The Saga of the Slavery Life Of an Indian Cuckold

The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-design stainless steel restraint as usual, and went naked to the kitchen for breakfast. My nudity in the house was becoming a common fact, a normal thing to see on the part of a lowly servant, just like a painting that has been on the wall for years.

Joshna was there, taking a break. It was still early, around 8:00 a.m. Everything was quiet. I inquired about Aisha, and Joshna told me that she was planning her day in her butler's office.

"Master and Madam are not awake?" I asked.

"I brought them their breakfast in their bedroom about half an hour before sunrise, as instructed," she replied. "They told me that they would eat and get back to sleep as the long jet lag was having a toll on them. Madam said that I should wake them up by knocking on their door at around 10:00. So I still have plenty of time. The Ramadan will end in a few days, then we will be back to a more normal daily schedule."

"I could have slept more then," I remarked, "but I'm used to getting up early anyway. Furthermore, it could give us a chance to get acquainted more."

"Yes, that's right," Joshna replied with a gentle smile, sipping what seemed to be some tea. She was wearing a full-length plain white abaya but no head scarf.

"Are you a Muslim like your aunt Aisha?" I asked, trying to know her more.

"Yes, I am a Muslimah. I was born and raised in the Muslim faith like the other members of my ******. However, I am not much of a practicing believer; as you can see, having tea after sunrise is not quite orthodox. Aunt Aisha hopes that I find a Muslim man who would make me become more devout."

"You are still young," I replied. "You still have plenty of time."

"Yes, but, although I am only 18 years old, I strive to find the right man who will make me happy and fulfill me, the man that I would honor and obey," she said. "Just like Madam does. It's so obvious in her eyes and behavior that she loves her Husband dearly. Her destiny made her find the man who could make her truly happy and to bloom. Despite their 20-year age difference, they are truly a deeply bonded couple. Although she is 43 years old, she wants to have a child from her beloved Husband, which is a great proof of her love for Him. But... excuse me... I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to offend you..."

"You are not offending me," I said to reassure her. "Your aunt might have told you that I was in fact the initiator of that a few years ago. Due to my fertility problems, we never had children, and my stamina was more than insufficient, if you can understand what I mean..."

"Yes, I understand perfectly, and, yes, aunt Aisha told me about your past marital life and how Madam was blessed to meet Saladin after two unsuccessful affairs with lovers," Joshna said. "I must admit that I envy her. She had the chance, at her age, to fall in love with a real man – please forgive my straightforwardness – a young muslim man who has the power and stamina to make Madam become the fully satisfied woman she deserves to be. In a way, you gave her to Him, so to say, but most importantly, she gave herself to Him. She surrendered to the superior Black mislim Man and embraced His religion, totally. She totally belongs to her Husband and to Allah. And it's so apparent that she has found real happiness. I dream to be as fortunate as she is."

I was most surprised by Joshna's frankness. I never would have thought of finding myself discussing openly with an 18-year old female about our lifestyle and my sexual drawbacks. This again made me measure the distance I had covered on the path of cuckoldry and submission, reinforced by the fact that the conversation pleased me and even excited me.

Making myself a frugal breakfast while Joshna – who would have normally been a servant in the house not long ago – was still sitting, legs crossed, I unashamedly admitted to her that my ex-wife's happiness was the utmost objective and that I came to enjoy, even thrive for, a submissive role in a rather infrequent Dom husband-sub wife-subsub ex-husband triad.

"I admire your self-forgetfulness and your willingness to divorce in order to offer a life of happiness and fulfillment to your ex-wife," Joshna commended me, gently smiling again. "I also admire Madam's deep Muslim faith; she is so devout, she is an example for me to follow. And I admire above all how her Husband brought her to the wonderful world of Islam faith."

"Thank you, Joshna," I replied. "This did not come easily, I must tell you. But now, I am happy in my new role. And grateful to Nadiya and Saladin for letting me share their lives and allow me to serve them. I consider this as a privilege."

"Aunt Aisha also told me about the body modifications that Madam undertook to please her beloved Husband," Joshna carried on. "Obviously, her appearance has completely changed from the demure, classy look of a professional, highly renowned scholar to the traditional, orthodox wardrobe of an obeying Muslimah wife. She is both modest – as expected from a faithful Muslimah wife – and sensual and kinky with her tattoos , piercing and bald head, nasal septum ring, pubis tattoo and abundance of expensive jewels. Madam has freely decided to let herself be carried by the strong wake of her endless love."

"I will make you a confession," added Joshna. "If Master Saladin ever condescends to raise His eyes to me in a suggestive way, I would not hesitate to fall under his spell and serve Him to in any way that He wishes, just as Madam does."

