Wife turns into a wrestling dominatrix – Part 8

Almost a year passed by after that brutal night of intense torture. My hot sister-in-law, Shreya, had settled in with us. She was permanently absorbed into the Mumbai-based MNC. Both sisters were busy with their respective jobs. I handled the household work of daily chores along with groceries and cooking.

At weekends they used to dominate me all day, putting me in all kinds of excruciating holds, squeezing my balls. They even used sex toys like gags, cuffs and dildos (to fuck my ass hard), whips, and spatula for light BDSM.

Post domination, I used to get hogtied with all my limbs tied up in a single tight knot, lying immobile and helpless on the ground. They used to go for late-night rave parties and left me there for hours. My wife was dating Aman while Mistress Shreya did casual hookups with hunks.

I was mostly naked all the time unless we had visitors. A frequent visitor was my wife’s client, Prapti, who also happened to be Shreya’s colleague. She was an IT Analyst, born and brought up in Mumbai. She loved dancing and was a passionate rock climber as well.

She was in her early thirties, had fair skin, straightened hair, height upwards of 5’3, sharp features, and notably big boobs. She posed a sexy figure of 34C-32-36. She knew about my sex slavery but was always kind to me. She never mistreated me.

I still remember the day we met for the first time, about 6 months earlier. My wife had invited her to our house, and I was introduced as her slave hubby. She looked so cute in a yellow sleeveless kurti and a matching dupatta. Both my Mistress wife and her sister asked her to wrestle with me.

She reluctantly faced me. She was fit and athletic but hardly knew any wrestling moves. She still outwrestled me somehow and put my head between her thunderous thighs in standing head scissors. She immediately asked me to tap out and said she did not want to hurt me.

I knew it was game over, as a dancer’s legs are deadly, but I refused to give up. Then she squeezed harder and made me tap out. Later that day, she even apologised to me in private for hurting and humiliating me. This was ages ago. Prapti was a badass chick now, thanks to both my Mistresses.

She had pierced brows, a cute nose ring and tattoos inked in several parts of her body. She was bold as fuck now and always wore sleeveless clothing to flaunt her strong tattooed arms. She even started riding motorbikes. She smoked, boozed, and partied hard during weekends but also worked out like a beast.

She hit the gym regularly and took PT in MMA from my wife. She was fascinated by femdom wrestling to dominate her boyfriend in bed. So Mistress Shreya used to wrestle with her and teach her all kinds of wrestling holds. They were equally hot and strong, but I found Prapti sexier.

Mistress Shreya and Prapti became close friends and used to go trekking along with my Mistress’ wife and Aman. Very soon, they became a close-knit group.

One Sunday evening, my wife had gone out with Aman, and Mistress Shreya had invited Prapti for a hangout. She came very late. I opened the door to greet her and was immediately blown away by her. Tonight she was in a black, sleeveless T-back tank top, layering a red bra, visible from its straps.

She was flaunting her hot-toned back and huge lats from the deep armhole of her tank. She was barely covering her huge ass with low waist micro shorts, displaying her hot as fuck strong legs. She was rocking a Western look.

She looked like a Goddess with an enormous rack, muscular, round shoulders, visible biceps and sexy toned legs. She hugged me tight, lifting me off the floor with ease for a few seconds and said, “Hey Sourav, How are you?”

Me: I’m good. What took you so long?

Prapti: I had a run-in with a punk kid. You won’t believe what happened.

Shreya came out, hugged her and said, “Any trouble, dear?”

Prapti: Yeah, a smart ass tried eve-teasing meI taught him a lesson he will never forget.

Shreya: What exactly happened?

Prapti’s story:

I was in a pub waiting for my boyfriend. But he called to inform me that he wouldn’t make it because he had some urgent work. I fought with him over the call, so I was pissed. I ordered a couple of drinks.

Meanwhile, I saw a group of punk kids stalking me from the next table. I presumed them to be collegegoers. One made sick remarks regarding me revealing too much skin through my shorts, like a typical Indian male. I got up and told him to ‘Fuck off.’

