Wife turns into a wrestling dominatrix – Part 7

When I returned with food and drinks, I saw my wife leaning back sideways, relaxed on the sofa. Aman was trapped between her legs in a body scissor hold, moaning in pain.

Supriti: Aman is being punished for teasing me against my will. Men should know the importance of consent in this day and age. This is a lesson my sister was teaching my poor hubby.

Aman looked at me and said: Look how strong your wife’s scissors are! I can’t get out. I will have to watch Shreya’s wrestling demo stuck in this position.

Me: I know my Mistress wife has made me tap and eventually pass out several times using her deadly legs.

Though it was playful, it seemed Aman was struggling to get out of the scissors. Then I noticed my wife’s long bare, sexy legs with bulging quads and round shapely calves through her tiny shorts.

No wonder a strong guy like Aman was struggling and gasping for air. But it seemed like he was having fun and letting my wife dominate.

Aman: Come on, babe, I give up. Let me go!

Supriti: Awww, poor baby, you must be joking. Letting a girl beat a hunk like you. You are not a pussy like my hubby, are you? (Squeezes her legs)

Aman: Arrggh! No, but your legs are like tree trunks. I am not even joking!

Supriti: Yup, they sure are! You should have known that and stopped teasing me. Now you suffer.

Aman was somehow turned on by this femdom act which was visible from the huge tent on his pants. My wife noticed that and kept rubbing his hardened dick with her feet interlocked around his waist in a python-like brutal scissor hold.

Meanwhile, my angel of death, Mistress Shreya, was warming up, doing pull-ups. She looked stunning in a red silk saree paired with a black skimpy, lacey body-hugging sleeveless blouse. It seemed to struggle to keep her huge melon-like boobs in check.

Her long hair was tied up in a cute ponytail. Her pallu was tucked in her waist, revealing her hot abs and pierced belly button. Thanks to her lacey backless blouse, her sexy bare back, full of cuts and definitions with a sexy tribal tattoo, was visible.

Supriti: Are you ready, Shreya?

Shreya: Yeah, Sis, I am all warmed up. Ready to kick ass!

We started grappling, and Shreya overpowered me with ease. She started applying painful holds like the camel clutch, cross face, arm bar, full nelson and many more. I was constantly tapping out while my wife and Aman applauded her flawless techniques.

Aman: I can’t believe you are doing these tough moves in a saree, Shreya. You are amazingly skilled.

Shreya: Hehe, thanks, Aman.

I was exhausted after 20 minutes of painful wrestling holds performed in succession. I begged for a break, but Shreya had other plans to torture and humiliate me.

Shreya: My dear slave Jiju all while I was being easy on you. You’ve tapped out each time, and I let you go. But now I want to humiliate you to assert my dominance by putting you in a couple of illegal holds. Also, don’t bother to tap out. That’s my call (winks)

Me:’No, I would not like to participate in it. I am exhausted. Please spare me, Mistress, and let me leave.

I started walking towards the staircase to my room, but Mistress Shreya stopped me.

Shreya: I don’t think so, bitch!

She quickly ran quickly in my direction and caught me in a devastating pro-wrestling hold from behind. She lifted me from my back face-up. Placing me across her shoulders before hooking my head with one hand and a leg with the other.

She was pulling down on both ends to hyperextend my back. Now that I was in the hold, she slowly started bending my back. My back was already hurting from the earlier Boston Crab hold, and now this.

I screamed out at the top of my lungs and said: Aagh. It hurts, It hurts! Stop! Let go! Let go, please! Mercy! Mercy!

Shreya: Nope. How dare you leave without permission, slave?! Now I will teach you the consequences of insubordination.

Supriti: Give him Hell, Sis!

Shreya: You bet.

Aman was so intrigued that he forgot he was captive to my wife’s leg scissors.

He asked: What is this hold called?

Shreya: Lo and behold, The Torture Rack submission.

Aman: Wow, this looks scary, yet so hot. The technique is flawless. You have great core strength to lift a grown man across your shoulders and simultaneously bend his back. He is trapped at your mercy.

Shreya: Hehe, thanks, guys. He is my bitch now.

I immediately tapped out and moaned, “I submit, Goddess, please let go!”

Shreya: Nope, I will walk you around like a bitch.

She was showcasing her strength. She carried me across her shoulders while pulling my neck and leg downwards, putting intense pressure on my poor back. She even showed her lower body strength by squatting me in that position, gaining applause from my wife and Aman.

Aman: Hey, Shreya, I want to ask. Is this an illegal move’?

Shreya: (with a wicked grin and a wink) No, dear, it isn’t, but what I’m about to do now makes this move illegal.

I was already in intense pain, but her last sentence scared the shit out of me. I knew what was coming. I feared she would attack my balls, and I wasn’t wrong. The hand she used to grab my leg now reached my naked balls to grab them.

Shreya: Here it comes, everyone. Time for some real pain.1,2,3…Squeeze!

