The Ultimate Cuckold Femdom: Femdom Stories of Total Submission (Part-three)

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At exactly 7:00 AM, the alarm broke the silence of the room with its harsh sound. Isha stretched, her body swaying like a mistress beneath the silken sheets. But her first task wasn't to open her eyes; it was to let her bare feet hang off the edge of the bed. She shook her right foot with some force, as if waking a sleeping animal.

On the floor, atop the cold tiles, Lucky lay in a half-dead state. All through the previous night, he had massaged Isha’s feet without stopping, pressing her toes, and even after Isha fell asleep, he remained right there on the floor—because he was not allowed to climb onto the bed.

Isha sat on the edge of the bed, dangled her two beautiful but slightly dirty feet near Lucky’s face, and spoke in her deep, commanding voice:

“Dog… wake up. It’s morning. Are you still sleeping? Or were you lost in the scent of my ass all night?”

Lucky’s eyes snapped open. He was exhausted, his face swollen and his eyes red. He looked up to where Isha sat enthroned like a mistress, a strange pride etched on her face. Lucky said in a trembling voice, “Good morning…”

Slap!

Without delay, Isha delivered a sharp slap across Lucky’s cheek. The slap wasn’t that heavy, but its echo in the silence of the room shook Lucky to his very soul.

“Not ‘Good morning’… you have to say ‘Good morning, Mistress’ every single time. Understand, scoundrel? Now stay on the floor, lift your head, and stick your tongue out.”

Lucky bowed his head. Crawling on his hands, he reached forward and took hold of Isha’s soft, fair feet. He stuck out his tongue and began licking Isha’s soles from bottom to top. Isha took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and casually began watching reels.

“Look how nicely he licks my feet first thing in the morning… just like a trained puppy. Truly Lucky, you’ve become a very good pet. This was your real talent—licking women's feet. You were born for this, to clean the soles of a mistress like me.”

In between, Isha rubbed her feet against Lucky’s mouth as if he weren't a human being but a doormat. Lucky’s face was red with shame, but he couldn't stop. Every time his tongue touched Isha’s tough skin or the faint smell of her sweat, he saw the funeral of his manhood passing by.

Suddenly, Isha pulled her feet back and lay back a bit on the bed. She looked at Lucky, who was still kneeling, waiting for the next command.

“Now listen… I’m not enjoying myself here at all. The drama in front of the family, the fake smiles… I’m bored. Let’s go on a honeymoon.”

A spark appeared in Lucky’s eyes for a moment. He thought maybe going out would make things a bit normal. Maybe if there were people around, Isha would give him some peace. He looked at her with hopeful eyes, but a devilish smile played on Isha’s lips.

“We’ll book three tickets. Tinku is coming too.”

Lucky’s heart skipped a beat. Tinku?

“You don’t have the status to take me on a honeymoon alone. Understand, you impotent man? You will be the driver, you’ll carry the bags for both of us, you’ll give tips at the hotel… and at night, you’ll sit outside the door and listen to our sounds.”

Lucky’s mouth hung open. A honeymoon… where a husband and wife are supposed to be alone, and here Isha was talking about making him a servant, a porter, and a doorman. That too, in front of Tinku.

“Mistress… Tinku?” he asked hesitatingly.

Isha used her foot to lift his chin and pressed it hard. “Yes, Tinku. He is a real man. You are just a medium for our fun. You will carry our luggage, you will clean our shoes, and while we are having fun inside the room, you will sit on the floor outside celebrating your mistress’s happiness. Tell me, do you understand?”

Tears welled up in Lucky’s eyes, but in the face of Isha’s dominance, his tongue began to falter. He bowed his head and repeated the words that had now become his destiny.

“Yes, Mistress… as you wish.”

Isha laughed, restarted her reels, and gestured toward her feet again, as if saying ‘the work isn’t finished yet.’

The heat of Vietnam and the noise of Ho Chi Minh City were pounding in Lucky’s head like a hammer. Five days had passed since that humiliating planning session, and now it had become a reality. As soon as they stepped out of the airport, Isha handed the taxi keys to Lucky.

"Come on, dog, sit in the driving seat. You don't have a driver's uniform, but your face itself looks like a servant's," Isha said, laughing.

Ho Chi Minh City’s traffic is famous, and that’s exactly what happened. There was a flood of vehicles on the road. Lucky was drenched in sweat while holding the steering wheel, while right behind him in the back seat, Isha and Tinku sat glued together. Isha intentionally rested her head on Tinku’s shoulder and began taking selfies.

