Madam Avantika’s Slave: A College Femdom Story (Part-Three)

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The story had reached the final and deepest stage of its dark and shameful journey. A place where a man’s self-respect had been completely turned to ash, and upon those ashes, a woman’s ego was building its palace.

Amidst the cold AC air of the living room and the soft sound of the TV, Ravi was bent on the floor like a pet animal. His face was right near that transparent tub, and without using his hands, using only his tongue, he was drinking that golden liquid. Mixed in that liquid were the dirt from Madam Avantika’s feet, her sweat, her spit, and her sacred toilet. But for Ravi, this was the world’s most precious energy drink. He was lapping it up as if he had been thirsty for centuries.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa, Madam Avantika was watching him with a strange, cold gaze. Seeing a man fall so low, the "God Complex" within her was at its peak. An English movie was playing on the TV, but her attention was also somewhat on Ravi.

Then, Madam Avantika picked up a 'Center Fresh' chewing gum kept on the center table. She removed its wrapper with her beautiful, long nails. That small, white piece of chewing gum was in her fingers. She raised her hand to bring it near her lips... but suddenly stopped.

A very devilish and cruel smile appeared on her lips. She looked at the chewing gum, then looked at Ravi drinking the water on the floor below.

"No..." Avantika's voice echoed in the room. Hearing her voice, Ravi’s tongue stopped for a second, but he did not raise his head. "This chewing gum should be given to you."

Fearfully, Ravi raised his eyes. Avantika was showing him that chewing gum held between her two fingers.

"But you are busy drinking your nectar right now," Avantika said, making a mockery, a strange glint in her eyes. "Fine. I will keep this safely. I will give it to you when you leave... like a reward."

Ravi thought perhaps she would put the chewing gum back on the table. But no. Madam Avantika never did anything in a straightforward manner. She had to remind this slave of his status at every moment.

She took that chewing gum in her hand and leaned forward a little. She put her hand inside the side of her blue short skirt, straight behind her black lace underwear (backside).   Don't forget Visit our site daily to read this exclusive femdom story.

Ravi’s eyes went wide. He was watching what his Mistress was doing. Avantika tilted a little (leaned to one side), and she fitted that Center Fresh chewing gum between her ass cheeks. She lightly pressed her skirt from the outside so that the chewing gum would rub properly between her skin and underwear. After rubbing the chewing gum against her ass, she slid it down a bit more, right near her asshole, hiding it in that deep space between her ass cheeks.

This entire scene was so exotic, so dark, and so mind-bending for Ravi that his brain went numb. That chewing gum, which a few moments ago was a normal candy, had now received the touch of his Goddess’s most private and sacred part. It was no longer an ordinary chewing gum; it had become a 'precious thing' that Ravi was now going crazy to obtain.

Avantika took her hand out. She took a comfortable breath and sat back against the sofa again. She turned up the volume of the TV a little.

"Continue your work, dog," she commanded while looking at the TV.

Ravi bent back toward the tub, but this time his focus was on that chewing gum pressed between Madam Avantika’s ass cheeks.

But Avantika’s domination was not going to stop here. She had to drop Ravi’s status down one more level. She extended both her naked feet forward. Her feet came to rest straight on Ravi’s head.

Ravi’s head, which was bowed to the floor, had now become a footrest for Madam Avantika. The full weight of her feet was on Ravi’s head. One naked sole was pressing his right ear, and the other sole was at the back of his head.

"Don't move," Avantika ordered. "My feet are aching. This is your new job."

Ravi made his head as still as a stone. His head had become the footrest of a living woman. Below, his mouth was in that dirty liquid of the tub, he was drinking it with his tongue, and above, on his head, were the feet of the world’s most intelligent and arrogant woman. This was a visual that was a huge slap across the face of the male gender. And Ravi was enjoying this slap.

This continued for about 20 minutes. The movie on TV was at its climax. Ravi had finished almost half of the liquid in the tub.

Then, in that quiet room, a soft but clear sound came. Pffft.

Madam Avantika had farted.

She sat on the sofa completely at ease; her focus was on the TV. She showed no shame, no hesitation. For an ordinary person, this would be very shameful and strange, but Avantika knew that sitting before her was not a human, but just a worm. What shame in farting before a worm?

Within a few seconds, the smell of that fart filled the entire room. The AC air carried that smell straight to Ravi’s nose.

