MY PERVERT BOSS ( CHAPTER 14- "the torture chair")

At last, she fainted on the bondage bed, her body too exhausted to take any more. The room was a blur of sweat and sex, the scent of cum and her arousal hanging heavy in the air.

It was afternoon when Shreya's eyes fluttered open, and panic set in immediately. She was bound—tightly. Thick leather straps held her wrists and ankles in place, locking her against a cold, rigid metal frame. She tried to shift her weight, but there was no seat beneath her, nothing to rest on—just a hard backrest keeping her upright. The only thing holding her up were the straps digging into her skin, reminding her of the intense pleasure she had just endured.

Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps as she struggled, but the restraints didn't give an inch. More straps ran across her thighs, waist, and arms, keeping her completely immobilized. She wasn't just tied up—she was trapped. The room was spinning, and she could feel the stickiness of sweat and cum on her body, a stark reminder of the depraved scene she had been a part of. She had never felt so... claimed. So utterly at their mercy.

The first jolt hit her like lightning, a sharp, electric shock that made her scream out, her eyes wide with surprise and pain. The metal pad on her thigh had come to life, sending waves of electric pleasure-pain through her body. She writhed against the bonds, her breasts bouncing, her nipples standing tall and sensitive from the earlier abuse. The buzzing grew louder, more insistent, and she felt the panic rising in her chest.

The second pad activated, this time on her stomach, and she gasped as the sensation grew more intense. The chair was alive, a twisted creature designed for one purpose: to inflict pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. The shocks grew stronger, the buzzing louder, and she felt the muscles in her stomach clench and spasm. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, but she didn't know if she could handle it.

And then she heard it—footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps that grew louder as they approached the room. Shreya's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement. Was it Mr. Kapoor coming to check on her, or someone else? Her mind raced with possibilities, her body taut with anticipation.

The door swung open, and Mr. Kapoor stepped into the room, a wicked grin on his face. He was the last man to leave her, his cum still drying on her skin. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and she knew he wasn't done with her yet. "Looks like you're awake," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Ready for your new life ?"

Shreya felt a jolt of fear mixed with excitement. What did he mean? Was this a twisted form of punishment or a new phase of her servitude? Her thoughts raced as he moved closer, his eyes raking over her bound body. "But... but I thought my punishment was over," she stuttered, her voice weak and trembling.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in close, his breath hot on her neck. "Punishment?" He chuckled darkly. "This, my dear, was just a taste of what's to come." He reached down and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Your job now is to serve me and the other partners, whenever and however we wish."

Shreya's eyes widened in shock, her body still humming from the aftermath of the electric shocks. "But... but sir, I can't," she stuttered, her mind racing. "What about my job, my responsibilities?"

Mr. Kapoor leaned closer, his breath a warm caress on her cheek. "Your job is to serve us now," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "And your responsibilities are to make sure we're all satisfied." He reached down, his hand hovering just above the pad between her legs. "But if you really can't handle it, I can always give you another taste of this."

Shreya felt a jolt of terror and anticipation as he flipped a switch, the electricity arcing closer to her pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes pleading. "No, no, I'll do it," she promised, her voice shaking. "I'll serve you, sir."

Mr. Kapoor leaned in even closer, his breath tickling her ear. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, remember, from now on, you will call me 'Master'. Do you understand?"

Shreya nodded frantically, her eyes wide with fear. "Yes, Master," she whispered, the word feeling strange and foreign on her lips.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew wider, and he leaned back, his hand moving to the control panel of the chair. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl of approval. "Now, let's get started with your training."

With a flick of a switch, the electricity pulsed through the pad on her thigh again, sending a wave of painful pleasure through her body. She screamed, her muscles spasming involuntarily. "Remember," he said, his voice cold and hard, "you are now my property. For the next fifteen days, you will do as I say, when I say, without question. If you don't, I will punish you. And trust me, slut , you won't like the punishments."

Mr. Kapoor stepped back, watching her squirm and fight against the bonds. He enjoyed the sight of her, bound and helpless, her body at his mercy. "The first rule," he began, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You will always address me as 'Master'. Understood?"

Shreya nodded frantically, her eyes pleading. "Yes, Master," she gasped, the word feeling even more degrading coming from her mouth.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew even wider as he pushed the two smaller vibrators into her pussy, the smooth silicone sliding in easily from the earlier lubrication. She whimpered as they filled her up, the sensation of being stretched making her feel even more vulnerable. Then, with a cruel twist of his hand, he attached the third vibrator to her clit, securing it with a strap that kept it in place, pressing firmly against her swollen bud.

"Now, let's see how well you can follow orders," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. He turned the speed of the shocks up, the chair buzzing to life with a fervent energy that seemed to pulse through her veins. The vibrations grew stronger, the two vibrators inside her pulsing in tandem with the electric shocks.

Shreya's body jerked, her muscles straining against the leather bonds. She could feel the pressure building, the beginnings of an orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. "P-please, M-master," she stuttered, her voice shaky. "I can't... I can't hold back."

Mr. Kapoor's smile was cold and calculating. "That's rule number two," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "You are not allowed to cum without my permission. If you do, you will be punished."

The shocks grew more intense, the vibrations inside her matching the rhythm of her racing heart. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was so close, yet so far away. Her body was begging for release, but she knew she couldn't give in. Not without his consent.

