How to Say No to an Old Friend

She is not the prettiest woman in the most traditional way. She is hot.

She is a friend, she is a slave.

When she roars at her office floor, men pee in their pants. When she drops to her knees and engulfs my cock in her mouth, she does her best to please.

She is strong, she is vulnerable. She is intelligent and that makes her sexier.

Usha Dey was my batchmate at one of the top rated engineering schools in India and we were 18-19 years old when we first met. Both of us wore specs and were studious.

But similarities ended just there. While I came from a small town and vernacular background, she was from a Metro and highly educated background. I measured 5'4'' from toe to head and she was 5'11''. I was very slim at 46 kgs and she was at least 80 kgs, not chubby though. So she was way out of my league and we seldom spoke.

After we graduated, we were not in touch for more than a decade and only after social media became prevalent, we joined our alumni group. In the decade gone by, we did well in our respective careers. While I was working with an Indian conglomerate, she settled in New Jersey.

Both of us were pretty active on the Alumni Group and one to one interactions with her were bound to happen. Gradually, we started chatting privately more often than in the Group and a good level of friendship developed between us.

At 36, while I was happily married, she was single. We exchanged recent photos. I had gained several kilos to look more human. But, she had undergone a real transformation. From being average built, she became muscular, thanks to rigorous gymming and Yoga. While she still weighed 80 kgs, there was no flab. Though I never asked, I guessed she was 36-28-34.

Our conversations were always smart, casual and full of energy. There were seldom erotic undertones in our discussions. We laughed freely, exchanged ideas and also bitched about our classmates. Over a period, we reached a stage where we realized that we don't judge each other. She once told me that she was pleasantly surprised when I didn't ask any questions, when she told me about her being single.

After almost 2 years of these conversations, I had to travel to New York for work and I let her know of my travel plans. She was equally keen to meet and we decided to meet in New York, on the Saturday evening after my arrival.

She came to the restaurant in my hotel, wearing a knee length dress which was body tight upto waist. I think, to ensure that she won't look any more taller, she wore flat shoes. Her specs were much smarter than college days.

Getting up from my chair, I jovially greeted her, "Hey, pretty girl."

She retorted immediately, "That's a new one, Sanjeev. Most men find me intimidating." She did a fake show of her biceps as she took her seat beside me.

"Intimidating because you go to gym and keep fit? They should find you sexy and hot." I genuinely appreciated her.

She smiled and sighed, "See, I'm single. Very few man can handle a woman, who has strong body and sharp brain."

I replied, "Yeah, because they don't know that power to command isn't in a strong body, but in a smart mind."

Listening to this, she looked at my smaller frame with intrigue. I blinked an eye and said, "But, to be honest Usha, I have always thought of you as a docile person."

She smiled nervously and said, "You really think so?"

I replied immediately, "Yes Usha. I'm saying that despite your physical stature."

She fell silent for a moment, as if thinking deeply. She said, "I'm single but I had a few relationships, failed ones. They could never understand me."

As I didn't disturb her, she added, "A strong body doesn't necessarily need to have a controlling mind. It may crave instructions."

It was my turn to get intrigued. I smiled slightly, "And your muscular body sends signals otherwise. If you are a submissive yourself, why did you decide to work so hard in gym."

She smiled, "A strong body isn't always source. Source to control. It may be result. Result of subjecting myself through pain."

I stopped sipping my coffee and looked at her. Her smile was intact.

I started speaking cautiously and seriously, "First thing first, Usha. Thanks for trusting me so that you could tell this much to me."

She chuckled, "You emit such strong positive vibes, Sanjeev that it's difficult not to feel safe with you. I don't see any reason to hide anything from you." I saw an unmistakable desire in her eyes and only nodded.

"I have left Sanjeev speechless? That Sanjeev, who has a response for everything." She mocked at me playfully. But after a small break, added with pain in her voice, "You think, I'm a pervert?"

I looked at her with intensity in my eyes, "So I was saying Usha, first thing first, thanks for trusting me so much. Second and more important, I'll lay you on my knees and spank till you cry with tears, if you ever call yourself pervert. Is that clear?" There was no smile on my face and none could question my seriousness.

I knew, this was the Moment of Truth. She held my gaze for a couple of seconds and then murmured, "I understand." She looked down only for a second before raising her moist eyes and adding, "Thanks a lot for understanding me, really."

She looked down again and there was an eerie silence between us for a minute. During that, she raised her eyes a couple of times and found me assessing her.

I broke that silence, "As I can see Usha, you are quite serious about it. Why didn't you go to any BDSM club or try online?"

She sighed and responded, "While I was afraid of visiting any clubs as I didn't know who I could meet there, I met one guy through online. He was a bald guy with foul smell. While I found him quite disgusting, he was also intimidated by me." She released a nervous smile.

I wanted to take it slowly with her as she was a friend, who had seen me at best as an equal for better part of our lives. But, if I wanted her to be my pet, indifference wasn't an option.

