From Tenant to Slave: A Real-Life Style Femdom Story of Financial Control (Part-one)

Harsh’s life had taken a complete 180-degree turn. Two months ago, he was working at a small IT firm in Bhopal. His salary was decent, and he always paid his rent on time. His landlady, Tina, was a 35-year-old woman who lived alone because her husband worked abroad. Her husband was a software engineer in America and sent money home every month. Tina also ran her own boutique, but she rented out the ground floor for extra income. Harsh lived on the ground floor, while Tina occupied the upper portion.

After the pandemic, Harsh lost his job and struggled to find a new one. He couldn't pay the rent for the first month, and Tina gave him a warning: "Look Harsh, one month is fine, but don't let it happen again." Harsh agreed, but by the second month, he still hadn't managed to arrange the money. Job interviews were ongoing, but nothing was certain.

One evening, Harsh was sitting in his room when Tina knocked on the door. "Harsh, pay the rent." Harsh opened the door and began apologizing. "Ma'am, please, I'll pay as soon as I get a job. With interest."

Tina looked at him with anger and said, "Hey, if you don't have money, vacate the room. Why should I tolerate this?"

Harsh burst into tears, falling at her feet. "Ma'am, please don't do this. If you kick me out, where will I go? If I go for another room, I'll have to pay three months' advance. Please, as soon as I get the next job, I'll pay the rent with interest. "you read this femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com

Tina smiled and thought for a moment, then said, "Do one thing. Since my husband went abroad, I stopped keeping a home servant. There wasn't much work. But now you're at home all day, you have no job, and you aren't paying rent. So, do this: until you find a job, you will work as a servant in my house. This way, I can live a life of leisure."

Harsh was shocked. "Ma'am, how is that possible? I've never done work like this."

Tina screamed, "Then learn! This dog doesn't have money for rent, yet has the tastes of a nawab! Shut up, lock this room, and come up. From today, until you pay the rent, you will live there as my servant—my slave (gulam)."

Hearing that word, Harsh was stunned. He felt completely defeated. Tina turned off all the lights and said, "Come up to your home." And she walked away.

Harsh lived on the ground floor, and Tina lived above. Terrified, he went upstairs. Tina’s house was luxurious inside—marble flooring, expensive furniture, and AC everywhere. Harsh had only been upstairs a couple of times before and had always minded his own business.

Tina was eating pizza at the dining table. As soon as Harsh entered, Tina looked at him and said, "You've arrived, dog?"

Harsh was taken aback. "Tina ji, how can you speak like that? I will pay your rent, but these words..."

Tina, picking up a slice of pizza, said, "Hey, listen, this is how I address my slave servant. And listen, until you pay the full rent, you will remain my slave servant."

Harsh was completely shocked. He couldn't understand what was happening to him. Tina put another slice of pizza in her mouth and asked, "Want to eat?"

Harsh nodded. "Sit here." Harsh sat on a dining table chair.

Seeing this, Tina flew into a rage. She delivered a sharp slap. "Dog, do you think you have the status to sit on this chair? A slave never sits equal to the master. Sit on the floor!"

Harsh sat on the floor, weeping. Between sobs, he said, "Tina ji, you are not doing the right thing."

Tina grabbed Harsh’s ear and said, "Listen, as long as you are here, you will go by my rules. I don't want a single back-answer from you. And call me 'Mistress' (Malkin) or 'Madam.' Otherwise, I’ll pull the life out of you. Now tell me, do you understand?"

Harsh replied, "Yes Mistress, I understand."

"Good dog." After that, she got up from the table and threw the empty pizza box on the floor, which contained sauce packets and chili flake packets. "Look dog, this is the last slice left. You will get to eat from this only. Otherwise, you get nothing all night. So, request me properly to give this to you."

Harsh, sitting there crying, said, "Please Mistress, give me something to eat too."

Tina said, "No, there’s no fun in that. Perhaps if you hold my feet and rub your nose against them, something might happen."

Harsh was confused. Tina kicked Harsh’s chin with her foot and said, "Don't think, do it quickly. The slice is almost gone."

Harsh bowed down and rubbed his nose against Tina’s feet. "Please Mistress, give me pizza to eat."

Tina said, "Hmm, that wasn't fun enough."you read this femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com

Harsh rubbed his nose against Tina’s feet again. "Please Ma’am, give me food."

Tina said, "Hmm, that was better." As soon as Harsh moved his nose away, Tina spat her chewed pizza into the pizza box. "Here dog, eat. This is the only level of respect a dog like you deserves."

Harsh looked at Tina. "Ma’am, how can I eat this?"

Tina said, "Like dogs eat. Put both your hands behind your back, use only your tongue."

Harsh refused, "No, I can't eat this."

Tina delivered another slap. She grabbed his hair. "Didn't I just explain it to you, dog? You will neither refuse my orders nor do you have the status to talk back to me."

Pulling his hair hard, she spat forcefully onto his face. The spicy pizza saliva spread across Harsh’s eyes and his entire face. Then, she pushed his head down onto the empty packet where she had spat the chewed pizza and ordered him to eat while pressing his head down with her foot.

Tears wouldn't stop falling from Harsh's eyes. Forced, he ate Tina's chewed pizza. He felt like vomiting. He tried to move his head away, but Tina’s full weight was pressing down on him via her foot.

As soon as he finished eating the spat-out pizza, Tina chewed another piece and spat it into the packet. "Take it, dog, eat it well. This is the last of today. You won't get anything until morning after this."

