Master Of His House

Pratik sighed as he kept the plates on the table. This is probably the worst 18th birthday ever, not that his other birthdays were something to write home to. His mother had died during his birth, and when he was 5 years old his father decided to remarry, and the nightmare that was his life started. His stepmom, Shilpa was as much beautiful as she was a bitch, making even the stepmoms of stories blush in shame. When she came to the family along came her 2 daughters from a previous marriage – Tuli and Tulika and in no time they made it their life’s motto to harass and humiliate Pratik in any way possible. And things got worse when his dad died in a tragic accident when he was 12 years old, not only did Shilpa become the matriarch of the family , his 2 aunts, Karishma and Rina, Dad’s sisters also sided with her, seeing Pratik as nothing more than trash, like the slime that sticks to your shoe. Shilpa wanted nothing more than to throw Pratik in some orphanage, but the neighbours knew of Pratik’s good nature, and Shilpa’s too and hence she could not throw him out of the house without a good reason.

All of them lived in their mansion in one of the poshest parts of a metro City n India, socialising with the absolute elite, but Pratik was never part of any of it , he lived like the family servant, barely having food to eat and good clothes to wear. Everyday he was beaten , shouted at and in general abused and his birthday was no different, Shilpa and his aunts were going to see some movie, and he was to stay at home, cook for them and wash yesterday’s dishes. He sighed again, life was not worth living anymore. Just when he was trying to think up a way to commit suicide the doorbell rang. He knew it was too early for his Stepmom to return but the bell rang again and he decided to check. Opening the door he found an old man wearing an old and dilapidated suit and looking tired and haggard. ‘ Give me some water, please.’ He croaked.

Pratik surveyed him carefully, he was not from around, his old clothes were too out of place in their posh neighbourhood, but he took pity on the man. ‘ Wait here’ he said and brought the man a glass of water and some sweets which he gobbled down eagerly, ‘ Nice house’ the man said wiping his face after eating’ looks like a palace. You live alone?’ ‘ No my mom and others have gone out ‘ said Pratik, the man did not look too dangerous. ‘ I need to do homework’ he added hastily seeing the man’s critical expression. ‘ Yeah, nice try Pratik’ said the man smiling.’ How do you know my….’ ‘ I know everything about you’ said the man ‘ and I came to test you boy…you passed.’

‘ Who the hell are you?’ said Pratik slowly feeling sacred’ I don’t have any money.’ ‘ Hell no, dear boy’ cried the man, ‘ I am not here for your money, I am here to help you. You see I am the king of ghosts and I have come to grant you a wish.’ ‘ Yeah right ‘ said Pratik ‘ Now get out’ he tried to close the door but found himself stuck to the ground, the ghost king chuckled,’ Now probably you will believe me.’ Seeing Pratik nod frantically he stopped the magic, Now see I cannot grant you money or power or all such stuff, but what I can grant you is sex, lots and lots of sex and the chance to have your revenge on your family.’ Pratik’s eyes went wide,’ How?’

The ghost took out a small pouch from his pocket,’ With this! Here’s how it works, it will help you hypnotize and control each of your family members and even any other girls you may want. But there are conditions, First, you have to decide who you want to control, and write her name on a piece of paper and put it in the bag overnight, next morning you will find the material needed in the same bag. But remember it will only work for 1 girl per day and you have to use up the material provided within 1 week after which the material will disappear and you won’t be able to control that girl ever again. Another thing until you use up the material for 1 girl you won’t get material for another’ And before Pratik could ask as much as a word he disappeared.

The first option for Pratik was quite easy, that day when he went to sleep the bag was filled with a paper ‘ Shilpa’.

The next day when he woke he almost ran to the bag, turning it over and shaking. A small syringe containing a colorless liquid, and Shilpa’s old phone tumbled down from the bag. ‘ What the hell?’ said Pratik having no idea what to do with them when he heard chatter outside. Keeping away the syringe he came out to investigate, ‘ Pratik!’ called Karishma, the elder of his aunts, we are going to our hill cabin, for vacation, do carry our bags to the cab’. While returning he heard his aunt saying to Shilpa ‘ it’s a pity your new phone broke today, you won’t be able to take any photos.’ Don’t worry said Shilpa ‘ I will buy a new phone on my way .’ As he approached Karishma said ‘ I hope Pratik does not trouble you much, the pervert. He was totally checking me out the other day.’

