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

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The atmosphere of the college had completely changed for Ravi the next day. After the conversation in the parking lot yesterday, Ravi felt as if he were floating in the air. Even though Madam Avantika had told him to remain 'normal,' Ravi knew that she had not rejected his devotion.

The first class of the morning was Madam Avantika’s. Ravi sat on the very front bench, his eyes fixed on the door. Then, from the corridor came that familiar, heart-racing sound—Tak... Tak... Tak... Madam Avantika entered the class. Today she wore a sharp, burgundy-colored business suit with a black formal shirt underneath. And on her feet were black patent leather pointed stilettos. Seeing the shine of her heels and the pride in her gait, Ravi’s head involuntarily bowed slightly.

However, Avantika didn't spare a single glance toward Ravi. She gave the entire 45-minute lecture as if Ravi didn't even exist. She was completely professional. Ravi began to feel a bit restless. Had she really forgotten everything? Was what happened in the parking lot yesterday just a dream?

As soon as the lecture ended and all the students began to leave, Avantika was gathering her books.

"Mr. Ravi," came her cold and harsh voice. "Stay back."

Ravi’s steps froze right there. All the other students left. Now only the two of them were in the class.

Avantika closed her file and stared at Ravi. "I saw your assignment from yesterday," she said, throwing a notebook onto the table. "Disaster. You may have passed, but your basic knowledge is worse than a 5th-grade child. Yesterday, when you rubbed your nose in front of the class, I felt a little pity. But that doesn't mean I will let you fail in this class and ruin my 100% pass record."

Ravi picked up the notebook. It was covered in many crosses made with a red pen.

"Sorry Madam..." Ravi said softly.

"Sorry won't work," Avantika said, picking up her bag. "You won't be able to learn anything in this college environment. Your mind doesn't focus here. Come to my house today at exactly 5 o’clock. You need extra tuition; otherwise, my result will be ruined."

Ravi’s eyes went wide with shock. "To your... your house, Madam?"

Avantika took a visiting card out of her purse and placed it on the table. "The address is on this. And yes, exactly at 5 o’clock. If you are even a minute late, the door won't open. And remember, you are coming there only to study. I don't want any nonsense or drama from you. Understood?"

"Yes... Yes Madam," Ravi picked up the card as if someone had given him the key to heaven.

Without another word, Avantika walked out of the class, her stilettos clicking.

After college, Ravi reached home. Immediately upon arriving, he went straight to the kitchen. His throat was dry due to fear and tension. He drank plenty of cold water, but the thirst in his heart was not quenched. He went to his dark room, where that large poster of Madam Avantika’s sole was on the wall. Without even changing his clothes, he lay down on the floor right beneath the shadow of that printed sole and fell asleep. This sleep was not from exhaustion, but from the sorrow of being away from his Mistress.

Ravi’s eyes opened at exactly 4 o’clock in the evening. The weather outside had changed. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky and a cold, strong wind was blowing. Ravi got up immediately. This evening he had to go to Madam Avantika’s house for 'Remedial Physics & Maths.' For an average student, this might be tuition, but for Ravi, it was like presenting himself at the temple of his Goddess.

He bathed quickly. He wore his best dark blue jeans and a clean, tight black t-shirt. He set his hair properly and applied an expensive perfume. This wasn't to impress some girl; it was because a slave should present himself clean and tidy before his Mistress. He put his thick Maths and Physics books and a register into his bag and set off toward Madam Avantika’s house.

The wind kept hitting his face throughout the journey. He was thinking that as soon as the door opened today, he would fall straight at Madam Avantika’s feet. He would beg her that she should accept him as her permanent devotee and slave. But then the thought of her cold, angry eyes would cross his mind. What if she got angry? What if she banned his entry forever? Amidst this inner conflict, with a thumping heart, he arrived outside her posh, luxurious apartment.

The weather had worsened. Strong gusts of wind were shaking the trees. Ravi hesitantly rang the doorbell. Ding-Dong.

A few seconds of silence, and then the sound of the lock opening came. The door opened.

Madam Avantika stood in front of him. Seeing her, Ravi's breath caught. Today she hadn't worn her strict college saree or suit. She wore a jet-black silk top and a very short skirt of dark blue color. That skirt wasn't tight at all, but was of a strange flowy material. Her bare, fair, and long legs were right before Ravi’s eyes, and on her feet, even inside the house, were 4-inch pointed black stiletto heels.

