Wife turns into a wrestling dominatrix – Part 6

Hi readers, it’s been a while. I am back to continue my real-life femdom story with you all. I will be writing more frequently now. Read earlier parts for continuity.

Shreya had me on hold for 10 whole minutes. My back started to pain so much that I couldn’t hold back my tears. I started crying in pain and begged for mercy.

Shreya: Hey, Sis, what do you say? Do I let go of him? He is crying.

Supriti: Hmm, but first, he must promise not to let his dick out of control. Then I might consider

Me: Yes, I am sorry. I will never touch you again without permission.

Shreya: Hehe. Ok, then tap out and say, ‘I give up, Goddess!’

I tapped out and said, “I give up, Goddess.”

Just when she was about to let go, there was a ring at the door.

Supriti: Wait, I will get it

Shreya: Who could this be at this time?

My wife went to get the door while I was trapped in a painful Boston crab, executed perfectly by my cruel sister-in-law. My back was about to break. She had my legs held firmly and sat pretty deep.

I cried and said, “Hey, I tapped out now. Please release your hold on me now.”

Shreya: Just a moment.

It seemed my sister-in-law had some mercy on me and loosened her grip a bit and stood up. I felt relief on my back and took a few deep breaths. I stopped moaning, but I knew I wasn’t completely free as she still had both my legs. This was just a temporary respite.

Supriti: Come on in, Aman, meet my hot sister Shreya and my slave hubby

Aman: Woahh. What is going on?

Shreya: Hey Aman, I have heard about you. I am punishing jiju for being naughty with my Sis.

She again sat deep on my back and mercilessly stretched my legs, trapped in her armpits backwards, showcasing the torturous Boston Crab hold. I screamed and shouted.

“Agh, I give up! I give up! No more, please! You are breaking my back!”

Aman: Ouch! This looks so painful. This looks like a pro wrestling hold, rarely used in India. Are you both trained wrestlers or what??

Supriti: Yeah. I am into MMA and wrestling. I taught my sister this amazing move. She is a born athlete and wrestled in her high school days. Also, she is a CrossFit pro in the gym, so she mastered it perfectly.

Aman: Yeah, I can see that from her sexy, sculpted back.

Aman was certainly turned on by it. And there I was, lying on my back, helpless, trapped in a wrestling hold out of which I could not get out of a free will. I was in the clutches of my strong, sexy sister-in-law.

Aman: Wow, you are really strong, Shreya! Do you know any other holds?

Shreya finally released me, and I was gasping for air. I couldn’t even get up from the floor. She was blushing after being complimented by Aman. Unlike me, he was much taller, stronger and quite well-built, with a good physique.

Shreya: Yeah, I do. Do you want me to demonstrate some for you?

Supriti: Yeah, that sounds perfect. Ohh, and let me add a bit more desi flavour to it. Shreya will be demonstrating this wrestling holds in a saree.

Aman: What? Is that even possible?

Shreya: No way, not again, Sis. It is difficult to wrestle in a saree.

Supriti: Oh, come on now. You were excellent yesterday. Let Aman witness how you dominate a grown man in a desi look.

Aman: It sounds so sexy

Shreya: Ok, I will go and get changed. Give me a moment.

Just as my sister-in-law went into her room to change, I saw Aman flirting with my wife. There sat close to each other on the sofa and kept whispering about something. They kept looking at me and were laughing at my weak, naked body.

Both of them were much stronger than me. All of a sudden, my wife called towards the direction in which they were sitting. She grabbed my dick along with my balls in front of Aman and said, “Flex your biceps. Let’s compare.”

I felt so ashamed that I said, “I don’t have any.”

She gave my balls a light squeeze and said, “Do it, or else I squeeze harder.”

Aman was laughing and said, “OMG, babe, you own him by the balls. Hahaha.”

I flexed, and it was barely 13 inches. Now my wife flexed while grabbing my balls in one hand. Her peak was almost 15 inches huge. They were huge and looked so toned. Aman was laughing hysterically. I didn’t say a word. He could destroy me even if he were blindfolded.

Supriti: You are pathetic. Shreya manages almost 15 as well while flexing.

I begged her

Me: I admit I am weak, now please let me go.

Supriti: Address me properly.

She said while giving a hard squeeze.

Me: Please let me go, Goddess.

Supriti: Aman, you tell me, should I let him go, or should I squeeze him more? (winks at him)

Aman: You look so cruel and hot at the same time, babe. I want you to continue. But he would be unable to face Shreya in the saree special wrestling holds demonstration.

Supriti: Haha, you’ve got a point. Say thanks to Aman for being kind to your sorry ass. (squeeze)

Me:  Agh! Thanks, Aman.

She released me and said, “Now make yourself useful somehow and get us food and drinks.”

I felt humiliated, like a slave in my own house. I went to the kitchen, made sandwiches, and took two bottles of beer from the fridge. I sneaked and saw Aman had managed to get comfortable beside my wife.

He had his arm around her waist, touching her boobs, tickling her hairy armpits, teasing her. She jokingly twisted his arms, but he was strong and easily got out, which might have been impossible for me. She was also touching his dick.

Both of them were fondling with each other. I knew they would fuck each other eventually, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but little did I know that this was just the beginning of my misery.

Just when I came with food, I saw Shreya had joined. She was looking like an angel of death, warming up, ready to twist me and bend me in ways a body is not supposed to bend.

I will continue my femdom journey in the next part soon. Happy reading!