Parul makes her classmate here slave

"No, you don't understand," said Parul , pushing him back
against the wall with a two handed shove. "We really love to do this."
Her lower lip swelled in a triumphant grin.

He eased away from the wall, disturbed by something in Parul's
eyes, something triumphant, something that spoke of the battle of the
sexes and the kind of victory that some females want.
        "Yeah," said Jo, Parul's best friend in the jock girl clique
as she pressed in to cut off his retreat putting her arms around him
playfully and then pressing her big breasts against his back.

  Jo had been aware of the effect her breasts had on
boys ever since she was twelve. She was one of those girls who filled
out early and filled out a long way too.
    "Wouldn't you like to wrestle with us? See if you're as strong as the
girls?"
     Rahul looked from one to the other. He knew both girls from school,
and he'd known them for years, though they'd never taken any notice of
him before. Not until a couple of weeks back, when out of the blue,
Parul Rohm, THE Parul Rohm, the  gorgeous, star goalkeeper for
the School Under 18 champion girls' soccer team, had started sitting next to
him in science lab.

Lots of guys in school probably thought about Parul  when they jerked
off at night. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school, and on
top of that she had the kind of ass that men can't help but look at.
Parul went out with one of the big stars on the football team.
Ordinarily she didn't deign to notice Rahul's existence.

So it was a bit of a surprise when Parul Rohm had started to be
 nice to him and even started little conversations with him after
class. Soon enough she started letting him help her with her homework,
and even write essay answers. For Ra hulthis was easy enough. He could
have gone to college when he was sixteen, but his parents hadn't liked
the idea, deeming him to be too young at that point. As for Parul, she
was struggling to keep a B+ average.  Rahul was happy to help. It was
intoxicating to be spoken to by Parul.  It just made his brain buzz when she was
nice to him. She wore tight shirts and sweaters and had a way of pushing her
chest out to catch a man's eye. After a few little chats Rahul was putty in her hands.
        But it was what happened after that day he went  to her house
after school to help her with an important biology report, that had him
worried.Because from then on things had gotten progressively weirder.
        Parul had plenty of privacy at home. She had the whole basement
of the house to herself. She'd taken it over when she was 14, three
years before. Now it was a combination bedroom and home gym with
a desk and computer in one corner. Most important it had its own
entrance and its own bathroom. Parul only had to see her parents when
she wanted to.

        That first time he'd been over there, they'd talked a little
about the report and he'd started writing one. He planned to write his
own and then write a slightly "dumbed down" one for Parul that would
give her an A but keep it believable. That way the teacher wouldn't get suspicious.

While he was writing Parul pulled out some equipment and
stripped down to her panties and sportsbra. She set up some weight on the big
bar and started benchpressing it in sets of twelve reps followed by a rest.
    Rahul took a look at the weight she was lifting and almost let out a
whistle. It was way more than he could manage. The intimidating display
of female strength kept his eyes coming back again and again to her, until at last
she stopped and announced she was going out to jog around the block a couple of
times before it got dark.
    While she was gone he went over and tried to shift the 80 pounds she'd
been lifting so smoothly. It was hard. He thought he might have managed
it a few times, but not like she'd been doing it, with that smooth
practised motion.
    Sitting back down he pushed it away and concentrated on the writing.
After a while it came back to him and his fingers flew over the keys of
his laptop. He'd written three pages by the time she came back.
    "How's it going, Rahul," she said, coming over to stand behind him. He
could smell her clean sweat, and she put her hands on his shoulders and
kneaded them in the sweetest way.
    "Well, I think it'll do. It's about the way Govt works, and how
taxes are spent."
    "OK, I'll read it before I hand it in."
    She sat down beside him and for a moment her hand rested on his knee.
Rahul felt his penis harden immediately. Her presence beside him was
almost overwhelming.
    It was very hard to concentrate now, but he managed to tap out the
last couple of lines and saved it to a floppy which he left for her.
    "This is great, Rahul. I think the teachers will really think it's me.
I won't have to change hardly anything."
    "That was what I was hoping."
    "Mmm, you are such a sweet boy!"
    She walked over to the door with him, staying close.
    "Thank you, Rahul."
    "Uh, well, it was a pleasure," he muttered.

Dominant Shruti

I held my breath and tried to smother my terrible nerves. Shruti, a girl I had befriended from my first period English class, had called my phone and asked me to come over to her place. From the tone of her voice I could tell she had been crying. I had told my parents I was going to her house to work on homework, and the excuse was bought without a second thought.

Standing in the dark hallway, I finally gathered my courage, even though butterflies were still fluttering inside my stomach. After letting go of a long breath, I gave a few short raps on the door. I waited, but there was no response.

"Come in," said Shruti. Her beautiful voice was still tinged with sadness. Trying to make as little noise as possible, I opened the door and entered the bedroom. I walked slowly across the soft pink carpet and reached her bedside.






