Madhuri couldn’t have imagined this night to end in a better way. Especially when the next day was so big. It’d be her first day in the principal’s office, and Madhuri couldn’t wait for the sun to rise again over the highest of mountains. With all this in her head, she dozed off with Shekhar in her arms, both naked. They were perfectly made for each other.
They woke up next morning. Madhuri had offered Shekhar her golden nectar before and after her workout session, and then bathed on the follow up. After soaking the water up, she came out of the bathroom. A naked Madhuri went about her wardrobe to fetch a pair of plain dark blue underwear and bra. It made her goddess body balance the edges, and she then fashioned herself with a long kurta and printed pants underneath. The key neck hole from her kurta blessed a hint of cleavage, but an unintentional one. She kept her wavy and glossy hair open. Today Madhuri was a principal. It was all about power dressing and being a corporate rather than her regular domme self. She was set for causes greater that day.
With her feet in a modest blue 3 inch stilettos, Madhuri walked out with her Maya Satchel leather purse dangling from her forearms. As soon as Shekhar saw his mistress like that, he rushed to aid her. But Madhuri waved from distance, which caused him to stay where he was as she descended from the stairs. He still foot worshipped her when she halted by the dining table to have her morning tea. Shekhar sat by her feet on the ground as usual. He raised his hands and was permitted to speak.
“You look very…. powerful, Aunty.”
“You’re too kind my son. Thank you.” She ruffled his hair and kept her attention in her tea.
“I’m sure you’ll win the boardroom on the very first day.” He went on.
“It could be right if you say so my son” Madhuri said calmly. She finished her breakfast in a few minutes by which time Shekhar stayed at his place.
It was time for Madhuri to take leave now. She looked up at the pitch naked, bar locked-dick, Shekhar. The urge to subjugate his cute-boyish-submissive personality was irresistible, thus she reacted to it. Madhuri said, “Son, I want you to go to the room and bring in some of your favorite panties of Aunty. I’m waiting for you here. And don’t be long.” She stayed sat cross legged in chair. Shekhar hurried.
Before Shekhar came with an underwear, a thong and a lace panties with him, Madhuri had also moved a little and had caught hold of a 3-inch-long Buttplug. Madhuri, now seated, said, “Now, stand closer son. And present your slutty ass.” Shekhar did as told. Madhuri applied a lot of lube on her fingers and explored them in his butt crack. “Now bend over for Aunty, son.” He bent over. Madhuri lubricated his anus and applied the plug safely in. Shekhar hissed on it.
Madhuri then picked each one of the panties and made Shekhar wear it, one by one. She finally stopped at the green thong and left it on her slave. “This is perfect for my slut.” She quoted with a smile and squeezed Shekhar’s formerly paddled butt. On Shekhar’s part, he’d hardly ever felt this awkward and embarrassed. This was unexpected and very shameful.
Madhuri got Shekhar to sit on her lap like a downtown chick. When he did that, Madhuri started speaking by rubbing on his thong butt, “I want you to be a perfect slut for the rest of the day. And be sure to be repaid in the evening for behaving like one. Do you get it, slut?”
“Yes, aunty.” Shekhar said in ashamed tone.
“Good slut.” Saying that, Madhuri kissed at the side of his head. “Now tell me, how do good little slut bid their mistress?”
As soon as Madhuri passed that dialogue, Shekhar was down on the ground to start kissing her heels covered feet. He stayed there on the ground for some time to kiss on her entire leg, from her feet to her thighs like a good slave. Madhuri smiled and said, “I’ve such a ready slut. It makes me proud.” She ruffled her hand in his hair. “Now wish Aunty luck, slut.”
“All the best, Aunty. You will do great.” Now this was Madhuri’s turn to smile in tenderness.
She looked into Shekhar’s eyes and let her love for him known, “I know, son.” She leaned in to kiss Shekhar on his forehead, “Now tell me, what will you be for the entire day?”
“I… will be your good little slut, Aunty.” Shekhar said it being heavy hearted in humiliation. Madhuri made her lips rub on his, and said sensually, “Good slut.” She got up to leave. Shekhar didn’t leave his position until his mistress, with the heavy twerk on her butt from under the ethnic wear, had walked out of the house.
Madhuri wore her elegant sunglasses and took the wheels. Now that she was out, she felt what the world termed as, ‘nervousness’. She was a goddess before Shekhar because his submissive energy was such. But the world won’t willingly submit to her, so she had to plan otherwise. Madhuri made her mind to do everything it takes to win it all on her first day in THE seat. She reached university finally.
The air had a distinct feel to it today. Madhuri came out of her SUV, took off her sunglasses, put it inside her opulent bag, and moved on. As her amazon body got flaunted in even her casual professional wear, everyone on her side was either amazed or titillated. The latter were the victim of her overflowing sexiness; but the former, the ones whose consciousnesses still supported them, tried bidding her good morning, to which Madhuri replied kindly. However, it was really not an attempt to bid her, but a fickle attempt to win her attention, for once. Because let’s face it, who won’t want their existence to be acknowledged by Madhuri? She was a goddess. A symbol of eroticism.
The college staff, in all massive 50s, were gathered around the office. None wanted to be left as just bystanders. Madhuri greeted all with a formal handshake and a smile by looking straight in their eyes. All were left happy. The ones who didn’t come forward initially, seeing the reception toward their colleagues, dared to come forward as well, and they were acknowledged too. Talk about impression. There wasn’t one person in the lot to be left unamused. They were all positive, happy and all the more hopeful now. Hopeful that a new revolution is about to commence. And why should not they? They were placing their trust in the right Principal.
The people from the higher authorities aided her to her new office. That power space, for which she had worked so hard, was decorated in garland of marigolds from all directions. The office had the sweet smell of beautiful flowers of all kinds. It was same as how Hindu people inaugurate the arrival of a new god in their home temple. Subsequently the university was right too in doing so, for they were welcoming no different being then. Madhuri was a goddess; a corporate goddess, a sensual goddess.
Once the crowd had started drying up, she got her eyes on the most important person in the building behind her successful quest, Shraddha. She stood there smilingly. Madhuri met with her and offered her a hug. There was no word shared, but just an embrace. Shraddha understood this day was special.