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How a lover became slave- part -6- enslaving my sis

2010-12-12T06:30:00.000+05:30

here comes the much awaited part-4 of the lover becoming slave --
if u missed the first part you can read it here- http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lower-became-slave-part-1.html
if you missed the second part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-2-honeymoon.html
if u missed the third part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-3-honeymoon.html
if u missed the fourth part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-lover-became-slave-part-4-munbai.html
if u missed the fifth part you can read it here
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-lover-became-slave-part-5-durga-and.htmland continue the fifth part from here---enjoy and do comments.

On the agreed date, Durga sent the car over to pick Guddi; it was evening and Guddi was very excited at seeing where and how I lived and tasting the life of luxury for the first time. When she arrived, Shanti greeted her and led her to the sitting area where Durga was in her high chair like a queen sitting on her throne. I was not permitted to meet her, so I was in the bedroom awaiting my instructions.

Guddi greeted Durga by touching her feet; Durga placed her hand on her head and blessed her. Shanti got a drink for Guddi which was drugged; these girls didn’t believe in wasting time!!! Guddi soon was dizzy and Shanti helped her by holding her up … she quietly led her to the torture room where I had been beaten up recently and tied her in a sitting pose on the floor. She soon lost consciousness and passed out leaning on the wall. When she came to, the room was pitch dark and her throat was parched. She cried out and tried to get up but found herself tied and unable to move. She called out to me and to Durga repeatedly, shouting and screaming our names and calling for help. She was scared of the dark and right now she was in terror. She screamed for hours with no reply and eventually passed out with exhaustion.

When she came to, she was faced by Durga and Shanti standing before her with me on my hands and knees, kissing Durga’s feet. She looked lost and disoriented and asked Durga for help with getting lose. Durga said “well, on one condition that you agree to live here as my slave and maid servant.” Guddi was still confused and kept asking for help … she looked at me and asked me to release her … she wanted to go back home. Durga laughed at this and we left the room leaving her in the dark and screaming for help. She soon starting to cry and promised to do as she was told … she was thirsty and was dying for water. After leaving her in this condition for a few more hours, we returned; Guddi was more cohesive now and asked Durga why she was doing this’ Durga replied “your brother lied to me and married me under false pretexts … your entire family will pay the price … he is already at my feet, now it’s your turn … will you spend the rest of your life as my maid and my slave?” Shanti was scared and her submissive nature was in full view. She promised to do as Durga told her to, she wanted to be released and begged for some water.

Durga smiled and said “first let me be sure you will obey me … Shanti, pee in her mouth and if she refuses to drink it, then we’ll just leave her here without food or water.” Shanti looked at Guddi “ready for this?” Guddi nodded and Shanti raised her skirt and peed at Guddi’s face … Guddi strained to catch all the pee and quench her thirst and gulped down all that Shanti gave her. Shanti opened her arms first and stepped back … Guddi prostrated herself at Durga’s feet and begged to be released “Bhahi I will do as you say … always obey u … please let me go … I beg you.” She was sobbing and crying with fear and holding on to Durga’s feet. Durga kicked her away “I am not your Bhabhi … call me Goddess … today you are alive because of my kindness, else I can kill you and feed you to my dogs … you will disappear without any trace … remember that always. And call Shanti Malkin … you will do as she tells you … you work for her now.” Guddi was in fear for her life and obeyed Durga. Shanti released her and told her to crawl behind her like I was … she paraded Guddi through the house making it clear to all what her status was. The servants were snickering at her and Guddi was totally humiliated.

Shanti gave her instructions on the chores she was to do in the house and for her personally … to enslave her totally, she was told to lick Durga and Shanti’s footwear each day … this was one chore less for me, I thought selfishly! When the instructions were imparted, Shanti brought Guddi back to where we were sitting and told Durga she had instructed her and Guddi was ready to serve in any way required. Durga smiled and pointed to her feet “come and thank me for keeping you as my servant.” Guddi placed her head on her feet and thanked her for her kindness. She looked at me with disgust and I could see she blamed me for getting her into this situation. I looked away, but Durga caught the look “yes, bitch, it’s all your brother’s fault for trying to make a fool of me with his stories and lies … now you all will pay for that and live at my command.”

At night after dinner, we all went into Durga’s room for the night entertainment. Durga said to Guddi “Kutiya, do you want revenge from this slime?” she readily agreed and asked what she had to do. The look on Guddi’s face was very disturbing and was very afraid of what was to follow. Durga said “kick his balls, punch his face, scratch his face … do what you like for bringing you to this state in life … go have fun!” Guddi fell on me will all the pent up hatred and frustration … she kicked my balls hard and I doubled up in pain … she kicked my face, slapped me pulled my hair, kneed my face … my nose was bleeding and I was trying to protect myself from her fury but there was too much frustration built up for me to stop … eventually she got tired and slowed down … Durga and Shanti were laughing at this action. When she stopped, Guddi looked at Durga who clapped and cheered her “good for you … now you have your frustration out, come over to me.”

Guddi went over to Durga and Shanti grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor onto her fours “chal kutiya ban ke baithi reh … ab humari baari hai.” I assisted her and Durga with their strap-ons feeling relieved that tonight I may be spared (I was quickly turning self centered). Durga had the first go, using her pussy and ass by turn … Guddi hadn’t had sex since her divorce and was not prepared for the size of the strap-ons that both were using … she was first moaning then screaming in pain and Durga and Shanti were having a great time … my task was to lick the feet of who ever was using Guddi. Soon both had had their way with my little sister … now they decided to do double penetration, with Shanti on the floor her strap on in Guddi’s ass, Guddi and then Durga on top with her strap on in Guddi’s pussy … Guddi was in agony but these two were having the time of their life … I was licking both their feet by turn. Soon they tired of this and Guddi had almost passed out with pain and was limp. They then looked at me “revive this bitch … lick her pussy till she wakes up” Durga kicked me and I got to work.

I had never had any sexual thought about Guddi so this was very hard for me to do … I just looked at Durga and saw her expression and knew there was no mercy for me … I started my task by spreading her thighs and started to lick her pussy as told. Soon Guddi revived and because I was being gentle, she got turned on without realising who was licking her. She was moaning with pleasure but realised that both her rapists were looking at the action and laughing. She saw I was licking her intimately and she immediately screamed with surprise and tried to push me away. Shanti took up her cane and started beating Guddi on her shoulders and back “chup kutia … awaaz nahin …” Guddi kept quiet but was already excited … she lay back and started to enjoy herself. When she was sufficiently aroused, I was told to stop and make way for Durga and Shanti … they wanted to dominate her in other ways this time.

They started out by laying her on the floor and inserting a small vibrator into her pussy, which got her high again and she started moaning and thrusting her hips with pleasure; just as the pleasure was increasing, Shanti clamped her erect nipples with clothes pegs … the pain was mixed with the pleasure and Guddi shouted with the sudden pain “no no nahin please … dard ho raha hai … isko hata deejiye” Shanti just laughed and placed more clothes pegs on her pussy lips … that really hurt and she stopped thrusting. But soon the pain and pleasure began to mix and she was moaning with the pleasure of the vibrator and resumed her thrusting despite the pain … she soon climaxed and moaned loudly with pleasure. When she started climaxing, Shanti grabbed her hair and pulled her to Durga’s feet and pulled her to her knees, face on her feet; this left her ass up. She was told to start licking Durga’s feet and Shanti started spanking her ass cheeks hard SMACK … SMACK … SMACK … the pain and pleasure was mixing for Guddi.

I realised Durga was deliberately doing this to make Guddi her pain and sex slut and the plan was working as Guddi continued to moan with pleasure, licking and sucking Durga’s feet and even thrusting in rhythm to Shanti’s spanks. This went on for some time till Guddi had multiple climaxes and almost passed out with the sheer pleasure. This game stopped and Durga asked Guddi how she felt “Goddess, you are really amazing … this is the most fun I have ever had … my husband was impotent and couldn’t give me any pleasure; he also abused me and beat me daily. In fact this was the reason that I left him and broke up the marriage. You have given me such an amazing experience that I will willingly stay as your slave and obey you totally.” She then bowed and placed her forehead on Durga’s feet in total surrender. She was sent to Shanti’s room to serve as her maid while I went with Durga as usual.

How a lover became slave- part 5-Durga and parents

2010-12-12T06:14:00.003+05:30

here comes the much awaited part-5 of the lover becoming slave --
if u missed the first part you can read it here- http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lower-became-slave-part-1.html
if you missed the second part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-2-honeymoon.html
if u missed the third part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-3-honeymoon.html
if u missed the fourth part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-lover-became-slave-part-4-munbai.html
and continue the fifth part from here---enjoy and do comments.

Durga suddenly expressed a desire to meet my parents in their house (“Mere in-laws hain bhai, we should meet and get to know each other”). I was a taken aback at this, but didn’t have the guts to ask the reason for this, but I was sure this was one of her games for her own amusement. Anyway, she told Shanti to make the arrangements. My parents were of course taken aback by the fact that I had married without their knowledge, as I had told them I was going on a vacation with some friends. Because I didn’t speak with them, they pestered Shanti with questions, which she politely deflected saying that we would answer all questions when we met them. We duly drove off in her swanky Mercedes 500 to the shabby neighbourhood that I used to call home.

The entire neighbourhood was abuzz with the news of my marriage and that too in such a rich family; seeing the car, the neighbours went berserk and came out to ogle at the car, my wife and at me. We entered with Shanti and Durga was at her most charming; she was dressed in jewellery that was worth more than the value of the house; the shabbiness of the place was in sharp contrast to Durga’s lifestyle but she made herself at home there. I was permitted to behave normally for now, so no one suspected the truth. Durga carried gifts for my parents and my sister and they were easily the most expensive possessions they ever had. The jewellery and the clothes were fabulous and Durga was very gracious in the house.

Durga presented my parents with a very special gift, a framed picture of the Hindu Goddess Kali … I noticed that the face of the image was her own and I realised that my parents would henceforth be worshiping their daughter in law under this pretext. She also presented them with a pair of wooden clogs that are traditionally worn by sadhus; I realised that she had been wearing them at home for the past week, so effectively my family would place her foot wear in their temple and worship them each day. I kept mum on this and decided to let matters take their own turn. No one noticed as they were too overawed by the gifts and my Mom duly placed both items in the prayer corner in the house and bowed to them, much to Durga’s delight. Durga also expressed an interest in being able to see them at all times (claiming we missed them) and installed a few webcams in the house. She was now able to keep an eye on the happenings in the house … this was ingenious!!!

All this time, my sister Guddi was hanging on to Durga, totally smitten by her wealth and charm, to the extent of sucking up to her totally. Durga was in her element and was exchanging looks with Shanti, both noticing the submissive nature exhibited by my parents and Guddi. I could see plans being hatched in their minds and I already felt sorry for my family and the trap that I was leading them into.

After dinner, we decided to leave though my parents were insisting that we stay and even offered to have us move into the house … like that was going to happen!!! We took their leave and Guddi very dutifully touched Durga’s feet which delighted her. She didn’t bow to my parents, instead just hugged them and invited them to her house to visit and even stay if they so wanted. When we got into the car, Durga and Shanti laughed and mocked my family, calling them losers and idiots … she said “Well they’ll be worshiping the right goddess now, so that’s good for them. Shanti, keep an eye on them to see they worship me properly … else I’ll have to re-teach them religion.” She turned to me and said “you know chutiye … your sister will make a nice maid in my house … what do you think?” Shanti immediately said “Wonderful idea Didi … she is fully trained in house work and I can teach her the rest … in any case she will be living a better life that in that house.” I begged them both to please leave my sister alone and not enslave her as I knew that is what she would become in this house. Durga looked down at me (I was on the floor of the car) “I didn’t ask your opinion … now you will help me in this … understood?” I kept on pleading with them both to not do this to Guddi.

When we reached home, Durga told Shanti “Take this harami and teach him to obey me.” Shanti grabbed my collar and led me to a room I had never seen before. Though I was much stronger than her, I didn’t have the guts to struggle or try to get free. Instead I meekly let her lead me in. she locked the door and turned the lights on … I nearly fainted with fear when I saw the room … it was outfitted like an ancient torture chamber with whips and canes on the walls, rings in the ceiling to tie people to, and some very strange looking furniture that I had no idea what it was for and didn’t want to find out. I fell to Shanti’s feet and begged for mercy, but she was in no mood to grant me that. She tried to tie me to a set of rings in the ceiling, but I resisted and kept holding her feet and begging for mercy. She got irritated and grabbed my hair in one hand and slapped me repeatedly; she reached out to the nearest cane and started beating me on the back and head with it … WHACK … WHACK … WHACK … I eventually loosened my grip on her feet and tried to protect my back … I was also feeling faint and dizzy with the repeated blows to my head. Shanti used this to grab my hands and tied them to a rope, which she then passed through the ceiling hooks. Now I was her prisoner and totally helpless. I realized the room was soundproof and the servants in any case were loyal to Durga and would not intervene.

Shanti then took a whip and started whipping me all over … back, chest, legs, arms, even face … I was screaming in pain and begging but she was merciless. She kept going till I passed out with pain and went limp. She waiting till revived and started again … there was blood on my body and I was incoherent with the pain. Eventually she lowered me to the floor and said “think about what you did today and how you want to live … I can keep you here and really have fun with you as nothing will give me more pleasure that beating you up each day.’ I asked “what do you want from me?” “Total and complete obedience with no questions asked … you are Durga’s property now and she has the power of life and death over you. If you dare question any decision of hers this is what will happen to you. Think about it and let me know when I return.”

I lay on the floor in pain and cried at my foolish attempt at getting rich in this way … I was now totally trapped and there was no way out … these people could kill me and get a fake certificate from a doctor. I decided that we are all born to a destiny and bound by it … it’s mine to be a slave to Durga and if Guddi has a similar fate, so be it … plus I had no will to bear any more beating. When Shanti came into the room the next day and looked down at me, I begged her to release me and that I would do what ever Durga wanted, now and in the future. She pulled on the ropes to pull me in a standing pose and said “let Didi decide … if I had my way, you would rot in this room for the rest of your life.” Durga came in and laughed at my situation “you look good CD, Shanti did a great job as usual.” I begged for mercy and swore to obey her totally and without question for the rest of my life and to be a good and obedient slave for her. Durga smiled and said “ok, let’s see how sincere you really are.”

At Durga’s gesture, Shanti let me down and untied my ropes; I fell at Durga’s feet and swore complete loyalty to her, explaining that I had new realised that it is my fate to serve her and be her slave and that I had accepted my fate. Durga wanted me to invite Guddi over to stay for some days and assist Durga and Shanti in enslaving her. Without any hesitation I swore to do as told. Durga said “I may want to enslave your parents too … are you ready for that?” I said “Yes I will do what ever you want me to, I am surrendering myself to your power. As of this day, I have no will of my own … I am totally your slave.”

At Durga’s instructions, I called home and spoke to my parents … I told them that I want to see them at their prayers at certain times so that we can see them worship and join them from our house (another lie, as Durga wanted to see my parents worship her pic). They of course agreed and then I invited Guddi to stay with us, claiming Durga was very fond of her and wanted to get to know her better. They agreed and we decided on the date and time to pick her up.

The trap was laid and Guddi was all set to be the next toy in the house for Durga and Shanti.

To be continued

How a lover became slave- part 4-mumbai and the new godess

2010-12-12T06:05:00.001+05:30

here comes the much awaited part-4 of the lover becoming slave --
if u missed the first part you can read it here- http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lower-became-slave-part-1.html
if you missed the second part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-2-honeymoon.html
and if u missed the third part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-3-honeymoon.htmland continue the third part from here---enjoy and do comments.

We arrived back in Mumbai and there was a huge Mercedes to receive us, driven by a chauffer and accompanied by a woman named Shanti … she greeted Durga by respectfully touching her feet and addressing her as “Didi”. For me, she had a cool reserved “Hello” and ignored me after that. On the way home Durga explained that Shanti was from a very abusive marriage and had suffered tremendously. She was rescued from her husband by the efforts of Durga and she was totally loyal to her to the point of being blind to her faults. Durga in turn trusted her totally and treated her like a sister; Shanti treated Durga like an elder sister in spite of the age difference between them. I missed the significance of this till later as I was enjoying the luxury of the car and was still basking in the holiday abroad.

It turned out that Durga’s family owned a huge estate outside the city that we were now moving into and would be our new home. The estate was loaded, swimming pool, tennis court, extensive manicured lawns, fully staffed … the entire works … I was excited at this taste of luxury that was beyond my wildest dreams. The house was staffed with servants and maids who were all very discreet and respectful to Durga, but not so much to me … I guessed it was because of my lower financial status, but I was past caring. I fantasised about living The Lifestyle and compared it with my life before marriage. In spite of the situation I was in, the life before me made up for all the pain and humiliation that I had endured on the honeymoon. I was starting to feel grateful to Durga for this lifestyle and started to feel this life was worth it.

Another reality check occurred when we were settled into our room; I had carried out the required chores per Durga’s list … I was kneeling on the floor pressing her feet when Shanti walked in … I looked embarrassed and stood up to go sit in the other chair; Shanti just looked at me and laughed “CD, lage raho … don’t stop for me” Durga was really angry at my action. Shanti came and sat on the floor by Durga’s feet and asked a few things about the house. After answering the questions, Durga looked at me “you’ll never learn will you? You and your stupid male ego … I will set a few rules now … when I am in the house, I am in charge, followed by Shanti … you are to obey her at all times as if they are my instructions. When I am not in the house, Shanti is in charge … she is my most trusted person … you are an opportunist who has lied to me from the start … I married you for my convenience and not because you are worthy of being my life partner. Always remember that. Now get back to your task … never ever stop serving me no matter what happens … DO YOUUNDERSTAND???” I nodded and mumbled an apology and went back to the floor and pressing her feet. Shanti looked on very amused and I got a bad feeling about her.

The next day Durga had plans to meet her college girl friends and had no intentions of taking me along. After she left, Shanti called me into the sitting room … when I walked in, she was sitting on a sofa with her feet up on a table. There were other servants in the room whom she was giving instructions for house work. She gestured me to the floor by her feet and I saw the other servants snigger at that … I glared at them, swallowed my pride and sat where indicated. Shanti dismissed the servants and looked at me “so mister, you think you are the son in law of a rich family and the boss of this house?” I stammered “Shanti I didn’t know your position in this family and how close you are to Durga …” SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP “behen chod … randi ki aulaad … naam se bulata hai! Teri maa ki choot … itni himmat aa gayi tujh me …” 4 more tight slaps … I stammered “but I didn’t know what you want … please don’t hit me” I looked scared and folded my hands to apologize. Shanti reached to her side and pulled out a cane … I started begging and pleading for mercy “no please Shanti ji … please mat maro … bahut dard hota hai …” she just smiled and stood up “chal kutta ban … tujhe to aaj sabak sikha hi doon”.

I realized it was futile to plead and went on my fours and braced for the caning. I felt a strong kick to my ass that really hurt “Harami … pant kaun neeche karega … main?” I quickly undid my jeans and lowered them to the floor, exposing my ass to Shanti. WHACK … WHACK … WHACK … Shanti started caning my ass and made no attempt to quieten my cries of pain … I was in tears with the pain and humiliation and groaning loudly in pain with each stroke. Eventually my skin broke and blood oozed out … this caused her to stop and she sat back down in her position “remember always to call Didi as Goddess … when Didi is home, call me Ma’am and when Didi is not home, I am Malkin for you … remember the same rules apply as Didi gave you for our interaction” I nodded silently and placed my forehead on her feet “Malkin, please forgive me … I will always obey you. Please tell me what you want me to do.” “I am going to inspect what the servants have done so far … you crawl behind me like the dog you are and kiss the floor where I walk … if you miss, just remember that I am not as soft hearted as Didi is and I will not take any pity on you.” So for the next hour, I crawled all over the house kissing the floor behind Shanti and was seen by all the servants … they all sniggered and passed comments on the position of the new groom and the so called master of the house. After being thoroughly humiliated and my position in the house firmly established, we returned.

Shanti walked back to her room and sat to relax and watch TV. I was thirsty again and asked her if I could have some water. She looked at me and said “wait, I don’t feel like peeing just yet … yes, for the rest of the day you will drink my pee … get used to this now.” I pressed her feet while she watched her shows and waited for about an hour before Shanti went to the bathroom to pee. She called me in and told me to drink from the bowl … when I lowered my face in she stepped on my head and pushed my face into the water, just like Durga had done. I finally got to drink and in the process noticed her pee smelt and tasted different from Durga’s … the things I was starting to learn! I crawled back and noticed it was past lunch time … Shanti was served food in her room and I served her like I did with Durga; she left food on her plate for me to eat, spat on it and crushed it with her sandal. She told me to lick the sandal clean, then it again into my food … I ate my entire meal from the sole of her sandal, and then licked the plate clean. When I was done, she kicked me hard in my balls and laughed as I rolled about in agony.

Shanti made an inspection round of the house to ensure things were in shape for Durga to return and I crawled behind her still kissing the floor. After the inspection, she decided to nap … my task was to press her feet till she slept and then start licking her sandals clean … they had never been cleaned before and were dusty … I finished as many as I could before she woke up and inspected my work … of course it was not to her expectations and I got kicked in the balls again for my effort … the pain was becoming bearable and I was quickly getting used to this abuse.

Durga returned and Shanti and I greeted her, Shanti by touching her feet again and I by kissing her feet … now I crawled behind Durga kissing the floor and followed them to Durga’s room … she was tired and describing the day to Shanti … she flopped on the sofa and put her feet up … I quickly got to my duties of removing her shoes and licking her feet clean and sucking her toes. Shanti updated her about my performance that day and of the punishments inflicted on me … Durga wanted to see the new welts and I duly stripped to show her … she touched them and dug her nails deep in … I screamed with pain and both laughed. Shanti said “Didi want to hear a louder scream?” I begged them both for mercy but Shanti called for salt cellars from the kitchen and rubbed salt into a welt … I screamed louder with the pain and kept begging for mercy.

At dinner time, Durga ate first with me under the table worshipping her feet, Shanti and the other servants serving her … I ate her leftovers and joined her in the room. Shanti was there too and joined us in the night entertainment … I then realised that Durga was a Bi and Shanti was a lesb … they both made out first, then turned to me … both used my ass taking turns, with the other strap on in my mouth sucking it. I felt like a cheap whore and was totally humiliated by this. Still, my body deceived me and I found that I had cum “Didi, this slut likes it … see the mess he has created.” “I know, this harami pretends to not like this but he really has fun.” I licked my cum clean and then licked their feet as they made love on the bed. Eventually they both slept and I managed to get some rest as well.

To be continued...

