From Boyfreind To Girlfreind Family Slave A New Chapter of Femdom story (part-six)

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In the deep silence of the night, the lights of Tanvi’s luxury Mumbai apartment were dimmed, but the atmosphere was thick with heat and humiliation. The four slaves—Sumit, Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash—had now completely forgotten their humanity. The leather collars around their necks served as a constant reminder that they were now nothing more than "property."

Tanvi, Kavita Bhabhi, Pooja Bhabhi, and Ritu were sitting at the dining table. It was laid with delicious food—butter chicken, naan, reshmi kababs, and dessert. The four mistresses laughed and chatted while the four slaves sat naked on the floor below, their eyes fixed on the mistresses' feet.

Kavita said, breaking a piece of chicken, "Tanvi, the food in Mumbai is truly wonderful, but looking at these dogs makes me even hungrier. Right, Pooja?"

Pooja, adjusting the pallu of her red saree, replied, "You’re right, Bhabhi. In the village, they served at our mansion, but here they are doing their real jobs. Look at how they watch with greedy eyes."

Ritu picked up a kebab with a laugh, "Di, these dogs must be hungry too, right? They need energy because we aren't letting them sleep tonight. They have to service our entire bodies!"

Tanvi struck the table, "Hahaha! True, Ritu. They will get food, but only according to their 'status.' Listen, dogs! We will throw our footwear one by one. Whoever catches it in their mouth first gets a 'reward,' and the other three will get a punishment that will make their souls tremble!"

Kavita Bhabhi smiled and lifted her left leg. Her golden shoe dangled from her fair foot. "Ready, dogs? Go, fetch!" She threw the shoe far into the corridor.

The four slaves—Sumit, Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash—instantly bolted on all fours like dogs. They shoved each other, growling. Sumit, who was the most broken by now, put in all his strength and reached the shoe first. He didn't use his hands; he opened his mouth and clamped his teeth onto the leather.

Crawling on his knees, Sumit returned and sat at Kavita’s feet. He placed the shoe down and licked her soles. Kavita stroked his head as if she were petting a street dog. "Good dog! You turned out to be the only true dog. The rest of these three are just trash."

Kavita took some leftover food and bones from her plate into a small dish and placed it under the table. "Go on Sumit, this is your reward. Sit under the table and eat, but remember—after every bite, you will kiss the feet of all four of us and say: 'Thank you Mistress, for raising this lowly slave'."

Sumit began to cry but started eating. After every bite, he would crawl and kiss first Kavita’s, then Pooja’s, then Ritu’s, and finally Tanvi’s feet. "Thank you Mistress, for raising this lowly slave," Sumit said every time, his mouth filled with the sweat of the mistresses and the taste of the food.

Kavita’s face filled with anger as she looked at the other three slaves—Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash. "You three, come here, you bastards!" she shouted.

The three crawled over fearfully. Kavita slapped Rajesh five times across the face with full force. CHAAKK! CHAAKK! "You bastard, you couldn't even bring my shoe? You acted like a big man in the village while washing cars, where is your manhood now?"

Pooja taunted, "Bhabhi, they don't deserve forgiveness. Make them rub their noses!"

Kavita ordered, "Go on, dogs! Rub your noses on the feet of all four mistresses and say: 'Madam, we are worthless, we failed the task. Punish us and feed us your leftovers'."

Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash did exactly that. They rubbed their noses on the footprints of the mistresses until red marks formed on the floor. The sound of their sobbing echoed in the room. "Madam, please... punish us... we are trash..." they pleaded.

Tanvi said mockingly, "Fine, if there is strength in your apology, you'll get food." Tanvi chewed a piece of chicken, turned it into a paste in her mouth, and spat it into Rajesh's mouth. "Take it, this is your food today. Open your mouth and swallow!"

Kavita and Pooja did the same. They spat their chewed, leftover food directly into the slaves' mouths. The slaves ate it as if it were a grand feast. "This is your status—to live on our leftovers," Ritu said laughing.

After finishing the food, Ritu pushed back her chair. "Di, the food is done, but these dogs must be thirsty. Let’s play another game." Ritu took off one white sports shoe and threw it to the other corner of the corridor. "Whoever brings it first, drinks water!"

This time Rajesh put in all his effort and brought the shoe back in his mouth. Ritu clapped, "Good! You won. Now open your mouth." Ritu filled her mouth with water from a glass and gargled it directly into Rajesh's mouth. "Take it, this is your reward!" Rajesh drank that spit-water as if it were nectar.

