From Debt to Submission: An Arrange Marriage Femdom Story (Part-one)

This is first Part of this femdom story.

Jiya's personality was not like that of an ordinary girl. The hatred she had within her for the male gender was not a coincidence, but rather the bitter truth of her childhood that she had witnessed every day in her home. Ever since Jiya gained consciousness, she saw only one scene—her mother’s crying and her father’s arrogance. Her father considered her mother as nothing just because he was the one who earned money. Since childhood, Jiya saw that being a man was a license for her father not to respect a woman, to humiliate her at every turn, and to give her mental torture. Those childhood wounds turned Jiya's innocent mind into stone. She resolved right then that she would never bow before any man in her life; instead, she would become so independent and powerful that men would beg before her.

Time passed, and Jiya's hatred for men turned into a poison. She made her education her only weapon. After completing her graduation, she stepped into a corporate company. Her talent and passion for work were such that male employees were left behind, and Jiya very quickly sat in a senior position. Now, dozens of men worked under Jiya. This was the very opportunity Jiya had been waiting for since childhood. She did not miss a single chance to degrade men in the office. Humiliating them in front of everyone for their small mistakes and showing them their low worth became Jiya's daily routine. Her nature had become so dominant and strict that men trembled at her name.

Jiya's hatred had now taken a dark turn. When the topic of her marriage came up in society, the conditions she put forward left people stunned. Jiya had clearly said that she did not want a "husband," but rather a "slave." A man who would never speak a single word in front of her, who would live like a crawling insect under her feet. She openly said that she wanted a boy who would be engaged in her service from morning till evening and whom she could torture whenever she wanted. Jiya's conditions were extremely strict and dark. She said that her slave must make tea and breakfast for her as soon as he woke up in the morning, sweep and mop the whole house, wash dishes, and even clean the toilet. Jiya's dominance did not stop there; she wanted that man to wash her dirty shoes and socks without asking any questions. She clearly said that she would beat him with her hand, kicks, shoes, and a belt whenever she wanted, and that man would not even utter a sigh in return. Because of these conditions, no proposal stopped at Jiya's doorstep, because finding such an option was impossible where a man would sell himself for so much humiliation. Dive in and enjoy an endless number of captivating femdom stories on our website.

Just then, a devilish thought came to Jiya's father's mind. A cleaner named Deepak worked in their company. Deepak was a helpless and miserable man. About four years ago, Deepak had borrowed a large amount of money from Jiya's father for the treatment of his sick father. The debt was so high that Deepak was unable to repay it, and taking advantage of this helplessness, Jiya's father had kept him in the job of a cleaner. Deepak had a younger brother, Manoj. Manoj did not do any specific work, and both brothers, being orphans, were each other's only support. Jiya's father saw Manoj, and he felt that this boy could prove to be the best sacrifice for Jiya's dark conditions.

Jiya's father called Deepak to his cabin. Deepak was trembling with fear. Jiya's father gave him a straight threat that if he did not get his younger brother Manoj married to Jiya, he would file a case against him for not returning the money and send both brothers to rot in jail. Jiya's father told Deepak all of Jiya's disgusting conditions in detail. He told him that Jiya hates the male gender and she will keep Manoj not as a husband, but as an insect of her feet whom she can crush whenever she wants, beat with a belt and shoes, and make him do all the dirty housework. Deepak stood stunned hearing this. How could he push his brother into this hell where there was only humiliation and pain?

Deepak reached home crying and told Manoj the whole truth. He told him how Jiya does not consider them as men and how she wants to make Manoj her slave and commit atrocities on him. He also told him that if Manoj does not say yes, they will have to go to jail and their lives will be completely ruined. When Manoj saw that fear and helplessness in his elder brother's eyes, his heart broke. He saw how Deepak had sacrificed his life to raise him since childhood, even to the extent of not marrying himself. Manoj made a decision. He thought that if by his becoming a slave, his brother's entire debt could be forgiven and he could be saved from going to jail, then he would make this sacrifice. He decided that he would live the life of a slave so that his brother could have peace.

Manoj decided to accept each and every dark condition of Jiya. He accepted that he would wake up in the morning to make tea and breakfast for her, clean the filth of the entire house, and wash her dirty socks and shoes. He also accepted that Jiya could beat him with her kicks, shoes, and belt whenever she wanted, and he would never speak a single word in front of her. Manoj had decided to make his existence the dust of Jiya's feet.  Explore and enjoy a growing number of intense femdom stories right here on our site.

This tale of Jiya's hatred and her obsession had now reached a turning point where the sign of manhood was about to be erased. The next morning, Deepak entered Jiya's father's cabin with heavy steps. His face was downcast, and there was regret in his eyes for pushing his younger brother into this hell, but he had no way out. He told Jiya's father in a trembling voice that Manoj had accepted all the conditions of marriage and he is ready to become Jiya's slave.

Hearing this, a look of male pride and a desire for peace came over Jiya's father's face. He was happy that his debt would be recovered and his daughter's stubbornness would also be fulfilled. He immediately went home and broke this good news to Jiya. "Daughter, I have found the insect that will crawl under your feet. That boy is ready to bear your every condition, every humiliation, and every beating," he said with great pride. Jiya was a little surprised to hear how a man had agreed to such disgusting conditions, but her happiness was far greater than her surprise. A poisonous smile ran across her face. She told her father, "Fine, I want to meet that boy. I want to see with my own eyes whether he is truly worthy of my slavery or not. I will take such a test of his that I will squeeze out every single drop of his manhood."

The time for the next day was fixed. Manoj and Deepak, who were wearing very simple and old clothes, reached Jiya's huge bungalow in a terrified and hesitant state. The glitz and glamour of the bungalow were mocking their poverty and helplessness. They went inside where Jiya's mother and father were already sitting. There was a strange, terrifying silence in the entire room. No one was talking to anyone. Manoj and Deepak sat on the sofa there, but their hearts were beating with an unknown fear. They felt as if they had come into the lair of some predator.

After a short while, the door of the bungalow opened and Jiya entered inside with two of her friends. There was a strange dominance and arrogance in Jiya's personality. Seeing her, Manoj and Deepak stood up in respect. Manoj thought that since it was a matter of marriage, perhaps he should show some courtesy. He bowed down and tried to do 'Namaste' to Jiya, but before his hands could join, a rustle occurred in the air. Jiya delivered a forceful kick straight to Manoj's balls with full power.

The pain was so terrifying that darkness appeared before Manoj's eyes. He collapsed right there on the ground and began to writhe in pain. Jiya shouted at him, "Scoundrel! How dare you sit on the sofa? You have come here to become my slave, not any husband of mine who sits on the sofa. You should remember that a slave's place is always below, near the shoes of his mistresses!" Her tone was so humiliating that every person present in the room stood stunned. Manoj was writhing below on the ground, and seeing his condition, Deepak could not contain himself. He stepped forward to lift his brother, but Jiya did not give him the chance.

Jiya delivered a powerful kick to Deepak and pressed Deepak's face down on the ground with her shoe. She started crushing Deepak's entire face with her shoe. "Scoundrels! Just because there was a talk of marrying you, you people forgot your worth? Remember, the worth of the male gender in this house is like a crawling insect under my feet!" Jiya was screaming and crushing Deepak's face under her shoe. She further said, "This is my father, that is why he is sitting above, otherwise no man in this house has the courage to sit equal to me. The worth of garbage like you will always remain right under these feet of mine."

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