School girl in short skirt tramples a boy in class

2010-11-11T09:38:00.000+05:30

HI mistresses and stupid slaves...here is a very fresh video of a school girl aged 16 years ...she tramples his class mate ....by putting her feet on his chest...superb video,,,watch it....

your comments are always welcome....

godess nidhi from bihar...PART-2

2010-11-08T07:19:00.001+05:30

Hello friends, Let me tell you my second story which is in continuation with first one this has really boosted up my Domina attitude.
I will continue in Hindi, I feel it better that way.
Us din hum log afternoon me Patna pahuch gaye. Agle din Raat ko meri didi (Elder sister) ki shaadi thhi.
Since I was tall, Saree suited me the best. Mai dark geen saree aur black strappy high heels me bahut achhee lag rahee thhi. Log meri bahut taareef kar rahe thhe. Mandap me jaane se pehele Ladke waalon ki taraf se kuch shagun aata hai aur pooja hoti hai.
Shagun lekar 8 log aaye thhe. unme se sirf do log bade thhe baaki sab 15 saal se kam ke honge. Meri height sab se zyada thhi (tho I was of their age). Sab mere saamne bachhe lag rahe thhe.
Meri didi aur baaki sab log gaddo (Mattresses) par baith hue thhe puja shuru hone waali thhi. Bahut saare log ikattha (Gather) ho gaye aur aas paas khade ho gaye. Mai bhi aage jaakar ek gadde ke upar khadi ho gayi. Maine apni sadals nahi uthari thhi. Mere aas paas sab bachha party thhi jo shagun lekar aayi thhi.
Puja shuru hone lagi.
Jahan par mai khadi thhi waha zyada roshini nahi thhi. All lighting was near puja place.
Tabhi maine feel kiya ki mere pairon par kisi ne apna haath rakha hai. Maine dekha ki ek ladka jo about 14 yrs ka hai, meri saree ke neeche haath dalkar mere pairon pe haath rakha hai. No one can see his hands as it was under my saree. But he was looking at puja point as if he does not know what he is doing. Maine apna pair thoda sa side hata liya. Thodi der baad fir uska haath mere paer pe aa gaya. wo dheere dheere apni ungliyan mere paeron pe firata raha.
Mujhe achha lag raha thha. Maine apna right paer hata liya aur turant (immediately) apna paer uske haath par rakh diya. Us ladke ne upar dekha, mai use neeche dekh rahi thhi, wo thoda daraa hua lag rahaa thha.
Mere right shoe sole ke neeche uska left haath thha aur uske neeche mattress thha. Isiliye usko dard kam ho raha thha. Fir maine apni righ paer ki heels uske haath par rakh di aur pressure badha diya. Dard ke wajah se usne apni ankhe band kar li aur mere paer ke paas jhuk gaya. Usne apne right hand se mere right paer ko pakda aur meri taraf dekhne laga AS IF HE WAS BEGGING.
Maine smile kiya aur usko ishara kiya ki mere paer par apna sar (Head) rakh de . Usne waisa hi kiya. I was just taking care that no one should see us.
Fir maine apni heels uske haath se hata li. Poor boy had clear mark of my high heels.
Mai ek pillar ke sahare khadi thhi, that boy got some relief. aur wo seedhe baith gaya. Kafi der tak usne koi harkat nahi ki lekin wo mere feet ko baar baar dekh raha thha. then I saw, usne dheere se apna haath mere sandals ke paas laya aur meri sandals ki heels ko touch karne laga. But he was not touching my feet.
Fir wo mattress par upside down let gaya aur puja hote hue dekhne laga. Wo ulta leta thha aur uska kandha(shoulder) mere sandals ke paas thha. Maine dheere se apna paer uski peeth par rakh diya aur heels ko uski peeth me gusane lagi.
Wo maze lene laga. Log hamari activities kobaccho ka khel samakh rahe thhe aur kisi ne attention nahi diya.
Aadhe ghante baad puja khatam ho gayi aur log jaane lage. Sab log chale gaye sirf mai aur wo ladka thha .
Wo abhi bhi ulta leta thha par uske sar bhi mattress par gira hua thha uski aankhe band thhi. maine socha shayad wo so gaya. Maine bahar jane ke liye apna paer aage badhaya, fir maine socha kyu na isko trample karti hui chaloo. Maine uske back par paer rakhkar aage badhi to wo dard se chilla utha aur seedha ho gaya, ab uska face upar thha. Maine uske chest par apna paer rakha aur naam puchha, usne Nishant bataya. Maine pucha kyu kar rahe thhe, usne kaha tumhare paer bahut sundar hai aur heels me bahut achhe lag rahe thhe mujhe choone ka man kiya.
Maine apna paer uske chest se hata liya, to usne kaha, mat hatao mujhe achha lag raha hai, aapki didi ke bhi paer bahut acche hain mera mann kar raha hai ki mai hamesha unke paeron ke neeche leta rahu.
Since I was still kid of only about 14yrs, my feet still did not give mature look, but my didi who was 22yrs had certainly beautiful feet and she took good care of her feet. She is cool friend of mine so I knew that she loved her feet. I share most of the thing with her.
Just when we were talking, didi entered and sat on chair. she was damn tired. She couldnt sleep whole night yestrday.
Wo chair par baith gayi aur ludhak gayi. She said to me Nidhi yaar aaj to mar gayi, abhi sari raat jaagna hai. Kuch karo yaar.
Then I told as a joke. "Di" meet nishat from jiju side, he says your feet are very beatiful and he wants to stay under your feet forever. Di said Wow is that so ? and then Me and Di laughed like anything and Nishant was surprised he dint know that we were cool friends. Fir di ne kaha 'Isko to mai sasural me dekh lungi'. Nishant hairaan thha, wo samajh nahi paa rahaa thha ki ye kaise ho gaya.
Maine didi se kaha Try karna hai? Didi ne haste hue kaha why not.
Maine nishant se kaha ki apni shirt utaro aur didi ke paer ke paas let jao. I thot that he will deny but he was sitting silent. Then i got up and latched the door,and went to him. Maine uske baal pakadkar kheeche aur kaha chal be. Fir maine di ko kaha lets ragg him.
Usne fir apne aap shirt utaari aur di ke paeron ke paas let gaya. Di ne haste hue apne bare feet uske chest par rakh diye. Wow they were gorgeous. She looked down to see his reaction. Nishant ke chere par hawaiyan ud rahi thhi. Wo samajh nahi paa raha thha ki wo kya kare.
Hum dono khoob hase. Fir di ne haste hue kaha, Nishu agar aise hi raho to chalega? Mujhe achha lag raha hai . Nishu ne haan me apna sar hila diya.
Fir humne TV on kar diya, aur dekhne lage. Mai TV dekhte dekhte Nishu ki pant ki taraf dekha. Uska erection bahut prominent ho raha thha. Maine andekha kar diya.
Di looked down to see him, probably she also noticed the erection, and then she covered the erected portion with her left feet.
Mai ye dikha rahi thhi ki mai TV dekh rahi hoon par mai side se sab dekh rahi thhi. Jaise hi di ne apna paer uske penis par rakha, uske face par paseena aa gaya, wo ghabra gaya. Fir thodi der baad usne aankh band kar li as if he was on paradise.
Di ne jab dekha ki uske face pe bahut paseena aa gaya hai to apne paer se uske ponchh (Wipe off) diya. Di ne apna pura paer uske chehre par firaya. She thot I am not watching. But I was watching everything. This was my future. I could see pleasure in Nishu's face. I was getting what was happening.
Fir thode aur fun ke liye maine kaha, di abhi sandals kaun di pehenogi. aapke paas to char pair hain, ek meri mummy ne delhi se khareeda hai total 5 ho gayi hai.
She said 'tum batao is lehenge (Wedding dress) me kaun si achhi lagegi.
Maine bola Try karke dekh lete hai, I opened her bad and found all boxes of fanc sandals. I saw 3 of them with normal heels but 2 were with very high and sharp heels.
Pehele maine ek HIGH HEEL sandal nikali aur Nishu ke pet par rakh di aur di se kaha, pahen kar dekho. Di ne thoda gussa dikhate hue kaha Ye kya kar rahi hai pagal ispar mere sandals kyun rakhe tune? Maine chidhate hue kaha, abhi seekhoge nahi to sasural me raaj kaise karoge. Di laughed meanwhile Nishat as usual was perplexed with his situation.
Di ne socha mai bacchi hun isliye mazak kar rahi hun, but somewhere I wanted Nishant to suffer under her feet. I wanted to see how a male suffres under a female feet and that to Sandals.
Di ne haste hue kaha Sorry Nishu, bhai meri behen ne kaha hai to karna padega, are you ready. poor boy did not have any choice. Di's right feet was on Nishu's chest and left was on his penis. Di did not want to lift her left feet. I was sitting at small stool to see things more closely. di ne apna Right Paer uthakar sandal me dalne lagi jo Nishu ke pet par thhi
NOW I WILL DESCRIBE WHOLE SCENE VERY CLOSELY AS I ENJOYED IT A LOT:
DI NE TV DEKHTE HUE SANDAL DALNE LAGI.. DI WAS LUKING AT TV WHILE WEARING IT. I WAS STARING AT HER FEET ACTIONS...

DI NE JAB APNA PAER DALNA SHURU KIYA TO NISHU KE PET KA SKIN DI KI SANDAL KE SOLE KE NEECHE HILNA SHURU KIYA
DI KE PAER DALNE SE PRESSURE MEIN CHANGES HO RAHE THHE AUR NISHU KA SOFT PET UPAR NEECHE HO RAHA THHA.
DI NE JAB APNE PAER KI UNGLIYAN SANDAL ME DALNE LAGI TO SABSE PEHELE SANDAL KI HEELS PE GAYA. BECAUSE OF THIS PRESUURE ON HEEL SIDE INCRESED. MAINE HEELS KO NISHU KE PET ME HALKA SA GHUSTE DEKHA.
FIR DI KI UNGLIYAN DHEERE DHEERE SOLE KI TARAF SARAKNE LAGI. NISHU KA PET SOLE KE NEECHE DABNE LAGA.
BECAUSE OF STRAPS, DI KA PAER THODA ATAK RAHA THHA, DI NE TV DEKHTE HUE NEECHE JHUK KAR APNE HAATH SE STRAP KO UPAR KIYA. THIS SCENE WAS HEART SKIPPING AND I WISHED ME TO BE THERE. DI KE JHUKNE SE PRESSURE ME EKDAM SE INCREMENT HUA AUR DI KI SANDAL NISHU KA PET ME BAHU ANDAR TAK CHALI GAI. MAINE NISHU KA CHEHRA DEKHA. USKE CHERE PAR DARD SAAF DIKH RAHA THHA.

LADIES SANDALS (MULES) KA TOE THUMB STRAP CHOTA HOTA HAI AUR THUMB BAHUT MUSHKIL SE JATA HAI. NOW THIS SCENE WAS GLOROIUS,
DI NE APNA TOE THUMB, THUMB STRAP ME DALNE KE LIYE PAER KO PUSH KARNE LAGI,
BECHARE NISHU KE PET PAR TO JAISE TOOFAN AA GAYA. USKE PET CAR ACCELERATOR (PEDAL) KI TARAK DABNE AUR UTHNE LAGA.

FINALLY JAB DI NE SANDAL PEHEN LI THEN SCENE WAS SOMEWAHT LIKE THIS.
HAVE YOU PEOPLE SEEN MOVIE 'GODZILLA'. IN ONE SCENE THE SHOWN FOOTMARKS OF GODZILLA ON WET LAND. GODZILLA NE JAHA BHI APNE PAER RAKHE, WAHAN USKE PAER KE SHAPE KA GADDHA BAN GAYA. SAME HERE..
NISHU KE PET KE JIS AREA PE DI KI SADAL THHI WO SARA DABA HUA THHA BAAKI PORTION UTHHA HUA THHA.
HEELS KE NEECHE TO CONE BAN GAYA THHA. DI NE NEECHE DEKHA AUR NISHU KO DEKHKAR HASNE LAGI. FIR DI NE APNA PAER NISHU KE CHEST PE SARKAYA. DI KE HEELS NE NISHU KE CHEST PAR REDDISH LINE BANA DI. DI NE HEELS TAB TAK SARKAYA JABTAK SANDALS KI TIP NISHU KE CHIN KO TOUCH KIYA. DI NE KAHA ' GUD CHOICE'........................

Godess Nidhi from Bihar...[hindi story]

2010-11-01T06:11:00.000+05:30

Hello, I am Nidhi Singh from Patna.i am 22 years of age....Give your comments after reading the story..

I dont know why, but I have immense desire to dominate, crush and get myself served by others since my childhood. Rather I loved crushing insects and I brutally crushed them whenever I got chance. I really wanted to trample someone and get my foot licked and sucked desperately, but i never had guts to do that. I thot only I am like that and that kept me obnoxious about myself. I was very tensed about my desires as i was growing till I went to Amsterdam when I was 13year old. You know Amsterdam is country where all sexual activities are legal in some areas. People come to these places to satisfy all my desires. Since then I started becoming domina and now I am a complete one I believe. I have directly or indirectly dominated around 90 people and if I include pet animals then it will be in thousand. Because there I learnt how to dominate and make others your slave. even female are my slaves.
Before proceeding I want to introduce myself. I belong Delhi but my 50% time is in Patna as my father is Businessman and has property here in Patna. I am 5'9" tall. I have normal fare face look, but I have extremely good Palm and Feet and body figure and I take good care of them as they are source of my pleasure.

Right now I am 19 and I am doing BSc, I want to do course in advance Animation Technology. So I must have good hand in Hindi also. I will type rest of matter in Hindi to get myself Trained and ease of expressing and Understanding. Hope you like it. But for sure these stories are as true as words typed here. I am saying that because many of stories out on net are either manipulated or untrue. I like this site becasue of HEMA story as I also have a slave who is similar to slave writing hema story. Hope you all can undersatnd Hindi. Complement me for daring to become domina. Seroiusly I am notorious Domina.
Bachpan se hi main ek cruel type ki ladki rahi hoon. Pata nahi kyu mujhe roaches aur grasshoper aur doosre keede marna bahut accha lagta thha. Jab main 8 saal ki thhi to maine ek bada cockroach dekha, mere pairon me rubber chappal thhi. Maine roach ko apne pairon se dabaya. Woh sirf ghayal hua aur langdata (Limping) hua chalne laga maine do teen bar try kiya par wo mara nahi kyunki meri rubber chappal soft thhi. Fir maine apni mummy ki hard sole aur thin block heel jo wo market ya casuals me pehenti thhi, waali chappal peheni aur roach ko pairon se dabaya. Bechare cockraoch ka doodh nikal aaya aur wo papad ki tarah pichak gaya. Maine zor zor se uspar block heel se attack kiya, uska to halwa hi ban gaya. Tab se mujhe samajh aaya ki hard sole block heels kaafi effective hai. Maine fir rubber chappal lena band kar diya aur hamesha hard sole wooden ya PVC chappals lene lagi. Mujhe TRAMPLING DESIRES hone lage. Mai hamesha chahti thhi ki mere pairon ke neeche hamesha koi rahe. Ek do baar maine apne chhote bhai ko zameed par gira kar uske upar pair rakhe par wo rone lagta thha. Thank God kisi ko aaj tak doubt nahi hua.
Meri height jaldi badhne lagi aur mai apni AGE se zyada MATURE lagne lagi. 12 saal ki AGE me main 15 saal ki lagne lagi. Mujhe samajh aane laga ki meri koi harkat mujhe DEFAME kar sakti hari. Meri desires pagalpan tak badhne lagi. Ek din maine ek chhota puppy sadak par dekha. Main use uthakar ghar le aayi. Use naukar ko dekar saaf karwaya aur ani rabbies injection lagwaye. Ghar me maine declare kar diya ki mujhe PET chahiye aur use main rakhoongi. Mere papa mujhe kabhi mana nahi karte.
After getting everything done. Maine us small doggy ko doodh pilaya wo mere saath khelne laga, BUT MY WISH WAS TO MAKE IT SLAVE.
It was evening time Meri family ko kisi shaadi me jana tha,Maine bath liya aur salwar suite aur block heels waali chappal pehen kar tayyar ho gayi. Fir jab sab log jaane lage to maine mummy ko kaha ki mere pet me dard ho raha hai shayad period ka problem hai.
Mummy ne mujhe rest karne ke liye kaha. THATS WHAT I WANTED. Jab sab chale gaye to main ek chair par baith gayi aur apne puppy ko pya se bulane lagi uska naam maine tab hi rakha LOSER. Wo chalta hua mere pairon ke paas aa gaya. Maine apni chappal utaari aur uspar apne Feet rakh diye. Wo dab gaya kiyo kiyo karne laga. Par maine pai nahi hataya. Thodi der baad maine apna Foot dheere se uske sar par firaya, oooooohhhhh uska soft fury skin mujhe bahut sukh de raha thha. Wo bechara bhi shayad apni aukaat samajh gaya aur chup ho gaya. Usne apna sar mere pair ke saamne jhuka diya. Uske chhote se sar pe mere FEET curves ke neeche tennil ball ki tarah ghoom rahe thhe. Uske sar pe maine apne dono FEET rakh diye aur maza lene lagi. Wo bahut pyara thha isliye usko hurt nahi karna chahti thhi. Maine ABOUT 1 ghante tak uske saath khelti rahi. Tabhi kisi ka phone aaya main pick karne ke liye doosre ROOM mein gayi. Wapas aayi to dekha ki LOSER idhar udhar ghoom raha hai. Main chair par baith gayi aur TV on kar diya aur Movie dekhne lagi. Mujhe neend aa gayi aur chair par hi mai so gayi.
Thodi der baad LOSER ghoomta ghoomta mere pairon ke paas aa gaya. Mai RESTING MODE me thhi to maine apne LEGS STRECH kare hue thhe aur mere feet ka sole zameen se oopar thha. LOSER ne apna sar mere FEET ke neeche daal diya aur wahi baith gaya. Meri jab aankh khuli to maine use apne FEET ke neeche paya. Jaise koi Goddess ke temple me apna sar zameen par jhukata hai aur Devi ke Feet ke neeche sar rakhta hai, theek usi tarrah. Main SURPRISED thhi, shayad DOGS ko isiliye best friends kaha jaata hai, apne owner ki WISHES aur EXPECTATIONS wo bahut jaldi samajh jaate hai.
Muje uspar bahut pyar aaya. Maine dheere se apne FEET ko oske sar pe ragda aur uske SAR ko apne FEET se pakda jaise samosa ko TONG se pakadte hain aur use PAMPER kiya. Since then I never touched him with hands, I always pampered him with my feet and later with chappals .
Lekin meri with badhti jaa rahi thhi, mujhe Huma slaves chahiye thhe.
For about 9 months I used to play with looser but my hard desire to make someone under myfeet was increasing. I was also getting tensed about my this surprising desires and thot why god made me like this and blesse me something thats becoming curse for me. I always asked myself, IS it only me who is like that, do I always have to satify with dogs and insects? Am I misfit in this world?
When I was 13, I requested my father to go to Amterdam where my Chacha was staying in coming summer vacation. He agreed. Maine apne liye Naye kapde khareede, aur sandals bhi liye. Maine teen sandls khareede Ek white ek black aur ek red. White aur black high sharp pointed heels waale thhe. Mere height acchi thhi & after wearing sandals I was looking damn attractive i must say. Mirror me dekhne ke baad I mujhe laga ki I am fit to rule someone.
In Amsterdam, we stayed with my chacha. It was 2 months trip good to be at cold place in Hot summer of Delhi. Meri dosti ek Dutch ladke se hogayee jo mere chacha ke frienda ka beta thha Uske naam Nathan thha mai uske N bulati thhi. Ek din N aur mai Amsterdam City Centre ghoomne gaye. Shaam hui to N ne kaha LETs GO BACK. Maine kaha I want to stay for some more time. He was hesitating but I insited. He said it is not right place for Indian culture this time, but I insited. Jaisi raat hone lagi, night life shuru hone lagi.you can find people having Marijuana weeds on streets and all unsual scenes. N forced me to return back,I said I want to see all that. I asked him, dont cops catch them, he said its leagal here at this time and here only. Maine uske icecream ki request ki, N parlor se Icecream lene gaya. Tabhi 3 ladko ka group Marijuana ki cigarette peete jhue jaa raha thha, teeno nashe me jhool rahe thhe. Group to nikal gaya lekin ek ladka ruk gaya. Wo mere paas aya aur bola OH INDIAN.. DELHI.. JODHPUR.. JAIPUR? I said YES. He stared at me, I was getting scared. I was wearing Woolen top and jacked and jeans and black heeled sandals.
He kneeled down. Mai apne Legs cross karka baithi hui thhi, mera Right Leg mere Left leg ke upar thha aur right foot ki sandal hawa me thhi. Usne mere sandal ki heels apne muh ( Mouth) me daal di aur choosne laga. Mujhe jhatka laga. Wo ye sab publicly kar raha thha. Par logo ko koifark nahi pad raha thha. India hota to ab tak bheed lag gayi hoti. Usne meri sandal chatna shuru kar diya. Usnne apne gaal mere sadals ki sole pe firaye. Tabhi N aa gaya. Uske haath me do Icecreame cones thhe. N ne us ladke ko Dutch bhasha me kuch kaha, to wo ladka mujhe sory kehkar chala. gaya. Maine N se pochha ki wo kya kar raha thha. N ne bataya ki wo foot fetish thha. Maine uuse Foot Fetish Ka matlab samjha. N ne mujhe wo sab bataya jo aap sab jaante ho isliye likhna zaroori nahi. Maine N se kaha ki usne ladke ko kyun bhagaya mujhe accha lag raha thha. N ne smile karne hue ignore kar diya, use laga main mazak kar rahi thhi. Par mere mann me aag lagi thhi. mera mann kar raha thha ki us ladke ko dhoondh kar uske muh me poora FEET daal doon aur use apne pairo ke neeche litakar uske RIBS aphe heel se maar maar kar tod doon, uski aankh me apni heels ghusa doon aur uske balls ko sandals ki aage ki tip se markar phod doon.
Par mujhe apne emotions control karne pade.

