Chapter 1 - 185 Days of Chastity
Namrata Mukherjee used her key and entered the flat on the third floor with a slightly stooped stance and looked a little weary - she was a hard-working woman, after all. It had been a tough week, given the work pressure, the deadlines she had to meet, the expectations of those close to her, and her familial responsibilities. But the next four hours were her time to unwind completely and relax.
Three hours ago, at around 2 PM, just before leaving her workplace, she had called Sundar and told him to take his "sub" position. The "sub" position was really elaborate in one manner of speaking and really simple in another. It was elaborate because Sundar, who always had Saturdays off from work, was supposed to kneel facing the furthermost corner of the home from the door. While kneeling, he also had to position his hands behind his head and hold them there for the time it took Namrata to travel home from work. While she was free to take detours to meet friends or have a cup of cappuccino at the Barista down the street from Sundar's apartment, he was under strict instructions not to move once he had taken position. Two phones that would both run vibration-sensing apps were to be strapped to both elbows (adding further weight to his arms) once he had taken position. These phones simply counted all movements that Sundar made in the highly uncomfortable kneeling position, which got torturous for him within 2 minutes due to his weight, and Namrata had ensured the vibration-sensing apps were both set to "highly sensitive" so Sundar had a really high count.
Namrata dropped her satchel on the coffee table and made her way to the hot meal that had been set on the table next to the Pedro Xemenez Red. She lifted the thermal cloche and saw that Sundar had prepared Bolognese white pasta for her. The wafting steam that carried to her nose whetted her appetite even further and she wondered how long it would have taken her submissive boytoy to watch the meal being made over Youtube and copy it precisely. She chuckled and glanced at Sundar at the far corner. As per her instructions, he was to be completely naked and have nothing between his two knees and the floor, so that he could get the full effect of his massive weight on his kneecaps and experience the pain she wanted him to savor nice and slowly. He was shivering badly due to the impossibly long time his hands had been held against gravity and Namrata grinned sadistically as she was certain all the shivering was increasing the vibration counts on the apps. She removed her blazer lazily and placed it on the back of the chair. She made her way to the restroom and returned a quarter of an hour later, fresh and clean.
As she closed the restroom door, she heard that soft moan she loved above all other moans. It was Sundar. Since his mouth was gagged as per her orders and he had no authority to release the gag, that throaty moan was all he could do to make his presence known to his Owner. She laughed openly and loudly, and Sundar redoubled his effort because he sensed she had noticed him at last. He moaned with all the air in his lungs, and all that came out was a gurgly, flat sound that made Namrata laugh even more. To the inexperienced ear, that moan screamed with anguish, but to Namrata, who had had Sundar as her submissive for nearly 3 years now, that moan communicated to her that most delicate of emotions - the emotion that all superior women know to use and abuse - the frustration of a male in long-term orgasm denial.
She ignored his continued wailing and walked to the table to enjoy her meal. As she opened the thermal choche a second time and Sundar stopped his moaning to draw breath, she spoke for the first time that evening.
"That will be enough," she said simply.
Instantly, Sundar went silent. She had trained him well. He knew very well the result of disobedience - a month without orgasm.
