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

This is the story of Isha and Lucky. In a small city, two people lived – Isha and Lucky. They were about to be tied in the bond of marriage, and this marriage was being arranged by their families. But behind this marriage, there was a long story connected to their past. Let’s start from the beginning.

Isha was a very spoiled girl. Since her college days, her nature was like this – full of fun, parties, and freedom. She was very popular in college because her looks were killer. Tall height, fair skin, sharp features, and that confident walk that attracted everyone. But along with this confidence, she also had a dominant side. She was the mistress of her own will, listening to no one. During college days, she had many boyfriends – at least 4-5 for sure. And she had full-on relationships with all of them, including intimate moments. Meaning, sex was a normal thing for her. She enjoyed her life without any regrets. Even now, she had a current boyfriend – a gym trainer who was very hot and muscular. Isha wanted to marry him because their bond was strong. But the problem was that the trainer was not successful yet. Lack of money, struggle in his career – so he wasn't ready for marriage. And Isha was getting older, she had reached 25-26. Family pressure was increasing – "Daughter, settle down now, get married." Therefore, out of compulsion, she said yes.

On the other side was Lucky. He was an average-looking guy – neither too handsome nor ugly. Medium height, fit body, went to the gym a little, but was no bodybuilder. His nature was completely calm and serious. He always spoke thoughtfully, finishing conversations in few words. His friend circle was very large and good – friends who partied, traveled, and watched movies. Lucky had also enjoyed his life a lot – trips, adventures, and yes, romance too. But he had only one girlfriend, and that too was long distance. They met occasionally, on weekends or vacations. Their relationship was sweet but not as intense as Isha's. Lucky liked the idea of an arranged marriage because he was a family-oriented guy. He thought that whatever his parents chose would be right.

Now the families spoke. Proposals came from both sides, photos were exchanged, and horoscopes were matched. Everything seemed perfect. The first meeting was fixed – in a fancy cafe. Isha came there in full makeup, wearing a stylish dress. Seeing Lucky, her interest was just normal. She was thinking, "He is average, not as hot as my boyfriend. But anyway, I have to get married, life will be set. He has a job, a house, I'll get stability." She just did formal talk – job, hobbies, future plans. There was no excitement on her face.

But Lucky? He became happy the moment he saw Isha. He was thinking, "Wow, I never thought I would get such a beautiful and confident wife in an arranged marriage. This is a dream come true!" His heart was beating fast with excitement. He was a bit nervous but spoke calmly. Both drank coffee, shared some laughs, and finally said yes to the marriage. For Isha, this was just a formality, but for Lucky, it was a life-changing moment.

The wedding date was finally fixed. Families planned everything – venue, decorations, guest list, everything was perfect. For Isha, this was all just a formality, but she was busy spending time with her boyfriend. From the first meeting until the wedding, she had spoken to Lucky only 2-3 times, that too on the phone or in casual meet-ups. But her real time was going to her gym trainer boyfriend. Every weekend, every free evening – she went to the gym with him, on dates, and shared intimate moments. She thought, "After marriage, all this will be difficult, let me enjoy now. Lucky is the quiet type, he’ll be managed." Once, just a week before the wedding, she spent the full night with her boyfriend, had passionate sex, and came home in the morning as if nothing had happened. There was no guilt on her part, she was just enjoying her freedom.

On the other hand, Lucky was fully excited. Every night he thought, "A girl like Isha with me? The future will be so bright – house, kids, trips, everything." He talked to his friends, telling them how lucky he felt. He stayed distracted at the office, looked at Isha’s photos, and wove dreams. The wedding day arrived – grand function, baraat, pheras, everything. Isha looked stunning as a bride, but her mind was still on her boyfriend. Lucky was going crazy with happiness, thinking, "From today, we are one."

