Aunt Rani
Submitted on 04/28/08
Chapter One: My beautiful aunt
I am an Indian man living in England from birth. My family are Indian
immigrants, though I myself have been born and brought up in London. I guess
if anything I am English.
Since the day I was born I had led a very comfortable life as my father was
a successful businessman. I went to all the best schools and had the
privileged upbringing that children of my age group envied. I couldn't fault
my early life and my childhood had always been happy. My mother was a
housewife and I am their only child.
The only other family member is my father's brother Hari of whom I am
particularly close to. My father might have been well off but Uncle Hari was
extremely rich. He loved me dearly and dotes on me. I suppose I was probably
a lot closer to Uncle Hari than my own father.
Uncle Hari was the perfect uncle that anybody could wish for. He was very
loving and very funny, the kind of person one would want as a best friend.
If Uncle Hari had a shortcoming then it is probably his inability to settle
down. My parents are often nagging him to get married and although Uncle
Hari had many girlfriends over the years he was unable (or reluctant) to
commit himself. This used to concern my parents greatly as they wanted him
to find a wife and settle down.
Chapter Two: Uncle Hari's new wife
However one day after coming back from a business trip to India, Uncle Hari
suddenly announced that he was getting married.
At first my parents were overjoyed with the news. It was only when they met
the bride that they became less enthusiastic with the idea.
The girl that captured Uncle Hari's heart is a beautiful Indian woman called
Rani. My parents were against the union for two reasons. Firstly there was
the age gap. Uncle Hari was 55 and his bride was 27. Secondly it became
apparent that Rani is a gold digger. She is very extravagant in her tastes
and loved nothing better than to spend Uncle Hari's money.
When I first saw Auntie Rani I must admit I had a crush on her. She was very
beautiful. She was very tall (six foot, two inches) with long jet black
raven coloured hair. As well as being beautiful, she had an excellent figure
with beautiful long legs, large breasts and large buttocks with wide hips
(which gave off a tantalising wiggle when she walked).
Curiously, although I found her very sexy, I was also quite frightened of
her as she very intimating.
When she first used to come round our house (when she was engaged to Uncle
Hari) she used to wear very revealing clothes. She would wear crop tops and
very short skirts which displayed her beautiful long slender legs.
Just before the wedding and after marriage she tends to wear saris but she
still looked beautiful.
Whenever she was around me in the company of Uncle Hari or my parents she
would always smile at me and be affectionate. However I always suspected
that Auntie Rani's smiles and tokens of affection were all false. I was
proved correct. It was only when we were alone together (after my parents
and Uncle Hari were out the house) that her behaviour towards me was
different. She suddenly switches to becoming very bossy and rude and
generally tended to neglect me as she watched TV or talked to her
girlfriends on the phone.
Over the years the relationship between my parents and Uncle Hari and his
wife deteriorated. My parents began to resent her as time went by to the
point where they didn't like her at all.
At this point, although we were used to seeing Uncle Hari come round our
house from time to time, we were beginning to see less and less of Auntie
Rani to the point where she stopped coming round to our place altogether.
It didn't bother my parents because as far as they were concerned, the less
they see of her, the better. However it bothered me a lot. Despite her
haughty and bitchy nature towards me, I must admit I was madly in love with
her as I was so addicted to her beauty.
Chapter Three: Death of the parents
By the time I was fifteen I had not seen Auntie Rani for five years. It was
at this time that my life changed dramatically. I had just passed an entry
examination to join a very posh and expensive private college. It was the
hope of my parents and Uncle Hari that I will one day attend the prestigious
universities of either Oxford or Cambridge. It seems that I had a bright
future. However tragedy struck.
One day Uncle Hari decided to drive to Manchester for a business trip. At
the last minute my parents decided to go with him to see some friends who
were based there. They left me with a white couple called the Jones's before
departing with my uncle. It was the last I ever saw of them. A few hours
later, the car crashed killing all on board. The police suspected foul play,
as they discovered that the brakes have been tampered with, but they never
arrested anyone.
After the accident it was perhaps natural for one to assume that since
Auntie Rani was my only living relative that I will live with her. However
almost everybody knew that she wouldn't make an effort to seek custody of
me, knowing full well that she was a haughty and uncaring woman who only
married my uncle for his money. They were not wrong. She didn't even bother
to make contact with me, let alone say a few words of comfort as she couldn't
care less about me.
It was also a widely accepted fact that she would inherit my uncle's wealth.