"Tinku baby, look how slow our driver is driving," Isha said petulantly, looking at Lucky in the mirror. "Hey Lucky! Drive a bit faster, or is your attention on our conversation back here? Are you getting jealous seeing your wife with another man?"

Tinku let out a loud guffaw and pulled Isha toward him with his hand around her waist. "Isha, why are you bothering the poor guy? He’s just a cuckold; it’s written in his fate to watch the road while we enjoy the destination." Our website [www.indianfemdomstories.com] is dedicated to the art of Indian Femdom through vivid storytelling.

The next chapter of humiliation began as soon as they reached the resort. The reception area of the luxury resort was quite large and crowded. Tinku walked up to the counter with great authority. He explicitly introduced Isha as his wife.

"One premium suite for me and my wife," Tinku told the receptionist, and then pointed toward Lucky, who was standing there carrying all the luggage. "And one small, standard room for our... helper."

The receptionist smiled, gave the suite key to the couple, and handed a card for a distant corner room to Lucky. Lucky’s head bowed in shame when he saw the people present there looking at him like a porter.

At the door of the suite, Isha stopped Lucky. "That’s it, put the luggage inside and get out of here. Go to your room and settle in. We both need some rest... personal rest, understand? Only show your dirty face when I call you. Understand, cuck?"

Lucky put the luggage down without a word and went to his small room. As soon as he closed the door, his courage broke. He sat right there on the floor, and tears flowed from his eyes. He was thinking about how his life had flipped in an instant, how his own wife had started considering him worse than an animal.

Two hours later, just as Lucky had calmed down a bit, his phone screen lit up. It was a message from Isha: "Come here, dog... room number 407."

Lucky’s body began to tremble. He knew what was going to happen inside, but he didn't have the strength to refuse. He walked slowly and reached outside Suite 407. The door was slightly ajar, as if waiting for him.

As he pushed the door open, his senses were stunned. Isha was standing near the bed, wearing only a bright red bra and matching string panty. Her body was glowing, and there was a mistress’s pride in her gaze. Tinku was sitting comfortably on the bed, wearing only boxers.

As soon as Tinku saw Lucky, he shouted loudly, "You're here, cucky? Did you rest? Or were you crying over your fate?"

Tinku spoke so loudly that a room-service boy passing in the corridor froze. He turned and looked at Lucky; seeing his red eyes and trembling state, he understood that some very dirty and shameful game was being played here. Lucky quickly lowered his eyes, his face flushed with heat.

Isha gracefully decided to sit on Tinku’s lap. Tinku immediately planted his hands on Isha’s soft breasts and began playing with her hardening nipples through the bra.

"Aahhh… Tinku… harder… it feels so good," Isha moaned while looking at Lucky. The joy of torturing Lucky was clearly visible on her face.

"Sit on the couch, dog… and watch how a real man satisfies your wife. You have no manhood; you are just made to watch the show," Isha commanded.

Lucky sat on the couch, helpless. His eyes were on Isha’s body, but his mind had gone numb. Just then, in one swift motion, Tinku unhooked Isha’s bra and took it off. Lucky’s breath hitched seeing the radiance of Isha’s naked body.

Tinku tossed that sweat-soaked red bra into the air, and it landed straight on Lucky’s face.

"Here… smell your mistress’s bra… it contains the sweat of her hard work and the moments spent with me. Enjoy it, dog, this is your status!" Tinku said, laughing.

Lucky took the bra with trembling hands and brought it to his nose. It carried a sharp scent of Isha’s perfume and the heat of her body. A strange conflict began inside him—on one side was his dying masculine pride, and on the other was that humiliating arousal that was dragging him further down. He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweat-soaked bra deeply, while on the bed in front of him, Tinku began playing with Isha’s naked body.

Inside that closed resort room, new boundaries of humiliation were being crossed. Despite the chill of the AC, Lucky was drenched in sweat, still holding Isha’s sweat-soaked red bra, smelling it like a desperate slave. But the real show was about to begin.

While sitting on the bed, Tinku slid his boxers down. His penis, which was nearly 8.5 inches long and quite thick, emerged in its full glory. Its red head was semi-hard for now, but it looked like something belonging to a beast. Lucky’s eyes were glued there—he had never seen such a large and terrifying penis, and the thought of what it was about to do to his wife was killing him from the inside.

Without any hesitation, Isha took that massive penis into her velvet hands. She began moving it up and down vigorously, as if cleaning a precious treasure. The next moment, she opened her mouth and took Tinku’s thick penis entirely inside.