Glaring at the other three, Ritu said, "You three, get in line. Now a 'special' water will be made for you." Ritu ordered Vikash, "Go, get a big tub from the bathroom!" Vikash brought the tub. Ritu took off her dirty, sweaty socks and put them in the tub filled with water. Then Tanvi, Kavita, and Pooja put their dirty feet into the tub.

"Go on dogs, we will clean our feet in this for 10 minutes, then this water will be your 'energy drink'," Tanvi said. After 10 minutes, the water in the tub was black and smelly. Kavita took her shoe, dipped it in the tub to fill it with water, and brought it to Priyansh's mouth. "Drink from my shoe! So you remember that every gulp goes through our dust."

Ritu filled her sports shoes with water and fed Vikash and Sumit. "Drink, dogs! The sweat of my socks and the filth of my shoes should go inside you. First, take those socks out with your mouth!" Priyansh and Vikash dipped their faces in the tub, caught Ritu's wet socks with their teeth, and sucked them until all the salty, sweaty water went down their throats. "Mistress... it’s very tasty..." Priyansh said crying.

Pooja Bhabhi stretched, "A walk is necessary after dinner. But I won't walk on the floor. You four, become 'Human Mats'!" Pooja shouted the order, "Lie in a line, stick to each other!"

The four slaves lay naked on the floor. Pooja began walking over them with her bare feet. She would stand with her full weight on their stomachs, their balls, and their faces. "Ahhh... Ma'am... please..." Rajesh groaned as Pooja crushed his face with her sole.

Shut up, dog! The real fun has just started," Pooja said and put on her High Heel Sandals. She dug her sharp heels into Sumit's hands and Priyansh's chest. Tanvi, Kavita, and Ritu joined in. The four mistresses stood on the four slaves, talking as if they were an expensive carpet. Blue marks were forming on the slaves' bodies from the heels, but they had to endure the weight without moving. Then, the four were ordered to crawl like dogs into the bedroom.

The atmosphere in the bedroom had completely changed. In the dim light, Kavita Bhabhi’s personality looked even more authoritative and fearsome. Kavita, the head mistress of the village mansion, now stood in this closed Mumbai room as the mistress who decided the life and death of these four slaves.

The door opened slowly and Kavita Bhabhi entered. She had left the pallu of her sleeveless suit slightly loose, showing her full shoulders and curvy figure. On her feet were the same golden shoes that now bore the marks of trampling and the slaves' sweat.

The four slaves—Sumit, Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash—immediately crawled toward the door. As soon as Kavita stepped inside, all four placed their heads on her feet. "Mistress... welcome to your kingdom," Priyansh said crying and began kissing the front of Kavita’s shoe.

"Hahaha! Look at these dogs, how they pounce on my shoes," Kavita kicked Rajesh in the face, "Back off, you useless things! Your dirty mouths are making my shoes dirty."

Kavita sat regally on the bed and spread her legs in front of them. "Go on dogs, start my 'real' service. First, free me from this suit. But remember—your hands stay tied behind your back. Use only your MOUTH and TEETH. If I see even one spit mark on the suit, I’ll break your teeth."

Priyansh and Rajesh moved forward. The strings on the back of Kavita’s suit were very thin. Rajesh caught the string with his teeth and began to pull slowly. Kavita’s back was fair and soft. "Pull harder, Rajesh! Did you only learn to break bread in the village?" Kavita taunted. In his nervousness, Rajesh pulled the string and it opened. Priyansh slid the suit down her shoulder with his mouth.

Slowly, the four together reduced Kavita to just her silk lingerie. Kavita now lay almost naked on the bed, her full body before the slaves' eyes. "Now come to the real spot," Kavita signaled Sumit.

Kavita told Sumit to lie on the edge of the bed, face up. She ordered Rajesh and Vikash to become 'human stairs' on the floor. "Sumit, you are the toilet slave, right? Today see how deep my 'toilet' is," Kavita put her full weight on Sumit's face—Face Sitting. Sumit’s nose and mouth were buried under Kavita’s heavy ass. He began to suffocate and struggle, but Kavita did not let him move.

"Lick, dog! Polish my ass-hole with your tongue!" Kavita roared. Sumit put in all his effort and began licking Kavita’s ass. His mouth was filled with the scent of Kavita’s skin and sweat.

At that moment, Kavita called Priyansh between her legs. "Priyansh, you will lick the pussy. Absorb my heat. Squeeze out every drop." Priyansh began to worship Kavita’s pussy with his mouth. Kavita’s pussy was groomed and sweaty. When Priyansh put his tongue inside, Kavita grabbed his hair and pressed his face into her pussy. "Mmm... yes... keep licking like that... this is your place, cleaning the filth of my body," Kavita moaned.

