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Slave Ka Safar: Part 4

Delhi ki raat ek gehri chhuppi mein doobi thi, aur Meera ke Hauz Khas apartment mein, baarish ki awaaz ek faint rhythm ki tarah goonj rahi thi. Arjun ka dil ab bhi us scene se toota hua tha—Meera aur Rohan ka intimate moment, jo usne galti se dekha tha. Dinner ke baad, jab Rohan apne ghar chala gaya, Arjun ne Meera ke liye saare kaam pure kiye—plates saaf kiye, kitchen chamkayi, aur Meera ke kapde neatly fold kiye. Raat ke 11 baj chuke the jab woh Meera ke saamne khada hua, uska chehra thakawat aur dard ka mixture. “Sab kaam ho gaya, Rani,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek emotional crack tha.

Meera, apne satin ka Levis night suit mein couch pe baithi thi, uski perfectly polished nails haathon aur pairon pe chamak rahe the, ek true mistress ki tarah. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, ek chhoti si smile ke saath. “Good boy,” usne kaha, uska tone soft lekin commanding. Lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark thi, jo Arjun ko darr aur excitement dono deta tha. Usne apne baal peeche kiye aur kaha, “Ab punishment ka time hai.”

Arjun ka dil dhadak utha. Usne apna dard chhupane ki koshish ki, lekin uska junoon usse rok nahi saka. Usne ek saans li aur emotional ho gaya, uska femdom loyalty ek pal ke liye bhool gaya. “Aapne mujhe Rohan ke saath cheat kiya,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein dard aur gussa. “Hum lovers hain, hum ek doosre ke desires pure karte hain. Aapne mera dil tod diya. Aapne mujhe kabhi touch nahi kiya, kiss nahi kiya, aur Rohan ke saath… aap woh sab kar rahi thi. Maine aapki har khwahish puri ki, phir bhi aapne mere saath aisa kyun kiya?”

Meera ne Arjun ko chupchap suna, uski aankhein ek pal ke liye bhi nahi hili. Uska confidence thodi si bhi nahi dikhra. Usne calmly pucha, “Arjun, kya tu mere rules mein rehna chahta hai? Kya tujhe femdom chahiye?” Arjun ka dil toot raha tha, lekin uska junoon usse jawab dene pe majboor karta tha. “Haan, Meera,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek desperate surrender.

Meera ne uska jawab suna aur bina soche bol diya, “Toh ab se ek naya rule shuru hota hai. Tu mera naam nahi lega, na hi mere baare mein sochega. Agar tune yeh rule toda, toh yeh tera sabse bada mistake hoga.” Usne apni aankhein Arjun pe lock ki aur kaha, “Tune ab tak do mistakes kiye—ek, mujhe bina permission dekha, aur doosra, mera naam liya abhi. Aur ab punishment milegi.”

Arjun ne sar jhukaya, uska darr uske junoon ke saath mix ho raha tha. “Yes, Ma’am,” usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek strange devotion. Meera ne pucha, “Tujhe meri touch aur kiss chahiye, na?” Arjun ne dheere se kaha, “Yes, Ma’am.” Meera uske jawab ka wait kar rahi thi, aur jab usne suna, uski smile mein ek cruel edge aaya.

“Scotch tape le aa,” usne hukum diya. Arjun ne jaldi se tape ka roll nikala aur Meera ke saamne rakha. Meera couch pe baithi rahi, uske legs hall table pe rakhe, uski presence ek mistress ki tarah overwhelming. “Apne kapde utaar,” usne kaha, uska tone itna sakht ki Arjun ka dil dhadak utha. Arjun ne hesitate kiya, uska shyness uspe haavi ho gaya. Meera ne uski taraf dekha aur kaha, “Yeh tera teesra mistake hai—tune mera hukum nahi maana.” Arjun ne jaldi se apne kapde utare, underwear bhi, aur Meera ke saamne khada ho gaya, apne private parts ko haathon se chhupate hue. Uska chehra sharm se laal tha—usne aisa pehle kabhi nahi kiya tha. Uska penis, darr ke maare chhota ho gaya tha, aur lambi hair ne uski sharm aur badha di.

