From Boyfriend to Foot Slave:A Group Femdom Story of Public Humiliation (part-four)

This is the fourth part of the Tanvi and Sumit femdom story. If you missed the first three parts of these femdom stories, read them only on our website How Tanvi made Sumit her dog on the pretext of making him her boyfriend; first at a party, then in college, she humiliated him by making him her slave dog, and after that, she completely humiliated him in her house. Read all these scenes in the first three parts of these Indian femdom stories.

The next morning, in the master bedroom of a luxury apartment in Mumbai's poshest area, there was a strange silence. Golden rays of sunrise were coming in from outside, giving a soft glow to the whole room. Tanvi was lying on the king-size bed; her athletic body was clearly visible even from under the silk sheets – perfectly toned abs, firm round breasts, long smooth legs, narrow waist, wide hips, like a living statue of a Greek goddess. The morning light was falling on her skin, and she was slowly opening her eyes with a devilish smile on her lips.

Exactly next to the bed, on the imported Italian marble floor, Sumit was sitting on his knees. His eyes were red; he hadn't slept at all throughout the night. All night he had massaged Tanvi's feet – first pressing the soles hard, then cleaning the dirt between the toes with his tongue, then kissing the heels every two minutes, and when Tanvi slept, he lay under her feet like a pillow so that Tanvi would get extra comfort. "you read this femdom story www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Tanvi opened her eyes and stretched slowly, her body rustling against the silk sheets. She hung one naked foot down from the bed and placed it directly on Sumit's head, putting her full weight on it. "Good morning, my pathetic, low-life, poor background dog! You stayed up all night, didn't you? You massaged my feet well all night, right? Now tell me quickly, how does my foot feel on your head? Like it's your crown, right, your greatest honor?"

Sumit, with his head bowed and a trembling voice, said, "Yes Ma'am... your foot on my head... is the greatest blessing for me... I am your permanent slave... thank you Ma'am for giving me such honor."

Tanvi laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the room. She began rubbing her foot against his mouth, pressing her toes against his lips. "Yes, yes, it is a blessing, dog. Now stick out your tongue and lick my soles thoroughly like a morning freshener. Sweat from the night is on them; I didn't bathe after the gym yesterday. Enjoy the salty, sour taste, my personal toilet cleaner, human towel, fart sniffer!"

Sumit was forced to stick out his tongue and began licking the soles – the taste was absolutely disgusting: heavy night sweat, a bit of dirt, dead skin flakes, and Tanvi's natural foot odor. With every lick, Tanvi was moaning, "Wow wow, my obedient dog! You are getting better at the licking technique every day. Remember last night? You cleaned every waste of mine with your tongue – first drinking pussy discharge like nectar, then tongue-fucking my asshole deep inside, then when I farted, you sniffed it all without coughing and said thank you. Now you are my permanent human toilet, human towel, fart inhaler, pussy licker, ass cleaner, everything rolled into one pathetic package."

Sumit's licking continued, but his heart was thumping hard because he knew Tanvi's mood today was extra dangerous. Tanvi suddenly stuffed her foot into his mouth, toes deep inside so he couldn't speak. "Now I'm thinking, my body is so perfect – so toned, so hot, so superior – one is not enough. I want more slaves who worship my every inch, obey my every order without question, and inhale my every smell like it's oxygen.""you read this femdom story www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Sumit's tongue stopped; a dangerous spark appeared in Tanvi's eyes. She got up from the bed and stood in front of Sumit like a queen before her slave. She grabbed his hair hard and lifted his head so he would look directly into her eyes. "Look dog, how scared you are, my pathetic slave. Did you forget last night you cleaned my asshole deep inside with your tongue, moving it in circles, in and out? You took my fart in your mouth without holding your breath, drank discharge like it was water? Now you are my property – body, mind, soul, dignity, future, everything is mine. And now your entire family will be mine too. Think how much fun it will be when your cousin Priyansh licks my soles every morning, your elder brother Rajesh cleans my ass with his tongue every evening, and your younger brother Vikash drinks my sweat after the gym. If you refuse, I will tell everyone in college that Sumit is my personal fart sniffer, human toilet paper, discharge drinker, pussy licker. And those high-quality 4K videos I made – your tongue moving in and out of my holes, your mouth filled with my waste, your face red from my farts – I will first send those to your family on WhatsApp, then make them viral in all the village groups. Now pick up the phone quickly, dog, and call them here." Sumit's eyes began to overflow with tears like a river. Crying, he crawled on his knees to the phone. Tanvi sat on top of him on the sofa, putting her full weight on his back as if testing human furniture. "Call quickly, slave. Or else I'll put my morning piss in your mouth right now and make a new video with the title – 'Poor Slave Drinks Goddess Morning Piss'."