Kavita’s body began to jerk. She ordered Rajesh and Vikash to keep the soles of her feet wet by licking them. The four slaves were now busy on different parts of Kavita’s body—one cleaning her ass, one licking her pussy, one sucking her toes. you read this femdom stories on www.indianfemdomstories.com

"I... I’m coming, dogs! Open your mouths wide!" Kavita screamed. She rubbed her ass on Sumit’s mouth and her pussy on Priyansh’s mouth with force. With a jerk, Kavita released her Discharge. That hot, cream-like fluid filled Priyansh and Sumit's mouths. "Swallow it! Not a single drop should fall outside. This is your 'dessert' for today," Kavita said laughing.

Sumit and Priyansh swallowed that bitter and exotic discharge as if it were the purpose of their lives. Their entire faces were covered in Kavita’s fluid. Kavita got up from the bed, but the game wasn't over. Her bladder was heavy. She told the four to lie together on the floor.

"I’m not in the mood to go to the bathroom. You four together will be my flush." Kavita stood over their faces and began to Piss (Peshab) directly into their mouths. "Drink, dogs! This is the blessing of the village mistress. Wash your mouths with this and then clean the floor!"

The warm stream went down their throats. Finally, Kavita spat on their faces and left the room without putting her suit back on. "Clean this up quickly! Pooja's mood shouldn't be ruined!"

The four slaves now began to clean the floor by licking up Kavita’s urine and spit. There were tears in their eyes, but they worked quickly because they knew the torture from Pooja Bhabhi and Ritu would be even more dangerous.

Pooja Bhabhi’s character had always been a bit more demanding and cruel. For her, these four slaves were not humans but "living tools" to polish her luxury lifestyle. After Kavita left, Pooja’s reign was about to begin in the room.

When Pooja Bhabhi entered the bedroom, the rustle of her red saree and the click-clack of her heels created a terrifying silence. She saw the four slaves—Sumit, Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash—waiting for her on their knees on the floor. Pooja stood proudly in the middle of the bed and ordered to be freed from the heavy saree, with the same condition: hands tied behind the back, using only the mouth.

Rajesh and Sumit caught the pallu and pleats of the saree with their trembling lips. Pooja taunted them, saying that in the village they only licked dust, but today they had a chance to touch a "Goddess's" body, even if it was with their mouths. As the saree slid down, Pooja kept laughing at their incompetence and occasionally kicked their heads with her heel.

After the saree was off, Pooja remained in only her silk petticoat and blouse. She put both hands behind her head and signaled Vikash. Vikash, who had received the title of "Sweat Drinker," shoved his mouth into Pooja’s armpit.

Because of the workout and heat, the sweat there was quite strong and salty. Pooja grabbed his hair, rubbed his face against her skin, and said, "Vikash, this isn't sweat, it’s the intoxication of my pride. Every drop coming from my body should be on your tongue. Lick until this spot is completely dry!" Vikash used his whole tongue to scrub her armpits clean while Pooja kept her eyes closed in pleasure.

Now it was time for the most humiliating part. Pooja told Rajesh to lie under the bed like a 'human step' and sat on Sumit’s face in a Face-Sitting position. She had already stuffed her panties into Priyansh’s mouth.

Sumit’s whole face was buried in Pooja’s soft, wet pussy. Pooja put her full weight on his nose and mouth, making Sumit suffocate. She shouted, "Lick, Sumit! Shine every corner of my pussy and ass-hole with your dirty tongue. I want to feel you drinking every filth of my body like it's nectar." Sumit started moving his tongue in and out frantically, cleaning Pooja’s pussy discharge and the heat of her ass-hole.

Priyansh sat below sucking Pooja’s toes, while Pooja made marks on Rajesh’s back with her heels. The atmosphere was so exotic and humiliating that the slaves' tears were wetting Pooja’s skin, which she liked even more.

Pooja’s body began to jerk; her high had reached its peak. She pulled Sumit and Priyansh’s hair hard and rubbed their faces against her pussy. She released her hot Discharge into their mouths and strictly instructed that not a single drop should fall on the floor.

When she got up from the bed, her bladder was full. She made the four lie on the floor together and released a stream of Hot Urine (Piss) on their faces. Pooja said laughing, "Take this, dogs, this is Pooja Bhabhi’s final reward for today. Wash your faces with this and shine the floor with your tongues!" Finally, she spat on their mouths and walked out of the room laughing while adjusting her clothes.