Raat bhar main us SCENE ko IMAGINE karti rahi. Sapne me bhi wo aane laga.
Poore do mahine Amterdam me bitane ke baad. Mai wapas delhi aa gayi. Meri pyaas badh rahi thhi. Sach me oos Time agar mujhe koi slave milta to mai oose Trample karke maar hi deti.
Meri height ki wajah se mujhe log 15 ya 16 saal ki samajhne lage.
Kuch dino baad hamein Patna jaana thha. Wahan se shaadi ka invitation aaya thha. School khulne me abhi 15 din thhe so maine socha mai bhi jaaungi.
Because of less time we didnot get Flight ticket but my father managed to book train ticket but not in AC class, Normal sleeper class.
It was Friday, we boarded train, as you all know that sleeper class is very crowdy and often in Patna trains you will find people sleeping on floor.
Hamari 15 berth booked thhi. Sleeper class me log beedi peete hue mil jayenge aur mujhe bahut suffocation hota hai. Isliye maine sabse pehli lower berth select kar li aur mere father ne upar waali. Kyuni mai raat me Window kholkar bahar dekhna chahti thhi.
Raat ke 11 baj gaye thhe, logo ke snoring ki awazen aane lagi thhi, mai khidki ke paas baithi thhi, Mai abhi bhi Amsterdam waali incidence ke baare mein soch rahi thhi.
Beedi ki smell ki wajah se muje vomiting si aa rahi thhi. Mai uthi aur toilet ki taraf gai. Toilet hamari cabin ke next hi thha.
Mai toilet me ghusne waali thhi, tabhi maine dekha ki ek aadmi Door ke samne waale wash basin ke paas baith kar drink kar raha hai aur beedi pee raha hai. Maine usko bola ' bhaiya beedi band kar do' usne meri taraf dekha aur kuchh badbadane laga, wo poori tarah nashe me thha. he was totally out. Wo jhul raha thha. Mujhe uspar gussa aaya, par mai toilet gai aur fir wapas aakar apni berth pe baith gayi.
Tabhi muje ek ajeeb IDEA aaya. Mere papa ko neend ki beemari hai, unke bag me hamesha neend ki goliyan hoti hai. Because I serve my father those tablets so I knew how much is safe. Maine chaar goliyan nikali aur apne berth corner se jhaank (PEEP) kar dekha. Wo aadmi ek glass me daroo dalkar pee raha hai. Mai uthkar paas ke wash basin par gayi aur muh dhone ka natak karne lagi. Basin ke mirror se mai dekh rahi thhi Jaise us aadmi ne apna face bottel ki taraf ghumaja, maine jaldi se palatkar uski glass me chaaron goliya dalkar chali aayi.
Maine dekha ki oose kuch samajh nahi aaja aur wo aaram se DAROO glass me dalkar peene laga. Mai apni berth pe aakar baith gayi aur Time ka intezar karne lagi. Kisi tarah maine aadha ghanta bitaya. t was about 12 O Clock midnight. I peeped and saw man has fallen asleep and lying on floor upside down. Uske haath me beedi abhi bhi sulag rahi thhi.
Maine apni patli (thin) Block heel waali chappal peheni, wo chappal muche hamesha domina banne ko encourage karti hai. Uske patle white straps me mera FEET pura dikhta hai. Wooden block heel ke neeche kuch bhi aata hai to crush ho jata hai. Maine kucch bags ko corridor pe daal diye aur bhar diya, So that no one can use this side toilet. In any case all our 15 berth were fro, 1-15 and I knew my family members. No one gets up till morning when asleep .
Fir mai uski taraf chale lagi, mera dil zor zor se dhadak raha thha. Iwas thinking, kya aaj meri saari wishes puri hogi? Kya aaj mai wo sukh le paungi jiske liye mai kab se tadap rahi thhi. I was 13 and half years, but I was tall and so heavy. I wore salwar suite and those white chappals.
Thodi der tak mai uske paas khadi rahi, wo zameen par leta thha, aankhe band thhi. Maine socha ' kahi ye mar to nahi gaya? ' Mai dar gayi. Check karne ke liye maine darte hue apna left Feet uske Nose ke paas le gai. Uski tez saanso ki hawa se mujhe pata chala ki wo zinda hai.
Maine fir himmat kee, uski sulagti hui beedi jo uske right hand ki finger me fansi hui thhi ko apne left feet ki chappal se hilakar uske Right hatheli (Palm) par le gayi. Aur fir ek jhatke he apni chappal uske hatheli par rakh di. Sulagti hui beedi ooski hatheli pe crush hone lagi. Maine dekha ki uski Body me ek jhatka sa hua. It meant that pain shook his body tho he was not in senses.
Do batein confirm ho gayi, ek ki wo zinda thha aur dusra buri tarah behosh thha. Goliyon ne accha asar dikhaya thha.
bas fir kyaa thha .. mai shuru ho gayi..
Mai uske sar ki taraf gayi aur basin ki taraf ghoom gayi. Ab uska sar mere left feet ke paas thha aur mera face basin ki mirror ke taraf thha.
Maine apna left Feet uske Maathe ( Forehead) par rakkha aur pressure badhaya. Main mirror me apne baal sawarne lagi.
5 minute baad maine apna paer (feet) hataya. Maine dekha uske Maathe pay meri chaapal ke sole ka nishaan ban gaya hai, meri block heel ke borders saaf nazar aar rahe thhe. even price tag ki sticker ka impression bhi nazar aa raha thha. WoW mai to maano saatwe aasman par thhi. Itni khush mai pehele kabhi nahi hui. Fir maine uski Shirt ko upar kiya, ab mujhe uska CHEST aur uska pet ( Belly) dikh rahe thhe.
Maine apna left pair uske CHEST par rakkha, uske Chest ke baal meri chappal ke neeche ragad rahe thhe, mujhe mehsoos( FEEL) ho rahaa thha. Hard sole chappal ka ye ek fayda hai, aapke paer (FEET) ke neeche baal tak ka pataa chal jaata hai.
Maine apni chappal uske seene(Chest) par zor se ragadi. Uske baal tootne lage aur seena laal (REDDISH) ho gaya. Uske chehre (FACE) par dard ke expressions aa rahe thhe.
Fir maine jo kiya wo mai hamesha chahti thi. Maine apna doosra paer bhi uthha liya aur uske seene par khadi ho gayi.Mere hard sole ke neeche uske ribs kad-kad-kad kar rahe thhe. Mujhe EXPONENTIAL PLEASURE mila. Fir maine uske pet par apna left par rakha. USka pet mere chappal ke neeche dabta( SINK) chala gaya ( His belly sunk under my chappal). I was standing on him like goddess Kali with one foot sunk in his belly and other slightly raised up on his chest. Mere pair ka PRESSURE itna zyada thha ki uske muh (MOUTH) se kuch Daaroo bahar aa gayi and he vomited some liquor. He opened his eyes for a moment. Lekin mai bahut CONFIDENT thhi. Maine apna Right paer jo uski chest pe thha, usko uthakar uski EYES par rakh diya. Uski aankh mere chappal ke neeche thhi. Agar wo dekh bhi raha hoga to use sirf mera sole nazar aayega.
Usne dard me AAH ki awaz nikalne laga. Mai uspar se utar gai. Mai wapas mere berth pe gayi wahan se maine ek aur need ki goli nikali. Aur us aadmi ke paas gayi. Maine uski daaroo ki bottel uthayee, Uske haath ki ek ungli ko maine apni block heel se CRUSH KIYA, dard se uska muh khul gaya aur aawazein nikalne laga
par uski aankh band thhi. Maine immediatly Goli uske muh me daal di aur daroo pila di. fir wapas apne seat par chali gayi. raat ke 1 baj rahe thhe. but for me itwas brightest time. after 15 minutes I came and saw that he lost his senses again.
Maine fir apna right paer uske chehre par rakh diya. NOW HIS FACE WAS COVERED BY MY CHAPPAL LONGITUDALY. i.e. HIS FOREHEAD WAS UNDER MY THIN BUT STRONG BLOCK HEELS. HIS NOSE WAS INFLATED UNDER CURVE BETWEEN CHAPPAL HEEL AND CHAPPAL SOLE. SOLE OF MY CHAPPAL WAS RIGHT ON HIS MOUTH AND CHIN.
Maine apna pressure badhaya. Mai uski naak(Nose) apne chappal ke neeche FEEL kar rahi thhi.
Fir maine wo kiya jiski ummeed mujhe apne aap se bhi nahi thhi. Maine apna right paer uthhaya aur BOOM,.......... uske face pe laat maari. Meri block heel uske Nose pe lagi. Dard se uski Body BEND hone lagi lekin EYES close thhi. Fir maine chappal ki 2.5 inch ki lock heel se wo kiya jiske liye ye heel bani hai. Maine uski NAAK ko apni block heel se dabaya and crush it in same way I used to crush roaches.
Mai tab tak CRUSH karti rahi jabtak uski naak se khoon nahi nikal gaya. maine uski naak tod di thhi. Fir mere ander CRUEL Nidhi Jaag uthhi. Maine uski budy pe zor zor se laat marni shuru kar di.Maine khoob mara. Uske muh se awaze nikalne lagi, Maine apna ek paer uske muh par rakh diya. Meri chappal ka sole uske naak ke khoon se laal ho gayi thhi. Maine ek zor ki laat uske muh par maari, Meri block heels ne uska Daant (Tooth) Tod diya. Train ki dhad dhad se meri laat marne ki awazein SUPRESS ho gayi thhi. Uska muh khoon se bhar gaya. Apne paer se maine uske gaal (Cheek) ko dabaya aur uska face wall ki taraf mod diya aur ek zor ki laat maari. Uka toota hua daant bahar aa gaya aur khoon bhi bahar aa gaya. Now atleast his throat will not chok . I gave 10-12 more har kicks by my both feet. Meri dono chappal ke sole khoon se laal ho gaye thhe. As if I am working in slaughter house.
Fir maine usko laat mar mar kar Train ki Wall ki taraf mod diya aur uska Face uski blanket se cover kar diya
I sat on TTE chair that is first chair that is made for TTE when he comes. Now I was thinking of how to clean my chappals.
I checked basin, no water in tap. I was now worried. In the morning I will be caught with so much blood on sole. Groaning voice of that man was increasing that meant he can be back in senses very soon.
I was resting on chair, I checked time it was 4 am. I became more tensed.
Tabhi maine ek ladke ko compartment ke doosre corner se aate hue dekha. My hearbeating started increasing.
Just then he came closer to me. He pushed bags that i kept on corridoor and wanted to cross compartmet through INTERCONNECTED GANGWAY. By this side door was closed so he stopped. He was about 16 yrs but short height. So I seemed bigger than him. He was begger and sweeper that sweps floor and collects money from passengers. He cleaned some dirt under my seat. My heart was pounding.
Fir usne meri taraf haath badhaya aur kaha, didi seat saaf ki hai paise de do. I ignored him and looked outside window.
He kneeled down and started begging. He tring to be a irritating notorious begger.
Then an disgusting idea struck my mind.
Maine us ladke se kaha, kitne chahiye, wo bola 5 rupaye. Maine kaha mai bees dongi mera kaam karoge. He jumped and said yes. I pulled some tissue from my bag and crossed my left feet on right leg. Now left chappal were in air. Maine uuse kaha, without touching my feet clean my chappal. He picked some tissues and strated rubbing Chappal soles.
I started looking at window, Cold Breez ne mujhe sula diya. about 20 min i wokeup due to shake in train. maine dekha wo ladka meri chappal chaat raha hai. Maine turant apna paer kheecha aur boli .. ye kya kar rahe ho, he said. Didi kagaz (paper) se ye saaf nahi ho raha thha to maine aise kar diya. I looked down, my soles were clean like new. Maine usse bola, doosri bh karoge, wo bola haan. Maine kaha . Mere pair ke neeche let jao. He lay on floor under my feet. maine apna Right paer uske face par rakh diya aur boli shuru ho jao.
He statrted licking like a dog, I kept my left foot ( CHAPPAL) on his belly I was in the same pose for about 10 min. Wo ladke itni garamjoshi ( Enthusiasm) se chaat raha thha ki mujhe usme ek slave nazar aaya. It was 4:45 am and thin streak of reddish Dawn blooming from east. And like all good things this must also be stopped for next good thing. I raised my feet and sawsole clean like never before. Fir mai uske upar khadi ho gayi aur apna salwar theek kira fir aaram se uske chere pe apna pair rakkha aur use trample karte hue utar gayi. Mere paer ke pressure se he vomited there. I smiled that boy also smiled i pulled my purse from my bag. Mai uske paas gayi. wo abhi bhi leta hua thha. uske pet me dard ho raha thha. Maine fir uske face par apni chappal rakh di aur softly crush karne lagi wo waise hi pada raha. Maine Purse kholkar usme se 50/- nikale aur ek aadhi anti infection tablet nikali jo mere father khate hai ( My father had undergione Heart surgery and had to take anti infection tablets, half is sufficient for kid below 16 yrs or tender people) fir maine apna paer uske face se hataya, uke face par bhi meri chappal ke nishan pad gaye thhe. I said gave to him and said isko kha lo. Then i went for loo. I came out and saw boy lying on floor and looking 50/- rupee note and examinig. I went close to him, hel looked at me and smiles but did not say any thing. Toilet me meri chappal ke sole geele ( wet) ho gaye thhe. I looked into his eyes, he was looking me. maine usko dekhte hue apna ek paer uske chest par ragda aur apni chappal ka sole uski shirt se clean ki fir doosri chappal bhi clean ki. Boy was enjoying it. I was damn tired and i came back to my seat and covered myself with blanket and tried to sleep. After sometime I heard graoning voice. That man got up and was shouting " Arre mar gaya, ye kaise hua, mujhe kisne mara" . Train stopped at some station, where 2 cops boarded on train
Hearing his shouts they reached him my heart beating started growing. Police men asked him what happened , wo kucch nahi bola bas chilla raha thha mujhe lag gayi mujhe lag gayi, police walo ne usse ticked manga, uske paas ticket nahi thha. Police ne usko kheech ke do thappad mara aur kaha bina ticket chalta hai aur use pakad kar train se utara aur le gaye. I smiled under my blanket but just to confirm I got up and asked other cop who ws sitting at TTE chair I said, Bhaiya kya hua. usne kaha kuchh nahi madam, ye gunde ( Criminals) hain, train me Peete hain aur fir gunda gardi karte hain, chori karte hai aur passengers ko pareshan karte hain. Ye waisa hi koi thha, pee kar gir gaya to uska daant aur naak toot gaye. Saale ke bag me pata nahi kya kya hai. Chhodege nahi saale.
I smiled and lay on my berth and covered my face. It was about 6 hrs more to patna and I want to sleep. Last thout that came in mind before sleeping 'WOW I BASHED AN ALMOST CRIMINAL' and I slept and slept Slept like never before, it was special nightout just before :)

I believe no one could ever have such experience before.
My one slave loaded off when I narrated this story to him since then he is my proper slave and he sees nothing than my chappals and sandals.
Home many of you too will loadoff :)

to be continued.....

how a lover became a slave--part 3- THE HONEYMOON ENDS

2010-10-25T06:54:00.000+05:30

here comes the much awaited part-3 of the lover becoming slave --if u missed the first part you can read it here- http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lower-became-slave-part-1.html
And if you missed the second part you can read it here-
http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lover-became-slave-part-2-honeymoon.html and continue the third part from here---enjoy and do comments.

Part-3 The honeymoon ends

That night I could barely sleep as I was overwhelmed by the events of the previous night … my ass was sore from all the caning and fucking, my tongue was dry from licking Durga’s feet and I had that horrible taste of my own cum in my mouth … plus the feeling that I was now trapped for good. I was also scared to make any mistakes and get caned again. My mouth was dry and I was dying of thirst, but one of the rules was not to eat or drink without permission. I lay on the floor contemplating these issues and waiting for Durga to wake up.

Durga finally woke close to noon, stretched herself and looked down at me. As instructed, I was on my knees and holding her slippers in my hands. “Good morning sunshine … did you sleep well?” I replied “Good morning Goddess … can I please drink some water? I am dying of thirst.” “Sure honey, just wait for 10 minutes.” Saying that, she slipped her feet into the offered slippers and walked to the bathroom; I was of course crawling behind here and into the bathroom, kissing the floor where she stepped. While she peed, I applied paste to her toothbrush and went back on my knees.

Durga stood up without flushing and I thought “Great now madam is too tired to even flush”. She said “Here’s your drink of water … drink from the toilet bowl like the dog you are.” I looked shocked “What did you think … this is what you will drink from now on … if I ever see you drink water from any other place, I will kill you … now go and drink … this should be fun to watch.” I crawled to the toilet and lowered my face into the bowl. I had problems lapping up the water, but soon got the hang of it. It tasted very bad and the smell of her pee was all around my nose … I made sure I didn’t gag and drank noisily for some time. To add to her fun, Durga placed her foot on my head and pushed my face into the water; she held me down till I was struggling for breath; released me and I went back to drinking the pee water. When I looked up, Durga was pointing at me and laughing. I felt even more humiliated and looked down at the floor.

Durga was ready for breakfast and instructed me to order from room service; she just ordered for herself and I didn’t have to guts to remind her for my food. When the food arrived, I served her on my knees and waited for her to finish. She left about half the food on her plate; she spat on the remaining food and instructed me to place the plate at her feet. When I did so, she placed her slipper on the food and instructed me to eat like a dog. When I bent over the plate, she placed her foot on my head and pushed it into the plate and the leftovers and laughed “eat my pet, you must be hungry after all that action last night. By the way, did you enjoy your first fuck? Personally, I am not a virgin and haven’t been one for a long time, so that was nothing new. But it’s always fun to fuck someone for their first time.” “I mumbled into the food as my mouth was full. “What was that? Speak up honey, I can barely hear you.”

I quickly swallowed the food in my mouth “Goddess, it was a wonderful experience and very different from what I had expected.” “My … you are practically a slut … good for you that you like your new life. Now eat up and lets go out and see the city.” I quickly ate my food, licked the plate clean and cleared away the breakfast dishes. I helped Durga dress like her maid and then dressed in the clothes she picked for me … they were deliberately mismatched and made me look like a total fool.

We had a great tour of the city and I really enjoyed my first visit abroad. Being out in public, I was able to behave more normally, just had to be careful of my conversation with Durga was per her expectations. She was ok when we were in public, so that was a huge plus. In the evening we went shopping and she went into a fetish store … this was a first for me as there are none in Mumbai. I looked around and Durga noted what I was curious about. She bought a sissy maid dress for me and a few other dresses that I couldn’t identify, she also bought some toys that I had no idea what they were for. The sales staff in the store guessed my role in the relationship and the girls were all looking at me and smirking as I looked visibly uncomfortable in this store.

We returned to the hotel all tired out and with my arms full of shopping bags. Durga flopped on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table. I rushed to remove her shoes, when she stopped me “Not so fast … don’t use your hands … just your mouth and don’t you DARE bite me.” I quietly got to work and used my lips, nose, and cheek, what ever it took to ease the sandal straps off her heel; then carefully held her sandals from the heels in my mouth and removed them from her feet. I was very new to this and inadvertently nipped her foot with my teeth. SLAP SLAP SLAP … three hard slaps across my face “Bloody scoundrel! How dare you!!!” I quickly apologized and went back to my task. Durga was smiling and laughing and making cure remarks at my skills; when the sandals were removed and I had carefully placed them on the floor, I fetched her a cold drink from the fridge and then got down to licking her feet clean. Her feet were dusty from all the walking in the day and I had to carefully lick each inch of her soles, suck her toes, clean the toe jam and then her instep, all while Durga sat comfortably on the sofa and drank her coke.

My mouth was parched as I was not permitted to drink anything all day; I begged Durga to let me have a drink. She took her time and eventually went into the bathroom where she peed and then permitted me to drink from the toilet bowl. After I had drunk all that I could, I begged her for some way to drink something during the day. She agreed to let me bottle the water in the toilet bowl with her pee into a bottle for drinking during the day going forward. I was expected to kiss her feet to thank her for her kindness, which I did. I then realised that I was fast getting used to my new life and getting into the mindset that I was her slave for life; this realisation was very disturbing as I still retained my male ego and wanted to enjoy the lifestyle that was almost within my grasp but suddenly too far out of reach.

Durga took out a dog collar from her purchases and I saw that she had her name stamped as my owner. She instructed me to wear it as a token of my complete surrender to her power and my acceptance of her as my total and complete owner. I also was instructed to consider her as my living Goddess and to only worship her each day and night. I was never a very religious person, so that presented no moral dilemma for me. I felt that she was so much in charge of my life right now that she pretty much held the power of life and death over me.

Soon it was time to party and Durga got ready for the evening. I wanted to go out with her but had no guts to ask her; I helped her dress up and tentatively asked her about her dinner plans; she was eating at the night club where she had met a few friends from college who were also visiting Singapore. About my food, she ordered something very light, told me to place the sandals she had worn all day in the plate, spat on the food (another rule, I could not eat any food unless she had “purified” it with her spit and had her foot wear in the plate). She waited till I ate, then went to the bathroom to pee so that I could drink the water.

On her way out to her evening entertainment, she walked up to me as I knelt on the floor and kicked gave me very hard on my balls … I grabbed my groin and doubled over in pain; Durga stepped over me and said “See you later, honey … miss me” and left for her party and her friends.

This was pretty much the tone for the rest of the fortnight; our honeymoon soon ended and we were on the way back to Mumbai. Durga was of course in first class while I was in economy. I didn’t mind that as I had never afforded a plane ticket before.

To be continued...

MY FRIENDS MOM-- SUNITA AUNTY

2010-10-23T11:18:00.000+05:30

Hi friends....read the story of a boy who was get back walked by his friends mom...enjoy and do comments,,read the story in his own words...

I went to a party at a friends' house one year,
and his mom stuck around to keep an eye on us.
(I was around 19 at the time)
We drunk and danced and talked, it was a blast.
I was checking out all the females to see who I
could get to "play" with, and there were a few
candidates, but I couldn't stop staring at my friends'
mom. She had a really nice body and a very young
face. She was about 39 or 40 yrs old, stood around
5'-10" and weighing probably somewhere around
120-130lbs. She was real nice to me cause I
was always around and I usually helped out when
I stayed over. So, during the party, everyone was
kinda drunk by now and started to thin out. His
mom asked if I was sleeping over, so I told her I
was. She then went to fix up the guest room for
me (I'm the only one she'd do that for), and I kept
on partying. While she was in the room, I noticed
her shoes were in the livingroom that she had on
earlier that day, and she has some NICE feet.
Brown tannish skin, perfect plump toes painted
light purple, very soft and smooth (I've given her
massages before), and perfectly thick (not bony-
not fat). So after I noticed she wasn't wearing
shoes, I decided to try my luck with her. So, I looked
around for my friend to see where he was, and as
usual, he was flirting with a girl so I slipped outta
sight and went into the guest room where she was.
I went inside and closed the door and asked if she
needed any help ;) . She smiled and said " not really,
I'm almost done hon." We had a mother/son
relationship since I was one of her "adopted" kids. So
I made small talk with her to break the ice, then to
myself I took a deep breath and asked her, "could
you do something for me ma?" She kept straightening
up the room and said "sure hon, what is it?" Then I
looked off, kinda shy like, and asked "could you walk
on my back?" She looked shocked at first, and I got
scared that I'd offended her, but she turned away
and went back to work. Then she asked me
"you can't get any of the other girls lighter to do it?"
I didn't say anything at first, then I said " They're
all wasted and I didn't wanna screw up my back any
more than it is." So she smiled and said "smart man".
Then she looked at me and asked "Do you need me
to crack it or just massage it?" I told her "It's just
tensed and needed massaged". She knew of my back
problems from my football days in H.S., and massaged
it before at times but with her hands. So she gave me
this suspicious look with a smile and said "I GUESS I
could do it for you, but let me know right away if I'm
hurting you!!" I gave a slight smile and said ok.
I then took off my shirt like I do when she's giving
me a normal massage with her hands, grabbed a
pillow for my head and layed on the floor by the bed.
After I got comfortable, she asked me if I was ready,
I said I was and she made a joke saying "let's see
what this old gal can do." And she gently placed one
foot on the lower part of my back and began pressing
down and massaging it. She pressed around all over
my back for a minute with one foot and asked "how
does this feel hon?" I moaned a little and said " It
feels great.." At that, she placed her foot in the middle
of my back and stepped up with the other foot. I let
out a huge sigh and she stood there on my back and
asked "Are you ok babe?" I told her "Yeah, it just feels
really good where you are." She grinned a little and
began walking on that spot where I moaned. She used
her toes and the balls of her feet to massage every muscle
in my mid back. Then she walked up towards my shoulder blades and did the same thing with her toes and balls of her feet.
IT FELT FUCKING GREAT!!! She then started humming
a soft tune and began stepping to that tune, in a dance
like rythm. Then she said "I'm gonna do a little more than
your back sweetie, ok?" I just nodded my head and
said "mmmhhhmmmm". She turned around on my blades,
and slowly walked down my back- still humming - and
walked on my butt down to my thighs. She carefully
massaged my thighs with the insteps of her feet all the
way to my calves. (this was a bonus for me) It was
wonderful!!! After she did that for a bit, she stepped
off and walked in between my legs,and stepped up on my
lower back again. "I'm gonna give you one more walk
over, then I'll use my hands." I said ok and she walked
all over my back and shoulders for a few more minutes,
then she turned side ways and gently rocked side to
side and back and forth on the blades and middle of my back.
Her soft feet was sooo comfortable on my back, and
she never lost her balance nor missed a step. When she
was done, she stepped off and straddled on top of me
massaging my back and shoulders with her hands.
When it was all done, I sat up and asked her how did
she get to be so good at walking on backs and she
told me "I used to walk on my boyfriends' back in
college after his football practices and games. It all came
back to me when I started humming, I used to hum
that same tune when I would walk on him." So at that,
we made more small talk about it and soon left the room
to rejoin what was left of the party. She walked on
my back more often after that night, and I loved it all. I
wish I knew where she moved to, my friend lives in California
now, and she moved out of her house into the burbs. I
miss those days..........:)

how a lover became a slave--part 2- THE HONEYMOON

2010-10-19T15:51:00.000+05:30

here comes the much awaited part 2 of the lover becoming slave --if u missed the first pat you can read it here- http://cruelfemales.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lower-became-slave-part-1.html
and continue the second part from here---enjoy and do comments

Part 2 – The Honeymoon

I sat on the bed to read the paper Durga had handed to me; the top line was in bold and underlined “Remember … failure to obey totally and completely will result in my telling my parents about your truth … my family will come after you and your family and make sure you all beg on the streets …so beware”.

