10-10-2025, 11:06 AM
The air in the room was thick, not just with the scent of jasmine Paromita used as her sensual war-paint, but with the heavy knowledge of forbidden intimacy that now ruled the household. Paromita, the formidable Mohini, stood at the precipice of her new domain. She was the commanding mistress, and Rahul, her beautiful, powerful dewar, was her property.
The routine of the hand-job, though a masterful assertion of her control, was becoming merely a mechanism of release. Rahul’s youthful vigor was potent, but fleeting. He lasted only a few minutes before shattering under her touch. This lack of endurance was an affront to her power; she needed a disciplined servant, not an impatient boy prone to rushing.
“No,” Paromita whispered to her reflection, tracing the full curve of her lips. “The hand manages the rhythm, but the mouth commands the soul. I need to train his magnificent instrument to serve, to endure, to suffer under my total control. His release must become a profound, enduring tribute, not a quick, desperate act of self-relief.”
Her objective was precise; push his endurance to at least 15 minutes, laying the foundation for true, lasting stamina. The next session, she decided, would be 30 minutes of exquisite, torturous discipline, using the wet heat of her mouth and the cold steel of her command.
She found Rahul in their usual midnight chamber, lying obediently on the bed, already naked and prepared, a towel strategically placed. His erection, his dick, was already raised, eager and ready for her touch.
Paromita approached him slowly, her silk nightgown rustling softly a garment she now wore with predatory confidence.
“You look eager, Rahul,” Paromita purred, her voice dripping with possessive authority. She did not kneel immediately, choosing instead to sit on the edge of the bed, running her hand down his chest and lingering on his thigh.
“I am always eager for your command, Boudi. I live only for your pleasure,” Rahul responded instantly, his voice thick with devotion and mounting lust.
Paromita smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. “Your desire is excellent, Rahul, but your discipline is still lacking. You rush to the finish line, eager for escape. You forget that true devotion lies in the journey, in the delicious, prolonged pain of anticipation.”
She moved her hand to cup his throbbing hardness, weighing the power in her palm. “You claimed my body through force and persistence, and I allowed it. But now, I own this strength. And I demand that this beautiful instrument learn to last. Your performance is still only minutes long. That is unacceptable. I want stamina. I want endurance. I want you to feel the agonizing truth of my control over every nerve ending in your body.”
Rahul’s breath hitched, confusion warring with immediate arousal. “Stamina, Boudi? What must I do?”
“You are my student, Rahul. And today, we move beyond the simple textbook of the hand. We advance to the graduate course of the mouth the deepest intimacy, the highest discipline. This is not just pleasure; this is a lesson that will rewrite the capabilities of your manhood.”
Paromita moved to the foot of the bed, kneeling before him. She looked up at his magnificent arousal, her eyes blazing with fierce intent. She took a moment, letting him absorb the imminent truth of her choice.
“You wanted the fantasy of the ‘blow job’ ? You wanted Mohini to grant you that intimate service? She grants it, but only as a tool of instruction.”
She reached out, gently rubbing a generous amount of fragrant oil onto the base of his shaft, forcing him to endure the light, tormenting touch before the main event.
“The hands are useful, but the tongue, Rahul, is ruthless. It dictates sensation, depth, and obedience. You will feel my mouth, the velvet heat, the firm suction. And when you scream my name, when your body coils and begs for release, I will pull back. And you will wait. You will last 30 minutes today, even if it feels like your very soul is being torn from your body. Do you understand your agonizing duty?”
Rahul nodded, trembling. “Yes, Boudi. Your will is my stamina.”
Paromita lowered her head. The first touch was electric the sudden, wet heat enveloping him, combined with the firm pressure of her lips and the delicate circling of her tongue. Rahul gasped, arching his back, clutching the sheets.
The first five minutes were a dizzying ascent. Paromita used deep, aggressive suction, mimicking the intensity she knew would drive him quickly to the brink. She felt the immediate, hard throbbing in her mouth, the frantic escalation of his breath.
At the four-minute mark, when his entire body was rigid and starting to spasm with the precursors of release, Paromita pulled back sharply, moving her mouth away entirely.
Rahul cried out, a strangled sound of frustration and physical agony. He was left naked and exposed, his erection straining against the empty air, feeling the painful, hot ache of withdrawal.
