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Rahul washroom ke thande farsh par adh-muri halat mein pada hua tha. Uska poora wajood dard aur apmaan se kanp raha tha. Uske muh mein abhi bhi Miss Sneha ki urine ka wo teekha, namkeen aur kadwa taste bhara hua tha, jo uski thook ke saath milkar uske gale ko jala raha tha. Uska sar chakra raha tha aur saans lena bhi mushkil ho raha tha, kyunki har saans ke saath wahi gandi badbu uske fefdon tak ja rahi thi. Usne socha tha ki shayad ab ye silsila ruk jayega, lekin ye to sirf uski tabaahi ki shuruat thi.

Achanak, bahar se Miss Sneha ki tez aur kadak awaaz goonji, jo kisi bijli ki tarah Rahul ke kaano mein lagi. "Ae kutte! Kahan mar gaya? Sunai nahi de raha kya kab se tujhe bula rahi hoon? Bahar nikal abhi ke abhi!"

Rahul ne kampte hue haathon se zameen ko pakda aur apne chaaro pairon (ghutno aur hatheliyon) par chalte hue, ek zaleel janwar ki tarah washroom se bahar nikalne laga. Uska sar neeche jhuka hua tha, aur uski jeebh, jo abhi kuch der pehle commode mein thi, thakaan se bahar latak rahi rahi thi. Jaise hi wo bahar aaya, Mrs. Pooja (Principal) aur Miss Sneha uski ye halat dekh kar zor-zor se hasne lagin. Unki hansi mein koi raham nahi tha, sirf ek nasha tha—apni taqat aur Rahul ki lachari ka nasha.

Mrs. Pooja ne apni kursi par thoda peeche hokar baithte hue, apne ek pair ko doosre pair par rakha aur apni chamakti hui heels ko Rahul ke chehre ke paas hawa mein lehraya. "Arre dekho Sneha madam, ye kutta to abhi se adhmara ho gaya! Abhi to torture dhang se shuru bhi nahi hua, aur iski saansein fulne lagin. Aise kaise chalega? Abhi to mujhe tere poore saal ki fees vasoolni hai, aur wo fees tu paise se nahi, apni zillat aur meri gulami se bharega."

Miss Sneha ne ek kadam aage badhaya aur apni laal embroidered jutti ki nok se Rahul ki thodi (chin) ko upar uthaya, taaki wo uski laal ho chuki aankhon mein dekh sake. Usne ek gehri muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Madam, ye kutta abhi aapki aur aapki beti ki high-class seva ke layak nahi hua hai. Ye abhi dhang se na to laat sah sakta hai, na hi isko footwear chamkane ka sahi tarika pata hai. Isko thode time mere hawale kijiye. Main isko apne ghar le jaungi aur isko 'Personal Training' doongi. Main isko seekhaungi ki ek asli gulam naukar kaise bana jaata hai, aur malkin ki thook aur juttiyon ki pooja kaise ki jaati hai."

Mrs. Pooja ko ye idea bahut pasand aaya. Unhone apna sir hilate hue kaha, "Bilkul Sneha madam! Aap ise apne saath le jaiye. Isko itna train kar do, itna tod do, ki jab ye wapis mere paas aaye, to iski jeebh meri heels ke liye hamesha taiyar rahe. Isko meri beti ke liye ek perfect 'Human Footstool' aur 'Live Door Mat' bana dijiye. Iske mann se insaniyat ka har ek katra nikal jana chahiye." We hope you’re having a great time reading these Indian Femdom stories on our site!"

Ye sunte hi Miss Sneha ne Rahul ke baalon ko itni zor se mutthi mein bhara ki uski cheekh nikal gayi. Unhone uske sar ko peeche ki taraf jhatka, jisse Rahul ka dard se bhara chehra seedha unki dominant aankhon ke saamne aa gaya

"Sun be kutte!" Sneha ne uske chehre par thookte hue kaha. "Ab tu Principal madam ke ghar jaake unki gulami seedhe nahi karega. Pehle tu mere ghar aayega, mere nizi gulam (private slave) ki tarah. Wahan teri jeebh meri juttiyan saaf karegi, aur tera sharir mere pairon ka aaram banega. Jab main tujhe poora tod doongi aur tu ek wafadar kutta ban jayega, tabhi tu madam ke layak hoga."