Any ordinary man would have turned his face away from this stench; perhaps he would have vomited. But Ravi? Ravi’s brain had been completely hypnotized. For him, any expensive scent, any French perfume, or any fragrant talc was trash compared to the smell of his Mistress’s fart. This smell was like a musky, natural, and divine fragrance to him.

Avantika farted again, a small one. Poot.

Now Ravi began to feel a strange, dark pleasure in this torture. On one hand, his Mistress’s sacred feet were blessing him by using his head as a 'footrest,' and on the other hand, while drinking that salty, spit, and toilet-filled golden nectar from the tub with his tongue... he was enjoying the scent of the gas (farts) released from his Goddess’s ass. This was absolute sensory domination. All his senses—Taste (tub water), Touch (feet on head), Smell (fart smell)—everything was under Madam Avantika’s control.

Now Avantika had stopped caring entirely. She had realized that this boy was even enjoying the smell of her farts. She changed her position slightly, sat spread out more comfortably, and this time released a very long and loud fart. Prrrrrrt.

The atmosphere of the room filled with that heavy, pungent smell. Ravi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling that smell into his lungs.

She continued to watch the movie on TV comfortably and kept farting in between without any hesitation. Every new fart was strengthening her ownership over Ravi’s brain.  Dive into the world of submission—read the number of  femdom story on our site.

Finally, the movie ended. Credits began to roll on the TV screen. At the end of the movie, Madam Avantika farted once more, the loudest and longest. Brrrraaap.

Ravi had also finished the last drop of the tub at that exact moment. The whole tub was clean. His tongue was dirty, but he had completed his task.

"Maybe... I should go poop," Avantika suddenly said and stood up.

As she stood up, that footrest blessing was removed from Ravi’s head. He fearfully raised his head. The tub was empty.

Avantika turned off the TV and looked at him. There was that same old mock in her eyes.

"Come, let me put your crown on a King like you," she said sarcastically. "Then I’ll go poop."

Saying this, she lifted her skirt and pulled down those black lace underwear, in which she had hidden the chewing gum and which carried the full smell and warmth of her farts... sliding them down her long, naked legs, they were now in her hands.

Ravi sat there on his knees, eyes wide, watching.

Avantika came near him. "Bow your head," she ordered.

Ravi bowed his head completely.

Avantika placed those underwear on his head. She made sure that the 'ass' side of the underwear (the part that was between her buttocks) was exactly toward Ravi’s face. Then she stretched that underwear downward, pulling it over Ravi’s entire face. The elastic was gripping Ravi’s head.

"Good," Avantika stepped back and began to laugh, looking at this foul art-piece. "Now you look exactly like the King of Boys! With your cheap and status-appropriate crown."

Saying this, she turned back and went toward her bathroom. The sound of the bathroom door locking was heard.

Ravi was left alone. He remained sitting in that posture, on his knees, with his head bowed. His Mistress’s discarded underwear was pulled over his face. The ass side of those underwear was covering his nose exactly. The body heat (warmth) of Avantika was still coming from the surface of that cloth, and most of all... a very strong, sharp, and heavy fragrance of her continuous farts was coming from that fabric.

Ravi was in darkness (because the underwear had also half-covered his eyes), but his breaths were very deep. He took a long sniff.

Ahhh...

His soul trembled. He brought a very greedy and strange thought into his mind.

"If only..." he muttered to himself like a madman. "If only this fragrance would settle in me forever. How good it would be if this became the fragrance of my own body. I would smell like my Goddess’s fart all the time... wherever I went, people would only get this divine smell. Wow."

Thinking this, Ravi also felt a little shame. He knew he was not worthy of this. He was being so greedy. How could a lowly slave dream of making his Mistress’s fragrance his own? His status was only to smell that fragrance from a distance and worship it.

Just then, the sounds coming from the bathroom broke his thoughts.

Clear sounds were now coming from Avantika’s bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet seat and the loud sound of her farts was coming even past the bathroom door. Pfrrt... plop.

She was releasing the waste of her body, and Ravi sat outside, wearing her panty on his face, listening to those sounds like music.

After a while, the sound of the flush did not come. Only the sound of the bathroom gate opening came.

"Ravi... Come here," Avantika’s commanding voice came.

Ravi slid the underwear up a bit over his eyes so he could see, but he did not remove the panty from his head. This was his crown. He crawled on the floor on his knees toward the bathroom door. It was exactly like a loyal dog walking.

