Tick.. Tick.. Tick..
The clock is ticking..60 seconds left.
“Uhh.. Uhhh.. Uhh..” gasping until he listened to those words.
“STOP!”, came the command from his wife, Puja. Surya, the man who was kneeling in the corner with his elbows folded (palms holding his head on the backside), woke up with himself completely covered in sweat. His punishment of kneeling in the corner nude for 20 minutes without moving an inch came to an end. Safe to say, his wife/mistress was kind to him since this was the beginning.
“I am tired of monitoring your punishment for 20 minutes. Now, come and give me a foot massage”, ordered Puja. He went there crawling on four and took her left foot in his hand.
“Oyy slave”, called Puja. Surya lifted his head to face Puja (given the fact that Surya was not allowed to look into the eyes of her mistress all the time. He shall bow his head to show her his loyalty).
“With tongue, you have to do it with your tongue. Understand, bitch?”, she shouted. He was angry but he couldn’t do anything because he had already agreed to all this and didn’t want it to stop now. However, his anger was visible on his face.
“Come here”, Puja ordered him. Puja told him to turn over and he did.
“Is my baby angry?”, asked Puja and gave a stinging blow to his ass. But that barely made any impact on 6 feet, muscular built body of Surya.
PLUCK!!!
Puja knew that her spanks won’t work in her husband and hence she squeezed his balls.
“Painful, isn’t it? Getting your balls squeezed by your wife? What do you think, slave? You can show your anger on your mistress? You can give some stares and escape after that?”, questioned Puja while squeezing the life out of his balls.
He couldn’t stand and immediately pushed all his weight down. Puja crossed her legs with him and didn’t even give a chance to him.
“It doesn’t matter how painful it is for you. Even I was hurt because of you in the past but does it matter now? So, once when I order you to do anything, you have to do it. I am your mistress and you are my slave. You better get that into your head”, said Puja.
“YES, MISTRESS! I AM YOUR SLAVE”, he agreed.
Being naked in front of your wife isn’t a big deal. But doing it when she is completely covered is the issue. And even bigger issue is having to stand with your dick locked in a CHASTITY CAGE.
“So, what was your confidence when you gave me a stare back a while ago, huh? Do you think I was your tiny emotional wife back then, on whom you used to roam stamping your authority? Things won’t be the same and you better get adjusted to it”, said Puja.
Indeed, Puja was tiny. She was 5’2″ and 48 kg in weight, slim looking with just the right amount of meat at her boobs and bums. How come she managed to control a man who was double her size?
Puja then pulled her husband by his hair to the hall from the bedroom. She sat on the sofa and asked him to lie on her thighs. He didn’t want to stop this either or raise his voice to question her after remembering what happened between them three days ago.
She ordered him to crawl over to the door and pick her heels up with his mouth and come back. Surya went there crawling with something going in his mind. He knew he messed it up. He thought that his wife will spank him and was hesitant because he was never spanked by any woman in his life including his mother.
But now, what could have been a spanking session with hands seems like would become a spanking session with HEELS👠. Yet, he didn’t complain or protest because inside, he liked the BDSM experience.
He went there and picked up the heels and came back to his wife.
“Good boy, come on now.”, Puja said showing her thighs. Surya let down his self-respect and lied on her thighs. Puja picked her tie from the office uniform and tied his hands on behind.
His wife was now caressing his butt. She slowly moved her hands all over his butt. Then she spat on his butthole and kept one finger in and started slowly fingering his butt.
Although this was not what he expected, this was better. He slowly closed his eyes enjoying it. She slowly fingered his butt for 10 minutes, relaxing his prostate. That seemed to be a good prostate massage for him.
Puja then inserted the heel part into his butt hole and was slowly pushing the heel into his ass. She slowly inserted all of it and started to move it in and out slowly.
“You like anal, right? That is what we are doing now,” she winked looking at his face. She continued this for 10 minutes, occasionally spanking his ass in between.
Then she took her phone and called somebody, talked to her and then told her husband to take care and left the home to go to the office.
“Take care, slave. Although I don’t love you, I own you. Now, do all the household chores and be ready to welcome me nude by the time I return from my office. If you wear anything, you will be punished for that in the evening. You better be aware of it,” she said before leaving for her office late at 12 pm.
Puja went to the office. Surya stayed on the sofa for an hour and woke up to do the household chores except cooking because Puja did the cooking thing.
“CLING, CLING,” the bell rang.
Surya started to sweat. He knew who it was. He knew he shouldn’t be dressed. He went to the door slowly. The bell sound kept continuing. It reached his ears. He opened the door.
“How are you, slave boy?”, she asked.
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This is the first part of this BDSM story. I will continue based on the response. DM on Instagram to @adult_memes._.69 to share feedback. Thank you.
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