After the wedding, the honeymoon room was a romantic setup – candles, flowers, king-size bed. Isha was already in the room, checking her makeup. Lucky opened the door and came inside, full of excitement. His face was red, his heart beating fast. "Hey Isha, finally we are alone!" he said with a slightly nervous smile. Isha smiled, but inside she had zero interest. She was sitting on the bed, wearing a stylish nightgown that highlighted her figure. "Yes Lucky, come sit," she said in her dominant voice.

Conversation started normally – "How did you like the wedding functions? How did you like the family?" Lucky excitedly told about his past – school, college, a long-distance girlfriend but things only went as far as dates. He said, "I was never very close to anyone, waiting for the right one," he said innocently. Isha was listening but pretending to be interested. Then Isha shared her past lightly – "Had a lot of fun in college, parties with friends, had boyfriends too, but nothing serious." In reality, she hid the details, but her confident tone was attracting Lucky.

While talking, the mood became romantic. Lucky held Isha’s hand, "You are very beautiful," he said. Isha hugged him, pulling him in her dominant style. Foreplay started – kisses, touches. Both got heated. This was all new for Lucky – with his ex, it only went as far as hugs, he was never intimate. His body was trembling with excitement. For Isha, this was routine – only 4 days ago she had wild sex with her boyfriend and got full satisfaction. She was thinking, "Okay, let me try him too, since the marriage happened."

Finally, both started to undress. Lights were dim, music slow. Lucky took off his shirt, pants, and finally lowered his underwear. Isha looked and was shocked. His tool was full tight, erect, but the size? Absolutely tiny – even smaller than her little finger. Isha’s eyes went wide; at first, no sound came out of her mouth. She thought to herself, "Oh God, what is this? I won't get even the 'S' of satisfaction from this. My life will become hell – daily frustration, no pleasure. My boyfriend's was so big, this looks like a child’s."

Then she spoke out in her dominant and humiliating tone. "Lucky, really? This is your size? Perhaps you never got real sex until now, you just moved your own hands while watching dreams. This is the result of that – even after being fully active, it's not bigger than my little finger!" She laughed, but a cruel laugh. "Oh wow, this is thinner than a pencil. What did you think, you’d impress a girl with this? This doesn't even look worth touching!" "Boys like you stay happy just watching porn; in reality, no girl is satisfied with this. How cute this is, like it was brought from a toy store!" "I thought you were average, but this is at a micro level. How are you living with this, Lucky?"

Lucky was stunned, his face turned red with shame. Isha didn't stop. "You were never intimate with anyone, you don't even know how important this is for a girl. If she isn't happy physically, how will she be mentally? Daily frustration, mood swings, and fights in the relationship – all because of this tiny reason!" "You aren't called a man, son. This is an excuse for life, that you could never give a girl real pleasure." "Maybe I made a mistake by doing an arranged marriage. Friends used to say, 'Don't do it, only do love marriage, compatibility is checked there.' Maybe they were right. Now how will I spend my life with this tiny tool? It has no strength to satisfy me, nor to produce children – it won't even be able to put the seed in properly!"

Isha started picking up the phone, "I’m calling my house right now. I’ll say, 'Mummy-papa, what kind of unmanly person did you get me married to? I won't be able to stay with him. Come tomorrow and take me away, I won't be able to fulfill this marriage!'"

Lucky got scared, panic mode on. He was thinking, "If this talk gets outside the room, I’ll be nowhere. Family’s honor, infamy in society – everything finished. If the marriage breaks for this reason, life is ruined." He quickly pulled up his underwear, joined his hands and said, "Please Isha, give me a chance. We will sort out this problem. We'll talk to a doctor, there will be some solution."

Isha shouted loudly in her dominant voice, "What will we sort out? When the thing is visible in front of me that we won't be able to stay happy! This tool of yours will never be able to make me happy. I can't stay with this. That’s over, Lucky!" She got off the bed and started pacing the room in anger.

Lucky requested, "Please speak slowly, Isha. Everyone is outside, guests are there, it won't be good if someone hears. We’ll solve it privately."