Reaching the door, he looked inside.  Lose yourself in a dark femdom story right here on our website

Madam Avantika had risen from the toilet seat. She had adjusted her skirt. She was standing there, checking her nails.

"Come on, now quickly come inside and pick up your chewing gum," she said very coldly, gesturing toward the toilet bowl. "So that I can flush my poop. Because of you, I had to hold the flush."

Ravi went inside the bathroom. The entire atmosphere of the bathroom was filled with a very heavy, earthy, and pungent smell. This smell was not like an ordinary person's poop (according to Ravi); it was a 'refreshing scent' that had come from within a queen.

Ravi crawled right to the toilet bowl. He raised his head and looked inside that bowl.

Below in the water, there were three (3) large and solid logs of Madam Avantika’s poop. They were of a brilliant golden-brown color and looked like something precious against the white background of the bowl. From those 'valuable gold' logs came all that scent which was working to make the entire bathroom fragrant.

But the thing that was most shocking... was the Center Fresh chewing gum.

Right in the center of those 3 golden logs, the white chewing gum was lying on top of two logs. Surely when Avantika was pooping, the chewing gum that was held between her ass cheeks must have become loose, and along with the logs of her poop, it must have slipped and fallen into that pile of waste near the toilet bowl.

On one side a fresh, white chewing gum, and on the other side a human’s fresh, smelly poop. This combination would mess with anyone’s mind.

"Come on. Take your chewing gum," Avantika ordered, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. "I'm waiting."

Ravi had no option, and truth be told, he didn't want any option. He rose a bit higher on his knees. He again tied both his hands behind him (so that even by mistake his hands wouldn't touch the bowl). He put his head right inside the toilet bowl. His nose was only an inch away from that fresh poop. The heat and smell were hitting his face.

He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

That chewing gum was right in the center. To reach that chewing gum, Ravi would have to touch her golden poop with his tongue.

Ravi extended his tongue. He accidentally (or perhaps deliberately) touched the tip of his tongue to one fresh turd (poop log).

Avantika, who was standing behind watching, began to laugh loudly upon seeing this sight. Her laughter contained all the arrogance of female supremacy. A man in her toilet bowl, licking her fresh poop with his tongue just to get a chewing gum that she had deliberately hidden in her ass!

Ravi heard her laughter and his heart leapt. Very carefully, he moved his tongue to the side of that first turd. The chewing gum was stuck on the second turd and the brown color of the poop had gotten on it. Ravi angled his face a bit more, put his long tongue on that second turd, and successfully picked up (stuck) that brown-stained chewing gum.

He immediately pulled his head back and took that chewing gum inside his mouth.

As soon as it came into his mouth, the sweet mint taste of the chewing gum and the bitter, foul taste of Madam Avantika’s fresh poop mixed together. But for Ravi, this was the tastiest delicacy in the world.

"Good," Avantika said with a smile, getting much satisfaction from this obedience. "So now you’ve got your chewing gum too."

Saying this, she stepped forward and pressed the flush button.

Swoooshhhh.

A sharp flow of water came. In the blink of an eye, her three golden logs, that sacred waste, swirled in the water and were flushed away forever. The toilet bowl became white and clean again.

After flushing, Avantika turned around right there.

Ravi was still sitting on his knees with his head bowed. The panty was on his head, and the chewing gum was in his mouth. But out of fear and respect, he was not chewing it yet. He was just keeping it on his tongue.

Avantika was adjusting her skirt a bit. She was now standing with her back (ass) toward Ravi.

Ravi slowly raised his head and looked up.

Right in front of his eyes was Madam Avantika’s ass. Below the short skirt, because she had already removed her underwear, her naked, fair, and perfectly round thighs and the lower part of her ass were visible.

Ravi had seen a living woman’s—and that too his Mistress’s—naked ass so closely for the first time in his life. He had seen himself in the mirror many times; he remembered his masculine face. But Avantika’s ass... it was 1000 times more beautiful, sacred, and powerful than his own face. There was so much authority in that fleshy part that Ravi felt like banging his head right there.

He couldn't control himself. He moved his head a bit more forward and slowly placed his nose right near Madam Avantika’s naked thighs, just below her ass. He wanted to absorb that raw, fresh scent from the place where the golden logs had just emerged.

As soon as his nose came near her skin... Avantika farted again. Poot.

This fart blasted straight onto Ravi’s face, right near his nose.