Meera ne kaha, “Haath peeche kar.” Arjun ne apne haath peeche kiye, aur Meera ne khadi hokar scotch tape li, uske haathon ko tightly bandh diya, jaise handcuffs. Ab Arjun uske saamne khada tha, completely vulnerable. Meera wapas couch pe baithi, uske legs table pe rakhe, aur hukum diya, “Ghutno pe baith aur mere pair chum, jab tak main na rokun.” Usne “jab tak main na rokun” pe zor diya, aur Arjun ka dil darr se kamp gaya. Usne socha ki yeh punishment ka hissa hai, lekin uska femdom junoon usse yeh sab accept karne pe majboor karta tha.

Arjun ne Meera ke pairon ko chumna shuru kiya, uske polished nails ke paas dheere-dheere. Ek minute tak usne chuma, lekin galti se usne Meera ke pair ke sole ko lick karna shuru kar diya, sochkar ki yeh uski khushi badhayega. Meera ko yeh pasand toh aaya, lekin yeh punishment ka time tha, aur usne Arjun ke chehre pe apne pair se ek sakht thappad maara. Arjun dard se cheekh utha, uske haath bandhe hue the, aur woh zameen pe gir gaya. Meera ne khadi hokar dobara uske chehre pe pair se ek aur thappad maara, phir wapas couch pe baith gayi. “Wapas aa,” usne hukum diya, uski awaaz mein koi daya nahi.

Arjun, aansuon ke saath, ghutno pe wapas aaya. Usne rokar pucha, “Aapne mujhe aise kyun maara?” Meera ne kaha, “Tu mujhse sawal karta hai? Tu mujhe batata hai kya sahi hai, kya galat? Aur tune meri permission ke bina kuch kiya—yeh tera aur ek mistake hai. Main soch rahi thi ki maine tujhpe control loose kar diya, lekin ab main tujhpe poora control lungi, itna ki tu kabhi na bhule.”

Arjun ka darr uske dil ko chhoo raha tha. Meera ne kaha, “Tujhe meri touch chahiye, na?” Usne Arjun ko khada hone ko kaha. Jaise hi woh khada hua, Meera ne ek haath se uske balls pakde aur doosre haath se uska penis. Usne pehle penis ko dheere se fold kiya, smooth movements ke saath, lekin phir suddenly uske balls pe ek sakht grip kiya. Arjun ka dard se control chhoot gaya, woh cheekh utha. Meera ne uska penis tightly pakda, taaki woh chhoot na sake, aur balls ko aur zor se crush kiya. Arjun ro raha tha, maafi mang raha tha, lekin uske haath bandhe hue the, aur woh Meera ke haathon mein trapped tha. “Please, Ma’am, mujhe chhod do,” usne kaha, lekin Meera ne 20 seconds tak uska dard badhaya, phir dheere se grip loose kiya.

“Chillaye toh main yeh 10 minute tak karungi,” usne kaha. Arjun ne apne dard ko chupke se sehna shuru kiya, uska jism kaanp raha tha. Meera ne do minute tak loose aur hard grips kiye, Arjun ka dard uski sehmahat se paar ho raha tha. Woh jump karta, chhootne ki koshish mein, lekin Meera ne usse tightly pakda. Teen minute baad, Meera ne usse chhoda, aur Arjun dard se zameen pe gir gaya, uska jism thakawat aur dard se bheega hua.

Meera ne teesre mistake ke liye ek aur punishment diya. Arjun abhi bhi zameen pe tha, jab Meera ne apne legs wide kiye aur uske balls pe ek perfect target banakar sakht kick maara. Arjun cheekh utha, uska dard asahniya tha. Meera ne uski taraf dekha bhi nahi, bas apne room mein chali gayi, Arjun ko wahi chhod diya. Do ghante tak, raat ke 1 baje, Arjun dard mein zameen pe pada raha. Jab Meera wapas aayi, usne uske haathon ka tape khola aur kaha, “Nikal ja.” Arjun, dard aur aansuon ke saath, turant bahar chala gaya.

Jaate waqt, Meera ne ek line boli, “Agar tujhe femdom chahiye, kal wapas aa.” Arjun apne ghar gaya, uska dard aur torture uske zehen mein goonj raha tha. Usne bed pe letkar socha—Meera ka control, uska dard, uski devotion—yeh sab uski zindagi ka hissa tha. Meera ka plan perfectly execute ho raha tha. Arjun ka dil toot chuka tha, lekin uska junoon usse kal wapas le jayega.

Yeh safar abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Meera ka dominance aur Arjun ka surrender ek naye level pe tha, aur unka game aur intense ho raha tha. Kya Arjun Meera ka lifelong slave ban payega, ya yeh dard usse hara dega? Baarish ke saath, unki kahani ek naye mod pe thi.

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