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Indian Femdom Story: Tarun’s Journey from Husband to Ragini’s Slave - Part 2

 

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 of her control. The cage tightened, and Tarun’s pleas for mercy fueled her dominance.

Day 3: The Task of Service

Tarun proposed cooking her favorite meal under her strict supervision. Ragini sat imperiously, critiquing his every move. When he spilled salt, she ordered him to lick it off the floor, her voice firm. The humiliation was intense, and Tarun’s arousal grew, though release remained out of reach.

Day 4: The Edge of Torture

Tarun introduced orgasm denial with a twist—Ragini stroking him to the brink, then stopping. She mastered the technique, her nails grazing his skin as he writhed. When he begged too loudly, she gagged him with a cloth, the silence amplifying his torment. His submission deepened with each denied climax.

Day 5: The Ritual of Worship

Tarun suggested a worship ritual—massaging her shoulders while she relaxed. Ragini enjoyed the power, but when he faltered, she spanked his back with a rolled magazine. The sting marked his surrender, and she smiled, reveling in her new authority.

Day 6: The Pledge of Slavery

On the sixth day, Tarun knelt, presenting a handwritten note: “I, Tarun, pledge to be your slave, Mistress Ragini.” She read it, her eyes gleaming. To seal it, she ordered him to crawl across the room. When he slowed, she tugged his hair, a final punishment that left him breathless. That night, she unlocked the cage briefly, only to relock it, cementing his role.

Chapter 4: The Mistress and Her Slave

By day’s end, Ragini’s transformation was complete. “Our marriage is redefined,” she declared. “You’re my slave, not my husband.” Tarun, exhausted yet fulfilled, nodded, his femdom fantasy now reality. Ragini ruled their home, her commands absolute, and Tarun served with devotion, his identity as her slave fully embraced.

To Be Continued…

Next part coming soon!

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