"Gulp... Gulp..."

Isha’s entire mouth was full. Tinku’s penis was so thick that Isha’s cheeks bulged outward. She was choking, water began to leak from her eyes, her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. Like a hungry bitch, she was sucking the penis of a real man. Tinku grabbed her hair and began spewing dirty insults from his lips.

"Suck... suck it, my slut wife... see how your wimp husband is watching," Tinku said in a frenzy.

Lucky was sitting very close—just a 3-foot distance. Everything was crystal clear to him. Saliva from the corners of Isha’s lips was dripping onto her velvet body. Tinku’s pre-cum was smeared on Isha’s lips like a shiny cream. Lucky’s heart sank; he was watching his wife, whom he used to think a hundred times before touching, fall so low before another man today.

After sucking continuously for 5 minutes, Isha pulled her mouth out. Her face had become completely messy—mascara had run down to her cheeks, her lips were wet, and there was a strange glow of lust and slavery on her face.

She looked at Lucky and gestured with her finger, "Come here, dog... come closer."

Lucky stood up, trembling, and reached right next to them. Isha looked into his eyes, which held both hatred and a sense of ownership.

"Kiss me..." Isha commanded.

Lucky closed his eyes and fearfully placed his lips on Isha’s. But this was no kiss of love. As soon as their lips met, Isha thrust her tongue fully into Lucky’s mouth. She began transferring Tinku’s thick pre-cum and the dirty mixture of her own excessive saliva into Lucky’s mouth.

Isha swirled that mixture in her mouth for a while to form a 'snowball' and then poured the whole thing into Lucky’s mouth.

"Swallow it, you scoundrel... right now! Taste a real man. You should know what your master’s cock tastes like. Swallow!" Isha screamed.

Forced, Lucky swallowed. That mixture was bitter, salty, and incredibly disgusting. As it went down his throat, Lucky felt like vomiting, but he stopped himself. Tears began to flow rapidly from his eyes.

Tinku laughed loudly, "Look Isha... he’s already crying. The party has just started, cucky! Your wife’s real service is still pending." Read the latest Indian Femdom stories exclusively on our website daily.

Tinku grabbed Isha’s waist and bent her over the bed in 'doggy style.' Isha’s fair and full ass was now right in front of Lucky’s face. Her back was toward Lucky, but the sight was so terrifying and provocative that Lucky’s breath became shallow.

Tinku called Lucky, "Come on... now your real duty begins. Wet your wife’s ass properly. Clean it with your tongue so that my thick cock can enter her narrow street easily. Go!"

Lucky’s soul trembled. "Mistress... please... Mistress this is very dirty... I can't do it..." he pleaded, crying.

Isha turned in anger, her face now looking like a demon’s. "Hey bastard! Still showing your status? If you don't lick my ass right this second, I will send the photo of your tiny little cock to everyone—your parents, your friends, your office group, everyone! I’ll tell everyone how big a coward my husband is. Stick your tongue out or I’ll divorce you right now!"

Lucky had no way out. Social shame and the fear of Isha had broken him. Crying, he stuck out his tongue and placed it on the pink hole of Isha’s ass. As soon as his tongue touched it, he got a sharp and strange dirty smell, but the fear of Isha didn’t let him stop.

He began licking vigorously. From outside to inside, he was wetting every part with his tongue. Isha began to moan in pleasure.

"Aahh… you're doing well, dog… put your tongue in a bit more… yes, right there… make it completely wet," Isha was moaning.

Tinku saw that Lucky was going a bit slow, so he suddenly grabbed Lucky’s hair and shoved his entire face into Isha’s ass.

"Put your tongue all the way in! Make it shine completely! Your job is to create lubrication, understand?" Tinku roared.

For the next 10 minutes, Lucky kept doing that dirty work. His whole mouth was wet with the filth and sweat of Isha’s ass. That dirty smell and saliva had reached his chin and neck. He was dead inside, but his tongue was running like a machine.

When Tinku felt the path was completely wet and ready, he shoved Lucky back with a jerk. Lucky fell to the floor, his face still dirty.

Tinku positioned his thick penis at the hole of Isha’s ass and, without any warning, shoved half of it inside in a single thrust.

"Aaaahhh…!!!" Isha screamed loudly, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. "So thick… Tinku… you'll tear me apart… ahhh I'm dying!"

Tinku had become like a beast. He began delivering powerful thrusts without stopping. With every thrust, Isha’s body moved back and forth. Isha’s eyes were wide with pain and pleasure, and she kept looking toward Lucky—there was nothing but humiliation in those eyes.