Flabbergasted by Joshna's daring confession, I was unable to finish eating. Seeing her, legs crossed, lightly swinging her raised foot and dangling her white flip-flop, I could not refrain from kneeling down before her and put light, gentle kisses on her dainty black turquoise-painted toes, knowing that she would not be offended.

Aware of my lowly submissive worshipping urge, she removed her flip-flop and said: "Ravi, you are longing to suck my toes, aren't you?"

Without even answering, with my hands on the floor, I proceeded to nibble, first on her big toe then on all the others, letting my tongue explore in between. After a while, seemingly tired of my hungry worshipping, she lifted her foot and pressed her pinkish sole lewdly all over my face, as if she was teasing an eager puppy, showing that she was in control. And I, the puppy, was responding eagerly, trying to lick and kiss her sole as much as I could.

Aisha suddenly entered the kitchen, catching the action. I blushed in shame. Seeing my embarrassment, she said, with a sarcastic voice: "It's nice to see a naked inferior Hindu man pay respect to a young lady, as it should be, just like he obeys his young mislim Master."

This enshrined my status as the lowest submissive member of the household.

"Joshna, if I'm not mistaking, you told me that you are supposed to wake up Master and Madam at 10:00, aren't you? It's almost time." Aisha said.

"Yes, you are right, auntie," Joshna replied, abruptly standing up to put her flip-flop back on and leave the kitchen, letting me shamefully kneeling on the floor. She was certainly demonstrating a rare astuteness for a person that young, I thought to myself, wondering what the future would bring her.

Not long after, Joshna came back to tell me that Master and Madam wanted me to knock on their bedroom door in ten minutes.


As ordered, I knocked on my superiors' door at the required time, only to hear "Come in!"

"Good morning, Ravi," Saladin said to welcome me in their all-Blue, quiet and plush love nest. "Please have a seat, Ravi," He told me, sitting on the Blue love seat, wearing a full-length djellaba [long loose-fitting unisex robe]. His legs stretched. He was tenderly cuddling Nadiya, covered with a pale pink abaya [full-body robe-like dress that covers the whole body except the face, feet and hands] and a head scarf of the same color, who was sitting close beside him. She was wearing a pair of large gold loop earrings, her nasal septum ring, and all her fingers and toes were adorned with rings of various styles. It was only then that I realized how my ex-wife's appearance had changed to the taste of her Husband. Her lips appeared fuller and poutier and, through her abaya, the great size of her breasts was apparent; I estimated that they were now about 38DD.

I walked toward them and respectfully bowed before to put a light kiss on Nadiya's left foot, responding to her unspoken desire to be honored that way. I sat on the first armchair available and asked them if they had a restful night after their long travel.

"Yes, Ravi, that night of rest was very beneficial; we were, and still are, tired due to the time lag and the Ramadan, but in this last case it's all for the glory of Allah," Nadiya replied. "The room has been wonderfully refurbished, thanks to Aisha. This has a very welcome compensating effect. We love the canopy bed; the sheer drapes, when closed, provide us with a peaceful nest. Later on, I would like to use the adjoining small room as my office, where I could work on my projects, such as the history of world's Muslims. But this will be for later. As you said, you have something important to tell us. We also have an important matter to discuss with you, but we will let you talk first." This being said, Nadiya cuddled closer to her Husband and crossed her legs.

"Yes, I do have something important to tell you indeed," I began. "I tendered my resignation as CMD of the company last week, after a meeting with the board. As you know, Nadiya, I was planning this for quite some time, my intention being of resigning at the age of 58. But I decided to make the move at 53. The main reason for this was to make a special welcoming gift to You, Master Saladin, after Your honeymoon. I appointed You as my successor in the position of CMD. I know that You now have all what is needed to fulfill the position very efficiently. All the members of the board agreed with me and gave me their approval,



Master Saladin received my gift with great pleasure. He stood up and came to shake my hand and thank me warmly. "It is such a great gift, Ravi. I will be forever grateful to you for what you have done," He said with a big smile on His face. Nadiya was also elated, thanking me warmly.

"Master Saladin, I made this gift to You to express my deep gratitude for having introduced Madam to this wonderful happiness and to the Islamic faith, to which she has totally adhered and which makes her thrive," I declared. "Your appointment will take effect in two months from now. This will give me time to get You acquainted with the job. I will receive a severance bonus of a seven-figure amount, I will also collect my lifetime pension and retain ownership of my preferred shares in the company. So I decided to submit my all financials to you and madam and I am willing to serve you both as life time willing slave, Master and Madam, as a testimony of my gratitude for keeping me with you in your household."

