Introduction: This chapter is the continuation of A Boy To Be Tamed and Enslaved By Mother's Best Friend, in that order. If you have still not gone through the previous parts, do consider reading them otherwise you could use the quick recap to connect yourselves with this chapter. If the previous chapters are read by you, you needn't involve yourself in the recap. Happy Reading.
Quick Recap: Shekhar is the son of Vani who is an elite lawyer by profession. Vani meets Madhuri and let's her know how the pitiful state of her son's academics is being a matter of concern for her and her husband. Madhuri, being the best friend to Vani and her lover, decides to aid Vani in order to better her son's academic scores. Madhuri who is a senior professor and the director of the talent and relations at the university board Shekhar is enrolled in, uses all her power to leave Shekhar in a vulnerable position, thus liable to beg for Madhuri's assistance, where the latter forces the former to submit to her.
Madhuri has enslaved Shekhar currently, and is very much set to subject him towards the next level of his slavery. How Madhuri does it, how does Shekhar take it, does he help himself, does he fall in more vulnerability and slavery, the chapter would only be any the wiser to answer these. The narrative end would be of Shekhar. This story is explicit, graphic and not rather softcore. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you.
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SHEKHAR
My life had been on a rollercoaster ever since the day Madhuri Aunty came to visit me in my college. It had been just 15 days before when I'd woken up to lead the same miserable life of mine, and that was the day when I was waking up with an all new character and role built in me. I couldn't say if the misery of it changed, but had only become handful with a sprinkle of suffering to serve with it. The contrast of the first and now the fifteenth day could be even more cleared by; I woke up then with my bare cock in my hand and fifteen days after my hands underneath can only feel the metallic cage covering my dick not to mention its heaviness everytime I moved.
I undressed and headed to take a shower. The water on the fresh welts that Madhuri Aunty gave me just yesterday didn't leave her thoughts off of my head. My slavery was not just about suffering but a continuous reverence of Madhuri Aunty. I soaked the water off my body and now it was the time to dress myself. I had had an all singular dress code since my slavery under Madhuri Aunty; loose t-shirt and loose pants with no underwear in it. I dressed and walked downstairs to have my breakfast.
My manners had been put to place ever since my change in life. I was more helpful now in little things in the kitchen and dining table, for which I used to blabber by opening my mouth wide. My parents were a little shocked with everything, and were always feeling proud on me by mentioning my new good doings and change of attitude, only if they knew what sufferings I had taken in on daily basis to achieve it, and probably would take forever to keep the persistence going. Every time I even thought of misbehaving or losing it, Madhuri Aunty's big blue eyes and swing of whips crossed my vision, and I was put to place automatically. That was the fear of her in my head.
Mom and Dad had eaten, and I took the plates in the kitchen for them. I probably would have loved to lend hands in washing too, but I was to see Madhuri Aunty on her proposed time, which was in nearly half an hour. I had to dash then. I picked the bag up to put it on my back, and came close to mom, I kissed her cheek and said, "I'll go now mom. See you."
"Wait here son, would you?" Mother looked at me.
"Yes, mom I will." I stood beside the kitchen counter as mom was pacing up and down to do her work. She attended to me after a few minutes as I stood waiting.
"I'd want you to stop by the landfill site and the dumpster across street to dump the garbage of our house son. It has been collected today, but it's for you to do from tomorrow onwards son. You know owing to the kind of lifestyle we live and the grades you give, it's inevitable for you to fill in for your entitlements. That's the most you have to do, won't you son?" My mother said to me.
"I certainly will mom. Whatever you ask." I said to her in my obedient tone and smiled.
She kissed me and rubbing my cheeks said, "Take care of my son." We shared a smile. And she walked off to the kitchen.
Dad and I shared a stare, and he said, "Catch you later young man." He took his eyes back in the newspaper. They were in the illusionary idea of I going to college, but that was not the case after my day was going to be spent at Madhuri Aunty's as her slave.
I picked up the garbage to put it in my trunk and turned the engine on to start driving away. My hands stayed on the wheels until I had reached the landfill site and dumped the polythene there. As I commenced towards reaching my next destination, I started to think of all the merciless and cold blooded things Madhuri Aunty had inflicted on me in these fourteen days. The most mad she had gone was when I only scored 55% in the routine tests she takes.
Her anger was so much that she tied me to the bed post and whipped my butt and thighs mercilessly till I didn't cry a bucket at least. In the midst of my punishment there came a time when I lost count on the twenty whip punishment, and without a shadow of reluctance she started all over again. And made sure the return whacks were all tighter and harsher so that I couldn't move for the next two hours with a butt as heavily whipped. Her rage didn't come down, and suspending my head from the dog leash, she kept me restrained in the garden area next to the shrubs. The sunset a few moments later was of my good fortune since I was saved from being discovered.
But I didn't know for how long I'll tackle discovery because her treatment was only going to ascend in the coming days. I'll have to buckle up and be more competitive since it was my only way out. I ridiculously feared Madhuri Aunty. I reached her house a few moments later. I parked the car in the lawn of her big house and came out to head to the door. I rang the bell. I waited, and after finding no response, I did it again. And after I had rung it for the fourth time, I figured there was no one inside.
I dipped my hand in my bag to take out the key Aunty had given me for what she called emergency purposes. I inserted the key in the hole and had unlocked the door until Madhuri Aunty was heard by me just at the gate of the house.
I turned around to see her and you know the very sight of this woman glued me like some stranger. Her big butt, boobs and the very angelic body was still stuffed in her tight track suits, her physical incredibility was unpredictable. Madhuri Aunty was talking to a younger looking guy, who was almost a foot taller than her and appeared probably like a fitness model or a Mr. India participant. He was stout and macho.
She was giving her famously angelic smile to him and talked as if some very close associate. The guy in a moment turned his head to me, and Aunty's eyes following him said something looking at me then to which they laughed louder. They repeated their glance at me a several times after then, and it seemed like they talked of more than a few words about me.
Once they were about to depart, the guy leaned down to put a hug on Madhuri Aunty's goddess like physique, and she accepted it with as much coziness if not more. In the dying minutes of their conversation his hands fooled around Aunty's waist just up her majestic butt, and before going away Aunty smacked on the guy's macho butt while still laughing. He jogged off, and she came inside the gate. Her eyes never left me as she made her long walk post the lawn and garden and finally the door.