I read the list of instructions very carefully … I couldn’t believe that the mild and sweet Durga I had just married was really a dominatrix with very specific tastes in domination; she was a totally different person under her public face and she had fooled me along with everyone else … this sweet simple girl is actually a very dangerous and power mad person and I was badly trapped with no visible escape route. I thought about my situation and decided it is best to play along for now and seek a way to escape without hurting my parents and sister.

I memorised the list the last item was “other instructions as given from time to time” I noticed that there is a text on my cell … Durga had just texted me to expect her back in 30 minutes and to be ready for her. I panicked and started preparing for her arrival … the time had flown by while thinking about my situation and looking for escape routes … in any case I thought “at least my sex life will be interesting … if she is so hot, I’ll get some pleasure from this in any case.”

At the appointed time the door opened and I was ready to greet my new bride and now my owner … fully naked, on my hands and knees by the door. As required, I kissed floor at her feet and said “Welcome my Goddess … your slave is ready to serve you.” I couldn’t help giggling at this as I found the situation very funny … I guess I hadn’t taken Durga totally seriously at this time. Durga got mad at me and kicked my head “So you think this is funny … I wonder if you’ll still be laughing by the end of this.”

I looked down at the carpet to hind my smile and saw Durga’s feet move away towards the armchair. I crawled behind, kissing the carpet where she had walked. Durga said “good to see your memory is intact” I looked up to her face and immediately realized my mistake … I was to always look at her feet … “SLAP SLAP SLAP …” three hard ones across my cheeks with her open hands … I reached up to try to stop her hands and stopped just in time … another rule almost broken … she laughed when she saw me stop my instinctive act “good boy … you remember … SLAP … SLAP … SLAP” three more hard ones “Now eyes down …” I looked down and my face turned red with embarrassment … this was not the marriage I had imagined at all; quite the opposite, this was fast becoming a nightmare!

Durga reached over to the side board and from the corner of my eye I saw her holding a cane “face the other way” she commanded … I was scared now … what did she want from this? I turned to face the other way and instinctively tightened my ass … THWACK … THWACK …THWACK … the cane started to land on my ass cheeks … I had never been beaten by anyone, far less a tich of a girl … but I was totally in her control at that time and too scared to resist her … I groaned in agony and Durga immediately got up and stuffed her used socks in my mouth … “not a fucking word out of your mouth … I can go on for hours like this, but you cant … so just shut the fuck up!” I bit on the socks and bore the pain of the caning. This went on till my ass cheeks turned red and I felt blood start to trickle.

“Now do you know what I am capable of? Never ever disobey me again, or I will repeat this punishment. Now go and wipe the blood off your ass … and stop whimpering like a little girl … you’re a MAN … a big strong MAN … so behave like one!!!” I went into the bathroom and cleaned the blood on my ass … my ass was red with welts and I could barely stand up straight. I was moaning with agony but was too scared to moan. I pulled Durga’s sock out of my mouth and came out into the room.

“Come my dear husband … how are you liking the honeymoon so far?” I kept silent and looked at the floor. “Behen chod, when I ask you a question, I expect a reply.” I stammered “it’s a lot of fun, Durga.” Wow!!! Another rule breach … she lashed out with her foot and caught me right in the balls “Arre chootiye … what did you just call me? You’re forgetting already?” I doubled over in pain, holding my balls and gasped out “Sorry Goddess … please forgive me.” “Now, that’s better … so go ahead.” “It’s a very amazing holiday Goddess … thank you for bringing me to this wonderful city.” Durga looked down at me, pointed and laughed “you look sooooo funny … holding your family jewels and looking stupid. Now get up!”

I stood up in pain in the front and back … I had never been so humiliated before and was at a loss on how to react and feel. I felt trapped and helpless and wanted to cry … “Come to bed honey, it’s time for some fun.” “Finally … the fun part!!!” I thought. “Honey, get that pink bag from the cupboard and go stand by the bed.” I did as told and Durga reached out for it. She opened it and pulled out a jar of lubricant and a strap on … I had never seen one before and out of curiosity I asked “What is that? It looks like a penis.” “You are brilliant!!! That is exactly what it is. Come and help me with this.” “But what will you use it for?”

Durga looked at me and laughed “Asshole, did you ever think I will let you fuck me? Fucking is for real men, not wimps … so you can forget any dreams of ever fucking anyone … in this marriage, I will do what I want to, so you just lay back and enjoy the ride.” I tightened the straps to Durga’s liking; she said “on your knees and suck this, you slut.” I knelt and starting licking the strap on like I had seen in porn movies “Oh the slut has done this before …” “No Goddess, I saw this in pics and a few movies” “good … now get it nice and wet … and swallow it as far as it will go” I gagged a couple of times trying to get the strap on into my mouth, but gave it a good try anyway.

“Now, lubricate your ass hole … here use this” she handed me the lubricating cream and I quietly applied it to my ass. “”Stand up and bend over … take support from the bed” I did as told. I felt her hands push my ass cheeks aside, felt the tip of the strap-on on my hole and Durga started pushing it in. “Relax your ass hole and let it in … this is the consummation of our marriage and the only position that you will ever fuck with me, so learn to enjoy it.” I had no choice, so I gave in … Durga made one massive thrust and I almost screamed in pain “Oh my poor virginal bride … does it hurt?” I nodded and kept my mouth shut … Durga thrust into me and had her way, moaning loudly with pleasure … she was really turned on by this and was having a great time.

After about 30 minutes, she had had multiple orgasms and was fully satiated and my ass was torn and bleeding … she finally pulled out and patted my ass “That was fun was it not, slut? My God … you get fucked like a real pro … who will believe that this is your first time?” She then looked at the bed and saw I had cummed … “Of fuck … you really enjoyed it … see … you made a mess on the bed” saying that, she laughed “good one, my sissy slut … this is priceless!” I looked down and couldn’t believe that I had actually cummed … the pain had distracted me to the extent that I didn’t even realize this. “Dirty slut, now be a good boy and clean up your mess …”

I moved to the bathroom to get a towel when my loving wife said “with your mouth, bitch … what did you think I meant?” I looked shocked and Durga said “it’s not so bad … now stop being a wimp and do as you are told!” I resigned to my fate and licked up the mess and of course I swallowed it … gagging at first (much to the amusement of Durga) but managing to hold it down.

“Time to sleep … the flight, the party, drinks all this sex has tired me … you know what to do …” I quietly made the bed for Durga to lie in and covered her up. I then kissed her feet, removed her slippers and lay on the floor so I would be at her feet when she woke up or needed anything at night.

Thus ended my wedding consummation and this was the trend for the rest of my life ahead.

TO BE CONTINUED....

List of various femdom and trampling scenes from movies

2010-10-17T18:16:00.001+05:30

Hi mistresses and stupid slaves..here is a list of femdom and trampling scenes from Hollywood movies....read and enjoy..

ACCIDENT (1967) -
After their car rolls over, there is a close-up shot of Jacqueline Sassard stepping on the side of a dead Michael York's face as she tries to get out of the car (she is wearing white pumps).
ACCORDING TO JIM (TV) -
Features a scene where a woman and her two kids stand on a guys back to help ease his back pain. Scene lasts 10 secs.
ACES: IRON EAGLE III (1992) -
Super musclewoman Rachel McLish steps on a man's back as she strangles him with a chain. She is wearing combat boots.
AIRBORNE (1993) -
Not the 1998 Steve Guttenburg movie. Near the very end of this 1993 movie, Alanna Ubach steps on the stomach of a guy as she walks toward her boyfriend (she is wearing brown hiking boots).
AMERICA 3000 (1986) -
Near the end during a battle scene, a guy gets knocked down on to his back. As he lays there a female warrior leaps into the air and lands fully down on his belly and chest. Quick scene.
AMERICAN DREAMS (Ep - Old Enough To Fight) (TV) -
Jennifer Love Hewitt wearing combat boots walks on the backs of several soldiers while starting to sing "These boots are made for walking”
ANNI 90, Parte 2 (1990) (Italy) -
Gorgeous Carol Alt tramples and tortures a bound man with her high-heeled shoes, while he is begging her to stop.
ANNIE (1999) TV -
During a musical number, Annie (Alicia Morton) walks on the backs of the servant-dancers when they form a human stairway for her to walk up.
ANY PLACE BUT HOME (1997)-
The plot is a small boy gets kidnapped and the baddies, a girl and her boyfriend, team up with an asthmatic to find him. A fight breaks out between them in an apartment. While the asthmatic is throttling her boyfriend she sneaks up behind and breaks a broom handle over his back. Her boyfriend then thumps him in the stomach and he collapses onto the floor gasping for breath. He reaches for his inhaler from his pocket but she kicks it from his hand.She steps over his body and crushes the inhaler under her shoe. He slumps down on his back having an asthma attack and gasping for breath. She squats down smiling and in her Southern accent says “now you can die on us”. She stands up and steps full weight onto his chest with her sexy white open toed heeled sandals and forces the much needed air from his lungs.
APARTHEID SLAVE WOMEN'S JUSTICE -
Shot on videotape, the feature is a race-relations allegory about a kangaroo court of black South African women who capture and try their former "master". The women deliver wildly melodramatic speeches as they kick the hell out of him, frequently stepping on him in high heels.
BARBED WIRE DOLLS (1975) (ALSO KNOWN AS 'CAGED WOMEN') -
A gang of women place a terrified bound arnd gagged prison guard in a shallow grave. Then they shovel dirt over him while he struggles, burying him alive. Finally they trample the living man's grave, compacting the fresh earth above him beneath their feet.
BATMAN & ROBIN (1997) -
Poison Ivy (Uma Thurman) attends the charity ball. In an instant, many half-dressed men lie on their stomachs in a row before her. Ivy walks on the backs of the men for 26 seconds, toward the stage to meet Batman and Robin.
BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN (1925) -
Russian film contains the famous Odesa steps scene which shows a young boy being trampled by people fleeing.
BBC SUMMER (UK TV) (2003) -
To highlight its summer schedules the BBC showed short 30 second ads featuring the barefeet of lots of women. One ad started off by showing a few seconds of a close up of a pair of lady's knees as she appeared to be dancing on the spot. The camera slowly pans down her legs to find her barefoot and trampling all over a guy's back. This ad lasts for about 30 seconds and is extremely sensual.
BELLE DU JOUR (1967) (French-Italian)
Sexy Catherine Deneuve goes to a brothel to check it out. She is given a peep hole to look through so she can see what is going on in the next room. There she sees a beautiful dominant Mistress is slinky night slippers with black pom-poms trampling on a small man's chest, face, and head while degrading him verbally.
BETTY BRODERICK - A WOMAN SCORNED - TV movie (1992)-
A man is on the floor doing crunches, and you see the view from ground level. In the distance you see a pair of bare female feet coming at him. His wife then steps on his stomach, and then over him while looking down and smiling as she says "Oh, I didn't see you there." Brief, but trampling nonetheless.
BIKINI SQUAD (1993) -
BODY DOUBLE (1984) -
Men hold friend down while girl dances barefoot on his back. Possibly stars Frankie from Frankie goes to Hollywood.
BOY MEETS WORLD (TV) (1993) -
In this tv-series there is a nice scene in which a girl walks on a guy's back on her way to see her friend.
BRIEFEST ENCOUNTER (1993) -
Starring Rik Mayall, near the end of the film he gets atttacked by Amanda Donahoe. She covers him with a bed quilt and knocks him to the ground. She clubs him repeatedly with a hockey stick before jumping with both feet on him. She is wearing chunky heeled black boots, stockings and short black skirt.
BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (Season 3 Ep 1 - Anne) (TV) -
Very quick scene of Buffy trampling. Near the end she is battling a number of evil bad guys. She throws one onto a pile of sacks and he lands on his back. Buffy runs up the mound of sacks and runs over him, stepping with one foot on his chest. She is wearing trainers.
BUSHIDO BLADE (1979) -
Laura Gemser as a sort of female Samurai in western times, gives Frank Converse a Japanese massage. They are outdoors and he is lying on the ground. She tells him to roll over, which he does, then she gets out a towel and places it on his back. Then she steps up onto him and starts to trudge up and down his back. Very nice!
CAN-CAN (1960) -
Shirley MacLaine is dancing on stage with many people. Later, she punches a man and he falls down in a bridge position. She pushes him down with her toe, stepping on his stomach full weight as she retrieves her hat from a tree.
CANDLESHOE (1977) -
In Candleshoe there are 2 trample scenes and one sitting scene. One scene sees a young Jodie Foster push a man over with her foot and then run lengthways over his body. In another scene a boy hits a man with a frying pan, the man collapses and the boy stands on his stomach as he climbs down. The last scene is where a man is trapped beneath a big wardrobe (or cupboard) and as the boy runs past, he sees the man's predicament, and bounces on the cupboard.
CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC (1980) -
The Village People's only movie. In a dance scene a disco dancer ginds her stiletto heel into the back of a man's hand and steps on his back.
CHARLIE'S ANGELS (2000) -
A guy (Tim Curry) gets his backed walked all over by barefoot chinese girl before she knocks him out.
CHARLIES ANGELS (ep. Hellrider) (tv) -
There is a scene where you hear Charlie groan at the phone, then you see a nice woman walking barefoot on his back, doing him a massage.
CHRIS WYLDE SHOW (TV) -
Musical sketch with Chris' sidekick being generally abused. One segment has the sidekick being punched out by a man who is walking with his tall blonde girlfriend. He falls to the ground face down and the boyfriend puts his jacket over the body after which the gorgeous girlfriend wearing black high heeled sandals steps on his back as they continue on their way.
CHUBBY CHASERS (TV) (2004) -
UK Tv program about men who like large ladies. Featured a brief scene featuring the 600lb Queen Raqui sitting on a mans chest/stomach and then another scene of her stepping up onto the guy’s back as he laid on the floor. Brief but awesome.
COP AND A HALF -
There is a scene in a children's playground where the bad guy is tripped by two girls with a skipping rope and falls flat on his face. Four other children then run over his back.
CRAZY HORSE, INTELLIGENT MONKEY -
A woman fights 2 men at the end of the film, she knocks them down and proceeds to jump on both of them.
DAS ECKE [The Corner] (W. German, 1967)
This story, of a woman in therapy remembering the trauma that lead to her amnesia, contains an astonishing crush scene. It occurs in a flashback at the end of the movie when the woman remembers being in a jetliner with her little boy when the plane crash-lands and the cabin fills with smoke. In the scene there is a panic with everyone pressing into the aisle and shoving their way forward toward the exit. Duning the chaos the woman loses hold of her little boy's hand and he falls in the aisle where he is trampled to death by the passengers. At the end of the smokey and confusing trampling scenes there is a brief but shocking close-up of a large, sexy, open-toed, spike heeled stocking foot (With red toenails!) stepping off of the little boy's crushed face. (Hard to find).
DENNIS NORDEN’S 6^TH LAUGHTER FILE (UK TV) -
Compilation show featuring out-takes from tv programmes. One quick scene shows Claire Grogan doing an outside broadcast from a rooftop and doing a bit of informal chat with the crew. The camera then pans down to see her standing barefoot on the back of one of the crew lying on the floor. She does a little dance and steps around a bit on him briefly.
DER JUNGE TORLESS (French/ W.German-1966) (Released in the U.S. as Young Torless) -
Torless is a bording school student in the prewar Austro-Hungarian Empire. He and his friends become fascinated by a local prostitute (sexy Barbara Steele). The smallest of the boys is frightened. by her so as a sadistic joke the others pay her to turn him into a humiliated and tortured slave, which she does. The film contains a great scene in which the three boys bold down the smaller one and order the prostitute to walk on his back while she is weaning "spike heels" the new fashion rage from France. While walking on the boy, who is screarning for mercy, the woman gets carried away while laughing and dancing on her pleading victim, and accidentally kills the boy by crushing the point of her heel through his back and into his heart.
DIVORCING JACK (1998) -
Woman steps on man's head.
DOGMA (1999) -
Linda Fiorentino steps on the back of a guy as she walks forward to speak to God.
DOT COMEDY (UK TV) -
British TV series. Don Kichote lies down in TV studio and has three high heeled ladies stand on his chest and stomach. Then the female host of the show, wearing high heeled boots, also climbs onto his chest. Fantastic!
DUKES OF HAZARD REUNION (TV Movie) (1997) -
Daisy's friend who is a little blond wrestler knocks a man out and he falls flat on his face on the canvass. She steps up on his back as she steps over him and turns round in a victory pose.
EATING RAOUL (1982) -
Dominate woman places her high heeled foot on a man's stomach and grinds down until she makes him cry out. A man asks his wife to walk barefoot on his back which she does for about 17 seconds.
ELVIRA, MISTRESS OF THE DARK (1988) -
At the very end of the movie, Elvira is doing a Las Vegas "song and dance". On her way down from the stage, she walks on the backs of a few dancers.
ENTER THE DRAGON (1973) -
A man gets his back walked on by a barefoot lady for 31 seconds.
EXTREME ADVENTURES OF SUPER DAVE (2000) -
A woman is giving him a massage stood up and started walking on him in her socked feet. She didn't really know what she was doing and was causing him a great deal of pain, including slamming down on her knees in the middle of his back before standing back up saying, "Time for my dismount." She did an acrobatic flip and pounded her feet back into his back before hopping off.
FULL HOUSE (TV) -
Joey gets a part in a show as a mailman and shows up at a beach party and yells something which makes everyone run towards him. He gets knocked down and trampled by one of the girls in a bikini.
GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE 2 (2002) -
George's Mother-in-law is hiking through the jungle comes to a small stream. She orders a guide to lay down across the stream. As she is walking over him, her phone rings so she answers it and stands on the guide's back for about 45 seconds.
GIGI GOES TO ROME – (1963)
Gigi (Cindy Carol) has daydreams throughout the film about the boy she loves (James Darren). In one of her daydreams she's Cleopatra and she's being carried on the shoulders of her slaves. They put her down on the ground and she starts walking towards James Darren, but notices a puddle of mud. She stops and starts tapping her foot. He notices the puddle and dives face first into it. She steps on and off him and walks away.
GIRL IN GOLD BOOTS (1968) -
Draft dodger and go-go girl go on a crime spree. Great scene when, after corning across a drunk lying at the foot of a park bench at night, the girl (Leslie McCrae) steps all over the pleading old man while her laughing boyfriend blasts, "These Boots are Made for Walking" from the car radio. (The boots she stomps with are white despite the film's title).
GIRLFRIEND FROM HELL (1990) -
Near the end of the film, after the girlfriend has been defeated, some people come down the stairs. One falls and lies still. A barefoot girl walks over him the first time to speak to someone else then she returns, stepping on the guys back as she does so. The guy groans!
GLADIATRESS (2004) -
A Gladiatress fights a man and sweeps him off his feet onto his back. She then steps up onto his chest as she walks over him. Another scene in the film shows another lady walking across the backs of several men who are lined up in front of her on all fours.
GODSPELL (1973) -
There is a trample scene in an old black and white silent movie that is shown briefly in this film (unfortunately, I do not know the name of the movie). In this old movie, a man is laying on his stomach at the beach while trying to catch crabs. As he lays there, a woman walks up and steps on the back of the man's head as she goes by.
GOODNIGHT AND GODBLESS (UK TV) -
In this fairly old comedy series the scene opens with the camera looking at a pretty lady's face. She seems to be moving around slightly. In the background you can hear a man voice in conversation with someone else. As the camera slowly pans down the lady's body you see her move like she is treading grapes and finally the camera stops at her feet where she is walking barefoot on the guy's back. The scene lasts ages and is very sensual.
HART TO HART (TV) -
The two stars of the show are in a house investigating a crime when they peer into a room where a man is having his back walked on by an Asian girl.
HAPPY FAMILIES (UK TV) -
There is an episode called Bob the Boxer (I think) where, whilst training, the boxer falls down on the floor exhausted, whereby his wife walks over his stomach without stepping on him to empty the bin. She picks it up, turns round and steps right up onto his stomach as she leaves the room.
HAWAII 5-0 (Sign of the Ram) (TV) -
A nice scene where Galen Kam as Lee Ting gets a massage from a woman in a bikini walking on his back (she looks like she is about 16). He is seen laying like a beached whale at his pool while a bikini babe walks on his back as he has a phone conversation.
HOLD ON (1965) -
When Shelley Fabares discovers that the inventor of the guillotine was executed by the device he himself invented, she says, I wish I could say the same for the man who invented these high heels, my feet are killing me!" (nice shot of her slipping her stocking feet in and out of her high heeled shoes). Then, while a cruel look comes over her face, she imagines it happening! Great scene of little bearded frenchman chained spread-eagled to the street pleading for mercy as a crowd of about 100 angry women in high heels (led by Fabares in some killer 4" black stilettos of her own) march toward the terrified man. In the crowd scenes in which the man is trampled you can tell that the women are stepping on a dummy, but there are also some quick interspersed close-ups of womens' high heels stepping down upon the screaming man's face, chest and hands, including Fabares who gets the first good stomp on the guy's chest (with a nice grind of her foot) while she tramples over him with her frightening spikes.
HOME IMPROVEMENT (TV) -
Tim Allen goes to a massage parlour with 2 friends and they warn him that its a "deep tissue massage". The next scene has all three men having their backs walked on and there is a close up of Tim Allen getting his back walked on.
HOT TOMORROWS (1977) -
In a dream sequence, two tall sexy fernale dancers press a midget between their bodies while they dance. When he falls down, the two women move in to embrace and kiss each other and end up dancing barefoot on top of the helpless little man. Good scene of the midget face down screaming and puking blood as he is crushed to death beneath the large bare feet of the two sexy women as they dance on him.
HOW (UK TV) -
Children's science program. A man demonstrates the strength of eggs by lying on top of alot of eggs. His female assistant then says that she will test their strength further by standing on him. She removes her trainers and stands up onto his chest for a few seconds.
I SHOT ANDY WARHOL -
Not an actual scene but a lady relates one story toward the beginning of the film of a man who paid her to walk on his chest in golf shoes for his own sexual gratification.
JAILHOUSE 41: FEMALE CONVICT SCORPION (1972) Japan -
A mean woman and five others escape from prison and are on the run from the law. One of the girls is attacked, raped and murdered by three tourists on a tour bus. The girls take over the tour bus and what follows is one of the best trample scenes ever filmed. Three of the girls force these men to undress, make them lie on the floor at their feet, and they start trampling them, this is a very long scene, They humiliate these men, spitting water on them, while continuing to step on their heads and bodies for at least a minute.
JESSE (TV) -
Jesse (Christina Applegate) convinces her brother to get on all fours so she can stand on his back in order to see into her neighbor's window. She climbs onto him wearing white sneakers and he can only support her for about 5 seconds before he begins to slowly collapse onto his stomach. She eventually ends up standing on his back as he lays on the ground for a second before stepping off of him in disgust that he's not strong enough to hold her up.
JOKERS WILD/BODY TROUBLE (1992) -
JUNGLE GENTS (1954) -
Luarette Luez steps on the back of a lion (the back of a man in a lion costume) that she has just killed in a fight (she is wearing sandals).
KARZ (India) -
After running over her husband with her car and killing him, a woman steals the wallet from her dead husband and steps on him with high heeled sandals.
KEEN EDDIE (TV - Ep. 'Horse Heir') (2003) -
There is one scene where one of the characters makes a phone call. As he starts talking, a woman with fantastic feet climbs onto his back. As he finishes the call he tells the girl "harder" and she starts stomping on him. Wonderful sound of crunching joints!
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES (UK TV) -
British TV series. Trying to board a small boat on the river, a large built lady notices her husband lying on the ground, but having his feet hooked into the boat to prevent it drifting away. So she steps full weight up onto his back and walks down his body onto the boat.
L'AMOUR BRAQUE (1985) France
A woman while in bed with our hero seems to order him to lie down on his stomach, she then disrobes and starts using him as trampoline, jumping up and down on him.
LAST ACTION HERO, THE (1993) -
Girl fights man and leaps off the bed backwards and lands full weight on back on attacker. She is wearing trainers.
LEVER 2000 SOAP COMMERCIAL (TV) -
This commercial began airing in the spring of 1992. It takes place at a crowded beach and shows people sunbathing, swimming, and doing a variety of other things. The last scene in the commercial shows a man sunbathing on a blanket on the ground. As he lays there, a little barefooted girl runs up and steps on the guy's stomach as she goes by.
LILT (Crush Ladies) (TV Ad) (2003) -
Set on a Carribean beach, four ladies are dancing and singing along a crowded beach. One fat guy is lying on his back and one of the ladies steps right on to his stomach barefoot as she goes over him. Another guy is lying on his back when a lady stomps hard on his crotch and crushes him under her foot before stepping up (good to view in slow motion). The ad ends with four guys lying on loungers and the four ladies leaping from a platform behind them onto the guy's crotches and leaping off again.
LIVE WITH REGIS AND KELLY (TV) -
Kelly walks barefoot on Regis' back. Before she steps up onto him she jokingly calls for someone to bring her Manolo Blahnik's (spiked heels she often wears). She walks on him for about 2 or 3 minutes and seems to enjoy it quite a bit. The man teaching her how to do it tells her to walk on "the fleshy parts" and she laughs and says, "Roll over Big Daddy”.
LOVE AMERICAN STYLE: EPISODE 'LOVE AND THE GEISHA' (TV) -
Starring red buttons as a lazy husband and carolynn jones as his wife who leaves him. While he was alone at home an old girl friend who he met while in the sevice stops by to take care of him. A little later she starts walking on his back(bare footed) while he`s on the couch watching football.
MAN WITH THE DEADLY LENS, THE (1982) -
Starring Sean Connery, at the beginning of the scene a mugger tries to attack an old lady (played obviously by a much younger woman). She beats him up and when he is laying face down on the ground she jumps into the air and lands squarely on his back with both feet.
MANIFESTO (1988) -
MARRIED WITH CHILDREN (TV) -
The family are all camping on the floor of a shop. The brother and sister are arguing when the sister stands up and walks over him on the way out. The boy says "She stepped on me!" to which the father replies "Get used to it son. This is just the beginning."
MASH (Ep - Henry Please Come Home) (TV series) -
Lt. Col. Blake is transferred to a plush assignment in Tokyo, and Pierce and Trapper visit him there to try to convince him to come back. Blake is in a geisha house at this time and receives many amenities from Japanese girls. One scene (about 20 seconds long) opens with a girl's hands pressed against the ceiling. The camera pans down slowly and reveals that Blake is lying face-down and shirtless on a table, and a gorgeous Japanese girl is deftly walking up and down on his back with her bare feet. Blake makes some remark about "I only have one pelvis, honey," and the girl steps on a different spot.
MAVERICK -
Mel Gibson is lying on the ground, Jodie Foster steps hard on his stomach and walks across his body.
MAYBE BABY -
There is a small 8 sec scene of chest standing barefooted by a fat nurse. This is more suggested than actually seen. There is a point of view shot looking up at the nurse then a shot of her view looking down at the guy she is standing on. You don't actually see a full picture of her on him.
MISS MACHO -
Woman wearing hiking boots walks on one guys head and steps on the faces of two others in an effort to escape from a biker gang. In another scene she stomps over a man while wearing boots with spikes on them like the kind linemen wear to climb telephone poles.
MISTRESSES (UK TV) (2003) -
Series depicting the lifestyles of various mistresses. One scene features Mistress Chloe who talks through the equipment she has before describing her most requested service which is of course, trampling. Short scenes of man getting his back walked all over by lady in high heel boots. The lady is not seen, nor is the man completely seen other than his back.
MONDO CANE (Italian, 1963) -
A scene has a bunch of Japanese men getting walked on in a massage palour by barefeet girls, also barefoot face stepping.
MONSTER CAFE (UK TV) -
UK Children's TV series. A man dressed as a Mummy fakes a heart attack on the floor to distract the female manager of the cafe. She steps over him first, and then steps on his belly as she leaves the room, saying, "Someone clear up the Mummy."

