Sex Slave of My Husband
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Story of a wife become a Sex slave of her husband and others
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Fiction High Fantasy Sharing InLaws BDSM DomSub Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture PonyGirl Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Oriental Male Indian Male Indian Female White Couple Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Needles Public Sex Indian Erotica
I am Priya married to Raj for the past 16 years and now am nearing 40 years, this is the story how I became a sex slave of my husband. I am around 5ft 7 inches tall very fair in complexion with big breasts thanks to my ex boyfriend played on it all the time and with a great shape sexy eyes hot luscious lips and a big sexy nose and a sexy ass too. I am a big head turner wherever I go with my dead gorgeous looks and my big breasts and ass. People comment and compare my looks with top Bollywood celebrities.
During my teenage I was in love with a guy who used to do all foreplay on my body and even made me suck his cock a couple of times and made me drink his juices too and I loved the taste of it also the way he has used my body so roughly and give all marks around my sexy fair milky white body too. He is the one made my normal breasts into a massive big one.
Soon after I married Raj when I was was 22 years old, he did all normal sex also with me like smooching my lips, play with my sexy breasts which is his favourite and wants me all the time, if I stand simply next to him itself he will get mood and will come and start playing with my breasts he will kiss fondle play with it for longer periods and then suck my full breasts and entire take it in mouth nipples and make it bounce too, we got baby after 7 years of marriage since he wanted to enjoy my sexy body in all ways. He wants my body all the time everyday even if I stand simply he will get horny and will come and start playing with my breasts, he will fuck me in the sofa, kitchen, bathroom with shower running, bathtub And he has a kink of taking me in car to any isolated places and play with my breasts and make me suck his and he will push his cock till my throat and leave his hot seed onto my stomach which is one of our favourite kink too.
He will also play with my sexy big ass by folding pressing squeezing etc too.
The day of my marriage he has told me he knows everything about my ex-boyfriend and he is fine with it and asked me whether I had physical sex with him I said no except he has played with my breasts smooched my lips only being in a small town it’s not easy to get laid etc so he probably would have trusted me even though I didn’t inform the many times I sucked my ex”s cock and drank his semen and he always left his seed in my throat only.
He said he has fallen in love with me the day he has move in near my house and was smitten by my beauty and my sexy body. He said am a dominant by nature and get turned by wild sex and am gonna make you my sexslave and I get turned with all this sort of sex only and also has a fetish for nose and due to my big sexy nose only he has married me too even though am not from a wealthy family. He said either you can walk out of the marriage or continue to become my sex slave and continue our life, I thought for a moment and thought it’s better to be sex slave since my ex always dominated me and I sort of loved it too but this I guess will go to a different level altogether. I said fine but go easy on me he said I can’t promise that but will go step by step, and told me about the fetish for nose wherein he wants to play with my nose as it’s a big turn on for him it seems, as I look upon he came next to me and pull my nose upwards with his thumb finger and said this sort of piggy looks he gets so turned on and he wants it to be like this most of the time and said will add nose hooks to keep it upwards which I didn’t understand and asked him what’s it all about he said to wait and went and opened the cupboard wherein he has hidden and kept some items and put out the box and taken a hook wherein he tied one end of the hooks with
A twine and then he came next to me and put each end of hooks on my nostrils and he positioned it and slowly he pulled the twine which tied the other end of the hook pulling my nose upwards in an uncomfortable position and I felt bit of pain and really felt humiliated and degraded and seriously I felt my beautiful sexy nose has been distorted and now I look like a pig when I looked myself in the mirror which was straight across my bed. He has pushed the twine upwards further and further making me make noise in a bit of pain and excitement too.