Since Uncle Hari was worth about 40 million, Auntie Rani was about to become
an extremely wealthy widow. I myself was also going to inherit my father's
wealth and assets (which was around 4 million). The Jones family (who were
good friends with my parents) agreed to adopt me.
They were in the process of taking the legal steps to do this, when the
contents of my uncle and father's will were finally disclosed. It proved to
be a surprise to all concern. My father left me his entire estate as
predicted. But my uncle only left Auntie Rani £4 million, although she still
had the mansion that she shared with Uncle Hari and his collection of sports
cars. Since she was a fashion freak, she also inherited a small retail shop
that specialised in women's clothing. He left the rest of his estate to me!
I was suddenly worth £40 million!
The news of this shocked everyone. At this stage everyone thought that
Auntie Rani would accept this and move on. She after all did have four
million in the bank. As it later transpires nothing could have been further
from the truth as no one anticipated the greed of my scheming aunt...
Chapter Four: Auntie Rani's letter
One day when I returned home from a friend's house the Jones's told me that
they received a letter from Auntie Rani. At one point we thought that this
was a letter from her solicitor as we were prepared for the fact that maybe
Rani would take legal steps to claim some of the money that I inherited.
However the contents of the letter were quite surprising. She was seeking
custody of me!
Although they loved me like I was there own son, the Jones's told me that it
was my future and that I could live wherever I wanted. They told me that I
was always welcome at their place. They also warned me about Auntie Rani's
possible intentions and that she isn't a nice woman.
Deep down I knew that they were right but despite this I still wanted to at
least see her. I hadn't seen her for seven years and wondered whether she
changed a lot. I still dreamt of her constantly. She was my fantasy woman
and often I masturbated while I thought of her. I told the Jones's that I
will just talk to her and see what she had to offer. Although they didn't
like the idea of me going anywhere near Auntie Rani, the Jones's reluctantly
agreed.
Chapter Five: Auntie Rani's seduction
The next day after college I went straight to Uncle Hari's old London
offices where I had agreed to meet Auntie Rani.
When I got there I went to the reception area and the receptionist told me
that Auntie Rani was in the main office.
When I reached the office I knocked on the door and heard my auntie's voice
telling me to 'enter'. I then opened the door and received the shock of my
life. There sitting on a swivelling chair besides a table was Auntie Rani.
She was dressed in a skin tight microdress which was low cut from the front
and exposed her fantastic cleavage. The hem of her dress was just an inch
below her crutch and displayed her magnificent long sender legs. As usual
they were shaved and wax and seemed to give off a shine.
Although now forty years of age, Auntie Rani was still a beautiful and sexy
lady and looked a lot like a woman half her age. She turned and greeted me.
As she turned, her massive breasts (which her dress was struggling to
contain) started jiggling about. They were like a pair of puppies in a bag!
It was if they were about to burst out of her dress at any given moment.
'Darling' she said with open arms. 'Oh how I missed you, come and give your
auntie a hug'.
Open mouthed with shock I walked nervously forward. As I approached her she
quickly pounced on me and grabbed the back of my head with her hands and
pushed my face into her chest. I could just make out her heaving bosoms as
she breathed heavily. I could also smell the musky aroma of her perfume. It
was all too much for me and I then suddenly developed a raging hard on. She
began to shower the top of my head with sweet kisses. She said that she had
missed me very much as I was her favourite nephew.
Once she had finally moved my head away from her bosoms, she told me that
she had certain things to discuss about our future together. I then sat on a
chair that was opposite hers. At this stage I was both worried and
embarrassed as I feared that she might notice my erection, although it was
slightly subsiding now. She of course must have noticed it as she kept
staring at my groin from time to time. She smiled as I tried to hide the
tent like shape in my trousers. The smile gave me the impression that she
had noticed. Because of the uncomfortable circumstances that I had found
myself in my erection subsided even more.
She then told me how much she had wanted to adopt me as I was her only
living relative and that she loved me more than anything in the world as I
reminded her strongly of her husband. All the time she was saying this, she
was running her legs against mine in a very seductive manner. The touch of
her legs rubbing against my legs was beginning to bring my erection back.
She then placed her hand on one of my thighs and begun to apologise for not
trying to seek custody of me sooner. She told me it had been a difficult
time for her as she had lost her dear husband and had spent the past few
months mourning her loss which was one of the reasons why she was unable to
seek custody of me.
She said that she had felt it was time that she got over her loss and start
thinking about the living. As she said this her hand slowly begun to work up
my thighs until it was resting on my groin. My penis had already begun to
stiffen. She then gave my balls a slight squeeze and suddenly my penis
turned rock hard.
