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Indian Femdom Story: Tarun’s Journey from Husband to Ragini’s Slave - Part 7

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 days, he sweeps okay, makes tea without burning it, and folds some clothes. Priya is nice about it, saying, “It’s fine, just do better next time,” with a soft laugh.

But on the last day, Vikram can’t finish folding the laundry. He’s been at the bank late, counting money, and his hands are shaky. Priya sees this as her chance. “You didn’t do it,” she says, “now you get punished, and you have to take it.” Vikram just nods, not thinking too hard. That night, Priya’s punishment kicks in. She sits on his face, giving him a handjob to make his penis grow big, then grabs his balls and crushes them hard. Vikram loses focus—the pain hits him like a shock, and his tolerance is low, maybe 3 out of 10. He groans and squirms, but Priya keeps sitting on his face for 30 minutes. He takes it, breathing hard, his face red.

After, Priya warns, “If you don’t obey me, I’ll punish you more.” Vikram hesitates and yells, “This is too much!” Priya’s eyes flash with anger. She grabs his balls again, squeezes tight, and says, “You don’t shout at me—say yes or else.” She kicks his balls lightly until he cries, “Yes!” and falls quiet, now fully under her control. At the bank, Vikram’s a wreck. His mistakes with money grow, and his boss gives him a stern talk. He comes home even more tired, scared of Priya’s next move, and starts hiding laundry to avoid tasks.

Sneha’s Move with Arjun

Sneha, the 35-year-old teacher, follows Ragini’s plan with Arjun, her chatty software engineer. Ragini picks tasks: dusting shelves, cooking rice, and organizing his work desk—doable but tough after coding all day. For a few days, Arjun dusts and cooks rice fine, but the desk stays a mess. Sneha forgives the early slip-ups, saying, “Try again tomorrow,” with a gentle push.

On the last day, he fails the desk task, too tired from a late project. Sneha gets her chance. She locks Arjun’s hands to the bed with soft ropes, then starts her punishment. She bites his nipples, leaving red marks, then bites the tip of his penis, his pee hole, and even his nose. Arjun’s tolerance is medium, about 5 out of 10. The bites sting, and he winces, squirming for 20 minutes but taking it. Sneha warns, “Obey me, or this gets worse.” Arjun nods, his eyes wide with fear. At his software job, he’s distracted—code errors pile up, and his team gets upset. He rushes home, trying to finish tasks early to avoid Sneha’s bites, but his work suffers more.

Kavita’s Challenge with Rohan

Kavita, the 28-year-old artist, works on Rohan, her stubborn mechanic. Ragini suggests mopping the floor, making chapatis, and sorting tools—tasks he can try but might fail. For a few days, Rohan mops and makes chapatis okay, but the tools stay a mess. Kavita is patient, saying, “It’s alright, do it later.” But when he fails the tools task, she steps up.

Her punishment is different. She makes Rohan lick her, then pushes his nose into her backside when he stops without her say. If he pulls away, she slaps his face hard and fits his nose back in. Rohan’s tolerance is high, about 7 out of 10. The slap stings, and the nose pressure makes him gasp, but he handles it for 25 minutes. Kavita warns, “Do as I say, or this repeats.” Rohan nods, scared. At his mechanic shop, he’s off—dropping wrenches, missing repairs. He tries finishing chores fast to dodge her punishment, but his job keeps slipping.

The Weekly Punishment Cycle

For the next few weeks, Ragini has them switch punishments. One day, Priya crushes Vikram’s balls while sitting on his face. The next, Sneha bites Arjun’s nipples and penis. Then Kavita slaps Rohan and fits his nose in. The pain levels stay the same—Vikram at 3/10, Arjun at 5/10, Rohan at 7/10—and they learn to obey. Their jobs take a hit: Vikram’s bank errors lead to a warning, Arjun’s software bugs cause team fights, and Rohan’s slow work annoys customers. They have no chance to be like before—their wives are now cruel and direct.

The Husbands’ New Struggle

Now, Vikram, Arjun, and Rohan are totally controlled. They lie awake, whispering, “How do we protect ourselves?” Vikram tries waking early to finish tasks, Arjun asks for a chore list to stay ahead, and Rohan hides tools to look done. But the punishments keep coming, and their professional lives crumble. They start planning—maybe pleasing their wives more or finding ways to skip tasks—but for now, they’re stuck, scared of what’s next.

To Be Continued…

Next part coming soon!

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