Wife turns into a wrestling dominatrix

Hi, I am Sourav. This is a true story about the transformation of my soft-spoken, timid wife into a dominatrix specialized in fetish wrestling.

Now coming to the introduction. I am 5’8, an average-built guy working as a government bank clerk in Mumbai. I live in my flat (bought by my father) with my newly married wife, Supriti.

Now Supriti is a very polite lady, 5’3 height but heavily built with huge melons. She belonged to a conservative Bengali family, so she always wore sarees. But I insisted she wears sleeveless blouses to show off her hugely shaped arms. She had sharp features and long hair but was a bit fat.

Supriti was from Kolkata but shifted with me to Mumbai after marriage. Within a couple of months, she started becoming more outspoken and open-minded. She started wearing Western dresses, shorts, and crop tops more and more.

One day when I returned from work, I was shocked to see her. She wore a top along with a pair of blue denim shorts. I wasn’t able to control myself and immediately started kissing her. She responded well and grabbed my dick.

She started giving me a handjob. But right when I was about to cum she stopped. I was in agony. She used to tease me like this by denial at the time of cumming. All of a sudden, she smiled and grabbed my balls playfully.

I screamed out, “Ahh, babe? What did I do?”

Supriti: Hey babe, do you think I am fat?

Me: Yeah, a bit. But how does it matter? You are hot.

Supriti: (while still grabbing my balls) Yeah, that I am. But I wish to join a gym. I want to get fit and strong. I think I am well-built. I think with a proper diet and workout, I might grow more muscles than you.

I started laughing and said.

Me: You are a girl. How can you possibly get stronger than me? The only way you can beat me is by grabbing my balls.

Supriti: (Released my balls) Okay, we will talk after a few months. I will make you beg for mercy. Mark my words.

My last statement hurt her ego. She was hell-bent on getting stronger than me and teaching me a lesson not to underestimate a girl, ever.

There was a nearby gym where MMA and judo classes were also taught to women. She enrolled herself in both and started her training. She used to go for morning jogs and gym classes and changed her diet completely. She even started watching UFC and WWE.

After 6-8 months, I started to notice amazing changes. She started losing fat and gained muscles rapidly. Her muscles were becoming visible through her more revealing and sexy dresses.

During our sex at night, I felt she was becoming a monster. I noticed that she could lift me at will now.

One day when I got back from work, I saw that she was in a hot tank top and gym shorts, stretching her legs out on a mat. I asked her,

Me: Hey, what is going on?

Supriti: Today, I will show you a couple of moves I learned. If you get out of them, I will give you a steamy blowjob and let you fuck me right away.

There was an evil grin on her face.

Me: If I cannot get out?

Supriti: Your balls are mine, babe.

This scared me a bit. But I thought, what the heck? She is a girl. I will beat her in no time. I was semi-naked and wore only underpants.

Supriti: Only undies? Nice, good for me

We began wrestling, and she was lightning-quick. Suddenly she spun behind me and tripped me with a spinning kick. I fell to the ground on my chin. She quickly locked my arms with her legs crossed above my shoulders in a pro-style MMA. With her spare hand, she reached out and grabbed my dick.

Supriti: This is called a lotus lock in a lying position used in pro wrestling. You will love it, babe.

Me: Aghhh, babe, you are hurting me!

Supriti: I thought you were a man. I have your dick in my hand even. Oh my God, you are hard, babe. I think you are loving it. Get out of it and earn a blowjob instantly.

I started struggling in pain but did get a hard-on. At this point, I was completely at her mercy. I felt humiliated at the hands of my newly transformed, strong, dominatrix wife. Getting dominated by a strong wife physically is quite kinky.

I tapped out!

Me: I can’t, babe. Please let me go.

Supriti: Oops, I am so sorry, but that wasn’t the deal, baby. You agreed to this, and now you are stuck.

She didn’t hold back and went right after my balls. My arms were numb, locked by her legs, and my balls were in her hand. She started squeezing them gradually. The pain was unbearable. I almost cried, and she started laughing.

Supriti: Hahaha! Aren’t you supposed to be a man? How pathetic are you! Getting manhandled by your wife. Now Listen carefully!

(SQUEEZE)

From now on, you are my slave.

(SQUEEZE)

I am stronger than you and have also become my gym’s personal head trainer. So I would perhaps earn more than you as well.

(SQUEEZE)

Me: Aagh, please, no more. I give up!

Supriti: I am letting you go now. But before that, let me frame some rules for my new slave. You will obey them.

1)You are to call me Goddess and be naked in front of me all the time.

2) All household chores are yours, including cooking.

3) Daily massage my full body after my post-workout.

4) I will practice new wrestling/MMA moves on you to master them perfectly. If you cannot get out of them, I will SQUEEZE your balls.

Disobey any of the said rules, and you know what will happen. From now on, I have you by the balls!!

She smiled and said, “Haha, literally, like even now.”

From that day onwards, I was a slave to my hot, sexy, physically strong dominating wife who was inspired into femdom BDSM. She learned judo and MMA holds.

This is the first part. I will continue this story if you like it, guys. Let me know in the comments.