She told me that, although the Jones's were good people, she still felt that
she was the best person to look after me and tried to persuade me to live
with her instead. She told me that she would not be bitter if I decide to
live with the Jones's as her only interest was my happiness. I told her that
I needed time to think it over and she told me to take as much time as I
want.
As I got up to leave, she told me that she needed a kiss from her favourite
nephew. I then nervously leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She
then gave me a perplexed and frustrated look as though she was disappointed.
'You don't seem to love your auntie very much, do you?' she said. 'Your
auntie deserves a proper kiss'.
She then grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss lasted for
about two minutes and all this time her tongue was probing inside my mouth.
My penis, which was rock hard, was now emitting pre-cum. My underpants were
literally getting hot and sticky.
Finally she got off me.
'That's much better' she said wiping her lips with her hand. 'I will see you
in a week's time'.
Auntie Rani then gave my balls another affectionate squeeze...
* * *
When I got back home I told the Jones's all about the meeting with my Auntie
Rani. Of course I didn't go into detail about what had happened but I told
them that she seemed nice and that she wanted me to stay with her. They
asked me whether I wanted to live with her and I said I needed time to think
about it.
Chapter Six: The fateful decision
That night I couldn't get any sleep. I knew that perhaps that I was better
off living with the Jones's but the vision of Auntie Rani in her micro
dress, her deep cleavage, heaving bosoms, long legs and high heels played on
my mind. Just thinking about her brought me to an erection. I masturbated
furiously throughout the night.
The next morning I made up my mind of where I wanted to live. I told the
Jones's that I wanted to stay with my aunt. Of course they were naturally
horrified but I was adamant. They reluctantly helped me pack my bags. I
reassured them that I would always come to them if things didn't work out.
I then phoned Auntie Rani and told her of my decision.
Chapter Seven: Life with Auntie Rani
For the first month Auntie Rani treated me very well. She would always cook
for me and got her servants to wash and iron my clothes. I was literally
treated like a god. She would also be wearing revealing dresses whenever she
was around me. A few social workers would turn up at her house to check up
on my progress. The strange thing was that she would always be wearing a
sari when she sees them.
It was only when my adoption became official that things started to change.
She suddenly began treating me differently. Before she would always be
affectionate to me, but now she acted like a person who didn't care about
me. She begun to talk to me sternly and sometimes even shouted at me.
I was then made to do chores around the house. I had to cook and prepare my
own food as well as make food for her, wash the dishes, hoover the house,
clean the bathroom etc.
I also had to wash and iron my own clothes. I even had to wash and iron
Auntie Rani's clothes as well. It was this chore that I enjoyed the most, as
I had another opportunity to examine and abuse her lingerie collection. The
good thing about washing her clothes was that I could rub myself off on her
soiled underclothes and then wash away the evidence.
Chapter Eight: Caught with the pants down
One day Auntie Rani went away for a very important business meeting with
some Indian clients. She was dressed in a nice, smart red sari and looked
very beautiful. She told me sternly that when she returned later that
evening, she expected to find the house spring-cleaned. She then left.
I was quite happy as it gave me the opportunity to sneak into her bedroom
and look through her underwear drawers. As I opened her drawers I was
delighted to find that she brought new underwear. There were brassieres,
stocking and suspenders and plenty of French frilly knickers. I began to
take out all of her underwear to examine them. I eventually found a pair of
red French knickers that I liked. I unzipped my flies took out my penis and
begun to frantically rub the knickers against my already stiffening manhood.
After about a couple of minutes, I knew my penis was about to explode. I was
just about to ejaculate when the bedroom door opened and to my horror I saw
Auntie Rani standing in the doorway. Quickly I dropped the panties and begun
to zip up my pants.
For a brief moment there was a long pause as she looked at me disdainfully.
She then exploded in a rage.
'You filthy pig!' she screamed. 'What are you doing?'
I tried to mumble an excuse but it was no use. She walked over to where I
was standing and slapped me hard in the face. She then picked the knickers
that I was masturbating with and smelt it. The aroma of pre-cum was
unmistakable.
'How long has this been going on?' she sneered as she slapped my face again.
At first I was too embarrassed to answer her but she eventually forced me to
tell her everything after she awarded my face with several more hard slaps.
'I knew it was you, you bastard' she barked. 'So that is why I was missing
several of my panties. So what have you got to say about yourself?'
I couldn't say anything. All I could do was bow my head in shame.
'Well my boy' she said as she picked up the telephone receiver. 'The Jones's
will hear about this'.
