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Indian Femdom Story: Tarun’s Journey from Husband to Ragini’s Slave - Part 5

 

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—if you start too soon, my friends will punish you.” Tarun froze, his heart beating fast. He knew he couldn’t wait long. Scared, he started, and soon his body took over. In two minutes, he couldn’t hold back and moved, his private part showing a little.

Ragini had a plan. “Clean up your mess and get me the whip,” she ordered, her voice mean. Tarun’s face turned red—he knew this was trouble. He wiped it up and brought the whip. The ladies watched as he handed it over. “Lie on the table, chest up, back down,” she said. Tarun did it, and she covered his eyes with a cloth so he couldn’t see.

Suddenly, she used the whip on him—firm but not too hard. A couple more hits landed on his chest and face. Tarun felt upset and slid off the table. Ragini kept going, giving him a few more light strikes all over. Her friends were surprised, seeing how she handled him. He couldn’t tell where the next hit would land, blind and asking, “Please, stop!” But she didn’t stop right away.

After a bit, Ragini gave the whip to her friends. “Let me show you how,” she said. One friend tried, her hits soft and not too bad—Tarun could handle that. They took turns. Then Ragini took over again. “Hold his legs apart,” she told them. The friends grabbed his ankles, spreading him out a bit. She gave his private part a few gentle taps, and Tarun made a loud noise. She didn’t stop, and her friends joined in, laughing a little. After a while, she let him go, and he just sat there, shaky.

Chapter 13: Learning the Tricks

The ladies sat back, talking fast. They begged Ragini, “Teach us more about this!” wanting to try it with their husbands. She chuckled, “We’ll talk later. Try my tricks, and you’ll get it.” They chatted about ideas and left excited to try at home. A few weeks later, one friend was tapping her husband for not listening, and they made a little group, all open with each other about their new boss-lady ways.

To Be Continued…

Next part coming soon!

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