The Forbidden Deal: How an Indian Alpha Bride Tamed Her Submissive Groom (part-two)

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Isha lay on the bed, deep in thought about her next move—how to bring Lucky completely under her thumb so her life could continue exactly as it was before the marriage. To go wherever she pleased and hang out with whomever she wanted, she first had to break Lucky’s spirit entirely. She needed to make him believe that he was nothing in front of her, that she was doing him a favor just by staying with him, and that his place would always be beneath her. Isha’s mind was in full planning mode. "This coward will be my puppet now," she thought. "I’ll meet my boyfriend whenever I want, I’ll party, and this guy will stay in the house like a slave. I’ll humiliate him daily so he never dares to raise his head." Her eyes glittered in the dark room like a lioness stalking her prey. The room was silent except for the hum of the AC, but Isha’s dominant nature was in full force.

Lucky lay on the floor below, weeping, his face buried in his pillow as the tears refused to stop. Isha’s words looped in his mind. He had seen the photo of her boyfriend’s genitals on her phone, and he now truly believed he was inadequate. "What am I? With such a small size, I can’t satisfy any girl. Isha is right, I don’t deserve her." He thought about his past, how things with his ex-girlfriend never went beyond hugs, and now, this humiliation. Isha heard the faint sound of his sobbing, like a child crying. She smiled; she had decided not to miss a single chance to degrade him. From now on, every moment would be humiliation until he was completely broken.

Isha sat up slightly and spoke in a loud, dominant voice, "Hey dog, can't you sleep? Just hold your tiny little thing and go to sleep; you’ll manage. Did you think you’d be enjoying your honeymoon night with your wife? Son, you have to be a man to enjoy things—cowards can't do anything!"

She continued, "Is your heart as small as your tool? My boyfriend was a real man; you’re just 'Lucky' by name—unlucky for me! How could you even think of doing anything with that tiny tool? I’m laughing at you, you coward—go look at yourself in the mirror! Stop crying, dog—those tears are for the manhood you never had. Just be my pet, not a man! To please your wife, you need size and stamina—your game is over in two minutes. Pathetic!"

Lucky’s sobbing intensified, but Isha didn’t stop. She sat on the edge of the bed, dangling her feet. "Do one thing, you wanted to stay up all night, right? Today, I’ll keep you awake. Get up, and for the rest of the night, you will massage and lick my feet. I’m exhausted from the wedding. Stand up, stay at my feet, and use that useless tongue of yours to lick them. I’m tired now; I’m going to sleep!"

"Listen, dog, this is your new job—my foot slave. Since your tool is useless, use your tongue instead. Massage my feet like they deserve! Stay awake all night—this is the punishment for your lack of manhood. I’m sleeping; you serve me like an obedient dog! Lick them properly—taste my sweat; this is your drink from now on. You are my slave, not a man—remember that! Massage hard; my feet shouldn't ache by morning. If you make a mistake, I’ll kick you. Stay down there, don't look up; that is your place!"

Isha lay back down, extending her feet over the edge of the bed. Lucky was forced to stand up. He sat on the floor, massaging her feet with his hands and licking them with his tongue. Isha fell asleep, but Lucky stayed awake all night, continuing despite his exhaustion, realizing this was his new life. By morning, his whole body was aching.

With the first ray of morning light, Isha opened her eyes and saw Lucky still massaging her feet in a half-dead state. His face was pale with exhaustion and shame, but Isha had a vicious pleasure on her face. "Oh wow! My doggy turned out to be quite loyal," Isha said, stretching. "I expected nothing less—that you wouldn't disobey your Mistress. But listen, puppy, your new training starts today. Your old life is over; from now on, you are just my SLAVE." Isha grabbed his chin, lifting his face, and spoke threateningly, "Remember, if you refuse or throw a tantrum even once, I have that photo of your 'little worm.' I’ll viral it among all the relatives and your friends. I’ll tell everyone what a coward you are. Then you won't be able to show your face anywhere. Understand?" Lucky replied in a trembling voice, "Ye-yes Mistress... I understand."

"Good! Now go get my slippers and put them on my feet with your own hands," Isha ordered. Lucky put the slippers on her with shaking hands. "Now, quickly, become a HORSE! As long as I am in this room, you are my ride." Lucky got down on his hands and knees. Isha sat on his back with her full weight. When Lucky’s body shook under the pressure, Isha pulled his ear and said, "Useless! You don't even have this much strength? Stay straight!" Riding on his back, Isha went to the washroom. Upon reaching, she ordered Lucky to lie on the floor and stood on top of him. Lucky’s chest and stomach were crushed under her weight. Isha began brushing her teeth while looking in the mirror, occasionally grinding her feet into his face. "Look at your status, you scoundrel! When a man loses his manhood, his place is under his wife's feet," Isha said, spitting the toothpaste foam and dirty water directly onto Lucky’s face.