“Why, Boudi? I was so close!” he choked out, his voice raw.
Paromita gazed at him, wiping her lips delicately with her hand. She was the picture of unruffled control. “You were rushing, my impatient boy. You reached for the edge too soon. The lesson must continue. Four minutes is the time of a quick, cheap thrill. I demand fifteen minutes of exquisite, sustained agony.”
She leaned in again, teasing him with her hot breath against his tip, running her tongue lightly across the sensitive surface, then retreating entirely.
“Now, relax, Rahul. Breathe deep. Let the blood flow back. Use the discipline you learned in your studies. Focus that energy, that desperate need, and harness it. This delicious pain is proof of your obedience.”
The next five minutes were pure torture. Paromita returned, but she focused only on shallow, teasing strokes, alternating between a light, scbanging motion with her teeth (gently, just enough to shock) and deep, sustained suction that lasted mere seconds. She repeated the cycle of bringing him to the edge the point of no return and then yanking him back ruthlessly.
At the 10-minute mark, Rahul was sweating profusely, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. He was silently fighting the physical urge to move, to beg, or to simply give up.
Paromita felt the desperate throbbing intensify in her mouth. She knew the agony she was inflicting, and it thrilled her this was the power she craved.
“Tell me about the pain, Rahul,” Paromita commanded, pulling back slightly, her breath hot and wet against him. “Describe the tension building in your core. Tell me how much you yearn for the relief that only my mouth can grant.”
“It… it burns, Boudi. It’s a magnificent, beautiful burning. I can’t hold on. My legs… they are shaking. Please, Mohini. Let me fall! I swear I’ll study every hour you command!” he pleaded, using the language of their power exchange.
Paromita narrowed her eyes. “Swearing is easy. Enduring is true obedience. You said you would be my servant. A servant does not dictate the terms of his release. Fifteen minutes is the minimum standard, Rahul. I will not accept a rushed sacrifice. You will hold that tension for me.”
She plunged back down, taking him deep in her mouth, pushing him immediately over the breaking point again. She vigorously started to make her mouth go up and down on his dick. She could feel his veins on his dick making contact with her mouth. The tip of the dick touching her lips in one motion and then the length of the meat engulfing her tongue and inner walls of her mouth the next moment. The sheer intensity of the sensation in her mouth was designed to overwhelm his mind, leaving only raw, visceral need. It felt as if her mouth was just right for Rahul's thick and young dick. She enjoyed her up and down job on his meat making quick glances to his face. His eyes closed and moans escaped his mouth. What a sight!!! A boudi sucking the dick of her dewar is not only an incest relationship but also breaking the social taboos of the society. Paromita cared a damn about the society and their views, at this moment she was busy engulfing a young thick dick and it didn't matter to her if it was her husband's brother. A husband who had left his beautiful wife back at home with his own brother and gone abroad just to earn money.
At 15 minutes, Paromita was relentless. She maintained the intense, agonizing suction until his lower back muscles coiled, ready to launch. She felt the slight pulse, the final warning sign and stopped, pulling away, letting him writhe in the empty air.
Rahul groaned, a long, mournful sound of exhaustion and unbearable tension. He couldn't speak, only pant.
Paromita waited patiently, counting slowly, giving his system just enough time to normalize. She saw the tears of sheer, physical distress well up in his eyes. She felt herself powerful in this position seeing a young boy gasp for air.
“Excellent, Rahul. Fifteen minutes of sustained discipline. You survived the peak. Now, we continue the lesson. We will double the time, teaching your body that the moment of surrender is my decision, and mine alone.”
The training resumed, but now Paromita changed her technique. She used her hands in conjunction with her mouth, holding his testicles firmly, applying pressure to sensitive nerve clusters while simultaneously using her tongue to torture the crown of his glans. Her hands were slowly and steadily pinching his cum filled balls. The cum which she has made to ejaculate all this time by her hands, now demanded a release by her mouth.
“Feel the power in my grasp, Rahul. The power of the woman who tied your Rakhi, who blesses your studies, and who controls every drop of your physical vigor. You thought you could defeat me with force? You thought you could rush me? Now you see the true nature of my dominance.”