Harsh bowed again and ate the spat-out pizza slice. Afterward, he sat there with a long face.

Tina taunted him, asking, "Is the dog still hungry? But the pizza is finished, baby. What to do now? Do one thing, there are these sauce and chili flake packets. Eat those. That will reduce your hunger a bit."

Harsh sat silently.

Tina shouted again, "Don't you understand the first time?"

Harsh tore open the sauce and chili flake packets. Tina then said, "Dog, you won't get to eat them directly like that. Pour the sauce on my toes, put chili flakes on top of it, and suck each toe properly so you remember your status."

Harsh refused, "No, I won't do this, Ma’am. I have eaten what came out of your mouth, but not this. This isn't possible. How can I lick your feet?"

Tina looked at him with rage. "Dog, don't you understand the first time? Don't give me back-talk." She spoke angrily and gave him a hard kick. "I’m explaining for the last time, don't dare refuse. Come on, start quickly."

Harsh tore the packets and poured them over Tina’s toes. After covering all the toes, Tina moved her sole forward. "On this too, dog, do it properly."

Then she ordered, "Spread chili flakes over all the sauce." He opened the flake packets and spread them over every bit of sauce. After spreading it all over her feet, Tina said, "Now, beg me properly to lick this. If you don't beg well, I’ll go wash these feet in the bathroom and make you lick the bathroom floor water to clean it."

Harsh looked at Tina with fearful eyes, joined his hands, and said, "Please Ma'am, allow this dog to eat this from your feet."

Tina patted Harsh’s head and said, "Good dog, come on, start. And there shouldn't be a single stain left. It should be completely clean. All the fingers, in between them, the whole sole, even the heels where the sauce has spread—clean it all."

Harsh began to lick. First, he licked the fingers. He tasted a rotten mix—the sourness of the sauce, the sting of the chili, and the saltiness of Tina’s foot sweat. Unwillingly, Harsh first licked all the fingers clean. He sucked each finger as if it were a lollipop. He felt disgusted doing all this, but he was helpless. you read this femdom story on www.indianfemdomstories.com

"Suck, dog, suck well. Your tongue must love the taste of the dirt from my feet, right? This is your status, remember that," Tina taunted, shoving her fingers into Harsh’s mouth.

Harsh’s eyes were moist, but he kept sucking silently. After one finger, the next. "Look, sauce is left in between here, suck again. You are a natural cleaner, dog, perfect for my feet."

After that, he licked Tina’s soles completely. The room's dust was on Tina’s soles, so he tasted that dust too. Weeping, Harsh licked and sucked both feet, the toes, the soles, and the heels until they shone.

Tina looked at her feet and said, "Wow dog, you are a very good cleaner. You’ve made my feet shine. Say thank you to your Mistress for feeding you such a good dish."

Harsh said, "Thank you, Mistress."

Tina grabbed Harsh’s ear, pulled it, and said, "Dog, whenever you say thank you, sorry, or ask for permission, you will rub your nose on my feet and keep your face against them. This is the last time I’m telling you, I won't tell you again. You need a lot of training."

Saying this, Tina went into the bedroom, and Harsh remained there on his knees.

A little later, Tina called out to Harsh. "Harsh, come inside, but don't you dare stand up. Come like a dog. That way you’ll remember you are a dog."

Harsh crawled in. It was his first time in Tina’s bedroom. It was fully furnished, with a king-size bed—luxury everywhere. Tina was now in her nightdress. She called Harsh to the bedside and said, "Listen dog, I will wake up at 9 AM every day now. I used to wake up at 8 because of housework. Now that you’ll do that work, I’ll wake up at 9. And if I can't wake up by 9, you will come and wake me by kissing and licking my soles. And I have a habit of bed tea as soon as I wake up, so remember that my bed tea should be ready by 9 AM. And before I wake up, the whole house should be swept and mopped—including my washroom and toilet seat."

Harsh, looking down, said, "Yes Mistress."

"And now, listen to where you will sleep. You don't have the status to sleep in this room. From today, you will sleep in my bathroom. That is your true place."

Harsh was shocked. He tried to say something, but he didn't have the courage to open his mouth. He quietly said "Yes Ma’am" and went towards the bathroom. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he was stunned. Tina’s bathroom was as large as Harsh’s entire ground-floor room. It had an attached toilet seat. Harsh made a spot and lay down on the washroom floor. A faint scent of freshness was in the air.

Just as he lay down, Tina entered the bathroom. "Dog, did you think I’d just let you sleep in this luxurious bathroom like that? You will remember your status here too."

All night, Harsh remained there on his knees. Tina lifted her nighty, lowered her panties, and began to urinate right there on the bathroom floor where Harsh was sleeping.

Harsh sat there watching all of this. A pungent smell hit his nose, but he didn't have the courage to cover it.

As soon as Tina finished, she wiped herself with a tissue. The tissue became soaked with Tina’s urine. She told Harsh to open his mouth and stuffed the tissue inside.

Before Harsh could do anything, Tina glared and said, "Don't you dare try to spit this out or take it out of your mouth, or remember, no one will be worse than me. And let this urine stay here on the floor. You will sleep here smelling it. Don't you dare flush it with water. My urine's smell will remind you of your status all night."

Saying this, Tina went out into the bedroom.

Where Harsh had earlier smelled a pleasant fragrance, the bathroom was now filled with the smell of Tina’s pee. He couldn't flush it even if he wanted to. He slept facing the wall in the corner.

During the night, whenever he turned over, his face would be right near Tina’s pee. The sharp smell would wake him up. Somehow, he made it through the night.