It was at this point that I finally reacted. I instantly fell to my knees
and begged her not to tell them as this will ruin me. I told her that they
will get worried and my good reputation would be tarnished. I told her that
I might also lose my college place if news of this scandal leaked out.
'Well, it looks like you got a lot to lose' she said putting the receiver
down. 'However you mustn't be let off scott free for this gross and
disgusting act. You will have to be taught a lesson. You must still be
punished for this and I am going to make sure that this will never happen
again'.
She then ordered me to stand up, which I did.
'Now take off all your clothes!' she said sternly.
I was shocked about what I had just heard. I thought maybe I misheard her,
so I stood there, dumb folded and not knowing what to do.
'Well come on then, get a move on, after all you have nothing there that I
haven't already seen' she said poking me in the groin. 'Besides you were
only exposing yourself a minute ago and if it takes sexual degradation to
cure you of your foul urges, then so be it'.
Slowly and embarrassingly I began to remove my clothing bit by bit until I
was standing in front of Auntie Rani as naked as the day I was born. I was
red with embarrassment. Auntie Rani looked down at my penis, which was limp.
Then incredibly her elegant hand took hold of my penis. I could not believe
it as she begun to examine my penis, bending it and caressing it. My penis
begun to stiffen slightly as her very touch felt so good.
'What a pathetic little object' she mocked. 'It is even smaller than your
pathetic uncle's'.
My penis began to deflate when she made these humiliating remarks. Suddenly
she began to stroke it and soon it begun to stiffen again. She kept stroking
my penis until it was fully erect. She then began to examine my erected
penis.
'Hmmm, even when it is erect, it is still such a small and worthless
specimen' said Auntie Rani as she inspected my penis. 'It is so small and
malformed it should be destroyed'.
This remark made me shiver. Auntie Rani then stopped examining my penis. She
then unrolled my foreskin with her long fingers until the head of my penis
was exposed. She then began flicking the head with her thumb and forefinger.
The stinging of my sensitive penis head by her hard fingernails had caused
me so much pain and slowly my erection begun to subside.
Auntie Rani's fingernails were very long and hard. Although they were sharp
and claw like, they were still attractive. She always varnished them with
dark nail varnish.
Chapter Nine: The savage beating
'Right' she said as she pointed to a large chest of drawers that was in the
corner of the room. 'Go to that chest and open the top draw'.
Nervously I did what I was told and opened the drawer. To my horror it
contains a selection of whips and canes.
'Now take out the switch with the red handle' said Auntie Rani.
I obeyed without question and took out this large vicious looking switch and
gave it to her.
'Now turn around and bend over' she said as she flexed the switch.
Nervously I did what she had ordered and bend over with my arse in the air.
'Now as part of your first lesson, I am going to whip your behind' she said
with an evil grin.
Auntie Rani then raised the switch in the air.
'Here comes the first' she said a she brought the switch down on my behind.
It made a sharp sound and I very nearly fell over as the pain begun to sear
through my body.
'Keep still you maggot' she yelled as she brought down the switch a second
time.
I bit my lower lip and tried to remain calm as she brought down the switch a
further seven times. At this point there were painful red weals forming on
my buttocks.
It was only after she had brought the switch on my buttocks for the tenth
time that she finally paused. I thought the punishment was over and tried to
get up.
'Stay down you cretin!' she shouted. 'I didn't tell you to get up. Your
punishment is far from over. As a matter of fact it is only just beginning'.
I was shocked when she made that last statement. I knew I was in for a
painful night.
She told me that she wasn't getting a good aim. She felt that her sari was
getting in the way. She ordered me to disrobe her sari. Carefully I began to
unwrap her red silk sari.
Soon she was just in her petticoat and short blouse. Her blouse was red just
like her sari. It was the type of blouse that was worn by Indian women with
their saris. It was low cut and left her navel exposed. It was quite
transparent as well and I could see her dark brassiere clearly. It was low
cut from the top as well and it revealed her amazing cleavage. Her breasts
were literally bursting under the seams. It was a magnificent sight.
'Stop staring at my breasts, you pervert and bend over' screamed Auntie Rani
as she broke my captivated gaze.
As usual I did what I was commanded. And then the thrashing resumed. It was
a lot worse than before. The weals that I had on my buttocks were now
turning into cuts and slowly started to bleed. I kept moving from time to
time and Auntie Rani had to warn me to keep still or I will receive even
more severe punishment.
After about forty strikes of the switch she finally stopped. I collapsed in
a heap on the floor. My bottom was cut to ribbons. So severe was the caning
that there was actually blood dripping from the switch as well as my bottom.