The wind outside was very strong. As soon as the door opened, a sharp gust came inside, and with that flow of air, Madam Avantika’s short skirt fluttered in the air. For a few microseconds, the skirt flew up so high from the side that Ravi’s eyes went wide. He saw the sharp line of her black lace panty beneath that skirt. It was a sight that reminded Ravi that he was a man, and she was an extremely attractive, dominant woman. This glimpse was like dark magic to him, making his mind even more of a slave to her.

Avantika quickly pressed her skirt down with one hand, but there was no shame or nervousness on her face. Instead, there was a cold superiority.

"Come. Come inside," she said with a slight, arrogant smile. "The weather is very bad today. Such a strong wind is blowing outside."

Without saying a word, his gaze lowered, Ravi came inside. Her apartment was like a suite in a 5-star hotel. Everything was expensive; everything was perfect. Just like her. Ravi walked on tiptoe and sat on the large, soft leather sofa in the living room. The sofa was so comfortable that Ravi felt sitting there was beneath his status.

Avantika went toward the kitchen. The tak-tak-tak sound of her heels echoed in that quiet house like a hypnotic pendulum. After a while, she came back with two crystal glasses of water on a silver tray.

"Here, drink some water," she said, placing the tray on the table. Her voice had that same commanding tone from college. "Shall I make coffee? Or will Pepsi do?"

Ravi took the glass of water in his hand, but he didn't have the courage to drink it. This was the Goddess’s house; he had come here not as a guest, but as a slave.

"No, please Madam... Don't trouble yourself. I don't want anything." Ravi placed the glass back on the table.

Avantika looked at him with a strange gaze. "Ok. Then take out the chapter you made a failing record in, and which you have come to study."

Saying this, she turned and went back to the kitchen to put away the glass and tray. Her short skirt swayed as she walked, and Ravi's eyes were glued to the floor.

Ravi quickly opened his bag and took out the most difficult and longest chapter. He opened his blank register and placed it on the table in front of him. Visit our site to explore the latest chapters of this gripping femdom story.

Avantika returned. She picked up a pen and sat on the sofa cushion next to Ravi. As she sat, her skirt slid up a bit more. The bareness of her thighs and the scent of her expensive perfume were making Ravi lose his senses.

"Ok, so let's start," Avantika said, writing the name of the chapter at the top of the register in her flawless, beautiful cursive handwriting. Her nails were long and painted in a blood-red color.

Ravi couldn't help himself. He couldn't sit next to her on this comfortable sofa and study. It was against his new religion.

"Madam... ," Ravi said, hesitating badly. "I had a small request. Please don't mind."

Avantika didn't stop writing. Without looking at him, she asked with a cold expression, "Speak. What is it?"

She was writing the first complex theorem on the page.

"Ma'am... if you allow, can I please sit down on the floor... near your feet?" Ravi joined his hands, trembling. "Please. You are my Guru. You are a manifest Goddess. And I shouldn't sit on the sofa next to you. It is not my place. This sofa is for you. I am the dust of the earth; I will sit on the floor. Ok?"

Avantika’s pen stopped for a second. She turned her neck and looked at Ravi. There was no anger in her eyes, but a cold, dark amusement. As a woman, her ego was touching the sky. A young man was so helpless before her beauty and her brain that he considered sitting beside her a sin.

"Fine," Avantika said in a careless tone, focusing back on the register. "If you want to stay in your place, then sit. Anyway, that is your rightful place."

It was as if Ravi had found heaven. He was so happy that he immediately left the sofa and sat on the floor, right in front of Madam Avantika’s stiletto-heeled feet. The floor was cold, but his heart felt at peace. Now the angle of vision was such that her beautiful, bare feet and pointed heels were right in front of him.

Avantika began to teach. And in the next hour, what Ravi saw crushed his pride as a man completely.

Without opening any book, without any reference material, Avantika began to explain all the concepts of that difficult chapter by writing them down line by line. She was teaching in such a smooth and confident way as if she herself had invented all those equations and complex formulae.

In between, Ravi would ask the most difficult questions from the book to test her intelligence—questions on which even other professors in the college would get stuck. But Avantika? She would hear the question, smile for a moment, and then easily solve it mentally and explain it by writing it on paper. Even 10-12 page long mathematical derivations she explained effortlessly like a machine, without stopping or thinking.

But the limit was reached when a numerical problem came. A massive calculation was left at the end of the equation.

Ravi put his hand in his bag to take out his scientific calculator. "I will calculate it, Ma'am..."

"Let it be," Avantika stopped him.

She looked at the paper and while calculating, she wrote it down quickly without any hesitation and explained the answer.

