I (Arundhati- 43) opened my room.
My student, Ayesha (21) was sitting in front of me. Her soft, innocent body wrapped in a burqa was trembling with the events that were to happen next. I lit a cigarette and then said to Ayesha, "Take off your clothes, they are obstructing your aura."
Ayesha bowed her head and started obeying my order. Ayesha took off her burqa and was now only in bra and panties.
Her thin but fair body seemed to be trembling in the air of the AC. I ordered Ayesha, "Go and take a shower, but keep yourself wet, I want to see your submission."
Ayesha went with me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was getting wet, trembling but no sound came out of her mouth except trembling.
I called her out and then gestured her to sit on the carpet spread on the floor. Ayesha was sitting on her knees and was looking at me with trembling eyes.
Water was dripping from her wet hair, drops of water were glistening on her body and she was eager to hear my words.
Backstory:
I (Arundhati) had created a good image among everyone in the college with my behavior. Being a psychology professor, I had a good understanding of human emotions. Being a divorcee, I lived alone in a flat, with my German Shepherd Duke.
Due to my mysterious personality, people were eager to connect with me but I did not pay any attention to them. I had a student, Ayesha, who lived in a hostel and was impressed by me.
She was from a conservative Muslim family and was often scared, especially of men. I counselled her to help her and during this I came to know about the fear that was deeply embedded in her soul.
She was a rape victim, she was raped by her close relative and when the matter came to light, her family also disowned her.
She looked for support in me and even requested me to adopt her.
I am a free-spirited woman and I don't believe in relationships but Ayesha's innocence attracted me to her.
I invited Ayesha to my house so that we can take our relationship forward.
Present:
I am sitting comfortably on the couch, the smoke from my cigarette rising upwards, as I look at my beloved student. She is sitting at my feet, in minimal clothing, shivering from the cold. Her eyes are cast downwards, awaiting my every command.
I take a long drag of the cigarette, and look at her face. Her features are delicate, but also strong, which draws me to her.
Ayesha's hands are placed on her thighs, palms upwards, indicating her vulnerability. I feel her desire for attention, her craving for my care. It is a desire I am eager to fulfill.
"Aisha," I say, my voice low and husky, "I want to give you a task."
She looks up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Bring Duke," I order, calling my faithful dog's name. Duke is my German Shepherd who is devoted and fiercely loyal to me.
Ayesha rises, her movements fluid, and brings Duke in from the next room. The dog's tail is wagging excitedly as he walks behind her. Duke greets me with a slight growl.
"Good boy, Duke," I say, stroking his ears.
Ayesha stands in front of me, her eyes questioning and filled with fear for Duke.
"Aisha, I want you to kiss Duke's tongue," I command, my voice stern but mocking.
Her eyes look at me, and I see her hesitation. But she knows not to disobey my command.
"But ma'am, I can't do that. If Duke bites me, my life will be hell." Aisha said in a trembling voice.
I laughed and said, "Trust me, Duke will never harm you. I know how to strike fear and cruelty out of people."
She kneels beside Duke, her hands caressing the dog's face. The dog's tongue lolls out, eager for attention. My maid's lips touch his, and he hesitates. The look of fear is clear on his face, and Duke's touch sends shivers down his spine.
"Deeper, Aisha," I encourage, my voice husky. "Show Duke how much you love me."
Her lips touch Duke's again, and the dog enjoys her attention. The Duke's tongue began to move in Aisha's mouth and his saliva had drenched Aisha's face.
Aisha shivered, at this dangerous feeling. I watch, mesmerized, as my slave obeys me. Her willingness to obey me is a gift to me.
As they part, my slave's eyes look up at me, seeking my praise. She clings to my legs, as if seeking a safe place to rest.
"Very good, Aisha," I praise, my voice warm. "You have pleased me."
Duke, sensing the tension, kisses my maid's hand, as he sometimes kisses my feet to express his submission.
"Thank you, Mistress," she says, gratitude in her voice.
I take the last drag of my cigarette, and extinguish it in the ashtray.
"Come to me, Aisha," I say, beckoning her to me.
She gets up, her movements fluid, and sits beside me on the couch. I put my arm around her, pulling her close.
"You're mine, Pete. You're my bitch," I say, my voice in her ear. "Body, heart, and soul. Never forget that."
Her hands grab mine, holding me tight.
"I won't forget, Mistress," she promises, her voice nearly unaudible.
In this moment, I know our bond is unbreakable. My slave's obedience is a gift to me, which I treasure. Aisha embraced my feet and expressed her feelings by licking my soles.