From Beloved Wife to Cruel Mistress: The Femdom Story of Suruchi and vishal (Part-three)

So, you’ve read how Suruchi completely took control of Vishal’s life. After Vishal lost his shop in the first part, Suruchi started working in an office, and everything about her changed. Then, in part two, things got intense — she made Vishal lick her sweaty shoes, socks, and feet, drink water she washed her feet in, and even made it official: he was her slave. Now, in this third part, Suruchi steps up her dominance even more. She brings her colleague Ajay into the picture, and Vishal faces public humiliation like never before. This is the continuation of Indian Femdom Stories – a tale of Desi Wife Domination and a Slave Husband.

Suruchi didn’t waste any time once she gave her orders. She marched straight to the washroom to freshen up, but the second she stepped in, her face twisted with anger. The toilet seat looked gross, the flush didn’t work, and the whole place just stank. She remembered telling Vishal to clean the house that morning, and this was what she got? She let loose, yelling, “Vishal! Get in here right now!”

Vishal, still on the floor and wiping his tears, scrambled to the bathroom. His voice shook: “What happened, Suruchi… I mean, Mistress?”

She yanked the door open and glared at him. “You really can’t do anything right, Vishal. Look at this mess! The flush is broken, the walls are filthy. What do you do all day? I work all day and come home to this? My colleague Ajay’s coming over, and if he sees this bathroom, what’s he going to think of me? That I can’t even keep my house clean?”

Vishal folded his hands, begging, “Mistress, I tried to clean it, but the flush broke. I’ll call the plumber tomorrow morning…”

She cut him off, practically spitting the words: “Shut up! This is your fault. You just sit at home glued to your phone and can’t even manage basic chores. You know what? You’re going to pay for this. Since you can’t handle your responsibilities, you’ll be my human toilet paper now. Maybe that’ll teach you.”

Vishal’s face went pale. He started sobbing. “Please, Mistress, I can’t… That’s too much—”

She grabbed his collar and dragged him inside. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. Get on your knees. I’m going to sit, and when I’m done, you’ll clean me with your tongue. That’s your new job, you loser.”

He trembled, but he did as he was told. Suruchi lifted her skirt, sat down, and relieved herself. The smell was unbearable. Vishal’s eyes watered, and he felt like choking. She tried the flush. It didn’t work, and she laughed. “See? Now your tongue’s the flush.”

When she finished, she barked, “Start now, Vishal. Don’t miss a spot. This is your punishment for being lazy.”

He tried to hold his nose, but she shoved his face right in. With her hand gripping his hair, he had no choice. He stuck out his tongue and started licking. The taste, the smell—it was all horrible, but Suruchi just pressed him harder. “Lick it properly! Deep. This is your life now. My filth.”

Vishal did what he had to, moving his tongue, cleaning her. Suruchi grinned, taunting him, “Good slave! Now do the front. Clean my pussy too. I want it spotless.”

He sobbed, but he obeyed, licking her clean, front and back, as she held him by the hair. “Don’t slow down. This should remind you to keep the house clean.” By the end, Vishal’s face was a mess, but he didn’t dare stop.

Finally, Suruchi let go. “Good job. Go wash your mouth. And remember, this is your daily duty until the flush works.”

Vishal stumbled out of the washroom, cheeks burning. Suruchi showered and came out with her next command. “Now go cook dinner for two. Ajay’s coming over and staying the night. If the food’s bad, you know what’ll happen.”

He headed to the kitchen and started on dinner—dal, rice, vegetables, salad. His mind raced: Who was Ajay? But he kept quiet. Soon, the doorbell rang. Suruchi called out, “Go open the door.”

Vishal opened it and saw Ajay, tall and good-looking, standing there. Ajay stepped in, and Suruchi hugged him. “Welcome, Ajay! Make yourself at home.”

When they sat on the sofa, Vishal started putting out the food. Suruchi looked at Vishal and giggled, Ajay, this is my husband, Vishal. But from now on, he's my servant. Just watch him wait on us. Ajay was a bit taken aback first, but then he chuckled, Seriously? That's funny!

Suruchi then told Vishal, Sit on the floor next to us. You don't get to sit at the table; you belong at our feet.

Vishal sat on the floor, burning with shame. As Suruchi and Ajay ate, she put her plate with leftovers on the floor in front of him. Here, eat this. A loser like you doesn't get fresh food, just scraps. Vishal started to cry but began eating. Ajay laughed, Suruchi, he really is like your dog! So good.

Suruchi made things worse, Yeah, Ajay. Look, Vishal, take off Ajay’s shoes and rub his feet. He’s my guest; you serve him. Vishal took off Ajay’s shoes and began massaging his feet. Ajay mentioned, Wow, this feels great. Suruchi, your husband is a pro at this!

