Indian Femdom: Cruel Mistress & Slave Domination

Delhi University ke North Campus mein subah ka waqt tha. July ki garmi thi, aur college ke corridors mein students ka shor-gul gunj raha tha—koi apne lecture ke liye bhaag raha tha, koi canteen ki taraf ja raha tha, aur koi apne doston ke saath selfie le raha tha. Is bheed mein Arjun chupchap apna bag lekar gate se andar aaya. Uske haathon mein pasina tha, dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha, aur aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa darr. Kal raat Meera ne WhatsApp pe message kiya tha, "Kal college mein punishment mangna, aur jo main bolu wahi karna." Usne bag mein ek black leather dog collar aur ek matching leash rakha tha—Meera ka hukum tha, aur aaj woh din tha jab uski public izaat daav pe lagi thi. Arjun ne courtyard ki taraf kadam badhaya, jahan Meera apne char-panch doston ke saath khadi thi. Meera ek alag hi aura rakhti thi—lambe baal, confident smile, aur ek black kurti jo uski dominant personality ko aur highlight karti thi. Uske paas Priya, Rohan, Anjali, aur Shalini khade the, sabk...

Chapter 15: Tarun’s Perfection and the Plan Begins It’s 07:19 PM IST on Thursday, June 19, 2025, and the vibe in Bangalore’s flats is intense. Tarun has become Ragini’s perfect slave—always doing what she says, cooking her meals, cleaning the house, and taking her punishments without a peep. Ragini is thrilled and decides it’s time to make Priya’s husband Vikram, Sneha’s husband Arjun, and Kavita’s husband Rohan perfect slaves too. She calls her friends to her flat, and they sit with cups of chai, listening closely. “Tarun’s done,” she says with a smile, “now let’s get your husbands in line. Give them tasks they can try but will fail, then punish them when they mess up. They have to accept it.” Priya’s Turn with Vikram Priya, the bubbly 32-year-old, starts with Vikram, her exhausted bank clerk husband. Ragini suggests three tasks: sweeping the floor, making tea, and folding laundry—things he can do but might struggle with after work. For a week, Priya watches him try. The first few day...

  Chapter 14: Ragini’s Friends Learn the Game It’s 07:00 PM IST on Thursday, June 19, 2025, and the air in Bangalore’s neighborhood flats is buzzing with excitement. After that crazy Friday at Ragini’s place, her three friends—Priya, Sneha, and Kavita—were ready to make their husbands slaves like Tarun. They gathered at Ragini’s flat again, sipping tea and asking her, “How do we start?” Ragini smiled and said, “Use what they love, then add your rules. Make them work for you.” Here’s how each friend did it, step by step, with all the details! Priya’s Plan with Vikram Priya, a lively 32-year-old, lived with her husband Vikram, a tired bank clerk. She decided to try Ragini’s trick right after work. Every evening when Vikram came home, Priya gave him a handjob, keeping it going until he couldn’t take it anymore and stopped her. For a whole week, she did this—his face would light up, and he’d relax after a long day. After a few days, he started asking, “Can we do more?” One night, when ...

  Chapter 11: Lunch and Chatting Time The ladies had a nice lunch at Ragini’s flat. Tarun served some tasty Bangalore dishes and cleaned up after. While they ate, they kept asking Ragini, “How did you make your husband a slave like Tarun?” She smiled and said, “Start with fun stuff like teasing them after they’re happy, giving them attention with your hands, or making them feel special with their mouth—most guys like that. Do it for a week or two, and they’ll beg for it every day.” The friends listened closely, nodding along. Then Ragini added, “Next, tell them they can’t finish unless they make you happy first. If they want it, they stay home, clean the house super nice, cook for you like you’re a queen, and serve you everything.” The ladies all said, “Yes, let’s try that today!” Tarun, back with Ragini, felt nervous as she gave him a sneaky look. Chapter 12: The Big Surprise “Slave,” Ragini said loudly, “do something private right here in front of everyone. But wait for my okay—i...

