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Slave Ka Safar: Part 5

 Delhi ki raat ek gehri khamoshi mein doobi thi, aur Arjun apne chhote se room mein bed pe pada tha, aansuon se bheega hua. Meera ka torture—uske balls pe kicks, slaps, aur crushing—uske jism aur dil pe gehre nishaan chhod gaya tha. Usne raat bhar ro ro kar socha, lekin jab woh soya, uske sapne femdom ke junoon se bhare the. Meera ka control, uski commanding awaaz, uski polished nails wali ungliyan—yeh sab uske zehen mein ghoom raha tha. Uska dard usse door le ja raha tha, lekin uska femdom pyaar usse wapas Meera ke paas kheench raha tha. Subah jab woh utha, usne ek femdom video dekha, masturbate kiya, aur apne dil ke dohrah mein khoya raha—jaaye Meera ke paas ya na jaaye? Uska junoon jeet gaya. Woh college ke liye taiyaar hua, apna routine follow kiya—classes, Gurgaon ki IT job—aur raat ko Meera ke apartment ke darwaze pe khada tha, uska dil darr aur devotion se dhadak raha tha.

Arjun ne darwaza khatkhataya, uska sar jhuka hua, ek perfect slave ki tarah. Meera ne darwaza khola, uski satin night suit mein ek goddess jaisi presence, aur Arjun ko dekhte hi woh zor se hasne lagi. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, uska sar jhuka hua, aur kaha, “Kapde utaar, yahin pe. Phir andar aa.” Arjun shock mein tha—bahar, apartment ke corridor mein? Usne idhar-udhar dekha, koi nahi tha, aur dheere se apne saare kapde utaar diye, uska chehra sharm se laal. Woh nanga Meera ke ghar mein dakhil hua, uska dil darr se kaanp raha tha, lekin uska junoon usse aage badha raha tha.

Meera couch pe baithi thi, uske legs hall table pe rakhe, uski polished nails chamak rahe the. Usne haath ke ishare se Arjun ko paas bulaya. Arjun uske bagal mein khada hua, uska jism nanga, completely vulnerable. Meera ne uske balls haath mein pakde, kuch kiye bina, bas uske chehre pe darr dikhane ke liye. Do minute tak usne unhe pakda, Arjun ka darr uske chehre pe saaf dikh raha tha, kal ka torture uske zehen mein taaza tha. Meera ne dheere se pucha, “Dard ho raha hai? Ready hai punishment ke liye? Mera ball grab dekhna chahta hai? Apne balls khona chahta hai? Meri entertainment ke liye taiyaar hai? Mujhe good feel karane ke liye? Mujhe Goddess, Mistress, Ma’am bolne ke liye? Mere liye marne ke liye?” Har sawal ke saath uski awaaz aur intense hoti thi, aur Arjun chup raha, uska darr usse bolne nahi de raha tha.

Meera ne suddenly uske balls ko ek haath se crush kiya, aur Arjun ka dard ek pal mein hell ban gaya. Woh cheekh utha, ro raha tha, lekin Meera ne kaha, “Har response mein tujhe accept karna hai aur thanks bolna hai.” Arjun ne ro ro kar maafi maangi, “Sorry, Ma’am, please chhod do,” lekin Meera ne usse do minute tak chhoda nahi. Jab usne finally loose kiya, Arjun zameen pe gir gaya, aansuon mein dooba hua, dard se kaanpta hua.

Meera ne khadi hokar naye rules bataye, uski awaaz ek queen ki tarah. “Ab se tu mujhe kabhi chhod nahi sakta. Jo main bolu, tu karega—agar main suicide bolu, toh tu karega. Mere saamne tu kapde nahi pehnega. College mein mujhe dekhega, toh roz punishment mangega. Tu mere saath yahan mere ghar rahega, apna saara luggage le aa. Tu tab soyega jab main bolu. Bina puche tu na khayega, na piyega. Tu mujhe pehle uthayega, aur mere sone ke baad soyega. Tu mujhe apni Goddess ki tarah serve karega. Tu meri zindagi ke liye bheek mangega. Tujhe saans lene ka haq main dungi. Aur naye rules—tu bina sawal kiye sab manega.” Usne ek paper nikala, ek agreement jismein yeh sab likha tha, aur Arjun se sign karwaya. Arjun ne bina socha sign kar diya, uska junoon usse kisi aur choice nahi de raha tha.

