Disclaimer: I don't post "Erotica", this is a journal entry.

For context we're a kinky Indian couple who are pretty traditional in terms of our romance.

She has been my slave for 8 years, and it was time to give her a more traditional kind of collar: A mangalsutra.

To earn her steel slave collar, though, she still has to wait. She needs to be trained even more rigorously. A part of being a "slave" is her complete devotion to me. She must please me in every way. She must obey my every command. She must be ready to be punished whenever I feel like she needs to be. We do have a safe word, but I don't remember when the last time she used it was. She is a slave. She must please me, even if she suffers.

She is not very liberal in terms of her leanings. She is more like a good old-fashioned housewife who secretly enjoys her husband's whimsical demands and the hard beltings she's dealt if those demands aren't met. I like that, and I use her well. I sometimes beat her till her whole body shudders in pain, and she hugs my feet tightly and begs me to stop. I dress her up as I please and face fuck her till she cannot take it anymore, and I fuck her raw till her dripping wet cunt dries up, and cannot take it anymore. She loves being my bitch, my footrest and my little doll, and she's even okay with me pissing on her and slapping her face hard whenever I feel like it. Yet, the one thing she struggled with was me playing with other girls. After all, Viraj loved Jhanvi in the TV show she used to watch as a horny teenager rubbing her clit. He loved her even when he was torturing her.

That's enough about her. We were married. She was now my subservient wife, and we immediately left for Thailand for our honeymoon. I'm sure you've heard about how pretty Thai beaches, jungles, and women are! We had a really fun time exploring them all. I love my girl, and I made sure we visited the best beaches, resorts, and restaurants.. and strip clubs.

Bangla Street in Phuket is a long stretch of go-go bars, with topless women dancing on poles along the street, sex shows, and a lot of finer establishments with even prettier and more skilled women. You can take your pick on whatever you like. Each bar has a theme, and girls with ribbons on their stockings also work as prostitutes that you can take home for a price.

I picked a strip club; it's one of the two best ones, and we were in! She had never been in a strip club before. Even though the street outside was lined with topless pole dancers, she was pretty shocked when we walked in. It was pretty early in the night, and the club had very few customers, but with 30-40 stunningly beautiful strippers on pedestals, some of them completely naked, and then there were the two of us, with our big shiny wedding rings, with her intricate mehendi, sindoor and a mangalsutra around her neck. It was like a harem indeed, and I felt like a king. I lay my gaze on all the beautiful bodies in front of me, with a drink in one hand and my completely shocked slave wife in another. We sat there for a while, looking at the harem of naked beauties. I didn't want to overwhelm wifey.

There was a tall one with long legs dancing on the nude stage in front of us. She had some sword-like tattoos on her chest and back and a serpentine tattoo on her legs. She was stunning; and was looking straight at us while she danced. There weren't many folks in the club, and a newly-wed Indian couple certainly wasn't the usual demographic of customers for them. I could feel the gaze of many of the girls on us. She was soon replaced by a shortie with small tits and a perky ass. I really like petite shorties. Then came another girl with huge jugs, and five minutes later there was another naked beauty with a perfect figure in front of us. My wife was getting comfortable; she was soon pointing out the chicks she found hot. Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was because the crowd was growing and a lot of girls were starting to cozy up to customers. My slave tends to get wet at the drop of a hat. I wanted to take it slow and go back home before things went out of hand.

"That one," she said. "You should get a lady drink with her. Please have fun! Stop thinking about me." I shrugged. "I like the one with the tattoos, though. She's hot!". We looked around for her, but she was already taken by a guy. "Well, we should have done this earlier, I guess," I said.

"But please LOOK at the girl I picked! She's really pretty!"

I looked at her again. My cuckie slave wife was right. The girl was pretty. In fact, a little too pretty. She looked East Asian with a glowing round moon-like face, her pale yellow skin looked flawlessly smooth; she had the perfect figure; and she was looking right at us! We ordered a lady drink with her. The mama-san came, confirmed our order with a laser pointer and soon she was sitting next to me with my arm around her.

Her name was Lucy. Her skin really was flawless. Cold to the touch but not too cold. I am at a loss for words on how to describe the texture, but "smoother than silk" is a good way to say it. She had a strong accent, "I have been watching you both since you came inside! You are a really cute couple." She beamed. She then turned to my wife and asked her if she'd be okay with me touching her. That was very nice of her to ask my cuckie slave wife for consent.

"Yes, please sit on him. Please!", my wife said. So much for taking it slowly. "Okay!" - said the stripper and hopped right on. She was facing away towards my wife, kind of like I was a chair she was sitting on. I was one happy motherfucking chair. I ran my hands all over her body and her perfect boobs.. which.. turned out to be fake. I had never felt silicone boobs before, but I know now that I like squeezing and torturing natural breasts. Silicone one are hard, plus there was a scar mark below her breasts. "Do you like my breasts?" the stripper asked me. "Sure! Yes, they're amazing," I lied. I continued feeling her body up, her waist, thighs, tummy. "Oh! you must be used to natural ones, right?" - she looked at my wife and reached out towards her chest. "Can I touch them?" she asked her.

"Yes! Sure"

WHA-?? What? Wait, what? Before I even realized what was happening, Lucy's hand was inside Zoe's bra.

"Zoe is straight, right?" - I thought to myself.

After a couple of seconds of feeling her up, Lucy had her hand out again and was talking about how silicon breasts changed her life or whatever. I was looking at Zoe. That's new. Zoe looked pretty flustered.

"Oh you're a very, very lucky man, and you're a very good wife!", Lucy exclaimed. Well, thanks, Lucy, and you're a very good stripper and you showed us a really nice time.

Lucy really wanted to spend the night with us (It's her job. Plus, we look nice. <3), but I decided it was enough for the night. We ended our adventures, went back to our hotel, fucked, and went to sleep cuddling up with each other.