Isha shouted even louder, like a femdom queen, "Hey, they should also know what kind of unmanly person is in their house! The one they got me married to and ruined my whole life. This is an example of unmanliness – a tiny tool, and on top of that, zero confidence. You are not a man, Lucky! Just a man by name, in reality, even weaker than a woman. How did you think you could fulfill a marriage with this? This is a matter of shame; I will tell everyone in society that my husband is unmanly, one with a tiny dick!" "People like you are only beta males, not alphas. My boyfriend was a real man, this looks like a joke!" "You don't even have the 'M' of manhood in you, just spending life being quiet. Now I am free, I’ll go back to my life!"

Isha was showing no sign of stopping; she started dialing the phone in anger, and Lucky sat on the bed crying inside, thinking how this nightmare would end. The honeymoon night, which was meant for dreams, had now become hell.

Isha’s anger had now crossed all limits. She was pacing here and there in the room, like a lioness staring at her prey. Her face was red, her eyes spitting fire, and she was getting even more provoked looking at Lucky. Suddenly she stopped, sat on the edge of the bed, pressing the bedsheet hard with her hands. Her breath was fast, as if she was about to blast. Lucky was still standing near the bed, in his underwear, head bowed in shame, thinking how he would handle all this. He knew that if this talk got out, his life would be ruined. Family honor, society’s infamy, everything would turn to dust. Therefore, he tried again, keeping his voice as calm as he could.

"Please Isha, listen to me," Lucky said, joining his hands. "We will sort this out. Give me a chance. Everyone’s normal size is only this much, it’s nothing new. If you have a problem, we’ll show a doctor and sort it. But breaking the marriage for this, telling everywhere, this isn't right. Please, think about the family, about our future."

Isha stared at him as if he were an insect. Her dominant nature was now full-on – she was not going to stop. "Really? You think so, Lucky, that this is a normal size? And I will be satisfied with this? Wait a second!" She picked up her mobile, opened the lock folder – her boyfriend's private pics were there. In one pic his dick was in a normal state, in the other it was full hard. She put the mobile in front of Lucky’s face. "Look at this, you scoundrel! This is what you call an alpha male's dick. His sleeping tool is several times bigger and thicker than your hard dick. And his hard? If I add 20 unmanly ones like yours, even then you won't be able to equal him!"

Lucky’s eyes stayed wide open, he was shocked seeing those pics. Isha didn't stop and continued showering humiliation in her femdom voice loudly. "Look at this, how thick and long it is – like a real man’s. Yours is like a child’s toy, thinner than a pencil. My boyfriend used to satisfy me for hours with this, and you? You aren't even worth looking at. Look at this comparison – his normal size is double your full erect one, and the thickness? Yours can't even compete with a finger. Scoundrel, how can you even think that any girl would be happy with this tiny thing? This is an insult to manhood!"

"My ex’s dick is like a snake – powerful and deadly. Yours is a worm, fit for crawling into the ground. I feel so much like laughing, Lucky – you call yourself a man with this? I’ll tell everyone in society, 'My husband’s tool is smaller than a little finger!'"

"His hard dick is an 8-inch monster, yours is a 2-inch joke. His girth is such that it doesn't fit in the hand, yours I can catch with two fingers. You are unmanly, son – not a real man!"

"Look in the pic how veiny and strong his looks. Yours is smooth like a rubber band. My boyfriend used to make me scream with pleasure with this, you won't even be able to tickle. Shame on you, Lucky!"

Lucky’s face turned red with shame, he wasn't able to say anything. Isha now stood up in full anger, keeping her hands on her hips. "Scoundrel, do you think even now that you will satisfy me with this toy of yours? Fine, I accept this – do as you wish. And if you aren't able to do it, then no one will be worse than me. Once I get heated, until I get satisfaction, I don't become calm. Remember that!"

Saying this much, she began taking off her saree in dominant style – first removed the pallu, then slowly unwinding the saree. She sat on the bed, now only in blouse and petticoat. "Come dog, fulfill your wish. You’ve climbed so much on me? If you climb too, it won't make any difference to me. Anyway, when this tiny 'lulli' of yours goes inside me, I won't even realize. Go, fulfill your wish. But remember, if this tiny 'lulli' of yours isn't able to give me satisfaction, then see what state I leave you in!"