He asked how I feel I said bit of pain when you pull the twine holding the hooks further up as the hooks inside was a bit sharp too. He kept holding the hook pulling it further upper and upper making my nose holes open up and I was screaming in pain, but he didn’t ask anything and was seriously enjoying my cries and he then pulled it wherein there are no space for my nose to be pulled up, I felt really humiliated looking myself in the mirror from far,
he sensed it and asked me to get up from the bed and made me walk towards the cupboard big mirror and pushed the hook leash again and asked me to look into the mirror which made me feel like an animal also my nose was on fire too, he held my nose hook from the right hand and start caressing my breasts through my saree and thereafter put his left hand through the blouse to the bra and start squeezing my breasts and then simultaneously pressed his cock through the pyjama to my ass cheeks and kept pushing my nose hook. Then he started feeling my nipple and he catch hold of my nipple and then tweak and twist my nipple wherein I screamed in pain due to his sharp nails as well as the pain in the nose too. After 15 minuted he did the same changing hands from right to left hand to hold my nose hook rope and again pricked and pinched my right nipple with his sharp nails while pulling my nose hook further and further. Thereafter he asked me to bend and be on all fours which I obeyed and he held the nose hook again and pulled the hook harder making me scream and started walking pulling my nose hook wherein I have to walk on all fours following him since the room was quiet big around 800 square feet he covered all the distance making me walk on all fours faster not to hurt my nose further and further. Thereafter once he reached the cot he held the nose hook and unzipped his pyjama and pull out his hard cock which was leaking and told me to suck it cleanly and when I started sucking it again he started pulling the nose hook even more and my nose was on fire he told me my teeth has touched the cock so I am supposed to suck it without getting my teeth hurting his cock and he kept pushing the nose hook finally after sometime with other hand he held my hand and my hairs and pushed his cock even further to my throat and with a roar he has left his seed in my mouth and he didn’t allow me to take my mouth from the cock unless he deposited all his seed into my mouth without leaving a drop he asked me to drink it.
He told me don’t worry this is first time for you and it will become habit and the taste was very different than the one I drank earlier of my ex boyfriend, however I liked it too but didn’t show him.
Next day morning soon after I got up he said to suck his before she goes to his family members to help in kitchen etc, I started sucking from the bed he asked me to get the hook from the cupboard I asked is it really required next moment he slapped my face so hard tears started swelling from my eyes he said you are my slave girl to use however I wish no questions asked go and get it, I ran towards the cupboard got the nose hook and handed it over to him he asked me to put it on my nose holes he started pulling it hard harder hardesttttttttttt making me scream in pain and suck his cock and my big sex nose holes kept widening and it opened up like a pig and after few minutes he came again with a scream left the load inn my throat and asked me to drink every drop and whatever seed left in her lips to leave it and go without cleaning saying its a punishment and let his parents see to humiliate and degrade me even further.
I knelt there by the door, my naked body trembling on all fours, the cool tile floor pressing against my knees and palms. The collar around my neck felt heavy, a constant reminder of my place. I’d prepared everything just as Master Raj instructed: the nose hooks laid out neatly beside me, along with the cloth pin for my tongue. My heart raced with a mix of dread and anticipation, knowing how inventive he’d become with his toys. The septum locker, nipple clamps, and pussy locker—all non-piercing, but they gripped like vices—were his latest obsessions, chaining my most sensitive spots together for his amusement.
The door clicked open, and there he was, my dominant husband, his eyes lighting up with that cruel spark as he saw me waiting obediently. ‘Good girl,’ he growled, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. Without a word, he grabbed the multiple nose hooks, their metal prongs cold against my skin. He forced them into my nostrils, stretching the flesh wide, the pain sharp and immediate, making my eyes water. He tugged the strings attached to them, pulling my head back until my neck strained against the collar, tying them off tightly to the leather band around my throat. Every breath I took now pulled at my nose, a constant ache that made my vision blur.
Then came the cloth pin for my tongue. He pinched my chin, forcing my mouth open, and clamped it down hard on the tip of my tongue. The bite was ferocious, like fire exploding in my mouth, sending shocks down my spine and into my legs. I whimpered, tears streaming freely now, but he just laughed, his fingers twisting the pin to make it grip even tighter. ‘That’s for being such a perfect little slut,’ he said, his voice low and commanding. He threaded a thin twine through the pin’s loop, creating a leash from my tongue.
