The Chronicles Of Madhuri 04

Introduction: This chapter is the fourth part of the series: The Chronicles Of Madhuri. It is followed by the previous three chapters before this, if you're still to go through it, I'll request you to have a read. Happy reading.

Quick Recap: Shekhar is on an all time low in his academics. His mother, Vani, goes concerned, for she comprehends how ghastly the septic effect of her kid's academics drop can be on his future. She calls for aid, in her best friend, who is also her heteroflexible partner, Madhuri. Madhuri, being an extremely scholarly and incredibly desirable woman, doesn't require any foolhardy quest to get the job done.

Madhuri speeds through and is quick to bring Shekhar under her thumb. She is a senior college professor, with her roots in Shekhar's department of education. Madhuri enslaves Shekhar, with the primary aim to tutor him, and help him grow academically. She takes every harsh, strict, mean step to get her job done. Currently Shekhar is about to live some days under the same roof as his mistress, and we'll see how badly/well his days pass. This part will also deal with Madhuri's career progress as an educator. We'll find out more now.

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SHEKHAR

Life of mine had been moving uphill as Madhuri Aunty's strict charge over me continued. I was hovering around the pinnacle of self confidence. However the pinnacle height didn't take long to be scaled and touched the ground as soon as her; Madhuri Aunty's, presence came around. This defined too much, if not all of my newly built perspectives. The swift improvement that I had experienced in that last month under Madhuri Aunty's thumb was staggering as much as surprising. If I were to imagine myself in the normal setting a month back, the kind of academic improvements I'd seen, wouldn't have been in place then. However the reality was jolly different.

In hindsight should Madhuri Aunty continue with what she was doing, I'd be able to abolish my old and rotted persona that was seen by people and develop a new and furnished personality. My response patterns would be more natural and scholarly, but that would be left for my craft to do. My job was only to follow orders as I had been doing, and suffer the consequences subsequently, and more importantly wait for things to fall in place which was ofcourse going to be costly.

To go back a month, Madhuri Aunty was nothing more than a childhood crush and my mom's best friend, but the present date said otherwise. I used to only see her in uncomfortable situations in my dreams, but the reality then was quite variant. Before a month my head was only imagining her without clothes, but after a month I didn't have to imagine as my eyes had seen her in nude for quite a lot of time, if not always, not to mention for different purposes altogether. Some would contemplate it to be a dream come true which in a way it was, but it was rather never without a cost.

When I call Madhuri Aunty the most beautiful woman I've ever known, I certainly don't follow a hyperbolic route since I mean it, entirely. She was my guardian angel, the one that had all of the beauty, elegance, wings, but only a thick whip for a magic wand. The last replaced feature was crisscrossing negativity for positivity and vice versa, as the need had arisen. Madhuri Aunty, in the time under her, had made me see what I could never imagine; she was a woman of high discipline requirements, and that's how asked of me to comply with her. Should I fall short of her stated line of requirements, I got punished. It was solely administered by her with nothing but crude strictness and with an aim to hurt me badly. Whips, flog, belt, birch, I'd taken them all in the course, not to mention the casually raining hands of hers to slap me on diminutive-displeasing acts of mine. My mistress on a multiple but countable occasions had got me to taste cocks as well, cocks of her lovers who'd drop in to fuck her given her highly sexual requirements. She was bold, beautiful, strict, but all in all angelic.

The demonic angel as she was, was slept next to me, with I, clutched as a pillow in her arms. Madhuri Aunty was scarcely clothed with her T-shirt and panty shorts at her bottom. I had opened up my eyes, but with Madhuri Aunty's arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist, I was hardly in any state to move myself. As much as sensual, it was a restraining cuddle. To add to my inability, I also had a collar with leash tied around my neck, and to the bed post, which too wouldn't let me move. As immovable as I was, took one glance at her face, and her striking beauty had a hypnotic effect on me. My heartbeats reacted to it. My hand, in the cuddly pose, was laid upon Madhuri Aunty's butt, like she had positioned it before dozing off last night. The heavenly warmth of her big and near 40 inch butt through her beige boy shorts was being felt on by my palm.