Lucky was completely shaken inside. He couldn't believe it – is this the same girl who was just sharing things so nicely? Now she is giving so many abuses, humiliating him. His heart was beating, but he knew that retreating now was difficult. Isha shouted, "Listen, you dog! Now you will have sex with me – this is my order! Because the delusion inside you will be removed. The manhood waking up inside your unmanly 'lulli' will be removed. You will understand, you who are roaming around calling yourself a man while carrying such a tiny 'lulli,' you will understand!"

"You are my dog from now on, Lucky. Not a man, just a pet. Your 'lulli' is a decoration piece, not worth using. Today I will teach you what real satisfaction is – but not from you, from my control!"

"Unmanly dog, don't even think that you will be able to touch me of your own will. Everything will be my order, you will just follow like a slave!"

"There isn't even the 'M' of manhood in you, just Lucky by name. Today I will tell you what an alpha female is – you will remain a beta male forever!"

Isha had become completely dominant. She shouted at Lucky, "Come quickly, scoundrel, climb on me! Quickly! Don't you understand? This will be your first and last sex with me because I am totally sure this 'lulli' of yours won't be able to do anything. My BF Tinku used to screw me continuously for 20-20 minutes and satisfy me completely. You’ve already seen his 'land,' let me see yours. Come quickly, open your underwear, show your toy! Quickly! And this is my order, otherwise you know the consequence!"

"Oh scoundrel, your toy is like a baby carrot – tiny and useless. My BF's was a monster, you can't even compete. You are unmanly, period!"

"Undress quickly, dog! Show your status – you will make me happy with this 'lulli'? I feel like laughing!"

Scared and full of shame, Lucky undresses himself again. His 'lulli' had completely withered – the previous excitement was gone, now only shame. As soon as he opens it, Isha laughs loudly. "Oh, this withered without even getting cold! Oh wait, let me take a photo of this – I’ll tell my ex BF, 'Look how cute my husband’s tool is!'" "I’m taking a photo, scoundrel – I’ll show everyone what an unmanly sample looks like. You pose, laugh!"

After that, Isha says laughing, "Bring it here, I’ll make it hard, my dear." Saying this much, she catches his withered 'lulli' with her thumb and one finger and starts shaking it. Laughing, she says, "Oh, I don't even need to close my fist to catch your 'lulli' – my thumb and one finger will do the job!" And she laughs loudly.

"Look how small it is – like a pin, difficult to catch. You call yourself a man with this? Pity!"

"I’m shaking it, dog – feel it, but even this won't grow properly. Your status is only this much!"

After that, she continues shaking it; after a while, Lucky gets heated. He says, "Please Isha, don't shake it now, otherwise my stuff will come out right here!"

Isha says, "Oh, will yours only be this big?" She measures it with her little finger, "Oh, this isn't even equal to this!"

And the humiliation line: "I’m measuring – 1 inch? Wow, a record-breaker in unmanliness. You will satisfy me with this? In your dreams!"

"But I will give an unmanly person like you a chance to prove his manhood. Come, today I’ll show you paradise which you have only seen on mobile until now. Today I’ll show you in reality!"

After that, she opens her bra. Perfectly bulging boobs – perfect round shape, size 34C, nipples pink and erect with excitement. Skin fair and smooth, like marble. Boobs so firm they were bouncing lightly. Lucky’s eyes stayed wide open, he was seeing such a thing in reality for the first time.

Then slowly she opens her panty. "Look scoundrel, after 30 years I am showing you paradise. How is this?" Saying this, she opens the panty. In front of Lucky, a completely clean-shaved bulging pussy – lips pink and swollen, clit visible, already a bit wet with anger and excitement. Shape perfect, tight and inviting, but for Lucky, this was a dream he had only seen in videos. Seeing it, he was going completely crazy, heart beating fast.

