As Shreya stepped through the door of her modest 2-bedroom apartment, her gaze swept over the familiar scene. Shreya, a modest-looking but firm office executive, wore a tailored black pantsuit, exuding confidence and professionalism. Her sleek blouse was adorned with a delicate silver brooch, a subtle touch of elegance. Despite the long day at work, her demeanor remained composed as she took in the sight of their cozy apartment.
The living room was adorned with simple yet tasteful décor--a plush sofa adorned with colorful throw pillows, a sleek coffee table stacked with magazines, and a vibrant rug tying the room together. The aroma of the expensive air freshener, which she had insisted on despite its cost, lingered in the air, welcoming her. She loved catching the scent as soon as she walked in.
Approaching her husband, Arjun, who was seated at his makeshift home office, Shreya wore a gentle yet determined expression. "Arjun, we need to talk," she began, her voice soft but firm.
Arjun glanced up from his computer, a hint of apprehension flickering in his eyes as he anticipated the conversation ahead. "What's on your mind, Shreya?" he asked, his tone cautious.
With a sigh, Shreya launched into the familiar discussion, reminding Arjun of their agreement to address his forgetfulness. "You know we made a deal to manage your forgetful nature," she said, her voice tinged with patience. "I understand you have a lot on your plate, but these tasks can't keep slipping through the cracks."
Arjun hesitated, his shoulders slumping slightly as he grappled with the reality of his shortcomings. "I know, Shreya, but sometimes things slip my mind," he admitted, his tone tinged with guilt. " I am sorry. I was just too busy today."
Shreya reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I know it's not easy, but we need to find a way to make this work," she said gently, her eyes meeting his with unwavering resolve. "Let's stick to our agreement, okay?"
"Come on, Shreya. Do we really have to?"
"Arjun, a promise is a promise. We did this specifically to ensure that the thought of it would ensure that you would take extra care not to forget things. If we don't enforce, then you don't have the incentive to take the extra effort. Your logical mind surely understands this."
Reluctantly, Arjun nodded, understanding the importance of honoring their commitment to each other. She saw the acceptance come into his eyes.
"All right, your promise was that whenever you forget these things, you will remove one item of clothing for every item that you forgot. Are you agreeing to it now."
"Yes, Shreya."
Shreya slapped him. She was viciously strong. Far stronger than he was. He knew that, while these dominating tactics was just a play for him, she took it seriously. She already dominated him in many aspects. His mother raising him with an iron fist had made him meek with women. He knew that, Shreya could have taken much bigger advantage of him if she wanted to. And so, whenever she got into these moods, he accepted her superiority without a word.
"Sorry, madam. Yes, I will remove one item of clothing for every missed task."
"Correct. Now, you missed 4 tasks. So, you need to remove 4 items." Shreya replied, smiling sweetly.
Arjun was aghast. He had not calculated that! He was only wearing a T-shirt, pants and underwear. That meant, oh no! At first, he thought of pleading with her. But then, looking at her cruel smile, he knew that was not going to be productive. And, in any case, he would only be naked in front of her so he didn't feel anything wrong. And so, he himself started smiling. He knew that, once he got naked, she wouldn't generally be able to resist him. And the reason was evident when he pulled his underwear even before he pulled his T-shirt.
Shreya always insisted he wore lengthier tops. Whether shirts or T-shirts, she always insisted that his tops should be well near his knees. He never understood why but he followed her. This was one of the marks of her domination with him. She decided what he wore, what he ate and so on. He followed because of his meek nature, and also, admittedly, he did look better with the clothes she told him to buy. Now, with him bottomless, the T-shirt did extend up to his knees at first. While this ensured that his backside was covered well enough, the front-side, however, was not adequate.
For, Arjun was gigantic. His cock was a marked contrast to his generally meek character. When Shreya agreed to sleep with him for the first time, it was just out of pity. However, when he got naked, she was flabbergasted. She could see it was bigger than her last two partners, put together. In fact, even flaccid, it was bigger than her previous partner's fully erect state. And equally girthy, if that was even a word. She chuckled even now as she thought about how, back then, she decided that her mouth had better things to do than to come up with new words.
Now, 8 years later, she still felt the same excitement and arousal as she saw him getting hard as a rock with his own arousal. Under the long T-shirt, the tallywacker was rising to its biggest state. The outline was fully visible and it was already pushing the shirt away. Eager to come out. She snapped her fingers and Arjun put his hands on his T-shirt. Slowly, he pulled it up. With methodical slowness, as though he was hoping that if he gave that extra time, she would change her mind. At the same time, the slow reveal was turning out to be quite the show. Once the hem of the T-shirt crossed his hip, the cock disconnected itself from the shirt. Uninhibited, it stood at attention as a salute. A salute to her! His partner! His superior and his mistress in every way.
She walked and sat on the sofa. This further heightened the difference between them.
Him, naked as the day he was born! Completely naked! Not a stitch on! Bare as board! Standing at attention, waiting for her next command.
Her, dressed to the nines in her office attire. She looked like a proper executive as she sat on the sofa looking at her prey with contempt. Arjun was still quite proud of himself and did not even attempt to cover himself. As usual, he realised, with a tinge of pride that covering himself with his hands hardly made any difference. His organ was a monster and his hands were woefully inadequate to cover it. Shreya had her usual fill before looking up.
"The math still does not add up, though!"
"No, madam." He was now in his meek state. It was as if, his mind, his body, his psyche and his soul was all shed away along with his clothes. It always happened. The moment he got naked in front of her, he was hers. To do as she pleased. His mindset itself completely changed. If she told him to do anything, his only options, even in his own mind were to do it instantly or plead with her to change her mind. Usually, such pleadings invited further punishment but he could not help himself.
