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Slave Ka Safar: Part 8 - Meera Ki Hukumat Aur Arjun Ka Public Shame

Delhi University ke North Campus mein subah ka waqt tha. July ki garmi thi, aur college ke corridors mein students ka shor-gul gunj raha tha—koi apne lecture ke liye bhaag raha tha, koi canteen ki taraf ja raha tha, aur koi apne doston ke saath selfie le raha tha. Is bheed mein Arjun chupchap apna bag lekar gate se andar aaya. Uske haathon mein pasina tha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa darr. Kal raat Meera ne WhatsApp pe message kiya tha, "Kal college mein punishment mangna, aur jo main bolu wahi karna." Usne bag mein ek black leather dog collar aur ek matching leash rakha tha—Meera ka hukum tha, aur aaj woh din tha jab uski public izaat daav pe lagi thi.

Arjun ne courtyard ki taraf kadam badhaya, jahan Meera apne char-panch doston ke saath khadi thi. Meera ek alag hi aura rakhti thi—lambe baal, confident smile, aur ek black kurti jo uski dominant personality ko aur highlight karti thi. Uske paas Priya, Rohan, Anjali, aur Shalini khade the, sabke haathon mein coffee ya books. Jab Arjun unke paas pahuncha, usne bag khola, collar aur leash nikali, aur sharm se aankhein niche karke Meera ke haathon mein de di. Meera ne ek nazar uspar daali, phir collar uthaya aur Arjun ke gale mein pehna diya, leash ko apne haath mein tightly pakad liya.

"Yeh kya drama hai, Meera?" Priya ne coffee ka sip lete hue poocha, uski aankhein hairaani se badi ho gayi.

Meera ne apne baal peeche kiye aur ek thandi muskurahat ke saath jawab diya, "Drama nahi, Priya. Yeh mera personal slave hai—Arjun. Tum log dogs ya maids rakhte ho ghar pe, maine ise apna human slave banaya. Jo main bolu, yeh karta hai, chahe kitna bhi mushkil ho." Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha aur hukum diya, "Ghutno pe baith, abhi!"

Arjun ka chehra laal ho gaya. Usne ek baar Meera ki aankhon mein dekha, jaise kuch kehna chahta ho, lekin Meera ki sakht nazar ne usse chup kara diya. Woh dheere se ghutno pe baith gaya, uska sar niche jhuka hua. Courtyard mein ek ajeeb sa sannata chha gaya—paas khade students ruk gaye, kuch ne apne phones nikaal liye, aur whispering shuru ho gayi.

"Wait, seriously? Yeh kya ho raha hai?" Rohan ne apni kitab band karte hue kaha, uska tone disbelief aur curiosity ka mix tha.

Meera ne apna lehja thoda tez kiya, "Haan, seriously. Yeh meri permission ke bina meri taraf nahi dekhta. Dekho iski training." Usne Arjun ko point kiya aur boli, "Slave, meri chappal saaf kar—zabaan se."

Arjun ke dil ne ek dhak se chhodi. Yeh kya keh rahi hai? Usne ek baar Meera ke dostوں ki taraf dekha—Priya ka muh khula tha, Anjali hansne lagi, aur Shalini ne apna phone nikaal kar video banani shuru kar di. Arjun ka haath kaanp raha tha, lekin usne Meera ke dar se apna muh niche kiya aur uski chappal pe zabaan pher di. Logon ne "Eww" aur "Yeh kya pagalpan hai" kehna shuru kar diya, lekin Meera ke chehre pe ek victorious smile thi.

"Arre, Meera, tu isse itna control kaise karti hai?" Anjali ne has has ke poocha, "Iska dimag kharab ho gaya hai kya?"

Meera ne apne shoulders uchaal ke kaha, "Control ka game hai yeh. Ise meri aadat ho gayi hai. Ab dekho aur ek test." Usne leash kheench kar Arjun ko khada kiya aur boli, "Kapde utaar, masturbate kar, cum kar, aur road se chaat—abhi ke abhi."