  Chapter 8: When Cruelty Takes Over It’s been four months since Ragini and Tarun moved into their Bangalore flat, and honestly, things have changed so much it’s hard to recognize their life together. Ragini’s turned into this super cruel boss lady, and the idea of Tarun being her husband? That’s long gone. To her, he’s just a slave now, and she treats him like he’s committed some huge crime—like he’s betrayed her in the worst way. She’s got this collection of stuff—whips, handcuffs, straps, dildos, butt plugs—and she uses them like it’s her job to break him down. Tarun, well, he thought he wanted this femdom thing at first, but now it’s morphed into something he didn’t sign up for, and he’s terrified of her every single day. She’s gotten meaner than ever. One day, she tells him to scrub the floors with a toothbrush, cook some fancy meal he’s never made before, and just sit there quietly for hours—all while he’s dragging himself home from his crazy IT job. Poor guy’s exhausted, ...

  Chapter 6: The Trials of Submission In their Bangalore apartment, Ragini’s dominance over Tarun reached new heights as she sought to mold him into the perfect slave. With Tarun juggling his demanding IT job, she devised a series of impossible tasks to test his obedience, knowing his time was stretched thin. Armed with newly purchased BDSM toys—whips, leather handcuffs, a strap, a dildo, and a butt plug—she turned his mistakes into opportunities for punishment, her cruelty weaving shame into his professional life. Ragini began by ordering Tarun to clean the apartment spotless and prepare an elaborate meal before his evening return from work, tasks doomed by his long hours. Rushing home, he missed dusty corners and burned the rice. Her eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed the whip, lashing his back five times, the sting a sharp lesson. “You’ll wear this butt plug to the office tomorrow,” she commanded, inserting it with a smirk. At work, the constant pressure humiliated him, his ...

  Chapter 3: The Six Days of Transformation After the chastity cage locked Tarun’s fate, the Bangalore apartment became a stage for his deepest desires. Ragini, now embracing her role as mistress, relied on Tarun’s guidance to explore her dominance. Over the next six days, they ventured into new tasks and punishments, each day deepening Tarun’s submission. Day 1: The First Command Tarun, still adjusting to the cage, suggested Ragini order him to kneel and kiss her feet. Hesitant but intrigued, she commanded, “Kneel, Tarun.” His obedience thrilled her. When he hesitated to clean her shoes, she slapped his thigh lightly, a punishment that left him trembling with excitement. That night, she denied him release, teasing him until he begged. Day 2: The Binding Game Encouraged, Tarun asked Ragini to bind his hands with a scarf while she teased him. She tied his wrists, her confidence growing as she watched him squirm. When he moved without permission, she pinched his arm, a sharp reminder...

Chapter 1: The Seeds of Desire In the vibrant tech hub of Bangalore, Tarun, a 25-year-old software engineer from Lucknow, adjusted his tie as he prepared for another day at his well-paying IT job. With an average look and a professional demeanor, he had carved a stable life in the city since moving there a few months ago with his wife, Ragini. Ragini, 27, a native of Lucknow as well, was a striking contrast—confident, smart, and always impeccably dressed, her body in perfect shape, exuding a natural dominance she didn’t yet recognize. The couple had married in Lucknow in 2024, their engagement a joyful affair filled with travel and shared laughter. But beneath Tarun’s calm exterior simmered a secret desire that had haunted him since college, seven years ago—a longing for femdom, for a dominant woman to control him completely. Before their marriage, Tarun had kept this fantasy hidden, indulging in femdom videos nightly, masturbating to the scenes of powerful mistresses. He feared Ragini...

