The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold

The day after my conversation with Ahmed, Nadiya and I took Master Saladin's ****** members to the airport, Saladin being away on business. Back home, my beloved wife wanted to cool off and relax in the pool. She felt like spending the whole day lying down on a deck chair, being somewhat tired after those two weeks with visitors filling the house. But, most of all, she was missing her Lover so much. He was due back from Istanbul in only two days.

"Now undress me, cuckold," said Nadiya with an authoritative voice. " I'll relax and cool off in the pool for a while and then lie on a deck chair for the whole day. When I come out of the water, you'll put sunscreen all over my body. I feel miserable today."

"Thank you, my beloved Nadiya, for so kindly allowing me this great privilege!" I told her.

"As you know, my lover told me that I could do this kind of thing with you whenever I feel like it, of course within given limits. For example, sexual intercourse is excluded," she replied. "Anyway, it has been about three years now since we had intercourse the last time, isn't it?"

"Yes, you are right, sweetheart," I confirmed. "And I admit that I was not then powerful enough to provide you with the sexual pleasure that you deserve, and I am certainly not now either."

Having said that, I eagerly proceeded to undress Nadiya, freeing her of her white abaya, beginning with her headscarf. I soon saw that she was entirely naked under her dress, except for her numerous jewels and ornaments around her neck, wrists and ankles. It has been quite some time since I could see my wife undressed, and this made me ecstatic. My body was shivering with arousal and my diminutive prick became hard right away. Then, just above her vagina hair, I saw something that I had not seen before, and this almost made me faint. My wife had a flashy tattoo, a red heart with, written in a name in Arabic (فيصل) which I assumed was "Saladin". Noticing my astonishment, Nadiya said with a luscious voice: "You haven't seen me naked for a while, obviously. I suggested this to my lover, and He readily accepted, seeing this as another proof of my love and dedication to Him."

Nadiya's Brown body was simply beautiful. Our Master Saladin had made her fully mature and just plump enough. Thanks to the augmentation procedure that she had a few weeks ago, her breasts were quite fuller, with protruding nipples. She told me that they were not yet 36D but that the wanted size would be attained in a few weeks. "I am getting used to the new roundness and weight of my expanded breasts," did she say. "That's funny... I feel more feminine now, thanks to Saladin's suggestion." And her lip enhancement procedure was soon to come as well. She was very sexy, although nobody could notice it in her outer life, where she was an archetype of a reserved and prude woman. The use of her body was Master Saladin's exclusivity, except for situations like this one, that were permitted as rewards for my consensual cuckoldry.

Right away, Nadiya dived into the pool and enjoyed the water for about half an hour. When she came out of the water, I met her with a towel and dried her up. She remained standing and asked me to put sunscreen all over her gorgeous body, taking care not to miss any part, including her breasts and back cheeks. I noticed that she was still sporting her rosebud butt plug, apparently with great ease. Just looking at her very sexy permanent tattoo as well as her jewels had a great effect on me, making my dickette expand somewhat. Seeing my state of mind, Nadiya ordered me to kneel down in front of her and kiss her pale rose-painted toes. Almost all her toes were adorned with expensive rings that I had paid for. This was outrageously exciting. Suddenly, she moved, ending my worshipping pleasure, and lied down on a deck chair. "Could you get my sunglasses, please, cuckold? And you can undress too... make yourself at home," she said with a wink.

When I came back from inside the house, Nadiya was already well installed, her legs wide open, dangling on each side of her chair. To my surprise and excitement, she was masturbating under the sun. She saw me approaching another chair but did not stop fingering herself. Obviously, my wife had become a lot more libidinous than she was before. Not wanting to break her fun, I put the sunglasses on her eyes.

"Mmmmmm... I miss my lover so much..." she uttered, moaning loudly. "If He was here, I would beg Him to fuck me hardddddd! I would implore Him to use my pussy and ass ... aghhhhhh!"

Lying on my own deck chair, I dared to try heightening her excitement: "Master Saladin really fulfills you, doesn't he? He gives you the pleasure you never experienced with me, doesn't He? He made you love sodomy, didn't He? He is your Real Man, isn't He?"

