Wife made me her slave – II

By   August 16, 2016

My master wife had handed me to another women to make me a proper housewife. My new mistress is a strict women, but I am starting enjoy all this. Next part of this BDSM story.

Other parts of this Indian Sex Story-

Part 1

Part 2


Now it was Miss Monika’s turn, “don’t worry dear. I will take care of that. I am not at all as merciful as you. Under my care, he will receive much more frequent episodes of disciplinary sessions than a couple of bottom spankings(an act of slapping, especially on the buttocks as a punishment for children) in few months.” They laughed as I kept standing with my head down, filled with feelings of embarrassment and terror. I was very much humiliated to discover that Miss Monika already knew about the punishments I had received at the hands of my dominating wife. Then Sunita mam instructed me, “I have given her full authority to train you and if required, to punish you in any way she pleases. So be careful in your behavior and attitude.”I immediately obeyed, “good morning, Monika Mam”.

From their conversation, it was evident that they had already talked and planned about my training. Miss Monika questioned me, “Are you ready to be trained to become a wife from a husband?” I nodded in affirmation, “yes”. My wife slapped me hard and said, “say, yes mam, you idiot. You don’t know how to behave with your teacher”. I did as instructed. Now there were two mams in my life; She said further, “He needs a lot of training. I doubt whether three months will be sufficient”.The next morning, she took me to Miss Monika’s house. I couldn’t sleep for the whole night because of worry and fear. I had to remain there for at least three months. Miss Monika was a tall lady with strong built, aged about 32 years. She was very confident and commanding in her gestures. They hugged each other smilingly and completely ignored me as if I was not present there.

Suddenly, my wife ordered me in a stern voice to wish her.Now I interrupted, “but how can I go to my job dressed as a girl”. She stared at me with anger putting her index finger on her lips. I quickly understood. That was an instruction for me to keep quiet. She continued further, “from now onwards, your only job is to serve me. Understood?” I nodded in affirmation. She spoke again, “after your training is complete and I am satisfied, we will remarry and you will live the rest of your life as my wife.” “your training will start from tomorrow” were her final words. I was left wondering about my fate.Since I want you to be a good housewife and you are also enjoying your new role (there was a smile on her face as she said this), you will undergo training and transformation programme for three months.” I worriedly listened as she continued, “you will be trained thoroughly how to dress, talk and walk like a housewife. You will be taught how to wear sarees, suits and all kind of dresses girls wear. There will be cooking and dancing classes. I would also like you to learn stitching and knitting as all housewives do. You will be transformed into a girl finally. In order to pass that training and reach upto my expectations, you will have to work very hard. Any sort of shortcomings and indiscipline will be severely punished. In the end you will come out to be a well-mannered, obedient, well dressed and well behaved housewife. “

One day, during the winter holidays, she called me, “How do you like your new routine of a housewife, Rohit?” I looked at her; she was having a notorious smile. Without letting me reply, she added, “You seem to be pretty much enjoying it. Isn’t it?” Confused what to say, I kept quiet. She said, “I assume your silence to be confirmation. Well, now just listen carefully. I have taken a decision.

As soon as my wife left, she told me in a commanding voice, “One thing you must remember is that from now onwards you have to show respect to any lady that comes to this house, clean their sandals with your mouth and take blessings from their feet. You will have the opportunity to meet many of them as your teachers as part of your training. You will address each of them as madam and obey whatever they say. Failure in doing this may cause nightmares to you. Now go to that room and change quickly. I don’t want to see you wearing pants and shirts anymore.” I immediately rushed to that room. A maroon coloured salwar suit was lying there with matching churidars.

Very soon, I realized that Miss Monika was a very strict lady in true sense. From the very next day, I was asked to follow a very tight routine which was – to wake up at 5 AM in the morning, do the utensils and water the plants. Then I was supposed to do the dusting and clean the furniture and then broom and mop all the rooms, kitchen and balcony. Then I prepared tea for her.

On seeing me in an entirely different look, she commented, “well done Deepti! Now she is looking like a true girl.” I silently kept standing while they giggled and made fun of me. After completely removing my pubic hair, I again wore the panty and called them. This time only Deepti mam came as Monika mam had to go to some other place. She did a proper facial and face massage after which she applied some gel on my bare legs and arms and thoroughly massaged them. Then she taught me how to apply mascara, lipstick and foundation with several others tips regarding my makeup. She gave me a gel which was to be applied around the nipples and a cream to prevent growth of moustaches and beard. She said smilingly, “Sweetie, you will develop nice boobs within a couple of months.” My face turned red with shame. Then a painful session of waxing began. With the help of waxing and hair removing creams, they removed all the hairs from my legs, arms, chest and tummy in a couple of hours.

Now only my head and genital area were the parts that still had any sort of hair. They left instructing me to call them once I had removed hair my pubic hair also within half an hour. I was obliged that they had left that part for me. I did as ordered without any delay. When I came out with tea and sandwiches, a beautiful young lady was sitting there. Now I knew for whom the other cup was. She was introduced to me as Deepti mam, my beautician. After finishing the tea, both the ladies took me to the dressing room. I was made to strip with only bra and panty remaining on my body. I kept standing in that position, almost dying with shame. Deepti mam said to me, “we need to remove all that ugly stuff from your body” pointing towards my hairy legs. Alongside, a set of padded bras and panties were lying. Quickly, I undressed and wore all that stuff. She welcomed me with a cunning smile, “now you are looking like a nice lady.” I silently stood there waiting for her further orders. She spoke, “your actual training will start from tomorrow. Today I will do some modifications in your physical appearance so that you may be able to look and feel like a girl. Till then you go to the kitchen and make two cups of tea and some sandwiches.” Wondering what was about to happen, I did as told by her. After all this, she made me to wear a black skirt and pink top along with transparent stockings and a pair of ladies’ sandals. She ordered me to shave four times a day until the effect of that cream was evident, to massage my legs and arms daily in a similar way as she did, to do a facial daily and waxing every alternate day. Finally, she warned me not to forget using that ‘boobs gel’. Till all this was over, Monika mam had returned.