Sheila retired to her room but the thought of what just happened made her terribly excited. This arrangement had turned out even better than she had expected. Her new son in law was not only as submissive as she had hoped, he even seemed to be a little excited at the situation she had put him in. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation. She could not wait to invite Jas's stud college friends over for the party tomorrow and see how he felt in front of those brawny dudes. But most importantly, she knew his smooth hairless body and long tongue would be as useful for her as for her daughter. She could not help thinking of Biju, the young boy who was their servant many many years ago.
Biju had been sent Sheila's aunt from a small village in Punjab as a household help. He had just turned eighteen and was unemployed. He had been sent to the city to study and earn a little money by working for Sheila. He would live with them and all they had to do was feed him and pay him minimum wage. His day would start at 6AM in the kitchen where he would put water to boil for the tea. Along with that, he would cook Jas' school lunch.
Poor Biju would slave through the day and endure Sheila's acidic tongue and hard slaps for three meals a day and the hope that one day he could study and lead a better life. He would often get slapped and hit by her. Sheila would often find fault with him for no reason or just to trouble him. She would often stand in the kitchen and scrutinize his cooking and point out unnecessary flaws. Biju could often hear her insult him in front of neighbors and other family members. She would often lament what a useless person he was and how she had to put up with him because she was obligated to help her distant relative.
But Sheila had a specific purpose in mind when she insulted and abused Biju. She wanted to to show Jas how men should really be treated. She wanted to teach her that women should never have to suffer at the hands of a man like she had in the early days of her marriage. Often when Biju would make a mistake , normally because he was so tired, she would push him against the wall and press his head with the palm of her hand. Then she would ask him to stand with his arms up in the air. Jas would then be told to slap him because he was a worthless male. Jas would do it pretty softly most of the times and then Sheila with her heavy hand would slap the poor boy so hard that his fact would be swollen and he would have blood on his lips.
"See this is how you treat boys and men in general. They are worthless imbeciles good for nothing. Keep then under the tip of your feet otherwise they will stand on your head and piss all over you. And always remember that if you want to power over them, take charge over their little penis. Let me show you," Sheila said authoritatively.
She took off Biju's shorts. And then caressed him like a baby. Sheila then kissed him all over his face and massaged his little dick. Biju was so shocked with the love that he relaxed. His little cock began to swell. Sheila's long red nails were all over it and she began to stroke it till the cock had grown fully hard.
"You see this. Now he is totally under my power. I can make him do whatever I want," Jas smiled diabolically. "Whatever?"
"Yes dear, whatever," Sheila continues to stroke Biju's cock but then dug her nails in his balls hard when she felt he might cum. "What were you thinking?"
"Hmm! Not sure," Jas was lost in thought but kept smiling.