She continued the edging for the next 15 minutes, pushing him to the brink at least six more times. Each time, Rahul’s silent suffering was profound. He stopped begging, realizing that his pleas only intensified her resolve. He focused only on enduring, on being the 'obedient student' he needed to be. He bit his lip, trying to channel the searing, delicious pain into disciplined stillness.
Finally, at the full 30-minute mark, Paromita decided the lesson was complete. Rahul’s body was shaking uncontrollably, his skin slick with sweat, his eyes glazed with the exquisite, unbearable tension she had sustained.
“Enough, my beautiful, suffering servant,” Paromita whispered, her mouth wet with the evidence of his desperation. “You have earned your release through obedience. You will now experience the explosive relief that only total submission can grant.”
She took him into her mouth one last time, deep and firm, sustaining the motion with ruthless consistency. Going up and down on his member with vigorous high intensity. Rahul cried out her name, the sound guttural and shattered, his entire body convulsing as his accumulated semen erupted fiercely, flooding her mouth and throat.
Paromita endured the powerful torrent, savoring the primal force of his release. She did not immediately break suction, holding him tightly until the final pulse subsided. This intimate consumption of his climax was the ultimate symbol of her ownership the rawest form of worship. She had a smile on her face even though she knew her own brother in law has ejaculated his cum straight in her mouth. The entire load of it. Cum was dripping from her mouth and Paromita being a loyal boudi was happily gulping all her own dewar's man seed in. She felt complete. Rahul felt complete. This was the first time in many years she has gulped an entire cum load in her mouth. There were cum stains all over her lips like bubbles. White gum like liquid spilled out of her mouth. Rahul was watching all this in awe and Paromita was looking at him maintaining a constant eye contact while the entire act was underway.
When she finally pulled back, wiping her mouth with a prepared cloth, Rahul lay limp and utterly drained on the bed, breathless, yet magnificent in his spent submission.
Paromita looked at him, her eyes shining with triumph. “Thirty minutes, Rahul. That is the price of my touch. Now, you understand the depth of devotion I require. You will sleep now. You will excel tomorrow. Because the next time I allow this release, I expect 20 minutes of sustained endurance. Do you promise me this, my Rahul?”
Rahul merely nodded, too exhausted to speak, his gaze fixed on her face the face of the woman who had just used the most intimate act to inflict the most exquisite, instructional pain, ensuring his absolute, uninhibited obedience.
The routine of the hand-job, though a masterful assertion of her control, was becoming merely a mechanism of release. Rahul’s youthful vigor was potent, but fleeting. He lasted only a few minutes before shattering under her touch. This lack of endurance was an affront to her power; she needed a disciplined servant, not an impatient boy prone to rushing.
“No,” Paromita whispered to her reflection, tracing the full curve of her lips. “The hand manages the rhythm, but the mouth commands the soul. I need to train his magnificent instrument to serve, to endure, to suffer under my total control. His release must become a profound, enduring tribute, not a quick, desperate act of self-relief.”
Her objective was precise; push his endurance to at least 15 minutes, laying the foundation for true, lasting stamina. The next session, she decided, would be 30 minutes of exquisite, torturous discipline, using the wet heat of her mouth and the cold steel of her command.
She found Rahul in their usual midnight chamber, lying obediently on the bed, already naked and prepared, a towel strategically placed. His erection, his dick, was already raised, eager and ready for her touch.
Paromita approached him slowly, her silk nightgown rustling softly a garment she now wore with predatory confidence.
“You look eager, Rahul,” Paromita purred, her voice dripping with possessive authority. She did not kneel immediately, choosing instead to sit on the edge of the bed, running her hand down his chest and lingering on his thigh.
“I am always eager for your command, Boudi. I live only for your pleasure,” Rahul responded instantly, his voice thick with devotion and mounting lust.
Paromita smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. “Your desire is excellent, Rahul, but your discipline is still lacking. You rush to the finish line, eager for escape. You forget that true devotion lies in the journey, in the delicious, prolonged pain of anticipation.”
She moved her hand to cup his throbbing hardness, weighing the power in her palm. “You claimed my body through force and persistence, and I allowed it. But now, I own this strength. And I demand that this beautiful instrument learn to last. Your performance is still only minutes long. That is unacceptable. I want stamina. I want endurance. I want you to feel the agonizing truth of my control over every nerve ending in your body.”
