Boss vs. Male Servant: A Brutal Office Femdom stories of Submission (Part-four)

This is fourth part of office femdom story in this if you miss first three part of this femdom stories  read only on our website www.indianfemdomstories.comIt was Sunday evening.

Priya was getting ready to leave. She picked up her shopping bags in one hand, took a final look in the mirror for a last touch-up, and was about to put on her shoes. Raj was sitting on the floor on his knees, eyes downcast, hands tied behind him like a trained pet. Priya put one foot forward and said in a cold voice: "Dog… the last duty for today. Give my shoes a proper goodbye."

Without saying a word, Raj lowered his face. First, he touched the tip of Priya’s left stiletto with his tongue, then slowly licked it. There was still dust, a bit of road dirt, and the faint smell of chocolate ice cream. Then he kissed the upper part of the shoe—a deep, long kiss. "Bye Madam…" his voice was trembling. Smiling, Priya put her other foot forward. "Now say goodbye to this one with love too…" Raj repeated the same ritual—lick, kiss, and then in a low voice: "Goodbye… Priya Madam."

Priya laughed, rubbed her foot against Raj’s cheek, and said: "Good boy. Now go, go to Rashmi and take your all-night training." After Priya left, silence fell over the house. Only the click-clack of Rashmi’s heels and the sound of Raj’s light breathing could be heard.

It was 11:00 PM. Rashmi was lying in the bedroom, wearing a silk nightdress, with the blanket slightly open. Raj sat on the floor, head bowed. Rashmi lifted the blanket slightly and gestured with a finger. "Come inside, dog… tonight you will sleep inside my blanket." Terrified, Raj got up and slowly crawled inside the blanket. Rashmi immediately pulled the blanket down.

Raj's face was right next to Rashmi’s hips… and directly in front of her ass crack. Rashmi had adjusted her panty slightly upward, but the heat and the sharp smell of the day's ass sweat were still hitting Raj’s nose directly. As soon as Raj tried to move his face back a little, Rashmi grabbed his head with her hand and pushed it back into her ass crack. "Dog, your place is right here. Your face should not move from here all night. Understand?" "Yes… Madam…" Raj’s voice came muffled from inside the blanket."you read this femdom story on indianfemdomstories.com"

After a while… Rashmi slowly moved her hips and released a silent fart. Hot, salty, heavy air went straight into Raj’s nose and mouth. Raj’s whole body shivered. He tried to move his face away as a reflex, but Rashmi immediately grabbed his hair and pressed him down harder. "Stay right here! Let the air out… enjoy the full smell." The heat and stench of the fart reached Raj’s throat. The taste also filled his mouth—salty, bitter, and foul.

A little later, Rashmi released a long, loud, smelly fart inside the blanket. This time there was a sound—prrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttt. Raj felt suffocated. Tears came to his eyes. The inside of the blanket was filled with heat and stench. Rashmi was laughing outside the blanket. "Now the real work begins…" She slowly lowered her panty… the ass crack was fully exposed. "Stick your tongue out… and take it inside. Right near my ass hole."

Raj was crying, but he was helpless. He stuck his tongue out and slowly touched Rashmi’s ass hole. As soon as his tongue touched it—another loud fart came directly from the ass hole! PPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT. The full, long, foul, hot air went directly onto Raj’s tongue, into his mouth, and into his throat. Raj’s entire mouth was filled with the taste of that fart—bitter, disgusting, and burning. Rashmi grabbed Raj’s head with both hands and pressed it harder into her ass crack. "Now lick… clean the whole ass crack. Until I tell you to stop, your tongue will keep moving in and out.""you read this femdom story on indianfemdomstories.com"

Raj’s tears were flowing inside the blanket. He started moving his tongue in and out—between the ass crack, around the hole, licking everywhere. The taste of Rashmi’s ass sweat, fart residue, and old dirt swirled in his mouth. This continued for about 40 minutes. Every 4-5 minutes, Rashmi kept releasing small farts—some silent, some with sound, all directly into Raj’s mouth. Finally, Rashmi opened the blanket and pulled Raj out by his hair. "Enough… now sleep. You have to wake up at 5:00 AM tomorrow. You have to get me ready for the office." Raj collapsed on the floor; the foul smell wouldn't leave his mouth, his eyes were red, and his heart was broken.