I scribbed a few lines on a hotel stationary and handed over the same to Usha. As she looked at me with confusion, I asked her to read it. Then I took her leave and walked away.

In the letter, I had written, "Usha, as we have been friends for long, I want you to take this decision in my absence to avoid any embarrassment. Whether you want to assessed to be my sub? If Yes, come to room no. 1111."

Letter further stated, "As it's embarrassing to submit to an old friend, we will block one sense organ for some time. We will start with you being blindfolded. You knock the door and blindfold using the cloth lying at the door. If your answer is no, we will meet next weekend as if nothing happened."

Usha is definitely very hot and I have strong liking for tall women. Therefore, I wished for her to come, but I couldn't have sounded desperate and waited patiently. I kept a blindfold outside my door.

Within 2 minutes, there was a gentle knock at my door. I waited for 30 seconds before opening the door to give her time to blindfold herself.

I looked up at her chiseled face, which looked beautiful and admired her for a few seconds. Then, I told her, "Welcome home, my dear pet."

She smiled nervously as I held her right hand and gently pulled her in before closing the door. I jokingly commented, "Now pet, you are at my mercy." As I held both her hands and pushed her gently towards a wall.

As she stood against the wall, I sat on my bed facing her. I decided to start the journey and asked, "So Usha, have you ever been a slave earlier?"

She shook her head and said, "Never in real. But I have roleplayed online with unknown people. However, as most of them were amateurs, I gradually moved to story reading."

She was fidgeting due to nervousness and wasn't very coherent as she spoke. I remained in control and ordered in a gentle but firm voice, "Keep your feet two feet apart. Take both your hands behind your head and hold them tightly."

As she followed this order, her hem moved slightly upward. I don't know whether voluntarily, she pushed her boobs also out. She looked delicious like this despite being fully clothed.

I stated in a firm voice, "I understand that you want to be my slave. But I want both of us to be on same page about this. So, when I ask you questions, you'll answer in clear 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir'. Any confusion?"

There was some hesitation in calling a friend as Sir. But she got over that and shook her head to say, "No Sir."

"Ok then. You will follow all my instructions quickly and without hesitation. You will wear clothes, as approved by me and nothing else." I said. She nodded and added, "Yes, Sir."

"On several occasions, you will remain naked even when I will be fully clothed. I will have unlimited and unrestricted access to your entire body at all times and places. My discretion is supreme." She bit her lips and said, "Yes, Sir."

"You will be made to crawl, kneel and act as a bitch. You will be used as a maid, waitress, furniture and any object for my convenience and pleasure." She was shaking now and said, "Yes please, Sir."

I smiled and asked my blindfolded slave, "Tell me pet, how wet you are and what do you want to do?"

She replied immediately, "I'm very wet, Sir. I am so content as I feel owned. Sir, I want to go on my knees to show how grateful I'm."

My cock was rock hard, looking at the muscular and smart woman, eager to submit to me. Her body was strong and flexible. Therefore, I could punish her hard and do many things a fragile woman won't be able to take.

I walked to her and ran my fingers on her lips. As she trembled, I sternly said, "Stand still, my eager pet. If you move, I'll punish you really hard. Is that clear?"

Her breathing was heavy, as she answered, "I'll try my best, Sir. Please allow your slave to kneel and bow down."

My hand slowly moved from her lips to cheeks to neck to her arms, feeling every inch of her body. I kept my other hand on her breast and licked her uncovered cleavage above her dress.

As she tried hard to remain still, I moved my hand from arm to her thigh and started massaging her thigh gently. I stroked her thigh and raised her dress to reach closer to her panties.

I gently played with her breast over her dress without being harsh and used my fingers to feel her muscular thighs. I whispered gently, "Tell me Usha, what are you? Be clear and explicit."

Her voice shivered but she was clear as she spoke "I'm your pet girl, Sir. I exist to give pleasure to my Master. I'm an object to enjoy. I'm available for everything from sucking your cock to being disciplined to meet your strict standards. Your slave wants to be used in any manner, Sir deems fit."

I was rock hard and my cock was in pain inside the confine of my trouser and boxer. Hence, I decided to test my new bitch's cock sucking skills.

"Slut, I know you are very horny. But for you my bitch, your own pleasure is more important or mine?" I teased her.

She replied without any delay, "Yours, Sir. This slave's pleasure is in yours, Sir."

"Well then, get down on your fours, like a doggie that you so desperately want to become and plead to have my cock in your keen mouth." I ordered and took a few steps back to give her enough space.

She immediately fell on her knees and got down on her fours. Without prompting, she exclaimed, "Thank you, Master. I adore you."

I chuckled, "Is that so, bitch?"

Her voice choked as she said, "I always fantasized about being like this for a worthy man. Thanks a lot for this invaluable gift, Master."

As she was much taller than I was, her hungry mouth could easily reach my cock when she was on her fours and raised her mouth. I unbuckled my belt taking my sweet time and asked, "Usha, do you realize that you are going suck cock of your old classmate, an average classmate of your batch?"

