dear readers,
this is my second attempt at penning a story. some of you may not like the way this part turns out, but it is going to be a roller coaster from the next part onwards. all comments and reviews are welcomed. thanks again for reading my humble offerings.
cheers,
Gauri Narayanan.
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Memories… beating up my younger sister for wearing skirts to
college. Scolding my mother for having her hair cut short. Bullying junior
girls into submission while at college. Forcing my ex-girlfriend to wear sarees
on a daily basis. Memories… they flash past in my mind as I am being wheeled
into surgery. What a fool I had been in thinking I could dominate women just to
show myself as a superior, as a dominant male in a patriarchal society. When I did
understand that it was the women who do run this world, with their devious and
subtle and feminine minds, it was too late. By then I had been changed beyond
recognition, so much so that I don’t even remember how life before work used to
be. And the reason for all this was walking beside the gurney, holding my hands
and telling me how brave I am to be doing this. Gauri.
It was 3 years ago when I had walked into her office for an
interview. I had been laid off from work and had been unemployed for over a
year when I had walked into that interview. I was hoping it would be a male who
would be interviewing me. But it was not to be. On previous occasions when I
had been interviewed by women I had come off as rather irritable. God! The
audacity in those women. Thinking they were superior to me and behaving like
bitches, in those office suits and high heeled boots. I would attempt to
belittle them through the course of the meeting and finally my ill attitude
would cost me the job.
She seemed to be younger than me by a couple of years. At 26
years of age, I was a bit too old to start as a fresher. But my qualifications
and my current financial situation forced me to consider taking up a job in a
junior role. I walked into the room and went and sat opposite to her after a
greeting and a forced smile. She seemed to be a no nonsense person and started
interviewing me by asking me to introduce myself. I noticed that she was
wearing a saree in a very professional way and I thought it would be easier to
get this job as I could easily show my superiority. There was something about
this woman though. She seemed to be impervious to my rather sexist remarks and
the way I spoke. I could see it in her eyes that she was observing me very
closely. And when the introduction was over, she started the technical
questioning round. From the word go, the conversation was completely led by her
and I just sat there answering her like an obedient school kid. It made me very
uncomfortable to be in the presence of this woman. At the end she told me that
I had all the necessary qualifications to work with her and that she will be
recommending my name to the HRD for selection. After another round of HR
interviews where I was let known of the annual income that I could expect and
what all benefits that I will be having access to, I was told that I could
start work as early as the upcoming week.
The day I joined work I was first called into Gauri’s cabin
and was told that she had selected me, not because I had all the necessary
qualifications for the job, but for the reason that I seemed to be a person who
had the ability to carry out the orders that she’d give. I was baffled by her
words and stood there seething in hidden anger. I calmed down and told her that
I would like to start with work and would she please tell me my duties. She
started listing all my responsibilities and then told me that I would be
working in close quarters with her and to that effect she had arranged for a
desk for me adjoining her secretary’s. I stood there trying to collect my
bearings and thinking about how demeaning it was to be working separate from
the rest of the group and how I had been designated a seat beside a lowly
female secretary.
The day began with Gauri having me sit in her cabin,
opposite her, teaching me everything I needed to know about doing my job.
Throughout the day, I noticed how smart she was and how she subtly dominated
me. Every moment spent with her was a prick on my male ego and by the end of
the day I had finally found a woman who I desperately wanted to dominate, but
could never.
The months flew by and I had learned my place in the company
and hated it. I was just another secretary for her with a fancy job title. At
times I would even be asked to serve beverages when her secretary was away and
since our department dealt with the setting up of websites for apparel stores,
most of the clients were women. This went on till a point where I wanted to
make Gauri feel sorry for controlling me and for treating me, a proud male, in
such a way. Thoughts of raping her and avenging myself started surfacing and
over a period of time they strengthened my resolve. I started planning it out
and fantasized about my triumph after mutilating her honor. I started following
her and found out where she lives and what her routine was. I was delighted to
find that she lives alone and hardly has any guests and that she stayed at home
most of the time, except for when she went for grocery and apparels shopping,
which usually took place on Fridays.
My plan was to go to her house on a Saturday evening and
force my way and take control of her physically, tie her and then rape her. I
had planned to cover up my face so that she doesn’t know who was responsible. I
was dreaming about the look on her face when I took her and the way she’d
change after that incident.
The fateful weekend arrived and I hung about around her
house trying to hide from her view. She was home alone as usual and I by the
time the sun started setting I went up to her door and knocked and hid away.
The door opened and I jumped at it. Too late, I found that the door was free
and that nobody was behind it and I fell hard on the floor. I suddenly felt
searing pain in my groin area and felt something tearing away my mask and with
teary eyes I looked up to see Gauri standing over me with a mixed look of
disgust and elation.
“So, it has finally happened.” Said she whilst aiming
another kick at my shins.
I tried to cover myself up and pounce on her when she kicked
me on my torso and I could feel my ribs breaking. I was stunned and couldn’t
even breathe due to shock and pain. How could a woman, who seemed so light and
weak, hit me so painfully? Had I missed something? These were the thoughts that
were running in my mind when she tied me up to her bedstead, spread-eagled and
gagged. She then cut off all my clothes and stood over me.