There were very less feelings as hot and compelling as that. I give my word for it. Madhuri Aunty was rather giving in this sort. In this month as a slave to her, amid the preposterous suffering and merciless acts, she had always made sure I was rewarded and never left the scene being negatively introspective or with anything that damages my self esteem, I was only inferior to her and no one else, that's something I'd taken from those acts of slavery. This motivates me more to keep my owner happy by being a good subject of her. I had learnt to love to keep her satisfied.

While I was reminiscing, Madhuri Aunty's eyes started to open up slowly. She saw me awake and quickly smiled and caressed my head. It felt good, and I smiled back.

"Good morning Aunty." I bid her respectfully.

"Good morning son. How did my son sleep for the first in his owner's bed?" Her tone was still all the more domineering despite the morning voice.

"It was good Aunty. Thank you." I answered.

"If it was good, I suppose you slept well too, didn't you?" Her tone got more blunt.

"I did Aunty. Certainly." I answered.

"How come then the unworthy slave as you is still in bed? Have you no shame to get up and start serving me?" Her taunts were thrown beastly at me. "One thing I shall make clear son, once you get done with every assigned chore, and you find me lying peacefully or sitting tending to any work, the first thing for you to do is place your head between my legs or my buttocks, whatever position you find me in. For as our days will press on under one roof, the sweet hole between my legs will be your happy place." I glanced in her eyes while still starting at her, and one can tell how horrifically serious Madhuri Aunty was.

"Since this was ordered for the first, I'd not whip you, but that doesn't mean you're not going to be punished. From the second I finish talking till I'm not back in the evening, you have to lose your human self and be a stray dog. You walk that way, talk that way, I mean bark" she smiled dominantly, "and even sit or stand that way. C'mon make a sound to tell me you understood." Madhuri Aunty said like a juggler with a pet.

"Woooohhhhhffff Woooohhhhhffff." I barked.

"Oh that's like a good boy." She caressed my hair.

"Now I'm running a few seconds late, offer me your peehole of mouth, tongue servicing won't find time for now, perhaps later. Get going pet." She moved herself and sat at the edge of the bed. Madhuri Aunty slid her shorts down till her thighs to expose her dark pussy. I took a right angle glance and fit my mouth at her urethra, letting the sweet odor of her vagina slip in my nostrils.

She angled well, sighed; and with a tight back of the neck grab, let go of all her morning golden shower in my mouth. She gasped heavily feeling it. The unpleasant disgust ingrained in me, cropped more. Madhuri Aunty ruffled in my hair once more to admire my service and stood up to slip in the bathroom. She unhooked the leash off my collar before leaving.

As naked I was, took my position on hands and knees, and walked on as ordered by my owner. I broomed the house with the usual difficulty, and did my best to clean every corner. I had only started to think if I am to go to the garden or not in the present pet state, when the stairs were being descended down by my very angelic mistress.

Madhuri Aunty walked down looking as graceful and top tier stylish. She had worn a teal blue printed kurta paired with matching leggings and heels to radiate a modern aura. The pink solid dupatta draped from her left brushed along all her left side, from top to bottom, and looked to only hint at brushing the ground while it didn't. The three-quarter sleeves of the kameez helped her flabby but hot arms a good show, and the flared hem showcased all her majestic curves stylishly. Madhuri Aunty's hair was dropping on her shoulders, and her simple drop earrings accentuated her facial feature in a strange elegance.

These were mere hints of her sexuality, except the ever present split in a mainstream kameez clothe, and the ones in hers, gave no hint but the very explicit view of her to-die-for thick thighs clad in the leggings. The last feature was only in meagre emphasis, and to put to perspective in the entirety, Madhuri Aunty appeared simple and ravishingly elegant; casual yet hot! There was something about this woman so indistinct that it only blows your head with countless fantasies. The alluring perfume she had worn cried for attention and certainly got that in abundance. I was in a world of delight as she walked and halted beside me.

I took to her heels covered feet to start worshipping them like her bitchy pet. I had put in some big pecks when Madhuri Aunty said, "okay that's enough." The sharpness of her accent put me to rest and attention yet again.

"Now" she started while still holding her ground, and I looked at her in an instance, "how this day has started for you son doesn't need to be reasoned with, one thing for you to comprehend is you've to stay a pet for the coming hours. I knew you're entangled around as if to go outside or not, I'd not want you to do it son. The house door shall not be opened until I arrive in the evening." She was as slow and detailing as a jazz chorus.