"Here… watch, dog… see your wife’s condition… this is what a real man’s thrust feels like. You are only fit to lick my ass, but this man is filling me from the inside… aahhh Tinku, harder… show this coward what manhood is!"

Lucky sat there on the floor, not even having the courage to wipe his dirty mouth. He just watched his wife being hammered so brutally by someone else, while only the sound of slapping flesh and Isha’s shameless moans echoed in the room.

That night in Vietnam had completely turned Lucky’s remaining dignity to ashes. Tinku’s panting breath and Isha’s shameless moaning in the room had now turned into a silent void, but that silence was no less than a storm.

Tinku gave one last, powerful thrust and collapsed his entire body over Isha. He released his entire hot load (cum) inside Isha’s ass. When Tinku pulled his thick penis out, the sight made Lucky’s soul shudder. Thick, white, and sticky cum began to drip from Isha’s asshole in a stream, running down her fair thighs and onto the bedsheets.

Getting up from the bed, Tinku put on his boxers and looked at Lucky with a loathsome smile.

"Come on, wimp... now your real work begins. See how much load your wife has taken inside. Clean your wife’s ass... not a single drop should remain outside," Tinku commanded with great authority.

Lucky was a heap on the floor, his face already covered in the filth from Isha’s ass. He looked at Isha, crying, "Mistress... please... don't make me do this... I will die..."

Isha, who was still bent over in doggy style on the bed, turned slightly. Her hair was disheveled and there was a strange obsession in her eyes. "Dog! Are you talking back? I told you your status is only to clean my soles and my ass. Tinku’s load has gone inside me; it’s a prize for me, but for you, it’s your food. Come on, stick your tongue out and clean it all, or do you remember? One click and your whole family will know what a big cuckold you are!"

Lucky’s courage was completely gone. He crawled on his knees toward the bed. Isha lifted her ass a bit higher to make it 'easier' for Lucky to clean. Lucky stuck his tongue out. As soon as he took the first 'lick,' Tinku’s hot, bitter, and sticky cum entered his mouth.

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Lucky felt like he would vomit right there. That load was extremely dirty and had a strange taste, but he couldn't stop for fear of Isha. He began cleaning every corner of Isha’s ass by licking it clean with his tongue. Tinku’s hot 'load' was now inside Lucky’s mouth.

Isha began laughing loudly, her laughter echoing throughout the room. "Hahaha! Look Tinku, my pet dog is drinking your load with such relish. Are you enjoying it, dog? This is your honeymoon special treat—not everyone gets a chance to drink a real man’s load. You weren't even worthy of this, but because of me, you're getting this destiny."

Tinku placed his foot on Lucky’s head and pressed him downward. "Lick, you bastard... clean it all the way inside. Not a single drop should fall on the sheet. Your wife’s ass is now wet with my spit and my load, and you will make it shine."

Lucky was crying, his tears falling on Isha’s ass, but he didn't stop. He gathered every drop with his tongue and swallowed it. His entire mouth was now filled with that dirty mixture. After 15 minutes of this loathsome process, when Isha’s ass was completely clean and red, Lucky backed away.

His face was a sight to see—eyes red, weeping, and Tinku’s cum smeared all around his mouth.

Isha got off the bed and threw a bathrobe over her naked body. She came and stood in front of Lucky. Lucky had hoped that maybe now he would get some mercy, but Isha once again crushed his remaining humanity.

"Phtu!"

Isha spat with full force onto Lucky’s face.

"That’s your extra tip," Isha said with hatred. "Now go... get out of here and go sleep in that tiny room of yours. Seeing your face makes me feel disgusted now. But remember... you must be at my room door at exactly 7:00 AM tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, you have to lick my feet again... and if there’s even a minute’s delay, I’ll send the video to everyone. Understand, you impotent man?"

Tinku shoved Lucky toward the door. "Get out now, let us sleep. Your wife is tired now; she needs rest with me." Explore the world of Indian Femdom through our stories.

Lucky stumbled out of the room. The corridor was empty, but it felt to him as if every wall was laughing at him. He reached his room, closed the door, and began to cry loudly. He still had that bitter taste in his mouth, Isha’s spit was drying on his face, and only one thought was spinning in his mind—that at 7:00 AM tomorrow, he would have to repeat it all over again.

His honeymoon had now become a living hell for him, where he was just a 'pet' whose job was to fulfill every dirty wish of his mistress.