Suresh the Family Cfnm Slave

The third day of Suresh's naked slavery had barely begun when Lalitha stormed into Kavitha's house, her face flushed with anger. "Where's Anushka?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fury.

Kavitha raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "In the bedroom," she replied calmly.

Lalitha's gaze, meanwhile, flickered over to Suresh, who was busy folding laundry in the corner, his face flushed with embarrassment. Lalitha did a double take. She was always indifferent to her sister and her nephew. She had married into a well-to-do family, while Kavitha had married a much poorer person. While she never discouraged Anushka from freely mingling with Suresh, she always maintained an air of superiority. Now, she found further proof of her superiority as she saw her sister's son.

For, her nephew was naked. Completely naked! Not a stitch on! Bare as board!

As she saw that organ, she found that a suspicion she had for a long time was true. Suresh's organ was beyond massive. It was, she could calculate, thrice as large as her husband's. Was this inherited? Was that why Kavitha had married Suresh's father? She looked admiringly at that tallywacker for a minute before remembering why she was here. Kavitha wasted no time summarizing the situation--Anushka's grade tampering, the punishment she was enduring, and the twisted household dynamics that had formed. Lalitha's lips twitched in amusement, but her anger was not so easily quelled.

Without another word, she stormed into the only bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Moments later, the walls echoed with the sound of a heated shouting match between mother and daughter. Kavitha sighed, shaking her head. Suresh could hear muffled voices from the bedroom, but the words were indistinguishable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lalitha emerged from the room, her face tight with resolution. "Anushka is grounded," she declared sharply. "No football or basketball games for the rest of her holiday. And, if she stays at our house, I cannot stop her from playing video games and computer games. So she will stay here for the next two months."

Anushka's face was a mixture of frustration and resignation as she followed her mother out of the room. She wasn't thrilled about missing her practices, but she was secretly pleased to stay close to Suresh, knowing she could harass him. The only thing that soured her mood was the thought of watching Varsha head off to her own football practice, looking perfectly put together, while she was stuck here.

Later that day, as Varsha prepared to leave for her practice, she stopped by to chuckle at Suresh's predicament. "You know, naked boy!" she said teasingly, "it's funny how you were the one who washed and ironed all my practice clothes this morning, and yet here you are, naked."

The sight of Varsha walking confidently out the door, ready to play the sport Anushka loved, sent a fresh wave of frustration through her. Without warning, she grabbed Suresh by the arm and spanked him five times, each blow harder than the last. "That's for making me miss out on my practice!" she snapped.

Suresh took the blows silently, his eyes focused on the ground. He knew better than to argue. A few minutes later, Kavitha returned from her morning jog, sweat glistening on her forehead. "Suresh," she called, sitting down on the couch. "My feet are sore. Massage them for me."

Suresh hurried to obey, kneeling at her feet and beginning the massage with trembling hands. Anushka, who was watching nearby, reached down and spanked him once more. "From now on, whenever any woman tells you to massage her feet, you'll kiss each foot five times and ask for permission to begin. And if she wants more, she'll let you know."

Suresh gulped, nodding in understanding. He bent down, pressing soft kisses to each of Kavitha's feet before hesitantly asking, "May I begin, mom?"

Kavitha smiled in approval. "Go ahead," she said with a wave of her hand.

Suresh did his best, but it was clear he had no idea how to give a proper massage. His movements were clumsy, his touch unsure. Anushka watched with a gleam in her eye. "You know," she mused, "my friend Brinda is learning to be a masseuse. Maybe I'll invite her over to train you properly." She smiled wickedly, enjoying the way Suresh paled at the thought of yet another woman seeing him in this state. The rest of the day was slightly more relaxed for Suresh. Despite Anushka's stern demeanor, they played indoor games together in the afternoon. Suresh, eager to please her, even let her win a few rounds, knowing how much she had sacrificed for him.

Anushka's temper softened as the day wore on, but she remained firm, reminding Suresh of his place all the time. The reminder was hardly necessary since Anushka was always regally sitting on a chair, and, of course, was wearing clothes. Her legs were also crossed with her free leg always inches away from Suresh's face. Suresh, on the other hand, was completely naked and sitting on the floor.

Nandan's second day of servitude stretched endlessly, with the duplex house offering no shortage of chores to be done. First came the task of cleaning. Armed with a mop and a bucket of soapy water, he scrubbed the floors of the large living room, kitchen, and multiple bedrooms. The house, with its two stories, felt like a vast, never-ending maze of surfaces that needed his attention. Every corner was to be meticulously dusted, every inch of the floor spotless.

The worst part was that Rashmi and Nireeksha were always close by, watching him work. His face flushed with embarrassment as he moved around naked, acutely aware of their amused glances and pointed comments. He could never escape their presence, which made the humiliation all the more unbearable.

It was hard enough for Nandan, who had been a lazy bum until that point. Doing it with his bum, and everything else, of course, exposed was much worse. Even in an empty room he felt like he was being watched; and more and more he wasn't in empty rooms.

The two of them started watching TV when he was doing the hall sofa, they needed some snacks when he was cleaning the sink, and they decided to polish their nails while he was folding clothes in their room. The light bulb, however, was getting out of hand. They both felt the need to hold the chair that he stood on to change the light bulb.

Completely naked, he was standing on the chair. Mom and Nireeksha, his elder sister, were standing on the floor.

In that position, both their heads were both below his organ. When they looked up, they would see his balls and then his organ. This angle was new and their smile only became more contemptuous after they looked up. His organ, though puny, was at it's full mast. Their giggles shamed him further.

Shame! Shame! He thought to himself as he looked down. It was further shaming when even his full grown organ was obscuring only a tiny portion of their head further telling him how small he was.

By this second day of his forced nudity he felt completely powerless around them. And yet, the same attention made his organ power up as he seemed to have a perpetual erection. It ached, and he knew that he wouldn't be allowed to do what he needed to do to make it go away. Ad yet, he knew that, that night, he was in for aa long session.

As Nandan moved on to the next chore, cleaning the bathrooms, Rashmi and Nireeksha reflected on the change in him. He was more focused and efficient, determined to avoid any further punishments like the one he had endured. Rashmi and Nireeksha exchanged knowing looks as they watched him clean, silently acknowledging that their tactic had worked. The previous day's punishment of denying him the toilet had been the final trick. It had broken his defiance and instilled a sense of urgency in him. Now, Nandan no longer had any illusions about his position. He was their naked slave and nothing more.