Rahul ne rote hue girgidate hue kaha, "Ma-madam... please... itni badi saza mat do... main mar jaunga..."

Lekin Miss Sneha ne uske gaal par ek zor-dar tamacha mara, jisse uske muh se naya khoon nikalne laga. **"Chup! Ek gulam ko bolne ka haq nahi hota. Tu sirf 'Yes Queen' bolega. Ye le mera address, college khatam hote hi seedhe mere ghar pahunch jana. Agar ek minute ki bhi deri hui, to yaad rakhna, aaj jo commode ka paani piya hai, wo to sirf shuruat thi. Mere ghar par tujhe isse bhi ganda nala pilungi main!"

Miss Sneha ne apni jutti wapis Rahul ke muh par ragadte hue kaha, "Abhi ke abhi meri is jutti ko chatkar chamka de, taaki mujhe tere aane ka intezar rahe. Aur yaad rakhna, tu do pairon par chalkar nahi aayega, poore raaste tu ek janwar ki tarah feel karega ki teri malik kaun hai."

Rahul, dard aur darr ke mare, dobara unki juttiyon ke sole ko lick karne laga. Uska pura muh sooj chuka tha, lekin Miss Sneha aur Mrs. Pooja ke thahake office mein goonj rahe the. Unhone Rahul ko ek kooda-daan (dustbin) se zyada kuch nahi samjha tha. Dive in and enjoy the best Indian Femdom narratives right here on our platform."

Mrs. Pooja ne aakhri baar uski peeth par apni heel se zor se dabate hue kaha, "Jao Sneha madam, le jao is kachre ko. Dekhte hain aap ise kitna 'domesticated' kutta bana paati hain. Agli baar jab main ise dekhoon, to ye sirf bhonkna aur lick karna janta ho."

Rahul wahan farsh par pada raha, jabki dono ladies hasti hui bahar nikal gayi. Uske dimag mein sirf ek hi baat ghum rahi thi—ki ab Miss Sneha ke ghar par uske saath kya hone wala hai. Wo samajh gaya tha ki uski zindagi ab uski apni nahi rahi, wo ab sirf in dominant aur beraham auraton ka ek khilona ban chuka tha.

Rahul ke liye college se ghar tak ka safar kisi qayamat se kam nahi tha. Uska poora jism dard se toot raha tha, aur muh ke andar ka hissa, jo Miss Sneha ki urine aur gandi juttiyon ke swad se bhara tha, ab soojne laga tha. Lekin darr itna gehra tha ki wo mana nahi kar saka. Ghar pahunch kar usne thoda saaf-safai ki koshish ki, lekin uske kaano mein Mrs. Pooja aur Miss Sneha ki wo khatarnak hansi goonj rahi thi. Usne himmat jutayi aur Miss Sneha ke diye huye address par pahunch gaya—ek posh apartment, jiska 7th floor Rahul ki nayi jahannum banne wala tha.

Jab wo flat ke bahar khada hua, uske haath kanp rahe the. Usne darrte-darrte bell bajayi. Kuch second ki khamoshi ke baad, andar se Miss Sneha ki wahi bhari aur dominant awaaz aayi, jo kisi malkin ki tarah hukm de rahi thi.

"Aaja kutte! Darwaza khula hai. Lekin yaad rakhna, tune is ghar ki dehleez par kadam rakhte hi apni insaniyat bahar chhod di hai. Tu ab se ek janwar hai, aur kutte jaise chalte hain, waise hi andar aana. Agar tune do pairon par chalne ki gustakhi ki, to kasam se teri chamdi udhed kar deewar par tang doongi! Chal, andar aa mere gulam!"

Rahul ka dil baith gaya. Usne ek gehri saans li aur wahin darwaze par hi apne ghutno aur hatheliyon ke bal jhuk gaya. Wo ek dum kutte ki position mein crawl karte huye andar dakhil hua. Ghar ka nazara bada hi luxurious tha, lekin Rahul ke liye wo ek sunehra pinjra tha. Saamne bade se sofa par Miss Sneha badi hi raubdar position mein baithi thi. Unhone abhi tak college wali wahi laal embroidered juttiyan aur wahi dress pehni hui thi, jo unke dominant avatar ko aur bhi khatarnak bana rahi thi. Wo TV dekh rahi thi aur unke chehre par ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha, jaise wo kisi shikar ka intezar kar rahi hon.

