Day 4: Owning My Mute Slave Wife in Hyderabad – The Fucking Machine Arrived and I Left Her Impaled on It for Seven Straight Hours While Her Family Thought We Were Shopping in Charminar… She Blacked Out Three Times and Still Begged for More

I woke up to the sound of the delivery bell at 6:12 a.m. and the feeling of her throat already convulsing around my morning wood.

She had learned fast — sometime in the night she had wriggled down the bed as far as the short collar chain would allow, managed to get her mouth on my cock, and fallen back asleep sucking gently like it was a pacifier. When the bell rang her eyes snapped open, but she didn’t pull off. She just looked up at me with those huge, pleading eyes and kept swallowing around my shaft while I stroked her hair.

“Good fucking girl,” I growled, and rewarded her by fucking her face until I flooded her stomach with the first load of the day. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean while I checked the delivery app — the fucking machine had arrived.

I dragged her out of bed by the leash, still dripping cum from the corner of her mouth, and made her crawl to the front door naked. The delivery boy’s eyes nearly fell out when I opened it just enough to sign — he caught a glimpse of collared, naked, wedding jewelry flashing as she knelt behind my legs, face pressed to my thigh like an obedient pet.

I tipped him extra for the rush delivery.

Back in the playroom (formerly the guest bedroom), I set the machine up while she knelt trembling in the center of the floor, wrists locked behind her back, inflatable plug still monstrously swollen in her ass from last night.

The machine was beautiful — matte black, hydraulic, dual penetration capable, with two thick silicone cocks (one 9 inches, veined, one 10 inches with a brutal upward curve), adjustable speed/depth/angle, remote control app on my phone, and a sybian-style clit stimulator attachment that could vacuum-suck or vibrate at 10,000 RPM.

I made her watch every second of the assembly.

Then I made her lubricate both dildos with her mouth — deepthroating each one until drool poured down her chin and her mascara ran again. Only when they were glistening did I position her.

Strapped her face-down on the padded bench first, ass high, legs forced wide by spreader bar, wrists cuffed to the front legs, collar chained short so her face was pressed to the floor. I removed the inflatable plug slowly — her hole stayed gaping for a full ten seconds before slowly closing, red and puffy and perfectly ruined. I didn’t give her time to recover.

I slammed the thicker dildo straight into her cunt in one thrust — no machine yet, just me forcing it in by hand so she felt every vein. She screamed silently, back arching, squirting instantly around the silicone. Then I positioned the second one at her asshole and pushed until both were buried to the hilt.

I locked everything in place, turned the clit sucker on low, and hit start.

Speed: 15%
Depth: 60%
Pattern: long, slow, punishing strokes.

She came within ninety seconds, body seizing so hard the bench creaked. I kissed her tear-streaked cheek, whispered “Be good,” and left the room.

For the next seven hours I worked from my home office while her family spammed her phone (which I had, of course) with messages:

“Where are you both? Charminar shopping na? Send photos beta!”

I replied from her phone with selfies I’d taken yesterday — her in a beautiful green saree smiling sweetly in front of the old mirror, captioned “Stuck in traffic aunty, will reach soon inshallah ❤️”

Meanwhile, in the playroom:

Hour 1–2: Slow, deep, relentless fucking on both holes while the clit sucker pulsed gently. I checked on her every twenty minutes, cranked the speed for thirty seconds until she was at the edge, then dropped it back down. By hour two she was sobbing continuously, hips trying to chase the dildos even when they pulled almost all the way out.

Hour 3: I switched to alternating thrusts — cunt deep while ass shallow, then reverse. Added random high-speed bursts via the app whenever I felt like it during Zoom calls. She blacked out the first time at the 2 hour 47 minute mark — body went completely rigid, eyes rolled back, massive squirt that soaked the floor mat, then limp. I paused the machine, slapped her face until she came back, wiped her tears, and started it again on a faster setting.

“Stay awake, slave. You don’t get to escape this.”

Hour 4–5: I flipped her onto her back, legs in the air, arms still bound. Re-inserted both cocks — this time the curved one in her ass to hammer her g-spot from behind. Turned the clit sucker to medium and left it there. Walked in during lunch break to find her a complete wreck — face covered in snot and tears, drool pooling under her cheek, both holes obscenely stretched and shiny, pussy lips swollen to twice their normal size. She was mouthing something over and over — I leaned close and realized she was trying to say “please please please” with no sound, just desperate lip movements.

I fucked her throat while the machine kept going. Came down her throat, then wiped my cock on her face and left again.

Hour 6: Max speed for ten-minute intervals, five minutes off. She blacked out twice more. The second time she actually pissed herself from the intensity — hot stream arcing over the machine while her body convulsed. I didn’t stop it. Just watched on the camera feed while eating biryani, stroking my cock lazily.

Hour 7: I finally walked in, turned everything off, and pulled the dildos out slowly. Her cunt gaped like a fucking tunnel. Her asshole wouldn’t close at all — stayed open a full inch, quivering. She was limp, breathing shallow, eyes completely glazed.

I thought she was done.

Then she did something that made me fall in love with her all over again.

She weakly lifted her hips toward me. Begging.

I lost it.

Threw myself on her and fucked her destroyed cunt raw — no condom, no lube, just brutal ownership while she lay there taking it like the perfect broken toy. Came so hard inside her I saw stars, then flipped her over and took her gaping ass too, adding a third load to whatever was left from the past days.

She came again when I filled her ass — a broken, full-body spasm that milked every drop out of me.

I unstrapped her, carried her shaking body to the shower, washed her gently for once. Cleaned the machine with her tongue while I held her up. Fed her dinner kneeling — pani puri crushed into a bowl, eaten like a dog while I finger-fucked her slowly.

Then bed.

New rules starting tomorrow: permanent remote control vibrating plug with GPS tracking whenever we leave the house. Because Day 5 her cousins are coming over for “newlywed dinner” and we’re hosting a small family dinner.

She will cook, serve, smile, laugh silently at their jokes… while I edge her under the table with the app in front of fifteen relatives.

She is already shaking just thinking about it.

Day 4 complete.

The machine is charging overnight.

Tomorrow it gets used again — both of us are going to need the recovery.

My mute slave wife is no longer human.

She is a set of holes that exist only for my pleasure.

And she has never been happier.