Kneeling for Redemption

"This is an outrage! I want to see your superior immediately!"

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Colonel."

"Why not?" Ayodhya was practically shaking with anger. "You're the one who made a mistake, I'm just trying to correct you for it. Isn't that what we do in your country? Correct mistakes? The only difference here is that I am more effective at it than your leaders seem to be."

Kevin tried not to look her in the eyes. He had been kneeling on the floor of her bathroom for five minutes now, with only his underpants on, mopping up water from the toilet bowl with a paper towel she had given him. But now he noticed something else. A slight movement in the mirror above the sink.

He stopped wiping and looked up at her face. She looked furious, but he could see that her cheeks were flushed red. Her eyes darted left and right as she noticed him looking right at her. She couldn't possibly be...

Kevin felt himself harden as the realization hit him like a brick wall. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about his boss like this, but then again, if anyone deserved to get their strange desires fulfilled, it was Ayodhya.

She wasn't like any woman he had ever met before. From what he could figure out over the last few weeks, she had grown up in India and then moved to America when she was young. She had been married and divorced several times before even reaching middle age, and yet she seemed to hardly care about men at all anymore. According to rumour she worked herself so hard because of some long-ago incident where she lost a lot of friends and loved ones in an accident during one of her early tours of duty. Ever since then she had lived like a machine--never taking vacations, never drinking or partying or doing anything fun whatsoever. And yet somehow she still managed to remain beautiful despite it all; it was almost like deep down there was some kind of fire burning inside her that no amount of work would ever put out--she needed to constantly keep herself busy so she wouldn't have time to realize how lonely she really was. And Kevin knew that deep down inside most women actually liked being dominated by strong men--they liked feeling protected and safe--if they didn't admit it out loud, they certainly acted like it sometimes when their husbands or boyfriends showed them who was truly in charge. And for Ayodhya those feelings had been buried so deep inside for so long that Kevin doubted anyone would even recognize them anymore if they were pointed out directly--he wasn't even sure if Ayodhya herself realized how much of a sadist she really was deep down inside...

"I can see you staring at me," said Ayodhya suddenly, snapping him back into reality. "What are you thinking about?" She sounded genuinely curious now--as if she wanted to know what he was thinking about her body...

Kevin shifted his gaze away again, pretending not to notice her question, hoping against hope that she hadn't guessed what he had been thinking about just now...

* * * * *

The next day found Kevin sitting outside Colonel Ayodhya's office nervously tapping his fingers against his knee as he waited for her arrival--the last 24 hours had been hell for him because although he knew what sort of plans Ayodhya had for him today...he also knew that once he started going along with them, there would be no going back from them again ever again...and yet he couldn't help but feel excited as well...It felt like every time he thought back to yesterday evening in the bathroom now all he could remember was how pretty Ayodhya's face looked when he saw it reflected in the mirror above the sink...it was almost like there had been something hypnotic about her stare at times--something mesmerizing...and when you added in everything else about how angry she sounded yesterday when yelling at him while pretending not to stare his body all over as he mopped up water off the floor with toilet paper...well...it just made things feel even better somehow...already his cock felt rock hard underneath his pants just thinking about it all again...