Sex Slave of My Husband
Copyright© 2026 by MASTERRAJJ
Chapter 8
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Raj lounged on the worn couch in their modest apartment, scrolling through his phone with a sly grin. At 40, he was tired of scraping by on his dead-end job, and his wife Priya’s secret life as a submissive slave to her Arab master offered a golden opportunity. Priya, his stunning 40-year-old Indian beauty, stood at 5 feet 7 inches with a fair complexion that glowed under the dim light. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing her face with its striking feature: a long, round, sexy nose pierced on both sides with thick silver rings that glinted menacingly. But the real showstopper was her septum piercing—a massive, heavy gold ring so large it dangled down, brushing against her full lower lip with every breath she took. Her body was a voluptuous masterpiece: 38DD breasts straining against her sheer blouse, and a big, round ass that swayed hypnotically when she walked.
Priya’s Arab master, Ahmed, had claimed her years ago turning the once-bored housewife into his obedient pet. His wife, Layla, served as Priya’s stern mistress, but tonight, Layla was occupied with her own indulgences. That left Priya free—and Raj scheming. He’d already lined up a couple of Ahmed’s wealthy Arab friends, cruel dominants eager to sample a desi slave for a hefty fee. ‘Time to put that body to work, slave,’ Raj muttered to himself, his cock twitching at the thought.
He called Priya into the living room, where she knelt naked on the floor as per her training, her massive tits heaving with each nervous breath. The septum ring pulled slightly on her nose, a constant reminder of her submission. ‘Get ready,’ Raj ordered, attaching a thick leather leash to the heavy ring in her septum. He yanked it hard, forcing her head up, the metal tugging painfully against her nostrils and lip. Priya whimpered, her big nose holes flaring as she followed the pull, crawling on all fours toward him.
The first client arrived soon after—a burly Arab man named Khalid, in his late 40s, with a thick beard and eyes that burned with sadistic hunger. He paid Raj 2000 dollars upfront, then wasted no time. ‘Strip her completely and chain her up,’ Khalid barked in accented English. Raj complied eagerly, locking Priya’s wrists behind her back with cold steel cuffs linked to a chain that hung from the ceiling hook they’d installed for such occasions. Her arms stretched high, thrusting her enormous 38DD breasts forward, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
Khalid circled her like a predator, his hand groping her big ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh until she gasped. ‘Such a fat Indian whore,’ he growled, then fetched the cane from Raj’s BDSM kit. He swung it hard across her ass, the thin rod whistling through the air before cracking against her skin. Priya yelped, her body jerking, red welts blooming instantly on her pale cheeks. He didn’t stop—five, ten lashes, each one landing with precision, turning her ass a fiery crimson. Raj watched, stroking his own hardening cock through his pants, the money and the sight fueling his arousal.
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