Ravi took out his calculator and secretly typed it in. The exact same answer! Without a calculator!

Ravi’s eyes remained wide open. His status was turning to water before her. This woman was not human. She was an entity before whom the male race was a joke.

"Ma'am... tell me one thing," Ravi asked in a hypnotized state, looking at her feet.

"Hmm. What?" she said while writing the next formula, her attention still on the notebook.

"How... I mean, how are Girls so intelligent?" Ravi asked like a defeated soldier. "How does your brain work like this? We boys... we are nothing in IQ compared to you girls. Our brains are like they are in our knees."

Avantika put the pen on the table and crossed both her feet a bit forward so that her heels came closer to Ravi's face. She looked down at Ravi. There was a supreme, arrogant smile on her face.

"Yes, that's true," Avantika said with ease and full pride. "Girls are naturally much more intelligent and superior to boys. You men are just primitive. Your brains haven't even evolved properly. We women are ahead of you in every field, whether it's focus, intellect, or power."

She leaned forward, her cleavage slightly revealing, which was making Ravi even weaker. "But," Avantika taunted with a smile, "By learning from us, sitting at our feet, and copying us, you boys can at least borrow a little IQ, can't you? After all, even a dog learns a few tricks by watching its owner."

Ravi nodded his head. "You are right, Mistress."

"Come on, enough talk," Avantika slid the register and pen toward Ravi. "I will give you one last question to solve now. This is an ultimate brain-teaser. If you solve this correctly, I will grant you 1 Wish. Whatever you ask for, you will get. Ok?"

A current ran through Ravi. A Wish? Anything?

Avantika quickly wrote a strange and extremely complex equation, not on a board but on paper, and stood up.

"I'll be back in 10 minutes," she said, walking toward her bedroom. Her skirt from behind gave her hips a perfect, tantalizing shape.

Ravi was left alone. He tried to put all his focus on the question. He tried every formula. He tore at his hair. But his brain just wasn't working properly. Not a single step of the solution struck his primitive male brain. His gaze repeatedly went toward the bedroom door. He knew he had failed. He was proving that Avantika’s words were true—men are fools.

After a while, the bedroom door opened. Avantika returned. She immediately saw the dejected look on Ravi’s face.

"It didn't happen, right?" she asked in a mocking tone.

Ravi lowered his head in shame. I couldn't solve the question.

Avantika came back and sat on the sofa. She rudely snatched the register and pen from Ravi’s hand and started solving that complex equation without a second thought. The sound of her pen on the page sounded like a mocking song.

Ravi had now crossed the limit of desperation. He was crushed under the weight of this woman’s superiority, and he had started to love this weight.

"Ma'am... Mistress," Ravi asked softly, in a broken voice. "I failed... But please, can I still ask for my wish?"

While solving, without looking at him, Avantika said carelessly, "Oh. You want a reward even after failing? You boys' habit of begging will never go away. Fine, ask. What do you want? Want a doubt cleared?"

Ravi’s heart felt like it would break through his ribs. He took a deep breath and molded his darkest desire into words.

"Give me... give me your Charnamrit to drink."

Saying this, Ravi sat completely silent. He held his breath.

Avantika’s moving pen suddenly stopped. Silence fell. Only the sound of the wind blowing outside could be heard.

She slowly turned her neck down and looked at Ravi as if looking at a low and disgusting insect.

"What?" there was a cold mix of shock and disgust in her voice. "What nonsense are you talking? Now you want to drink my charnamrit (the water from washing her feet)?"

"Yes, Mistress," Ravi’s voice was no longer trembling. There was a blind madness in it. "If you are not angry... I want to drink it. Your knowledge flows from your feet." He joined his hands and rested his forehead on the ground.

"Are you serious, Ravi?" Avantika stared at him. Her breathing became slightly heavy. This was a limit of humiliation she had never even thought of. This boy had reduced his self-respect to absolute zero.

"Yes, please Goddess. Please Mistress. I beg you. Let me drink the dirt of your feet once. I beg of you," Ravi’s eyes filled with tears as he said this, and in that desperation, he moved forward and firmly gripped both of Madam Avantika’s bare feet, stilettos and all, in both his hands and began to kiss them.

Avantika remained sitting there. She didn't move her feet away. Her shock was slowly turning into an extremely dark, dominant, and cruel smile. A man sat at her feet begging for her charnamrit. Her ego was touching a new sky today.

