The Cuckold Couple

Priya walked over to her bed and sat on one end of it. She then laid down and looked under. “Hey, loser! Are you still there?” She could see Srinath’s eyes glaring at her in the darkness, he was laying there exactly the way she’d left him- hands bound together with tight ropes, restrained to a vertical space of less than twenty inches.

“Where else could I be?” he asked.

“Oh come on. Don’t get all angry with me, you got yourself in this mess.”

“Priya, we haven’t had even one conversation about our relationship without Rahul in the room. Please just give me that one benefit. Please.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to converse with you about anything. I’ve said everything I needed to say. Now, come on out, there’s someone I want you to meet,” she said. He crawled and twisted his way out from under the bed to touch his forehead to her feet. Priya caught him by the neck and helped him up.

“You’re not even going to untie me?” Srinath asked.

“Nope,” Priya said, dragging him through the door to her living room. She pushed him over to the couch, on which Rahul was seated and teasing his ex-girlfriend kneeling down before him. Priya made him kneel down next to the slave girl and sat herself on the couch. “You both should really meet each other- you’ve got so much in common. Both of you come closer to me, now.” The slaves obeyed, walking on their knees to get closer to their Mistress.

Couple at Priya's feet

Priya stretched out her left leg and touched Srinath’s forehead with her toes. “This is the guy that I dumped today,” she explained to Sharada. “His name’s Srinath.” The slaves exchanged a subtle smile. “Untie his ropes.” Priya ordered. Sharada walked over to him and undid the knots that bound him. “Her name’s Sharada. Rahul dumped her today.”

“Thanks, Sharada.” Srinath said with a pleasant smile, shaking his freed hands in the air.

“You both are so damn similar, it’s just uncanny.” Priya said. “Srinath is so damn obsessed with me, he doesn’t mind being my slave for the rest of his life, just so he can be around me. I dumped him and punished him, but he’s still here. So he works as Rahul’s slave.”

Priya then moved her foot from Srinath’s head to Sharada’s. “This girl. I’ll never understand what her problem is. She’s been with Rahul for almost ten years, she was never fully happy with him but she believes that he is her property. She still believes that Rahul’s going to get back with her. She’s like one of those boring, conservative wives.”

Priya’s feet dropped to the floor. “You know what? This is very painful for me. Both of you are such attractive, good looking people. At least, you used to be before taking this punishment from us. I mean, look at you,” she caught Srinath’s chin, “so handsome, well-built and rich. You could have had any girl you wanted.”

“Except you?” Srinath asked.

“Except me.” Priya lost her smile in an instant. “And you. You are like the second prettiest girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Second prettiest?” Sharada asked.

“After me of course.” Priya said. “I’m sure guys hit on you all the time.”

“They do, actually.” Sharada almost had a smile. “But Rahul was my first…”

“He was the first. That’s the point. Are you going to spend the rest of your life waiting for him back, just because he was the first?” Priya asked.

“I’ve never fallen in love before or after…” Sharada began.

“You see? Both of you are so old fashioned. Neither of you understands the concept of moving on with life. If you did, you wouldn’t be sitting here after taking that kind of punishment from us.” She caught Srinath’s collar and bent over. “Go home, asshole!”

“Priya, life without you would be like death. You may as well just kill me instead,” Srinath replied.

“You,” Priya caught Sharada by the top of her shirt, “go home now.”

“Not without Rahul I won’t,” Sharada shook her head.

“There you go!” Priya said, shifting her hands between the two slaves. “You’re both are the same person. In fact, I think the two of you should hook up right here, right now. I’m going to set up a date between the two of you.”

The slaves exchanged a nervous glance. Priya continued. “The first step would be a romantic dinner. Srinath, go to my kitchen and bring my dustbin here.”

“You said dinner?” Srinath asked.

“Yes. You’re a slave. You know what slaves eat for dinner? Garbage.” Priya said. “Go bring my dustbin or I’ll make you.” Srinath crawled into the kitchen, brought over the little dustbin and placed it at Priya’s feet. “Now, the rules for this dinner date. Each one of you is going to take turns picking up an object from my dustbin and feeding it to the other slave. This is going to go on until my garbage is completely disposed of.”

“Priya, please. You’re making us eat garbage,” Srinath pleaded.

This is what slaves eat for dinner! Garbage.