With one hand stroking her clit and the other one caressing her now larger breasts, Nadiya almost yelled: "Yessssssss! My lover owns me completely! He made me discover so many beautiful pleasures that I never thought existedddd.... Mmmmmmmm... He fucks me so well and so long, so often, so deliciously!!! He's so well endowed. He has tremendous stamina. His cock is sooooo big and thick; he fills me up completely!" She was in a high state of excitement, groaning and moaning loudly, oblivious to the fact that Aisha might see and hear her.

I was very excited as well, jerking myself furiously. Spontaneously, I carried on: "Master Saladin makes you so happy, He makes you so much a woman that you want to marry Him, don't you?"

"Yessssss! I do want to belong to my Man – my Master - completely. I do want to be His wife... forever!!!" Nadiya replied without any hesitation. This was so hot that I spurted my thin and clear sperm on the chair. A few seconds later, she also came, loudly.

We remained silent for a while, slowly coming back to the real world. Strange as it may look, I was happy for having "broken the ice" about the possibility of a divorce. Nadiya having been in such a state of sexual excitement, I knew what answer to expect to my last question.

I gave her another towel to clean her intimate part, not daring to do it myself with my mouth and tongue, sensing that it would be "out of bounds" for this time.

Nadiya then carried on: "I know that Ahmed had a talk with you. And I know that you're smart enough to be able to foresee this inevitable outcome. Yes, Ravi (I noticed the gravity of the situation as she didn't call me cuckold this time), Saladin and I have decided to get married. This of course implies that I divorce first. And you know that it will happen, no matter what. Our decision has been taken; there will be no coming back. But I wanted to tell you first and get your free agreement, for the sake of fairness and in recognition of all our marriage years together. I still love you, but as a sister for her brother, with tenderness and care, but no more as a husband. It's more like affection. I will forever keep good memories of our past conjugal life. However, the only real husband I want is my Sajan, Saladin. I want to be His officially before the eyes of the world, I want to marry Him, give myself to Him as His precious, obedient, docile and submissive wife. As you might have thought, Saladin's parents want us to formalize and regularize our relationship, not only them but also the imam. As you know, adultery is forbidden in the islamic faith. Of course, it is the same in the Hindu faith, but you and I have freely chosen the cuckoldry lifestyle. As a matter of fact, you are the one who encouraged me in that way. I don't blame you, on the contrary," she added with her adorable smile.

"I understand perfectly, Nadiya," I answered. "And, as you say, I saw it coming, inevitably. I gave it great thought... I am ready to surrender my rights as your husband. However, I am concerned about my situation and my role from then on..."

"Saladin and I discussed this aspect as well," Nadiya readily added. "We not only have great sex, Ravi," she added, "but have thoughtful conversations, we are more than sex partners. And this is what pleases me so much. For instance, we often discuss about our field of study and our newly common faith. Now back to where we were... Here is our proposal: you stay with us in the house, of which you remain the owner. Your role will be one of a servant, not only supporting us but certainly obeying us, doing everything you can to please us and fulfill our expectations. This will of course be relationship based on respect, certainly not a rowdy thing; that will be just like it has been so far. Am I right to guess, knowing your submissive nature, that this arrangement could satisfy you?"

"Mmmmmmm..... yessss..." I replied, almost whispering. Spontaneously, I began masturbating, but Nadiya stopped me right away: "You remember our conversation about your masturbation, don't you? This will have to be strictly controlled as we agreed. Your steel chastity cage should come in the mail in the next few days. So, please, now stop stroking yourself immediately," she sternly ordered.

Struck by that sudden reminder of the behavior I had to adopt, I nevertheless confessed that I was very happy and relieved to know that they both wanted to keep me. I knew for a fact that my wife could have left me anyway. "I am very grateful to you both," I confided, "and I will certainly thank Master Saladin warmly for this when He comes back." I added: "I feel privileged to be your dedicated servant. I will do everything to serve – and whenever you feel like it, to service – you."