I also warned him I would kick his ass if he spoke another word regarding my dressing. It somehow bruised his male ego. He came towards me, called me a ‘Bitch’ and was about to put his hands on me.

I blocked his slap and immediately caught his arm and twisted it. I pinned him to the ground and secured his arm by his wrists behind his back. The whole pub came to a standstill and watched the show. Youngsters started recording the whole scene.

Shreya: A very well-executed hammerlock. Good that you taught him a lesson. I would have done the same.

Prapti: Yeah.

He was writhing in intense pain and started moaning. I was already in a bad mood. I decided to punish him severely and publicly shame him for his crimes against a woman. I planned to question him and make him confess his guilt through pain.

I told him, “You messed with the wrong girl and that too on the wrong day. I will teach you a lesson you will never forget.”

He said, “Let me go! Don’t you know who you are messing with?”

I lost it my temper now. I sat on his back, took hold of his other arm by his wrists, and twisted it behind his back. Now, with both arms secured behind his back, he was completely trapped at my mercy. I started questioning him and kept twisting his wrists upwards after each question little by little.

“Nope, I said. I will make you pay. How dare you judge me, and who gave you the audacity to put your hands on a woman?” I asked (twist)

“Ah! Ah! Please forgive me, Ma’am!” he cried.

“Answer my question, or I will break your arms!” I threatened him.

He said in a shaking voice, “Your shorts are too revealing, Ma’am, and you have good legs. I couldn’t control myself. I was trying to flirt. It will not happen again, Ma’am. I promise.”

Flirt? Really? “You ain’t even half my size. I could snap you in half right now,” I said

“No, Ma’am, I beg you. Please don’t,” he pleaded.

“You couldn’t control your lust, and whose fault is that?” I asked him. (twist)

He screamed: Aagh! Aagh! My fault! My fault!

I asked him, “And what did you call me?” (twist again)

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” he cried.

He refused to answer and kept on screaming. I yanked his arm to almost breaking point and shouted, “Answer me!”

He cried and screamed again, “Aagh! Aagh! Aagh! Bitch. I called you a Bitch!” he confessed.

“So, who’s the bitch now?” I asked. (another twist)

“I am, I am, he screamed. Please let me go, Ma’am! My arms will break,” he pleaded.

I said, “Shut up! This is the problem with you guys. Grow up. This isn’t a patriarchial society anymore. Women are equally strong and talented in every sphere of life. So-called men like you consider us to be weak and careless. It’s your thought that needs changing, not our wardrobe.”

The manager rushed to the scene and said, “Please let him go, Ma’am. We will see to it that he is detained.”

I was so angry that I refused to let go and said, “Please call the cops. He is going nowhere. What he did was an act of sexual harassment and an attempt to assault. I am well within my rights to act in self-defence and restrain him.”

He kept on apologising, and I kept on twisting more and more. He started crying and pissed his pants involuntarily. I stopped twisting now but didn’t release his arm.

I asked him, “Is a girl making you piss your pants? Where is all that male ego now?”

He couldn’t reply. I realised he was in excruciating pain. I was torturing him for 15 whole minutes. Finally, the cops arrived, and I released his arms after warning him to remember this incident as a lesson before mistreating any woman.

I felt pity for him as he couldn’t lift his arms. They were numb with pain. I told the cops to let him go and didn’t press charges. All his friends were on their knees and apologised on behalf of their friend.

There was a round of applause from everyone present there towards me for taking a stand. I bowed and took my leave.

“Bravo, my friend,” said Mistress Shreya, exchanging fist bumps with Prapti.

Prapti lifted her hand, gesturing a squeeze and said, “I would have castrated his balls if it wasn’t a public place.”

Shreya: What a jerk! You could squeeze a pair right now to satiate your wants. (winks)

Prapti: Haha. Do I squeeze your balls, Sourav? You wouldn’t mind, would you?