Monday Morning – 5:00 AM

The alarm went off. Raj woke up immediately. Rashmi was still sleeping. Raj sat near Rashmi’s feet and began kissing them—"Madam… good morning…" he said in a low voice, kissing every toe. Rashmi opened her eyes, smiled, and rubbed her foot against Raj’s face. "Get up… first, clean the bathroom. I am going to freshen up now."

Rashmi went into the bathroom. Raj waited outside. When Rashmi came out—she had freshened up, but she hadn't flushed. Raj understood. He went inside and trembled seeing the toilet seat. Rashmi had just defecated, and it was completely dirty. Rashmi stood at the door and said: "Clean it with your hands… but remember—if even one stain is left, then only your tongue will work here too." Raj cleaned it with his hands, then polished it with his T-shirt, tears in his eyes.

After that, Rashmi sat in the bedroom. "Now it's time to put on my socks and heels." Raj first picked up Rashmi’s fresh white office socks. He slowly put them on her feet, then followed with her black patent leather office heels. But Rashmi stopped him. "Wait! First, shine the heels with your tongue. My heels must be perfect before going to the office." Raj licked the soles and sides of both heels with his tongue, making them shine. Rashmi clapped: "Wow dog… now make my coffee and pack my office bag."

Raj did everything. As Rashmi sat in the car, she told Raj through the window: "Come to the office today. The results will be announced today. And yes… clean the whole house before you come. Wash yesterday’s dirty underwear and socks by hand too; don't use the machine." Rashmi left. Raj spent the whole day cleaning the house, washing Rashmi’s underwear and socks from yesterday by hand (scrubbing them hard), and drying everything.

After that, Raj also reached the office by auto. The final result of the training was announced. Raj's name was not on the list. Raj’s heart sank. He went straight to Rashmi’s cabin. "Madam… please… I followed your every word… for two days… so much service… still?" Rashmi gave a cold smile. "The performance report was sent to HR. The result has come from there."

Raj fell at Rashmi’s feet. "Madam please… talk to Priya Madam… she is your friend…" Rashmi picked up the phone and called Priya to the cabin. Priya came in and laughed seeing Raj sitting near Rashmi’s feet. "Wow Rashmi… now this dog is under your feet in the office too?" Rashmi said: "The problem is that even after providing such good service for two days, he didn't clear the training." Priya smiled and said: "Fine… I will save the job… but on one condition. Raj, you will have to stay as a personal servant at Rashmi’s house for one week and at my house for one week. Every order must be followed with a bowed head. If any order is refused, you know the consequences."

There were tears in Raj’s eyes. He thought he would be free after 2 days… but now, a lifetime of slavery had begun. "Yes… I accept…" he said in a low voice. Rashmi said: "Now say thank you to Priya Madam… she considered you worthy of working in this office." Raj stayed there and said thank you. Rashmi kicked him in the face. "Is that how you say it? Put your head on her heels, rub your nose, and say it by kissing her feet!" Raj immediately placed his head on Priya’s office heels, rubbed his nose, kissed both heels, and said: "Thank you Priya Madam… for giving me a chance in this office…"

Both girls laughed loudly. Finally, Priya said: "Reach my flat as soon as office ends today. I want the whole flat clean by the time I arrive. And remember… real training starts today."

As soon as office hours ended, Raj took an auto and headed toward Priya’s luxurious high-rise flat. There was fear in his heart, but also a restless hope—maybe today there would be a little less cruelty… but the darkness inside him was telling him that this was just the beginning. As Raj opened the main door and entered, the first thing that hit his nose was the strong, heavy scent of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke and something foul, a salty womanly smell. Seeing the state of the interior, his legs began to shake: Beer bottles, cigarette butts, pizza crusts, scattered pieces of lingerie, and under the sofa, the same pair of shoes that were covered in ice cream and spit yesterday.

