Seduced manager’s daughter Mrudhula – Part 1

Arnav’s fingers flew across his phone’s screen, typing out a message with a mischievous grin on his face. He was about to take the ultimate revenge on his manager, Deepali, and the plan was deliciously devious. Arnav had always been a loyal and hardworking employee, but Deepali’s recent betrayal had ignited a fire in him, a desire for retribution. Little did Deepali know, her own daughter, Mrudhula, would be his secret weapon.

He found Mrudhula’s contact in his phone, a connection made when they had met at a company event. With a tap, he opened the chat, ready to initiate his scheme.

Arnav: Hey there, Mrudhula. It’s Arnav. Long time, no talk. How’s life treating you?

The response was almost immediate, as if she had been waiting for his message.

Mrudhula: Arnav! Wow, it’s been ages. I am doing well, just started college. How about you? Still slaving away at work?

Arnav: Yeah, work’s been keeping me busy. But I wanted to reach out and see how you’re doing. You know, we should catch up sometime. Maybe grab a coffee?

Mrudhula: Oh, that would be nice! I’d love to get away from my books for a bit. And I’ve always enjoyed our chats. You’re the only person at my mom’s work I actually like!

Arnav felt a tingle of excitement as he read her words. He knew his charm and good looks had always caught her attention, and he intended to use it to his advantage.

Arnav: Flattery will get you everywhere, young lady. I must admit, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.

Mrudhula’s reply was accompanied by a blushing emoji, indicating her shyness.

Mrudhula: Really? I… I mean, I think about you too sometimes. You’re so… different from the guys at college.

Arnav: Different, huh? How so?

Mrudhula: Well, you’re more… mature, I guess. And you have this air of confidence. It’s kind of hot, actually.

Arnav’s grin widened as he typed his next message, his tone turning slightly flirtatious.

Arnav: Glad you think so. You’re not so bad yourself, you know. I bet you drive the boys crazy with those long black locks of yours.

Mrudhula giggled, a sound he imagined was adorable.

Mrudhula: Oh, stop it! You’re making me blush even more. But I do love driving people crazy with my looks. It’s a talent, I guess.

Arnav: A talent indeed. And one I’d love to experience more of. Tell me, Mrudhula, have you ever had a real man show you what pleasure is all about?

The conversation was heating up, and Arnav could sense Mrudhula’s curiosity and interest growing.

Mrudhula: I… I don’t know what you mean. I’m just a college girl.

Arnav: Oh, but you’re not just any girl. You’re a woman with desires, and I can help you explore them. I can be your guide, your teacher, and your master, if you let me.

Mrudhula’s breath quickened as she read his words. She had never been spoken to like this before, and the thought of Arnav taking control sent a shiver down her spine.

Mrudhula: I… I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done anything like this.

Arnav: You don’t have to say anything, my sweet girl. Just trust me, and we can take this journey together. I’ll teach you things that will make your body sing and your mind surrender.

The temptation was too much for Mrudhula to resist. She wanted to experience the unknown, and Arnav’s dominant tone left her breathless.

Mrudhula: Okay… I trust you, Arnav. Teach me, please.

Arnav: Excellent choice, my dear. Now, I want you to start by doing something for me. It’s a little task to show your dedication.

Mrudhula’s heart raced, anticipating his command.

Arnav: Go to your room, and I want you to slap yourself. Hard. Five times on each cheek.

Mrudhula’s eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She wanted to please him, to show her submission.

Mrudhula: Okay, I’ll do it.

Arnav: Good girl. Send me a video when you are done. I want to see that beautiful face of yours turning red.

Without further delay, Mrudhula rushed to her room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She lifted her hand and delivered the first slap, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The sting of the impact made her gasp, but she persisted, delivering four more sharp slaps to her right cheek. The initial shock turned into a strange mix of pain and pleasure, and she couldn’t help but moan softly. Repeating the action on her left cheek, she felt her body responding to Arnav’s command, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.

Quickly, she recorded a short video, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She sent it to Arnav, eager for his reaction.

Arnav’s phone lit up with the incoming video, and he watched with a satisfied smirk.

Arnav: Perfect, Mrudhula. You are a natural at this. Now, I want you to kneel on the floor and bow your head. Assume the position of a true submissive.

Mrudhula’s fingers trembled as she read his words, but she obeyed without question. Kneeling on the cold hardwood floor, she lowered her head, her long hair cascading around her, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Arnav: Excellent. Now, tell me, do you have any secret fantasies? Any fetishes you’ve been too shy to explore?