Cruelly and callously she walked over to my shattered and wreaked form and
thrust the blood-soaked flogger into my face and demanded that I clean it,
by licking off the blood. With tear-soaked eyes, I slowly raised my weakened
head and begun to lick up my own blood off her switch. The taste was bitter
but of course it didn't matter, as my thoughts, was preoccupied with the
pain that I was in.
Chapter Ten: Ball crushing
After about fifteen minutes she told me to stop. She then examined the
switch.
'Hmm, very good' she remarked as she inspected her switch closely. 'Perhaps
you do have some use after all. Maybe we can put that tongue of yours to
further good use. Now get up and remove my petticoat'.
Slowly I raised myself from the ground. My body was still weak. I began to
take off her petticoat.
When I removed it I found out that Auntie Rani was wearing a pair of lacy,
semi-transparent black panties. I could just see through her panties, her
trimmed triangle of hair. She was also wearing black high-heeled shoes.
Since she was now in her panties she decided she might as well expose her
brassiere as well, so she ordered me to remove her blouse. I carefully undid
the hooks at the back of the blouse and then ease it of her back.
Auntie Rani now stood before me in only her high heels, black lacy panties
and matching brassiere. She looked magnificent. She looked like a goddess. I
paid particular attention to her brassiere. It was a wonderbra and it showed
off her cleavage to perfection. Her breasts looked as if it was about to
burst out at any given moment. I could see the corners of the dark areolas
of her breasts from the corner of her brassiere. I stood there awestruck by
them as my penis began to stiffen. Of course this didn't escape Auntie Rani's
attention.
'Stop ogling at my bosoms!' she shouted in anger as she slapped me in the
face.
I then quickly looked away. It was then that she noticed my newly formed
erection.
'Now looked what you caused yourself to do, you pervert!' she snapped as she
pointed at my enlarged penis. 'Reduce that disgusting object at once.'
I was shocked. The vision of her magnificent breasts had driven my senses
wild. I was completely helpless and out of control. I begged Auntie Rani
that there was nothing I could do to curb my erection. Auntie Rani just
fixed me with an icy stare.
'You disgusting beast, you must learn self-control' she said. 'Well my boy,
if you can't reduce that pathetic thing then I am going to have to reduce it
myself'.
With that she suddenly grabbed hold of my scrotum with her right hand. She
begun to squeeze and dig her sharp claw like nails into my testicles. The
pain was unbearable at it began to spread across my body. I screamed out
aloud but Auntie Rani held firm.
After about half a minute my erection subsided.
'There' she said breathlessly. 'That will take care of that'.
Chapter Eleven: Shoe licking
Aunt Rani let go of my testicles and then looked me deep in the eyes.
'Now it is back to business' she said. 'I did say I would make further use
of that tongue of yours as it was so good at cleaning blood'.
Auntie Rani then pointed to her high heeled shoes.
'Now let's see if they can remove dirt' she said with a cold smile. 'Lick my
shoes you maggot'.
I was shocked at what I am now hearing. She had just been walking outside
and her shoes were filthy and wet (it had been raining as well). They were
covered in dirt and mud. I didn't really want to lick them and begged Auntie
Rani to reconsider. She responded by slapping me in the face in anger.
'Fucking get down there at once and lick my fucking shoes you maggot!' she
screamed, pointing down at her shoes.
I was shocked at Auntie Rani's new outburst. It was the first time that I
ever heard her swear. It won't be the last either. I knelt down and began to
lick her shoes as she sat on her bed. It was horrible. Not only did I have
to lick the uppers of both shoes, but I was made to lick the soles and suck
on the heels as well. It was very gritty and I had to eat the dirt and muck
as well.
Chapter Twelve: The divine breasts
After about half an hour both her shoes were in pristine condition. I
stopped licking and knelt before her.
'Very good' said Auntie Rani as she examined her shoes. 'Now I want you to
take off my shoes'.
She thrust her left foot towards me and I slowly and carefully eased her
shoe off her foot. I also did likewise to the other shoe as well. She then
stood up and ordered me to stand up as well. As she got up the cups of her
bra parted a little exposing more of her bosoms. I saw more of her dark
areolas and also part of her nipples. I was so enthralled, I could only stop
and gawk. My penis began to stiffen again. Aunt Rani noticed this and
immediately slapped me hard on the face.
'You perverted bastard' she screamed. 'I thought I told you not to stare at
my tits'.