"You might not know that, according to the Islamic rule, we cannot get married before a period of four months and ten days following the official date of my divorce, we decided both of us should stay away from sex even for four months up to marriage " Nadiya explained. "So this will give us time to prepare the wedding and to get more accustomed to our new Master-Mistress-servant relationship. I also wanted to tell you that Saladin wants us to have children, which is very understandable for a man of His age. As you know, He is quite mature. I consider this as a wonderful gift on His part, and, deep within me, I truly want to give Him at least one child as a testimony to our deep love. I know that I'm now 41 years old; however, nowadays, many women have children at that age."

"Huh... honey... may I... Are you sure about that? Have you seriously weighted the pros and cons? How can imagine what this will imply..." I commented, completely stunned by Nadiya's project. "My first priority in all our years together was your happiness and well-being. What I'm saying is not inspired by jealousy, but by a true concern about your health and the consequences involved."

"Well, honey, I have given this some serious thought and discussed it thoroughly with my Sajan," replied Nadiya. "I know that my health and well-being is as much important to Him as they are to you."

"Well, then... you're a big girl, honey," I carried on with a smile of surrender. "You're old enough to decide. I guess that I have no choice anyway, do I? However, please promise me that if you ever get pregnant, you seek continuous medical supervision throughout your pregnancy, my love."

"Yes, my dear, I do promise, and I appreciate that you still care for the well-being of your beloved wife. It's a great sign of your true love for me. Besides, you have the right attitude, and our Master will be happy to know that. You know that Master Saladin is a true gentleman. I know Him enough not to be worried about His style of domination, very classy and respectful, albeit firm and authoritarian. I know that He truly loves me through that D/s relationship. And He is grateful to you for what you have done for Him up until now. And He will see to it that you have rewards for having relinquished your rights as a husband and for being at our service in all aspects of our lives."

Before turning on her belly on the reclining chair to ensure an even suntan on the beautiful body of a blessed and fulfilled woman in her mid-40s, Nadiya expressed again her gratitude and pleasure for my overt desire and willingness to remain alongside her in that new chapter of our very special couple journey. "I am delighted by your expressed subservience and docility," Nadiya confided. "I know your submissive nature but all this went so wonderfully; it's like a dream come true for me. In fact, our common submissive selves will combine in symbiosis in our obedience to our Master, my soon-to-be Husband. We won't be wife and husband any more but instead siblings in submission, each in our own way. This was to be our destiny."


Four months and ten days, had said Nadiya.

It has been a very busy period of time for the three of us. Of course, my work as CMD kept me quite active. Apart from that, Master Saladin had asked me to help Nadiya with her preparations for the wedding as such and the banquet that was to follow. This was to be an "intimate" wedding, the number of guests being limited to Master Saladin's ****** members and the imam. However, Saladin, after a few days of thinking, thought that it would be a good idea to invite our common friends(my friends and Nadiya)) the other vice presidents of my company along with their spouses. The two of us discussed the idea. His goal was to mark His superiority over me as the Master and owner of my ex-wife. I had some difficulties with that at first and asked to have some time to think the situation over. Again, I lived an ordeal of ambiguity and self- interrogation. In fact, the question was: was my submissive nature strong enough to outweigh the humiliation that my surrendering would imply in front of the vice presidents and would my professional authority be put at risk? After further discussions with Master Saladin and Nadiya, I finally agreed to His suggestion. That would be an opportunity for me to show my true nature to my colleagues and friends, who would probably consider me as a genuine gentleman and an open-minded and progressive man.

Of course, I also had to make all the arrangements with my lawyer for a consensual out-of-court divorce. Nadiya wanted this to be settled as soon as possible, as all she was thinking of was to become Master Saladin's wife.

The paperwork was indeed dealt with very diligently. Indeed, my wife and I signed the official divorce document only two weeks after she had told me about her decision. It was an easy job for my lawyer. Nadiya was to retain half of my assets, including the real property and all my financial holdings such as shares in the company, bonds, etc. Furthermore, despite the fact that we were now co-owners of the house, she and Master Saladin were granted the full use of the premises as if they were the only owners, and I officially assigned the Rolls Royce Cullinan to them. For my part, I retained the ownership of the CL-class Mercedez and the right to keep living in the house. Those arrangements were satisfactory to the three of us.

