Akash And Sakshi Humiliation of submission CH - 4

Sakshi knelt on the cold marble floor of the living room, her body still aching from the night’s brutal hogtie. The saree clung to her curves, its fabric a stark contrast to the raw vulnerability she felt. Her long braid hung down her back, a silent testament to Akash’s rules—uncut, unyielding, and always under his control. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a pale glow over the room as Akash’s friends lounged on the plush sofas, their laughter echoing like a taunt.

“Nice leash you’ve got there,” one of them, Raj, had joked earlier, his fingers still tangled in her braid. Sakshi hadn’t dared to respond, her gaze fixed on the floor as Akash explained the rules with a smug smile. “She’s not allowed to cut it, no matter how long it grows. She’s got to manage it.” Raj had yanked on her braid, testing its strength, and Sakshi had bitten her lip to stifle a wince.

Now, as the sports blared on the television, Sakshi sat quietly, her knees pressed together, her hands resting on her thighs. The air was thick with the scent of beer and popcorn, the sounds of the game mingling with the occasional jeer from Akash and his friends. She had served them snacks, her movements deliberate and submissive, her eyes never meeting theirs.

“Sakshi,” Akash called, his voice cutting through the noise. She looked up, her heart pounding. “Unzip them. One by one. And let them use your mouth. Rough or softly—however they like.”

Her breath caught, but she nodded, rising to her knees. The first man, Raj, smirked as she approached him. His boots were scuffed, his jeans tight around his thighs. She reached for the zipper, her fingers trembling slightly, and pulled it down with a soft hiss.

“Come here,” he growled, grabbing her braid and pulling her closer. She knelt before him, her face inches from his crotch, and he thrust his hardening cock into her mouth without warning. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. His hands fisted in her hair, guiding her movements, his breath hot against her ear.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Suck it like you mean it.”

Sakshi obeyed, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head. She could hear Akash and the others laughing, their voices distant as she focused on the task at hand. Raj groaned, his grip tightening in her hair, and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, and then he was cumming, his release hot and bitter as it filled her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, her cheeks hollowing, and he pulled away with a satisfied smirk.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her head like a dog.

Sakshi moved to the next man, her face still flushed, her lips swollen. This one, Amit, was quieter, his gaze intense as she unzipped his pants. He didn’t grab her hair or force her—instead, he let her take the lead, his hands resting on her shoulders as she leaned in.

“Slow,” he murmured, his voice low. “Take your time.”

She nodded, her breath steady as she took him into her mouth. His cock was thicker, his skin smoother, and she moved deliberately, her tongue tracing the veins along his length. He groaned softly, his fingers digging into her shoulders, and she felt a strange sense of power in his surrender.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he whispered, and then he was cumming, his release less forceful but no less intense. She swallowed, her eyes closing briefly, and he pulled away with a nod of approval.

The third man, Vikram, was rougher. He grabbed her braid the moment she approached, yanking her forward with a laugh. “Let’s see how well you handle this,” he taunted, shoving his cock into her mouth without preamble.

Sakshi gagged again, her eyes watering as he thrust into her, his grip tight in her hair. She tried to focus, her hands resting on his thighs for stability, but he was relentless, his movements bordering on violent.

“Swallow it all,” he commanded, and she did, her throat working as he emptied himself into her mouth. He pulled away with a laugh, his breath ragged, and she knelt there, her face flushed, her lips slick with his release.

Akash was last, his gaze cold and appraising as she approached him. “On your knees,” he ordered, and she obeyed, her hands resting on her thighs. He unzipped his own pants, his cock already hard, and she leaned forward, her lips parting.

“Not yet,” he said, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder. “Let them watch.”

She froze, her heart pounding, as he grabbed her braid and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous mix of tenderness and dominance. “And they know it.”

He thrust into her mouth then, his movements slow and deliberate, his grip tight in her hair. She moaned softly, her body responding despite her humiliation, and he smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it all.”

She did, her lips moving in rhythm with his thrusts, her hands clutching at his thighs. He groaned, his release hot and thick, and she swallowed, her eyes closing as he filled her mouth.

When he pulled away, he pushed her back to the floor, her face glistening with their combined cum. “Stay there,” he commanded. “Let it dry.”

Sakshi knelt, her head bowed, her breath ragged, as the laughter of Akash and his friends filled the room. The cum dripped down her chin, into her hair, and she felt it crusting on her skin. She could hear them joking, their voices laced with amusement, and she bit her lip to stifle a shudder.

“She’s a good little pet,” Raj remarked, and Akash chuckled.

“The best,” he agreed, his tone proud.

Sakshi closed her eyes, her mind racing. She was theirs to use, to humiliate, to control. And yet, as she knelt there, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their touch, she felt a strange sense of belonging. She was Akash’s, and this was her place—on her knees, at his feet, her braid a symbol of her submission.

The game droned on, the laughter continued, and Sakshi remained where she was, her face a mask of calm, her heart a storm of conflicting emotions. The cum dried slowly, a sticky reminder of her role, and she wondered what the next command would be.

The tension lingered, thick and heavy, as the afternoon wore on, leaving Sakshi to wonder what other humiliations awaited her in the days to come.