‘ I was not checking you out ‘ Pratik thought bitterly, but he could see why men would check her out, she was a stunner, even after having 2 girls from her divorced marriage she kept her form in tip-top condition and looked hardly older than 25 when her daughters were about that age.

‘Don’t worry ‘ said Shilpa’ I will be joining you as soon as possible when I get a new ticket and he will be here for the rest of the summer.’

As he turned to see them go, he noticed Shilpa was in her yoga dress, She too was a health freak, doing yoga, kickboxing, judo and various other exercises each day to keep herself fit. She wore a short blue sports bra and hot yoga pants with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was truly a sight to ogle but he knew better, last time a guy ogled at her in the park she literally busted his balls.
He gulped at the prospect of using the syringe on the tigress of stepmom when he saw her coming with a VR glass in her hand. She pulled out her phone which was apparently not working and he heard her grumble about not being able to see her yoga video on her new VR glass.

‘ I have your old phone’ Pratik blurted out. ‘ Where the hell did you find it? ‘ yelled Shilpa ‘ I thought I lost it in the mall last week.’ ‘ I found it …..umm….under your bed while cleaning’ he lied hastily. She snatched back her phone from him and said’ go and wash the dishes, I will be doing yoga so don’t dare to disturb me.’

After washing the dishes, Pratik wandered about their mansion, wondering about the syringe and what was in it. He was so lost in thought that he suddenly found himself in Shilpa’s yoga room. Not wanting to be caught by her and have his balls busted he turned to leave hastily when his eyes fell on Shilpa. She was standing with her arms outstretched on her sides, her legs were apart as if a statue. Her eyes were covered with the VR system connected to her old phone which Pratik gave her, her whole body glistened with sweat and her lips were slightly parted, a small stream of drool falling down her chin. Her yoga pant was short enough to be barely reaching beyond her pubes and the sight of her navel on full display with her taught belly made Pratik’s member straining against his pants. He went slowly near her, yet she did not move, still standing like a statue. ‘ Mom?’ he said, no answer,

He gave her a poke, nothing..she pulled the VR a little to see her eyes blank and staring at the screen, completely in a trance and then it struck him. He ran to his room to procure the syringe and came back to see Shilpa still in that position. He was too horny to even think straight, He wanted revenge for all these years and this was his chance, He pushed back the woman on her back making her lie on her yoga mat. Having a fetish with navels he plunged the syringe into her hot exposed navel and then another idea struck him. Taking out the half-empty syringe he pulled down her yoga pants and was delighted to see no panties. Her vagina was covered in short and soft bush currently glistening in sweat. He parted her nether lips and pinched her clitoris making it hard and erect and emptied the syringe into it.

At ones Shilpa began to moan and stir, in panic, Pratik dropped his syringe and was about to dash out of the room when he remembered, but going back he could not see it anymore as if it had disappeared and Shilpa had sat up looking him straight in the eyes. But instead of shouting at him for pricking her with needles she grinned seductively. ‘ Are you Ok, mom?’ said Pratik hoping against hope she did not know he injected her when she said in the most sultry voice ‘ I exist to serve my master. How can I serve you master?’ Pratik’s mind was working at light speed, ‘ has she been enslaved ?’ ‘ Master?’ he stammered. Shilpa was standing with her yoga pants halfway down her legs and her pussy had started dripping love juices making a small puddle where she stood, her voice suddenly became monotone’ Yes, whoever I see when I woke up is my new master, I am but his obedient slave. I exist to serve my master.’ Pratik slowly approached her wondering if it was a joke, then he reached out and groped her left boob, she merely moaned at the touch, her pussy gushing out even more juices. He decided to have some fun with her, but before he needed to know something more.’ Do you know what happened?’. ‘ Yes ‘ said Shilpa in her monotone’ I was doing yoga while watching the video in my phone when I was put under a spell.

