College Girlfreind Femdom: Extreme Foot Worship and Public Humiliation Story (Part-Two)

Sumit somehow managed to reach home that night, but he spent the entire night tossing and turning. Only one scene kept playing in his mind—how he had been crushed under Tanvi’s feet. All night, Sumit remained submerged in a cocktail of hatred, insult, and helplessness.

The next morning, Sumit arrived at college. His body was exhausted, and his eyes were swollen. He just wanted to avoid the crowd and somehow reach his class. However, as soon as he entered the college gate, one of Tanvi’s friends spotted him and laughed loudly, saying, “Look! Tanvi’s pet dog is here!”

Hearing this, Sumit’s gaze instinctively dropped to the floor. He tried to walk faster, when suddenly Tanvi stood directly in front of him. Tanvi was dressed in a yellow T-shirt and shorts, wearing brand-new white sports shoes. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. She looked no less than a model—tall, athletic, and dominant. Her face carried an arrogance that reflected the "Master" power from the previous night.

Out of fear, Sumit looked her up and down, then lowered his eyes and stammered, “Good Morning, Tanvi.”

“Slap!”

A powerful blow landed on Sumit’s cheek. The entire college crowd froze, and then everyone began laughing at him. Sumit’s ear started ringing, and a deep redness spread across his cheek. Tanvi’s eyes were filled with rage. She poked her finger into Sumit’s chest. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten your status in just one day! Last night you were being crushed under my feet begging for mercy, and today you are standing in front of me saying Good Morning?”

She raised her voice so everyone could hear. “You don’t have the status to stand before me. You are not my boyfriend; you will roam this college as my pet dog. And if you fail to follow even one thing I say, remember—you won’t be able to stay here.”

Tanvi paused for a moment to see the impact of her words, then delivered the final blow. “Your family members are sweeping and mopping at my mansion, cleaning my discarded shoes and sandals.”

Sumit’s head bowed in shame. “You should remember whose slave you are and where your place is.” Saying this, Tanvi ordered him to kneel in front of everyone, rub his nose on her new white sports shoes, and kiss them while saying Good Morning.

Sumit couldn't understand what was happening to him. He hadn't recovered from last night’s insult, and now Tanvi was showing him his place in a new way. He stood there thinking for a long time—have I really fallen this low?

“Slap!”

Another powerful slap landed, shaking Sumit completely. This time the sound was even louder, and a silence fell over the crowd. Tanvi’s face was as hard as stone. Overwhelmed by fear and humiliation, Sumit felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body. He had no option.

Slowly, in front of everyone, he leaned down and knelt before Tanvi’s white sports shoes. First, he rubbed his forehead against the tip of the shoe, then slowly rubbed his nose against the shiny white leather. He took a long breath, feeling the scent of new fabric and rubber. Then, he wiped tears from his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He licked the tip of the shoe and then, trembling with fear, placed his lips on it and kissed it.

“Good Morning, Ma'am,” he whispered.

The crowd erupted in laughter. The roar of laughter echoed in Sumit’s ears. One of Tanvi’s friends shouted, “Wow, Tanvi! Your years of hard work paid off! You finally found a dog in the form of a boyfriend!”

A victorious smile appeared on Tanvi’s face. She lifted Sumit’s chin with the tip of her shoe. “Sumit, now listen carefully. Every time you come across me in college, you will bow down, sit on your knees, rub your tongue on my shoes, and wish me.” Saying this, Tanvi gave him a kick (which was intentionally light so as not to injure him, but to humiliate him) and walked away laughing with her friends.

Sumit remained sitting on the ground. The crowd slowly went back to their conversations, but some people were still laughing at him. Sumit went to a corner and began to cry, wondering what his life had become.

“No more crying,” he told himself. “This is just the beginning.” He went to the washroom, washed his face, and came out. His resolve was broken; now, obeying his master was his only purpose.

Sumit managed to calm himself, but fear sat in his heart about how Tanvi would humiliate him next. As soon as he stepped out of the washroom, he faced Tanvi again. She was coming out of the washroom with her friend. She still looked dominant in her yellow T-shirt and shorts.

Seeing Sumit, Tanvi said, “Hey, dog! You appeared quite quickly! You know what you have to do whenever you come before me, right?”

Without a word or a second thought, Sumit bowed before Tanvi and knelt at her white sports shoes. This time there was no resistance in his mind. He just wanted the moment to end quickly. He opened his lips and, while licking the tip of the shoe, said, “Good Afternoon, Ma'am.”

But this time, when he licked Tanvi’s shoes, he noticed a different taste—it was slightly salty and strange. This wasn't the taste of new leather. Sumit’s mind raced—Tanvi had just come out of the washroom. She must have just used the toilet, and perhaps a few drops of urine were on her shoes. That was likely the taste. The slight salty taste of urine.