Despite the turmoil, I had time to sit back and review my married life with Nadiya, as well as our journey into the cuckold lifestyle and her love for Saladin. I couldn't even remember the last time that we had a complete sexual intercourse. We still loved each other but in a completely different way compared to our first years together. Our relationship was one of friendship, tenderness and mutual respect. And Master Saladin, bright as He was, maintained this relationship, always demonstrating respect, either at work or in our very special personal relations.

At the time being, I was forced to realize that we were at a turning point, and that there would be no coming back. I realized that I had lost Pavitra as a wife, recognizing that it was for the most part due to my inability to fulfill her sexual desires. Not only had she found a young Man who was able to satisfy her but she had felt in love with Him. All this made me discover my true submissive nature and that I drew pleasure from being cuckolded and made to submit to Nadiya and her Lover. What were merely fantasies at first now was a genuine desire to serve, being heightened by the sexual pleasure that this was giving me. My life – and certainly Nadiya's – had changed forever. Thus, after thorough thinking, I decided to do everything to be kept by the spouses-to-be as their subservient life partner. I would find out soon that my submissive role would cover all aspects of my life: financial, sexual and ordinary daily life.

Time went by too fast for my taste; for Nadiya, on the contrary, it was like decades. With the help of one of her future sisters in law, she had finally picked a very modest and totally "orthodox" (Nadiya being now deeply involved in her Islamic faith) white wedding gown in a specialized Eastern bridal shop, to which was fitted an eight-feet train and a niqab [a veil which covers the entire face]. The veil's purpose was to emphasize that the bride's face was to be seen first and only by her groom – who would lift it to exchange kisses – and the imam leading the ceremony. According to the Islamic ways, after the ceremony, Nadiya would wear, at the wedding party, another black wedding gown then showing her face to everyone, without a niqab. The two women also bought a great quantity of jewels and accessories, including a beautiful pair of thong sandals adorned with high-quality rhinestones. Of course, I gladly, and excitedly, paid the bills. My reward for that was tender kisses on the cheeks from both of the two very excited ladies.

Two days before the big day, the house was full of excitement. Master Saladin's complete ****** was there, occupying all the available rooms. So much that I was without a room myself. Master Saladin generously invited me to sleep in their bedroom... on the floor at the foot of their bed. This made me very aroused and excited, hiking up my kinky submissive inclinations and my fantasizing potential. On the first evening of "room sharing", I knocked on their door, waiting to be invited in. When I entered, I felt like my heart was going to explode. Master Saladin was sitting on the large armchair beside the bay window, wearing a full-length white djellaba. He was quite impressive, His black skin contrasting with the pure white of his robe. Nadiya was sitting at His feet, one of her arms holding His legs and her head leaning on His knees. She was also wearing a white see-through abaya [a full-body robe-like dress that covers the whole body except the face, feet and hands] with a hijab [a head scarf that leaves the face uncovered]. It was obvious that she was naked underneath. As usual now, she was wearing rings on every toe and finger, rows of bracelets anklets and large earrings. And the result of her lips augmentation surgery was now quite obvious: they were very pouting, like the lips of a good number of colored people. As for Nadiya's breast augmentation, which I knew she had undertaken too at the wish of her Lover, I did not have the opportunity yet to see the change. The sight of my 41 years old wife sitting in a submissive posture at the feet of her 24 years old Lover and Husband-to-be sent shivers across my body and made my cockette throb. It was quite an impressive and arousing portrait.

"Remove your clothes, Ravi, as a sign of your humility," said Nadiya after I had closed the door behind me. "Later on, after we come back from our honeymoon and settle in our new life, you'll be required to wear djellabas [long loose-fitting unisex robes] too, however humble style ones."