As she lowered her head, I humiliated her further, "You were the star of the batch and now on your knees, you are eager to worship my cock between your lips and tongue. I'm sure, you won't have ever seen me twice back then."

This time however, she faced up with blindfold still on and said, "As student, I wasn't wise enough to admire you, Master. But now, as I have known you for 3 years, you have been the only man, I have thought about."

Her voice was no more shaking as she added, "I have always appreciated efforts that you put in for others and that makes you an incredible man. You are always in control and therefore, I always wished more power to you. I feel fortunate Sanjeev, that now I'm submitting to you."

All that she said, surprised me as I thought it to be a casual fling. She came closer, "From now on I can't think of you as anything but My Master. Please own me and use me as you wish. This bitch loves you."

As I strongly felt for her, I took one more step back and sat on my bed. With that, I also held her shoulder and guided her to come closer to me. She crawled to me, never be leaving her knees.

Both of us were still fully clothed but now she rested between my legs, as my pet. I rubbed my full palm over her face and head. She pushed herself into my palm. I gently removed her blindfold and she looked up expectantly into my eyes. I stated, "But I'm a married man, Usha and you know, I love my wife immensely."

She smiled and said, "I know that, my Master. But all I want is to be your little slut. My love for you, won't change anything in your life."

"Well, if that's the case, let me see how well my old college mate slut Usha sucks her Master's cock." I held her head tightly as she hungrily took out my cock from my boxer and then looked at me.

She teased me, "My Master, is your new bitch allowed to suck your beautiful cock and eat your cum as a reward?"

As all I wanted was, to cum badly, I didn't answer. I rather, held her hair tightly and forced my cock into her mouth. I forcefully made her suck my cock. I acted angry as I said, "All you deserve is, to suck my cock, you two penny bitch. Yes, you take it deeper into your throat."

Though she was choking at my cock, she still kept running her lips on my angry cock. I loved her desire to please and barked, "I didn't know, my prim and proper Usha Dey was such desperate slut. All she needs is a strong minded cock to control her. Nod, if you want to suck my balls also with same rigour." And she nodded vehemently.

"Do it then, you bitch." I said in a rough voice, she immediately started panting louder, opening her mouth as wide as she could and moving her tongue on my balls.

I watched her as she moved fast with complete abandon, focussed on my pleasure. I knew I had to take this further to see how low she would fall, I wanted all her depravity at my command. I looked down again at my bitch on her fours still clothed for now trying hard to please me. I decided to relent for now, the next time she would have to work much harder to earn my pleasure.

I came into my bitch's mouth and watched her carefully, wanting to see what she would do without instruction. She swallowed it eagerly, her face twisted with distaste and I guessed she did not have too much experience with swallowing but she managed to keep it down.

I released her head and straightened my pants, she remained on her fours breathing a little fast and her head dropped low. I sat on a chair and gave a low whistle patting my thighs. She looked up in surprise and I saw her face twist as understanding dawned.

I remained where I was, watching her. She kept her eyes fixed on my face and slowly started to crawl to my feet. She reached my knees and knelt humbly in front of me, her head bowed low.

"Usha!" I said, speaking calmly, looking straight at her, "What we did today is no joke, no game. It was a very big step for both of us." And without a warning I slapped her hard, across her face. She surprised me with her strength as she didn't fall. I slapped on other side and her cheeks turned red.

"Are you still sure, you still want to be my pet?" I challenged her. Her eyes wetted, but she nodded in affirmation.

"How wet is my pathetic bitch, due to my slaps on her filthy face?" I barked and she replied, "Very, Master."

I widened my thighs, making more space for her to come between my legs and pulled her closer to me. This allowed my hands to reach her butts and cunt. I lowered her panties to mid thighs without touching her cunt and then rubbed my hand on her shapely butts.

As she moaned with pleasure, I ran my index finger on her asshole and probed it a little. Then I moved my finger towards her cunt, but didn't reach there. I simply tickled and teased her.

Her panting made me chuckle, she whispered, "This slut loves its Master. Please touch my cunt, Master. Your pet desperately needs it."

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Without any warning, I spanked her hard four times. It was so hard that even my palm stung. She squealed but then I rubbed my index finger over her cunt, without inserting. Her desperate but futile attempts to push her cunt onto my finger showed her strong desire to cum.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

After these four smacks, she shuddered and blurted out, "Spank me, Master, spank me harder. Your slut is going to cum, please spank me, Master."

She couldn't control herself and rubbed her cunt desperately on my finger as I touched it. I didn't stop her. With a great noise, she came hard.

Being fully aware, that this was her best orgasm till date, I held her tightly between my legs and patted her head as if she was my favorite pet.

Note: Usha is an amazing woman and I like her for her choices. After this first encounter, she gave away herself to be my obedient pet. Her desire to submit is so strong that she pledged all her belongings to me. While this journey was beautiful, whether I share more of it with readers, depends on response to this story.