Sumit, with trembling hands, picked up the phone. First, he called his cousin brother Priyansh – who had a very weak, slim body; he used to clean the shoes and sandals of Tanvi's family members with a brush and cloth at their mansion in the village every day; he was from a poor family and had never come to the city properly. Sumit lied out of fear, "Priyansh bhai... there is a very urgent family matter at Tanvi Ma'am's place. Come quickly, take a train." Priyansh was confused, "But brother, I don't have money for travel..." Sumit said crying, "I will send the ticket, just come." Then he called his elder brother Rajesh – who had a somewhat strong body but was mentally very weak and cowardly; he used to wash Tanvi's family's luxury cars – Lamborghini, BMW, Mercedes – every day in the village, polished them, and lived a poor life. "Bhaiya... please come, it's very important, for the sake of the family." Rajesh asked, "What happened Sumit? Is everything okay?" Sumit was only crying. Finally, he called his younger brother Vikash – the weakest and shyest; he used to sweep and mop at Tanvi's large bungalows in the village every day, did the cleaning, and never received respect. "Vicky... everyone is coming, you also come quickly please." During every call, Tanvi sat on the side laughing loudly, watching old humiliation videos on her phone. "Good boy, my obedient pathetic dog! Now see how much fun it will be when your entire servant-background family kneels before my high heels. Anyway, your family members work as servants at my mansion in the village, don't they? Priyansh cleans my family members' shoes every day, Rajesh washes my luxury cars for a shine, Vikash sweeps and mops in my bungalows. They are already beneath me – they are weak, my family controls them with money, runs their lives. So there should be no shame in coming here and serving my personal body. It's just a level up – in the village, they cleaned shoes, cars, floors; now they will clean every part of my body with their tongues. It's a natural progression, isn't it, dog? Hahaha! How perfect all this is." Sumit said crying, "Ma'am... please don't say that. Those people respect you because you are rich and it is their necessity." Tanvi slapped his cheek hard five times one after another, the sound echoing through the room; his cheek turned red. "Respect? Now they will do my slavery openly. Their respect has been crushed under my soles. You see how much fun it will be when I tell them that their brother/cousin is my full-time human toilet slave, drinking my waste every day."

Two days later, Sumit's entire family reached Tanvi's luxury apartment. Priyansh came first – old faded clothes, weak body, only two shirts and pants in his suitcase, with a scared and confused expression. Then Rajesh and Vikash came together by train – simple village clothes, tired; they had never seen such a posh place. They all sat nervously in the living room on the sofa; Sumit was already sitting on the floor on his knees with his head bowed. Tanvi made a dramatic entry – wearing a skin-tight red dress, 6-inch high heels, perfect makeup, showing off her killer body curves. She welcomed them with pure dominance in her voice, "Come in, my new servant-background slaves! Sumit has called you all to perform my personal and private service. From now on, you all are my permanent property – body, dignity, life, future, everything is under my control." Everyone was shocked. Rajesh, standing up slightly in anger, asked, "What nonsense is this? Sumit, why is Tanvi Ma'am talking to us like this?" Sumit didn't lift his head, he was only crying. Tanvi smiled and placed her phone on the coffee table. She played videos one after another on the big screen TV – first clip: Sumit licking Tanvi's hips, tongue deep inside the crack. Second: Tanvi farting directly on his face, he is sniffing it. Third: swallowing discharge while cleaning it. Fourth: a pussy cleaning close-up. Tanvi's moaning and orders were clear in the audio. Everyone's mouth hung open. Priyansh put his hand over his mouth, "Sumit bhai... what is all this? You are doing all this?" Vikash started crying loudly, and Rajesh's face turned red with a mix of anger and shame. Tanvi laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the penthouse. "Yes, this Sumit of yours is my faithful, pathetic, low-life dog. Every morning and evening he cleans my pussy with his tongue, performs ass worship, sniffs farts like oxygen, drinks discharge like water. Now you all will also become my personal slaves. Otherwise, I will make these videos viral in the village. Your entire poor family's honor will be dragged through the mud. Now everyone kneel on the floor before my high heels!"