Rahul chup-chap unke sofa ke paas jaakar ek kone mein 'Dog position' mein baith gaya, apna sar neeche jhukaye huye. Use laga shayad abhi use thoda sukoon milega, lekin Miss Sneha ki nazar jaise hi us par padi, wo gusse se garaj uthi.

"Kutte! Teko yahan aaram karne ke liye nahi bulaya hai maine! Teri itni himmat ki tu meri ijazat ke bina yahan aise betha hai? Yaad rakh harami, ek gulam kabhi bhi free nahi baith sakta. Ye gulami ka sabse pehla aur basic rule hai—ki tu har pal, har second apni malkin ki seva mein masroof rahega. Agar tu mujhe kabhi bhi aise nithalla ya khali baitha dikha, to apne pairon ki in laato se tere gotte (testicles) aise chura kar doongi ki tu mard kahlane layak bhi nahi bachega!"

Rahul darr se thartharane laga. Usne foran apni position sudhari aur unke pairon ke paas aage badha.

Idhar aa kutte! Aur apni is zaleel si jeevan (tongue) aur apne is gande muh ko mujhe samarpit (surrender) kar de. Ab tera ye sharir mera hai, meri juttiyon ka hai!" Miss Sneha ne chillakar hukm diya.

Rahul bina der kiye tezi se rirakhte huye unke pairon tak pahuncha. Usne dekha ki raste ki dhool aur mitti ki wajah se Miss Sneha ki juttiyan thodi gandi ho gayi thi. Usne apni sooji hui aur dard se bhari jeebh bahar nikali aur unki juttiyon ke sole ko chatna shuru kar diya. Har ek chaat ke saath mitti ka kirkira-pan uski zakhmi jeebh par chubh raha tha, lekin malkin ka darr itna tha ki wo ruka nahi. Wo kisi bhookhe janwar ki tarah unki juttiyon ko chaat-chaat kar saaf karne laga, apna poora muh unki juttiyon ke neeche ragad raha tha.

Thodi der tak uski ye zillat dekhne ke baad, Miss Sneha ne ek tanz bhari hansi hasi aur kaha, "Bas kar kutte, ye dhool chatna to teri warmup thi. Ab asli kaam shuru hoga. Chal, meri ye juttiya utaar, aur phir apne muh se meri nangi pindliyon aur pairon ko apni geeli jeebh se chat-chat kar itna chamka de ki mujhe lage ki main abhi-abhi naha kar aayi hoon. Ek-ek kona, ek-ek ungli chamakni chahiye. Chal, chalu ho ja!"

Rahul ne jaise hi apne haath aage badhaye taki wo jutti ki heel pakad kar use nikaal sake, tabhi—**DHAAAD!**

Ek zor-dar laat Miss Sneha ne uske seene par maari. Rahul piche ki taraf palat gaya aur uski saans atak gayi. Wo dard se karahne laga, lekin Miss Sneha uth kar uske upar khadi ho gayi, unki jutti ki nok uske gale par thi.

Kutte! Tu apni aukat kaise bhul raha hai baar-baar? Kya maine tujhe hath lagane ki ijazat di? Yaad rakh harami, tu ek gulam kutta hai, aur kutte ke paas haath nahi hote kaam karne ke liye! Ek kutta apne har kaam ke liye sirf apne muh aur apni jeebh ka istemal karta hai. Agar tune dobara apne gande haathon se meri in mehngi juttiyon ko chhune ki koshish ki, to main tere haath katwa kar tere hi muh mein thoons doongi! Samjha kutte?"

Rahul ne rote huye sar hilaya, "Ji... ji malkin... maafi malkin..."

Abhi tujhe bahut kuch seekhna baaki hai, nalayak. Tujhe insaan se poora janwar bana kar hi chhodungi main. Ab apni jeebh nikaal, aur mere pairon se ye juttiyan apne daanton aur muh se kheench kar nikaal. Ek khonch bhi nahi aani chahiye jutti par, warna teri khaal uded doongi!"

Rahul ne kampte huye apne muh ko unki jutti ke pichle hisse par lagaya. Usne apne daanton se jutti ki chamdi ko pakda aur dheere-dheere use unke nange pair se alag karne laga. Miss Sneha uske sar par apna doosra pair rakh kar dabab bana rahi thi, jaise use zameen mein dhasana chahti hon.