Now the four mistresses are sitting in the hall deciding how to take these dogs to the village tomorrow. Do you want me to write the scene where Tanvi ties them all in one long iron chain and walks them like dogs on the street?

After Pooja Bhabhi left, the room was already heated. Now it was the turn of Ritu, who was the most athletic, modern, and cruel of all the mistresses. Ritu kicked the door open and entered. She had a hunter (whip) in her hand and a smile on her face like one who has spotted prey.

Upon entering, Ritu stared at the four slaves—Sumit, Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash—who were already disheveled after serving Kavita and Pooja. "Hey dogs! You’ve met the old bhabhis of the village, now taste the intoxication of a modern mistress," Ritu said and began undressing. She threw her tight gym leggings and sports bra on the floor and stayed in only her thin thong. Her body was glowing from her workout, and her thighs were toned and fair.

She sat proudly on the bed, spread both legs wide, and ordered the four, "Line up, you useless things! Today I will squeeze the last drop of your manhood." Ritu first called Rajesh. She lifted both her legs and put her ass right near Rajesh’s face. 

"Rajesh, you who acted like a big lion in the village, now you will clean my ass-hole with your tongue. Put your tongue deep inside; I want to feel a slave licking the dirtiest part of my body as if it were nectar!" Rajesh started crying, but Ritu kicked his head. Rajesh pushed his tongue inside Ritu’s ass-hole. It was wet and hot. Rajesh was licking when suddenly Ritu let out a loud Fart directly onto Rajesh’s tongue.

"Hahaha! How was the taste, dog? This is the air of a rich Mumbai mistress. Its taste is your real status. Keep licking... and put your tongue deeper!" Ritu said with pleasure. She called the other three as well and made them clean her ass-hole one by one, humiliating them each time by farting in their faces.

Ritu was now fully aroused. Her body was burning with heat. She ordered the four to pounce on her pussy at once. "My pussy isn't getting satisfied today. You four, shove your dirty tongues deep inside. Every drop of sweat and discharge coming out is your food for today!"

The four slaves huddled like dogs between Ritu’s legs. One was licking the lips of her pussy, another was putting his tongue deep inside. Ritu lay on the bed moaning loudly, grabbing their hair and rubbing their faces on her body. "Yes dogs! Harder... keep licking! Your manhood will only be used to clean my pussy now. You are just trash, and the job of trash is to clean the mistress’s filth!"

When Ritu felt her discharge was about to come, she got off the bed and started a dangerous game. She ordered Sumit to stand in front of her (pussy area) and Priyansh to stand behind (ass area). She shouted at Rajesh and Vikash, "You two dogs, bury their faces inside my body! Press so hard that their tongues can't come out for even a second. They should suffocate in my pussy and ass!"

Rajesh and Vikash did exactly that. They grabbed Sumit and Priyansh’s heads and pushed with full force into Ritu’s body. Sumit’s whole face was buried in Ritu’s burning pussy, and Priyansh’s nose was pressed into Ritu’s ass-hole. They were both struggling, unable to breathe, but Ritu was rubbing against them.

"Mmm... yes! Press harder! I want to feel their screams inside my body!" Ritu screamed as she began to discharge (ejaculate). Her hot discharge filled their mouths directly. Finally, Ritu pushed them away and ordered, "Now lick all this discharge off the floor. If a single drop remains, I’ll tie you up naked in the balcony like dogs all night!"

In the hall, the four mistresses—Tanvi, Kavita, Pooja, and Ritu—were sitting on the sofa. The four slaves were collapsed at their feet, their bodies covered in sweat, spit, and urine.

Tanvi said proudly, "Today you people have pleased us. But this was just a trailer. Now you four have separate duties all night."

• Priyansh: You will stay under Kavita Bhabhi’s bed. Whenever you feel thirsty, you will drink her leftover water and massage her feet all night.

• Rajesh: You will be Pooja Bhabhi’s 'Foot-rest.' She will sleep all night with her feet on your back. If you move, her heels will be in your ribs.

• Vikash: You will be the 'Exhaust Fan' in Ritu’s room. You will keep her armpits and body cool by licking them all night.

• Sumit: You will stay with me. You are my 'Night Toilet.' I shouldn't need to go to the bathroom at night. Every waste of mine will be your dinner.

Tanvi brandished the whip in the air, "Move, dogs! Crawl behind your respective mistresses to their bedrooms. Tonight will be nothing less than doomsday for you!"

The four slaves, crying and pleading, followed their mistresses. Only the sound of the mistresses laughing and the slaves crying echoed through the apartment.