"Third rule," Mr. Kapoor continued, his eyes never leaving hers, "you will not speak unless spoken to. Your voice is only for my pleasure and the expression of your pain and submission."

Shreya nodded again, her mouth dry, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. The thought of being under his complete control was both terrifying and thrilling.

Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand sliding down to her waist. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now, let's discuss rule number four."

Shreya held her breath, her body quivering with anticipation. "Yes, Master," she managed to say, her voice hoarse from the earlier screams.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "Very good," he murmured, his hand moving to caress her cheek. "Now, remember, before speaking, you must always ask for my permission."

Shreya nodded, her eyes glazed with lust and fear. "Master, may I have your permission to speak?" she asked, her voice a trembling whisper.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew wicked as he nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You may," he said, his voice a low growl.

Shreya took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Master, what... what will be my punishment if I fail to follow the rules?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Mr. Kapoor's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, sleek remote. He held it up, the buttons glinting in the dim light. "This," he said, his voice a dark promise. "This little device controls the intensity of your pleasure and pain." He pressed a button, and the shocks grew even more intense, making her body convulse. "But if you're a good girl, I might just reward you." He leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper. "But if you fail..."

Without warning, he slapped her face, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet room. Shreya's eyes watered, and she gasped for air, the sting of his hand on her cheek a stark contrast to the pulsing pleasure between her legs. "You're so curious," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But curiosity can be a dangerous thing."

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he increased the speed of the vibrator in her pussy. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure almost unbearable. "Remember, slut," he said, his voice a low growl, "the intensity of your punishment will depend on the mistake you make." He paused, his thumb hovering over the button. "Do you understand?"

"Master, may I have your permission to speak?" she asked, her voice a trembling whisper.

Mr. Kapoor's smile was like a shark's, all teeth and predatory anticipation. "Yes, my dear," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

Shreya nodded again, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes, Master," she corrected herself, the words feeling strange but somehow right. "I understand."

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his hand moving to her mouth. "Good," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Now, rule number four." He paused, watching her closely. "You will only drink what I give you." His thumb traced the outline of her lips, the gesture surprisingly tender amidst the harshness of his words. "My piss. My cum."

"Master, may I have your permission to speak?" she asked.

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew even more wicked at her obedience. "Yes, my pet," he purred.

Shreya took a deep, shaky breath, trying to process the new rule. "But... but what if I'm thirsty, Master?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his hand stroking her cheek with surprising gentleness. "Then you will ask for my permission," he said, his eyes boring into hers. "You are to drink only what I give you. If you're thirsty, you'll have to wait until I allow it." He stepped back, his smile turning into a smirk. "And if you dare to drink without my say-so..."

Without another word, he turned the dial on the chair again, the intensity of the vibrations and shocks increasing. Shreya's eyes rolled back in her head as she fought the oncoming orgasm, her body a tapestry of pleasure and pain. The chair was a prison of pleasure, a device of his own twisted making, designed to break her down and rebuild her into the perfect servant.

Mr. Kapoor stepped closer, his hand moving to the base of her neck. "Remember, rule number five," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You will not look away from me during your training sessions." He squeezed gently, reminding her of his control. "Your eyes will be on me at all times."

"Master, may I have your permission to speak?"

"Yes, my dear,"

Shreya nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

Mr. Kapoor's hand tightened slightly around her neck, his grip firm but not painful. "Good," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Now, let's move on to rule number six."

Shreya's heart raced as she awaited his next command. She knew there were more rules to come, more boundaries to be set and shattered. "Master, may I have your permission to speak?" she asked, her voice a trembling whisper.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Yes, my dear," he purred.

Shreya felt her heart race even faster as he spoke. "Master, what is rule number six?" she asked, her voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

Mr. Kapoor's smirk grew wider. "Rule number six," he began, his eyes raking over her naked, bound body, "you will remain naked at all times, until I decide you've learned your lesson." His hand slid down her back, tracing the line of her spine before coming to rest on the swell of her ass. "You will eat naked, work naked, and serve naked. Every inch of you will be exposed to me and my partners."

Shreya's cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought, but she felt a strange thrill at the idea of being so exposed, so vulnerable before them. "Master, may I have your permission to speak?" she whispered.

Mr. Kapoor's grip tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, my pet," he said, his voice a dark rumble of approval.

Shreya took a deep, shaky breath, her body trembling with anticipation. "Master, what is rule number seven?"

Mr. Kapoor's smile grew even more wicked as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Rule number seven," he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, "you will never refuse any sexual act I or any of the person demand of you." His thumb brushed against her wet pussy, making her gasp. "You will be ours to use and enjoy, in any way we see fit."

Shreya's body trembled with a mix of fear and excitement at the thought of being at their mercy. "Master, may I have your permission to speak?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in, his eyes glinting with desire. "Yes, my sweet," he said, his voice a gentle whisper.

Shreya took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes never leaving his. "Master, what is rule number eight?"

Mr. Kapoor leaned in even closer, his hand sliding around to cup her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Rule number eight," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "you are not allowed to pee , poop or bath until I say so." His grip tightened, his thumb tracing the curve of her ass. "Your body is now under my control."

Shreya felt a mix of fear and excitement at his words. "But, Master," she began, her voice a trembling whine.

Mr. Kapoor's smile was cold, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Silence," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "You will not speak unless you're given permission."