While brushing, Isha took off her slipper and began rubbing her bare foot over Lucky’s face. "Your skin is so soft, just like a woman's. And what is this?" she moved her foot down and crushed Lucky's private part hard. "Wait! Is there even anything here? It feels like a small insect being crushed under my foot." Isha laughed loudly and spat on Lucky’s face again. "Consider yourself lucky that I’m even willing to stay with a coward like you, otherwise your status is worse than a street beggar. But remember, I will remind you of your place every single moment." She rubbed her wet feet on Lucky's face and, stepping off him, said, "Now lick my feet clean, after that..."

Isha sat on the commode with full authority. She looked at Lucky and ordered with a killer smile, "Dog, come here! Lie down right here in front of this commode. Your place is where the dust from my feet falls." Lucky lay on the floor in an exhausted state. Isha immediately spat on his face and rubbed both her bare, wet feet over his mouth. "Look, you scoundrel, your face will now be used for my foot pedicure. As long as your face is wet with my spit, my soles will remain soft." Whenever the moisture decreased, she would fill his face with spit again and crush his nose and mouth with her feet. After a while, Isha urinated and then sat there to defecate. A sharp, foul smell filled the bathroom. When Lucky wrinkled his nose in disgust, Isha kicked him hard on the nose. "Scoundrel! Don't wrinkle your nose! This is your reality. Other husbands go crazy smelling their wife's perfume, but a coward like you is destined for the smell of my waste. Smell it—this should be the most expensive fragrance in the world to you. A man serves his wife, and you will become my slave by smelling this filth. Your manhood died yesterday; now only this body remains to endure my humiliation."

Isha finished her business and washed herself from behind, but she didn't get up. She signaled Lucky to come directly under her. Isha placed her heavy, wet buttocks directly over Lucky’s nose and mouth, putting her full weight down. "Come on dog, use that useless tongue of yours. You don't have the capacity to put your tool inside this, so put your tongue in instead. Get started!" Lucky had never seen a girl's anatomy this closely, and today he was crushed under it. Isha yelled, "Hurry up! What are you looking at? First, press your nose against my backside and take deep breaths. Sniff it like you're inhaling the scent of a flower from heaven." Isha tightened her grip on his nose. As soon as Lucky took the first breath, the foul smell filled his lungs. He was suffocating, but Isha was enjoying it. "Yes... sniff harder! My boyfriend caused a storm here; there might be some of his scent left—drink that too." "Now start licking!" Isha roared. "Every corner, inside and out—it should be spotless. My backside should shine." Lucky tremblingly stuck out his tongue and began licking Isha. She humiliated him further, saying, "You’ve never kissed a girl's lips, have you? Now give my backside a French kiss. Suck it like you’re sucking someone's mouth. You aren't destined for a girl's mouth; only my backside is in your fate."

Lucky began cleaning Isha’s anatomy with his tongue, reaching deep. He was sucking with all his might. Isha began moaning, "Ahhh... yes dog, just like that. Your tongue is nothing compared to my boyfriend’s tool, but seeing your humiliation gives me pleasure." Seeing Lucky’s effort, Isha became fully aroused. She grabbed Lucky’s hair and, putting her full weight on his face, began brutally rubbing herself against his mouth. "Ahhh... dog! Your mouth will satisfy me now. Look how wet I’ve become from your slave work." She was bouncing up and down on his mouth and moaning, "Scoundrel, put your tongue deeper! This is the sound I make when I sit on my boyfriend’s 8-inch tool, but today I’ll bounce on your cowardly mouth. Put your tongue all the way in!" Isha grabbed Lucky’s face and began grinding herself against his mouth. Her fluids were getting on Lucky’s mouth, eyes, and nose. Isha’s speed increased, "Ahhh... I’m about to finish... drink it, dog... this is your destiny!" With a loud gasp, Isha finished completely on Lucky’s mouth. Her fluids went down Lucky’s throat. Isha stayed seated, "Lick it now... clean every single drop. Your face was made to drink my essence."

Lucky was exhausted, his face was red, and he was struggling for breath. Then Isha squatted and positioned herself right over Lucky’s mouth. Without any warning, she released a hot and fast stream of urine (Golden Shower) onto Lucky’s mouth. The warm urine went into Lucky’s eyes, ears, and mouth. When Lucky tried to close his mouth, Isha increased the pressure. "This is your place, you dog! You will always be beneath me. Living in my waste is your life now. Remember, if you ever dare to speak up in front of me, the consequences will be worse. Now, go wash that dirty mouth and get out of here. Now let me bathe in peace." Isha kicked him and turned on the shower while laughing, while Lucky staggered out of the washroom, completely destroyed and humiliated

After her bath...