Without warning her hand then shot out and grabbed my balls, her beautiful,
long, manicured claw like nails gripping my scrotum. My erection begun to
rapidly subside as pain again began to spread throughout my body. I wanted
to beg for mercy but the extreme pain had muted my vocal chords.
Suddenly she loosened her grip on my scrotum. She then said something that
surprised me.
'Now that half my tits are exposed and you proved to be a divine licker, I
got another job for you, one that you may find educational and rewarding'
she cooed.
While still gripping my scrotum with her right hand she moved her left hand
behind her back and undid the clip of her bra. The bra, which was struggling
to hold Auntie Rani's breasts, finally gave way. Like a volcano erupting
Auntie Rani's two magnificent breasts just popped out.
I just couldn't believe it. Auntie Rani, my queen and my goddess of whom I
have worshiped since all of my childhood stood before me with her breasts on
display. She was now only wearing her panties. It was the first time that I
had ever seen my Auntie's breasts. For years I yearned to see them and now I
got to fulfil my ultimate dream. They were beautiful and better than I had
imagined. They were very big and the areola was dark and swollen. My penis
begun to stiffen again but Auntie Rani began to tighten her grip on my
scrotum.
'Aha, naughty, naughty' she cooed as my big erection begun to subside under
the pressure of her dangerous fingernails. 'Must learn to keep control,
remember'.
Chapter Thirteen: Heaven and Hell
She asked me whether I liked her breasts. I told her that they were the most
beautiful things that I had ever seen in my life.
'Good' she said softly. 'I knew that you would like them. Now I want to see
if that tongue of yours could be of any further use'.
With that she grabbed the back of my head with her free hand, gripping my
hair and pushed my head towards her breasts. My mouth was pressed against
her left nipple. Even though I wanted to suck on it, I dared not.
It was only when I heard her say seductively 'suck them well, you dirty curr',
that I find myself sucking noisily at her nipple.
Excitement began to spread across my body and my penis begun to once again
stiffen. Yet again Auntie Rani's fingernails began to dig into my scrotum.
'We have been through this before' she said sternly. 'Control. I still have
your balls in one hand. Anytime you will lose control I will enforce it. All
it takes is just a little squeeze from my fingers'.
I continued to suck on both of her breasts. Although it was supposed to be
heaven, it was really hell. I couldn't enjoy any of the pleasure as every
time I get an erection Auntie Rani's grip on my balls begun to tighten. It
was frustrating for me but for her it was different. She was enjoying it and
her nipples were becoming very hard.
Chapter Fourteen: The tall boots
After a while of frustrated sucking she told me to stop. Auntie Rani then
sat on the bed. She again pointed at the large chest of drawers that was at
the end of the room. She told me to walk up to it and open the bottom draw.
I again obeyed without question.
As I walked up to the large chest of drawers my heart was beating fast. I
thought that maybe there will be more switches and canes in the bottom draw
just like the top drawer. I feared more punishment. My bottom had already
taken a savage beating and I don't think it could take anymore.
When I got to the chest of drawers and opened the bottom drawer I was
relieved to find that it didn't contain any whips, canes or switches as I
first feared. Instead to my surprise I saw that it contained a pair of tall
thigh high leather boots with six inch heels. The kinky looking boots were
slightly dusty and appeared to have been in the drawers for quite sometime.
There were laces running from the toes to the top of the boots. The boots
themselves were black in colour, with red trimming around the lace holes.
Auntie Rani ordered me to fetch the boots over to her which I did. I then at
her command began to put them on her feet and legs. Once she had them on, I
then had to tighten the laces tightly so that they fixed permanently on her
legs.
When the laces were tightened she then stood up. She then ordered me to
follow her as she made her way out of the bedroom.
Chapter Fifteen: Signing my life away
Auntie Rani led me all the way downstairs and into the cellar of the house.
The cellar was dimly lit. The cellar room contained a lot of old things that
were stacked up against the wall at one end of the room. They appeared to
have been put there a long time ago and lay there seemingly forgotten.
Curiously at the opposite end of the room was a metal cage.
The middle of the room was empty apart from an old armchair. It was the
armchair that caught my attention. I remembered it well. It was Uncle Hari's
favourite armchair. I used to sit on it many a time when I was a small boy.
I haven't seen it in a long time.
As I studied the armchair I noticed that there appeared to be a cache of
papers and a ball point pen on the seat of it.
After picking up the papers and pen from the seat of the armchair Auntie
Rani then sat on it.
'Right, as you can see from the state of my boots, they could do with the
use of your tongue' said Auntie Rani as she crossed one leg over the other.
'However before you do that there is something very important that you must
do'.
