My Shy Junior Was a 'Vanilla' Topper. I Turned Him Into My Personal Slave in the Boys' Hostel.
CULTURE
I Turned Him Into My Personal Slave in the Boys' Hostel.
Akash was a cliché. First-year engineering student, thick glasses, shirt always tucked in, flinched if a girl even looked at him. He was the university topper, a brain with legs. And to me, a final-year Arts student with a taste for the forbidden, he was a blank canvas. An unopened book. I wanted to be the one to scribble all over his pristine pages.
It started as a game. I'd "accidentally" drop my books in front of him. He'd scramble to pick them up, blushing furiously. I'd thank him, letting my fingers linger on his for a second too long, and watch him short-circuit.
The game escalated. I started giving him tasks. "Akash, be a dear and get me a coffee." "Akash, my laptop's slow, can you look at it?" He was always eager to please, desperate for my approval. I rewarded him not with flirtation, but with praise. "Good boy, Akash. You're so reliable." That phrase, I learned, was like a drug to him.
The turning point was in the library late one night. I "complained" my feet were sore. "I wish I had a footstool," I sighed dramatically. He looked around, then hesitantly got on his hands and knees. "You can... use my back, Meera," he whispered, his face burning. I put my feet on him. He was trembling. I had him.
That night, I told him to come to my room. He thought it was to study. I locked the door and told him to kneel. The confusion and fear in his eyes was delicious.
"Your new project, Akash, is me," I told him. "Your only grade is my pleasure."
I never slept with him. That would have been too simple, too... vanilla. My domination was purely psychological. I made him my personal servant. He did my laundry, wrote my assignments, and messaged me every hour to report his activities. His punishment for a late report wasn't a spanking; it was being forbidden to speak to me for a day, which was a far greater torture for him.
His grades started slipping. The university topper was now getting B's. His friends were worried. But Akash had never looked happier. The nervous, shy boy was replaced by someone with a purpose, a devotion. His entire world narrowed to a single point: me.
Last week, I went to the boys' hostel to pick up an assignment he'd completed for me. His roommate was out. I found him on the floor, not studying, but meticulously polishing my sandals with his own handkerchief.
He looked up at me, his glasses slipping down his nose, his eyes filled with an adoration so pure it was almost blinding. He wasn't the university topper anymore. He was mine. I had found the 'off' switch for his brilliant mind and turned on his soul. And it was the most exhilarating power I have ever known.nar.