how a lover became a slave--part 1

2010-10-15T07:13:00.001+05:30

Hello mistress and stupid slaves, after along time i am back on my blog, I am here with super fresh story of areal slave whose name is Ashu,he is 45 years old and lives in Toronto but basically from Delhi.He mailed me his very own real and true story.This is a series of stories from his diary,,as i will get more..i will be publishing it...SO READ AND ENJOY HIS STORY AND DO COMMENTS ON IT.....

Part 1

This is the story of a young ambitious man who wanted to take a short cut to grow rich and lead the life of the rich and famous as shown on TV and the situation that he found himself in at the end of it all.

This is my story.

I am writing to share my life with all the men out there who are in the same situation and are trapped and doomed for ever. This is not a call for a support group and no such thing can ever exist for people in my situation, nor is it possible for anyone to help me in any way possible.

My name is Chandra Das (CD) and I come from a lower income family. My father works in a clerical role in a small private company, mom is a house wife. I have a younger sister who eloped to marry her boyfriend and is now in a troubled marriage that just broke up; we all live in our two room rented apartment where there is no privacy and only the very basic amenities.

I was always fascinated by the Western lifestyle portrayed in Hollywood movies and American thrillers and followed them very carefully … this helped improve my English pronunciation and I carefully cultivated an accent to appear better schooled that I really was. This helped me break into an elite social circle at college and interact with people that had a privileged upbringing that was far beyond my parents wildest dreams and was readily accepted as one of them after a simple lie about my schooling in Africa and stories of my parents’ un-measurable riches.

While in college I made a plan to get out of this circle of poverty by taking the short cut of marrying a rich girl by first making her fall in love with me (very B grade plot, but worth a try). I carefully looked at all girls that I met in my circle of friends with this intent and short listed a few that were potential candidates.

Being blessed with good looks (most unlike my Dad, which caused me to look at my Mom with some suspicion, but why complain) and my cultivated accent, I was able to get close to a girl from a very wealth family from a small town. This girl lived in the hostel and had led a very elitist lifestyle with vacations abroad and cars and servants and all the trapping of a rich lifestyle. She was very average looking and thus not very popular with the guys who all chased the college hotties and generally ignored. Her name is Durga and I decided that she would be my wife and my ticket to wealth and riches and the life I always dreamt of. Of course, I lied to her about my real economic situation and gave her the same story of my parents in Africa and spun a story about being the rebel son who had been sent to India to study rather than US, as a punishment for past misdeeds. This increased my image of a spirited man who could get any girl but had chosen to love her and this made her feel very special.

When we were in the last year of our graduation, I proposed marriage to Durga; she asked about my family’s reaction at my marriage plans and I told her that I was being disowned by them because of this decision. She wanted some time to think about this and convey her decision. She was silent and withdrawn for the next little while, which I ascribed to the decision for her future life partner. Over the next few days, I noticed a slow change in her behaviour to me … she was more assertive and looked at me very differently … I presumed this was because she getting closer to her decision and didn’t read anything into this.

In the last month of college, she confirmed her intention to marry me asked me to meet with her parents who were visiting Mumbai (where we live) from their town in the rural part of the state. This was a huge event for me and I prepared for this very carefully, even rehearsing answers to a few anticipated questions. Durga and I spoke at length about our life together and made plans for our future life together. She smiled a lot when I told her my prepared lies about my life in Africa and I presumed that she was accepting it all at face value.

When her parents arrived, I dressed in clothes borrowed from a close friend whose family owned a dry cleaning store; he had no idea what I was planning as I couldn’t take any chances of this story spilling out. Durga’s parents were very nice people and were totally taken in by my story; my public school accent fooled them totally and they accepted me as family. When they asked to meet my family, I said that they are not ready to accept me back as yet and in any case they will not accept a girl of my choice. On the economic front, I gave a story of wanting to be my own man and wanting to build my own fortune. Anyway, to cut a long story short, Durga’s family agreed to accept this marriage and to support me initially. Durga was really delighted and shared our plans of settling in Mumbai itself and looking after the family business (a hotel and rental properties) from there itself rather than moving back to her small town roots.

The marriage date was set and I insisted on a small ceremony in Mumbai to avoid being noticed by my family. We had a major reception in their home town where I was stunned to see the extent of the family wealth and properties. Durga asked for the marriage consummation to be deferred till our honeymoon in Singapore (a gift from my loving in-laws) and I of course gave in to this request. After all the purpose of this marriage was not sex, but to gain financial independence, which I felt I had now achieved.

When we arrived in Singapore and settled into our room, Durga looked at me and said “CD, there is something I want to discuss with you … now be totally honest with me and don’t lie”.

I said “Of course honey … I have always been open and truthful with you … go ahead and ask me anything.”

Durga: “this is your only chance to tell me the truth, so chose your answers wisely”

“Sure, honey, go ahead”

“Tell me the truth about your family”

I was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and said “but you know it all … I have kept no secrets from you …” and I proceeded to repeat the story I had told her and the world.

“Well, if that is what you want … I gave you a fair chance and you chose to lose it … here read this file” she handed me a file folder with typed sheets and photographs. I opened it and was stunned to see my real home address, family details, parents names and pictures of my family, house exterior and interior.

I went white and looked at her “What is this Durga … where did you get this … this is all wrong … this is a lie”

“Did you think I would be so stupid to accept you at face value? I know all about you, your family and the lies you told me … I chose to play along as this marriage will serve a few purposes in my life plans. If you had told me the truth earlier instead of repeating your lies, I would have reacted differently, but now your life will take a different turn.” Saying this, she handed me a piece of paper and said “these are your instructions … memorize them and never ever disobey them … you have no idea what I am capable of, so don’t try to be smart with me as my sandles are even smarter than you.. Now I am going to the bar and later the night club here … you stay here and prepare as per these instructions.”

She left the room, giving me a smile and wink and blew me a kiss. I glanced at the list and my blood ran cold and I started trembling with fear thinking “what is this happening to me … “

TO BE CONTINUED....

Corporate Ladies trampling a old man

2010-10-08T10:33:00.000+05:30

Hi mistresses and stupid slaves.Here I come with a brand new of 3 corporate ladies of IBM Company...how cruelly the trampled a old gardener ia described below....read and enjoy with posting comments also....

They approached me and asked about the house. I told them it was empty but locked and they were welcome to look around. As they were appreciative they turned around and started walking around. One of the women was a little heavy set @ 200lbs but very attractive. She was wearing 2inch kitten heel spiked boots. The other woman looked @150 lbs and was wearing 3 inch black patent pumps.
As I continued to cut grass, I enjoyed watching the nosy women walk around the yard sinking their heels into the ground. They acted really interested in the house and were trying to look into the front windows at the inside. The heavy woman in boots walked back over to me and asked if I had something for them to stand on as they were slightly to short to see into the raised windows. I said all i had was a empty plastic gas can but I didn't think it would support them.
The woman said they were anxious and could they try. I carried over for them and the woman in pumps placed her foot on the side of my gas can. As she pulled herself up, the can collapsed and smashed flat.
The heavy woman was disappointed and really frustrated. I took a risk and offered to them I could lay down as a step stool as I thought they could see in then. The woman in boots looked at me and asked if I was serious ! Then the woman in pumps asked if they could leave their shoes on.
I said sure and reassured them I was pretty strong and if I couldn't hold them I would simply ask for them to step off. i insisted and laid down on my back against the house and said for them to step up. the woman in pumps said she would go first as a test. She placed her shoe on my upper chest and stepped right up. I told her I was fine and had a thick shirt on not to worry about the heels.
She looked inside the house and completely adored it. She asked her friend she had to see in !! Then without hesitation I felt a spiked boot on my abs and great pressure begin to grow. Then I felt both kitten heels dig into my stomach and was hard to breath !!! I could not believe these women were using me as a stepping bench !
Then as I thought I was going to pass out, one of their friends was still in the suv. She saw what was happening and got out of the car laughing. Her friends askedher to come look in at how nice the house was. To my surprise, this beautiful woman walked up to me and asked where she was supposed to get on. The heavy woman in boots told her how strong I was and to take her shoes off and use my face. Everybody started laughing and asked me if i could handle it. I said sure I would try. The woman in boots said how often did I get 3 pretty ladies to stand on myself laughing.
Then the 3rd woman slid her leather mules off and placed her foot across my forehead. Then she asked if I was ready and mumbled yes. Then she lifted herself up and placed her other foot across my mouth letting me breath through my nose. She said she weighed about 150 and was I o.k. I just mumbled yes as that's all I could get out. She apologized that her feet were hot and sweaty and hoped I didn't mind. They all stood there about 10 minutes and all stepped off at the same time. They said thank you and sorry about the dirty grass stains and heel marks on my shirt. Then the heavy one in boots threw me $20 and said buy me some gas. Then they loaded up and left as I tried to get my breath back.

girlfriend turns mistress

2010-10-04T09:47:00.001+05:30

Hi mistresses and stupid slaves.Here i come with a brand new story of a boy named Akshat Awasthi[aged-23 from Bangalore] and and her girlfriend Sneha Mishra[aged 22].Akshat is sharing his true experience of her girlfriend..that how she became a mistress and stated living a domina life and making him a obedient slave or servant.....so lets start enjoying his story,,,,and don't forget to give your precious comments.

I always fantasize about being a slave for a lady,to act like a dog in front of a lady but my maledom always stopped me to do so. We started dating about three months ago and it was a great beginning to a relationship. I was working in private firm and she was one of our clients.We frequently talked on phone regarding our schemes and new offers.However, finding women who are willing to be dominate tended to be rather difficult to locate. The sex started out pretty normal but I took note that she seemed to have a dominate side. She would make sly demands and then try to hide them. She was about 5'6 with a busty breast and hip hop butts that only a Indian girl can carry. Her long black hair and brown eyes gave her a face of an godess but a dominate streak from the dark side also. Her beauty comes naturally and she never wore make up or any nail polish. Which for me is a truly sexy woman.

As the relationship developed we began to grow, but soon we became bored with the regular sex and she made mention to her enjoyment of inflicting pain on me. (small previous amounts of testing pain but nothing to declare anything of value) Like biting my lip and scratching my back till it drew blood. As we discussed in depth about of her desires she finally demanded for me to tell her about my desires. Which for me, my foot fetish goes back to early childhood. Finally we came to an agreement to incorporate my foot fetish with her natural desire to hurt me. That night nothing transpired but I was warned in the near future to be prepared.

About two weeks later she came up to my place after spending it in a training seminar. We rested on my bed and held each other for about ten minutes until she started kissing my neck and licking my ear. As I think its going to be another good evening she looks me in the eyes with a devilish smile and a look that I was about to become a good little pet. She gave me one last kiss of reassurance and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me off the bed. As she stood she ordered me to undress. I stood before my girl completely naked and she just looked at me and gave a little evil laugh and grabbed my shoulders and demanded me to kneel.

I knelled before her admiring her beautiful stomach and amazing hour glass hips. I gently and eagerly kissed her stomach paying close attention to the belly button. Finally, when she grew tired of that she stood back and ordered me to lay down on the ground. As I assume my position she sat on the edge of the bed and placed her right foot on my throat and her left foot about an inch from my face. My instincts told me to reach up and kiss her foot; but, as I did she slammed my head back to the ground followed by her foot right over my mouth. "Do not get up! Do you understand?" was the only thing I could remember as I was seeing stars. From there she demanded that I lick every inch of her foot until it was covered in my saliva. I eagerly got to work cleaning her foot while she took pleasure in stepping on my throat and slapping my cock when my hips would thrust. As soon as I finished cleaning her one foot she placed that one on my forehead and slammed her other foot on my mouth. I didn't need to be told what to do and began to lick every inch of her tanned sole. She would occasional force her heel in my mouth and ordered I gently nibble on it. When she felt I cleaned her feet well enough she took her feet and began to roll my head around with her soles. I was in heaven. Finally she stood on my chest and gained her balance. I think it was her first time trampling because it took her a couple of minutes to find a good balance point. She began walking up and down my stomach and chest for a few minutes saying I was nothing more to her than a toy for her amusement. After she grew tired of walking on my body she stood above me with that evil grin again and lifted her right foot up. She slowly descended her foot onto my face applying more and more pressure slowly and painfully until she was completely standing on my face. She turned her body so that she could place both of her feet on my face. She began to march on my face laughing that evil laugh the entire time. After about ten minutes of her crushing my face she undressed on my chest and layed at the foot of the bed.

I climbed to my knees and gazed at her already soaking wet vagina and began to kiss her thighs gently to tease her. She quickly grabbed my head and shoved my face deep inside her. I spent close to an hour and half pleasing her with my tongue until she turned on her side and ordered me to get my tongue in her ass. At this point I was exhausted but so turned on I dove in without hesitation. I serviced her ass for about twenty minutes until she said she had enough. Thinking the night was over I climbed in bed beside her and she gave me a reassuring kiss and a pat on the head saying "Good boy. But my pets do not sleep next to me." She pointed to her feet. I climbed to the foot of the bed and layed my face beside her feet. She quickly put her feet on my face and began to smother me with those tan soles once more. She played with my face for a short time then ordered me to kiss her feet until she was asleep. I kissed every toe and every inch of her foot. As she was falling asleep she gave me one last order, "I expect to wake up with your face in my feet or my pussy. Have a good night baby." As she drifted off to sleep I could here her deep breathes I laid there in complete nirvana enjoying the smell of my girlfriends beautiful feet. As I drifted off to sleep with my face deep in her soles I began to wonder how I should wake her up.And till today,,,i am under her shoes.....

trampled by cruel sister

2010-09-30T12:11:00.000+05:30

SO mistresses and slaves,how sisters can be cruel and brutal you will find it today after reading this real story.This is story of a boy,aged 17 years, named-Rahul, he is a big foot fetish and he realizes her sister as his mistress .He is always in looking for a chance to lick,smell and get tramples under the feet of his sister.Sister name is Parul ,she is 18...so enjoy the story below and your comments and suggestions are always welcome.

From my late childhood I started feeling attraction towards female feet. It all started when I was young and and we both mixed wrestling and mimic it on our selves, after playing wrestling, she put her foot on my face exactly like the female characters pose for victory and I smelt it and it was amazing. A few years ago can't remember how I did it but I got her to trample me barefoot, and I've always wanted it to happen again. I used to fantasize about her trampling me barefoot and in high heels or in boots and abusing me, which became a reality.

Now she is 18, about 5'4/5, and around 47/48 kg. I bought abs toner online, and after a month it broke on , she asked if I could try to fix it, I laid down on my back and tried to use it and said it's no good, "the best way to tone your abs is have somebody stand on your stomach while you do sit ups, here I'll show you, stand on my stomach and I'll try to do 10 sit ups."

She said "you sure you'll be able to handle my weight?" I kept reassuring her how light she is and it's not a problem, so she stood on my stomach and was holding on to a chair, but it felt weak. "try and stand on me full weight without holding on to the chair" I told her. So she let go of the chair and tried to balance her self on me, that when the full weight hit me. I tried to last as long as I can because I've been waiting for that for too long. "so, aren't you going to do the sit ups?" she asked. "Yeah I'm just prepping myself". So I very slowly started doing 10 sit ups, and just to reassure her she wasn't hurting me or anything, I kept saying. "Damn your too light, if somebody heavy was on me my abs would be toned within days". She replied, really I'm that light? "Yeah trust me, ok just to prove it try jumping on me. She jumped on me then slipped off. I said, "stand on me again and hold onto the chair, and jump as many times as you want." So she stood on my stomach, held onto the chair then jumped on me repeatedly, about 5 or 6 times in a row. This is where it got painful, but I held all the pain in and said, "see, doesn't hurt at all". She stood off me and I said, with your heel, hit it into my stomach as hard as you can, because this makes you strong as well. So she dug her heel into my stomach, lifted it as high as she could, and repeatedly hit it into my stomach.I started enjoying and i wanted more and more.

Trust me your really light, I need some more weight, have you got any heavy shoes or something? Those goth shoes would do the trick! I joked.
She opens her cupboard, "ohhh, all I have are these doll shoes which aren't heavy at all, and these" (she lifts up a pair of pink high heels, 5 inches and very thin!, I've had fantasies of her trampling me with those very same shoes!)

Hmm, lets give the heels a go, they should work I said. "you mad!? I'll probably kill you if I stand on you in these!!" "You're not even heavy so I doubt you can hurt me in them, just putting extra weight on.
So she put on the heels and stood on me while holding some of her weight back by holding the chair. "ok let go of the chair". So she let go and....wow, the pain was just...painful and amazing at the same time. She lifted one foot up which for some reason hurt even more (im guessing because her entire weight was digging into my stomach with one heel. I look up and all I could see is the dirt from the bottom of her shoe, and I look at my stomach and the entire 5 inches of her heel were dug into my stomach. I couldn't bear the pain of her entire weight in one heel, so I held all the pain in and said,"actually, that hurts a bit, use both your feet" So she stood back to normal on my stomach and said, "you gonna do the sit ups?" So I did the sit ups slowly, and as I got to the last 2 or 3 (I was really taking my time) She got a bit impatient and said "come on!" and stomped her right foot into my stomach. I was going to scream, but I carried on.....i asked her to insert her heels in my mouth...she was shocked...i begged her ....plzzzzzz......then she said ok,,,my bastard dog,,,,so suck my heels....and she proudly inserted her sharp pointed heels in my mouth and i stared sucking them vigorously...i was feeling much more satisfied now.

After that she got off and took the heels off and said, "so is it working?" I tried to stand up but I was completely wrecked, it's like she shattered my insides! "Yeah, let me do one more set and call it a day." She stood back onto me, barefoot, and I asked "go on your tiptoes because it adds more weight", she went on her tiptoes, I looked down and I could just see the souls of her feet. She started randomly jumping on me and said "it's like I'm a ballerina!" I laughed, quickly did the sit ups and lied on the ground like a dead body..she smiled and put her 1 feet on my head and said,,,ohh my poor doggy is tired.....and started crushing my head under her feet...after five minutes of head crush..she pushed me by her legs and now i was lying on my back...she put her 1 feet on my chest and said,,now its all enough go and take bath and i stood in pain but i was happy inside ....

a trampling cristmas eve...

2010-09-27T07:06:00.000+05:30

hello slaves and mistresses ..here i come with another trampling story,but this is not a very extreme trampling story but a true experience of one of my slave JOHN ESPRESSO...he shared his very own trampling experience with me and wanted me to publish his experience in my blog...so here goes the story...do comment on it...

hi am 32 years male from Phil. My previous girlfriend and I are still friends. She knows about my trample/femdom fetish and occasionally indulges in my fetish because she knows it makes me happy. She doesn't like to trample me in stiletto heels even though she knows they are my favorite but she love trample me by her hard sole boots. She is afraid of hurting me and leaving scars. She will occasionally try on stiletto boots and shoes for me at the shoe store just to get a rise out of me (such a tease!). Anyway, she knows I like to be trampled with shoes so she decided to give me my Christmas present a few days early.

Last night we were doing some Christmas shopping downtown and walking around. At some point, we are walking by in a neighborhood which is familiar to her and she tells me that there is a fetish shop with fetish shoes & clothes in it. She asks me if I would like to go. In the back of my mind, I was thinking she would try on some high heels for me. How can I resist? So we went to the store and she took me to the shoe section. She held up some clear platform stiletto heels that light up when you move them. She then pointed to some thigh high boots and ankle boots. I asked her to try them on for fun but she was too tired from all the walking around we did. Naturally, I was a bit disappointed.i started imagining her milky thighs in knee high boots...i was getting on.

