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, and of course, he messes up. The floors have streaks, the food’s a disaster, and he can’t keep quiet. Ragini loses it. She grabs the whip and hits his back thirty times—each lash stings like crazy—and then slaps his face with the strap until it’s all red. “You’re my slave, not my husband,” she snaps, locking him in that chastity cage and shoving the butt plug and dildo in. At work, he’s a mess—those toys make every move torture, and he’s paranoid his colleagues will notice him squirming during meetings.
Then she ramps it up. She makes him lick her shoes clean and repeat her rules like some robot, knowing he’s too tired to get it right. When he stumbles, she handcuffs him, whips his thighs and chest forty times, and kicks him where it hurts the most—hard. “Wear the strap around your neck under your shirt,” she orders, and it feels like a noose. At the office, he’s a nervous wreck, hands shaking as he types, scared someone will see it. He’s living in fear now, every day a new nightmare with her.
Chapter 9: The Neighbors Start Talking
Living in a flat with four units on the same floor, they’ve gotten to know the neighbors over these months. Ragini’s become buddies with the other wives, and she loves bragging about Tarun. “He does whatever I say,” she’d tell them with a sly grin, dropping hints about how she punishes him. The women listen, wide-eyed and curious, asking questions like they’re learning a secret recipe. Tarun, though, is a nervous wreck—his body’s covered in marks, and he’s always on edge, knowing Ragini’s watching.
Chapter 10: The Friday Surprise
One Friday morning, Ragini decides to take it further. She calls her friends and says, “Come over at 11. I’m keeping my slave home—no work today. We’ll have some fun with him. You can try him out too.” They’re all in, excited to see what she’s talking about. Tarun has no clue what’s coming. She just tells him, “Stay home today. I’ve got a surprise for you,” with that wicked smile of hers. The doorbell rings at 11, and she lets in three neighbor wives, all settling onto the sofa like it’s a show.
Tarun walks out, naked except for the chastity cage, carrying a tray of water glasses. His face goes red—he’s shocked and ashamed as the women stare. Ragini yells, “Slave, bring water for everyone!” He’s got these strict rules now, so he shuffles over, hands shaking, serving them one by one. After, he just stands there, head down, too embarrassed to move. Ragini coos, “Slave,” and it snaps him back. He takes their glasses and heads to the kitchen, heart pounding.
“Get back here!” Ragini calls. She wants to show off how well Tarun obeys. “All my friends are here, and their feet are dirty. Put your hands behind your back—I don’t want them free.” She doesn’t even bother locking them; she just expects him to do it himself. “Now, kneel and lick their footwear first, then their feet. Make them spotless, or you know what I’ll do.” Tarun’s mortified but drops to his knees. He starts with the first woman, her leg crossed on the couch. He kisses her heel, then uses his teeth to undo the strap, sliding the shoe off. With his hands behind him, he bends down, licking from top to bottom, the dust coating his tongue as he swallows it down. It takes an hour to clean all their feet, each woman watching with a mix of shock and amusement.
After, Ragini says, “Make us lunch, slave.” They head to the dining area, and her friends can’t stop talking about him. “How did you turn him into this?” they ask, impressed but curious. “How can we get our husbands to do this?” Ragini, ever the dominant one, just laughs. “Hold on, enjoy today. You’ll see what you can do with your own men after this.”
To Be Continued…
Next part coming soon!
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