I was shocked to hear this from her. Punishing that punk kid elevated her self-confidence to take on an average man. She swooped in to squeeze my balls but made an air squeeze instead near my balls. She was teasing me. I was so scared that I nearly slipped.

Then she hugged me and whispered, “Relax, dear, I was only kidding. I like you. Why would I ever hurt you, silly.” She then kissed my left cheek, and I turned red.

I felt such warmth after a long time. She could have easily dominated me with my weak body and balls like my Mistress wife and her cruel sister. But she was kind. I almost cried but held back my tears.

Shreya: Come on, Prap, show him who’s the boss. Try some wrestling holds on him.

But Prapti tactfully avoided her request and said, “Maybe later. I’m so hungry. Let’s eat and drink!”

Shreya was a little confused and asked me to get Chinese on Swiggy. I did that, but her stay was short-lived. Her Tinder date called her and asked her out on a date. She left us quickly, changed into a knee-length dress, and rushed out.

Before moving out, she said, “Hey, Prap, my date is nearby. I’m sorry to leave you all alone with my slave, jiju. I’ll be back in a while. Till then, chill and make yourself at home.”

Prapti: No worries, babe, I’ll be fine. You enjoy.

Prapti and I had the whole house to ourselves. We ate Chinese and had a few bottles of beer. We started chatting.

I asked her, “How is your boyfriend? How are things going on with him?”

She sadly replied, “He is busy in his world, no time for me. Moreover, he is moving abroad for his postdoc.”

Me: Only a dumbass would ignore someone so special as you.

Prapti: Really? You think I am special

Me: You’re bold, beautiful, smart and tough as a nail.

Prapti: Awww! Thanks.

She now had her arm around my neck. Her arm was so strong that I leaned towards her. I noticed her soft side boobs touching my elbow. Her lemons seemed to sprout out of her sleeveless tank.

His sexy bare legs were twice as big and long as mine. I imagined my fate if she were ever angry with me and started squeezing my body. I was starved of sex for so long that I wanted to fuck her.

I said, “You have such a great body Mistress Prapti.”

Prapti: Just Prapti should be fine, and thanks for the compliment. You are too cute, Sourav and also chivalrous. A proper gentleman. By the way, how do you like my tattoo?

She lifted her top to reveal an intertwined floral tattoo beneath her boobs. Only then I noticed her red 34C bra and cannon ball-sized huge breasts. I felt like squeezing the life out of them. She had hot abs as well.

Me: Wow, your abs are so sexy.

Prapti: Touch them if you want to. You have my consent.

I touched her sexy abs, and a stream current passed through my body. I was so turned on that my penis was rock-hard and ripped through my pants. She was glued to them. The sexual tension was so high that I started shaking a bit.

She said, “Fuck it. Come here.”

She grabbed my hair, pulled me towards her and started kissing me. I was kissing her like a desperate man starved of sex for a long time. She took her tongue out, and I took it in my mouth, sucking each other. It was like bliss. I got my hands in the front and started cupping her big boobs.

I was squeezing them intensely. We kept kissing and rolling on the floor. We didn’t give a shit to the world. We were kissing each other wildly. I took off my tees and pants and got on top of her. I started kissing her on her neck and biting lightly. She was moaning a lot.

She was making all the noises a man wanted to hear while making love. I took her sleeveless racerback tank off. She was wearing a red bra. Her boobs were looking so inviting. My lips went straight to her breasts. I was kissing them, biting her boobs.

I took down her bra, and her nipples were open. Her 34C breast size looked huge, and her pierced nipples were light brown. I took her nipples and metal rings and started sucking them like a baby. I would use my tongue to lick them and then again take them in my mouth.

She got a lot of pleasure when I tongue-played with her nipples. She had her first orgasm with me while I played with her nipples. This went on for 10 minutes, and she was super turned on. She removed my pants, and while kissing me, she started pinching my nipples. It was a brilliant feeling.