Sumit knew, but even knowing, he couldn't do anything. His mouth was occupied. Tanvi put slight pressure on Sumit’s head with her foot and said laughing, “Run your tongue properly over my shoes, from top to bottom. I just came from the washroom, so they are wet. Dry them with your worthless tongue.”

Sumit felt disgusted, but his lips opened and his tongue began to obey. He licked every corner of the shoe, forced to drink that salty taste. Out of fear, he carefully licked both of Tanvi’s shoes, cleaning them completely as if they were dirty utensils.

As soon as Sumit stood up, Tanvi ran her hand through Sumit’s hair, like someone stroking a pet, and said, “Good, dog! You are learning. I am going to the sports ground. You get there quickly too.” Before Sumit could say anything, Tanvi gave the order and walked away laughing with her friend.

Sumit gripped himself tightly. The taste of the washroom was still in his mouth. He was angry at how low he had fallen, but he could do nothing.

Sumit reached the sports ground and saw Tanvi playing badminton. She was dominant on the court in her athletic style. Sumit stood quietly in a corner. After about half an hour, Tanvi came to the edge of the ground and called out, “Listen!”

Sumit immediately ran to her. “Now I’m going to play Kho-Kho. My shoes and socks will stay here. After playing badminton, my shoes are completely wet with sweat from the inside.”

Tanvi looked at his face, which still showed the fear of humiliation, and a devilish smile appeared. “You will sit here and lick my shoes from the outside and the inside, and you will smell the socks and rub them on your tongue until all the smell is gone. This will remind you of your status.”

Saying this, Tanvi took off her sports shoes (in which she had just sweated for 30 minutes). She threw her white socks at Sumit’s face and went back to the ground to play Kho-Kho.

Sumit knelt on the ground. Before him were Tanvi’s wet and smelly shoes and socks. Without saying a word, crying, Sumit picked up Tanvi’s shoes and began licking the exterior. First, he licked the top of the white shoes. After that, he used his tongue to clean the bottom of the shoes. There was mud all over the soles. Sumit still used all his strength to clean the mud off both shoes with his tongue. He felt the raw, gritty taste of mud on his tongue, but he didn't stop. He quickly finished the exterior cleaning.

The Interior Cleaning:

Now came the hardest task—cleaning the inside. As soon as he put his mouth inside the insole to clean it, he felt like he was suffocating. Inside was the sharp, pungent smell of Tanvi’s sweat. The insole was completely wet, and the imprints of Tanvi’s feet were still visible. The smell of her sweat was so strong that Sumit didn't want to put his mouth inside the insole, even though he had to. This smell and the taste of sweat were completely different and more horrific than the previous licking.

He tried rubbing his forehead against the insole to see if he could endure the smell, but he couldn't. Tanvi’s socks lay near his mouth, giving off a mixture of sweat and foot odor. Sumit had to close his eyes.

Then he remembered that Tanvi must be watching him. Out of fear, he rubbed the socks tightly against his nose until it went numb from the smell. Then, he started rubbing the wet part of the socks on his tongue. The salty taste of sweat filled his mouth. Then, gathering courage, he put his mouth into the insole and began licking. A large gulp of sweat went down his throat, making him feel nauseous. But he didn't stop. He kept licking, drinking his master’s sweat, because he was now just a ‘dog.’

Sumit somehow cleaned both of Tanvi’s shoes inside and out with his tongue. He also rubbed the socks on his tongue several times until he could tolerate the smell. His mouth was filled with a mixture of mud, sweat, and a hint of urine. He was just putting the socks back inside the shoes when Tanvi shouted for him. “Hey! Come here quickly!”

Sumit ran to Tanvi. She was sitting on a bench at the side of the ground, and due to playing Kho-Kho, she was sweating even more. She comfortably lifted one foot and placed it on the bench. Sumit was shocked to see Tanvi’s soles. Because she had been playing barefoot, her soles were completely dirty, covered in mud, dust, and grass. Tanvi had intentionally removed her shoes so her feet would get even dirtier.

Tanvi looked at Sumit with pure contempt. “Some scoundrel spat out chewing gum on the field today. It’s stuck to my foot. Remove it quickly!” She moved her foot closer to Sumit’s face. “And remember, your hands don't have the status yet to touch my soles. Use that worthless tongue of yours.”

Sumit couldn't comprehend what was happening. He wasn't prepared for this horrific humiliation. Seeing Tanvi’s dirty, sweat-soaked feet, he didn't have the courage to put his tongue there, but he had no option. Tanvi moved her foot slightly. “What happened? Why did you stop? Have you forgotten who you are, slave?”