"These are great news, Ravi," said Saladin. "Again, you have all my gratitude for this laudable gesture of generosity and trust on your part. We will make sure that you can live with us as long as you wish. You are our soul mate in several aspects. By the way, I think that this fits perfectly with what my lovely wife has to tell you."

"Yes, my Sajan , you're so right," Nadiya carried on, looking at Him with loving eyes while still cuddled to Him. "Before to tell you this, I prayed Allah to light my way through this as it is a difficult matter," she carried on. "As you will remember, I expressed our disappointment in my emails to you during our honeymoon about your breaches of your vow of chastity unless your cage was unlocked by me. And I told you about the consequences. After discussing the matter, we decided to have you castrated..."

She waited to see my reaction to those devastating news. I was indeed devastated, as they surely noticed. This came as a slap in the face for me, right after the unique gift that I had made to them. It was true, however, that I had been warned in advance a few times about the consequences of my disobedience.

"We realize that you might consider this decision as a show of ingratitude after what you have announced us," Nadiya continued. "As harsh as this might seem to be, your eunuch condition would have many great advantages. Being freed from your sexual impulses and inappropriate libido would enable you to be our personal maid and, as such, to ensure our body care and witness our most intimate lives, including our lovemaking. You would wash me, shave and wax me all over so that my whole body remains bald, pamper me, put on my jewelry and make me desirable and ready for my beloved Husband. You would help me choose my clothes and dress me up in the morning. You would also provide personal body care to your Master whenever He so desires. You would witness my daily activities, such as my five prayers, and hear me when I pray aloud. In fact, you would be an intimate part of our lives, like a third member of our couple, our faithful companion. You would be able to see and hear us. You would sleep at one end of our bedroom on a cot, behind a partition in order to remain at our service at all times. You would also be responsible for the care of our bedroom with all the chores that this implies, such as doing, undoing and changing the bed sheets, tending the flowers and making sure that the essential oil burners are working properly. When needed, you would assist Aisha with the management of the household, given your long experience as a high manager of a very successful corporation. Please consider all those advantages."

"Furthermore, we have done some research and we found a doctor who would accept to perform the procedure," Nadiya added. "First, you would have to sign an acceptance form. It's considered as a short, minor procedure. It would be performed under local anesthesia and would be bloodless. After the operation, simple follow-up care would be required for about two days, with the help of medication."

"We thought that keeping you naked in the house wearing a chastity device is first rather a wound to your dignity and second, an unwanted sight for others, including our visitors and, in the future, our greatly desired child to be," Master then went on. "Most of the time you would wear a djellaba like I do. Of course, we would require your nudity whenever we see fit. As my Nadiya said, this new order of things is certainly hard to accept on your part. But you will surely understand the reasonableness of our demand."

Nadiya carried on: "Expanding on what my Husband and Master just said, when His ****** members come visit us soon for His 24th birthday, it would be appropriate that everyone in the house, including the servants, be dressed modestly. My only regret is that my deceased parents could not come over too and see how blessed I am. I am convinced that they would have been so happy for me, just like you are."

"I understand your reasoning perfectly," I responded. "I will do as you wish. With respect to my castration, I will ask you some time to think it over if you please."

"It's certainly a critical decision for you to take, Ravi," Saladin commented. "However, we want to settle this today. So you have until tonight to give us your answer. We will be relaxing beside the pool after our Maghrib [sunset] prayer and have a light meal, simply fruits with water. Please tell Joshna. You can meet us there, naked. Hopefully then, my wife will unlock your chastity cage... forever."

They thanked me warmly again for my extraordinary welcome gift and said that they will never forget my generosity. After which, understanding that there was nothing more to be said, I stood up, humbly bowed before them, kissed Nadiya's hand and left the room. I had never been in such a state of turmoil in my whole life.

I went to the kitchen to tell Joshna about the light meal requirements for after sunset at the pool side and continued to my bedroom, where I lied on the bed to digest that overwhelming development in my life and ponder the matter with the utmost consideration. I guess the few hours of sleep that I was able to have despite my state of great distress had a soothing effect. Curiously, after that time of mental and physical rest, my mind was now crystal clear. I was going to tell Master and Madam that I accepted their decision and would enter my new life of submission and total chastity at their side.

When I woke up, at 6:00 p.m., the house was very quiet, due in great part to the effect of Ramadan, which was to end in a little more than a week. I looked at my restrained limp cockette and realized that it would be free soon, although I would not be using it for another purpose than to pee after my gelding. No erection, no sexual arousal, I would be a complete eunuch at the service of my superiors.