I immediately obeyed her order, undressing and standing in the middle of the room, kind of embarrassed. My short dick was nestled in its steel chastity cage for some time now. This particular type of male chastity device enabled me to wash my diminutive penis thoroughly without the need to be unlocked. I still found it difficult not being able to masturbate, however this situation had the side effect of heightening my capacity to fantasize, which was certainly to the benefit of my Master and His queen as my fantasies were inevitably submission-oriented. I was gradually evolving toward mental sex as my chaste status was having the pervert consequence of increasing my urge to indulge in kinkier behaviors. My mind was busy with more deviant fantasies and I was waiting the right opportunities to express them verbally to titillate and please Master Saladin and Nadiya. I was in complete chastity now, Nadiya milking me on rare occasions, when she fancied it. This was somewhat disappointing, as she had said that she would milk me regularly.

"When my Master told me that He would invite you here, I was somewhat annoyed," admitted my soon-to-be ex-wife. "But I understood that He just wanted to be thankful to you. He's so generous, isn't He?"

"Yes, Nadiya, our Master is a very bighearted Man," I answered. "I feel very privileged to be authorized to sleep here, as the house is full. Thank you very much, Master Saladin."

"You're most welcome, cucky," said Saladin, with a lusty voice, while Nadiya was still amorously keeping her covered head on His knees. "As a matter of fact, in two days from now, it will not be appropriate any more to call you by that name. I think that we will simply call you Ravi. What do you think my love?" he asked Nadiya.

"Yes, my Sajan , just Ravi. It will be more simple, and most of all very appropriate as he won't be a cuckold anymore," she added with a smiling voice.

"Please don't stay standing up, Ravi," Master Saladin said. "You can sit in that other chair."

I could see that Nadiya was completely under the spell of her Man, in a state of well-being that was transpiring in her eyes and gestures. Her eyes closed, it was like she was daydreaming. So I was not surprised when she began to express her overwhelming happiness. Hoping to entice her to talk more and wanting to show my inferior condition and dependence on them, I thanked them again for having kindly offered me to sleep in their room.

"Well, Ravi, it's the least we could do, given this particular situation," said Master Saladin. "But it's also a way for me to give you a 'reward'. In our future life together, you will get some 'gratuities' once in a while for being a good, obedient and docile sub. So, tonight, you will have one... that is having the privilege to lick Nadiya's pussy and ass clean her. As my darling might not have told you, we always used a condom when making love since we met. We didn't want to go bareback before our wedding, as a way to preserve her 'purity' for the time we are duly married."

I was overthrown by lust, contemplating my servicing of Nadiya's pussy and ass My tiny caged dickette was throbbing with excitement.

She let herself lean backward on her "love seat", her head resting on his right shoulder. "Mmmm... My beloved Master... mmmm... I can't wait till we're married so that You can impregnate Your loving wife..." whispered Nadiya in her Lover's ear loud enough so that I could hear. "I want sooo much to be Your true wife, foreverrr..." Hearing that, At times, He would insert some fingers deep in Nadiya's vagina, take them out and spread her juice over her face. She would then hungrily seek to loudly suck His wet black fingers. She was wet and ecstatic, moaning loudly, oblivious to my presence in the room. The view I had of her bright red tattooed heart above her pussy and the way she was making herself available to her Owner was making me extremely excited.



"Are you hungry, Ravi? Are you eager to enjoy your reward for being a good and obedient sub?" Nadiya asked me. "You can crawl over now and clean me," she added in a stern voice which left no room for discussion. She kneeled in front of Master Saladin like she had done earlier, the difference being that she raised her rear end high in the air and spread her buttocks wide so that I could lick and suck her ass and pussy, which I did readily. The smell of Nadiya's juice a running down her hole was intoxicating. I eagerly put my mouth and tongue at her service, kissing, sucking and licking her thoroughly, making her moan and getting my face all wet and sticky. Surprisingly, the taste of the mixture was good, a little salty and thick. This was an enormous gift for me to be able to service my wife while showing my submission and obedience to her and her soon-to-be Husband. So much that I was forgetting my tiny prick snugly imprisoned in its stainless steel cage.

Nadiya and I were like luscious slaves, involved one behind the other in our devious love, at the service of our Mighty Master.

Master Saladin was in a generous mood on that evening. He asked Nadiya to unlock my chastity cage. Still naked, she ordered me to lie on the floor and proceeded to free my captive dickette, which sprang up right away.