Raj was just about to start cleaning on his knees when…

CLICK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK

The sharp, confident sound of heels came from the corridor. Priya entered—but today she was different. She wasn't wearing her office formal outfit. She wore an ultra-short black leather skirt that barely covered her hips, topped with a deep plunging red satin blouse—no bra was visible because she wasn't wearing one. On her feet were the same killer 6-inch platform black patent heels, but today she wore transparent black fishnet stockings over them, making her legs even more seductive. In Priya’s hand was a black leather dog leash, with the collar end dragging on the floor. Priya stopped at the door, one hand on her hip, the other lazily swinging the leash. She stared at Raj from head to toe—like an auctioneer checking new merchandise.

Priya (in a very low, but venom-filled voice): "So my new pet has arrived… Rashmi trained you for 2 days, now it's my turn to make you a real dog. See this leash? This is your new lifeline. Take off your clothes. Everything. Right now. Don't waste even a second, otherwise, I will put this leash around your neck and walk you naked on the balcony."

Trembling, Raj took off all his clothes. Completely naked, he stood with his head bowed. Priya slowly approached him; the sound of her heels alone made Raj’s heart race. She placed the collar end of the leash near Raj’s neck—without putting it on yet.

Priya (rubbing the collar lightly): "Feel it… how well this leather matches your skin. This collar is saying—you are no longer a human, you are my property. Now sit on the floor… on your knees… and show me the sweetest way to welcome me.""you read this femdom story on indianfemdomstories.com"

Raj sat on his knees. Priya (stepping one heel forward, pulling her skirt up a bit): "First rule: whenever I enter the house, your first job is my 'royal arrival worship.' Kiss my left heel with your tongue… then the right heel… then bow by placing your forehead on the tips of both heels. And after every kiss, you must say this line—loud and clear: 'Welcome Priya Madam, your slavery is my identity'."

With trembling lips, Raj kissed the left heel. Raj (in a suppressed voice): "Welcome Priya Madam… your slavery is my identity…" Then the right heel. Priya (pressing her foot hard on Raj’s head): "Say it louder! The whole building should hear that you have become my dog!"

Raj (loudly, in a crying voice): "WELCOME PRIYA MADAM! YOUR SLAVERY IS MY IDENTITY!"

Priya happily put the collar around Raj’s neck and clicked it shut. Priya (holding the leash tightly): "Now this collar will stay on your neck until I take it off. This is your reminder—you are no longer free. Now come… toward me… crawl… like a real dog."

Raj began to crawl on his knees and hands. Priya went to the sofa, sat down, and put both feet on the table. She wrapped the leash around her hand. Priya (spreading her legs): "Lick my feet through my fishnet stockings. Every inch… slowly… as if you are polishing a priceless painting. And say this in between: 'Priya Madam’s feet are the most sacred in my world'."

Raj started licking—the skin was visible through the holes of the fishnets, the salty smell of sweat went straight into his mouth. Priya (pulling the leash): "Put your tongue inside… in the holes of the fishnet… taste my skin. Say—'I am crazy for Priya Madam’s sweat'." Raj (while licking): "I am… crazy for Priya Madam’s sweat…""you read this femdom story on indianfemdomstories.com"

Suddenly Priya pulled the leash hard, and Raj’s face landed in her lap. Priya (grabbing his face, looking into his eyes): "Now listen dog… from today, every time I come home, this ritual is compulsory. If you miss it even once… I will leave you tied up naked here in the corridor and post a photo in the building’s WhatsApp group—with the caption: 'My new pet is in training, please ignore'."

Fear filled Raj’s eyes. Priya (smiling, slapping Raj’s cheek with her foot): "Now get up… but stay on your knees. Go under my skirt… and kiss right over my panty. Say—'This place of Priya Madam is my favorite place'." Raj put his face under the skirt and kissed over the panty. Priya (moving her hips): "Kiss harder… I want to hear the sound. This is your daily evening prayer from now on."

Then Priya, holding the leash tightly, brought Raj near the sofa. "Remember Raj… this was just the entry. The real humiliation is about to begin. You are now my furniture, my toilet paper, my footstool, my stress-reliever. Every second of your life will run by my will. And if you ever think this will end… remember—as long as I and Rashmi are breathing, you will remain our permanent dog."

Priya tied the leash to the sofa handle and placed her feet on Raj’s shoulders. Priya (finally, with a cold laugh): "Now start… it's time to clean my whole day’s sweat, my new toy."

Raj’s world was now limited to only one thing—Priya’s feet, her leash, and her cruel voice.