“Fateh”, I took her husband with me to the washroom. Narges stood there, naked, ready to pee.
“Yes, sahib?” Fateh was trying desperately, like he had all morning, to hide his hardness.
“Your wife has saved you from being in debt, and perhaps from going to prison,” I informed him, “You must show her your gratitude by satisfying her.”
“Yes, sahib.”
I ordered Fateh to lie down on the dirty wet washroom floor.
“Narges,” I turned to his wife. “Squat over to his face, and urinate there.”
Narges didn’t hesitate at all, and quickly placed her ample thighs either side of Fateh’s head and with her cunt over his open mouth, gushed out a salty piss drenching Fateh’s face and hair.
“Now rub your ass over his filthy face.”
She sat down with her full weight on his head, rubbing her wet pussy and the smelly unwashed anus back and forth over her husband’s crestfallen but aroused face. He could almost hardly breathe as Narges began to cum, squirting her pussy juices all over Fateh’s face and into his mouth.
I wasn’t done humiliating Fateh yet.
As Narges got off Fateh, he could see my zip undone, and my cock dangling over his piss and cum covered face, and his wife Narges was then standing behind me, giggling like a schoolgirl while holding my cock.
I then started to pee. I poured out a hot stream all over Fateh, drenching him from head to foot. Shaking the last drops of pee from my cock, I ordered Narges to lick and clean my cock.
“You are fit to use as a toilet,” I told Fateh, “And your wife is my toilet paper, cleaning my dick of pee.”
“Yes, sahib.” Both husband and wife replied in unison. Their submission to me was now complete.
I smiled. The first of my slaves were now here.
Ever since Narges had come willingly into my arms, leaving her hapless husband watching, I had hatched a plan. I am a rich man with a big business in the USA. I also do some import work from India, so I have a mansion in Kolkata. My family lives in the USA, but I come every month to Kolkata for ten to twelve days. And I usually hire maid servants from a temp agency. Now, I could see myself at the head of a harem. A harem headed by Narges, my chief concubine, with her willing cuckold of a husband as a bonus servant. The first of many, I confidently thought. Seeing the husband and wife, naked, on their knees, submitting to me, was the first step in the realization of that plan. I had to make sure Fateh was a willing slave. If he had the slightest hesitation in this affair, this wouldn’t have happened. He enjoyed being a cuckold; he enjoyed the humiliation. I knew I had the slaves I wanted to start my household.
* * *
“Fateh”, I told him, once the couple were inside, and cleaned up and dressed. “I have decided to stay a while longer.”
“Oh.” His crestfallen face betrayed his anxious disappointment. “Sahib, were you not supposed to leave today?”
“Are you telling me to leave?” I thundered.
“Of course not, of course not, sahib!” Fateh hastily tried to pacify me. “I was merely asking, sahib.”
“I am going to stay here in your house for some time more, at least a week.” I told him and Narges. “While I am here, Narges will be my wife and you will be our servant. Do you understand?”