“I have been expecting you to act in such a way for a long
time, Prashanth. You had no idea did you? I saw you for what you were on that
first meeting itself, you male chauvinist pig! I wanted to break you and show
you how wrong you were in thinking that you could get away with dominating
women. That was the main reason why I recruited you and gave you such a
demeaning job. How do you like being my secretary? Have you heard your
colleagues speak about you? How they call you my page boy and how they laugh at
your pathetic position in the company. It must have been killing your
domineering head to be controlled by an apparently weak woman who was three
years younger to you and who was smarter and more qualified to be the leader. I
still had a lingering doubt and thought you would change over a period of time,
but you have not and hence you will be changed forcefully under me.”
Then she went about setting up a video camera on a tripod
stand facing the bed, clearly focused on my face and the rest of my nude self.
Then she left and I was all alone in the room imagining the worst and trying
futilely to untie myself and escape. To my chagrin even the gag wouldn’t come
off and it settled even further down my throat almost choking me. I started
counting the seconds and with each passing one my dread and the feeling of
uncertainty increased. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door opened
and there stood a woman wearing a tight latex blouse and mini skirt with what
was clearly a 10 inch dildo strapped on to it. I moaned into my gag and with a
pleading look on my face I looked up to see, not a face, but a mask to my
astonishment. My heart almost failed at that moment thinking about what was
going to happen next.
She turned the recording mode on and then approached me
slowly with a feline walk. Until then I
had not noticed what she was holding in her hand. The moment I did, I felt that
death would be a better punishment. A horse whip, the likes of which I had only
seen in professional BDSM porn, was being caressed by her.
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
Had I not been gagged, I am sure that my screams would have
woken up the whole neighborhood. She continued to whip me and I could feel my
whole body burning with the pain. The torture went on for another ten
excruciating minutes. She whipped me with such ease and patience and gave
enough time for the impact of the previous lash to settle in fully before
whipping me again. I started crying out of pain and shame and once she noticed
that her vigor increased and she continued like a possessed woman. Once the
torment ended, I was left alone again for another half an hour. By the time it
was over and she had come back I wished she hadn’t done so as my body was
writhing with pain and I had no control over it. and I had also noticed that
even though I had been hit so many times, she had not drawn blood anywhere and
that made it all the more painful for me.
She came back with a mug of water and started pouring it all
over me and made sure that she wet my whole body completely. At first it seemed
very cool and a naïve part of me that she was finally going to let me go and I
relaxed a bit. A minute later I was proven wrong yet again. She told me,
smiling wickedly, that it was salt water that she had poured over me and then
told me to enjoy the pain, covered me up in a blanket and then left. The pain
was too much to bear and after struggling against it for some time, I lost my
consciousness.
I did not know how long it was before I gained consciousness
again. When I opened my eyes, she was sitting in the recliner across me,
observing me and then when she noticed that I was awake, she came up to me.
“How does it feel to be tormented by a woman Prashanth?
Still have any desire to rape me huh? Oh wait I forgot. You need to be a man to
even have such an intent. What you are is a whimpering little son of a bitch
who cries even more badly than a woman. And for a man of such high self-regard,
you seem to have a teenie weenie. A sissy clit.” Said she, with a cruel laugh.
Her words hurt more than the whole treatment and I broke
down completely and started crying and shivering involuntarily. She kept on
humiliating me about not being man enough to even have intercourse with a dog
and that I deserved to have my penis cut and made to live as a eunuch for the
rest of my shameless existence. After about half an hour of harassing me
verbally, she told me that it was time for the finale of the night.
She removed the blanket and then spread my legs even further
apart and then mounted me. I could feel something very cold against my ass and
then searing pain shot through me. She penetrated me again and again with
increasing speed until the pain had receded and pleasure of a kind had started
seeping through me. At that moment she stopped and then went away, only to
return with a bigger strap-on. This continued till she had gone through with
every size she had in her arsenal and every time she brought a new one, the
pain would keep on increasing. And every time I reached a point where the
pleasure began she’d stop and bring in a new one. When the longest night of my
life ended, I had been taken In the ass seven times and the final one she used
to mutilate me was over 16 inches and when I saw it I couldn’t stop imagining
how badly my ass must have been hurt.
The following morning I was woken up with a sharp jab to my
face by her heeled foot and was untied from the bed and then told to clean up
and present myself before her within 10 minutes. I had lost all my will power
and just went about brushing my teeth and taking a dump. I found out to my
utter displeasure that I could not sit at all and even the slightest of forces
on my ass would trigger a bout of painful shots searing through my spinal cord.
She was waiting for me at the door and then led me into the living room where I
was pushed into a chair and made to sit in an erect position.
“Listen bitch!” she began in a commanding tone and I
quivered with fear and looked up at her with a jerk.
“Yesterday night was just
the beginning. I will have your full
co-operation at all times and to ensure that I have recorded the whole thing in
video and have locked it away safely with myself and with a friend of mine. If
you do anything to go against my wishes, I will release it to the public and
the whole world will see you for the asshole that you are. Understand bitch?”
My voice failed me and I nodded feebly in the affirmative.
She gave me a tight slap and said “Always answer me properly bitch. Say yes
mistress or no mistress. Understand?”
I summoned up the last of my strength and said “Yes
mistress.”
“Very good you pathetic son of a bitch. Your indoctrination
into submissiveness began yesterday night and it will not stop until I am
convinced that you have learned your lesson. Now go make me a cup of coffee and
remember, no funny business. Your balls are in my court now, literally.”
And with a final “yes mistress”, I hurried away to do my
bidding, lest she start beating me up again.
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