Rohan ki corporate life tabah ho jati hai jab uski boss Mansi usey apna ghulaam bana leti hai. Dekhiye Indian Femdom ki ye ek dardbhari aur shocking dastaan.Kya Rohan is Indian Femdom nightmare se kabhi nikal payega ya Mansi usey puri tarah kuchal degi? Padhiye ye intense Indian Femdom Story

Mansi ne corporate power ka istemal karke Rohan ko apne pairon ki dhool bana diya, jahan har mod par usey zillat ka samna karna padta hai. Ye kahani Indian Femdom ke us dark side ko dikhati hai jahan ek majboor employee apni boss ka ghulaam banne par majboor ho jata hai.

Rohan ki zindagi ek aise mod par thi jahan har taraf se deewarein usey gher rahi thi. 28 saal ka wo ladka, jo kabhi sapne lekar is multinational company mein aaya tha, ab sirf ek thaka hua purza ban kar reh gaya tha. Corporate machine usey har din thoda-thoda karke pees rahi thi. 10-12 ghante ki shifts, Excel sheets ka jaal, aur wo kabhi na khatam hone wala data ka bojh. Uska mansik santulan bigad raha tha, aur pichle 6 mahino mein uska performance ek gahri khaai mein gir chuka tha.

Har meeting mein Rohan ka chup rehna, reports mein chhoti-chhoti magar badi galtiyan karna, aur presentations ke waqt uski zabaan ka ladkhadana—ye sab uski nakamyabi ke nishaan ban chuke thhe. Par in sabse zyada khauf usey apni manager, Mansi, se lagta tha.

Mansi: The Iron Lady

Mansi sirf ek boss nahi thi; wo ek dahshat ka dusra naam thi. 35 saal ki umar mein usne wo muqaam haasil kiya tha jahan bade-bade mard uske saamne nazrein uthane se darte thhe. Uski entry hamesha dhamakedar hoti thi. Uske mehange, tight business suits uski body par kisi armor ki tarah lagte thhe. High heels ki wo 'click-click' awaaz pure floor par sannata pheila deti thi. Uske chehre par hamesha ek cold, calculated expression rehta tha, aur uski dark lipstick uski personality ko aur bhi zyada intimidating bana deti thi.

Ghar par bhi Rohan ki halat patli thi. Maa ki diabetes ki mehangi dawaiyan, ghar ka kiraya, aur purane karz ka bojh uske kandhon ko jhuka raha tha. Wo akela kamaane wala tha, aur uski naukri hi uski maa ki saansein thi.

Ek dopahar, jab Rohan thaki hui aankhon se screen ko ghoor raha tha, tabhi ek email notification ne uska dil dehla diya.You explore this gripping Indian Femdom tale on [www.indianfemdomstories.com].

Rohan ne thak-thakaate haathon se email khola. Har shabd uske liye maut ke farmaan jaisa tha. Usmein saaf likha tha ki uski galtiyan ab bardasht ke bahar hain aur agar turant sudhaar nahi hua, to usey terminate (naukri se nikal) kar diya jayega. Uske pet mein ek ajeeb si thandak aur ghabraat hone lagi. "Agar ye job gayi, to maa ka kya hoga?" ye sawal usey andar hi andar khaa raha tha.

Wo desperation mein utha aur Mansi ke glass cabin ki taraf badha. Usne dekha ki Mansi apne laptop par kuch type kar rahi hai, uska dhyan puri tarah kaam par tha. Rohan ne himmat juta kar darwaze par knock kiya.

"Ma'am... good afternoon. Wo, mujhe is email ke baare mein baat karni thi..." Rohan ki awaaz itni dheemi thi ki mushkil se sunai de rahi thi.

Mansi ne dhire se apna sar uthaya. Usne apne chashme ko neeche kiya aur apni cold, tez aankhon se Rohan ko pairon se lekar sar tak aise dekha jaise wo koi keeda ho. "Haan Rohan, baitho. Kya problem hai?" usne bina kisi smile ke kaha, par uski awaaz mein wo dhaar thi jo kisi ko bhi kaat de.

Rohan wahan khada raha, uski taangein thar-thara rahi thi. "Ma'am, please... mujhe ek aakhri mauka de dijiye. Main jaanta hoon mujhse bahut galtiyan hui hain. Meri maa bahut bimar hain, usi wajah se thoda distract ho gaya tha. Par main wada karta hoon, main overtime karunga, main sab theek kar dunga."

Mansi dhire se apni chair par peeche ki taraf jhuki aur apni baahein (arms) cross kar li. Uske chehre par ek aisi smirk aayi jo dard dene wali thi.

"Overtime? Really, Rohan?" Mansi ne ek lambi saans li aur phir hasi, par us hasi mein koi garmi nahi thi. "Tumhe lagta hai company ek charity hai? Tumhari personal life, tumhari maa ki bimari—ye sab mere liye kachre ke barabar hai. Hum yahan results ke liye paise dete hain, tumhare rone-dhone ke liye nahi."