This time Ravi smelled that fresh, warm fart from extremely close. His eyes rolled back. He was totally lost in thought... why doesn't the Goddess (Avantika) sell her farts in expensive perfume bottles in the market? Where in this world, in any Dior or Chanel, can one find such a fragrance? People would go crazy for this divine smell.

Avantika turned around and saw Ravi bowed there.

"Come on, since you are sitting with the chewing gum in your mouth," Avantika said in a cool tone, "it's obvious you should get some drink with it. Right?" Follow the journey of surrender—read  more  femdom story on our site

Ravi couldn't say anything, he just nodded his head while looking down.

Avantika turned toward the bathroom cabinet. She took out a small, transparent plastic empty bottle and handed it to Ravi.

"Now do one last job for me," Avantika instructed. "Wash my ass. And the water that falls down after washing my ass... fill it in this bottle. This is your takeaway gift."

Ravi’s hands began to tremble. This was out of joy.

He started moving his tongue and now he began to chew that chewing gum. The remaining taste of the poop and the flavor of the mint mixed and poured essence into his mouth. The chewing gum tasted extremely good.

He kept chewing it slowly. He picked up the bidet shower (hand shower). Avantika leaned forward a bit and spread her naked cheeks slightly.

Ravi started the water. He held the bottle right under her ass with his other hand. The flow of water fell on her ass. Ravi began to clean her ass with his fingers using his other free hand. His touch was very gentle. His fingers were touching her sacred skin; the remaining dirt, sweat, and micro-particles from there were dissolving in that water. That water, passing over her thighs, began to fall straight inside that empty bottle.

In just a few seconds, that bottle was filled with that sacred ass-water.

After washing her ass, Ravi turned off the tap. He took out that same handkerchief from his pocket with which he had earlier cleaned her feet. With great respect, he dried her ass by rubbing it with that handkerchief.

He carefully closed the bottle. He held the water inside the bottle against the light. In that water, very small, fine particles of Avantika’s poop were floating. Seeing this sight, tears came into Ravi’s eyes. He felt as if those floating poop particles... were exactly like him. Lowly, small, and insignificant. As if all those particles were his own family members, attaining salvation by floating in a Goddess’s water.

After everything was over, Avantika and Ravi came back to the living room.

In Ravi’s mouth was that chewing gum which he was constantly chewing. In his hand was that bottle. On his head was still that underwear. (He must have taken off the underwear and given it back to her, because she was going out).

He picked up his thick Maths book from the table and put it in his bag. Today he hadn't read a single letter from the book, but he had learned the greatest chapter of life.

He leaned forward, touched both of Madam Avantika’s feet—which were now wearing heels—with both his hands, and pressed them to his forehead. Avantika gave no blessing; she just looked at him with arrogance.

Ravi stood up silently and, without looking back, walked out of the apartment toward his home.

It was night. There was silence on the roads. A cold wind was blowing.

Ravi was walking alone toward his home. His tongue wouldn't stop along the way. He was continuously chewing that chewing gum and every 5 minutes he would open that bottle and take a sip from it. That ass-washed liquid in the bottle tasted more delicious and intoxicating to him than the most expensive whiskey in this world. Those small particles of poop floating inside that liquid would come and stick to his tongue, which, dissolving with the liquid, gave him a divine feeling and pleasure.

By the time he reached home, he had finished that entire bottle. He had licked it with his tongue down to the last drop.

Coming into his dark room, he did not turn on the light. He went straight to that wall where that large poster of Madam Avantika’s naked sole was hanging.

Without changing his clothes, he lay down on the floor right under that poster, in the shadow of her sole.

His eyes were closed. His jaw was moving constantly; he spent the whole night chewing that chewing gum, in which only a little mint and a lot of the taste of domination remained.

Every ounce of pride and every bit of self-respect of being a man had vanished from his mind. He was no longer a human, but a created slave.

All night in that darkness, he kept offering only one thanks in his mind. He had moved beyond considering her a woman. He was thanking God...

"Oh God..." he thought in his mind, while chewing that chewing gum and remembering the smell of that fart. "By creating GIRLS, and giving them such superior and divine power... you have, in a way, sent yourself into the lowly and useless lives of us BOYS. Girls are not humans, they are Goddesses. And men... men are created only to clean their shoes and drink their filth."

And with this extreme, dark, and absolute psychological surrender, Ravi’s strange and shameful night passed while chewing that gum, sinking forever into the darkness of a woman’s slavery.  Read more: femdom story on our website.