Anita was in her mid 30s, brown eyed, a little chubby, and a dark haired goddess. She was considered above average at 5’6 inches and 64kgs for an Indian woman, but her height only complemented the rest of her aesthetics, and her meaty body elevated her status. She wouldn’t be conventionally beautiful, but her objectification and sexualisation automatically beautified her. She had huge breasts at 32F, which were the largest size I’d even seen in my life. It was very tough for me to keep my eyes off her chest, so I would always look away, however rarely I spoke to her, to avoid getting caught staring. She kept herself fit through yoga and zumba, and had a 28 inch waist, and 36 inch ass which only seemed to grow fatter after she decided to join the gym. She had a stern look on her face, the sort which made you sumbit to her almost instantly. I wanted to tell her all my secrets if she so much as raised her eyebrow.

I remember the first time I met her. I realized my house was locked, and I really needed to use the washroom so I knocked at her door and said, “Sorry for the trouble, but our house is locked and nobody seems at home? Could I use your toilet?” She looked at me squirm at her doorstep, and waited for a few seconds like a sadist and just said “Hmmm” and moved out of the way to let me enter. I walked past her quickly and entered the toilet at the end of the hall and dropped my pants to pee. I didn’t even realize I forgot to lock the door, until I heard her enter from behind. My first reaction was to cover my crotch, and look over my shoulder to see who it was, and WHY? I saw Anita walk into the washroom leaving the door ajar, which made me feel like we had the home to ourselves, otherwise she wouldn’t attempt such a bold move. She turned me around, and looked at me in my semi naked state, with my pants on the floor and my hands covering my crotch.

She looked at him from top to bottom, and it made me feel uneasy. It felt almost voyeuristic, and the irony was that the roles were reversed. She had sick smile on her face and said, “Remove your hands.” The three words shocked me, and I froze, unable to react. She slapped me across the face, which brought me back to reality, and I said, “I’m sorry?” as if I didn’t hear her the first time. She said loudly, and strictly, with wide eyes and an angry face, “Are you deaf? I said REMOVE YOUR HANDS!” and hit my hands hard which in turn stung my cock, and I groaned with pain, removing my hands out of instinct. She smiled again, and looked at my exposed genitals. Suddenly, she grabbed my cock with her left hand, which made very hard suddenly. She squeezed my cock, and my balls, which made me feel pleasure within pain. She slapped my dick hard, left and right, while I stood there, frozen in fear and sexual frustration. She would jerk it, a few strokes to keep me hard, but not enough to make me cum. She was very rough with me, and said, “All this time and I thought you would have a bigger dick, not this 5 inch toy.” She spoke very few words, but was very critical with all of them.

She then proceeded to jerk me off, with slow and long strokes, after giving me blue balls for 10 minutes and slapping my cock. She would fondle my testicles, only heightening the pleasure. She said, “You will cum in your underwear.” Her dominating tone, and resting bitch face, made me cream myself in my underwear, as I haphazardly pulled my pants up when I was close, and came to my heart’s content. A sense of relief swept my face, which was gone within a few seconds because she slapped me again, on my face this time. I was left staring at the floor when she said, “You will cum only when I want you to. You will only cum only IF I want you to. Understand?” No part of me could deny this goddess. I stood there contemplating a response, and no part of me wanted to say no, so I simply nodded a yes, and walked past her silently outside the washroom. I guess, she had known my meek nature all along, and waited to take advantage of my submissive qualities. I imagine her smiling triumphantly over her shoulder, while I walked out with loud heartbeats only I could hear.

From then on, our dynamics had changed quite a lot. Not much in front of the world, but a whole lot between the two of us. The first time she called me after “the incident”, was when she told my mom to send me to her house to get some mangoes. The only mangoes I could concentrate on were on her chest, as she stood in front of me only in her blouse and petticoat. She called me closer with one finger. I inched closer, and she pulled on the belt hook on my jeans and there was only the air that separated us. She stared into my eyes, and then looked at my crotch which seemed to bulging slowly. I knew what that look meant, and I immediately dropped my pants and stood still. She sat on her knees and pulled my underwear again, and proceeded to grope and fondle my balls. She could feel my testicles swollen and my dick, begging for a release. She looked up at my face, smiled, and then slapped my cock again. She stood up, pulled my cheek like a kid, and laughed saying, “Hah! Pathetic! Won’t jerk off without mommy’s permission!” Helplessly, I moped and looked at the floor. She pulled my phone from my pocket and said, “I will text you late at night, await my instructions.” while she saved her number in phone as “Mistress.”

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