"Haan, aise hi kutte! Feel kar meri jutti ka taste aur apni malkin ke pairon ki garmi. Aaj raat tujhe batayungi ki ek asli 'Queen' ki gulami kya hoti hai. Tu ab mere liye sirf ek jeeti-jaagti cheez (object) hai. Meri har thook, meri har jutti ka dhool tera naseeb hai. Laga apni jeebh ab mere nange panjo par, aur inhe apni lala (saliva) se bhigo de!"

Rahul ki zakhmi jeebh ab Miss Sneha ke nange pairon ke talon (soles) par thi. Wo unki ungliyon ke beech ki jagah ko chaat raha tha, mitti aur pasine ka swad uske gale tak ja raha tha, lekin Miss Sneha ki ankho mein jo darindgi thi, wo use ye ghinona kaam karne par majboor kar rahi thi. Unhone apna ek pair uske muh ke andar thons diya aur zor-zor se ragadne lagin, jaise uska muh koi koodadan ho.

Abhi to party shuru hui hai kutte... rukh tu, abhi tujhe wo sab sikhayungi jo tune sapne mein bhi nahi socha hoga," Miss Sneha ne ek shaitani muskurahat ke saath kaha.

Rahul ki jeebh ab Miss Sneha ke nange pairon ke narm magar dominant talon par buri tarah ghis rahi thi. Har ek chaat ke saath wo malkin ke pairon ki garmi aur unke sharir ki khushbu ko mehsoos kar raha tha. Sneha ne apna doosra pair Rahul ki gardan par rakha aur use zor se daba diya, jisse Rahul ka muh poori tarah unke talve (sole) par chipak gaya.

Miss Sneha ne ek gehri saans li aur apne hothon par ek shaitani muskurahat late huye kaha, "Bas kar kutte! Ab tere 'Training Lesson' ka sabse zaroori hissa shuru hota hai. Abhi to maine sirf tere sharir ko toda hai, lekin ab main teri rooh ko gulam banaungi. Aaj se tu ek insaan nahi, meri property hai. Sun dhayan se, ye wo 'Slave Rules' hain jo teri nas-nas mein base hone chahiye. Bol harami, kya tu taiyar hai apne naye gulam jeevan ke niyam sunne ke liye?"

Rahul ne cheekhte huye kaha, "Ji... ji malkin! Main taiyar hoon... main aapka paltu janwar hoon!"

Sneha ne uske baal khinchte huye use apne chehre ke kareeb laya aur ek-ek shabd aise bola jaise koi khanjar uske kaano mein utaar rahi hon. "To sun kutte, ye hai tera gulam-nama (Slave Contract):"

"Pehla Rule," Sneha ne kaha aur apni ungli se Rahul ki gardan par nishaan banaya, "tu hamesha apne gale mein mere dwara diya gaya 'Dog Collar' (kutte ka patta) bandh ke rakhe ga Ye patta duniya ko ye dikhayega ki teri koi apni pehchan nahi hai, tu sirf Miss Sneha ka paltu kutta hai. Tu ise kabhi nahi nikalega, chahe naha raha ho ya so raha ho."

Rahul ne ririyate huye kaha, "Ji malkin, ye patta meri aukat yaad dilayega."

Doosra Rule," Sneha ne uske muh par ek halki laat maari, "Tu din mein kam se kam do baar meri 'Pooja' karega. Aur meri pooja ka matlab hai—meri juttiyon aur mere nange talon ko apni jeebh se chatna. Jab tak meri skin chamak na jaye aur meri juttiyan naye jaisi na ho jaye, teri jeebh rukni nahi chahiye."

"Teesra Rule," Sneha ne aage badhte huye uske kaan ke paas fusfusaya, "Jab bhi tu mujhe 'Service' de raha hoga, to tera poora dhyan sirf meri satisfaction aur meri khushi par hoga. Tu har pal mere charno mein khud ko samarpit (surrender) karne ke liye alert rahega. Tu humesha us mauke ka intezar karega ki mere liye kuch aisa kar sake, jisse tu duniya ke baki mardon se alag, ek nicha aur gulam dikh sake."