“Either that or you both go home.” Priya smiled. The slaves gazed nervously at their dinner, random garbage strewn all around the little plastic bin. Priya lightly tapped Sharada’s face with her feet. “You go first.” Sharada picked up a banana peel with her shivering hands and held it out her hand. Srinath opened his mouth wide and gobbled up the tasteless yellow peel off her hands. Priya and Rahul shared a good laugh with each other. “She made him eat a banana peel. What is he going to do now?” Srinath picked up a rotten tomato from the dustbin and held it out for Sharada to eat. “Oooh.” The couple looked away to avoid watching the slaves eat their garbage. Sharada cried as she slowly chewed and swallowed the stinking tomato from his hands. The couple picked out some onion peels, a few apple cores, some empty packets and such other objects out of the dustbin and fed them to each other.

The couple laughed and clapped as Sharada fed the last object from the bin, a paper bag to Srinath. “That was a nice, romantic dinner for you both. Now, Srinath is going to rescue Sharada from grave danger.” Priya stretched out her legs. “Both of you sit one behind the other and carry my legs on your shoulders.” Srinath sat before Priya and held her thighs on his shoulder while Sharada sat behind him and supported Priya’s lower legs on her shoulders. “Now I’m going to kick Sharada’s face fifty times. You’re kneeling right in front of me; my feet will land flat on your face so my kicks are going to hurt really bad. However, there’s a romantic element involved.” Priya grinned as she looked at the two slaves carrying her legs. “Srinath can choose to accept my kicks on Sharada’s behalf as many times as he wants.”

“I will take all fifty kicks, Priya.” Srinath said after some hesitation.

“Ahh, superman to the rescue!” Priya looked to Rahul and smiled. “He will sacrifice his own body to protect the girl he just met. If that’s not romance, I don’t know what is!”

Rahul got up and walked over to Srinath. “I’m going to hold you with my shoulder lock, so you don’t fall off while taking my girlfriend’s kicks.” He took his hands from under Srinath’s shoulders, brought up his hands behind the slave’s head and locked them together in a tight grip. He then pulled the lock upwards, making him hold up his head for Priya to kick.

Priya rested both her feet on her ex-boyfriend’s face. She began the assault by taking her left leg back and bringing it forward in a swift, powerful motion, giving him a hard kick to his cheekbones. “One.” Without leaving even a moment for taking a breath, Priya took back her right leg and kicked his head. “Two.” Rahul’s grip got tighter and tighter through each kick, holding him firmly in place to take the next assault. “Three.”

Within minutes, the kick count reached fifty and Rahul released the shoulder lock, allowing Srinath to drop to Priya’s feet, bruised and bleeding out. The Mistress looked to Sharada. “He took all fifty kicks for you. How do you plan on repaying him for the gesture of love?” The slave girl bowed down and shrugged. “Of course you don’t know. It’s quite a sacrifice he made for you. Anyway, it’s time for the two of you to kiss each other good night.”

Srinath shook himself and tried to recover from the beating he’d taken. “Ooh, look how excited he is to finally kiss a girl’s cheek,” Priya laughed. Before he could begin his reply, she caught Sharada’s face and made her head lie flat next to her seat. “Of course I won’t let to kiss this girl just like that. She’s not ready for that yet. Her face smells really bad, like my boots.” Priya said, placing the girl’s face even closer to her skirt. “You will get to kiss her only after I am done making her face smell sweet.”

“What does that mean, Priya?” Sharada asked in a fit of nervousness.

“I’m going to expose you to a wonderful smell after which you’ll be ready to kiss Srinath.” Priya stood up, lifted up her skirt and brought down her panty-clad buttocks over the helpless slave girl, covering much of her face underneath. She then caught the girl’s hands in hers, making her suffocate fully under her bums. “Hahaha. Get ready to breathe my wind.” Priya bounced her buttocks on the girl’s face for a few moments before letting go of a loud, rotten burst of gas. The noise blasted through the living room, followed by a sudden hush.

“Now that’s what I call a good stinkface!” Priya stood up and pushed Sharada toward Srinath. “Check out how sweet she smells now!” she ordered. Srinath stepped forward and closed his eyes, taking a breath of the nasty smell clouding around her face. “Come on love bird, kiss her face now!” He went forward and kissed the girl’s stinking face. As he laid his lips on her skin, he could taste some of the leftover vapor making its way to his tongue- it felt like he’d just kissed garbage.

“Oh, you’re both so in love. It looks like we’ll have to tie you up to prevent you from cuddling with each other.” Priya said.