Suruchi laughed, Right, he's my personal servant now. Vishal, come here and lick my feet while we finish eating. Vishal lay on the floor and licked Suruchi’s feet as they talked about work stuff. Suruchi told Ajay, This loser lost his shop and just stays home now. Since I work, he’s become my helper. Ajay looked down at Vishal and said, Vishal, you’re lucky to have a hot wife like Suruchi, but you don't earn it. This is where you belong—under our feet.

After dinner, Suruchi told Vishal, Clean the bedroom. We’re going to watch a movie in there. Clean everything, change the sheets, and bring us drinks.

Vishal went to the bedroom to get it ready. Suruchi and Ajay came in and sat on the bed, getting close. As Vishal cleaned, Suruchi stopped him. Come here, Vishal. Serve our feet. First lick my feet, then rub Ajay’s. Vishal kneeled and began licking Suruchi’s feet while she got comfortable with Ajay. See, Ajay? My servant is so devoted to feet. He spends all day cleaning my sweaty feet.

Ajay held out his feet. Rub mine now, Vishal. And lick them too, just like you did for Suruchi. Vishal massaged and licked Ajay’s feet, feeling so ashamed. Suruchi laughed, Vishal, you are now a regular servant for both Ajay and me. This is your new life.

As they watched the movie, they got closer, kissing while Vishal stayed at their feet. Suruchi told him, Bring the massage oil and give both our feet a full rub. Ajay sighed, Suruchi, this is amazing. Your husband is actually useful! Suruchi answered, He’s a failure, that’s why we bring him down.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Suruchi told Vishal, Go, the delivery is here. Get the package.

Vishal brought the package in and was shocked when he saw what was inside: several packs of condoms—different flavors, super thin, and all sorts. He asked, What is this, boss? Condoms?

Suruchi laughed, Yes, condoms. You didn't think I’d spend my nights with someone like you, did you? Ajay is a real man. You’re just a servant. Now, go sit by the door with your back to us. We are going to have fun, and you are going to listen. Vishal cried but did as he was told, sitting by the door.

Ajay and Suruchi got intimate. Suruchi took off her bra and threw it at Vishal. Lick this, Vishal! That's your prize. Vishal licked the bra, which smelled like her. Then she threw her panties at his face. Now lick these, dog! They’re wet with my excitement.

Ajay laughed, This is great. Vishal, listen close. I’m going to please your wife in ways you never could. Suruchi kept up the insults, Vishal, you’re a nobody. Your tiny thing is nothing. Ajay is a real man, just watch! Oh Ajay, that feels so good... Vishal, you’re just my cheated husband now!

As they finished, the room was filled with sounds and insults like Failure, Cheated, and Dog!

When they were done, Suruchi called him over. Come here, Vishal. Bring my panties. Vishal came closer and saw Ajay’s fluids smeared on Suruchi’s thighs, hips, and private areas. Suruchi ordered, Now clean all of this up with your tongue. This is your job, cheated husband! Lick every single bit until I’m perfectly clean.

Vishal begged, Please, boss, don't make me do this...

Suruchi pushed his head down. Shut up! Start with the thighs, then the hips, then my rear and private part. This is Ajay’s gift to you.

Vishal had to lick. The taste was disgusting, but he kept going. Suruchi made fun of him, Lick it well, dog! This is your new food—a real man’s seed. You’re a failure, so you eat this. Ajay laughed, How does it taste, Vishal? The result of my hard work! Vishal cleaned her completely, using his tongue to wipe every bit of her skin. Suruchi moaned Mockingly, Wow, my husband is such a good cleaner!

Then, Suruchi picked up the used condom and stuffed it into Vishal’s mouth. Here, flush this. The toilet doesn't work, so use your mouth—suck it clean and swallow it.

Vishal gagged, but he sucked the condom clean and swallowed what was inside. Suruchi announced, This is what you get, failure! From now on, you are my human toilet.

She gave one last order for the night: Now, until we fall asleep, lick the bottoms of my feet. I’m sleeping next to Ajay, but you will stay on the floor licking my feet. Vishal spent the whole night licking her feet. His tongue got tired, but she didn't let him stop.

In the morning, Suruchi woke him with a kick. Get up, servant! Make breakfast for three. Ajay is hungry. Vishal made breakfast while the two sat at the table and he sat on the floor. Suruchi gave him her leftovers and told him to shine Ajay’s shoes.

As Ajay got ready to leave, Suruchi told him, Lick Ajay’s shoes goodbye. Vishal did as he was told, and Ajay left with a laugh.

Suruchi turned to Vishal and said, Now go clean the bathroom and call the plumber. But remember, you’re still my servant. Vishal just accepted his situation; his life was now completely controlled by Suruchi.