"Moreover" she added with authority, "every walk you take, every sound you make, every thought you get, even your studies after chores, all of them should be exercised like a pet, and not a slave. I assure you son it concludes as soon as I've set my feet back and ordered you to get normal, but in the meantime, I trust you to do it as I've asked from you. Won't you do it for me son?" Madhuri Aunty asked me sweetly.

"Wooohhhhhfffff. Wooohhhhhhfffff." I gave my answer nodding.

"Good boy." She said rubbing my cheeks, and looking in my eyes, added, "If and only if you think you'd get away with anything against, you shall think again son. For there is no CCTV surveilling around you, but your dear eyes will be all the more wiser once I've started to interrogate after being back. And let me just clear this for you, they don't lie son. I think you get all of it now." She looked at me, made a face, and added, "Oh, but how would I know unless I've heard it from you." Madhuri Aunty smiled and asked, "Did you understand son?"

"Wooohhhffffff. Woooohhhhhffff." I barked looking at her.

"Uh-oh that doesn't sound very assuring son." She remarked.

"Woooohhhhhhhhffff. Woooohhhhhffff." I barked with more noise.

"Oh, you can do better. Assure me better c'mon." Madhuri Aunty said.

"Wooooooooohhhhhhhhfffffffff. Wooooooooohhhhfffffff." The sound of my shrill bark would've easily run through half of her mansion.

"That's like a good boy." Madhuri Aunty ran her hand through my hair. It felt singularly rewarding if anything. The pet vibe had then been accepted by my subconscious. Madhuri Aunty did it, and I worshipped her feet once more. "I'll see you in the evening my good boy. Good luck." She bent over to kiss me on my forehead and lips, and the air from her mouth on my face drove me crazy as she caressed my cheeks too. Madhuri Aunty walked past me, and with the unintended sway of her big bottom through the kameez and leggings, saw her way down the hall and out of the house. Her car engine turned on. It wasn't long when the sound faded. I was left alone now for the rest of the day.

As pet like I was, headed on to tend to the other chores too. That included washing clothes of hers and mine, meanwhile using hands to clean her cum stained panties. The strategic ploy of Madhuri Aunty in luring me from servitude to slavery to then domesticating me as a pet, fell to place in the entirety and so smoothly. Such a tactician she was.

My day was proving to be ghastly long, after the walk on my hands and knees to get to every chore, was in 3x time than usual. From what I'd experienced by then, I couldn't tell even if anything was unprecedented on the basis of my knowledge, since Madhuri Aunty had put me through to everything bad already. After a few hours of cleaning every room of the house, I initiated to get to studying. I walked as the bitch I was made by Madhuri Aunty. Reaching the room, I was about to leave the pose absentmindedly, and my head instantly went back to what she said about studying like this too.

I climbed up the bed with difficulty and took the position again to study. The surprise in the first twenty or so minutes was splendid, because I was able to comprehend every word regardless of the doggy pose, this could be given to the perpetuity of the activity however it didn't stop me from feeling good about myself. I was growing academically. I didn't have any heavens to thank, but just one person, Madhuri Aunty.

BRIANO82

Madhuri got to the university to start her day's work. The changing ownership was aiding to her situation more. Mr. Aditya Trilok, who was the exact guy Madhuri had shared a night with, also the very guy whose meat and seeds were unwillingly tasted by poor Shekhar, was now taking hold of a quarter shares of the university board. Shares whose quarter owners were only two, and the rest of the investors shared what was left from the half. This put him in a position to have a word heard and acknowledged.

As soon as Madhuri had set her feet in the staff room, with the very joyful eyes which were no stranger to her, some new stares were also put on her then. The new glances gave away a lot of envy and glare in them. Before, Mr. Trilok's close association with Madhuri was only in theory, however after everyone's attending together the party the previous night, which was to welcome the new shareholder, things were clear like a mirror. Everyone knew Madhuri will be backed by the new owner. Making a meal of the mixed reactions, Madhuri's footsteps remained every bit determined and full of composure.