Sneha ne ek thahaka lagaya aur kaha, "Mere saamne teri koi aukat nahi hai harami. Tu mere liye sirf ek 'Utility Object' (zaroorat ka samaan) hai. Main tujhe jitna marzi chahe use kar sakti hoon, tod sakti hoon, ya kachre mein fenk sakti hoon. Tera sharir aur tera dimaag, dono meri sampatti (property) hain."

Rahul ki halat kharab thi, lekin Sneha ab uske mardana gupt-angon (privates) ki taraf dekh rahi thi. Unhone apni heel uske lower body par rakhi aur kaha, "Agla niyam sabse khatarnak hai. Main tere penis (land) ko 'Chastity Belt' se hamesha ke liye lock karke rakhungi. Aaj se tu apni malkin ki ijazat ke bina apne ang ko chhu bhi nahi sakta. Teri sexual energy sirf mere liye hogi, meri khushi ke liye hogi. Jab tak main aadesh na doon, tu ek napunsak kutte ki tarah rahega." Glad to have you here enjoying our exclusive collection of Indian Femdom tales.

Rahul ka chehra darr se peela pad gaya, lekin usne dabi awaaz mein kaha, "Ji... jaisa aap chahen malkin."

Sun kutte," Sneha ne uske thodi ko zor se pakda, "Tera muh aur teri jeebh hamesha meri Pussy (Choot) ko satisfy karne ke liye ready rahegi. Jab bhi main tujhe hukm doongi, tu poore josh aur pressure ke saath meri pooja karega. Aur yaad rakhna, jab tu meri pussy chaat raha hoga, tere dono haath hamesha peeth ke peeche bandhe honge, taaki tera poora sharir mere liye ek 'Footrest' ki tarah khula rahe. Main tere upar baith kar, tere sharir ko kunchalte huye teri mehnat ka maza loongi."

Sneha ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb si chamak thi. "Aur sun, jab tu mujhe satisfy kar raha hoga, to mujhse nikalne wali (veerya) ki ek bhi boond waste nahi honi chahiye. Tu use amrit samajh kar pee jayega. Agar ek bhi boond zameen par giri, to main teri jeebh ko garam chimte se jalwa doongi! Samjha kutte?"

Ab Miss Sneha ne wo baat kahi jisne Rahul ke rongte khade kar diye. Unhone use sofa se neeche giraya aur uske muh par apna pair rakh diya.

Sabse bada niyam... Jab bhi mujhe 'Toilet' (mutne) ki zaroorat hogi, tu wahan toilet seat ki jagah apna muh khol kar baithega. Main tere muh ke andar seedha mootungi, aur tu meri urine (mut) ki ek-ek boond ko aise piyega jaise koi thirsty dog paani peeta hai. Jab main mut chuki hoongi, to teri jeebh mere liye 'Toilet Paper' ka kaam karegi. Tu chat-chat kar mujhe ekdum dry aur saaf karega."

Rahul ki aankhon se aansu behne lage, lekin Miss Sneha ka junoon badhta ja raha tha.

Itna hi nahi kutte... Agar mujhe 'Latrine' (Potty) karni ho aur mera bathroom jaane ka mann na ho, to tu apna muh kisi 'Commode' ki tarah khol dega. Main tere muh mein hugungi (shitting), aur tu mere potty ke ek-ek tukde ko khayega aur nigal jayega! Uske baad teri jeebh meri gaand (Asshole) ke andar tak jayegi aur use chamka kar saaf karegi. Agar tu chahe, to main tere failaye huye haathon par apni gandagi giraungi, aur tu wahan se bhi chat-chat kar mujhe saaf karega." Experience the thrill of Indian Femdom stories exclusively on our website."

Sneha ne uski peeth par ek zor-dar laat maari aur kaha, Bol kutte! Kya tujhe ye manzoor hai? Kya tu mera 'Live Toilet' banne ke liye taiyar hai? Bol 'Yes Queen'!"**

Rahul ne zameen par apna sar patakate huye, Miss Sneha ke nange pairon ke nakhunon ko lick karte huye rote hue cheekha, **"YES QUEEN! YES MY DIVINE MALKIN! Main aapka kachra hoon, main aapka toilet hoon!

Rahul ki aankhon mein darr aur junoon ka ek ajeeb sa mishran tha. Wo Miss Sneha ke nange pairon ke paas zameen par leta hua unke ek-ek shabd ko apne dimaag mein patthar ki lakir ki tarah utaar raha tha. Sneha ne apni ek jutti Rahul ke chehre par zor se ragadi aur apne naye niyamon ki fehrist (list) jaari rakhi.