Grabbing the end, he yanked sharply, forcing me to crawl forward on all fours. The 5-inch stiletto heels he’d made me wear earlier dug into my feet, making each movement a wobbly torment. My knees scraped the floor as I followed, the nose hooks pulling my head up unnaturally, the tongue pin throbbing with every wordless cry I tried to stifle. He led me like this all the way to the bedroom, the twine jerking my mouth open wider with each pull, saliva dripping down my chin.
Once inside, he stopped and turned, his hand cracking across my left cheek with a stinging slap. The force made my head snap, the nose hooks digging deeper, and I yelped around the pin. He pulled the tongue leash again, drawing out the sound into a garbled moan, then slapped my right cheek just as hard. ‘You like that, don’t you? Your face is mine to mark.’ He repeated it, left then right, each smack echoing in the room, my skin burning red under his palm. Tears mixed with the drool on my face, but my pussy clenched traitorously, wetness slicking my thighs despite—or because of—the pain.
Satisfied with my flushed, tear-streaked face, he unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing free, already hard from my suffering. He stroked it roughly, eyes locked on mine as he pumped faster. ‘Open wide, slave.’ The tongue pin kept my mouth agape, and he aimed first for my mouth, shoving the head past my lips to fuck my face shallowly, the pin scraping against his shaft. Then he pulled out, grunting as ropes of hot cum erupted across my nose, filling the hooked nostrils, dripping into my sinuses and making me choke on the salty flood. More spurted over my cheeks, my lips, coating my entire face in his sticky bukkake load. It clung to the nose hooks, weighing them down, and I gasped for air through the mess, humiliated and aroused.
He wasn’t done. Wiping the last drops on my forehead, he attached the chains to his new toys. First, the septum locker clamped onto the bridge of my nose, non-piercing but unyielding, pinching the flesh until I screamed. Then the nipple lockers—hard clips that bit into my erect buds, twisting them outward. Finally, the pussy locker gripped my swollen labia, pulling them apart and locking in place. He connected thin chains from each: septum to nipples, nipples to pussy, forming a web of torment that tugged with every shift of my body.
‘Tonight, you’re staying like this,’ he said, clipping the main chain to a hook on the bedpost. He forced me onto all fours again, the heels making my calves burn, and left me there for what felt like hours. The chains pulled relentlessly—leaning forward yanked my nose, arching back tore at my nipples, any squirm squeezed my pussy lips. Sweat poured down my back, my muscles screaming from the strain, but I didn’t dare move much, knowing disobedience meant worse.
This was our routine now, his creativity endless. Some mornings, he’d call from work: ‘Be at the door, nude, collared, on all fours when I get home.’ I’d comply, and he’d leash my septum directly, dragging me room to room like a pet, the chain yanking my nose with each turn. Other times, he’d cuff my dog collar to my wrists behind my back, forcing my arms immobile while he locked the septum to the pussy locker, making every step a dual agony that had me leaking onto the floor.
His cruelty peaked on those extreme days. Like when he swapped the nipple lockers for the hardest clips imaginable—jagged teeth that sank in deep, drawing pinpricks of blood as I howled and begged. My screams only made his cock twitch, and he’d fuck me roughly while they dangled, each thrust jolting the pain higher. Or the whipping sessions: he’d bend me over, milky white breasts hanging free, and lash them with a wooden scale first, the flat strikes leaving welts that throbbed. Then his belt, leather cracking against the reddened skin, turning it bruised and raw. I’d sob, body shaking, but he’d pin me down, thrusting into my soaked pussy as I cried, his release flooding me while I broke.
The punishment for ignoring his call that one day still haunts me. He’d stormed in, furious, and bound me with nose hooks pulled back to ropes anchored to the wall, stretching my face into a grotesque pig-like snout. My arms tied behind, legs spread, he left me like that for hours, the ropes burning my skin, nose aching beyond endurance. When he returned, he added the tongue cloth pin, connecting it to the hooks, forcing my mouth to drool uncontrollably as he watched me suffer.
But through it all, I craved it—his control, the pain that blurred into ecstasy. Master Raj owned every inch of me, and I was his willing slave, ready for whatever torment he devised next.
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