Mrudhula’s voice was barely a whisper as she replied, her face still bowed.

Mrudhula: I… I’ve always been curious about BDSM. And I have a small tattoo on my lower back, a secret I’ve never shown anyone.

Arnav: Oh, a tattoo, huh? I love a woman with a little mystery. And BDSM is a world I can introduce you to, my sweet submissive. But first, I want you to do something else for me.

Mrudhula’s curiosity was piqued, her body tingling with anticipation.

Arnav: Go to the bathroom and turn on the shower, making it as cold as you can. I want you to step under that icy water, and I want you to rub your pussy with ice cubes until you’re trembling.

Mrudhula’s eyes widened at the explicit command, but she was eager to please her new master. She hurried to the bathroom, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. As the cold water enveloped her body, she shivered, her nipples hardening into tight buds. Taking an ice cube from the tray, she traced it down her stomach, feeling the coldness against her heated skin. With a trembling hand, she brought the cube to her pussy, gasping as the coldness made contact with her sensitive clit.

Arnav’s phone buzzed with a new video, and he watched with dark satisfaction as Mrudhula carried out his command. Her moans of pleasure and discomfort filled the video, and he could see her body trembling, her hands working feverishly.

Arnav: You’re doing so well, Mrudhula. Now, I want you to pinch your nipples, hard. Make them as hard as you can, and send me a photo.

Mrudhula’s fingers reached for her breasts, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She pinched her nipples, twisting and pulling them, her breath coming in short gasps. With shaking hands, she snapped a photo, her breasts heaving, and sent it to Arnav.

Arnav’s response was swift.

Arnav: Beautiful. Now, I want you to touch yourself, but not to orgasm. Tease yourself, finger your pussy, but stop before you cum.

Mrudhula’s body was on fire, her pussy throbbing with need. She lay back in the cold water, her legs spread, and slid her fingers between her folds, moaning as she began to pleasure herself. Her fingers worked their magic, but just as she was about to climax, she stopped, her body shaking with the effort.

The days that followed were a blur of sensual commands and forbidden pleasures. Arnav pushed Mrudhula’s boundaries, and she reveled in her newfound submission. Their virtual encounters became more intense, with Mrudhula masturbating on video calls, her moans filling the air as she brought herself to the edge of orgasm, only to be denied release.

One night, Arnav’s demands became even more explicit.

Arnav: I want you to get on your knees, Mrudhula. I want you to imagine my hard cock in front of you, and I want you to suck it. Suck it like you’ve never sucked before.

Mrudhula’s breath quickened as she followed his instructions, her imagination taking over. She knelt on her bed, her eyes closed, and imagined Arnav’s thick cock, its veins throbbing with desire. She took it into her mouth, her lips sliding down its length, her tongue swirling around the head. She sucked and moaned, her hand mimicking the action of her mouth, her other hand squeezing her breast.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered into the phone, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want to please you, Master. I’ll do anything you say.”

Arnav’s voice was thick with desire as he replied.

Arnav: That’s it, my good girl. You’re doing so well. Now, I want you to finger your pussy again, but this time, I want you to taste yourself. Lick your fingers clean, and tell me how sweet your cum is.

Mrudhula’s fingers slid between her legs, her body on fire. She thrust two fingers deep inside, moaning as she filled herself, her pussy gripping her fingers. Withdrawing her fingers, she brought them to her mouth, her eyes closing as she savored her own taste.

“Mmm, I taste so good, Daddy,” she purred into the phone. “I want more. Please, Master, I need your cock inside me.”

Arnav’s breath was ragged as he listened to her words, his own desire reaching a fever pitch.

Arnav: You’re an amazing submissive, Mrudhula. I’m eager to have you in person, to truly claim your body as mine. But for now, I want you to edge yourself again. Bring yourself to the brink, but don’t you dare cum.

Mrudhula’s body trembled as she obeyed, her fingers working frantically, her moans filling the room. She was so close, her body begging for release, but she stopped, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

As the call ended, Mrudhula lay back, her body quivering, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She knew this was just the beginning, and she couldn’t wait to see what Arnav had in store for her next.

The revenge plot had taken an unexpected turn, but Arnav was determined to take this game as far as it could go, and Mrudhula was more than willing to follow his lead, all to make her mom realize the consequences of betrayal.