Note: It takes wild imagination to write an engrossing story. But it takes a great amount of courage to share a chapter of one’s own life. As woman of this story is a respectable corporate executive now, I can’t share real identities and locations. However, to make it interesting for myself and vulnerable for her, I have mixed real names, locations etc with imagined ones.

As this is a real story and at that time, I was thinking on my feet as situations arose, narration may not be flawless or most logical. But, making her my slave was indeed joyful and I hope you like it.

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Migrant students can hardly afford living in New York city. Therefore, as someone who was on full scholarship from India, sharing a small apartment with 3 to 4 students and long commuting to University was the only option. PhD itself is a challenging project and such difficult living conditions didn’t help. But, all of us make sacrifices in the hope of a better future, so there I was.

My guide expected quality work from his team and was especially ruthless to underperformers. While I was able to sail through, another Indian student, Reshu found it extremely difficult.

With height of 5’6″ and a figure to die for, she was indeed Hot. As she preferred to wear knee-length skirts or tight leggings of sheer fabric with body-hugging shirts, she was irresistible.

Reshu’s pedigree wasn’t particularly promising as she graduated from an average college in India and was immediately married to an IT engineer at Microsoft in Bellevue. Her husband was a gentleman and helped her financially to get into a PhD program.

It was only after a few weeks’ of interaction with her, I realized that she was quite an irritating person to cope up with. While she was amongst the prettiest woman around, none cared to be friends with her due to her attitude.

While her husband helped her financially to get into the program and rented a decent apartment for her closer to the University, she was not nice to him also.

As we were working on similar problems for our PhD and she needed my help quite often, she made sure that I was not seriously pissed with her. Her need to be in my good books only magnified because she had no other friends.

She had an entire apartment for herself as her husband visited her in every 2-3 weeks. While I frequented to her apartment often for project work, I never met with her husband as he only came during the weekends.

My relationship with Reshu was quite formal to start with. However, she soon started telling me how her husband irritated her with several calls and unnecessary care.

As her apartment was nearby, I was spending more and more evenings at her place as leaving late from her place meant less traffic and spending less time in my cramped apartment.

As I was spending 2-3 hours with her almost every evening, she spoke with her husband frequently. In the begining, calls were longer and she moved to the bedroom to attend those calls. However, slowly calls started becoming terse and she received most of her calls in front of me. And, in several of those calls, she was rude with her husband.

As a concerned friend, I advised her not to be so insulting to such a gentle husband, only because of his overly caring attitude. But she ignored my counsel.

And then one day when we were working at her apartment, she told me that she had a bad fight with her husband and he is no more calling her. He in fact even cancelled his trip to New York.

I knew, such a moment wasn’t far. Hence, I told her rather angrily, “How much more insult a self-respecting man could handle? You deserve this.”

She was taken aback and refuted, “He pisses me off sometimes and then I can’t control myself.”

I was in no mood to relent and said, “Then you must learn to control yourself, for your own good. You must remember, till he is pissing you off, all you can do is, cut his calls. But now as you have pissed him off, your education may be cut short. Hope you realise, it’s your first year of PhD and he is the one, footing all your bills.”

This time I had her attention and she didn’t utter a single word. At this moment, I realised that I had exceeded my mandate and if she behaved as she did with the rest of the world, she might show me out.

But to my surprise, she bowed her head and nodded, “You are right.”

Feeling empowered, I said, “Reshu, as much as I have known and understood, Anay has been a decent guy. All marriages have some issues or other but considering everything, he has been pretty generous with you.”

She nodded again, giving her consent that she agreed. Hence, I cajoled her, “So dear, it only makes sense for you to treat him better. He is doing well in his career and also supporting your endeavours.”

She looked at me and said, “I know that I should behave better and I have been a bitch.” She stopped mid-sentence, as if collecting her thoughts and continued, “It’s because I know he is so much better and intelligent than I’m, I feel insecure and my this highhandedness is my defence mechanism.”

I knew that she was being foolish but different people deal with their issues differently. Hence, I only nodded.

