Price Of A Missed Otp

Vivek knelt on the plush rug in their bedroom, his naked body bathed in the soft glow of the their overhead lights. Swarna, his wife, reclined on the chaise, her legs extended and resting on the ottar while he massaged her feet. The scent of almond oil filled the air, mingling with the subtle perfume of Swarna's favourite lotion. Vivek's hands were skilled, his touch gentle yet firm, drawing soft sighs of contentment from Swarna.

"You have the most talented hands, Vivek," she murmured, her eyes closed in bliss. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Their peaceful moment was shattered by the sudden appearance of Sarala, Swarna's friend, in the doorway. Her face was a storm of anger, her eyes flashing. "Vivek, you useless piece of shit!" she spat, storming into the room. "I tried to buy a new phone with your credit card, and the purchase was declined because you didn't forward me the OTP!"

Vivek's hands froze on Swarna's feet. He looked up, his eyes wide with fear. "Sarala madam, I'm so sorry. I didn't see the message. I was massaging madam's feet. I swear, it was an accident."

Instantly, he found his hair getting gripped. "You useless worm! How dare you put this one me?" Swarna bellowed as she increased the pressure on his hair while making him stand up.

Sarala stared with revulsion at her naked pray. Right from the day he had asked Swarna out, he had been her slave as well as Swarna's. And also, to a few more of their friends. He was basically their community property and Swarna had told him as much. All through college, he had served all of them and once he landed a WFH job with a handsome salary, Swarna had trapped him. She forced him to marry her and buy a large 3 BHK house in her name while he paid the EMIs. Further, his Credit card was shared with them for any urgent expenses. Swarna had told him in no uncertain terms that she would leave him at the first hint of disobedience and Vivek had been completely compliant with them. Until now.

Now, he stood, completely naked. Not a stitch on! Naked as the day he was born. Sarala had seen him naked for years now and yet, the sight of it still brought amazement, and, even though she hated to admit, some admiration. For, Vivek was gigantic. His organ was the biggest she had ever seen, and it was by a considerable margin. That, in fact, was the only reason he at least had sex from time to time. Swarna could hardly stop herself and would, once in a while, allow him to have sex. Even then, Vivek still showed humility and would only enter her after going down on her for as long as she wanted. This pleased her. Now, however, she was of course not pleased.

Eyes tearing up with the pain from Swarna's vice like grip, Vivek begged for forgiveness. And yet, he knew it was futile.

Sarala slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Vivek. You're a slave, and you can't even do such a simple job right." And so saying, she signaled to Swarna. All three of them knew what was coming. Swarna increased her grip on his hair and pulled him back. His nudity and hairless body was further pronounced as he arched his head. She also spread his legs. Swarna lifted her right leg and brought it forward quickly. All her weight and strength on a kick which didn't travel that far and landed with a massive thud. On his balls. Vivek screamed in pain. And yet, as usual, he was still fully erect which only added to the pain.

"Please, madam. I will make it up to you. Please-" Vivek begged but groaned as the leg only went back again. The second hit brought him sprawling to the floor. He clinched his balls. However, as soon as Sarala walked forward, he clutched her feet. He planted loving kisses on her heels.

"Please, madam. I didn't see the message-" His speech was cut short as her shoes rammed into his mouth. Vivek's eyes widened, but he didn't protest. He knew better than to disobey. He began to lick the soles, his tongue swirling over the leather. Sarala watched, a satisfied smile on her face.

"That's it, slave. Lick them clean," Sarala murmured, her eyes on Swarna. Swarna was enjoying this, enjoying watching Vivek debase himself for Sarala. When Sarala's shoes were clean, Vivek asked her permission, removed the shoes and began to suck her toes, his mouth working over each one with reverence. Sarala moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closed. She was enjoying this, enjoying the feel of Vivek's mouth on her feet. She allowed him to lick it clean and then, without warning, she kicked him out. And then, smiling viciously, she proceeded with her other foot straight to his balls. She kneaded his cock and balls so hard, Vivek was bawling with pain. Both women knew that the walls were quite soundproof because their slave had paid extra out of his own pocket to ensure that. A metaphorical pocket, of course, since he was not allowed any clothes.

Finally, she stopped kneading his cock and told him to get ready for his real punishment.

"Fetch the Karma!"

Vivek instantly fell at her feet. "Madam madam, please madam. Not that, please. I am really sorry."

Sarala let him beg. Even now, 5 year later, she loved the feeling just as she did the first time. A fully grown man. Naked, completely. Not a stitch on! Grovelling at her feet. Begging for mercy but at the same time, knowing there wasn't going to be any. She allowed him to plead for a minute before replying. "You can fetch Karma with or without the lube. Your choice."

At that, Vivek stood up. He was going to fetch Karma, which was the name for their large black dildo. They usually reserved that only for very big mistakes and it had been months before he had been subjected to it. He marvelled at the scene as he saw it as though form a third person POV. He was the only one earning and yet, his salary went directly to his wife Swarna and he had to beg for his allowance. Although, he had to admit, she generously sent his mom's monthly allowance without the slightest delay. And now, he was walking to the room, completely naked, a room which he had paid for to fetch the dildo he had paid for to be abused by it on the hall table that he had paid for, just because he had not sent an OTP. And yet, he knew, he would not raise a peep. He could not imagine his life without Swarna and this was the price he had to pay for that.

Sarala smiled, her fingers tracing the length of the dildo. "This, Vivek, is your punishment. How dare you embarrass me in a store? Tomorrow, you are coming to the store with me, and tell all the members of the store that it was you who didn't send the OTP and you are going to buy me a much more expensive phone, on your credit card of course, with an apology."

Vivek kissed her feet, and replied. "Yes, madam. Please forgive me." She told him to get into position and he went over the table and clutched the ends.

Sarala smiled, her fingers moving to his ass. She rubbed the tip of the dildo against his hole, making him moan. "You like that, don't you, Vivek?"

Vivek nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "No, madam. Please, please, don't do this." However, his pleas fell on deaf ears as Sarala calmly brought Karma in front of him. She extended it and Vivek instantly went to work. He opened his mouth and took the dildo fully in.

Sarala laughed, her fingers moving the dildo in and out of his mouth. "You like that, don't you, Vivek?" Vivek shook his head, unable to speak with his mouth otherwise occupied. Swarna smiled from behind him, her hand moving to his cock. She stroked him, while Sarala moved the dildo in and out of his mouth. Vivek moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"Then, why are you raising and raising hard, naked boy."

Sarala laughed, her hand moving faster. "Yes, why indeed, naked boy."

She continued to tease him, the dildo moving in and out of his mouth, while Swarna's hand stroked his cock. Vivek moaned, his body writhing in pleasure while his mind was in massive torment at the humiliation he was undergoing. Swarna's hand moved faster. "Don't you dare cum, naked boy." Vivek moaned, his body tensing as he almost came, his cock almost ready to explode. Sensing the same, Sarala laughed, pulling the dildo out of his mouth. At the same time, Swarna stopped and Vivek clutched the table harder and with an incredible effort, he stopped himself. "Good boy," Swarna said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Now, get ready for round two."

Vivek looked up at her, his eyes glazed with misery. "Please, madam. Please, I am begging you."

They brought him to edge two more times before finally pushing the well-lubed dildo in. Vivek screamed with pain as they mercilessly went in and out. However, they were generous enough to let him cum this time. They then made him sit on the table for an hour. With his butt on fire, every second sitting on the hard wooden table was only increasing his pain. And yet, it did not even occur to him to disobey. He begged and begged and when they finally allowed him to stand up, he kissed their feet at their generosity and rushed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.