Rajesh tried to resist, "No! We work as servants for your family, but we will not fall this low. This will not happen." Tanvi signaled Sumit. "Dog, go and force your elder brother to kneel. Or else I'll go viral with all the videos right now." Sumit crawled crying to his brother. "Bhaiya... please agree. She is serious. I am already her full toilet slave. Please kneel, otherwise, the whole family will be ruined." Rajesh pushed Sumit a little, but Tanvi herself stepped forward and slapped Rajesh's cheek hard ten times – left-right-left-right; the cheek became completely red and swollen. "Dog! You used to clean my Lamborghini and BMW in the village for a shine, didn't you? Now you will shine my ass with your tongue. You seem to have a poor strong body, but you are of zero status before me. Kneel quickly, or else I'll call the police right now on a trespassing case!" Slowly everyone came to their knees – Priyansh was crying loudly, Vikash was trembling with fear, and Rajesh bowed his head in shame and anger. Tanvi stood over them and laughed, walking around with her heels clicking. "Wow, perfect scene! Look Sumit, your entire weak, servant-class family is kneeling beneath my expensive heels. How satisfying this view is. Now I assign the daily routine in detail, slaves. Listen carefully.""you read this femdom story www.indianfemdomstories.com"

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"Priyansh, you will become my official foot slave. Every morning you will clean all my shoes – heels, sandals, sneakers, boots – all with your tongue, just as you cleaned shoes in the village, but now they are my personal ones. You will massage my soles for 30 minutes, lick them clean, and suck my toes one by one. You will keep my sweaty socks in your mouth the whole day as a reminder that you are my property. Rajesh, you will be my ass cleaner and human furniture. Every evening after the gym, you will deep clean my hips, crack, hole – all with your tongue. You used to polish my cars in the village, right? Now you will polish my body with your tongue. Since you are strong, you will become a human chair when I sit, a human table when I eat, and you will lift my weight with your mouth. Vikash, you will be my full body sweat licker and mopping slave. After the gym, you will drink the sweat drop by drop from my armpits, thighs, back, pussy area. You used to sweep and mop in my bungalows in the village? Now you will mop my body with your tongue, cleaning every corner. And Sumit, you will remain my main premium toilet slave – pussy cleaning, ass cleaning, discharge drinking, fart inhaling, morning piss drinking, everything. And you will train these three poor weak brothers on how to serve me perfectly. If there is a mistake, you will take quadruple punishment."

Everyone was silent; only the sound of crying and breathing could be heard. Tanvi started the training that same evening when she came back from the gym – all sweaty, in a black sports bra and tiny shorts, her body glistening with sweat. She sat on the sofa, legs wide spread. "Priyansh, come my poor foot slave! Start with my left sneaker." Priyansh was crying, "Ma'am please... I used to clean shoes in the village with a brush, with a cloth... not like this with my tongue..." Tanvi grabbed his hair hard and pressed his head down to the floor. "Now you will do it with your tongue, poor weak boy! First, take off the sneaker and take a deep sniff – take the full gym smell into your lungs." Priyansh took off the sneaker, closing his mouth at the strong sweaty smell. Tanvi shoved his head hard into the sneaker. "Sniff hard 10 times! This is the smell of your new life, remember it." Then Tanvi took off her sweaty sock and stuffed it completely into Priyansh's mouth. "Suck the sock properly, drink all the sweat drop by drop." Priyansh was gagging, feeling like vomiting, but he continued. Then naked feet – ordered to lick the soles. Sumit was asked to help. Crying, Sumit pressed Priyansh's head hard onto Tanvi's soles. Tongue touched – the taste was absolutely horrible: heavy sweat, dirt, dead skin, strong foot odor. Tanvi was moaning loudly, "Wow Priyansh! The boy who cleaned shoes in the village is now licking a rich goddess's soles with his tongue. What a perfect upgrade for your career. Lick hard, move your tongue in circles, suck the toes like they're lollipops. Sumit, tell your cousin – how tasty I am." Sumit crying said, "Priyansh... Ma'am's foot is very tasty... lick properly please." Tanvi laughed loudly, "See? Your cousin also agrees. Now the right foot, same treatment. Every now and then, take a deep sniff of the soles. Anyway, you used to clean the shoes and sandals of my sisters and sisters-in-law at my mansion in the village, didn't you? Now you've become my personal foot slave – no shame, this low life is completely natural for you." Priyansh was swallowing the grime; tears were flowing non-stop from his eyes. Tanvi stuffed her foot completely into his mouth, wiggling her toes inside. "Good poor slave! Now clean the dirt from between the soles with your tongue as well."

