I never thought that I'll share this chapter of my life with anyone. But as I discussed this with my slave, she told that I'm the owner of this chronicle, just like I'm to her. So I'm presenting it here, as it is.
Just to clarify, though I treated Usha in certain way to make her my compliant slut, my respect for women is immense. 'Woman of the House' is typically more important than 'Man of the House'.
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At 28, I'm a 3-year Analyst at an Investment Banking major in Mumbai.
Parents are rich and settled abroad. Time is scarce, money is not. Therefore, I rented an apartment on the top floor of a high-rise in the Central Business District.
Only other apartment on my floor is occupied by a couple without children. Husband is a CXO in a mid-size firm and middle age. Wife must be around 35 and works as a teacher in elementary school.
Since the day I shifted, which was in Dec 2019, they didn't make any efforts to hide their displeasure that a single man was sharing floor with them. Reason was, unlike them I had a social life and was frequented by a lot of friends, men and women, who stayed long hours.
They were simply jealous because I was having fun, while they weren't. But, I couldn't have cared less.
We seldom spoke but it was clear that man was more caustic and his wife was aligned with him. She was a bit plump, but deliciously so because her boobs were large and butts shapely. She was a soft and sensual diva. It seemed she spent money to keep herself in shape.
Fast forward to March 2020, global Pandemic hit and severe lockdowns were imposed across the globe, specially in India. No external movement, except essential services was allowed and we were restricted to our apartments.
On the second evening of the lockdown, I heard a gentle knock at my door. As I was still working, I answered, "Twist the door knob and get in."
The door opened and closed gently. Soon, a figure was standing in front of me. I hit the Enter key on my excel and looked up. I was surprised to see my unpleasant neighbour before me but I regained my composure.
As my house-maid (in India, even middle class can afford part-time maids) hadn't come for 2 days, house was a mess. Like most of us in WFH, I was wearing only my knee-length shorts. I wasn't ready for this uninvited guest but who cared.
I contracted my eyebrows and asked, "Yes?"
As she was not yet prepared to respond, it gave me an opportunity to assess her. She was wearing PJs and a figure-hugging tee, which did a decent job of accentuating her ample breasts.
I was already eager to uncover those boobs, to play with them and punish them. While she was a bit plump, her belly was almost flat and thighs were in good shape. I so badly wanted to place my hands between her thighs, with my thumb tickling her cunt and index finger reaching to her asshole.
I didn't fail to notice that she was wearing a make-up even at this hour, for a short visit to her neighbour. That only meant, she needed a big favour.
As I kept looking at her with a steely glare, she murmured, "Sanjeev, I have monophobia."
My expression didn't change as I processed this information and its implications. She started explaining, "I mean, I'm scared of living alone."
I snapped at her, "I know what Monophobia is. I'm just wondering why you are telling this to me, at this hour." Hand on heart, I started to realize.
She collected her thoughts and told me that her husband is abroad for work and was stuck as India suspended flight operations due to lockdown. Their live-in maid was a migrant labour and went to her family in village.
Fully understanding what she wanted, I pretended to think and asked, "What do you want from me?"
She replied immediately, "Can you stay at my place, till the time my husband comes back?" Her voice was shaking confirming she needed it badly.
As I didn't respond immediately, she sweetened the offer, "I'll do all the chores, cook your meals and keep house clean. You will be more comfortable there as I'll take care of everything as a good housewife." She blushed.
While gentleman in me, wanted to help this woman in need, my desire to fuck overcame. Therefore, I decided to see what it had for me.
As she eagerly looked at me, I merely asked her, "You want this help as a neighbour or as a woman."
She didn't understand and looked at me questioningly. So, I elaborated, "If you need this help as a neighbour, I'll stay with you as a good samaritan. However, we will tell your husband of this little arrangement." As I paused, she got perturbed.
I continued, "But if you seek my help as a woman, you will live with me like a woman lives with her man." I paused for a second and then concluded, "Choice is yours."
I don't know whether she actually smiled or I just imagined, but her reply was quicker than expected, "I'll be your woman."
I was slightly taken aback by such pleasant turns of events. Just to be sure and to extend the moment, I asked, "OK. But, I want to be sure that you understand what this arrangement means, Usha."
After a slight pause, I told her, "Therefore, I want you to explain clearly and in detail, what being a good woman means for you. If I'm happy with your answer, we will start our arrangement from today itself."
Knowing that there won't be any going back after this answer, she hesitated for a brief moment. She looked into my eyes for a second, as I kept sitting on my recliner with my laptop still in my lap and hiding my hard-on.
Then, she lowered her eyes and started speaking, "Like a good housewife, I'll cook all your meals, will keep house clean and tidy. Whenever you need anything and you summon me, I'll reach to you immediately and follow all your instructions, whatever they are without any questions."
She paused but as I didn't seem impressed yet, she resumed, "As a woman of the house, I'll make myself and my body available for all your sexual needs at all times." Her voice started to choke and she stopped for one more second before closing, "Whatever will be your desires, I'll submit to them."
I smiled as she understood what was expected from her. I smiled also because I had recorded her statement on my mobile so that it can't be considered sexual harassment, if she decided to go rogue in future.
She was trembling out of excitement and in anticipation of what was to come. I told her, "Usha, I don't wish to eat instant noodles anymore. Go and cook a delicious meal for me. While cooking and waiting for me, my pet, dress as the Woman who wishes to please and impress the Man of the House."
As she started walking, I delivered my final statement, "After spending last 10 minutes with me, Bitch, I'm sure you understand what I expect from my woman. I will appreciate if you behave that way with minimum of instructions."
She nodded, smiled and walked out of my house.
I got up, went to the bathroom for a long lukewarm shower and got ready for a fun evening. I chose a comfortable tee and knee-length shorts.
She opened the door within a few seconds of my knock. My jaw dropped looking at her, the most delicious dish for the evening. She was wearing a long satin shirt of which sides were deep-cut so that sides of her panties were visible.
Except a shirt and panties, she was wearing nothing else and therefore, her erect nipples were popping out for attention. I needed great control to resist my temptation to lunch her erect nipples.
Both of us stayed at her front door for a long minute, as I assessed her from top to bottom and savoring her voluptuous figure. This was strict lockdown and people weren't venturing out. As we were on the top floor of a high security building, chances of anyone coming on our floor were merit negligible.
Thus, I ordered her, "Keep the door wide open and face out. Move your feet 20 inches apart, my pet and start pinching your nipples. If someone comes into the corridor, they must be able to see, what a naughty girl we have here."
She hesitated slightly but gradually moved her feet apart and took her hands to nipples. She used her index fingers and thumbs to start pinching her nipples.
As she assumed desired position, I walked into her house, as if entering into my own abode. I barked, "Pinch harder, bitch. It should make you moan."
Standing at the entrance of her own house for anyone to watch, she started pinching her nipples hard. Her moans were loud. With little shame left, she bent her upper body forward to display her butts to me, even more prominently.
As I wanted to be certain about my surrounding, I went inside her home. It was a beautiful house with 3 bedrooms, one play room, 1 large Hall and balconies in all the rooms. Things were well arranged, showing her good taste.
I came back to Hall to find that she was still in position, pinching her nipples. Her large ass was further bent, as if longing to be caressed and then spanked and then caressed. Her legs were trembling due to sexual heat in her body.
I asked her, "So tell me, my pet, who is the Man of the House?" She responded immediately and without any hesitation, "You are, Sir."
I was pleased with her response, specially for being called 'Sir' without prompting her to do so. I further asked, "And, what are you, Isha?"