Ravi sat on his knees on the floor, holding Madam Avantika’s bare feet in his hands and begging. By asking for 'Charnamrit,' he had crossed all boundaries of humiliation. Madam Avantika sat right there, looking at Ravi's wretched state. There was a strange glint in her eyes—to some extent disgust, but far more than that, a dangerous, cruel joy. A young man was crying to drink the dirt of her feet.

"Alright... alright," Madam Avantika finally broke her silence. There was a cold, commanding authority in her voice. "Stand up first."

She leaned back on her comfortable leather sofa, crossing one leg over the other. Her entire posture was like a queen giving an order to her slave. Discover the ultimate collection of power and worship in our femdom story section.

Ravi immediately rose from the floor. His legs were trembling.

"Go, bring a clean tub from my bathroom," she gestured toward the hallway with a finger.

Without wasting a second, Ravi went into her luxurious bathroom. There sat a small, transparent, and perfectly clean tub. He picked up that tub and filled it from the washbasin with perfectly clean, lukewarm water. His heart was beating so fast he could hear his own breath. He brought that tub into the living room and placed it with great respect exactly beneath Madam Avantika’s feet.

Without saying a word, like a queen, Avantika placed both her bare, beautiful feet into that water-filled tub. The water touched her fair feet and came up to her ankles.

Sitting on the floor, Ravi began to wash her feet with both his hands. His touch was as light as if he were touching a glass statue. He carefully cleaned her heels, and then gently rubbed both her soles in the water. All that dust from the corridor and the class, the grime that was on her soles, was now dissolving into that clean water. The color of the water became slightly cloudy.

While washing her feet, Ravi fearfully looked up toward Madam Avantika. She was looking at him steadily without any expression. There was a cold fire in her eyes. Ravi understood that at this moment, mixed feelings were running through her mind—she felt disgust, but the intoxication of her absolute power was going to her head.  Your next obsession is waiting. Read the femdom story on our site.

But Ravi was happy. He had been given the chance to wash the feet of his Goddess. After cleaning the feet, Ravi took out his perfectly clean, white handkerchief from his pocket and dried both her feet with great love. After that, he placed her clean feet on that expensive carpet, and leaning forward himself, he rubbed his nose on both those feet. This was his way of bowing down to her.

The cloudy, dirty water sitting below seemed like nothing less than nectar to Ravi. In that tub was the holy dust of his Mistress’s feet. He wanted to drink it as soon as possible so that his soul would find peace.

"Mistress," Ravi said in a muffled voice while keeping his head bowed to the floor, "Do you consider me worthy of this charnamrit and give me the golden opportunity to drink it?"

Avantika looked at that dirty water in the tub, then at Ravi’s bowed head. A cruel, vicious smile came to her lips.

"No," she said in a very blunt tone. "You don't seem worthy of it yet. Do not drink it."

Ravi’s heart sank. He felt she was angry, or perhaps she truly didn't want him to drink her charnamrit. Before he could say anything, Avantika stood up from the sofa and went into her bedroom without looking at him. The door closed behind her.

Ravi remained sitting on the floor near the tub. For about 10 minutes, no sound came from inside. Those 10 minutes were like hell for Ravi. He began to feel he had said something wrong, he had hurt his Mistress's heart. He began to feel angry at himself, but at the same time, his gaze repeatedly went to that tub. He wanted to drink that water at any cost.

After a while, the bedroom door opened. Avantika returned and sat back on the same sofa. Ravi looked up fearfully. In both her hands was a white tissue paper.

She picked up one tissue paper, and putting her hand inside that short, dark black top, she rubbed that tissue in her left armpit. Her body scent, her sweat, was absorbed into that tissue. Then she took the second tissue and calmly wiped her right armpit.

Ravi’s breath caught. He couldn't understand what she was going to do.

Avantika threw both those tissues, filled with sweat and grime, straight into the water of that tub. The tissues began to float on top of the water.

But the limit of humiliation did not end there. Avantika leaned forward, gathered saliva from her throat, and spat straight into that tub! Thooh.

That spit began to float on the surface of the water.

"What do you say?" Avantika asked Ravi, leaning back on the sofa and bringing an extremely arrogant and victorious smile to her face. "Now it has become worthy of you... or do you still not deserve its level?"

She was enjoying tearing the boy's self-respect into pieces. This was pure, dark Femdom domination.

Despite this supreme insult, there was a madness in Ravi's eyes. He was no longer a normal human.

"Mistress," Ravi said, pressing his head completely to the floor, "I never deserve anything before you. Every drop of your body will always remain many levels higher than me."

"Meaning... you still aren't worthy of it. Fine," Avantika said softly, with some sinister intention.