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Then it was Rajesh's turn. Tanvi lay upside down on the sofa, pulling her shorts down and lifting her hips. "Rajesh, come my car washer slave! Polish my hips with your tongue, deep clean." Rajesh was refusing, "No Ma'am... this is absolutely wrong... I used to clean your cars respectfully..." Tanvi picked up her phone, "Fine, I'll make the video viral in all the village groups right now – your brother licking my ass." Rajesh, groping, moved forward helplessly, put his tongue on the hips – the taste was sour, rotten, heavy sweaty smell. Tanvi was moaning, "Yes elder brother! Rub your tongue well, in circles. You used to polish my Lamborghini in the village to make it shine, didn't you? Now shine my ass with your tongue. Go deep inside the crack, lick around the hole." Then suddenly Tanvi let out a loud, long, and smelly fart directly on his face. "Inhale it all! This is your new diet now – my divine farts for every meal." Rajesh was coughing, suffocating, but Tanvi pressed his head hard. "Shut up! Inhale deep and say thank you Ma'am for your divine fart." Rajesh, crying with shame, said, "Th-thank you Ma'am... for your divine fart..." Tanvi laughed, "Look Sumit, your elder brother who was a car washer in the village has now become my fart slave. How low your entire family has fallen!"

Then it was Vikash's turn – Tanvi lifted her arms, sweaty armpits fully visible. "Vikash, sweeper-mopper, come! Clean the armpits with your tongue first." Vikash was crying loudly, "Ma'am I... please..." "You will get the lowest tasks. Stick out your tongue and lick hard!" The taste was salty, sour, strong smell. Tanvi pressed his head, "Drink all the sweat, swallow. Now the thighs – go deep inside, near the pussy area." Vikash continued crying. Finally, Tanvi made Sumit demonstrate a full pussy cleaning in front of everyone. Shorts completely off, legs wide spread. "Look weak family, your Sumit is my premium toilet slave. Now he gives a live demo." Sumit crawled forward and began deep cleaning. Everyone watched in shock – Priyansh turned his face away, Rajesh was angry, Vikash was crying.

This routine continued every day for weeks – every morning Priyansh performed foot worship for 1 hour, after the gym Rajesh did ass cleaning with multiple farts, Vikash performed full body sweat licking, and Sumit performed toilet duties. In every session, Tanvi kept taunting, "You all were servants at my mansion in the village – cleaning shoes, washing cars, sweeping and mopping. Now you're personal body slaves. It's natural, isn't it?"

Weeks passed, and Tanvi's luxury apartment had now become a permanent slave camp. Sumit, Priyansh, Rajesh, and Vikash – four poor, weak-background slaves – were engaged in Tanvi's service from morning till night every day. Every day brought a new level of humiliation, every moment Tanvi's devilish laughter and taunts. Then came the day that became the most humiliating day in the lives of these four slaves – Tanvi had invited her four closest and equally dominant friends from college for a dinner party: Neha, Riya, Sonia, and Ayesha."you read this femdom story www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Tanvi had ordered the slaves in the morning, “Today my friends are coming. All of you get ready. Take off your clothes and put them in the almirah – from today you will stay naked whenever guests come. You will only wear leather collars that state your role – Foot Slave, Ass Cleaner, Sweat Drinker, Toilet Slave. Clean the floor well, prepare a fancy dinner in the kitchen, and yes – you people will not eat dinner yourselves. Whatever is left over or whatever I spit into the plate, that will be your diet today.” The three new slaves – Priyansh, Rajesh, Vikash – were crying in fear, but Sumit crying explained to them, “Please don't resist... she is serious about making the videos viral.” At 7 pm in the evening, the apartment's doorbell rang. Tanvi had worn her sexiest outfit – a black leather corset highlighting her perfect breasts and toned abs, a tight leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and 7-inch red high heels. Killer makeup – red lips, smokey eyes. She stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself, and said, “Perfect. Today my entire slave family will perform in front of these dominant girls.”

The door opened and the four friends entered – all equally hot and confident.