After that, she gives the order in a dominant voice, "Listen, you dog, now climb up! Show the wonder of your tiny 'lulli'!"

Scene: Lucky climbs onto the bed scared, on top of Isha. He tries to put his tiny erect 'lulli' into her pussy. But Isha’s pussy was large and experienced – his tool goes in but doesn't have any effect at all. Like a needle in a haystack. Lucky pushes with full effort, sweat is coming on his face, but Isha only laughs. "Oh, it feels like someone is putting their little finger inside me!"

"Dog, this isn't even tickling – what are you doing? Put full force, but this 'lulli' is weak!"

"My BF used to put a monster in this place, I used to scream. You? Nothing is being felt. Unmanly!" "Continue, dog – see how useless your manhood is. I am getting bored!"

After that, in 2-3 minutes, he finishes. Isha says laughing, "Finished? All your manhood came out in 2 minutes, scoundrel?"

"Oh 2 minutes? My BF lasted for hours. You are a premature unmanly person!" "All manhood is out – now you are useless. Dog, you can't satisfy anyone!" "I’m laughing at you – was this your capacity? Shame!"

"Now listen, dog, you have heated me up and until I get satisfaction, I am not going to let you go. And I get satisfaction only from wild sex, and your 'lulli' doesn't have the strength to do wild sex. Now your tongue will cool down this burning pussy of mine. Come quickly, bring your tongue!"

Lucky comes from below and puts his mouth on her pussy, and licks it slightly with his tongue. Isha applied pressure from above and pushed Lucky’s head into the pussy. Ordered, "Take out the tongue, order to lick the pussy lips! And to move the tongue on the clit!"

As soon as Lucky compulsorily started using his tongue, Isha moans, "Ohhhh, aaahh doggie aaaah!"

"Dog, make the tongue long, lick from top to bottom!"

"Ahhhh dog, lick your mistress's pussy, aaaa, you were made for this, dog!"

"You will remain my pet forever. My best doggie, suck my pussy, doggie!" "Ahhhhhh ohhhhhh loudly ahhhh, hmmmmmm!"

"Put the tongue inside the hole, Lucky," Isha says in a dominating voice, "Quietly put the tongue in the hole of the pussy and start moving it in and out!"

"Ahhhhhhhh nooo, hmmmm dirty doggie do more. And lick, drink the pussy water!"

Putting his whole mouth inside her pussy, she orders him to lick even faster and gives the full order to screw the pussy with the tongue.

Isha’s control was now at its peak. She was lying on the bed, her legs wide open, pressing Lucky’s head onto her pussy with her hands. Her pussy had become wet, juices were coming out, and Lucky’s tongue was tasting it. "Ahhh, dog, lick properly! Your tongue is now my tool since your dick is useless!"

"Drink my water, unmanly – this is your punishment for being so small!"

"Suck hard, doggie – I am the mistress, you are the slave. And put the tongue further in, screw like a real dick!"

"Ohhhh yes, dirty dog, feel my power – you are my pet from now on!"

"Ahhhh, hmmmm, continue, drink all the juice – you were made for licking!"

"You are unmanly, but you can use your tongue. Faster, dog!"

Isha’s moans were filling the room, she was moving her hips, grinding Lucky’s mouth. "Ahhhhh, doggie, you will become the best slave – lick, suck, fuck with tongue!"

"Dirty, filthy dog, my pussy slave – drink it all!"

As soon as Isha finishes, her body shakes from the orgasm, "Ahhhhh yessss!"

Then she removes his mouth and directly pushes him down. "Dog, you don't have the status to sit on the bed with me! I don't even let unmanly people like you wander near me. And this was your first and last sex with me. I need a penis more than a tongue, which you will never be able to fulfill. Therefore, I will tell my house that I won't be able to stay with this unmanly person!"

Lucky was completely terrified; he sat right below the bed and caught Isha’s feet. "Please Isha, don't do this. I fall at your feet, join my hands. My and my whole family’s honor will be turned to dust. Please don't do this!"