At sunset time, I walked over to the pool, my short dickette lightly swaying within its steel cage. Quite a surprise was waiting for me.

The ambiance lights were now on all over the backyard, patio and pool, where Master Saladin was relaxing. Nadiya was lying on a chaise longue, entirely naked, slowly masturbating. I figured that she was doing as her Husband had asked. I had never seen my ex-wife looking so slutty. Her legs wide apart, her feet resting on the patio floor, she was fingering herself lasciviously. I could see her tattooed bright red heart above her vagina and her tattooed bald scalp. Her large 38DD breasts were lying prominently on her torso. I was wondering if she still had her rosebud butt plug inside her rectum. Oblivious to whatever was going on, moaning lightly, she was slowly building up her self-pleasure, her eyes closed. Her Husband was in the water, observing her with obvious attention, pleased to see that His Muslimah wife had obeyed Him so readily, being slutty for her Master.

When Saladin saw me, naked and still sporting my cock restraint, He invited me to sit at the patio table, telling me that Joshna was about to bring a large plate of fresh fruit that would make up the dinner. Without any discomfort, He came out of the water and dried Himself up. I could not do without admiring that tall, athletic and muscular Black Muslim man, with His massive, about 12-inch long, penis hanging free. No wonder why my ex-wife had a crush on Him right away and felt under His spell. He was the One Whom she relinquished control to because of His confident, measured authority. He knew what she needed and what she craved intuitively. In Him she had found her haven. She had surrendered to the superior Black Man. She had submitted to the power of her Black Lord. He went over to His wife and deposited a kiss on her head tattoo, saying: "My darling Muslimah, you're such a slut, pleasuring yourself in front of your ex-husband, aren't you ashamed?"

"Mmmmmm... my Beloved... mmmmm... I'm soooo happy to please You," she mumbled, submerged in the lust of her self-satisfaction. "Mmmmmm.... Pleasing You pleases meeeeee..."

"You're such a beautiful slut," He told her. "You're a gorgeous Muslimah wife. And I am sure that you'll be a beautiful mother of a Muslim Black baby."





Nadiya almost fainted after hearing that last wish of Her Husband. Almost crying, she exclaimed: "I... mmm... live to serve You, to honor You, to obey You, to love You. My only dream is to give You a beautiful Black Muslim baby... mmm... I'll come... mmmm... May I come, Darling... mmmm....ggggghhhhh?"

"Yes, you may come, slut," He said, knowing that she liked to be addressed that way, oblivious to my presence and the arrival of Joshna with the fruit plate. "You may come like the slut you are. Come in front of your ex-husband and our servant. Show them how lewd you are."

All of us were able to see Nadiya relieve herself, aloud, quite vocally, her legs shaking under her exhibitionistic orgasm. Joshna looked quite astonished but kept her composure. I noticed that she was not interested so much in the show Nadiya was giving than in Saladin, naked in all His nude glory. Her eyes were focused on His hefty penis.

Once the height of her orgasm had subsided, Nadiya stood up and went right into the pool to freshen up. "The fruits will be welcome, my Sajan," she told her Husband with a wide loving smile. When she came out of the water, Saladin went to help her and dried her body at length, without forgetting any part.

For Joshna and I, it was quite a subject of awe to see these two naked human beings, so different and yet so united, coming hand in hand unashamed toward us at the patio table, the young Husband and His middle-aged wife, Master and submissive, Black and white.

They sat down and invited me to sit as well while Joshna went back into the house.

Nadiya caught me off-guard by telling me her definition of the submissive: "I relish being my Master's and Husband's submissive Muslimah, the one who assumes a role of submission in a power exchange relationship. I occupy a role of intentional, consensual powerlessness, allowing Him to take control of me. It's a profound act of devotion, a desire no words can fully describe."

She caught me off-guard even more by asking me: "Ravi, are you ready to act by that definition of submissiveness? Are you ready to be our totally submissive eunuch? Are you ready, from now on, to dedicate your life to our service with all that it implies, starting with your loss of sexual excitement, your castration, for the love of me and the honor of your Master, our Master?"

To my own surprise, without any hesitation, I replied right away with a firm "yes".

Nadiya, who was sitting beside me, leaned down and gave me a tender kiss on a cheek as a gesture of satisfaction and appreciation, saying: "I was not expecting less of you, Ravi. I am very happy – and I am sure my beloved Husband is – that you responded positively to our wish. I will ask Aisha to order some djellabas to your size."

"Yes, indeed, I am very happy as well," Master Saladin went on. "You already made me a wonderful gift today, and you a making us a second one now. We are delighted that you decided to embark on this journey with us. We will have you gelded as soon as possible. You will become Madam's and my eunuch.