Neha: Long black hair, curvy figure, tight red dress, dominant smile.

Riya: Blonde highlights, athletic like Tanvi, black jumpsuit, bossy attitude.

Sonia: Short hair, tattooed arms, green dress, sadistic vibe.

Ayesha: Dusky skin, long legs, white bodycon dress, teasing nature.

Everyone hugged Tanvi as soon as they entered and started laughing loudly upon seeing the four naked slaves sitting in a line on their knees in the living room. Every slave had a black leather collar around his neck with silver letters that said:

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Priyansh: “FOOT SLAVE”

Rajesh: “ASS CLEANER”

Vikash: “SWEAT DRINKER”

Sumit: “FULL TOILET”

Neha laughed loudly, “Oh my god Tanvi! What is this scene? You've made the whole family slaves? How pathetic these four look naked on their knees!”

Riya started taking photos with her phone, “This is epic! With collars? Wow! Tanvi, you are a goddess, girl.”

Sonia pointed towards Vikash, “Look how scared this one is, don't cry dog!”

Ayesha looked at Sumit, “And this famous main slave? The toilet one? Hahaha!”

Tanvi made everyone sit on the sofa, poured expensive red wine into wine glasses, and ordered the slaves, “Now start the welcome service. First, remove my friends' heels and shoes and give them a massage, starting with the feet.” The slaves crawled forward.

Neha placed her long black stilettos in front of Priyansh after removing them. “Come foot slave, lick my heels clean first. I wore them all day in college today; they are sweaty.” Priyansh was crying, but Tanvi grabbed his collar and pressed his head onto the heels. He started licking the leather with his tongue – dust, sweat, leather taste. Neha moaning, “Wow loser boy! You used to clean Tanvi's sister's shoes in the village, didn't you? Now the heels of dominant city girls. How low you are.”

Riya took off her sneakers and placed them in front of Rajesh. “Car washer brother, clean my sneakers deep inside with your tongue. I came directly from the gym.” Rajesh put his tongue inside and cleaned them, coughing at the strong sweaty smell. Riya laughed, “Look how pathetic this strong-bodied one is, but he's cleaning shoes with his tongue.”

Sonia placed her sandals on Vikash's mouth. “Sweat drinker, first lick my sandals, then the foot.” Vikash was licking the sandals.

Ayesha stuffed her high heels into Sumit's mouth. “Toilet slave, suck my heels properly.” Sumit was experienced; he was deep cleaning.

Then all the friends put their feet forward for massage and licking.

Neha to Priyansh: “Now lick my soles, hard. I will release all the stress from college into your mouth.” Priyansh was licking the soles – salty sweat, nail polish smell.

Riya to Rajesh: “Press and lick my feet. You are strong, right? But a dog beneath me.”

Sonia to Vikash: “Suck my toes one by one, dog.”

Ayesha to Sumit: “Take my whole foot in your mouth and massage with your tongue.”

Tanvi stood watching everything and laughing. “Look girls, this entire family was a servant at my mansion in the village. Now personal body slaves. Natural upgrade, isn't it?” All the friends laughed loudly. Neha: “Seriously? What losers these people are! These servants are now serving us naked.”

Everyone sat at the dinner table. The slaves were ordered to become human furniture.

Rajesh was made a human footstool under the table – the four friends placed their feet on his face and stomach. Riya dug her heel in hard, “You have a strong body, right? Bear the weight.”

Priyansh was placed under Neha's feet, his head as a footrest.

Vikash on the floor between Sonia's thighs, ready for sweat.

Sumit under Tanvi's chair, ready for anything.

Dinner was served – expensive Italian food, wine flowing. The friends were eating and taunting the slaves.

Neha spat a little pasta from her plate into Priyansh's mouth, “Eat this foot slave. Food spat out by a goddess.”

Riya crushed a piece of bread with her foot and fed it to Rajesh, “Car washer, eat what is crushed by a foot.”"you read this femdom story www.indianfemdomstories.com"

Sonia took wine in her mouth and spat it into Vikash's mouth, “Indirect kiss, slave boy.”

Ayesha fed a grape to Sumit with her foot, “Toilet slave, enjoy.”