Then you came into the room and saw me, you went back and returned with a vial of magic liquid which you injected in my navel and clit. The slave-making process was completed. Now my mind, body and will belong to you and you only.’ ‘Mind, body?’ Thought Pratik, ‘ Body? He suddenly had the imagination of Shilpa becoming taller, and in front of his eyes, she began to grow. He hastily brought back to her original structure. And asked ‘ What else can I do?’ ‘ You can make me anything you wish.’ ‘ Even STD proof?’ said Pratik, his mind working furiously ‘Yes.’

’ Listen, slave,’ said Pratik making up his mind ‘When I count to 3 you will go back to your original state but you will be forced to obey me when I say ‘Shilpa the slave doll’ you will return to this state. From now on you won’t get pregnant until I tell you to, nor will you get any STDs. At home, you will only wear extremely short, sleeveless dresses and expose your belly as much as you can. Me touching your navel, armpit or nipples will instantly cause you to have the strongest of orgasms. Now wake up slave, 1,2,3.’

Shilpa blinked, taking in her nakedness and Pratik, SLAP she had slapped him right across the cheek and within moments was holding him down with a judo move.’ YOU PERVERT!!’ she shrieked. ‘ Let go of me.’ Pratik could stammer and at ones she dropped him. Her eyes went wide with shock finding herself obeying Pratik’s command. ‘ Yes babe, I control you now’ said Pratik again enjoying himself at the sight of his feisty helpless stepmother, and I am going to pay you back for everything .’ She glared at him , there was a stil fire in her eyes, he enjoyed that, that was the fire he wanted to break. ‘ Grab a razor and some shaving cream, and come to the bathroom, we have work to do.’

In the bathroom he asked Shilpa to stand straight, hands behind her head and breasts thrust out, then he proceeded to lather up not only her pussy but her whole body. Bringing out her own video camera he set it up so that she was clearly visible and proceeded to shave her entire body, taking extra special time while doing her belly, armpits, and pussy allowing her to scream in ecstasy as she had orgasms one after the other. With his control over her body he had made it so she could have as many orgasms he wanted and even as her body shook and rocked with orgasms and her stamina depleted, he could care less. At last he fondled her breast 1 last time and opened the shower ice cold water rained on her naked body, making her nipples erect. After the bath he brought her to her bedroom and commanded her to lie on the bed naked and spread-eagled. He rummaged around in her drawer and fished out a vibrator which he put in her pussy, then with a command to not cum until he says so he went out.

3 Hours later when he came back Shilpa was still in that position, her eyes had rolled back into her head and she looked close to collapse. Pratik took out the vibrator and entered her slick pussy himself, pumping away for a good 10 minutes and only when he himself was ready to cum did he ordered her to do it and they came together. Shilpa still glared at him or tried to, but the torture was taking its toll and even her fit body was almost at its limit.
Pratik understood this too ‘ Don’t worry’ he said to Shilpa’ You will be going to the hill cabin tomorrow but till then. Get ready we are going shopping.’ And they did.

Pratik took Shilpa to a mall where he made her buy all sorts of clothes, which he himself checked. First came bikinis and lingerie, Shilpa was a sexy lady, she looked good in any type of dress but Pratik made her buy the especially slutty ones, not only in her size but also the sizes of her daughters, his aunts, and even their daughters. Then he made her buy all sorts of designer sarees and blouses, each sleeveless and covering the minimal amount of skin. And then finally they looked around the city to find an adult store where Pratik bought vibrators, butt plugs, dildos of all sorts types and sizes and finally their escapades was over. On reaching home he made Shilpa model all the dresses they bought, saving the pictures in a camera and finally very late at night an exhausted Shilpa could go to bed and was forced to fall asleep while Pratik spent some more time playing with her sleeping body, until the bed sheets were soaked in her cum. But when Shilpa got up next day she had forgotten everything. She left to catch her flight, for some unknown reason she had bought Pratik a ticket too and while she rode the cab to the airport she wondered why her breath smelled like cum.