"Sun kutte! Abhi to maine sirf tera dimaag khola hai, ab main tere poore jeevan ka kachra saaf karungi. Yaad rakhna ye niyam, warna tera har din narak bana doongi," Sneha ne ek dominant muskurahat ke saath kaha.

Sneha ne uski thodi (chin) ko apni heel se upar uthate hue kaha, Jab bhi main college ya bahar se ghar aaungi, tu usi pal apne saare kapde utaar kar nanga ho jayega. Tu ek janwar hai, aur janwar kapde nahi pehente. Tu nange badan 'Dog position' mein crawling karte hue darwaje tak aayega aur mere pairon ko aise sunghne aur chaatne lagega jaise ek bhookha kutta apne malik ke aane par karta hai. Mujhe teri har saans mere pairon par mehsoos honi chahiye."**

Rahul ne kampte hue sar jhukaya, lekin Sneha ruki nahi. "Aur sun, jab mujhe lagega ki tu poori tarah se mera gulam ban chuka hai, to main tere sharir ke kisi bhi hisse par, shayad teri peeth ya tere kullo par, hamesha ke liye ek 'Tattoo' banwaungi. Us par bade-bade aksharon mein likha hoga—'PROPERTY OF MISS SNEHA'. Ye teri nayi pehchan hogi."

Khane ke waqt teri jagah kahan hogi, pata hai?"** Sneha ne ek thahaka lagaya. "Tu kabhi bhi mere barabar dining table par nahi baithega. Jab main upar baith kar shaan se khana kha rahi hungi, tu niche farsh par mere pairon ke paas, apni jeebh bahar nikaal kar 'Sitting Dog' ki tarah baitha rahega. Main apna khana chabaungi, aur jab mera mann karega, main wo chabaya hua nivala farsh par gira dungi aur apni sandal se use kunchal (crush) dungi."

Rahul ka halq sookh raha tha, lekin Sneha ka hukm jaari tha. "Tu usi waqt apni jeebh se meri sandal par lage hue us khane ko chat-chat kar saaf karega, aur phir farsh par bikhre hue kachre ko bhi chatna hoga. Jab tu farsh chaat raha hoga, main apna poora wazan apni sandal sahit tere sar par rakh dungi, taaki tera chehre zameen se chipak jaye. Tera 'Breakfast' aur 'Lunch' wahi hoga—meri thali ka bacha hua jootthan aur wo paani jisse main apne haath dhoungi. Tu har ek boond ko amrit samajh kar chat lega."**

"Subah hote hi tera kaam shuru ho jayega," Sneha ne uske baal pakad kar jhatka diya. **"Tu mere liye 'Ghodi' banega. Main tere nange badan par baithungi aur tu mujhe apni peeth par lade hue bathroom tak le jayega. Jab main latrine (potty) kar rahi hungi, tu wahin baith kar us gandagi ki smell lega. Jaise hi main uthungi, tu bina ghin kiye apni jeebh mere Asshole (gaand ke ched)

ke andar daal kar use ekdum chamka dega. Toilet paper ki zaroorat nahi padni chahiye mujhe."**

Jab main brush karungi," unhone aage kaha, "tu mere pairon ke paas muh khol kar baithega. Mere muh ka saara jhaag aur thook (spit) seedha tere gale mein jayega. Tu use foran pee jayega aur dobara muh kholega taaki main phir se thook sakun. Tera muh mera personal 'Spittoon' (thookdan) hai."**

Tu mere liye sirf ek janwar nahi, ek saaman (object) bhi hai,"** Sneha ne sofa par araam se baithte hue kaha. **"Main tujhe kabhi bhi 'Footstool' ki tarah use kar sakti hoon. Ghanton tak tu meri peeth par mera bojh uthayega jab main TV dekhungi. Ya phir, tu ghanton tak meri pussy (choot) chaat-chaat kar mujhe satisfy karega. Tera muh tab tak nahi rukega jab tak mera veerya (orgasm) na nikal jaye."