Lucky was crying, sitting on the ground, touching Isha’s feet. "Isha, please forgive me. I will do anything, but don't do this. Family will be ruined, it’ll be difficult to show my face in society. I beg you, please!"

Hearing his talk, a devilish idea runs through Isha’s mind. She thinks, "This is perfect – full use of my dominant nature. Lucky’s weakness is in my hands, now I will control him."

She says, "Listen, you dog, I will stay quiet and stay with you on only one condition. In front of everyone, we will stay as husband-wife, but whenever you are alone in the room with me, you will always be my dog, my slave husband. I can use you however I want."

Isha was now sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, looking down at Lucky. Her face was victorious, as if she had won. "Understand, dog – normal couple outside, inside you are my slave. I will give orders, you will follow. Sex, chores, humiliation – everything is my control. You will become my pet dog, wear a collar if I want. Daily feet worship, body service – everything. Choice is yours – do you want to save your and your whole family’s honor in front of society or become my slave dog husband?"

"You are unmanly, so this suits you – become my slave. I will punish you daily for your small dick. Speak, accept it!"

Lucky then says, "Don't do this, Isha, we will find a solution for this."

Isha says in anger, "There is only one solution for this, which I have told. Choice is yours. If your answer is no, then I am calling my house right now."

Lucky says yes out of fear, "I am ready, Isha, everything will happen just as you say."

Isha says, "Good dog, this was expected of you."

"Come dog, now I will tell you how a slave husband is treated. First of all, keep this in mind: whenever you are alone with me, don't dare take my name. Speak by calling me Mistress or Madam. And outside among everyone, as Isha-ji. If you dare to take my name directly, I’ll pull out your tongue. And whatever work or order I give, it should be done without objection – in one go, otherwise you know the consequence. Come on, start – first of all, kiss my feet!"

Hearing this, Lucky is stunned. He starts looking at Isha, shocked. Isha says, "Maybe you didn't understand what I just said? Quickly, kiss my feet!"

Lucky bows down and starts kissing both of Isha’s feet one by one. After kissing for a while, as soon as Lucky starts to lift his head, Isha caught his hair tightly and pulling it, pressed his head onto her feet and said, "Lick my soles! Keep licking my feet until I tell you to stop. Clean them by licking well, because I am very tired now and won't go to the bathroom to wash my feet. So you clean my feet by licking, wash both the soles of my feet with your tongue!"

Lucky compulsorily starts licking the mistress’s feet. After getting the soles licked for about 40 minutes, Isha gave Lucky a powerful kick. "Go dog, that’s enough service for today."

As soon as Isha kicks Lucky, Lucky falls straight on the ground where Isha’s heel sandals are lying. His tongue touches her sandal directly, so he spits lightly. Seeing this, Isha becomes furious. "Scoundrel, such status of yours? If the sandal I wear on my feet touches your mouth, you will spit? Come here, take both sandals! Now lick both sandals properly, from my top to bottom!"

Isha now stood up, picked up both heel sandals in her hands and threw them in front of Lucky’s mouth. The sandals were high-heeled – black color, shiny leather, the sole a bit dirty with dust. "Here, dog – now lick from top to bottom. First the right one, polish it with the tongue!"

Lucky compulsorily sits on the ground and catches the sandal, takes out his tongue and starts licking from the top leather part. Isha is watching, laughing. "Properly, dog – this is your punishment for spitting. Lick the top strap, heel, everything!"

"Feel my power, unmanly – you are my shoe cleaner now. Lick properly, make it shine!"

Then the left sandal: "Now this, the bottom sole too – clean the dust with the tongue. You were made for this!"

Lucky licks, he was feeling dirty, but was compelled. "Faster, dog – this will be your daily duty!"

After that, she orders him to sleep on the ground below because he didn't have the status to sleep with her. He went to sleep quietly below, and Isha also slept on the bed above, thinking that she could now fulfill all her wishes; now she had no fear of meeting her BF either.

Would you like me to write the next part of this story where Isha gives Lucky orders for the morning chores?