We left the fetish store and continued shopping. This is a great time of year and lots of women wear high heel boots with very narrow heels. I saw one at a store for kitchen appliances. She was tall and even taller with high high heel boots. The heels were very narrow and about had to be about 5 inches high. I had just gotten a coffee in my hand as it was a cold day walking around shopping. She happened to do a heel stand at which point I was shocked and actually lost control of my hand containing the coffee. It spilled all over the floor at which point I was pretty embarrassed but they cleaned up the mess. It made my day seeing that heel stand.

Anyway, we were done shopping and decided to catch the train home. Once we got at the train stop to get off the train, I told my ex-g/f that I was going to head home. She was feeling lonely and badly wanted my company and a damn nice back rub. I was pretty tired myself so I just wanted to go home. She kept insisting on making me stay and finally I cut a deal with her. I'd give her a back rub and stay if she gave me a back rub with her shoes. She agreed and I was once again shocked because she rarely does this for me with shoes. I do often get her to walk on my back barefoot and I love hearing her crack my back with her feet.

After I give her one of my best back rubs using massage oils, my hands, some massaging tools, she got out of bed and told me to lie down on the floor.[she was wearing a micro skirt ,i was really getting excited ,as was looking a pure domina in dim blue light, her hairs were open] So I did, face down, and she asked again if I would like it with or without shoes. I told her with shoes, of course, and she said first she would give me a massage barefoot and then with shoes. She proceeded to climb on my back and walk all the way to my shoulders. i was surprised when she started abusing me ,she said-dogs like you should be crushed like a bug under our feet...ooooooooo....it was extremely exciting,,,i urged her to abuse me more and she continued abusing me .She isn't a light girl. She weighs about 150 lbs and I love the pressure on my body. I heard several bones popping as she walked across my back. Boy did it feel good!

She got off after 10 minutes and proceeded to go to the closet to get her shoes. She has several kinds of shoes, ranging from 2 in spike heels to 4 in chunky heels to 3 in wedge heels and my favorite pair which was a a high heel sandal with a rectangular heel that is 1 in wide by 1/2 in long by 4 in tall. She had walked one time on me with these heels and it really dug in with its sharp edges as the shoe was new. Since I let her pick the shoes she would use on me, she ended up picking the 3 in wedge high heel sandals. The heel on these sandals are about 1.5 in by 1.5 in square. I was still excited even though it wasn't the shoes that I hoped for. She climbed aboard and started walking up my back. I felt the 1.5 x 1.5 in heel digging in some as it was also a relatively new shoe. She did something amazing that she had never done before. She started to rock on my lower back. On her toes and then her heels. She had started to do this up my back and it felt sooooo good. She still weighed 150 lbs and my face was turning red as I was trying to get some air in my lungs to breathe. She was once again rocking in her wedge heels on my lower back and started to slide. Her heel dug in tight but every time she rocked on her heels she would slide some more and eventually she slid off. It hurt some too, but I didn't make any noise because I didn't want her to think she was hurting me. The edges of her heels were still new and left a gash in my skin that burned a little. After about 5 minutes, she got off and I didn't get up off the floor for a few minutes, just embracing the moment. When I had gotten up, I took off my shirt to see the damage in a mirror. It wasn't too bad but my skin was red where she slid off and where the edges of her heel cut in my back were these gashes that were starting to swell up. I looked at my shirt, it was a white shirt. You can see where some of the dirt from her shoes rubbed off on my white shirt. Oh wow, what a feeling! I hope she does it again because I will give her the best damn back rubs I can if she gives me the best damn tramples in return!!!!

Introducing.....Godess Sujata Malhotra

2010-09-24T07:05:00.001+05:30

Hello mistress and slaves....today i am introducing a real life godess or mistress Sujata Malhotra. Read her own real story of how she became a mistress ,what he thinks about female dominance and how he dominate and punishes her bloody slaves...IN HER OWN WORDS.

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Sujata Malhotra . I live with my submissive husband, Sumit Malhotra in Delhi.We are both working in a private bank .While sumit and I have been married for over five years, we are now in the fifth year of a loving femdom life.

If you are looking for anything X rated or very kinky, you will probably not find it here. Over the last year I have made comments on other blogs. What I have discovered is that there are a lot of sweet guys out there who are blogging about their relationships, and about their desire to be in a committed 'femdom' type relationship with a loving women. I hope that these sweet guys, as well as the women that love them, find something of use in this blog.

One of the things that I adore about most of the guys, the bloggers, is that they are looking for ways to please their wives. Sure, they hope to have something in return, but what women wouldn't love to have a guy that does the housework and is constantly looking for ways to make her life better. While! Thinking back five years ago, I wish I knew back then that my little guy is submissive.

The other thing I like about the guys is that they are looking to their wives to be the 'mistress' of their dreams. From what I can see they are not spending money on the professional dominatrix, or looking outside the home. They are trying to find what they need right their at home. Any women, who loves her guy, wants to please him. We all know if a guy can't find what he needs at home he will either be frustrated or he will find what he needs somewhere else. As a women in a relationship with a submissive guy, I feel it just make sense to help him be happy and content with his life. You are not going to change him.

Five years ago I could not imagine bossing my husband around like a servant. I could not imagine him wanting to wander around by anyone, especially me. Well, life changes, and we discover different things about other people as well as ourselves. Today, I think of myself as sumit's mistress, his owner, and yes, I do feel very comfortable giving him orders and proud also. I also expect those orders to be obeyed. For us this is not a game. Sumit, my husband, is afraid of me. The authority I have over him is real. During the course of this blog I hope to talk more about authority and obedience as it relates to dominate wives and submissive husbands.

Most guys that send me emails want to know how it all started. How did Sumit introduce me to the concept, and why did I agree to take control of my him. It started by accident. We were a fairly typical couple. One day I was doing the laundry. I just needed a little more to complete a load. sumit's gym bag was in the closet. I had never opened it before, but it just seamed like a good place to find the dirty laundry I needed. Well, when I went through the gym bag, I found the surprise of my life. Instead of his dirty underwear, I found panties.

By the time sumit came home form work I was boiling mad. My assumption was that he was having an affair. When he walked in the house, I just held them up high for him to see, and said you have better have a good explanation. He just turned red. He almost fainted on the spot.
At first, he really couldn't even talk. He finally just said that the panties were his. I didn't know weather to cry or laugh. He said that he liked to wear women's underwear. It made him feel good. I didn't believe him until he showed me the size. I don't remember exactly what size they were, but they were an extra, extra large type.

Over the course of a very heated discussion sumit admitted to me that he was submissive. I asked him what that meant. He didn't really give me an answer at first, he just put his head down in shame. He then layed the bomb shell on me. He told me that he had been seeing a dominatrix, and that she had told him to wear panties on certain days of the week. Except for an old HBO special I didn't really know anything about what a dominatrix did, except that it probably involved whips and chains and money..while he was on ground holding my feet..i started feeling cozy and brutal as i was angry i want to kick his body and crush his head...and i did so...i put my feet with high heels on his head and started grinding his soft hairs under my block soles......

Anyway, that was my introduction to the world of submissive husbands.......to be continued.....

mistress wife.....slave hubby

2010-09-18T09:44:00.001+05:30

Hi mistresses and slaves ,,after a long time i am posting a brand new story of one of my dogs....his name is Shiva sehgal...enjoy his story...the real true experience of femdom..

hai i am male, 38 from India, and a real story.....happened around 3 years back.....am married and and we had a neighbor married couple with 2 kids..the lady was around 36 and had a good physique...i had always had a liking for female feet and had observed that this lady had a a great feet pure white and soft..she used to wear heels and shoes too.....i was a silent admirer of her feet and always longed to served and be under such a lovely feet........one day had been to their house...and was talking to her hubby and she was there sitting next to him and sitting crossed leg wearing a pant and t shirt and couldn't desist from stealing glances of her lovely bare naked feet ...absolute marvel her feet was....never knew that she observed my liking....when her hubby during the course of conversation went inside to pick his mobile..she also got up and went inside....her husband came back but this lady was instructing her servant maid who was cleaning the floor... the servant maid around 28 years was kneeling and scrubbing the floor and this lady came and started instructing her and i could see her lovely feet just touching the servants feet and i cudnt control my temptation and before she started to come to the place we were seated i notice her feet almost on the servant thighs.....after few weeks during a rainy season....her kids had come home to play and my family had gone out....it was evening and she called her kids home and they went...after few minutes she sent one of kids to me asking me to help the kid with some home work....i went obligingly and inside her house squatted on the floor with the kid and helping him in his homework....i was squatted just below the sofa..and after some time this goddess came and sat on the sofa...she was watching tv and all of a sudden she asked the kid and me whether the homework is completed and i said just about..she nudged her feet on the kids thighs and asked him to learn things...it was lovely her feet playing while talking..she offered me coffee and sat on the sofa just next where i was sitting on the floor.....i had a close up view of her lovely beautiful feet..she was wearing 3/4th pants and cud see the anklets and the soft beautiful white feet....i tried to shift my feet closer to her feet...and in few moments my feet were touching the toes of those beautiful gorgeous feet..an electric feeling engulfed me...she did not make any attempt to move her feet away which dared me to push my feet little further and in the instant i could feet the soft soles of her feet on my feet....she was siting cross leg now..and while doing so she put her feet on my feet like a queen....the kid in the meanwhile went inside to fetch another book...my hands slowly touched her feet it was silky lovely..she being a dominating queen...took the opportunity to put her feet on my hands almost trampling....and she changed over her legs and now while doing so her feet magically was on my thighs and her hanging feet was almost touching my waist and within seconds her feet was completely resting on my waist and the other on my thighs it was a lovely experience and while doing so we never had any eye contact.......within minutes the work over the kids went out again.....and i was still squatted on the floor and she asked me to remain seated and and got up to the door...she came back and stood before me and planted her feet on my thighs again and started the conversation....and she again sat royally with cross legs with her one feet on my thighs now more pressed harder and while talking she lifted the other feet and planted it on my shoulder........now slowly she pushed my to the floor with her feet on my chest and the other feet on my stomach....she was now glued to the tv and and her one feet slowly came on my nect and now on my face and on my lips......i could see what a beautiful feet and legs she had..she was really a goddess and i was a slave her under feet....she pushed her toes and feet into my mouth and rubbing her toes on my teeth and tongue...and the other feet now more pressed on my stomach....i could feel her other feet on my thighs and near my crotch .....don't know what happened she stood up and and planted her feet on my chest and face.....and went inside and came back wearing a beautiful heel black sandals....now she sat cross legs and placed her one feet on my chest and the other dangling and tapping my face.....i could feel the goddess now slowly tapping my chest with those heels and she was really dominating with her feet and in total control....i held her one feet with heels and started smelling and licking and kissing......she kicked me on the chest and and asked me and laid me flat again......now her other feet was on my crotch and i cud feel the heels pressed on my crotch.....and the other heels tapping my cheeks and lips......she asked me to remove her sandals which i did.....and her bare feet was on my lips and eyes and the other feet rubbing my crotch...now i couldn't control and opened my fly...and held her beautiful feet and thrust it inside..she liked it and her naked feet was inside my underwear....she felt the hardness and my thing was stiffer under my goddess's beautiful soft feet..........now i was sucking her other feet and she was literally trampling my nose lips and eyes .......she ordered my to lick the soles which i did while her other feet was holding my cock and almost pressing it harder and harder.....poornima my goddess was at her dominating best........now she came down and sat on my chest and her buttocks was almost on my face now she sat on me and with her feet on my stomach and one feet again inside my underwear.......now she was vigorously rubbing my cock and i could feel the cum and not able to control i cummed on her beautiful feet.....she stood up now and ordered me to lick her feet and clean it which my tongue obligingly did....after this it was time up for me to leave and she placed her feet on my head and the other on my thighs and thanked me.............waiting for another opportunity to serve my goddess purnima's lovely feet.

cute teacher...cute feet...cruel intentions

2010-09-01T06:59:00.001+05:30

Here I come with another student teacher foot fetish story.The story is real but to make it more interesting i have edited it nicely.The story is of 8th class student Anuraag Tripathi and her science teacher Manjusha Mishra.Read the experience of anuraag and enjoy it....plzzz do comment if u like and do click on my adss.....[see above the post heading and on right hand side square block]......GOOOO ON......

I was in 8th grade, I liked female feet even from the age of 5. However,something interesting happened in the last period of the day (8th period) and I was having a Motion lesson at school. My School was extra tough because I had go to a Grammar school, so you got around double the times the amount of work as others. Therefore, if you get distracted by the beautiful female feet of your teacher and dream about being her slave, you will slip behind in your academics . But it was the last period of the day and I thought why not!? So I took a look down at my teacher's feet and my heart stopped for 2 seconds. My physics teacher had the most perfect feet in comparison to other school teachers. She was also the most strict and beautiful. My teacher even kept a small stool for people to sit next to her desk in order to sit on and be humiliated if they misbehaved. Each toe of hers was perfectly painted in a rich red, full of quality and colour, showing from the tips of the high heels. And unlike the other teachers she dangled them like crazy. She had long dark brown hair along with sexy long legs and a very dominant (but beautiful) face. Anyway, we were in the lesson and we were discussing in class about Motrion . We talked about eyes and height etc... and then she reached the subject of feet. She drew two big feet on the board and showed us how there were two main different types of feet. One where the big toe was biggest, and the other where the middle toe was biggest. There were only about 15 people in the class (half the class) as the rest were doing a school activity they were chosen for so I had a much better view of her feet. Next she told us all to take our own shoes and socks off to see what type of feet we had. I thought I saw a mischevious smile play on her face when she saw us all take our shoes off. She went along looking at our feet commenting about what type they were. When she reached me, I still had my socks on so she asked me why I was hiding them. I said there was no need to show them because you could see I had a larger big toe. Then she teased me, which had never happened before. She asked me if I was hiding them because they were ugly with a smile on her face. I said no, with which she replied 'take them off then'. I took them off and she started giggling and said to me point blank, 'Now I know why you were hiding them'. Most of the class weren't paying attention. Then she went to look at the next person's feet and in the process her high heel landed on my barefoot. She pressed down extremely hard causing me an extreme amount of pain for about 30 seconds and then went on to the next person. She pretended that she hadn't noticed, as her back was turned when she stepped on my foot, but I suspected otherwise. After she looked at everyones' feet she announced to the class 'Nobody has asked me about my feet yet'. At that moment I went harder than ever before. Only half the class watched her take her shoe off and expose her breathtaking bare foot, but the only one that was aroused and watching intently was me.Her foot was just the right size, not too big, not too small, her toes and toenails were just the right size, and her sole and arch were perfect. She wiggled her red painted toes (at which point I was beyond speechless) and pointed to her middle toe and told us how her middle toe was longer than her big toe. She looked around and caught my eye, at which point I snapped my look away from her feet with a bright red face. Afterwards she promptly put her foot back into her shoe and continued normally with the last 10 minutes of the lesson (of which I did no work and just stared in an entranced matter at her lovely foot dangling). When the lesson ended she asked to look at everyones' books to see if they had done enough work. Everyone had, but when she finally reached me she said that there was still around 3/4 of a page of notes I had to catch up on, and ordered me to stay behind after school and copy them up as punishment for being such a slow writer. So when everybody had left, she sat on her desk, started working on her laptop and dangled her feet like crazy, exposing her bare feet many times in the process, but she took no notice of me. They were the slowest notes I ever copied in my life, savouring each second to stare at her feet, not even caring if she caught me. Halfway through copying my notes she looked up from her laptop and asked me 'Have you finished yet?', with which I replied 'No, I still have one more paragraph to go.' Then she said 'Well hurry up then, I hope nothing is distracting you.' 'No nothing is.' I replied. ' It wouldn't be that horrible stench of feet that everyone left in my room when we left would it?', 'No' I said. 'What do you think of that awful smell.' 'Well... I don't mind it too much... I mean it's not that bad...' 'So you like it?' My teacher teased. 'No I never said that.' 'Well that's odd, because every time I've done this lesson, you're the only one who hasn't commented on the smell. In fact you've been completely fine with it.' 'Yeah..' I replied uneasily. 'Well chop-chop, get on with your work then, we haven't got all day.'. And with that I finished my work promptly and was making my way out to leave when she said 'Wait a minute, you have to show me that you have in fact finished all your work.' So I got my work out and showed it to her. As she looked through it, she gently dangled her shoe and let it brush my leg from time to time. Finally she said 'That is terrible hand writing, you think you'll get away with that? Tidy up my room and put all the stools on top of the tables before you leave.' I did as she said and then I put my bag on and saw her shoe fall quite a way away from her breathtaking feet as a result of extreme dangling. There were a few moments of silence with which she asked me if I would kindly pick her shoe up and put it back on to her feet. 'Of course' I replied. So slowly I picked up her shoe and put it back on to her foot ever so slowly, inhaling as deeply as I could in the process. My thing was so hard it was bulging at an extremely sharp point out of my trousers that anyone wold have immediately noticed it. I had never been so close to her feet before. After putting her shoe back on her foot I sat there breathless for about 1 minute just staring at her feet. Then she quietly took her shoe and put the point of it on my head, I could just feel her toe touching my forehead ever so slightly. She pushed gently and I fell over onto my back because I was wearing such a heavy bag. I could see her massive grin. She was enjoying every moment of this.she took her other foot up and hovered it over my solid cock, but never touched it. She said to me 'Do you like feet?' 'Yes' I replied. 'Who's in particular?' 'Yours Miss'. She laughed so hard for 10 seconds. 'Well that's too bad, I would never let a little grovelling kid like you ever have the pleasure of even touching my feet.' I was so disappointed. My heart sank to new depths. I was about to erect when her shoe that she was dangling fell on my cock. It hurt so much, but there was worse to come. 'Oops' She said, and with that took her foot placed it in the shoe and pressed down so hard on my cock, that tears were welling up in my eyes. My erection came out full force. She watched with a cruel smile on her face. 'Stand up' She ordered. So I did. 'Now get out of my room and go home trying to hide that wet patch.' And with that I left that room completely and utterly humiliated leaving her in hysterical laughter. Lesson afterwords continued as normal.

This story is 100% true and the only foot experience I ever had. Unfortunately to this day I have never actually touched or worshiped female feet... I am still wishing however...

Thanks and hoped you enjoyed my story.

indian actress femdom

2010-08-27T13:46:00.002+05:30

Hey guys...watch this stunning video of a top bollywood actress Kareena Kapoor and Abhishek Bacchan, Son of Mr. Amithabh Bacchan. This is a video from a bollywood movie REFUGEE . A nice foot on chest or trampling is done by Kareena Kapoor.They are talking in Hindi,,,,first the lady pushes the guy on the floor and falls herself also,but she quickly stands up and puts her one feet on the hero's chest and interrogates forcefully that...now will u say me buffalo any more....enjoy it....and comment on it if you like....

sister and the aaya

2010-08-22T18:19:00.002+05:30

Here is a story written by one of my slaves , his name is Rajesh Thapa . He mailed me this story on my email id and i am publishing this story on my blog. Though i have edited his story and added some more spices into it so that you can enjoy up to its extreme.[[but don't forget to comment and follow my blog as very soon i am going to publish a list of all my special friends who have followed my blog and will be accepted as my slave]]

Hi...I am Rajesh , here my story goes...my age is 12 years
It was Sunday morning , someone knocked the door,it was my new aaya[baby sitter] my mother opened the door and called me to introduce me to herself. Her name was Rajini ,I was shocked to see her as i never got such a beautiful and young lady as my aaya .She was about 5 feet and 7 inch and 52 kg of weight and 21 years of age.
Her feet were a perfect size 7. To make things even better she was wearing a blue churidaar with a white low cut kurta , and black 4-inch high heels. I was still staring at her amazing body when she said in a somewhat irritated voice, "Hi, I'm Rajini."
I looked up at her face and saw her beautiful smile, I responded by saying, "Hi, I'm Rajesh." We shook hands, then my mom took Rajini in the house. I followed , admiring her tight ass. After about an hour of instructions, my parents finally left, leaving me alone with Rajini. My twin sister Geetu was out at her friend’s house at the time. Rajini asked me what I wanted to do, so I suggested watching TV for a little while. She agreed, and we sat down on the couch to watch a movie. During the movie, we had a conversation, and got to know each other better. Then about halfway through the movie there was a scene where a woman kicked a man in the balls because he was trying to rape her. We watched as the man crumpled to the ground and began making funny noises. Suddenly Rajini started laughing like an evil . She said that that's got-a hurt. Then she turned to me and asked if I had ever been kicked in the balls.I was stunned. But then I remembered one time when my sister Geetu kicked me by mistake. I began to tell Rajini my story about how my sister and I were having a fake fight and she ended up kicking me in the balls unintentionally. Rajini asked if it hurt really bad, and I said yeah and that I've never experienced pain like that before. To my surprise, she laughed and said that she wonders what it would be like to kick a guy in the balls. I was uncomfortable with the conversation, and I was really glad that my sister walked in right at that moment. We all finished watching the movie, and afterwards I walked upstairs to take a bath. It was around 10pm. As I sat in the shower, I began to think about Rajini. I was picturing her juicy body and I immediately became incredibly horny.

The next day, Rajini seemed a little meaner to me than the day before but she was beginning to act really nice to Geetu. That made me mad so as my sister walked by I decided to trip her. She fell down as I had hoped she would. As I laughed she got up and as soon as I started to walk away she ran up and kneed me in the balls from behind. It hurt so bad and I fell to the floor immediately. I looked to Rajini to see if she was going to yell at Amy, but she just sat there on the couch with her sexy legs crossed staring at me with a smile on her face. She said I deserved it. I walked up to my room and lied down on the bed. Rajini called up to the room and said that she was going out with Geetu to get pizza. When I heard the front door slam shut, I decided to look at my Playboy. As I sat on the bed stroking my little organ, I began to completely lose track of time. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Rajini. I moved as quickly as I could to cover up the Playboy and my organ with a cover but it was too late. She asked me what the f**k I was doing. I didn't respond. Then she said, “Let me see what you were looking at.” I didn't react, so she came over and uncovered me. Instead of yelling at me, she asked, “So you like looking at nude women.” I nodded my head ‘yes’. Then she asked if I had ever seen one live and I said no. My face was bright red. She had a devilish grin on her face. Then in a sexy voice, she asked me If I wanted to see her naked. I didn't respond, but as my dick began to become erect she knew my answer was yes. Then she offered me a deal. She'd take her clothes off if I'd let her kick me in the balls first. Unfortunately my penis did the thinking for me. I agreed, so she told me to stand spread-eagled against the wall. I followed her commands. She walked up to me and rubbed the tip of her 4-inch black platform shoe on the length of my hard little penis. Then she brought her knee up to her chest and launched a side kick right into my balls, crunching them between her shoes and the wall. Then she began to twist her shoe, grinding my balls into the wall. While she was doing this she laughed and told me how stupid I was and that she'd never take her clothes off for an immature 15-year-old boy. As she continued grinding my balls with her platform shoes, she warned that if I ever said anything about this that she'd cut my balls off and serve them for dinner. With that, she released pressure and laughed some more as I rolled around on the floor. Then she walked out the door and instructed me to come down to the table and eat pizza with her and Geetu. After about a half hour I finally got enough strength to go down. As we ate the pizza, Geetu kept poking me in the balls under the table with the heel of her shoe. That night I went to bed.