Then she removed my boxers, and my cock sprang out, and she started stroking it. She took my cock in her mouth and started licking its head with her tongue. She squeezed my balls with her hands lightly. She was playing with my balls while sucking my cock. My hands were on her head, stroking her hair.

I was in ecstasy. She sucked me for 10 minutes. Watching my face, she realised I was close to cumming in her mouth. She increased her speed.

Suddenly I heard a car honking near the garage. It was my Mistress wife. She would kill me if she found me this way with her client. I tried to push Prapti aside, but she kept blowing me. She was in beast mode, too strong for me.

Then I screamed at her, “STOP! STOP PRAPTI! IT’S MY WIFE!”

She came back to her senses and released my cock from her mouth, and quickly wore her tank top. She hid her bra in her bag, but I was too slow to react.

“Get dressed, Hurry! Hurry, you moron!” she screamed.

Scared of the degree of painful punishment and torture I would be subjected to made me freeze. I was numb, unable to react in time. When my Mistress wife was about to enter the hall, Prapti did the unthinkable.

My mistress wife came inside and was shocked. I was screaming in pain, “Aagh. Stop! Stop! Let me go! I give! I give!”

Supriti: OMG, Prapti, is that you? Such a brutal wrestling hold!

Prapti: Thanks, Ma’am. Shreya left an hour back. I was practising some wrestling holds. I wanted to try out some illegal holds on slave jiju, so I asked him to strip naked. You don’t mind, do you?

Supriti: No, dear, not at all. He is all yours. Very interesting move, though. He is completely immobilised, at your mercy. You have his leg locked firmly in your armpits while also putting pressure on his back and squeezing balls all at the same time. Shreya taught you well.

Prapti: Yes, Ma’am, she did, but this is all me. I invented this combo right at this instance. (smirks)

Prapti had managed to improvise the situation by putting me brutally painful single-leg Boston crab/groin grab combo. Now let me describe this innovative wrestling hold. I was lying flat on my stomach while she locked my left ankle in her left armpit and sat deep on my back, facing away from me.

She started pulling my leg backwards, putting intense pressure on my back, and with her right. She squeezed my exposed naked balls. This was my fault. I froze and failed to get dressed in time. So she made it look like she was applying an illegal wrestling hold on me.

This would cover that I was naked, all alone with Prapti. A genius move by her to save our skin.

Supriti: That’s a sexy hold, alright. You continue practising. I’ll freshen up and join you in a while.

Prapti: Sure thing, Ma’am.

To make it look real, she was squeezing my balls tightly at an interval of 2 to 3 seconds. I kept moaning loudly after each squeeze.

“Aagh!” I kept screaming.

Supriti: Shreya texted me. She will be here soon. Keep him locked in that hold till then. I’m sure she would love this creative, new wrestling hold of yours.

Prapti: Yeah, sure. Don’t worry, Ma’am. He is going nowhere.

My Mistress wife gestured a thumbs up and went upstairs to freshen up.

I pleaded with Prapti, “Hey babe, Stop it, Please. Give me a break. You are hurting me. She is gone now. Let me go!”

Prapti squeezed my balls tight and said, “Shut up, you piece of shit. You fucked up! Call me Mistress Prapti from now on. It’s out of my hands now. I have no choice but to put you in painful holds.”

I started crying, “Aagh. Ok, but stop squeezing so hard. My balls hurt. You have a hell of a grip. My back is paining as well!”

Prapti: I can’t. I am sorry. Please forgive me and take it like a man.

She was scared of getting caught. She sat on my back in the half-Boston crab hold, stretching my left leg and squeezing my naked balls mercilessly. This was her cruel side which I got to see the first time.

“This was the pain that punk kid must have gone through,” I thought while screaming and begging for mercy.

There I was again, in yet another devastating wrestling hold, getting dominated and humiliated. This time at the hands of my newfound love.

To be continued. Happy Reading.