest, I don’t give a shit!” he said with emphasis.
“What? I beg your pardon?” Sugandha asked.
“Well, you see, Sugandha Jadega,” stressing her full name, “it’s like this. I own you, and the shit I have, here in my hand, guarantees that,” holding up the stories and photos.
With a worried look spreading over her face, “What do you mean?”
“Do these stories look familiar, Sugandha?” Som asked throwing the copies down on the table in front of her.
With trembling hands, she picked them up, and after scanning the first page, blanched white as a ghost. “How? Where did you get these? What the hell is going on?” She asked with a tremble in her voice.
“I thought I was already quite clear on this matter. Are you stupid, too?” he asked condescendingly.
Grasping at straws she began, “These stories don’t mean anything…You can’t prove anything.”
“Oh, I beg to differ. These photos I think will tell quite a different story.” Throwing one picture down at a time he began asking, “Does this look familiar? How about this one? What about this one where you’re showing me your tits and cunt? Or this one, where you are kneeling at my feet, stroking my cock? I think these pictures will certainly corroborate what I am saying?” Letting it sink in for a minute, Som then moved in for the kill. “What do you think your daughter will do when she finds out what you’ve done? Or how about the pastor at church, the principal at Meera’s school, her teachers, your parents? Hmm? You think they’ll understand?”
“Oh my God. How did you…when…why are you doing this?” she asked with a plaintive whine as panic began to set in. “Is it money you want?”
“Again, I’ve already told you what I want. You. I own you. You belong to me. You will do exactly what I tell you to do, without argument, or there will be severe consequences. Is any of this sinking in Sugandha?” he asked.
“But why….?” she began again. She was terrified at what she was hearing, but also becoming very aroused on a purely physical level.
“Enough with the stupid questions already,” Som interjected. “I think it’s pretty clear, from the stories you’ve been reading and the pictures you’ve been looking at, as well as how easily you were controlled last night, that this is something you need or perhaps even crave. I’m just happy to satisfy that craving for you. Now, I’ve already covered this. Either you do EXACTLY what I say, or I start sending these pictures to everyone in this town, including your daughter. The choice is yours. What’s it going to be Sugandha?” Som demanded.
“Please, nobody must know. This will destroy my daughter.”
“Very well. But understand this. If at any time you decide to cancel our agreement, then this all becomes public knowledge. I will not tolerate any disobedience from you. If you disobey me or argue with me over any order given, then you will be punished – just like in the stories. Is that clear?”
Hanging her head in defeat, Sugandha uttered a very quiet “yes.” Despite the obvious wrongness of it all, she couldn’t stop her body from responding to the situation and becoming more and more aroused with each passing minute.
“Now, on to the first order of business. Since you’ve seen fit to disobey me, by wearing those clothes and by arguing with me, you are now going to be punished,” Som explained.
“But I didn’t……you never said…..” Sugandha began to stammer.
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear excuses, Sugandha. Or shall I add another punishment to the list for arguing with me now?” Som pressed.
“No please, I’ll do as you say,” Sugandha pleaded.
“Then take off those offending clothes now,” Som ordered. From the shocked look on her face, Som figured she was preparing for another round or arguments, but to his surprise, she simply closed her mouth, hung her head in shame and began undressing in front of him.
When she had removed her pants and sweater, Som took them from her and ordered, “The bra and panties too, Sugandha.” Again, it looked as if Sugandha was going to argue, but then thought better of it, and did as she was told.
Once she stood completely naked in front of Som, he began to explain to her what he wanted her to do next. “You are now going to march upstairs to your bedroom dressed just the way you are.”
“But Meera might wake…” she began to whine.
Cutting her off once again, “then you’d better walk quietly, hadn’t you?” Som replied condescendingly.
Continuing, “On the way to your room, you will knock on Meera’s door telling her it’s time to wake up. Once you are in your room, you will head to the bathroom and will shave off all of the hair on your pussy. Are you getting this so far, Sugandha?” Som asked.
Nodding her head, “yes.”
“Good. Once your pussy is shaved clean, you will then dress in the shortest and tightest skirt you own and the tightest most see-through blouse you own. Got it?”
Another nod of her head.
“Then get moving,” Som ordered.
On wobbly legs, Sugandha scurried out of the kitchen and began to tiptoe upstairs. Excuses began to run through her head, as she tried to come up with one that would make sense, were Meera to come out of her room now and see her mother standing naked in front of her. Thankfully, Meera was still asleep, and did not wake until Sugandha had knocked several times upon the door. When she heard Meera groggily respond, Sugandha informed her it was time to get up and then sprinted the remainder of the way to her own bedroom, shutting the door as quickly as she could.
She stood with her back to the door for several seconds, as she tried to catch her breath and make sense of what was happening to her. Outwardly she knew what was happening was wrong, and for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why she was complying. She knew she should be resisting. It felt like something inside of her was twisting her guts inside out. Locking the door, she walked unsteadily to her bathroom, grabbed her razor and cream, and, sitting upon the toilet, prepared to shave her pubic hair. It was with a start that she noticed her pussy beginning to dampen. Her mere touch was enough to send electrical shocks shooting through her pussy. This only added to the confusing emotions running amok within her. With a dizzy head, she applied the cream and began shaving her nether region, as delicately as she could.
As she made her final pass along the side of one of her pussy lips, she noted that her pussy was now soaking wet from her ministrations. The urge to masturbate was nearly overpowering, but something deep inside her told her to resist the urge, and with shaky resolve, she closed her legs and rose to get dressed.
As she stood in front of her closet, she contemplated the orders Som had given her. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to put on panties and a bra, or just the blouse and skirt. Things were still a bit foggy for her. As she mulled this over, she had another shock, when she realized that she began to ask herself, ‘what would please Som?’ to help her make her decision.
By : u.sir.name