Sex Slave of My Husband
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 15
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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
Priya stepped off the plane in Tokyo, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and forbidden excitement. At 42, the curvaceous MILF wife and mother had long surrendered her body to the whims of her husband Raj, who doubled as her unyielding master. But this trip was orchestrated by Raj’s boss, the imposing Arab master, a man who had claimed Priya’s holes alongside his own wife’s during countless depraved nights. Through whispers from Bangkok’s Nana Plaza—where Priya’s public slave sessions had drawn international attention—the Arab master had secured a contract with a renowned Japanese dom. The Japanese were pioneers of nose hooks, and this master specialized in total nasal subjugation, promising to push Priya’s already pierced snout to its limits.
Priya’s 5ft 7in frame trembled under her modest travel attire, but beneath it, her 38DD breasts strained against the fabric, nipples already hardening at the thought of what awaited. Her big ass and thunder thighs rubbed together with each step, a reminder of her voluptuous form. Black hair cascaded down to brush her ample cheeks, framing her most striking feature: that long, sexy nose with its wide, flaring nostrils. Massive piercings adorned each side—thick, heavy rings that tugged at her flesh—while her septum bore a grommet pierced with a massive hole, threaded by a dangling heavy gold ring that swayed like a leash.
A stern Japanese man in a dark suit met her at the airport, his eyes locking onto her face with clinical interest. ‘Priya,’ he said in accented English, ‘your Arab contact has prepared you well. Come.’ He led her to a black van, where she stripped in the back seat as instructed, folding her clothes neatly before kneeling naked on the floor. The drive to the secluded dojo in the outskirts blurred by, Priya’s red luscious lips parting in shallow breaths, her pussy already slick with anticipation.
The master, Hiroshi, awaited in a dimly lit room adorned with ropes, hooks, and an array of torture tools. He was wiry and intense, his gaze dissecting her. ‘Nose first,’ he commanded, motioning her to a low wooden platform. Priya crawled forward on all fours, her massive tits swinging heavily, ass cheeks parting to reveal her shaved pussy and tight asshole. Hiroshi wasted no time, grabbing the heavy gold ring in her septum and yanking it upward, forcing her head back. She gasped, nostrils flaring wide as he threaded a thick nose hook through the grommet—a brutal metal contraption with sharp prongs that dug into her nasal flesh.
The hook’s chain connected to a ceiling pulley, and Hiroshi pulled it taut, stretching her nose upward until her big nostrils gaped obscenely, tears welling in her eyes. ‘Hold,’ he barked, binding her wrists behind her back with coarse red ropes in intricate shibari patterns. The ropes bit into her skin, wrapping around her thunder thighs and cinching her big ass, forcing her legs apart to expose her dripping cunt. Priya moaned, the pain in her nose radiating through her skull, but it only made her clit throb harder.