She resumed, “He pampered me better than I deserved since beginning of our relationship and hence, I have grown stubborn. I have now started taking him for granted but I know that he may drift apart if I don’t change.”

She stopped only for a second before adding, “I know, I should be shown my place before it’s too late. Thank you for pointing my mistake and listening to my blabbering.”

I told her to do the most logical thing after that, ” Then you must call Anay and set the matter straight.” Though at the same time a more entertaining idea started forming in my mind.

She looked at me expectantly and asked, “Should I? Do you think, this will work?”

I looked hard at her and replied, “Frankly speaking, I’m sure it won’t work. One, he may get psyched out and think you are playing some game. Two, if today’s issue is resolved so easily, you will be back to your harsh attitude in a couple of weeks, if not days.” She nodded, agreeing to what I said.

I continued, “You must be prepared for him slowly so that your behaviour towards him see a natural change. Your highhandedness must be slowly broken and molten so that you actually start putting up efforts to deserve him.”

She displayed a weak smile, knowing it was true. Sensing that she agreed with my assessment I hardened my voice with every word and added, “Though your husband is in no position to put you in place, as a bitch like you should be, I am.”

I never left eye contact with her, as I delivered this statement, which was going to change our relationship forever. What if she threw me out after this dare.

But she didn’t move an inch and looked at me with a mix of shock and begging. Encouraged, I further added, “So what do you want, Reshu? You want to remain a bitch that you are right now so that he will ditch you within a year or you want to be a woman that is worthy of being loved?”

Dumbstruck, she kept sitting on the sofa while I was sitting at computer desk in her drawing room. The time had arrived to see whether this entire exercise was going to give me control over this stupid bitch.

“So Reshu, if you want to remain a bitch, that you are, we will pretend to forget that any of this ever happened.” I let that sink in before adding, “Else you will kneel down 6 feet from me, within next 30 seconds.”

I didn’t trust my fortune a lot but to give an impression of authority, I simply turned towards my laptop and pretended as if I was working. However, my ears were attentive to slightest of the movement.

There was silence for a few seconds, which was followed by sounds of movement. From the corner of my eye, I sensed that she tentatively walked to the main door and latched it. She then walked towards me more resolutely and knelt at 5-6 feet from me.

While I was jubilant with what I had achieved within this short time, I maintained composure. Thanks to the fact that I was facing the table so that bulge of my cock wasn’t visible to her.

I knew she was still not sure of how much control, she wanted to give away. Hence, I decided to take it slowly and ordered, “Knees apart and palms on your thighs. Be proud that you are starting a journey to be a better person and take an erect posture.”

After she followed my instructions diligently, she seemed more certain. Thus, I softened my voice, “When you kneel before me, Reshu, do you believe that you naturally belong to where you are, right now?” Though her ‘yes’ was barely a whisper, her vigorous nod confirmed that she meant it.

“You always knew that I’m smarter than you are, in the field of our PhD. didn’t you? But, now you also know that you need me for saving your marriage also.” As I said this, she lowered her eyes further.

I adjusted my erect cock to conceal as much as I could manage and got up from my desk. Reaching by her side, I gently stroked her head and said, “Don’t worry, my pet. Now, you belong to me and you will be trained well.”

As she tried to get up, I kept my firm hand on her head, signalling that she doesn’t need to get up yet.

As she hadn’t yet reached a level, where she would have been ready to fuck me as a slut, I needed to think from my brain and not cock. So, I went to her washroom discreetly and stroked my cock vigorously for a few minutes and came hard. After flushing and clean up, I came out to find that she was still sitting at the floor.

Her body had loosened up a bit and hands had moved away from thighs but she was still on her knees. However, I considered it to be a good sign when she erected her body, as she heard me approaching.

“Knees apart and palms resting over thighs.” I barked and sat on the sofa. “Face me.”

As she turned around and resumed position without any hesitation, it became clear that she found her position natural.

“Don’t you feel Reshu, that now you have become more worthy of a man’s Love than you were 30 minutes back?” She nodded and smiled gently. I continued, “But this pleasure in your heart may be momentary and wear you out if this doesn’t become your real nature.”

