Chapter 22: The Proposal

As Vishal and Randi walked home from the doctor’s office, Randi’s thighs glistened with the remnants of the doctor’s use, a testament to her complete submission and obedience. Vishal, too distracted by his plans and excitement, barely noticed. His mind was racing with ideas for the wedding and the future of their family. Having a boy in Indian culture was indeed something to be celebrated, and he was determined to raise his son the right way, teaching him how to treat women like Randi.

He looked at Randi, his eyes gleaming with a new idea. “Randi, I suppose it’s about time we get engaged. But I want you to propose to me. I want you to propose to my cock and dedicate your life and soul to it. And I want to film it. You have until we get home to think of an appropriate way to propose to me and beg me to marry you. Remember, I could just send you back to your husband.”

Randi’s eyes widened in panic, her small brain scrambling to come up with something that would honor Vishal in the way he deserved. She knew she had to make this perfect, to prove her devotion and secure her place by his side.

As they approached the apartment, Randi’s mind was made up. She knew what she had to do. She turned to Vishal, her eyes shining with determination and love.

“Like, oh my gosh, Vishal, I have, like, the most amazing idea ever! Can you, like, sit on the couch and, like, get your cock out for me, pretty please?”

Vishal smiled, intrigued, and did as she asked, sitting on the couch and freeing his erection. Randi giggled, her eyes wide with excitement and nerves. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands clasped in front of her as if in prayer.

“Okay, so, like, I know I’m not, like, the smartest girl ever, but I do know that, like, I love you and your cock so, so much. You’re, like, my everything, my master, my god, and I want to, like, worship you and your cock forever and ever.”

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with emotion. “So, like, Vishal, will you, like, marry me and let me be your cock’s wife forever? I promise to, like, obey you and please you and be your perfect little bimbo slave for the rest of my life. Oh, and like, I’ll even let our son watch and learn from you, so he knows how to, like, treat women right, just like his daddy.”

With that, she leaned forward, her lips wrapping around Vishal’s cock, her head bobbing up and down as she began to suck, her eyes locked on his. She pleaded with her eyes, her mouth, her entire being, begging him to accept her proposal, to marry her and make her his forever.

Vishal watched, his eyes wide with surprise and awe, his cock throbbing with pleasure. He had never expected something so creative, so heartfelt, so utterly perfect. He knew that Randi was his, completely and utterly, forever and ever.

He pulled out his phone, filming the entire scene, capturing Randi’s devotion and submission for posterity. As he came, his body trembling with release, he looked down at Randi, his eyes filled with love and pride.

“Yes, Randi, I will marry you. I will make you my cock’s wife forever. You have pleased me greatly, and I am so proud of you.”

Randi looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears of joy and relief. “Like, oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise to, like, be the best cock wife ever! You won’t regret it, I swear!”

And with that, their engagement was official, their future sealed. Vishal knew that he had found the perfect partner, the perfect mother for his son, the perfect slave for his cock.