Rahul’s breath hitched, confusion warring with immediate arousal. “Stamina, Boudi? What must I do?”
“You are my student, Rahul. And today, we move beyond the simple textbook of the hand. We advance to the graduate course of the mouth the deepest intimacy, the highest discipline. This is not just pleasure; this is a lesson that will rewrite the capabilities of your manhood.”
Paromita moved to the foot of the bed, kneeling before him. She looked up at his magnificent arousal, her eyes blazing with fierce intent. She took a moment, letting him absorb the imminent truth of her choice.
“You wanted the fantasy of the ‘blow job’ ? You wanted Mohini to grant you that intimate service? She grants it, but only as a tool of instruction.”
She reached out, gently rubbing a generous amount of fragrant oil onto the base of his shaft, forcing him to endure the light, tormenting touch before the main event.
“The hands are useful, but the tongue, Rahul, is ruthless. It dictates sensation, depth, and obedience. You will feel my mouth, the velvet heat, the firm suction. And when you scream my name, when your body coils and begs for release, I will pull back. And you will wait. You will last 30 minutes today, even if it feels like your very soul is being torn from your body. Do you understand your agonizing duty?”
Rahul nodded, trembling. “Yes, Boudi. Your will is my stamina.”
Paromita lowered her head. The first touch was electric the sudden, wet heat enveloping him, combined with the firm pressure of her lips and the delicate circling of her tongue. Rahul gasped, arching his back, clutching the sheets.
The first five minutes were a dizzying ascent. Paromita used deep, aggressive suction, mimicking the intensity she knew would drive him quickly to the brink. She felt the immediate, hard throbbing in her mouth, the frantic escalation of his breath.
At the four-minute mark, when his entire body was rigid and starting to spasm with the precursors of release, Paromita pulled back sharply, moving her mouth away entirely.
Rahul cried out, a strangled sound of frustration and physical agony. He was left naked and exposed, his erection straining against the empty air, feeling the painful, hot ache of withdrawal.
“Why, Boudi? I was so close!” he choked out, his voice raw.
Paromita gazed at him, wiping her lips delicately with her hand. She was the picture of unruffled control. “You were rushing, my impatient boy. You reached for the edge too soon. The lesson must continue. Four minutes is the time of a quick, cheap thrill. I demand fifteen minutes of exquisite, sustained agony.”
She leaned in again, teasing him with her hot breath against his tip, running her tongue lightly across the sensitive surface, then retreating entirely.
“Now, relax, Rahul. Breathe deep. Let the blood flow back. Use the discipline you learned in your studies. Focus that energy, that desperate need, and harness it. This delicious pain is proof of your obedience.”
The next five minutes were pure torture. Paromita returned, but she focused only on shallow, teasing strokes, alternating between a light, scbanging motion with her teeth (gently, just enough to shock) and deep, sustained suction that lasted mere seconds. She repeated the cycle of bringing him to the edge the point of no return and then yanking him back ruthlessly.
At the 10-minute mark, Rahul was sweating profusely, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white. He was silently fighting the physical urge to move, to beg, or to simply give up.
Paromita felt the desperate throbbing intensify in her mouth. She knew the agony she was inflicting, and it thrilled her this was the power she craved.
“Tell me about the pain, Rahul,” Paromita commanded, pulling back slightly, her breath hot and wet against him. “Describe the tension building in your core. Tell me how much you yearn for the relief that only my mouth can grant.”
“It… it burns, Boudi. It’s a magnificent, beautiful burning. I can’t hold on. My legs… they are shaking. Please, Mohini. Let me fall! I swear I’ll study every hour you command!” he pleaded, using the language of their power exchange.
Paromita narrowed her eyes. “Swearing is easy. Enduring is true obedience. You said you would be my servant. A servant does not dictate the terms of his release. Fifteen minutes is the minimum standard, Rahul. I will not accept a rushed sacrifice. You will hold that tension for me.”
