Recap:
In the last part, we read that Suhana somewhat accepted this new relationship with her best friend. She wanted to give it a try to shake off her lust and hunger. She was preparing herself to meet this new version of her friend.
Suhana's younger brother wakes her up.
"Wake up, Suhana didi!" "Your friend is here," he said.
"You go, I'll come," she groggily said, rubbing her eyes as she awoke.
She dragged herself off the bed. She was still sleepy. She rarely slept at night. She required restful sleep. However, all of her laziness vanished in an instant when her brother's words, "Your friend is here," suddenly popped into her head. She felt blood rush through her veins. Her heart is beating faster. She was experiencing unintentional stress in her mind.
She jumped out of the bed and headed towards the living room.
Suhana felt an unknown sensation surge when she saw Kirti. She was already there, talking to her parents. Her heart shrank with fear—are they talking about me?
"Here she is," her mother said, "please take a seat; I am making tea."
Suhana felt her feet and heart start pacing faster.
"Nnn noh!" "Mom, we have a lot of studying to do, so let's go to my room," she said, muttering all her courage to Kirti.
"Common Suhana, your friend has come after a long time; why are you in a hurry?" Her mother scolded Suhana.
"That's what I keep saying to her aunty—don't just make studying your burden," Kirti said, pulling Suhana to sit beside her.
Suhana's condition here is that she was trembling with fear. Sitting next to her is no longer a casual thing; she is her mistress now.
"It looks like you are in a hurry," Kirti asked Suhana. when her mother was gone.
"Nnn, oh, I'm just," Suhana mumbled and stammered.
"Fuck! "You smell so good," Kirti said, fondling her hair.
Suhana shuddered with fear at her words and her touch.
They were talking when her mother came up with tea and snacks.
They all talked while having snacks. Suhana's mom was asking about Kirti's mom. They both were good friends too, but not the way you were thinking. It's the "casual parents become friends" type of friendship.
while Suhana was just listening and pretending to be as normal as she could.
Suhana observed the strange gym bag that she was carrying. "What did she have in that bag?" Suhana thought.
Suhana was leading, and Kirti was following. They turned to climb the stairs, and Kirti grabbed her ass. Suhana felt frozen; her heart skipped a beat at the sudden touch of her mistress—what if her mom saw all this?
"Keep climbing," Kirti ordered.
Suhana teetered forward, helpless and terrified.
"Don't worry, she isn't looking at you," Kirti said. and awarded her a slap on the bum. Suhana gasped but kept moving forward with fleeting feet.
"I've always admired your puffy, soft butts," she mocked.
They climbed the stairs like that, like Kirti was humiliating her with her words and harassing her with her hands.
Entering the room, Suhana turned to close the door.
"Do we really need to close the door?" Kirti asked her.
Suhana felt her hands freeze at her command.
Kirti smiled at it. "Okay! Close it! "But don't lock it," Kirti suggested. This girl's sole purpose is to make her feel compelled.
Suhana turned. She was standing unperturbed. It appears to be waiting for a command. She hadn't had the courage to look her in the eyes.
"Strip," Kirti ordered.
Suhana felt it in her stomach—an unknown sensation.
She unhooked and peeled her Midi from her body.
She put on this dress expecting it to impress her; she expected her to comment on it. but she didn't even notice.
Suhana recalled an event from last night: "strip means complete nudity."
So she removed her bra and pants too. She was completely naked, waiting for her next command.
"Hands behind your head," Kirti ordered.
Suhna quickly followed.
"Now turn around," Kirti ordered.
Suhana followed. Shuhana heard footsteps coming towards her. Her heart skipped a beat.
Kirti was walking around her, inspecting her slave meticulously.
"Spread your legs." "Bend over," Kirti ordered. Suhana followed.
Her holes were now clearly visible, which Kirti was examining.
"Stand up!" Kirti ordered, "This is the inspection pose." "And there will be
inspection twice a week."
"Inspection!" "What kind of inspection?" Suhana mused in her mind. Before she took a breath and understood, another order came from her mistress,
"Turn around!" "Step forward!" "Walk! Walk! Stop!"
She stopped when she almost reached the wall. "Kneel!" she was being ordered. "This is the waiting position. "Slaves wait like this when instructed to do so," Kirti stated.
She came to a halt a few steps ahead of her. Her head was bowed. Looking at the high-knee, sophisticated boots of Kirti, who wears such boots on regular days, is she here for hiking or what? Suhana wondered.
Kirti gave the order to kneel.
Suhana bent down on her knees before her boot. She can smell the lather. "Why is she wearing such lather?" Suhana thought. She was breathless after a normal walk in her room. This isn't the walk that made her; it's the arousal she felt as a result of this simple act of humiliation.
The authoritative presence of her mistress and her stern commands kept
She was feeling defenseless in the powerful presence of her mistress.
