Debt Trap: A Cruel Financial Domination Story of Three Mistresses (part -two)

This is chapter two of Sudhir’s rough journey—a place where his money problems slam right into the cold, playful power of three women who don’t care about his dignity. If you missed the start—where Sudhir first showed up at their fancy apartment and got his first taste of humiliation—you can check out the first part of this Indian Femdom Story in Hindi on our website: www.indianfemdomstories.com.

The Sunday Service: Graduation into Humiliation

Sunday morning felt endless for Sudhir. He didn’t sleep at all. The $5,000 he needed kept circling his mind, relentless. He told himself, “Just today. One more day, and I’m done. I’ll leave this city, or at least quit this job, for good.”

At 8 AM sharp, he knocked on the penthouse door where Sneha, Deepa, and Gayatri lived. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might give him away.

“Come in!” Sneha called out.

He stepped inside. The three women were still sprawled on their bed in matching silk nightwear, each with thick wool socks pulled up to their knees—socks they hadn’t bothered to take off all night. The air in the room pressed in on him, heavy with a mix of expensive perfume and something sour, the stale smell of a closed room where people lived without opening a window.

Deepa sat up, grinning. “So, Sudhir… you want five grand. That’s not easy money. Today you’re here to serve. And you’re starting with our dirty socks.”

Gayatri burst out laughing. “We’ve had these on since yesterday evening. They’re full of sweat and exhaustion. First, you need to learn our scent.”

They ordered him to kneel by the bed. One by one, they pressed their socked feet against his nose. For half an hour, he knelt there, breathing them in. Sneha’s socks had a faint trace of lotion and mild sweat. Deepa’s were sharp, almost sour. Gayatri’s felt damp and heavy against his skin.

By the end of it, Sudhir’s head swam and his eyes watered. The women just watched, half amused, barely even paying attention to him.

The Blindfold Game: Scent of a Master

The real humiliation started the moment Sneha pulled out a black blindfold and wrapped it tightly around Sudhir’s eyes.

“Alright, here’s how this works,” Sneha whispered, leaning in close. “We’ll each bring our feet to your nose. Your job? Guess whose foot it is. Get it right, you earn more money. Get it wrong, and you’ve got to chew the dirty, sweaty sock for five minutes.”

Round 1: Deepa’s Strike

The first foot pressed against his nose, heavy and sour. Sudhir took a shaky breath. “Is this... Miss Deepa?” he guessed. Deepa laughed. “Right!” Relief flooded him.

Round 2: Sneha’s Trick

The next scent was softer, with a hint of vanilla. “Miss Sneha?” he tried. Another correct answer. For a second, Sudhir thought he might pull this off.

Round 3: Gayatri’s Deception

A new foot. Sudhir hesitated and blurted, “Sneha.” Wrong. Gayatri howled with laughter, peeled off her filthy, damp sock, and stuffed it straight into his mouth. The taste—old sweat and rough wool—made him gag, but he had to chew for five whole minutes.

Round 4: Fatigue and Failure

Sudhir’s senses started to blur. He guessed wrong again, and this time Sneha’s sock filled his mouth. He fought the urge to throw up; $5,000 was on the line.

Round 5: A Stroke of Luck

By now, Deepa’s scent was burned into his brain. He guessed her and got it right.

Round 6: The Final Insult

For the last round, Gayatri rubbed her socks together, making the smell even worse. Sudhir, panicked, guessed Deepa. Wrong. Gayatri pressed her bare, unwashed foot straight onto his mouth and forced him to chew the socks again.

The Barefoot Scrub

The sock game ended, but things only ramped up. “None of us have washed our feet since yesterday,” Deepa announced.

Sneha whipped off his blindfold. He blinked and saw them on the bed, feet out, grime and all. They told him to use his tongue to clean them. One by one, Sudhir licked their soles, the cracks between their toes, their sweaty heels. Dust, salt, filth—it all coated his tongue. The women barely noticed him, chatting like he was just an object in the room.