As she nodded again, I added, “Hence, you will have to practice to submit. If you will be able to sustain the first week, then you will start loving it. You will become a woman, your man will Love.”

I left her at this thought and started surfing my mobile. She remained still, tentatively looking at me. After a few minutes, I asked her, “Go and warm up the pizza. I’ll eat in 5 minutes.”

Once pizza was warmed up, she brought the box and kept it near me, at the center table. As she wasn’t sure of what was expected from her, she waited for me standing by my side. Hence, I instructed her to get back on her knees and told her, “Whenever we are alone, you are supposed to kneel unless instructed otherwise.”

She resumed the position with knees apart and palms on her thighs. I asked her again, “Don’t you agree, what we are doing is an appropriate course of action to correct arrogance of a snobby bitch like you?”

She barely nodded and lowered her eyes. I took one bite of the pizza and then kept the remaining piece over her lips, making her open her mouth.

As she grabbed a small bite, I told her, “From now on bitch, you are going to be my pet. Tell me what you understand by that?”

She fell silent for a few seconds and then murmured, “As I have been a pathetic bitch with most people in my life, my ways should be mended by degrading me from my imagined position at Zenith.”

I was impressed with how she articulated it. She added, “Therefore, for as long as you wish, I’ll be your obedient pet and a maid servant. You are my guide and mentor, till I become a woman worthy of Love.”

I kept feeding her with my hands and after some bites, she started acting, as if it was the most natural thing to do.

To escalate our game further, I asked her, “So, are you ready to offer control of your life to me, pet?”

After she nodded quickly, I posed next question, “And what aspects of your life, you want to be controlled by me?”

She wasn’t prepared for this question and stopped chewing. As I kept staring at her without offering any help, she murmured, “Everything.” And as an afterthought, added, “But please, Anay shouldn’t come to know about it.”

I chuckled, “Of course, your husband must not come to know that his arrogant Wife is a pet of a fellow student.” I stopped and asked in a stern tone, “Give me a clear answer, what aspects of your life must be controlled by me? List them.”

She raised her eyes and said, “I want you to tell me, what I cook for your meals? At what times, I must get up or sleep? When I must study?” As I didn’t seem impressed with this, she added, “Whether I may go out or no? What should I wear when I step out, and even at home?” She looked at me expectantly as I smiled.

“And what happens if you fail to follow any of my instructions?” I asked, still smiling. She looked at me questioningly shrugging her shoulders.

“Yeah. As your husband didn’t have a mechanism to control your tendency to become a bitch, as we stand today, you are on the verge of losing your precious relationships and friendships. So punishments should be there, shouldn’t they be?” I steeled my voice, looking into her eyes.

She nodded, “Yes. That’s right.”

I quizzed her again, “So do you want me to tell your husband about your deviations or should I deal with them myself, in old fashioned way of physical punishments?” I lifted her chin as she lowered her gaze and almost shivered.

Her response was rather quick, “Trust me, I’ll be a good girl and follow all your instructions.” In response, “I barked, “Husband or punishments?”

She blurted out immediately, “Punishments, please punishments.”

I chuckled, “So my bitch wants to learn being a good Wife first and then surprise her husband.” She nodded.

Then, I don’t know why I divulged a secret to her, “And if you are wondering why will Anay trust me if I tell him, I think you must know that my laptop has been on video recording for last 1 hour.”

As she gasped hearing this, I added, “It’s not for blackmail, Reshu. It’s just to ensure that we achieve desired results, without you having an option to opt out as per your Free will, specially when we are spending so much time and energy over all this.”

I believe it was too much for her to handle, so she got up after this and stated in an agitated voice, “I don’t want to do this. Delete that video now. Delete it now.”

I didn’t realise it then, but I do now that it was the most natural reaction from her side. She was shivering and just stopped short of ushering me out.

Her this attitude angered me a lot and I pushed her to the wall, holding her by the neck. I barked, “This, exactly this attitude of yours needs to be tamed for once and all.”

As she was still resisting, I pushed my entire body against her and told her, “This means you were just playing around with me? Your entire commitment to behave, was a joke? A game, from which you could walk out, whenever you wished? Right?”