For the next approximately 3 minutes, she stood there still by her sofa. There was a deathly silence in the room. Nearby sat that tub in which the grime of her feet, the sweat of her armpits, and her spit were mixed, and 2 tissue papers were floating in it like boats. Right next to the tub, Ravi sat with his head bowed to the floor before her.

Ravi felt that now his status had been shown, now he should quickly drink this charnamrit and leave before the Mistress got even angrier.

But then, what happened blew all the fuses in Ravi's brain.

After those 3 minutes of silence, Avantika put her hand under her blue short skirt, took off her black lace underwear (panty), and casually threw it on the sofa.

Ravi didn't have the courage to lift his gaze and look toward her. Although she was wearing a skirt, the mere realization of that nakedness made Ravi tremble. His status was to look at the ground, and he kept looking toward the floor.

Avantika walked over and stood right over that tub. Both her bare feet were on either side of the tub. She lifted her skirt with both hands, and began to pee right inside that tub!

Shhhhhh...

In the silence of that room, the sound of that liquid falling was so clear that Ravi’s mind went numb. He sat with his head bowed looking toward the floor, but he could see everything through his peripheral vision. He saw how his Goddess was standing and doing her golden toilet into that tub. Drops of her warm, golden liquid fell into the tub's water, creating small bubbles, and now giving that foot-washed, spit-filled water a light golden color. There could be no greater, more exotic, and disgusting way for a woman to show her authority and a man’s helplessness. Ravi watched the last breath of his masculinity drown in that tub.

When she was completely lightened, she took a sigh of relief. She put her underwear back on and adjusted her skirt.

Ravi now looked fearfully toward that tub. His mind had become completely corrupt. The water in the tub was now giving a light golden shine, and it didn't seem disgusting to Ravi, but extremely beautiful. He had gone mad. He wanted to drink that tub even more intensely. In that light gold liquid, those tissue papers were floating like two boats. To Ravi’s sick mind, that tub looked as beautiful as some natural and holy scenery created by his Goddess.

Avantika went back and sat comfortably on the sofa. She picked up the remote from the side table and casually turned on the TV, as if what just happened meant nothing to her.

"Now you can drink it," she said, looking at the TV screen, changing channels. Her voice had that same careless, dominant tone.

Ravi moved forward and slid that tub right in front of Madam Avantika’s bare feet. And he himself sat bowing on his knees on the floor right in front of that tub. In his eyes was the glint of a defeated but fully devoted slave.

"Mistress," Ravi said in a begging voice while leaning over the tub, "Perhaps I am not worthy to touch this liquid with my dirty hands... I will lean down and drink it straight with my tongue."

Avantika looked away from the TV and saw that insect fallen on the ground. A smirk appeared on her lips.

"You mean... the way a pet dog drinks water from a bowl on the ground with its tongue?" she asked, showing Ravi his absolute status.

"Yes, Mistress," Ravi said, bowing his head even further without any shame. "I am not even worthy to be your pet dog... but I will drink this holy liquid with my tongue. I am just a dog of your footsteps."

Avantika began looking back at the TV, her face now bearing a permanent arrogant smile.

Ravi tied both his hands behind his back, so that his hands would not accidentally touch that holy tub. He brought his face right near the surface of that liquid. In that light golden liquid, he could clearly see his own reflection—a defeated, humiliated man. But now it didn't matter to him. That nectar in the tub was transparent and was shining brightly in the yellow light of that apartment.

Ravi opened his mouth and put out his tongue. He touched the surface of that liquid with his tongue exactly the way a thirsty dog drinks water. Lapp...

A few drops of that liquid touched his tongue, and he swallowed the first small sip down his throat.

The taste of that liquid... to Ravi’s mind-controlled brain, felt so incredibly good that it could not be compared to any ordinary water or nectar of this world. Salty, musky, and pungent. And why wouldn't it be? In that liquid was the dust of Madam Avantika’s feet, the sweat of her armpits, the spit of her throat, and above all... her holy golden toilet (urine). With every sip, Ravi was killing his humanity and fully embracing the life of a slave.  Satisfy your craving for psychological dominance with this femdom story online.

Madam Avantika sat comfortably cross-legged on the sofa, busy watching the news channel. Her stiletto-heeled shoes lay on the carpet near her. And right by her feet, in her shadow, Ravi was leaning on the ground, without using his hands, drinking that golden liquid from that tub continuously with his tongue like a loyal dog. Lapp... Lapp... Lapp... Only the sound of this echoed in the room, which was the evidence of his absolute defeat and Avantika’s ultimate, dark victory.