Vice President Turned Sex Slave
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Story about a corporate company vice president turned sex slave
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction High Fantasy BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture PonyGirl Group Sex White Male White Female Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Foot Fetish Needles Public Sex Indian Erotica
Manju knelt in the dim dungeon, arms wrenched high behind her back by the tight straps. Her shoulders burned, but she kept her knees spread and spine straight like the perfect slave. A thick blindfold sealed her eyes and heavy earplugs cut off all sound, leaving her floating in darkness and silence. The only things she could feel were the cold floor under her knees, the collar around her throat, and the heavy chain leash dangling between her breasts.
Ray circled her slowly. The big steel septum ring he had forced through her nose earlier that night tugged every time he gave the leash a sharp yank. The ring was thick and unforgiving, stretching her septum painfully whenever he pulled. He liked watching the metal glint under the lights while Manju stayed perfectly still.
He ran his rough palms over her bare tits, pinching both nipples hard until a soft whimper slipped past her lips. Then he stepped behind her, admiring the way her ass cheeks spread from the forced posture. Without warning he grabbed the upper-arm cuffs and shoved them closer together, driving two more pins into the slots. Manju’s mouth opened in a silent scream as fresh agony shot through her shoulders. Ray stopped just short of dislocating them, then gave the leash another cruel tug, forcing her to shuffle forward on her knees.
He led her across the room until the chain went taut. Manju felt the floor change beneath her and realized she was now standing on her toes on a narrow wooden beam. The pressure on her feet was immediate and sharp. She wobbled, fighting to keep balance while the nose ring pulled her head forward.
A new pair of hands touched her. These were smaller, older, but no less commanding. Buela’s wrinkled fingers traced the curve of Manju’s waist, then slid down to cup her ass. The elderly woman squeezed hard, nails digging in. Manju had no idea that the customer who had signed the big contract with her firm last month was now standing behind her, fully dressed in leather while she remained naked and bound.
Buela leaned close to Manju’s ear, though the plugs made the words nothing but vibration. “Such a proud little vice president during the day,” she murmured, though Manju heard nothing. “Tonight you’re just my toy.”
Ray handed Buela the leash. The old mistress gave it a firm yank, forcing Manju’s face forward until the septum ring stretched tight. At the same time she reached between Manju’s spread thighs and shoved two fingers straight into her pussy. Manju’s walls clenched around the sudden intrusion. Buela pumped her fingers roughly, thumb grinding against Manju’s clit with each thrust.