Then they dragged him to the bathroom. After brushing their teeth, they spat the foamy mess right into his mouth instead of the sink. He had to hold it, then gargle with their dirty rinse water.

The Fart Guessing Game

By the afternoon, the women felt bored—and stuffed from breakfast. They blindfolded Sudhir again and made him lie flat on the floor.

“Time for our favorite: The Fart Guessing Game,” Sneha grinned.

The rules were simple. Each woman would sit on his face and let one rip. Sudhir had to guess who it was by the smell. A right guess meant more money. But if he got it wrong, he’d have to take the next fart straight into his mouth and nose until he got it right.

Round 1: Deepa’s Entry

Deepa perched on his nose and let out a loud, rotten fart. Sudhir gagged. “Miss Gayatri?” he croaked. Wrong. Deepa cackled and set up his punishment.

Round 2: The Inhalation

Deepa did it again, this time forcing his mouth wide open. The stench filled his lungs. He nearly retched but managed, “Miss Deepa!” She moved away, satisfied.

Round 3: Gayatri’s Turn

Gayatri’s gas had its own signature stench. Sudhir guessed right.

Round 4: Sneha’s Toxic Release

Sneha sat down, built up the pressure, and let loose. The smell was overwhelming. Sudhir guessed “Deepa.” Wrong again. Now he had to stay trapped under Sneha’s hips for the next two farts, mouth open. He felt himself breaking down.

Rounds 5 & 6: Endless Degradation

By the end, Sudhir barely reacted. The women just laughed, calling him their “Gutter Man.” He felt hollow—like he’d left himself behind somewhere, and all that was left was this.

Sudhir was barely breathing, choking on the gas on the floor. Deepa yanked his hair, forcing his head up.

You know our farts, Sudhir, but now for the real test, Deepa sneered. We're going to the bathroom to get 'fresh,' but we're not washing. You'll stay blindfolded, and you'll have to figure out who's who by licking our unwashed butts.

Sudhir started shaking. No, Ma'am... please... I can't...

Shut up! Sneha barked. Want the money? Guess right, and you get an extra $500 a round. Guess wrong, and you have to French kiss that girl's butt for 15 minutes, tongue and all. Get it?

Blindfolded again, he heard them leave for the bathroom. When they came back, the room reeked of a strong, organic smell.

Round 1: Gayatri’s Stain The first girl sat on the bed, pressing her dirty rear against his face. Sudhir had to stick out his tongue. It hit her unwashed skin, warm and sticky – a mix of sweat and bathroom residue. Is this... Miss Sneha? Wrong! Gayatri yelled. It's me! Time for your punishment.

Punishment: Gayatri shoved Sudhir’s face into her hips. For 15 minutes, he was forced to French Kiss her dirty hole, tasting the bitter, nasty truth of her body. Gayatri just scrolled on her phone while Sudhir cried silently.

Round 2: Deepa’s Revenge His mouth was already disgusting. He licked the next girl. The smell was so bad he almost threw up. Miss Gayatri? Wrong again! Deepa said. It's me.

Punishment: Deepa sat on his face, trapping his nose and mouth between her unwashed cheeks. For 15 minutes, he was stuck, breathing and tasting her filth. Her laughter sounded like a hammer in his ears.

Round 3: Sneha’s Final Clean Sudhir was broken. His mind had just given up. When the third girl came, he guessed Deepa again. Three for three! You lose! Sneha laughed. You must really love the taste of our grime.

The Final Punishment: Sneha’s punishment was the worst. She pinned him between her legs and set a 15-minute timer. Sudhir had to use his tongue to clean her butt as if he were toilet paper. His tongue went numb, and his throat felt infected. Sneha didn't let him up until the whole area was tongue-clean.

When they finally took off the blindfold, Sudhir was sprawled on the floor, his face covered in spit and filth. He couldn't even speak. The three women stood at the mirror, putting on their makeup like nothing had happened.