Isha sat in front of the mirror, delicately applying her makeup. She was admiring herself, knowing how beautiful she looked. Just then, her phone rang—it was a video call from her boyfriend. A killer smile appeared on Isha’s face, and she immediately answered. "Hey baby! Look, I’m getting ready," Isha said flirtatiously. Her boyfriend laughed and asked, "Isha, really? Is what you told me yesterday true? Is your husband's really that small? I mean, seriously?" Isha laughed loudly, "Yes baby, you heard it right. The poor guy pretends to be a man, but in reality, there's nothing there. Totally useless!" Lucky, who was standing right there hearing everything, was stunned. His head bowed in shame that his wife had told her boyfriend such a private matter. Isha cast a disgusted look at Lucky and told her boyfriend, "Don't call him my husband, call him my SLAVE. Such cowards don't deserve to be husbands. He’s only fit to clean the dust off my feet." The boyfriend asked, a bit surprised, "Slave? So soon?" "Want a demo?" Isha winked. She screamed, "Listen, dog! Come here!" Lucky approached fearfully. Isha turned on the phone's back camera and said, "Look, I just showered and the soles of my feet are wet. I’m going to walk around the room while talking to my boyfriend. Wherever my footprints appear, you will lick the floor clean with your tongue. That is your status; you were born to clean the dirt from my feet." Isha walked around the room with attitude. Her wet footprints were visible. Lucky, in helplessness and shame, got on his knees and began licking the marks. "Lick it better! Not a single drop should remain," Isha said, kicking him. On the phone, her boyfriend began laughing loudly. "Wow Isha! Impressive. You turned this guy into your pet dog in just one day. Look at him, licking the floor so loyally!"

After laughing, the boyfriend asked, "Listen, you’re coming to meet me today, right? I’ll be waiting." Isha said shyly, "Of course! You call, and I won't come? Anyway, only you can satisfy my inner thirst and heat. This coward is capable of nothing." The boyfriend asked, "But how will you come?" Isha placed her foot on Lucky’s back and said, "This dog is here! What else is he for? He’ll drop me off at your place on his way to the office and pick me up in the evening. Since he can't satisfy his wife, he’ll drop me off himself so you can handle me properly." Both laughed loudly on the phone, and the boyfriend said "See you soon" before hanging up.

As soon as the call ended, Isha’s tone changed. She kicked Lucky and said, "Move, dog! Go bathe and get ready quickly. And listen, tell the family that I have some urgent work at my friend’s house, so you’re dropping me there and will pick me up in the evening. Got it?" Lucky said in a low, broken voice, "O-okay Mistress..." A while later, Lucky was driving the car and Isha was sitting in the back seat like a queen. She humiliated him the whole way. "Drive properly, dog, or you’ll have to clean the bathroom all day when we get home," Isha said, looking in the mirror. "Anyway, you’re nothing more than a driver to me. Today when I’m in the room with him, you sit in the office and think about your status." Lucky remained silent, forced to obey his 'Mistress' and his fate. Isha stopped the car outside a 3-star hotel, the location of which she had already sent to her boyfriend Tinku. Tinku was standing at the entrance—6 feet tall, broad-chested, and with a muscular body. Seeing him, Lucky’s remaining masculine pride crumbled. Isha got out of the car and ran to hug Tinku. Lucky sat in the driver's seat watching—how the same wife who treated him like an executioner was now clinging to her boyfriend like a thirsty kitten. The two got into the back seat of the car. Isha introduced Lucky to Tinku, but in her usual humiliating way. "Baby, look, this is my so-called husband," Isha said, jerking Lucky’s neck from behind. "Consider him less of a husband and more my Personal Driver and Foot-rest. His real place is under my feet; on the bed, he’s just a lifeless showpiece." Tinku laughed loudly and looking at Lucky, said, "Isha, you were right, he looks like someone born just to watch others enjoy. Hey 'Hubby', how does it feel seeing your wife go to a hotel with me? Not feeling ashamed? Because men feel shame, not eunuchs like you." Isha ordered, "Take the car to the basement parking, dog." The basement was empty and silent. As soon as Lucky parked the car, Isha told him to look back. Lucky turned around and his eyes widened. Isha had unzipped Tinku’s pants and pulled out his massive tool. "Look, scoundrel! This is what you call a REAL TOOL," Isha said, stroking Tinku. "What you have is just a tiny thing for peeing. Look, even though it's not hard yet, it's 100 times bigger than yours. I’ve enjoyed this manhood for years; did you think I’d waste my life with your lifeless thing?" Isha lightly slapped Tinku’s tool and told Lucky, "Look at the glow of manhood! Your status is just to sit in the back, watch this real man, and cry over your fate." Isha slowly began taking Tinku into her mouth. Lucky watched in shock—the girl he had married two days ago was now on her knees in front of someone else. Tinku was so large he was reaching her throat, and Isha was making 'Gawk-Gawk' sounds while sucking him greedily. Tinku taunted Lucky, "Look, you coward, look how happily your wife is sucking me. You’ll be begging for even her spit, and here she is ready to take all of me. Come, look closer at how a real man is satisfied." Isha didn't stop; her eyes were tearing up because of the size, but she was enjoying it. After a while, she stopped and pulled Lucky’s face toward her. "Scoundrel, you’ve never had a French kiss, have you? This morning you French kissed my backside, now let me show you what a real kiss is." Isha pressed her lips against Lucky’s and gave him a deep smooch. This wasn't a kiss; it was humiliation—Isha transferred all the taste and spit from Tinku’s tool into Lucky’s mouth. A minute later, Isha asked mockingly, "How was the taste of a real man? Now even your mouth will smell of manhood, scoundrel!" Isha went back to work on Tinku. About 10 minutes later, Tinku was about to finish. He released all his hot fluids into Isha’s mouth. Lucky had tears in his eyes, seeing his wife swallow another man's essence so happily. Isha made Lucky open his mouth and spat her saliva and all of Tinku’s fluids into Lucky’s mouth. Lucky’s mouth filled with the foul taste. When he tried to spit it out, Isha slapped him hard. "Hey dog! Don't even think about spitting! This is the essence of a real man. Swallow it; maybe if it goes inside you, you’ll get some manhood too." Isha took Lucky’s wallet from the dash, took all the cash, and said, "Now go to the office and tell everyone what you drank today. And listen, this 3-star hotel bill will be paid by your wallet. We’ll enjoy ourselves upstairs and you’ll pay for it." Isha spat on Lucky’s face once more and got out of the car with Tinku. Lucky was left crying alone in the basement, while his wife went up to the room in the lift with someone else.