Auntie Rani then dropped the small pile of papers on the floor, tossing the
ball point pen on top of it.
'I want you to sign these documents' said Auntie Rani.
I then knelt down and picked up the papers and examined them. As I thumbed
through the contents of each sheet of paper I realised that they were legal
documents.
'What is all this?' I asked.
'They are of no concern to you' said Auntie Rani sternly. 'All I have
ordered you to do is to sign it'.
'But . but . it contains details of my inheritance' I stammered.
'If you really must know, it is a correction to the will left by my bastard
husband' said Auntie Rani with a cold smile. 'It transfers all of the wealth
and assets that you have inherited from my late husband to my name'.
I was horrified by what she had told me.
'I can't sign this!' I said fearfully.
Auntie Rani suddenly stopped smiling. Her face twisted into a mask of anger.
'Put the papers on the floor and come here' she sneered.
Trembling with fear I did what she had ordered me to do and placed the
papers on the floor and then presented myself before Auntie Rani.
Still sitting on the armchair, Auntie Rani leaned forward and grabbed my
balls which were within her reach. Once again pain began to wrack my body as
she dug her claw like nails into my scrotum. I wanted to scream out but my
vocal chords were paralyzed through the pain that I was in.
'I had to put up with thirteen miserable years of marriage to that bastard
uncle of yours to get my hands on this money and if you think that I will
just stand by and let you take it then you got another thing coming' said
Auntie Rani as she increased the pressure on my scrotum with her dangerous
nails. 'Just get it into your thick stupid head that the money and
properties that belonged to my late husband is rightfully mine. Your uncle
had made a mistake when he drew up the will and now you have the honour of
correcting that mistake, is that understood cretin?'
I was too weak with pain to respond to my aunt's question - at least orally.
So I nodded my head instead.
'Are you going to do the right thing and sign these papers?' asked Auntie
Rani.
I again nodded.
'Good' said Auntie Rani as she released the grip on my scrotum. 'Now sign
it!'
I quickly fell on my knees and begun to sign away each of the documents. I
started to weep as I signed away my inheritance to my scheming aunt. While I
was cowering on the floor signing my life away, Auntie Rani rested her tall
boots on my back.
Soon there were only two more documents left to sign. Both were different to
the other documents that I signed. Unlike the other documents which were all
white in colour, one of the documents was grey while the other was cream
coloured.
As I read the contents of the grey paper I became horrified. It was a
document that transferred all the wealth and assets that was left to me by
my parents to Auntie Rani's name. I could just about understand why Auntie
Rani made me give up the inheritance that was left to me by my uncle as she
believed it to be rightfully hers, but this was different. This was left to
me by my mother and father and she had no claim over it whatsoever.
'What is this?' I asked as I pointed to the grey document.
'Consider it a fine' said Auntie Rani looking down on me. 'It is your
punishment for trying to steal my wealth and for dishonouring a respectable
lady by soiling her underclothes with your sperm'.
'But I can't sign this' I said. 'It is mine. My parents left this to me'.
'You don't have to sign it if you don't want to' said Auntie Rani with a
sinister smile. 'However if you don't sign it, then the Jones's as well as
the authorities and the whole community will learn of your filthy habit of
abusing my underwear'.
I gasped in shock at what Auntie Rani had told me.
'Think what the scandal will do' said Auntie Rani with a grin. 'Public
humiliation, possible charges of indecency, being thrown out of the college
and thus ruining your chances of Oxford or Cambridge, being ostracised from
the community. The list is endless. Your call'.
This was blackmail but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was helpless
and she had me where she wanted me. Reluctantly I signed the grey document.
I was now technically penniless and homeless.
I then looked at the contents of the cream coloured document. Unlike the
other documents this one didn't seem to be legally drawn up. On the top of
the page was a heading: 'Terms of Enslavement'.
'What is this?' I asked in bewilderment as I looked up from under Auntie
Rani's boots.
'It is something that I have created myself' said Auntie Rani in a tone that
expressed pride. 'It is a document that empowers the removal of your freedom
to my control. Sign this and you will become my slave'.
'But why?!' I cried. 'What is the purpose of this?'
'Just think about it' said Auntie Rani. 'You are now penniless and homeless.
You have no future. It is your choice. You can either choose a worthless and
uncertain future on the streets of London or choose a continued existence of
eternal enslavement to me and become my personal slave'.