Past the three important wooden paneled cabins, she reached to the one down the corridor, one which was glass paneled and a singular one too. Her assistant Shraddha, a girl in her mid twenties, rose to bid her boss. Madhuri smiled at her to bid her back and entered in. Her cabin was large sized, with the photo of her husband in the walls to the left and beside it another of her entire family with both her children. The wall on the right had all the dozens of accolades and certificates she was a recipient of in her career, which if anything iterated the reason of her sitting there. Madhuri deserves prominence.

She sat in the comfortable chair, and making use of all the leg space in the modesty panel, crossed her legs on one another beneath the kameez and started to open up files on the top of her desk. There were a few of them piled up, and before she was to take her first hand, Shraddha came in from the door. The shorty assistant of Madhuri looked walking in with something to inform.

"Ma'am, Mr. Kaur, Mrs. Awasthy and Mr. Ansari were here earlier for a word, but after not finding you here, they left without any." Shraddha detailed her through the unexpected guests from the morning.

"And what do you think that word was?" Madhuri asked.

"I can't say for sure ma'am, the lady among them held a file in her hand, which was a quotation or looked like a list of something. That's what I'm hearing from the whispers around."

"That's a good bit of information there." Madhuri spoke with clearance, and said, "would you be a lamb and get me more of it?"

"Ofcourse ma'am" Shraddha spoke vehemently. Shraddha was always up for espionage, if it was for helping Madhuri in her job.

"Do you have something more to say?" Madhuri asked as she seemed Shraddha wasn't done.

"Yes ma'am. A bunch of students, all girls, from the sixth semester IT department were here too. They represent the college basketball team. They looked for you, but not finding you here, they rerouted themselves back too." Shraddha said.

"Okay. Do you know of their profiles?" Madhuri asked her assistant.

"I fear I don't."

"Then we'd have to wait whether they shall come back. Anything more?"

"Yes ma'am. When should I rearrange the meeting with the three of them? Before leaving they did ask to have them sent a word after you're back."

"I don't think it'll be today, and if by any chance they have seen me already, tell them I couldn't make time today. Maybe tomorrow." Madhuri was a liar and a productive one for her own sake.

"Ofcourse ma'am. Tell me if you need anything more, I'm right outside."

"Sure love." They shared a smile, and Madhuri looked on to get to her work again.

Mr. Parmeet Kaur, Mrs. Nehal Awasthy and Mr. Zainab Ansari were the infamous three Musketeers of the campus. All the three individuals had a great job in their hands handed by the administration; look for a worthy candidate for the next principal's seat because the current boss had already given his resignation and was waiting to leave the office until a replacement was found; and as the perils of bureaucracy go, the one younger and with added flair obliges to be given all the acknowledgement to be pushed down from their podium, and quickly.

They were surely there for the same purpose earlier, and as far as Madhuri, she had never been worried by their antics, for the first opportunity she got to secure her position, she had already taken it with both her hands, by fucking one of the two largest stakeholders. The amiability both Madhuri and Aditya shared in bed and outside of it had only pushed her candidacy a mile ahead.

The other quarter of shares alongside Aditya Trilok were acquired by Mr. Govind Ahluwalia, who was a PhD in accounting and a self made millionaire, and a very honorable man. He and Madhuri never shared a bad relationship per se, but as the words on the grapevine said, Mr. Ahluwalia was going to give his candidate in the form of Mr. Zainab Ansari, one of the musketeers to have visited before in her absence. That meant what Madhuri dealt with there was objectively internal.

Madhuri knew of her lead in the race, but she also knew it would never take long for tables to turn on its head, and whatever she was aspiring to do to assure her future, needed to be done really quickly. She would have to make use of her time very smartly, and however hyperlinked things were to be connected, they needed to be executed even faster.

Madhuri and Aditya, the previous night, had come to a move, and this was the time for Madhuri to practice it. She rang the buzzer to call for Shraddha. Her shorty assistant slipped in her boss's cabin, and shut the door behind her.

"Pussycat, I'd want you to do one thing." Madhuri said sounding casual.

"Ofcourse ma'am." Before Shraddha was an employee to Madhuri, she might've had a varying vocabulary, but after being employed by Madhuri, Ofcourse was her new frequently used word, for as passionate as she was, her trust in Madhuri was monumental that's why she didn't need a varying vocabulary with her boss.