When Lucky reached the office, the atmosphere was different. His friends and colleagues surrounded him. "Oho Lucky! So tired? Seems like sister-in-law didn't let you sleep all night," one teased. Lucky stood there with a fake, pained smile, while the scene from the basement replayed in his head. By evening, he received a video message from an unknown number. He opened it fearfully and his soul trembled. In the video, Tinku had Isha in a doggy position on the bed and was brutally pounding her with his 8-inch tool. Isha’s screams of pleasure and pain echoed. Under the video was a voice note in Isha’s voice:

"Listen, dog! See what manhood is. The backside you cleaned today with your cowardly tongue, Tinku is driving his real masculine rod into it now. Your status is only to lick, and his is to tear me apart. That’s the difference between a man and a eunuch!"

Lucky sat on a bench, his vision blurring. He couldn't understand when this humiliation would end. In the evening, a message came: "Dog, when are you coming? I’m free. Call when you’re below the hotel." Lucky immediately replied, "Mistress, I am here." A short while later, Isha came out, looking fresh and glowing. "Move quickly! You were so late Tinku had to take a cab to the gym. Go straight home; Tinku broke me today, I’m exhausted."

Upon reaching home, after eating a showy dinner with the family, as soon as Lucky entered the room, Isha roared at him to stop. "Scoundrel! Don't forget your place the moment you enter the room. Get on your knees! You don't deserve to walk on two legs in front of me." Lucky immediately fell to his knees. Isha took off her panties, which were completely wet with fluids and sweat, and stuffed them into Lucky’s mouth. "Lick them! This has the taste of that Alpha man’s essence. Not a single drop should remain, dog!" Isha lay on the bed and spread her legs. There were dried white stains on her anatomy and thighs from Tinku. She hadn't even washed herself because she wanted Lucky to clean it. "Look at this sight, you shameless guy! This is Tinku’s mark. Now stick out your dirty tongue and lick his essence from every corner. This will never be in your fate, so fill your stomach with this." Lucky was forced to lick another man's fluids from his wife. Isha grabbed his hair and pushed his face into her. "Yes! Just like that. Now turn around... clean my backside too. He left his mark there as well. This is your status—to be the dustbin between me and my boyfriend." Lucky cleaned her entire body with his tongue; his conscience was dead. After making him clean everything, Isha threw a bottle of pain relief oil at him. "Now massage my body properly. Tinku took four rounds today; he showed the real hunger of a man. He’s not a tired coward like you who takes months to recover after one time. He loosened every bone in my body." Isha placed her foot on Lucky’s back and said while pressing down: "Remember while massaging that you have to do the same duty tomorrow morning. The better I feel, the more I’ll enjoy Tinku. You are just a slave whose job is to clear the path for my pleasure." Lucky said in a muffled voice, "Yes Mistress... I am doing it."