"I want to thank you very much again for having let your wife fall in love with me," said our Master, now sitting in the armchair. "Thank you for having let her seek and find her true sexual self and fulfillment with me," He added. "Thank you for having given me the opportunity to find a very rewarding job where I can put my knowledge and skills to profit. You're a genuine gentleman. I like the way you progress in your subservience to us. I am very grateful to you for accepting to pay all the expenses of our wedding and honeymoon and book reservations for us at the most luxurious hotels. I know that your superior, Nadiya, expects you to deepen your servitude for the love of me. She wants you to be not only our servant but our slave. She wants you to do everything to please me and do whatever we ask you to do, whatever we think of to spice up our sexual life. The unlocking of your chastity cage is a reward that we give you tonight as a gesture of gratitude for having so obediently let Nadiya become my property. Of course, you're forbidden to masturbate... Nadiya, your superior, will see to it that you release your weak milk either by stroking your cockette or by being so verbally slutty and kinky that you'll come without being touched."

"Yes, Ravi, our Master is right," confirmed Nadiya. "I am and want to be His exclusive property, I will be His obedient wife and remain prude and modest in the presence of other men. As a matter of fact, as a good muslim wife, I will never be alone in the presence of other males without Him or without being chaperoned by another man of our ******, such as His father, the imam or you. At all times in public, I will wear an abaya and a burqa [an enveloping outer garment worn by women in some Islamic traditions to cover their bodies when in public. The face-veil portion is usually a rectangular piece of semi-transparent cloth whose top side is sewn to corresponding portion of the head-scarf, so that the veil hangs down loose from the scarf, and it can be turned up if the woman wishes to reveal her face (otherwise the whole face would be covered). In other cases, the niqab part can be a side-attached cloth that covers the face below the eyes' region.] covering my face, as well as elbow-length gloves. I would not want my beloved Husband to ever have the slightest reason to question my complete fidelity to Him and my modest behavior. That will not be a challenge for me but rather a fully accepted way of life. Master Saladin not only seduced me but He also made me a true and devout muslim believer. And this is the way a muslim wife has to be and behave."

My wife's new way of thinking was obvious to me after seeing her scrupulously obey the Islamic precepts in her everyday life. She would always do her five prayers a day, go to the mosque for the Friday prayer and wear the most orthodox Islamic feminine garments. Furthermore, she made a point of including a visit to the Mecca as part of their honeymoon in the Middle East.

"However, in our private life, I am already, and will be, my Master's sexy, naughty and horny lover just as He has trained me to be," Nadiya continued. "Whatever He wants me to do and be to please Him, I will do. I will be a proactive rather than reactive wife, lover, whore, slut, bitch if it's that's what He wants me to be. And I expect you to be the same with our Master and me. I can't wait to be impregnated by my Sajan, to become pregnant at 45 years old for the love of Him, to bear and feed His child. I will proudly carry and deliver our baby, His baby, the concrete result of our deep love. My only goal in life from now on will be to love, obey and serve my Sajan, my Master, our Master."

This had the effect of keeping my diminutive penis stiff. I was not on the brink of cumming yet but I knew that it would happen, whatever the way.

"Ravi, I expect you to seriously consider your future life with us while we are on our honeymoon," said Nadiya, now sitting on one arm of the chair where her Lover was. "I expect you to continue to be a proactive submissive and to increase your inferior status by becoming our slave. Whatever ideas that you have to make that a reality will be welcome. The more kinky your suggestions will be, the more frequently you will have the privilege of being unlocked and to come without touching yourself."

"As a matter of fact, I came to realize that you're way too busy as CMD to give us all the attention and devotion we deserve," she continued. "During our absence, please think that over. When we return, I expect you to come up with suggestions on the way you can free yourself in order to become our full-time slave. This might sound extreme at this time, but knowing your kinky mind and your deep submissive inclination, I am sure that you'll find a way and surprise us with your willingness to please and serve."

Nadiya and her Young Lover soon saw what effect her statement had on me: my dickette pulsated and spurted light and clear cum over my lower belly. They smiled at me in a condescending way and indulged in deep French kissing before ordering me to go take a shower and lie down on the carpet at the foot of the bed for the night.