The next day, my parents called Rajini answered, and shortly after they asked to talk to me. Since my mother was a really loud talker, Rajini could hear when she asked me how everything was going. She put her foot about an inch away from my balls to warn me. I gave a good report to my mom, saying how great Rajini was. Later that night, Rajini called me down again. As I entered the living room, I noticed that she and Amy both had on incredibly sexy outfits. Short tight shirts, and platform heels. I immediately became aroused. I knew something was wrong especially when my sister said, “Look, it’s all ready pointing up.” Rajini replied, “Well I told you he can't control himself.” As soon as she began to approach me, I tried to run away. I ran through the dining room with Rajini close behind. As I turned the corner into the kitchen I felt my balls smash against the shoe of my sister who had been holding her foot out in front of me. When I fell to the floor, Rajini came running in and kicked me in the balls from behind. She said never to run from her again. Her and Geetu shared a good laugh. Then they brought me into the living room, and laid me on the hard wood floor. Rajini said to Geetu that she would teach her how to destroy a man's balls, and how much of a turn on it is. With that, she grabbed my arms, holding them behind my back, and she lifted me up. Then she instructed Geetu to knee my nuts. Geetu walked up and looked me in the eye. Before kneeing me she said, "I'm gone-a love this." Then she lifted her knee up with as much speed as she possibly could right into my balls. I wanted to fall on the floor, but since Rajini was holding me I couldn't. I looked at my sister, and I saw an almost cruel look on her face. She then proceeded to knee me about ten more times before Rajini finally let me fall to the ground. I was now completely out of energy and they had just begun. Now Rajini was holding me down and Natalie said that it was time for a new kind of groin pain. She pulled down my pants and after making a joke to my sister about how little my organ was, she grabbed hold of my balls and began to squeeze with all her might. I was screaming in agony, while the two girls just laughed at my pain. Finally after about a minute, Rajini released my balls from her hands, and just as I began to relax, she squeezed again and then let go quickly. Then my sister took her turn, at squeezing ball. Although her grip was not as bad as ,Rajini it still killed. When she finally let go, and Natalie dropped me to the ground, I looked up to see Rajini reaching up her skirt. She was getting turned on by destroying my manhood. I was even more shocked when I saw Geetu doing the same thing while they both stood right over my head. I never could have thought women would be so cruel. Now Rajini decided that it was time to teach Geetu how to kick.Rajini looked down at me and giggled while she bumps my face with the toe of her shoe, I started to get up, but Rajini put her shoe on the top of my head and pushed me back down. She asked Geetu if there was any rope around the house, so Geetu headed for the store room and returned with some.Rajini then proceeded to keep me down, and she tied my legs so that they were as spread apart as possible. At the same time Geetu tied my arms down. Now I was lying on my back in a totally vulnerable position. Rajini then stood over my head with right foot against the right side of my head and her left foot against the left side of my face and told me to open my eyes and look up her skirt. I tried not to, knowing there was a catch to all this, but she said if I didn't look up her skirt, at her pussy, she would cut my dick off with a dull knife. So I looked up. In about a minute, I was completely stiff and horny, and my dick was pointing straight up. After telling Geetu about the incident that happen the night before where she found out how horny I was Rajini instructed geetu to walk between my legs and kick my little balls as hard as she possibly could. Before Geetu kicked me, she squatted between my legs and gave my balls a light punch then she laughed and said how I will never be able to knock up some poor innocent young girl and force her to have a baby, when she's done with me. With that, she stood up, pulled her right leg way back behind her, and then brought it forward right into my balls. I could feel the heel of her platform crush my balls back into my body, and my head bounce up hard between Rajini press tight inside right leg and inside left leg and then my head slid back down her tightly press legs until my head hit the floor and came to rest at Rajini 4” spike heels and I blacked out.

I woke up shortly after to see Rajini and Geetu sitting on the couch When they noticed that I was awake, Rajini got up. She laughed and said I should have stayed asleep. Geetu then walked up on my chest and began jumping up and down, it hurt like hell, but I got an even worse pain when Rajini kicked my balls with her open-toed platform. But instead of pulling her foot away from my balls, she kept them there and wiggled her toe around then she brought it back and booted me again. Then Geetu step off my chest and onto my head and twisted some before getting all comfy up there. I felt like my skull was about to crack. Now Rajini instructed Geetu to walk between my legs again. She came around and sat down on my face so that her legs were spread towards my face, her feet were on both sides of my head. She started to tell me how putting me through pain makes her wet, then she slid forward and sat right on my face so that her pussy was covering my mouth.. Then Rajini told Geetu to grab both my feet and lift them up so they were on both sides of her waist. (I was untied by now, but I wasn't going anywhere with this kind-a pain.) Then Rajini told Amy to stomp down on my balls with all of her might. Geetu let out a grunt as she smashed her foot down into my balls. I tried to scream, but Rajini pussy was covering my mouth. Rajini began moaning, as my breath was blowing into her. Geetu slammed her foot down again on my balls, but this time she kept it there and began grinding them. I was in complete agony. Suddenly Rajini slid up, and started sliding back and forth on my nose. I could tell she was close to orgasm. As my sister grinded away, Rajini began bouncing up and down using my nose as the organ. Each time she came down, her ass crushed my face. Finally she spilled all her juices on my face. She gave one last moan the she got up. My sister stopped grinding my balls and looked atRajini .Rajini then said to her, "Why don't I just leave you to alone while I go upstairs and get cleaned up." Before leaving, she warned Geetu not to pop my nuts, because they needed them for the rest of the week. When she was gone, Geetu walked up on my chest and look down at me. Then she said, "Me and you are gone-a have lots of fun from now on. We can play this game every day until you move out and If you ever tell mom, I'll go into your room at night and cut your balls right from your body then I'll put them in a boiling pot of water and eat them for dinner. You'd like that wouldn't you ?" She decided that it was time for her orgasm so she jumped from my chest right onto my balls. She once again began to grind my balls with her shoe, but this time she was fingering herself while doing it. She was in such an orgasmic state, that she didn't notice that she was putting every single ounce of her weight on my balls. I knew that if she didn't orgasm soon, my balls would pop. Then she finally let out a high-pitched moan, and she fell back onto the couch. As she stared at me clutching my balls on the ground, she laughed and said, WOW!!! that was so much fun, was it good for you Matt. I sure hope so because we’re gone-a be doing it so much that you might have to cut your own balls off just to relieve the pain."

For the rest of that week, Rajini and Geetu tortured me. When my parents came home, they told me to come down to the door and walk Rajini out. She gave a hug goodbye and while we were hugging she gave me a light knee to the balls then she whispered, "I'll be back." With that she blew me a little kiss goodbye and left. I sighed in relief that my torture was finally over, but then a horrible though came to my mind.
I turned around to see my sister giving me an evil grin. She said, "you better hope mom and dad never leave you and me alone again" then she laughed and walked away.

THE END

list of various femdom and trampling scenes in indian cinema ,shows and advertisements

2010-08-19T19:38:00.002+05:30

hhi,,,mistresses and slaves,,,here i am posting some very good femdom stuff from Indian cinema,tv shows,serials and advertisements,,,plzzz read carefully....and if you like the content plzz post comments and follow my blog and plzz subscribe if you want to know when latest content is added in my blog .plzzz click on my ads also...[right hand side yellow block..follow the arrow]

1. GAAYAB- Antara Mali flaunts her lovely soles while she is lying on bed

2. SHOLA AUR SHABNAM- Archana Puran singh shows her feet while lying on bed when anupam kher enters her room

3. DASTAK- Villain kisses the soles of SUSHMITA SEN when she is unconscious

4. ROAD- Vivek Oberoi is at the Feet of Antara Mali in one song

5. JUNGLE- Fardeen Khan is at the Feet of Urmila in one song

6. Another old movie is "Saat Bijliyan" (I hope I remember the name right). This movie has 7 women fighting injustice. The team is led by Tina Munim. It has a couple of trample / foot on chest scenes.

7. The Telugu film Pratighatana of which the Hindi film Pratighaat is a copy also has a foot on chest / victory pose scene at the end of the movie.

8. talking about Goddess Rekha how can one forget the movie

9. SILSILA- in one scene Goddess Rekha is sitting on a swing and camera is focused on her Gorgeous FEET.

10.UTSAV- in one song Shekhar Suman drinks water from FEET of Goddess REKHA

11.about drinking from FEET of Goddess there is another movie

12.DUM- one Villain drinks wine from the FEET of GODDESS YANA GUPTA in song babuji dheere chalo

13.there are movies that complete songs based on woshipping women's feet like 1.arshad warsi worshipping rekha's feet in mujhe meri biwi se bachao.2)a south indian movie "chellamae" in one song the heroine remma sen has her foot worshipped by the hero.same movie another song she pushes him away using her feet3) "kadhal kondein" name of the song is"manasa rendum"-the guy just kisses her feet alll through the song and in the end she walks off by placing afoot on his chest,we get see it from his point of view(absolutely awesome)

14.Some of you may remember the movie "Chameli Ki Shaadi" starring Anil Kapoor and Amrita Singh. Anil Kapoor is a wrestler in the film. In a song sequence, Amrita Singh is seen defeating Anil Kapoor in a mock wrestling match and victory posing on him with her foot on his chest

15. In a song sequence in the movie "Daud", Urmila Matondkar places her foot on Sanjay Dutt's back.

16.preetam-an old movie of shammi,helen & leena chandrawarkar.lots of femdom scene.

17.prince-vaijntimala sits on rajendernath & hits him several time

18.rajkumar-actress jumps several time on hero's back

19.dharmveer-scene of putting boots in zeenat's feet

20.seeta aur geet-hema malini put her shoe on villians back foe few minutes

21.dulhe raja-govinda&raveena stuck in the lift,raveena came out after putting her full weight on his hands & then through on him too.

22. a song featuring govinda & karishma " jaith ki dopahri mein pair jale hai" have many scenes

23. raja hindustani-johny lever lie on archna purn singh's shoe & kiss them.

24.jungle mein mungle-a song have many femdom scenes.

25. mr & mrs khiladi- in a scene juhi sits on the back of akshay kumar

26. DON- in the beginning of the song Khaike Pan Banaras..., Goddess Priyanka kicks the back of a person foe few seconds

27. Chalte-Chalte after marriage of sharukh and rani thre is close up on the feet of RANI when she enters their house KARZ- Simi Garewal tramples Rajkiran

28.Unknown Movie- Anil Kapoor Kisses Feet of Juhi Chawla while placing a toe ring in Het Foot

29.Bandhan- guy takes gorgeous FEET of actress/singer Shweta in her lap

30. ADVERTISEMENT- in a new ad of bathroom acessories etc Goddess Sushmita SEN is showm coming out of bath tub and Her Foot is zoomed in.

31. ADVERTISEMENT of Jeevan Sathi.com in the siad ad a lady was shown to be dominating her husbnd by treating him as doggy, while doing so Her FEET were kept in front on a couch

32. Zeenat Aman puts her foot on Sanjeev Kumar"s shoulder in Manoranjan.

33. Feroz Khan strokes the soul of Pravin Babi"s foot in Kala Sona.

34.Shekhar Suman drinks water falling over Rekha"s foot in Utsav.

35.Shashi Kapoor play with Mumtaz"s feet in Chori mera kaam.

36. Raj Kumar worships Meena Kumari"s feet in Pakeezah.

37.Zeenat Aman tramples a bad guy in Don.(old one)

38. Saw an amazing scene on telly last week. It was on a show called Boogie Woogie, a dance competition on Sony TV I think. This 40-something housewife comes out, made up like a cabaret/item girl from some Bollywood film. Carried by a bunch of young guys. She steps on to the back of one young guy and then on to the floor where she proceeds to do an item number to Babuji zara dheere chalo. Then swings on to some other song, rests on the back of one young guy. There's this other guy kneeling in front of her whom she kicks repeatedly on the chest until he falls and places her foot on him.

Victory pose.....womens attitude

2010-08-16T07:22:00.000+05:30

HI...mistresses and slaves, here is a old video from a Hollywood movie in which a lady is dominating her poor husband....first, the lady pushes the husband on the ground forcefully and then she sits on him and started choking his throat and after that she stands up and brutally puts her right leg on her husbands chest and started crushing him cruelly and poses like a godess......

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The train story....3 girls and 1 boy

2010-08-13T19:25:00.001+05:30

Hi mistresses and slaves..here is another story is for you.....this is the story of a boy who is foot fetish and he how he luckily gets a chance to be dominated by her favorite girls.....this is a long story so read it slowly and enjoy....if u like it then plzzz post comments and also click on the right hand side or left hand side block which have moving content,,,,plzzzzzzzzz

hi,,,,,i an john ....There were new girl (let's call her Sara) in the class, who never liked me much. She moved from another school and at once broke hearts of all males in my class. She was very selfconfident, not super beautiful, but with some sexy nerve and I was shy, so she used to ambarass or deride me in front of the others. From the beginning she considered me freak, but I've never gave her a reason to think of me that way. She was very seductive and I was the only lad in the class who resisted her lure (she thought of it that way, in fact I had strong crush on her, but couldn't express it). As time passed she'd became more irritated and aggresive, her verbal attacks became little humiliating, but I was too scared she would discover my fetish and use it against me, so I've never defended myself.

So, there's the trip and (to my greatest discontent) I've landed in one compartment with Sara, two other girls (their names were Magda and Monika) and one of my colleagues (his name is unimportant). As there were a lot of space (the compartments were for eight people) and they spent most of time at the corridor - I've laid along one of the seats, with my head to the window. Only Magda stayed in the compartment with me, but she had occupied the second seat and was reading some magazine. It was quite dim in the compartment, only glimpses of light came from the corridor. So she sat at the doors and spread her legs at my seat. At that age most of the girls of my class had no resistance to not take off their shoes when placing their feet on chairs, sofas, beds or seats. It was really great for me, of course :). Magda, Monika and Sara counted to that group. And that night Monika was in running shoes (sth. like flat soled white Asics), Magda - in flat soled strappy sandals, and Sara in light strapped sandals with white 1/2 inch flat sole raised to 1.5 inch narrow heel.

I've nearly fallen asleep, when Sara and Monika went back and took their places in front of me, Sara at the window and Monika near her. As Sara was in short skirt (she always exposed her legs!), I've awoken really fast hoping I could cast a few glances at her slender legs. As I've mentioned it was rather dark there, so it was little chance she could catch me peeking. Although she was not beautiful, but slender and rather sexy, she has really worth-the-sin legs. The girls talked to each other for some time when I've watched them with half-closed eyes, when Monika got numb and placed her feet (in shoes!) at the edge of my seat, a few inches from my groin. I've started to harden in genital parts. Then Sara payed attention to me and remarked I've been very selfish ocuppying whole length of the couch while three of them had to sit on one side of the compartment. As I've been officially asleep, I did nothing. Then she also rested her feet on my seat, but not with flat sole on the edge, as Monika did, but with her heels on top of the seat, so her shoes towered above my face, just an inch form it. Whoa! It was great, I stayed motionless, waiting what would happen next. I've smelled plastic aroma of Sara's soles and prayed for she pushed her legs little further and placed them on my face. She moved her feet above my face for a moment, not touching it, but I've given no signs I've noticed her, so the girls returned to chatting. As she had to raise fingers of her feet up not to step on me, she quickly got tired, pulled them back and placed on the edge of the seat. I've been really disappointed. I've stared at her gorgeous feet and seen in my mind's eyes that I lick and kiss them, but it was only a dream. As I've been tired, I started to fall asleep again.

Suddenly I've been awaken again, but this time it was Magda, who leaned her feet on my legs. I've stayed quiet, trembling at anticipation what the other girls would do, following her example. And I was correct. Monika raised her feet and gently placed them on my groin. Good idea said Sara This freak deserves nothing else than lying at our feet she giggled in approval and placed her feet tenderly on side of my head. Now I had to ignore the girls no longer. What are you doing? I've grumbled unclearly from underneath Sara's feet. It was great feeling, she placed one foot on my temple and the other on my cheek, and hold them in the air touching my head with balls using minimum pressure. Don't move, and be useful. You're good as our footrest she giggled. I said nothing and Sara gently increased pressure until she rested her feet full weight on my head. Now she positioned her legs for a moment, but left them on the side of my head, with one heel just above my eye and the second one on my cheek. I felt the edges of her hard soled sandals dug into my skin.

As Monika always strived to make an impression on Sara, now she pushed my groin more and more until her legs were fully extended. She pressed me hard, but it was not enough for her. I'll crush you! she threatened me, then slipped her butt down bending her legs, leaned back so her blades rested on the back of the seat and pressed again trying to straighten her legs once more. After a few seconds she succeeded squishing me against back of my seat. The pressure she applied to my groin was nearly unbearable, as a force human can perform with his legs is much bigger than the one needed for holding the body in standing position, walking, jumping or even carrying heavy load. She forced her sandals into my cock with patient determination, but though it was painful, I was really hard and excited, and she felt it with soles of her feet. She grinded her heels into my muscle and really tried hurt me, but she hasn't knew how tough I am. When she pushed my body against the back of the seat, my head moved form the middle of the seat until I was nearly spread on the back of the seat. Now Sara had to push her feet forward to keep them on my face. But if they were bent in the knees at right angle before, now she had to straighten them and roll her feet from side of my head straight to my face.
She placed insteps of her sandals on my mouth and forehead then straightened her feet, too. But her legs were longer then Monika's so she has no real need to slip down, she could just use her sacrum as support. But she wanted to apply much more pressure, so she straightened and raised whole her body, leaned her neck and blades on the wall above the seat and forced herself up to nearly horizontal position. It was much more pressure now I had ever holded on my face, even with flat soled shoes, and Sara repositioned her feet all the time grinding my face with her heels.
One step she almost fractured my nose, but then Magda, who was one of the most quiet girls I ever knew shouted Stop it! You'll hurt him! Monika at once bent his legs, but left them on my groin pressing me lightly to back of the seat, and Sara fell down on her seat, removed feet from my abused face and placed them back on the edge of the seat. Did I hurt you? she asked me with inquiring voice. I've sighed deeply and gathered my mind. I could admit and stop the game, but it would not be what I wanted. So I've ventured to answer: I'm fine. You've got awesome, strong legs, but you can't hurt me this way.

You see? Sara turned to Magda. I suspect he almost liked it. With that she placed her feet on my chest and started to rub it with her soles. Did you, or didn't you? She asked firmly. Well... I've hesitated to tell the truth. Well... it wasn't quite unpleasant... I've used all my diplomacy. I knew it! He likes the pain! triumphed Sara You freak! she pressed her foot to my lips and shaked it lightly. C'mon, Magda, you've got rare opportunity to trample over a man! she encouraged her. It was strange, but suddenly there were no derision, disdain nor hostility in her voice. Even her freak sounded fond.

Magda looked at me scrutinizing. C'mon, is that true? You like the pain? she asked me not convinced at all. I had to answer, 'cos my reputation could have fallen to pieces. I don't like pain I've denied thet suspition. But if you like, you can trample me, ultimately. Magda was in a dither, couldn't bear the thought Sara could have been right. She sat back and clearly gave the field up. But Monika again was the one who never give in. She grinded her feet into my groin again and declared: If you're so dreadful, we'll trample him more! She obviously said it for both of them, her and Sara. Sara without much conviction placed her feet on my face again, but didn't press nor move them around. I've seen she is discontented for some reason, but it seemed she didn't want to use my confession against me. As I had a feeling she understood and accepted some piece me that moment, I could have relaxed and opened up to them little more. It was a good moment to turn the foe into a friend. So I've turned to Magda: Go on, you really can do it, if you want to. I have to admit, it... might be quite interesting I've resolved to dare her a little and then Magda nodded as if she made a decision than said: You know, I have to take something from my luggage. As her rucksack was on the shelf right above me, all of us grinned and temperature right off raised up. Sara and Monika took their feet off me again, and I've layed on my back. Turn around Magda ordered me, but I've not complied with her kind request. No I've said, I want to see you. She started to remove her running shoes, but I had to raise an objection again: Wait! Leave them on, please. She looked at me little surprised but hasn't argue.

OK she consented and then placed her foot on my chest. She hasitated for a moment then bounced against the floor and quickly climbed onto me. She examined my face standing still both feet on my sternum, and I've smiled to her. How is it? asked Sara. Fine, quite... gross, but fine! confirmed Magda and made a few cautious steps to my stomach, and chest again, then raised to her tiptoes, to her heels and leaped a little. Tip-top feeling she said and turned to the shelf. She struggled for a while with her rucksack, but as it was at the same bottom, she gave up quickly. Monika she said you have to remove your rucksack first. But she still stood on my chest and was not going to step down! OK Monika stood up on her seat then jumped both feet squarely to my groin! My body leaped for a while on springy seat. Oh... I was in heaven! Two girls trampling me like I was a piece of furniture! Pressure on my dick was quite bearable, absolutely less than when Monika squeezed me against back of the seat. And it was really pleasant, as she placed her feet flat but firmly across my dick. I was nearly ready to cum then! Now Monika took her luggage off the shelf and stepped back to her seat, but Magda's rucksack was still under some piece of luggage. Hey! Magda turned to Sara take it away! then she stepped back to my stomach, as Sara's rucksack was on the window side of the shelf. Sara laughed, stood up, climbed to her seat, made a step to mine and hovered over me standing centimeters from my head. May I? she asked and placed her foot on my chest, and she did it very gracefully and gently. Certainly, sth has changed in her behaviour. With pleasure I've nodded.

She was slightly higher and weighted more than each of two other girls, so heel of her sandal sunk deep into my ribs when she moved to my chest. I was in thin T-shirt (it was quite warm in the compartment), so there were no cushion between my body and her hard plastic shoe. She stood whole weight on one leg, hasn't raised to her toes to lessen the pressure on the sharp heel, so it was little painful, but I was really happy man that moment. My most terrifying opponent became my... maybe not friend yet, but trampler at last. I thought she would place her other foot on my collar-bones, right below the throat, but unexpectedly she placed it on my face, ball on my forehead and heel on my mouth. As the instep area of sole of her sandal was flat, she flattened my nose under the pressure, but it became much more flat when she moved her weight to my face and picked her rucksack up. My head sunk deep into elastic seat, my lips was crushed under enormous pressure of her heel. But I bet no one of the other girls noticed what Sara was trampling over.

And that was the moment Magda has choosen to step with heel of her running shoe on the middle of my penis. Combined pain at the face and feeling of the edge cutting into my groin caused me to cum all over my underwear and shorts. Magda for sure felt the wild convulsions under the sole, but the only think she did was standing harder on her heel then placing the second one next to it, on the tip of my dick.

After a short moment Sara dismounted to my chest (still carrying her additional burden), removed her foot from my face and placed it on my Adam's apple. She examined my face, and even if it was dark, I swear she sought excited grin expressed on my face and deep imprint of her sandal's tread on my skin. She stood on my chest while Monika picked her rucksack up and stepped down to the floor. She removed some food from it, and tightened it up. Meanwhile Sara turned around, checked nobody (except me, but I was not significant) look, walked to my penis and stepped hard on it with bot her heels. As she held additional load and I had emptied myself a moment ago so my key part was little soft. the feeling was... really crusing. She leaped on heels twice then quickly returned to my chest. It was unbelievable, I started to hard on again! Now Magda was ready to put her baggage back on the shelf, so she stepped on me directly from the floor. She placed her foot right on my dick and applied whole her (and rucksack's!) weight to her heel when she tried to climb up and not loose ballance. In a second my organ was rock-hard once more. She transfered to my stomach (great feeling of her running shoes sinking into my flesh), forcing Sara to step back on my face. And then I felt additional pressure on my thighs! It was Monika carrying her rucksack! Wow! I had three girls standing on me with extra weight of at last 20kg per each! I was compressed (especially my nose, which become epicentre of pain, when Sara repositioned her feet and placed her fully loaded heel on the tip of it), but I could die happy at that moment. Girls struggled with the shelf for a moment, repositioned themselves a few times stepping back and forth at my face (Sara only), cock, chest and stomach, then finally managed to place all their rucksacks in proper positions. Now they turned their attention to me.