As she had stopped resisting, my lips reached very close to her forehead and I added, “I’ll delete everything and walk out of this room. I’ll also forget that this all ever happened. Just answer one thing, you want this or no?”

I released her neck without moving away and said, “Listen bitch, both of us know that you need all of this. In our relationship, I’ll be the one who will decide. Your last chance is now if you want to stop it, go and delete that video. Only remember, once you do that, I’ll walk out.”

As I slowly moved away from her, she remained at her place for some time and then started walking towards the table. After reaching at the table, she turned around and looked at me. She softly said, “Promise me that this will remain between us. I promise that I will be good.”

I snapped back, “You can’t dictate terms here, bitch. But, if your brain is half active as a 5 years old, you will realize that I stand to gain nothing from telling others about this arrangement. But, that is as long as you continue to be a good pet to me. So it completely depends on you.”

And without giving any time to her, I added, “Now, if your tantrums are over, it’s time to be punished for being a snob. Hence, face the table and lean so that you can keep your both hands from elbows to palms on the table. Eyes down and ask for punishment of 5 strikes of a ruler on your bum.”

She was dumbstruck for several seconds while I enjoyed her vulnerability. Then I barked, “Lean over the table and plead for punishment that you deserve bitch. Now 10 strikes.”

As she slowly moved to comply my order, I continued my verbal assault, “Till now you were foolishly pampered by people who loved you, parents and then a good husband, you worthless bitch. But now you have seen your husband isn’t going to be an unconditional giver anymore and you are dependent on him. So I’m going to make you a docile cat, which won’t take anything or anyone for granted. Beg for your punishments else count is only going to increase.”

She at once started, “Please strike my Ass 10 times to punish me.” And then she added, “Please don’t hit me hard. I have never been hit there before.”

Acting as if I didn’t pay attention to that, I sternly asked, “Despite my instructions, you didn’t mention what should I use, my leather belt or a sharp ruler or my bare hand. 12 strikes on your butt now.”

I then hit her butt with my bare hand using moderate force to convey my irritation. God, her Ass was juicy but I controlled my emotions and resisted temptation to keep my hand on her Ass any longer to feel it.

She gasped audibly and bit her lips. Not using full force of my hand was intentional, so that she would choose my hand over ruler or belt. She answered, “Please use your hand to strike my bottom 12 times, please.”

I answered, “So be it.” And I hit her Ass again with similar force and she gasped again. I didn’t intend to use brutal force because for me spanking isn’t about physically punishing the girl but to communicate who is in-control. Sometimes when I want my girl to sob, hard spanking is necessary. But Reshu wasn’t prepared for that yet.

Positioned behind her with my hand ready to hit her legging-clad Ass, I asked her, “So Reshu, you agree you have been a bitch all your life, taking people for granted?” Smack. Smack.

She answered, “Yes, yes. I have been a pathetic girl. But I want to be a good woman now, please. I promise I won’t let you complain ever.”

“Good, so you plead to be my pet girl. Right?” I probed. Smack.

“Yes, yes.” She cried and said, “I want to be your pet girl forever. Please make me your bitch slave and keep me for your entertainment and service.”

Smack. “Oh, So my pet has started loving to be a slave so much that she wants it forever. But, a pet and slave must know how she must address her mentor.” Smack.

After thinking for only a few seconds, she answered, “This bitch must address you as Sir. I’ll always call you Sir. Please call me by any names that pleases you, Sir. Please punish this bitch, Sir.”

Smack. “For now, calling Sir will do bitch.” A harder Smack. “So tell me bitch, what are your duties for me?” Smack again.

She was eager to answer this time, “I’ll follow all your orders, Sir. I’ll cook your meals, wash your clothes and clean the dishes. If allowed, I’ll massage your feet, Sir. I’ll do everything a good traditional subservient Wife used to do for her man.”

I smiled standing behind her as my cock was hard again after spanking her. So this time, I spanked her quite hard which made her yelp loudly. But I didn’t move my hand from her butt. As expected, she didn’t resist any of that and moaned.

I asked her, “So is there any aspect of your being, that you don’t want to be controlled by me?”