Sneha ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue ek ghinoni shararat ke saath kaha, "Mujhe nicha dikhane mein bahut maza aata hai. Main tujhe ladies 'Bra-Panty' pehnaungi, hothon par laal lipstick lagaungi, aur tere pichwade (ass) mein belan ya dildo thons kar teri mardangi ka janaza nikalungi. Main tujhe gandi-gandi gaaliyan dungi aur tu un gaaliyan ko apni tarif samajh kar sunega."

Sabse bada imtihan tab hoga jab mera 'Boyfriend' mujhse milne aayega," Sneha ne kaha. "Tu ek gulam ki tarah uska land (penis) chus-chus kar tight karega, aur meri choot ko chaat kar sex ke liye taiyar karega. Jab wo mard mere saath sex kar raha hoga, tu meri choot ke niche apna muh khol kar leta rahega. Jaise hi wo apna veerya (semen) meri choot par giraayega, tu lapak kar use chat lega. Us mard ka land aur meri choot, dono ko tu apni jeebh se chamka dega."

"Aakhir mein yaad rakh," Sneha ne Rahul ke chehre par zor se thookte hue kaha, "mere sharir se nikalne wala har 'Waste' tera khana hai. Mera mut (urine), meri potty, mera thook, meri juttiyon ki dhool, meri underwear ka ganda paani, aur meri naak ka waste—ye sab kuch tu khayega aur piyega. Teri jeebh mera saaf-safai ka nuskha hai."**

Rahul ki aankhon mein ab wo purani chamak puri tarah khatm ho chuki thi; wahan sirf darr, zillat, aur ek gandi gulami ka nasha bacha tha. Miss Sneha ne dekha ki Rahul kaise unke nange pairon ke nakhunon ko apni zakhmi jeebh se sehla raha tha. Unhone uske baal pakad kar uska chehra zor se peeche khincha, itni zor se ki uski gardan ki haddiyan chatakne lagi.

"Ruk be harami! Abhi sabse zaroori aur ghinona niyam to bacha hi hai," Sneha ne ek kaatilana muskurahat ke saath kaha. "Ye niyam teri mardangi ko mitti mein mila dega aur tujhe ehsaas dilayega ki tu ek naali ke keede se bhi badtar hai." "Love these power dynamics? There’s plenty more Indian Femdom to enjoy here."

Sneha ne apne bhari hips (kulle) thoda utha kar Rahul ke muh ke ek-dum kareeb laye, itne kareeb ki Rahul ki naak unke sharir ki garmi ko mehsoos kar sakti thi.

"Sun kutte," Sneha ne raubdar awaaz mein hukm diya, "Mere sharir ki har ek cheez tere liye 'Prasad' hai, chahe wo meri thook ho ya mere pichwade se nikalne wali gandi hawa. Aaj se niyam ye hai ki jab bhi mujhe 'Fart' (paad) aane wali hogi, main tujhe ishara karungi ya seedha apne hips tere chehre par thons doongi. Us waqt tu chahe kitne bhi important kaam mein kyun na ho—chahe tu meri juttiyan saaf kar raha ho ya kisi aur malkin ki seva—tujhe wo sab chhod kar foran apna muh meri gaand (Ass) ke ched par chipkana hoga."

Rahul ne kampte hue pucha, "Ji... ji malkin, matlab mujhe use smell karna hoga?"

"Sirf smell nahi, harami!" Sneha ne uske gaal par ek karara tamacha jada. "Tujhe apna muh khol kar meri gaand ke ched par vacuum ki tarah chipak jana hai. Jab meri gas (fart) bahar niklegi, to wo bhatakti hui hawa mein nahi jayegi. Wo seedha tere gale ke andar utarni chahiye. Tujhe lambi-lambi saansein lekar us gandi aur sadi hui smell ko apne fefdon (lungs) tak bharna hoga. Jab tak wo poori smell tere andar nahi chali jaati aur mujhe sukoon nahi milta, tu apna muh wahan se nahi hatayega."

Sneha ne uski naak ko apne hips ke beech zor se ragadte hue aage kaha, "Tu mere liye ek 'Human Exhaust Fan' hai. Jab meri gandi hawa tere muh mein jayegi, tujhe uska swad (taste) mehsoos karna hoga. Agar tune gas nikalte waqt apni naak sikoadi ya ghin khayi, to main wahi gas tere muh mein thook (spit) ke saath bharke tera dam ghont doongi. Tu us smell ko tab tak 'inhale' karega jab tak wo poori tarah khatm na ho jaye. Tu use amrit samajh kar piyega."