How do you liked it? asked Sara, standing on my chest now. Delightful I've moaned but now get off of me, please.
Oh. Not yet, my sweet she argued with wide smile, and all of them started leaping and bumping, trading places and trampling violently all over me. My body jumped up and down, up and down, but then... Sara stepped with her foot placed along my cock leaped and twisted her heel a little... and I've exploded again!

Suddenly the door opened and our classmate entered the compartment. The girls freezed still, looking at him, he freezed shocked of the unusual situation he cought us in. I... see you girls are busy now... I'll not disturb you then he mumbled with fear in his eyes, quickly turned around, slammed the door and disappeared. All of us busted with laughter and the girls stepped down allowing me regaing sitting position.

And this is the end of the story.

cruel schoool teachers

2010-08-01T21:24:00.000+05:30

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Anita and Shilpa were teachers in the local convent high school in a small Indian town. They were both in their late forties, youth and beauty fading away, and so were the charms of their ageing husbands. They bonded together really well, having common interests as well as closely related personalities. Shilpa was the richer among them, her husband a rich businessman in the town. She used to frequent the city's high social circles, clad herself in expensive sarees and jewellery, even in the most plebeian of settings, and was always dressed impeccably. She was tall, slimly built, and the beauty (and the corresponding confidence) of bygone youth was oozing from her persona. Anita was a the more middle class wife, dressed more shabbily, her hair frequently not done, fatter than her friend, and much shorter. Another characteristic feature was her addiction to paan (betel leaf), which she always used to chew, regardless of time and place.

It was just an ordinary day with lunch on the table. They were engaged in one of their favorite topics of discussion, senior boys in the school, young meat which they so fervently desired to spice up their decaying sex lives.

Suddenly Amit came into the room. Amit was in twelfth standard, a healthy, well hung boy of 19, but a back bencher in the class. English was his special drawback.

"Anita Madame, I have failed in English. The principal says I cannot be promoted without passing grades in English."

"Amit, I remember your paper. It was horrible. There is no way I could have passed you on that one. There is no use crying in front of me. It would have been better if you studied well before the exams".

"Please, Madame, save me. Just a pass grade in English would save my skin. How will I go back home and tell my parents about this? Madame, please. Madame, please."

"Amit, I will not waste more time with you. I have told you once, there is nothing that I can do about it. You may go now".

Amit stood there, his hands folded in prayer. There was a plea for mercy in his eyes. All he could say was

"Please, Madame. Please save me."

He kept on repeating those words, while Anita and Shilpa started eating in silence, hoping that he would stop pestering them if they ignored him. But for Amit, it was a life and death situation. He now bent down on his knees, and fell at Anita's feet. He clasped her sandal-clad feet with her hands, and bowed his head, his forehead touching her sandals. Anita could feel his warm tears flowing down her feet, his hands clenched around her ankles in desperation. It gave her a sudden rush of power. It was the power that she often felt as a teacher, while grading her students. The fate of her students depended on a single stroke of her pen. Now, she was feeling it first hand. There was this boy, kneeling down at her feet, completely at her mercy. First, Anita tried to shoo him away.

"What is this? Don't irritate me. I don't like all this," she said, and kicked him in the face, hoping to get rid of him, as well as feeling a heavy rush of power in her. She was actually secretly hoping at this point that the young boy would linger on for some more time, so that she can enjoy the humiliation more completely.

Amit backed down a little after the kick. He was still bending low on the ground, a little distance from her. He kept on muttering apologies, as well as repeating his pleas for mercy, which Anita as well as Shilpa were now enjoying, as sauce with their food. He was now their plaything.

Shilpa had a cruel smile on her face. She started, "So, Amit, you would do anything that we ask you to?"

"Yes, Madame. I will do anything that you tell me. I shall be like your slave."

Amit saw a small ray of hope, as he went near Shilpa Madame's feet. Shilpa Madame was sitting cross-legged, her sari touching the ground, and a glimpse of her expensive sandal could be seen beneath it. She liked his answer. It was getting her wet. She let him come near her feet. She also wanted to feel his tear stained face in her feet. Very predictably, Amit came and threw herself at Shilpa Madame's feet.

"Madame, anything. Anything you say."

"Anything, really? How about eating this piece of roti (bread) from the floor?"

Shilpa Madame dropped the half eaten piece of roti in her plate to the ground, and mashed it with her sandals.

"Lets see if you can lap it up," she said in a mockingly loving tone, that one uses with their pet. Amit was desperate. He started lapping up the piece of bread, mixed with the dirt under Shilpa Madame's shoes.

"Choo, choo," Shilpa Madame pointed towards the morsels left at the bottom of her sandals. She called him like a dog. There was a cruel smile in her eyes that was somehow getting Amit wet in his pants. Amit came crawling towards her feet. He lapped up the morsels of bread in her sandals. They tasted horrible, combined with all the dirt from the streets in her sandal. He almost wanted to throw up.

"Good," said Shilpa Madame. She stroked her head with the other sandal.

In the meantime, Anita Madame was seating back and enjoying the humiliation. Now, she put her sandals on the boys face, too. She pressed the sandals on his head, so that his nose was now squashed in the floor. What a feeling of power it gave her! The head of a man squished beneath her feet, and the man obediently suffering, just for her pleasure. She always liked men groveling. She always loved to see petty people like beggars, door-to-door salesman groveling and sucking up to her. But this, of course, was different. Here, it was so physical.

"Bloody Fuck, I will squish you like a worm that you are, under my feet," she thought in her mind.

"Come to my house tomorrow evening, at five, after the classes. We will talk about it and I want to see you this obedient. Remember, this is your only chance."

"Thank you, Madame. Thank you Madame." Amit kept on repeating, thanking them profusely, touching the ground in front of Anita Madame's feet with his forehead each time.

Anita Madame would have liked the scene to go on forever. However, she did not want people outside the staff room to see what was going on and draw attention.

She said in a matter of fact tone, "Okay Amit, you may leave now. And remember what I have said."

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Amit was greeted by the maid servant at the door. She told him to go up to the first floor, where, she said, Madame was enjoying her tea. Amit went up the stairs to enter the room where they were seated. Shilpa Madame was wearing a black saari, and exquisitely crafted sandals. Her figure was slim, curvy and exceptional for a fifty year old, and she seemed to be a woman of classy tastes. Her diamond earrings, expensive necklaces, all seemed to bear testimony to that. Anita Madame, on the other hand, looked simpler. A buxom lady in her fifties, she was wearing an ordinary saari and had simple slippers on her. They were relaxing on the couch, and enjoying their cup of evening tea.

Amit came into the room, and bent down on his knees, and knelt down before each of the ladies. Shilpa Madame started petting his head with her hands. Anita Madame had finished her cup of tea. She reached for the "paan"(betel leaves) container on the far side of the table.

"Actually, why am I am even trying to reach it," she said, and snapped her fingers. Amit immediately knew what to do. He quickly went over and brought the container to Anita Madame, kneeling before her.

"Good. I like that," she said, with a cruel smile in her eyes.

"Now, go get the spittoon." Amit immediately got up, ready to please his teacher.

"In fact, wait." She thought for a while.

"Come here."

"Open your mouth."

Amit knelt in front of her, and opened his mouth wide.

She spit on his mouth. Her saliva, mixed with the pan leaves and the spices entered into his mouth. He did not have to be told. He swallowed it like an obedient servant. Anita Madame was happy. She put her feet into his lap.

"Start putting your hands into some use also," she said, amidst chewing her paan.

She put her feet on his crotch. As he started messaging her legs, feeling the muscles of her body, she kept feeling his bulging penis, with her toes. Sometimes she would just wiggle her toes, feeling the penis growing under his pants. She was getting hungry for the young cock that was now at her disposal. Young juicy meat, ready for her, and such humiliation, she was getting wet inside her saari. She again forcefully spitted in his face. He swallowed obediently.

"So, let the show begin," she announced in a dramatic manner.

"So, Amit, we are not forcing you to do anything. You can walk out of the door, if you want to. Otherwise, you have to play by our rules. Understand? First of all, strip. We don't have servants in clothes here. Strip naked, put you clothes in a pile at a corner of the room and come here."

Amit did as instructed. Both Anita and Shilpa Madame lied down in their couch, as if ready for a TV show to begin.

Shilpa Madame, as usual had a cold smile on her lips. And Anita Madame seemed to be in a state of comfortable daze, as she chewed her paan, and assumed a bossy body language. Amit went to the corner and began shedding his clothes. He could not believe he was opening his underwear in front of two middle aged women who were his teachers. He wanted to open the door and get out at that very moment. However, he remembered the fate that was awaiting him at home. He chose to follow their orders. His penis sprang out like a snake, as soon as he slipped off his underwear. This was the first time he was doing it in front of somebody else. His ears were red with humiliation. He started walking towards them slowly. His kept his head down, more from shame, than obedience.

"Good boy," chuckled Shilpa Madame, from her seat.

"Please Madame, I cannot do this. I have never been naked in front of others. Madame, I beg for your mercy Madame. Please, don't do this to me. I will do whatever you tell me to do." Tears were running down his cheeks as he said these words. He could not contain himself anymore. He threw himself at Shilpa Madame's feet.

"Please Madame, have mercy on this little soul. I will be your slave all your life. I will do as you tell me to do. Please do not humiliate me like this. I beg of you."

Shilpa Madame's smile only broadened a little. She threw a sly glance at Anita Madame. They were savoring these little humiliations, this breaking of the boytoy, bit by bit. It was like relishing good dessert, one spoon at a time.

"You have had your choices, Amit. Now it is our turn to make ours. And this is how we like our meat served. Raw, sparkled with a few spoons of shame. Ha ha ha."

"Now, look, you are spoiling my saree, and my sandals. Come up, and present yourself for display. Quick."

Amit knew there was no hope. Shilpa Madame's voice cut through him like steel. It was firm like the law. There was no disobeying. He presented himself before her, with his cock hanging off from his body like an alien instrument. Shilpa Madame now got up a little, balancing herself on her elbow. Her other hands touched his warm shaft. She laughed a cruel laugh.

"Look, what we have here, Anita. Enough for a few weeks worth of juice. Its been years since I have seen young meat. Mmmmm." Her manicured fingers, with expensive diamond rings on them, slowly massaged his cock, as it kept on growing in size, until he felt, it would burst open.

Anita Madame extended her hand to hold his ass cheek. He pressed his ass cheek hard with her hand.

"Juicy ass, too. I am looking forward to shove it up this one."

"Now doggie, wiggle that ass for your Madame. You want those grades, don't you, doggie. Wiggle that ass for us, show us that little dance."

Amit was wiggling his ass for the entertainment of their mistresses, while Shilpa Madame was still fondling with that cock.

"Okay, Class teacher goes first. Ah! fresh meat." Anita Madame was slapping on his ass cheek.

"Here, wear this blindfold. I don't want you to see our intimate parts."

Amit obediently wore the blindfold. Immediately, the world became dark around him. He could not see anything. Suddenly, he felt two painful whiplashes at his back that seared through his body, like an electric shock. He cried out loud.

"Okay, doggie, now get that tongue to work. Start from my feet, beneath my soles, where you deserve to be. And my hands will guide you up or down, as it suits my whim. I want you put the fullest effort with your tongue. I will ensure that with this whip in my hand."

Anita Madame gave a ceremonial whiplash, just to indicate the beginning of her pleasure. Then she guided his head to her feet. Amit was nervous, and writhing with pain. He started licking her sole furiously.

"Good slave, I like that. Maybe, you will get an E grade. Lets see," Anita Madame said, contented with pleasure, and whipping the boy, just so that he did his best. She could feel his face trembling at her feet. Ah! The rush of power she got.

Slowly, she brought him up her legs. First he did the toes, licking in between each toenail, until she was satisfied. Then, she guided his face near her crotch. This was the moment she was waiting for. This was the moment she has been waiting for, all her life. A boytoy with his tongue licking her pussy! She could not believe she had him there. She was immensely excited. Her whiplashes increased in frequency. She was now furiously lashing his back. His cries were suppressed between her legs. She had tightened the grip on Amit, and it was becoming difficult to breathe in between her thighs. Amit kept up the show, increasing his efforts, with every whiplash, hoping and praying for the ordeal to end.

"Lick, bastard, lick faster. Lick with all your strength." She had nearly begun to fuck his mouth.

Finally she climaxed. Her wet juices filled his mouth. She then laid back in the couch, exhausted with the ordeal. However, there was no letting go of the servant. Another whiplash followed, after a brief interval.

"Lick it all up, doggie, from my pussy."

Obedient Amit did as instructed, licking up each drop of her cum, from her pussy. He would swallow strands of her pubic hair along with it. The pain and the humiliation almost brought tears to his eyes, but the smell of Madame's pussy was intoxicating, there was no denying that. Anita Madame was tired, and enjoying the post-orgasm licking without any movements on her part.

Suddenly, there was a tug on his hair. Shilpa Madame asked him to come to her couch. She was sitting up, and started fondling his enlarged penis.

"Now, I want a good fuck, baby," she said in a playfully naughty voice.

"But First I want this thing big. Use your hands, and get that teeny weeny big for your mistress, little one."

Amit began to stroke his cock. His ears were again burning with the new humiliation, having to do the most intimate action in front of his teacher's wicked gaze. Shilpa Madame was, of course, enjoying the complete activity. The fear, the humiliation, which could be clearly seen in the boy, it was all getting her excited. And above all, the naked young cock, ready to go.

She reached out with her hands, pulled Amit with the cock, towards her face. She flicked out her tongue, and started tasting the head of the cock. The pre-cum building up on the head of the cock, it sent shivers down her spine. Slowly, her lips opened, and started engulfing his cock. The hands were no longer required, she motioned. She started going up and down on the cock, and began leaving traces of her expensive lipstick on it, in the process. She was swallowing the whole thing, rolling her tongue round it, and enjoying it like a dinner sausage.

"Now, don't cum. Don't, don't cum. If you do, the consequences will not be very good," she suddenly said in a very threatening tone.

"I want you to keep this thing nice and hard for me and Anita Madame, as long as we want it."

Amit was on the verge of cumming. Shilpa Madame's soft lips were driving him to madness. His body was rebelling against his mind. But his fear for Shilpa Madame won over his bodily urges. He remembered the lashes that she used to give in classes. She was particularly known for her merciless beatings in the school. He only imagined what treatment he would suffer for disobedience in this private room.

"Now, baby, lie down on the ground." Shilpa Madame guided the boy to a lying down position on the floor. Suddenly, Amit could feel her weight over him, her soft breasts touching his chest, and her smell engulfing his senses. "Its been years, since I have had a nice and big cock, at my command," she said, and kissed Amit's trembling lips. Suddenly, Amit felt like heaven. Shilpa Madame's soft pussy was engulfing his penis.

"This is how I like it, and this is how I have been doing it to my husband for years. I get to control the pace, I get to control the timing, everything. And you, my boytoy, will writhe with pleasure, yes, writhe with pleasure, as I am not allowing you to cum."

Slowly she was increasing the pace. At each thrust, Amit was feeling the softness of her breasts touching his ribcage. This was heaven. But this was also hell. His penis was aching. He wanted to shoot the load on Madame's beautiful pussy, but he could not. He was too afraid to do so. Suddenly, her body was shaking with pleasure. She was cumming. She was fucking him with more vigor, as she came nearer to cumming.

"Ahhhhhh!" She threw her exhausted body on Amit's form.

"After a long time, a satisfying sex," she muttered as she started sucking on Amit's broad shoulders and licking them.

Finally, Shilpa Madame got up, after a couple of minutes as she recovered from the heady excitement of a stunning fuck. She caressed Amit's cheek with her pedicured feet "Boy, you are a gem. You will be with us for a long, long time now. I will make sure you spend you life satisfying our whims. What say Anita?"

Anita Madame had a cruel smile on her face.

trampling in college......part 2

2010-07-04T07:28:00.000+05:30

the remaining part of the college trampling story is below.....enjoy......Ashley took her foot off my face just as Julie put her sneaker on my chest and pushed down. I was too scared to move. Julie just smiled as she told me to watch Ashley put on her sneakers next. I watched as Ashley flexed her foot and made her calf muscle jump out. “Remember, we’re cheerleaders and have very strong legs.” Ashley explained as she laced up her shoes. “I am very good at jumping and am looking forward to jumping up and down on you.” Just as she said that she jumped high in the air and came down right on my stomach with both her feet. I gasped for air as Julie stomped on my chest again to force me back down. As Ashley stood on me she began to grind her shoes into my stomach as if she were putting out a cigarette. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t breathe. Ashley then began jumping up and down on my stomach repeatedly and without mercy. I began to cry out in pain. When I opened my mouth Julie pushed one of her sneaker toes down my throat so that I couldn’t make a sound. Ashley finally stopped and got off of my stomach. She pulled off my shirt and said, “No tread marks yet.” And stomped hard onto my stomach with one of her muscular legs. Julie climbed up on my chest with each of her feet right on my nipples. I cried out for mercy. “How do you think that spider would feel?” Yelled Julie. With that, she jumped up and landed hard on my chest. Ashley was stepping harder and harder on my stomach at the same time and then she stood on my stomach again with both feet. Julie turned around on my chest so that she was facing Ashley. They grasped each other’s hands and then began jumping up and down at the same time. I couldn’t breathe or move. I was completely helpless beneath these beautiful women as they jumped up and down on me relentlessly with their sneakers.

As Ashley and Julie finally stopped I felt myself passing out. I hadn’t been able to take a breath fro several minutes and I could no longer stay conscious. When I woke up I found myself naked and tied spread eagle on the floor. My hands were tied to the desk with a pair of pantyhose and my feet to the bed. Julie and Ashley were nowhere in site. I struggled against my pantyhose restraints but was unable to get free. I dared not yell for help because I was afraid the girls may be hiding and waiting for the chance to strike again. That thought consumed me, as I lay motionless on the floor. The door opened and I tensed up thinking I was going to be jumped on. Ashley appeared. “We have a little surprise for you.” I couldn’t imagine what I was in for. I want to introduce you to Kim and Deborah. They are cheerleaders too and they think you need to be taught a lesson as well. Kim was wearing a plaid “school girl” mini skirt with a brown blouse. She was wearing black knee socks and brown loafers. Deborah was a taller girl. I’d say she was about 5’7” or 8”. She probably weighed about 135-140lbs. She had large breasts and was very muscular. She was wearing a short skirt, blouse, and skin colored pantyhose and very high-heeled pumps.

“We all think that you deserve to be crushed like a spider for what you did.” Ashley said. Deborah and Kim giggled. “I didn’t do anything! Why are you doing this?” I pleaded. “Shut up!” Deborah yelled at me. “You’ll only speak when we let you!” I mistakenly replied with “OK.” Deborah jumped up and landed right on my chest. I felt the air going out of my collapsing lungs. Just then Kim jumped up and landed on my stomach. Ashley put her sneaker on my face and pressed my head to the floor and Julie stood on me right next to Kim. I had three girls with shoes on standing on me with a fourth pressing on my face. Ashley could tell I was in a great deal of pain and taunted me. “Does it hurt? Do you have any tread marks on you yet?” She laughed at my predicament. The girls all finally got off of me and I was able to breathe again. Julie noticed my hard-on and pressed her foot onto my cock. “You shouldn’t be enjoying this. It’s supposed to hurt. We want to teach you a lesson!” With that she stomped hard on my exposed dick. I cried out in anguish as all the girls laughed. Julie did it again and again. I couldn’t bear the pain. I fought as hard as I could against my restraints but they held tight. When the girls realized I was trying to get free they quickly pounced on me. Deborah stood on my chest, Kim Just below my rib cage, Ashley on my stomach, and Julie stood right on my dick with her sneakers. I learned very fast not to move anymore. The girls then all started to bounce up and down on me. I felt like I was going to die. I was regretting ever having met Ashley and Julie.

The girls all climbed off and then took turns jumping on my stomach one by one. This went on for what felt like hours. I never caught my breath. Suddenly Ashley recommended that they all take off their shoes so that they could prolong my torture. The idea was that without their shoes on it wouldn’t hurt so much I guess. As the girls took off their shoes they made me kiss there feet one by one. Julie was the last. After I kissed her soft sock covered feet she stood up right on my face. I felt like my nose would surely break at any second. As she stood there she told the other girls to climb up on me and start jumping up and down. Ashley was on my chest, Kim on my stomach, and Deborah was on my balls. I was completely helpless with Julie standing right on my face. I couldn’t move. When the girls stopped jumping Ashley and Julie switched places. Then Julie started jumping on my chest as the others watched and laughed. Now it was Kim’s turn to stand on my face while Ashley jumped on my chest. Then it was Deborah’s turn to stand on my face while Kim jumped up and down on me.

After all of this the girls still wanted more. I just wanted to die and get it over with. Kim climbed up on the couch where my feet were tied and jumped off right onto my stomach. The other girls thought this was great and immediately did the same. Julie had the idea next to try jumping on me two at a time. Julie and Ashley climbed up on the couch, held hands and jumped. I was crushed under their combined weight. I thought I would puke for sure. I could feel my insides being mashed like a banana. Kim and Deborah took their turn and this ritual was repeated many times. I started to plead with them forgetting that I wasn’t to speak. Deborah took her soft nylon covered foot and shoved all five toes into my mouth at once. Then, she stood up on only that one foot like a ballerina. I felt her foot slide into my mouth and her toes actually touched the back of my throat. She took her other foot and smashed my nose with her soft warm toes to make sure that I couldn’t breathe at all. Kim then went one step further and put her small sexy foot on my throat and then stood on it. I knew I was dead. I couldn’t see any way out of this at all. I passed out from lack of air and panic.

When I finally woke up the girls were all standing over me discussing what to do next. Deborah noticed I was awake and she decided to smother me with her pantyhose covered ass. She sat squarely on my face. She only allowed enough air for me not to pass out. As she sat there the other girls took turns stomping, kicking, and trampling me. Kim got off and Deborah took her place. Once again I found my self between the soft ass of a beautiful cheerleader. I felt one of the girls grab me in a scissor hold. I don’t know who it was but when she squeezed I couldn’t breathe. All I felt was a pair of soft legs wrap around me a squeeze what air I had left in me out. As one girl squeezed, another would jump on me and the fourth would stomp my rock hard dick and balls. This went on for quite a while until I couldn’t fight any longer and went completely limp. I was total exhausted. Kim jumped on me and I didn’t move. Ashley stomped my balls and I only winced a little bit. Deborah kicked my ribs and I lay motionless. Julie then jumped on my stomach and it had no effect. I couldn’t move. I was spent. It didn’t matter what the girls tried they couldn’t get a reaction out of me.

The girls stood around discussing things and trying to decide if they should let me go or not. I was obviously hurt and unable to fight any more. Ashley said she wanted to fuck me before they let me go and the other girls though that was a pretty good idea. Each one stripped naked and stood over me. Ashley noticed that my erection had gone away so she proceeded to gentle caress my dick with her soft little foot to make it hard. As she stroked, Julie rubbed her foot on my chest to try to massage some life back into me. Kim and Deborah took turns rubbing their feet on my face. I began to enjoy this and did everything I could to keep my dick from getting hard. Ashley stopped rubbing my dick with her toes and started to suck on it with her soft wet mouth. I felt Kim slide her tongue deep into my mouth. That’s all it took. My dick flew into action again.

Ashley slowly lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was very wet and hot. It was a wonderful feeling. Kim decided to add to the pleasure by rubbing her sweet pussy on my face. It tasted great. Ashley was bouncing harder and harder. She had an orgasm and Kim quickly took her spot on my cock. Deborah took Kim’s spot on my face. I had an orgasm myself while Kim was thrusting herself on my cock. When she came, Deborah slid onto my dick and Julie sat on my face. Then it was Julie on my face and Ashley on my face. When all the girls were satisfied sexually, they decided that I could leave. I dragged myself to my room and did everything I could to keep from ever seeing those girls again.