Tanvi announced, “Now entertainment after the main course – a group worship session. All slaves come around me.” All the slaves crawled to Tanvi's sofa. Tanvi removed her heels and put her feet forward. “Priyansh and Sumit – worship my feet. Rajesh – my ass. Vikash – armpits and thighs.” Priyansh and Sumit were both licking Tanvi's feet – left and right. Soles, toes, heels – everything. Rajesh was licking Tanvi's hips deep from behind. Vikash was licking armpits and inner thighs. The friends were taking videos with their phones, focusing on close-ups.

The party had now reached its peak. It was 11 pm at night, the wine bottles were finished, and the five dominant girls – Tanvi, Neha, Riya, Sonia, and Ayesha – were completely high on power and sadism. The living room lights were dimmed, leaving only red mood lighting which highlighted the slaves' red, shame-filled faces even more. Tanvi placed one foot on the glass table and announced, in a voice of pure authority, “Girls, so far it was only a warm-up. Now let's start the real intense humiliation.” All the friends clapped loudly and started laughing.

Tanvi ordered, “All slaves open your mouths wide and stick your tongues out. We five will spit on you one by one – directly into your mouth. Whoever swallows the most spit without spilling will get a reward – one of my farts directly in the mouth. Whoever spills will get a punishment – trampling by all the friends' heels.”"you read this femdom story www.indianfemdomstories.com"

The slaves fearfully opened their mouths. The five girls stood in a circle.

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Neha came first. She looked into Priyansh's mouth and let out a long, thick spit – directly inside. “Drink it foot boy. This is my blessing.”

Then Riya on Rajesh – making a loud hawking sound, thick spit in the mouth. “Car washer, swallow quickly.”

Sonia on Vikash – multiple small spits one after another. “Drink it all dog.”

Ayesha on Sumit – made a slow, long spit thread and dropped it inside. “Toilet slave, you are a pro, aren't you?”

Tanvi last – the thickest and longest spit, directly into the throat. “My main dog, swallow it properly.”

This round was repeated 10 times. Spit was falling from the slaves' mouths; they kept swallowing, coughing. Vikash spilled – in punishment, all the friends trampled him with heels – back, chest, even a light dig on the balls. Riya laughed, “Look how weak the little sweat drinker is. Spilling already?”

Tanvi said, “Now all slaves lie upside down on the floor, faces up. We will sit on you one by one in a face-sitting position and fart directly into your mouths. Rule: No holding breath – you have to inhale fully and say thank you without coughing. Whoever coughs gets 10 slaps.”

Neha sat on Priyansh with full weight, skirt up, panty to the side – a direct fart, long and smelly. Priyansh was suffocating, his eyes red. “Thank you Neha Ma'am...” he said trembling.

Riya on Rajesh – heavy weight, loud fart. “Strong-bodied one is now a fart cushion. Say thank you!” Rajesh coughed – immediate 10 slaps from all friends, cheeks swollen.

Sonia on Vikash – multiple small farts all at once.

Ayesha on Sumit – a slow silent but deadly fart. Sumit was a pro; he inhaled deep. “Thank you Ma'am.”

Tanvi was the last and most intense – she sat on all the slaves in rotation and gave each one a personal long fart in the mouth. “This is my signature smell. Remember it for a lifetime.”

Tanvi made the final announcement, excitement in her voice, “Now let's give these poor slaves the real treatment. All slaves sit in a line in the bathroom – on your knees, mouths open.” In the large marble bathroom, the slaves sat in a line. The five girls stood above.

Tanvi: “This is our golden shower. We are marking you all as our property. Open your mouths and drink as much as possible. Don't spill.”

First Tanvi on Sumit – direct stream into mouth, on face, on body. Sumit was swallowing.

Then Neha on Priyansh – “Golden shower for the foot slave along with the foot smell.”

Riya on Rajesh – “Let's make the strong body weak.”

Sonia on Vikash – “Special treatment for the dog.”

Ayesha rotating on everyone a little bit.

All the slaves were completely wet, filled with the smell, crying but saying thank you forcefully. The party ended at 3 am. The friends hugged Tanvi as they left.

Neha: “Best party ever. Next week again – even more intense.”

Riya: “We have to break these slaves more.”

The slaves lay on the bathroom floor – broken. Tanvi looked at them and smiled, “See dogs? Today you all officially became the permanent pets of me and my friends. This intensity will increase every day. Now sleep on the floor – foot worship starts at 5 am tomorrow morning.” The four slaves quietly lay on the floor, bodies trembling, minds completely shattered.