She plunged back down, taking him deep in her mouth, pushing him immediately over the breaking point again. She vigorously started to make her mouth go up and down on his dick. She could feel his veins on his dick making contact with her mouth. The tip of the dick touching her lips in one motion and then the length of the meat engulfing her tongue and inner walls of her mouth the next moment. The sheer intensity of the sensation in her mouth was designed to overwhelm his mind, leaving only raw, visceral need. It felt as if her mouth was just right for Rahul's thick and young dick. She enjoyed her up and down job on his meat making quick glances to his face. His eyes closed and moans escaped his mouth. What a sight!!! A boudi sucking the dick of her dewar is not only an incest relationship but also breaking the social taboos of the society. Paromita cared a damn about the society and their views, at this moment she was busy engulfing a young thick dick and it didn't matter to her if it was her husband's brother. A husband who had left his beautiful wife back at home with his own brother and gone abroad just to earn money.
At 15 minutes, Paromita was relentless. She maintained the intense, agonizing suction until his lower back muscles coiled, ready to launch. She felt the slight pulse, the final warning sign and stopped, pulling away, letting him writhe in the empty air.
Rahul groaned, a long, mournful sound of exhaustion and unbearable tension. He couldn't speak, only pant.
Paromita waited patiently, counting slowly, giving his system just enough time to normalize. She saw the tears of sheer, physical distress well up in his eyes. She felt herself powerful in this position seeing a young boy gasp for air.
“Excellent, Rahul. Fifteen minutes of sustained discipline. You survived the peak. Now, we continue the lesson. We will double the time, teaching your body that the moment of surrender is my decision, and mine alone.”
The training resumed, but now Paromita changed her technique. She used her hands in conjunction with her mouth, holding his testicles firmly, applying pressure to sensitive nerve clusters while simultaneously using her tongue to torture the crown of his glans. Her hands were slowly and steadily pinching his cum filled balls. The cum which she has made to ejaculate all this time by her hands, now demanded a release by her mouth.
“Feel the power in my grasp, Rahul. The power of the woman who tied your Rakhi, who blesses your studies, and who controls every drop of your physical vigor. You thought you could defeat me with force? You thought you could rush me? Now you see the true nature of my dominance.”
She continued the edging for the next 15 minutes, pushing him to the brink at least six more times. Each time, Rahul’s silent suffering was profound. He stopped begging, realizing that his pleas only intensified her resolve. He focused only on enduring, on being the 'obedient student' he needed to be. He bit his lip, trying to channel the searing, delicious pain into disciplined stillness.
Finally, at the full 30-minute mark, Paromita decided the lesson was complete. Rahul’s body was shaking uncontrollably, his skin slick with sweat, his eyes glazed with the exquisite, unbearable tension she had sustained.
“Enough, my beautiful, suffering servant,” Paromita whispered, her mouth wet with the evidence of his desperation. “You have earned your release through obedience. You will now experience the explosive relief that only total submission can grant.”
She took him into her mouth one last time, deep and firm, sustaining the motion with ruthless consistency. Going up and down on his member with vigorous high intensity. Rahul cried out her name, the sound guttural and shattered, his entire body convulsing as his accumulated semen erupted fiercely, flooding her mouth and throat.
Paromita endured the powerful torrent, savoring the primal force of his release. She did not immediately break suction, holding him tightly until the final pulse subsided. This intimate consumption of his climax was the ultimate symbol of her ownership the rawest form of worship. She had a smile on her face even though she knew her own brother in law has ejaculated his cum straight in her mouth. The entire load of it. Cum was dripping from her mouth and Paromita being a loyal boudi was happily gulping all her own dewar's man seed in. She felt complete. Rahul felt complete. This was the first time in many years she has gulped an entire cum load in her mouth. There were cum stains all over her lips like bubbles. White gum like liquid spilled out of her mouth. Rahul was watching all this in awe and Paromita was looking at him maintaining a constant eye contact while the entire act was underway.
When she finally pulled back, wiping her mouth with a prepared cloth, Rahul lay limp and utterly drained on the bed, breathless, yet magnificent in his spent submission.
Paromita looked at him, her eyes shining with triumph. “Thirty minutes, Rahul. That is the price of my touch. Now, you understand the depth of devotion I require. You will sleep now. You will excel tomorrow. Because the next time I allow this release, I expect 20 minutes of sustained endurance. Do you promise me this, my Rahul?”
Rahul merely nodded, too exhausted to speak, his gaze fixed on her face the face of the woman who had just used the most intimate act to inflict the most exquisite, instructional pain, ensuring his absolute, uninhibited obedience.
Komal.
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