All she had for light was a solitary
lamp on her nightstand, but even in the half-light I marveled at her appearance. Shruti was never particularly beautiful; when she was younger, I actually thought she was a little ugly. However, she'd become much prettier as she grew older, and now such bad thoughts about her appearance never crossed my mind.

Shruti had thick legs and fleshy white skin. She wasn't fat, although she did pack one or two extra pounds on her belly. Her straight brown hair came only to the very top of her shoulders. She wore a very short pair of blue jean shorts, a slightly too-tight shirt, and her feet were bare.


"Thank you for coming," she said, beckoning me to sit beside her on the bed. "I'm in such a terrible mood."

"What happened?" I asked her.

Shruti was quite for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to say her answer. She finally

gave up and just blurted it out. "Rahuland I broke up." She started to cry at the mention of her former boyfriend's name.

I couldn't believe it. Shruti and Rahulhad dated for two years; I never dreamed in a million years that they would ever separate. "Why, Shruti?" I asked.

Shruti pounded her fist into the mattress. "That's the stupidest part about it!" she said. "He said that he didn't like 'planning my life' around me, so we broke up. Apparently, he thought I was too 'demanding.'"

I caught my breath at this statement. If there was one thing that actually attracted me to Shruti, that was it....

See, Shruti, in my terms, is a Dominant Woman. After all the time I knew her, one thing was crystal clear: she expects her men to obey her orders and submit themselves to her. As I sat there, I remembered my interactions with Shruti and Rahulwhen they were still a couple. Whenever they were standing together talking, it was Shruti who would grab Rahul's hand and start walking—not the other way around. It was Shruti who told Rahulwhen to come over to her place, and it was Shruti who would sometimes even chew Rahulout in front of people if he disobeyed her.

I loved this part of Shruti. I found the idea of a dominant woman two inches taller ordering me around and telling me what to do as, well, extremely sexy. The problem was, I have this thing about women...you see, I'm not exactly outgoing when it comes to the female species. I always thought, "Oh well, Shruti's dating Ryan, and I know they're even having sex together. There's nothing I can do about it." However, I never thought the tables would ever turn.

At this point, my mind was still a ways away from Shruti's sexual attributes. I tried to consolidate the poor girl. "Gosh, I never would dream of that. You're not very demanding at all, are you?"

Shruti sniffed. "I just expect man to know his place and love his woman, that's all." She stared at the floor between her legs; I wished those darn shorts were a few inches thinner.



After a brief silence, I said "That's the problem. Not many men know their place." I was hoping Shruti would pick up on the hint, but instead the conversation took a direction I hadn't intended.

"What, in your opinion, is a man's place?"

I thought about her question for a few moments before answering. I wasn't trying to win her heart, or anything like that. I just didn't want this interesting and potentially revealing conversation to end. "Well," I said. "That depends on the man. For me, it is beside or behind his woman, helping her through life and completing whatever she asks."

"Well, you're unlike most men." She crossed her shapely legs and pressed her feet together. I noticed that she'd painted her toes black, as with her fingernails. She also crossed her arms as well. "I wish Rahullived by your definition," she said with a smile. "Why 'behind' a woman, might I ask?"

"Well, most women nowadays are very..." I struggled to find the right word. I didn't want to be too forthright. I finally decided just to go all-out and see what she'd think "...capable. Yes, that's it. They can take a man's spot in a relationship and be the leader and order-giver. In fact, most of them do a much better job than an average man would, in many cases."

Shruti smiled again, but I thought I could see a flash of mischief in her eyes—but then again, maybe it was just my imagination. "Demonstrate."

It wasn't a request—her tone of voice made it clear that it was an order. Inside, I moaned, and the command went straight to my groin. "Well, uh, take your strength, for instance." I laid myself out on the bed, chest down, and sat my arm upright. "I bet you can beat me at arm wrestling. Although I look strong, I am weaker than many men."

Shruti giggled. "Oh, I'll just embarrass myself," she said. But in reality, I could see her satisfaction at my request reflected in her eyes. "Oh well, if you insist...." She rolled onto her belly and put her hand inside mine. I tingled at the touch. "On three," she said.

I could tell that Shruti was a lot stronger than me by the way she instantly pushed my hand back three inches. Then she stopped, allowing me to bring our arms even with each other, but then she started pushing me back down again.

She was toying with me! She was letting me think that I was stronger than her, and then she'd bring our arms level. In the end, though, I had no doubt who would win the contest.

Despite my love of female dominance, I still felt ashamed when Shruti sunk my hand into the mattress. She held it there for a moment, refusing to let me go. Our eyes gazed straight at each other.

"You were right," she said. "Some women are very...capable."

I only nodded and squirmed under her iron grip. Shruti smiled another of those mischievous grins and grabbed my other hand. Before I knew it, she'd climbed on top of me. She secured my legs with hers and looked down at me from her victorious and, dare I say, dominant position. "Rahul may have ditched me," she said solemnly. "But I think I may have just found his replacement."

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