Delhi ki subah ek khamosh tufaan si thi, aur Arjun ka dil ek bechain darr mein dooba hua tha. Meera ka control uski zindagi ka har pal ban chuka tha, uski har saans uski Rani ke hukum pe chalti thi. Kal raat ka torture—leather whip ke waar, uske swollen balls ka dard, aur ek chhote se glass pani ka “reward”—uske jism aur zehen pe ek nightmare ki tarah chhaya tha. Meera ka naya hukum—college mein public punishment mangna—uske dil mein ek zeher sa phail raha tha. Sabke saamne ghutno pe baithna? Kya kehte honge log? Meera ka agla plan kya hai? Yeh suspense uske dil ko kaat raha tha, lekin uska femdom junoon usse Meera ke kadmon mein liye ja raha tha, jaise ek tabeedar ghulam jo apni maut ka bhi intezaar karta ho. Arjun college ke liye taiyaar hua, uska jism dard se kaanpta hua, lekin Meera ke rules ke mutabik, usne apna luggage pehle hi uske apartment mein shift kar diya tha. Woh ab uske ghar mein rehta tha, nanga, uski har cheez Meera ke control mein. College ke corridor mein, jab usne M...

Delhi ki subah ek dhundli si thi, lekin Arjun ke liye, Meera ke Hauz Khas apartment mein har pal ek kaala tufaan tha. Uska jism dard se chur chur tha—swollen balls, jalte hue chest aur penis pe garam pani ke nishaan—aur uska dil ek bechain darr mein dooba hua. Meera ka control uski zindagi ban chuka tha, uski har saans uski Rani ke hukum pe chalti thi. Kal raat ka torture—uske balls ka crushing, zameen pe sote hue dard, aur subah ka garam pani ka attack—uske zehen mein ek nightmare ki tarah goonj raha tha. Lekin uska femdom junoon, ek shaitani aag, usse Meera ke kadmon mein rakhta tha. Woh ab uska permanent ghulam tha, uske ghar mein rehne wala, uske naye rules ka bandi—kapde nahi pehen sakta, bina puche na kha sakta, na pi sakta, aur har din college mein Meera ke saamne ghutno pe baithkar punishment mangna padta tha. Arjun ka dil sochta tha, “Ab kya hoga? Meera ka agla plan kya hai?” Yeh darr, yeh curiosity, uske dil ko kaat raha tha. Meera subah college ke liye nikli, apne designer k...

 Delhi ki raat ek gehri khamoshi mein doobi thi, aur Arjun apne chhote se room mein bed pe pada tha, aansuon se bheega hua. Meera ka torture—uske balls pe kicks, slaps, aur crushing—uske jism aur dil pe gehre nishaan chhod gaya tha. Usne raat bhar ro ro kar socha, lekin jab woh soya, uske sapne femdom ke junoon se bhare the. Meera ka control, uski commanding awaaz, uski polished nails wali ungliyan—yeh sab uske zehen mein ghoom raha tha. Uska dard usse door le ja raha tha, lekin uska femdom pyaar usse wapas Meera ke paas kheench raha tha. Subah jab woh utha, usne ek femdom video dekha, masturbate kiya, aur apne dil ke dohrah mein khoya raha—jaaye Meera ke paas ya na jaaye? Uska junoon jeet gaya. Woh college ke liye taiyaar hua, apna routine follow kiya—classes, Gurgaon ki IT job—aur raat ko Meera ke apartment ke darwaze pe khada tha, uska dil darr aur devotion se dhadak raha tha. Arjun ne darwaza khatkhataya, uska sar jhuka hua, ek perfect slave ki tarah. Meera ne darwaza khola, us...

Delhi ki raat ek gehri chhuppi mein doobi thi, aur Meera ke Hauz Khas apartment mein, baarish ki awaaz ek faint rhythm ki tarah goonj rahi thi. Arjun ka dil ab bhi us scene se toota hua tha—Meera aur Rohan ka intimate moment, jo usne galti se dekha tha. Dinner ke baad, jab Rohan apne ghar chala gaya, Arjun ne Meera ke liye saare kaam pure kiye—plates saaf kiye, kitchen chamkayi, aur Meera ke kapde neatly fold kiye. Raat ke 11 baj chuke the jab woh Meera ke saamne khada hua, uska chehra thakawat aur dard ka mixture. “Sab kaam ho gaya, Rani,” usne dheere se kaha, lekin uski awaaz mein ek emotional crack tha. Meera, apne satin ka Levis night suit mein couch pe baithi thi, uski perfectly polished nails haathon aur pairon pe chamak rahe the, ek true mistress ki tarah. Usne Arjun ki taraf dekha, ek chhoti si smile ke saath. “Good boy,” usne kaha, uska tone soft lekin commanding. Lekin uski aankhon mein ek spark thi, jo Arjun ko darr aur excitement dono deta tha. Usne apne baal peeche kiye au...