Rahul ka sharir thar-thar kanp raha tha. Usne socha bhi nahi tha ki koi itna gir sakta hai. Lekin Miss Sneha ka dominant roop use aur bhi nicha dikhane par amada tha.

"Samjha kutte?" Sneha ne uski peeth par apni heel ka pura wazan dalte hue pucha. "Bol, ki meri gandi hawa tera naseeb hai! Bol ki tu meri gaand ka gulam hai!"

Rahul ne ririyate hue, unke hips ke niche dabte hue cheekha, "YES QUEEN! Aapki gandi gas mere liye sughandh hai! Main aapka exhaust fan hoon malkin! Jab bhi aap paadengi, main use apne gale mein utaar loonga! Please malkin, mujhe ye gandi seva karne ka mauka dijiye!"

Miss Sneha zor-zor se hasne lagi, unki hansi pure kamre mein goonj rahi thi.

Rahul ne bilakhte hue Miss Sneha ke pairon ko pakad liya. Wo poori tarah toot chuka tha. **"Malkin... main bhi insan hu aap ku mere sath asa bartav kar rhi ho itne me sneha ek jor se laat marti he kamine tu insan nhi ab mera kutta suwar sb he tu or

"Sun be harami," Sneha ne bahut hi gambhir aur khatarnak lehje mein kaha. "Ye jitne niyam maine tujhe bataye hain—chahe wo meri fart inhale karna ho, mera toilet ban-na ho, ya meri juttiyon ki pooja karna ho—ye sab tujhe jitni jaldi ho sake seekhna hoga. Apne dimaag se insaniyat ka kachra nikaal aur jitni jaldi meri gulami ke is sanche mein khud ko dhal sakta hai, dhal le."  "Hungry for more? Enjoy our massive library of Indian Femdom stories right now."

Rahul sirf siskiyan le raha tha, uske paas bolne ki himmat nahi thi. Sneha ne uske baal khinchte hue aage kaha, "Jab tak ye saari zillat tere khoon mein nahi utregi, jab tak tera sharir aur dimaag khud ko ek 'Object' nahi maan lega, tab tak tu Principal madam ki asli gulami karne layak nahi banega. Yaad rakh, teri saal bhar ki fees ki keemat Mrs. Pooja hi chuka rahi hain, aur unka karz tu sirf apni zillat se hi utaar sakta hai."

Sneha ne ek thahaka lagaya aur Rahul ko thokar maari. "Main to sirf teri 'Trainer' hoon, lekin asli khel to Mrs. Pooja aur unki beti ke ghar par shuru hoga. Wo dono tujhe itna niche girayengi ki tu bhool jayega ki tu kabhi ek college student tha. Unke liye tu sirf ek koodadan, ek footstool, aur ek pairon ki jutti hoga. Isliye tere liye accha yahi hai ki tu mere paas ye saare 'Gulam Rules' ratt le."

"Apne andar ke mard ko maar de kutte," Sneha ne exotic tareeke se uske kaan mein fusfusaya. "Apne aap ko Mrs. Pooja aur unki beti ke charno mein samarpit (surrender) karne ke liye har pal alert reh. Teri har saans ab unki khushi ke liye honi chahiye. Agar tune mere yahan training mein zara bhi galti ki, to main tujhe unke paas bhejungi hi nahi, balki yahi tadpa-tadpa kar tera dam nikaal doongi."

Rahul ne unke pairon par apna sar patak diya. "Ji... ji malkin! Main seekhunga... main Mrs. Pooja ka sabse wafadar kutta banoonga. Main apni fees apni zillat se chukaunga!"

Sneha ne apni zanjeer ko jhatka diya aur Rahul ko khinchte hue kitchen ki taraf le gayi. "Chalo, ab baatein bahut ho gayi. Mera dinner ka waqt ho gaya hai, aur tere liye maine kuch 'Splasial Jootthan' bacha ke rakha hai jo tu mere pairon ke niche farsh se chat-chat kar khayega. Chal kutte, crawl kar!"

Rahul ab poori tarah se ek gulam ban chuka tha, jo apne naye narak ki taraf ek janwar ki tarah rirak raha tha, ye jaante hue ki uski asli tabahi abhi baaki hai.