Courtyard mein jaise bomb phat gaya. Arjun ka chehra safed pad gaya, uske haath pasine se bheeg gaye. "Meera, please..." usne dheere se kaha, lekin Meera ne uski baat kaat di, "Ek count mein shuru kar, warna ghar pe tujhe chain se sone nahi dungi." Usne apni awaaz mein itni sakhti bhari ki Arjun ke paas koi option nahi bacha.

Woh sharmindagi se kapde utarne laga—pehle shirt, phir pant, aur phir underwear. Courtyard mein ek crowd jama ho gayi, log hasne lage, kuch ne "Shame shame" chillana shuru kar diya, aur phones ke cameras chalte rahe. Arjun ne apna penis haath mein liya, aankhein band karke masturbate karna shuru kiya. Paanch minute baad woh cum kar gaya, aur jaise Meera ne kaha, road pe gire apne sperm ko chaat liya. Uske kaan mein logon ki hansi gunj rahi thi, lekin Meera ne taali bajayi, "Good boy. Training perfect hai."

Priya ne apna coffee cup side pe rakha aur boli, "Meera, yeh pyar hai ya pagalpan? Tum dono ka rishta samajh nahi aata."

Meera ne sirf ek mysterious smile di, "Kuch rishte samajhne ke liye nahi, feel karne ke liye hote hain. Ab chalo, class ka time ho gaya." Usne Arjun ko kaha, "Ghar ja, kapde pehen, aur mujhe wait karna."

Arjun ne chupchap apne kapde pehne aur bag uthakar chala gaya. Uske dil mein ek toofan uth raha tha—sharmindagi, gussa, aur phir bhi Meera ke liye ek ajeeb sa junoon. College ke gate tak pahunchte-pahunchte usne socha, "Main yeh kyun kar raha hoon?" Lekin jawab usse khud nahi mila.


Ghar Pe Ek Alag Scene

Sham ko Meera ghar aayi. Arjun darwaze pe uska wait kar raha tha, uske haathon mein ek glass paani lekar. Meera ne paani piya, apne shoes utare, aur Arjun ko couch pe bithaya. "Aaj tune meri baat mani, toh reward milega," usne kaha, uski awaaz mein ek rare softness. Usne Arjun ka chastity belt unlock kiya, ek bottle se lube nikala, aur uske haathon mein lagaya.

Arjun ka jism relax ho gaya. Meera ne dheere-dheere usse handjob diya, uski aankhein band ho gayi, aur do minute mein woh cum kar gaya. Meera ne uske baal sahlaye aur boli, "Aaj punishment nahi, so ja chain se." Arjun ne uske pairo ko chhua, unhe lick kiya, aur Meera ke sone tak uske paas baitha raha. Raat ko jab Meera so gayi, Arjun ne ek lambi saans li—yeh safar usse barbaad kar raha tha, ya shayad banata bhi tha.


Friends Ka Reaction Baad Mein

Agli subah college mein Meera ke friends ne phir se yeh baat chhedi. Shalini ne kaha, "Kal ka video viral ho gaya hai WhatsApp pe. Log bol rahe hain tu psycho hai, Meera."

Meera ne coffee ka sip liya aur casually boli, "Log bolte rahenge. Main apna game khelti hoon, aur Arjun mera player hai. Tum log enjoy karo ya judge karo, mujhe farak nahi padta."

Rohan ne poocha, "Aur Arjun? Woh kyun manta hai teri baat?"

Meera ne ek lambi saans li aur boli, "Kyunki usse meri zarurat hai—jaise mujhe uski. Yeh power ka rishta hai, samajhna mushkil hai." Usne baat khatam ki aur class ki taraf chal di, lekin uske doston ke dimaag mein sawal baaki the.


Kya Arjun kabhi is bandhan se azad hoga? Ya Meera ki hukumat aur gehri hogi? Next part mein padho jab Meera ek naya challenge laayegi. Visit femdomsubmissive.blogspot.com for more Indian femdom stories aur apne ideas comment mein share karo!

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