I thought for a moment and realised that I had no choice. If I didn't sign
the document I would be out in the streets and it would be the end of my
dream to study at Oxford or Cambridge. If the truth were to be known, that
was the only thing that kept me going. It was the hope of my family that I
attend either of the two most prestigious universities in England and I have
been working hard to achieve this dream all my life. True I have lost
everything, but if I agree to my wicked aunt's cruel terms then maybe she
would allow me to continue my studies alongside my new role as her slave.
Besides it would increase her standing within the Indian community if she
had a nephew who was attending one of the top two universities in England
and possibly the world.
To Auntie Rani's delight I then signed the final document. She then took her
boots off my back and ordered me to hand over the documents that I had
signed. I did as I was ordered. Still kneeling before her heavy boots, I
watched as she delightfully flicked through the pages to check that I had
signed each document.
'I waited thirteen years for this and now it is mine' said Auntie Rani with
a smile as she thumbed each document. 'I really thought I had inherited
everything when I fixed the brakes on your bastard uncle's car. If only you
too died in that crash then I didn't have to go through with this ridiculous
plan to seduce and ensnare you and blackmail you into handing over my
inheritance'.
I was shocked at what Auntie Rani had told me. So it was she that had caused
the deaths of my parents and even her own husband. I knew all along that she
was a bad woman. Even when she tried to persuade me to come and live with
her, I knew that I was asking for trouble as she didn't really love me but I
was just blinded by her beauty and sex appeal. However I could never imagine
that she would be this evil and callous.
Not only have I discovered that she had murdered my parents and my beloved
uncle, but she had also planned my downfall all along. It was all a set up.
She deliberately set out to seduce me and then probably tried to entice me
into getting myself into a compromising position by leaving her underwear
lying around. And when she caught me masturbating with her knickers, rather
than scold me or throw me out of the house, she took advantage of the
situation by blackmailing me. Of course there was little that I could do
now. She had me where she wanted me.
Placing the signed documents on the side of the armchair Auntie Rani then
sat on the armchair and ordered me to lick her boots clean. As before I
obeyed without question and knelt down before her and started to orally
clean her boots.
Licking her boots clean was altogether a different experience from licking
her shoes. For a start it was a lot more work. Whereas before I had to lick
away at her feet, I now had to lick up and down at the entire length of her
long legs - and her legs were very long.
Secondly whereas before I had to lick up all the dirt, grit and mud that
came from the wet streets of London, I now found myself licking up the dust
that had gathered up for years in a long neglected chest of drawers.
It took me about the best part of an hour as I worked my tongue up and down
the length of her leg. As before I also had to concentrate on her soles and
was sucking on her tall heels as well.
Chapter Sixteen: Auntie Rani's threat
Soon Auntie Rani's boots were clean and in an immaculate condition. Her
saliva coated boots begun to glisten. I was at this point very exhausted.
Before I even had time to recover, Auntie Rani then kicked me hard on my
face with her heavy boot and I fell backwards onto the floor. The side of my
face had a nasty bruise to where her boot made contact. I was now lying on
my back. She then walked up to where I was lying and stamped down hard on my
chest with one of her heavy leather boots. It hurt like hell and I let out a
yell. She told me to shut up or I will receive further extreme punishment.
As she rested her boot on my chest Auntie Rani looked down haughtily at the
pathetic form beneath her boot. She was clearly revelling in the power over
the insect trapped beneath her boot. For about a minute there was a brief
silence then finally she spoke.
'Tell me worm' she said in a sensual throaty voice. 'Are you a virgin?'
I was shocked by this sudden question and so was unable to reply. Frustrated
by a lack of reply she pressed down her booted leg even harder and raised
her voice.
'Well are you?' she asked sternly.
Again I was too shocked to reply.
'Well answer me boy and answer truthfully' she said sternly as she increased
the pressure on my chest. 'I will know if you are lying so answer me
truthfully'.
The pain was too much for me and I was struggling to breathe.
'Yes' I yelled in a muffed and almost muted voice.
Auntie Rani laughed as she eased the pressure of her boot that was resting
on my chest, allowing me to breathe a lot more easily.
'I thought as much' she said.
'And you must forget about the relationship that we once had' said Auntie
Rani. 'You were only related to me by my husband. Now that he is no more,
there is no relationship between us. You are not allowed to refer to me as
your aunt. You will call me Empress Rani as I am now your queen and you are
my slave. Is that understood?'
'Yes . your majesty' I said weakly.
'Good' she said with a wicked smile.
I then watched as the beautiful but wicked Indian empress turned and
swaggered out of the cellar room, deliberately exaggerating the wiggle of
her buttocks as she made her way up the stairs in order to tease me and show
me what I would now never be able to enjoy.
The End.
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