I started crying and screaming immediately,

“Aag. No, please, no.”

“My balls, my balls!”

“Let go!”

“I give up.”

“Mercy!”

My wife was laughing hysterically. Aman was mesmerised and started bowing with arms outstretched at Mistress Shreya as a gesture of salute.

Aman: You truly are a Goddess, Shreya!

Shreya: (kept squeezing my balls) Hmmm. I know. Are you turned on, Aman?

Aman: Totally. I have never seen true female dominance like this ever in my life. I am spellbound. When and where did you learn this?

Shreya had me on her shoulders in the torture rack with one hand across my neck and the other squeezing my balls. After every sentence was completed, she squeezed my balls once. It went like this.

Shreya: I studied in Mumbai at an international school (squeeze). I was always into sports like swimming, football, and rock climbing from a young age (squeeze). Later I was in the school’s wrestling team and competed with other teams globally (squeeze).

Shreya: I travelled globally and learnt different wrestling holds (squeeze). I used to practice them on my boyfriend’s (squeeze). So I have mastered all types of hold (squeeze). Also, I hit the gym regularly, do CrossFit and lift heavy weights (squeeze). So yeah (squeeze), I do have a lot of experience (squeeze).

Supriti: Wow, so you are a pro. All this time, you knew all the moves I taught you. No wonder you were doing them perfectly. Chupa Rustum, you are Shreya!

Shreya: Haha (squeeze). Yup, it’s good to know you are into it as well. (squeeze)

I kept screaming every time she squeezed my balls. The pain was unbearable. After 15 minutes of brutal torture, she finally decided to let go of the hold and threw me on the floor.

My wife had still not released Aman from her leg scissors but loosened her grip. Both were having sandwiches and beer while watching me getting ass kicked and sexually manhandled. Aman’s dick was rock hard after witnessing such an act of femdom.

Supriti: Hey, Sis, bring him here now. I have something naughty planned in mind.

I lay flat on my stomach, barely moving. My whole body ached in pain, and I was about to pass out. Shreya grabbed both my arms from behind in a chicken-wing lock. She had me secured in the hold tightly, interlocking her fingers. This stretched the pectorals and shoulder joint and immobilised the arms.

This is a legitimate controlling or debilitating hold commonly used by police officers and bouncers to subdue uncooperative persons for arrest. She lifted me from the floor with ease, kneed my butt and said: “Come on pussy, walk towards my sister.”

This was humiliation beyond imagination. I was reluctant at first and retaliated with all my might to wriggle free. I jumped, hassled, hurried, and screamed, but her vice-like grip was too strong. She jerked me left and right a couple of times.

Both my hands became numb. She kept grinning and gradually tightened the grip putting intense pressure on my shoulders. I gave in and started walking.

Shreya: Good boy. That’s more like it.

Just imagine the scene, a grown man trapped in a submission hold by her hot sister-in-law draped in a saree paired with a sexy sleeveless blouse. Being coerced to walk naked in his own house. The scene was humiliating but hot. I was somehow turned on amidst all the pain.

My wife then asked Mistress Shreya to bring me to my knees and face Aman. Then she asked Aman to unzip and take out his dick. Aman was initially reluctant but still trapped between my wife’s hot legs. She squeezed his ribs tightly, forcing Aman to agree to unzip and take out his hardened dick.

Supriti: You have a big tool, Aman. Now sit back and relax. My slave hubby will help you unload all the cum you build up. He is going to blow you dry.

Aman had no choice but to accept, but I refused. Mistress Shreya tightened her grip, but I didn’t open my mouth.

Shreya: I’ll rip your arms from your shoulders. Do it. Do it bitch.

Supriti: Relax, Sis. I will make him open his mouth right away. Bring him close to me.

Shreya took me closer to my wife, who still had Aman between her legs. My Mistress wife then grabbed my naked balls and squeezed. I screamed again.

Supriti: ‘I will squeeze harder. Just obey us and we will let you go. Open your mouth and blow him right now.

I had no choice. I gave in and started sucking a man’s dick. I blew his 7-inch big cock and sucked all his cum. I was also made to apologise again for last night’s actions of fucking my wife’s hot pussy without her consent. I also had to thank the  Mistresses for punishing me and Aman for letting me suck his dick.

My wife released my red swollen balls. I expected Shreya to do the same and release me from the chicken wing lock. But to my surprise, she transitioned from an armlock to a deadly sleeper hold. It is a grappling hold that is used to render an opponent unconscious.

It works by compressing the carotid artery, which reduces blood and oxygen flow to the brain, causing a temporary loss of consciousness.

Shreya: Time to put your lights out.

I kept tapping out my forearm, but she wouldn’t let go. Slowly I began to pass out. Everything around me was going dark. I could hear faint laughs and giggles before slowly passing into oblivion. This was how I was completely dominated and punished by two femdom Goddesses that night.

Let me know how you all liked it in the comments section, especially girls. What are your reactions to femdom? Do let me know.

To be continued. Happy reading!