Meera uthi aur apne room mein chali gayi, aur Arjun ne ghar ke kaam shuru kiye. Usne Meera ke liye khana banaya—butter chicken aur naan, perfectly uske taste ke mutabik—aur table set kiya. Meera ne khana khaya, aur Arjun chupchap side mein khada raha. Jab khana khatam hua, woh plates leke kitchen gaya, aur yahan usne ek galti ki—usne Meera se puche bina bacha hua khana kha liya, ek roti aur thodi si sabzi. Meera ko yeh pata tha, aur woh chupke se wait kar rahi thi ki Arjun rule tode.

Jab Meera kitchen mein aayi, Arjun nanga tha, casually khana kha raha tha. Meera ne dheere se uske jism pe haath phere, uske shoulders se lekar uske hips tak, aur phir suddenly peeche se uske balls pakad liye, itni tightly ki Arjun ka dard asahniya ho gaya. Yeh pain aisa tha jo sirf mard samajh sakte hain—jaise uske balls ko jism se alag kar diya jaye. Meera ne 20 slaps diye, har slap ke saath uske balls ko crush kiya, aur Arjun na baith sakta tha, na khada reh sakta tha. Woh dard se cheekh raha tha, lekin Meera ne chhoda nahi. Finally, usne loose kiya, aur Arjun zameen pe gir gaya, ek corner mein baithkar ro raha tha, darr aur dard se bhara hua. Uske balls do din ke torture se swollen ho chuke the, har slap ek naye dard ka sabab ban raha tha.

Arjun ne socha ki agar usne kaam pura nahi kiya, toh aur punishment milegi. Woh dard ke bawajood jaldi se utha, kitchen saaf kiya, aur ghar ke baaki kaam pure kiye. Jab woh Meera ke paas gaya, usne uske swollen balls dekhe aur zor se hasi. “Ghutno pe baith aur mere pair chaat, saaf kar,” usne hukum diya. Arjun ne ek ghanta tak Meera ke pair chaate, uske polished nails ke paas, uska dard uske junoon ke saath lad raha tha. Meera ne finally usse apne room mein bulaya, bed pe let gayi, aur kaha, “Mere pair chaat, jaise kutta, jab tak main na so jaun. Tu yahan zameen pe soyega, aur mujhse pehle uthna.”

Meera bed pe leti, phone scroll karti rahi, aur 30 minute baad so gayi. Arjun, dard se bhara hua, zameen pe soya, uska yeh Meera ke ghar mein pehla pura raat tha. Lekin subah woh Meera se pehle nahi utha. Jab Meera uthi, usne Arjun ko nanga dekha, zameen pe soya hua. Usne bathroom se ek bucket garam pani laya aur Arjun ke chest aur penis pe daal diya. Arjun dard se cheekh utha, jaag gaya, lekin Meera ne kaha, “Ek bhi awaaz nikali toh tera muh hamesha ke liye zip kar dungi.” Arjun ro raha tha, uska dard usse sochne nahi de raha tha—isse kaise nikle? Lekin uska junoon usse rok raha tha.

Meera shower ke liye chali gayi, aur Arjun ne breakfast taiyaar kiya. Jab Meera wapas aayi, usne kaha, “Aaj tu apna luggage yahan le aayega. Ghar ko ekdum saaf rakhega, ek bhi dhool ka zarra nahi hona chahiye, warna tu jaanta hai main kya kar sakti hoon.” Arjun ka zehen nightmare se bhara tha, lekin usne kuch nahi socha. Usne apna luggage college ke baad le aaya, ghar ko chamkaya, aur 2 baje tak sab kuch perfect kiya. Meera jab aayi, usne ghar dekha aur kaha, “Good slave. Mere pair chumne ki ijazat hai.” Arjun ne uske pair chume, uska dard ab bhi uske saath tha. Usne Meera ke liye khana banaya, aur phir apni job ke liye chala gaya, uska jism aur dil torture ke saath jeeta hua.

Yeh safar abhi khatam nahi hua tha. Meera ka control Arjun ki zindagi ban chuka tha, aur uska junoon usse har dard sehkar aage badhne pe majboor kar raha tha. Kya Arjun Meera ka permanent slave ban payega, ya yeh torture usse hara dega? Baarish ke saath, unki kahani ek naye mod pe thi.

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