Monsoon ki baarish ne Delhi ko ek silver dhund mein lapet rakha tha, aur is vibrant shehar ke ek corner mein, Arjun aur Meera ka rishta ek naye rang mein badal raha tha. Meera, ek 20 saal ki college student, DU ke wahi campus mein padhti thi jahan Arjun, 21, apna second year pura kar raha tha. Meera ke chehre pe hamesha ek bold smile rahti thi, uski aankhon mein ek aisi chamak jo Arjun ke dil ko chhoo leti thi. Woh koi ordinary ladki nahi thi—uske parents, modern entrepreneurs, Delhi ke high-end boutiques ke maalik the. Unka open-minded gharana Meera ko apni desires ko embrace karne ki azaadi deta tha. Woh apne aalishaan Hauz Khas apartment mein akeli rehti thi, aur uska sapna tha ek aisi zindagi jahan paisa aur power dono uske kadmon mein hon. Arjun ke liye, Meera thi uski duniya. Paanch saal se uska dil femdom ke junoon mein dooba tha—woh videos, online forums, aur sapne jahan ek strong woman uski zindagi ko control karti thi. Jab Meera ne uske secrets jaan liye, usne ek game shuru k...

 Delhi ki baarish ne shehar ko ek dhundla sa roop diya tha, aur is vibrant chaos mein, Arjun aur Meera ka rishta ek intense, almost overwhelming dynamic mein badal chuka tha. Meera, 20, ek confident college student, apne DU ke din lectures attend karti aur Rohan ke saath masti mein guzarti thi. Rohan, uska charming boyfriend, uski zindagi ka ek bright spark tha—full of flirtatious smiles, coffee dates, aur moments jo Arjun ke dil ko chhedte the. Arjun, 21, apne femdom junoon mein dooba tha, lekin uski zindagi ek constant struggle thi—college ke assignments, Gurgaon ki IT job, aur Meera ke Hauz Khas apartment ke kaam. Har raat, jab woh thaka hara Meera ke ghar lautata, uska dil uski Rani ke liye seva karne ki khushi se bhar jata, chahe uska dil kitna bhi dard kyun na kare. Meera ka control Arjun ke jeene ka raasta tha. Uski har salary—20,000 rupees har mahine—Meera ke haathon mein jati, aur agar usse kuch chahiye hota, toh usse dil se mangna padta, jaise uski zindagi Meera ki khushi...

Delhi ke crowded lanes aur vibrant college campuses mein, 21-year-old Arjun ek ordinary ladka lagta tha. Lekin uske dil mein ek secret chhupa tha—ek addiction jo paanch saal se uske zehen mein ghar kiye hue thi: femdom. 16 saal ki umar se, jab usne internet pe pehli baar femdom videos dekhe, uska dil ek ajeeb si khushi se bhar gaya. Women jo confident thi, jo control leti thi, jo apni power se duniya ko apne kadmon mein rakhti thi—Arjun unki taraf kheechta chala gaya. He wasn’t just fascinated; he craved to live it, to find a mistress jo usse guide kare, usse apna banaye. The Addiction aur the Search Arjun, ek middle-class family ka ladka, DU ke ek reputed college mein second-year student tha. His addiction wasn’t just about videos anymore; it was a longing to submit, to serve someone powerful. Online forums jaise FetLife aur Indian BDSM groups pe woh chupke se active tha, reading about submissive roles, fantasizing about a real-life mistress. Lekin Dilli mein, jahaan relationships bh...