Trembling with fear, Sumit closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. As soon as his tongue touched Tanvi’s soles, he got a mixed taste of sweat and mud. This time the taste was sharp and bitter. He started licking the dust off the soles. Then, he reached the spot where the chewing gum was stuck—it was trapped in the middle of the sole, just above the heel. He rubbed his tongue with all his might against her sole to remove it, but the gum wouldn't come off. The area around the gum was even more sticky and dirty.

Tanvi was enjoying this. She pressed her foot down a bit more, making Sumit feel the rough texture of her sole. Sumit continued to lick the spot like a dog. He felt like a street dog who had been given his master’s dirty feet to lick. Because her feet were so dirty, Sumit’s tongue was covered in mud. His mouth had become a bowl of dirt.

Tanvi tapped Sumit’s head with her finger. “What happened, my groomer? Why is it taking so long? My chewing gum still hasn't been removed.”

Reaching the height of humiliation, Sumit decided to use his teeth. This was even more degrading than using his hands. He clamped his teeth around the gum stuck to the dirty sole and pulled it away. As soon as the gum came off, Tanvi pulled her foot away and laughed loudly, “Don't even think about spitting it out! Chew it and swallow it whole! This is the fruit of my hard work.”

Sumit’s eyes widened. His hands and feet went cold. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Swallowing chewing gum pulled from a dirty, muddy sole? Without a word, Sumit chewed the gum filled with the taste of Tanvi’s sweat and dirt. Along with the sweetness of the gum, he could feel the salty taste of her sweat and the grains of mud. He felt his throat closing up, but he somehow swallowed it.

Tanvi stood up. She lifted her other foot and placed it next to the first one, which Sumit hadn't cleaned yet. “I am very tired today, and my feet are aching and dirty. They really need your tongue.”

Tanvi pointed toward her feet, which looked even dirtier now. “I don't want any more public drama. Do one thing: pick up my shoes and socks and come with me to my flat in my car. There, without any disturbance, you will properly lick both my feet, massage them, and make me feel like your Master.”

Giving this order, Tanvi said 'Bye' to her friends and went to sit in the car. Sumit stood in the middle of the field, thinking—if Tanvi could humiliate him this much in front of so many people, what would happen to him in private? In his hands were Tanvi’s wet shoes and socks, which still carried a breath-stopping stench. He quietly walked toward the car. His new life, a life of slavery, had only just begun.

Sumit opened the car door and placed Tanvi’s shoes and socks on the back seat next to her leather backpack. The stench from the socks contaminated the air from the car's AC. Tanvi was in the front seat, looking at something on her phone. She laughed while looking at Sumit.

“You know, dog, now that you’ve become my personal property, you must remember some of my rules.” Sumit whispered from the back seat, “Y-Yes, Ma’am.”

“First rule: Always stay on the ground level. Unless I give you an order, you cannot stand in front of me. You must always be on your knees or on your stomach. This is your status.”

Tanvi placed her feet on the dashboard. Her dirty soles were now directly in front of Sumit’s face.

“Second rule: Always be ready for worship. You will always be ready to worship my feet. My feet are your world. Their cleanliness, their care, their comfort—this is your greatest responsibility.”

“Third rule: No resistance. You will not oppose any order. If I tell you to lick or swallow the filthiest thing, you will do it without blinking. If you show even a little hesitation, remember what can happen to you...”

Tanvi didn't finish her sentence, but her eyes provided the warning. Suddenly, Tanvi realized Sumit was sitting on his seat. “Oh, wait! You forgot my first rule.” Tanvi kicked Sumit’s seat hard with her sole. “Get down! Drive on your knees, sit behind me.”

The driver quickly stopped the car. Sumit had difficulty sitting on his knees in the back seat, but he managed somehow. His mouth was now directly in front of Tanvi’s dirty, sweaty soles.

“Good. Stay like that,” Tanvi said contentedly.

The car started moving. After about 10 minutes, Tanvi suddenly said, “Lately, I feel like my feet need a massage.” She knew Sumit’s status wasn't high enough to touch her feet with his hands. “You only have one tool that can serve me: your tongue.”

Sumit had to kneel, and he slowly extended his tongue. There was still a layer of mud and sweat on Tanvi’s soles. Sumit began licking her sole hesitantly. With every lick, he took the mud into his mouth. He was slowly removing the dirt from Tanvi’s sole, using his tongue like a soft wet rag.

“Harder, Sumit! I should feel it scratchy. I should feel that my dog is working.” Sumit applied more pressure. He licked and cleaned every single inch of the sole, from the heel to the toes. The taste of mud and sweat was so dominant he felt like vomiting, but he didn't stop.

When he had completely cleaned one foot, Tanvi lowered it and put the other foot on the dashboard. By the time they reached Tanvi’s luxury apartment, both of Sumit’s lips and his tongue were completely smeared with mud and sweat. But both of Tanvi’s soles were now shining.