Usne apne table par rakhi ek file ko z जोर se patka. "Tumhe pata hai tumhari aukat kya hai is office mein? Tum ek 'dead weight' ho. Ek aisa bojh jise mujhe kab ka kachre ke dibbe mein phek dena chahiye tha. Tumhari reports dekh kar lagta hai jaise kisi anpadh ne data bhara ho. Kya tum itne hi nikamme ho, Rohan?"

Rohan ne nazrein neeche kar li, "Sorry ma'am... please..."

"Nazrein upar karo jab main baat kar rahi hoon!" Mansi ki awaaz poore cabin mein goonji. Rohan ne turant darr ke maare upar dekha. Mansi ki aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dominance tha.

"Tum jaise log sirf pairon ki dhool banne ke layak ho," Mansi ne apni high heels wali ek taang dusri par rakhi aur chair ko thoda ghumaya. "Tumhe lagta hai tum mard ho? Ek mard jo apni job nahi sambhal sakta, jo ek aurat ke saamne khada hokar bheek maang raha hai? Tumhari halat dekh kar mujhe ghin aati hai. Look at you—pasine se lathpath, kaanpte hue haath. Tum ek loser ho, Rohan. A certified, pathetic loser."

Rohan ki aankhon mein aansu thhe, par wo unhe rok raha tha. Mansi ko ye dekh kar aur bhi maza aa raha tha. Usne apni dark lipstick wale honthon ko thoda sikoda aur kaha, "Pata hai, main chahoon to abhi isi waqt Security ko bula kar tumhe dhakke dekar bahar nikalwa sakti hoon. Imagine karo, tumhari maa ko kaisa lagega jab unka 'laadla beta' berozgar hokar ghar lautega kyunki wo itna bewakoof tha ki ek report tak dhang se nahi bana saka?"

Rohan toot chuka tha. "Ma'am, please... jo aap kahengi main wo karunga. Just don't fire me."

Mansi ki smirk aur gehri ho gayi. "Jo main kahungi wo karoge? Kya tumhare paas itni bhi self-respect nahi bachi? Oh, wait... tumhare paas to self-respect hone ka sawal hi nahi uthta. Tum to mere liye sirf ek machine ke purze ho, aur wo bhi ek kharab purza. Tumhe lagta hai tum mere standard ke barabar ho? Tum mere joote ke neeche lagne wali mitti ke barabar bhi nahi ho."

Usne thoda aage jhuk kar Rohan ki aankhon mein aankhein daali. "Tumhe pata hai, mujhe tum jaise kamzor logon ko crush karne mein bahut sukoon milta hai. Tumhari aukat meri heels ke neeche dabne ki hai. Jab main floor par chalti hoon aur tum darr ke maare apna sar jhukate ho, tab mujhe ehsas hota hai ki tum kitne chhote ho. Tumhari har galti, tumhara har darr, mujhe ye dikhata hai ki tum mere ghulaam banne ke hi layak ho."

Rohan bilkul khamosh ho gaya tha, uska jism Mansi ke words ki maar jhel raha tha. Mansi ne continue kiya, "Agar naukri chahiye, to tumhe ye yaad rakhna hoga ki tum yahan ek insaan nahi, sirf ek naukar ho. Mere commands par nachne wale ek puppet. Main tumhe terminate nahi karungi, par badle mein main tumhari har ek boond nichod lungi. Tumhe har din ye ehsas dilaungi ki tum kitne useless ho. Kya tum taiyar ho mere saamne roz ghutne tekne ke liye?"

Rohan ne dabi hui awaaz mein kaha, "Ji ma'am... main taiyar hoon."

Mansi ne ek gehri, satisfied saans li. "Good. Ab jao yahan se aur wo reports dobara banao. Aur yaad rakhna, agali baar agar tumhari zabaan ladkhadai ya kaam mein galti hui, to main tumhe itna neecha dikhaungi ki tum khud apna chehra aaine mein dekhne layak nahi rahoge. Now, get out of my sight, you pathetic excuse of a man."

Rohan cabin se bahar nikla, par wo wo ladka nahi tha jo andar gaya tha. Uska garv, uski mardangi, sab us cabin ki glass walls ke andar Mansi ki heels ke neeche kuchal diye gaye thhe. Usey pata tha ki ab har din usey isi tarah ki zillat (humiliation) jhelni hogi, par uske paas koi raasta nahi tha.

Mansi cabin ke andar baithi muskura rahi thi, kyunki usne ek aur shikaar ko puri tarah apne kabze mein kar liya tha

Rohan ke kaano mein Mansi ke shabd kisi garam lohe ki tarah chub rahe thhe. Uska dimaag sunn ho gaya tha. Cabin ki thandi hawa mein Mansi ki mehangi perfume ki khushbu aur uske alfaazon ki zehrili garmi ghuli hui thi. Rohan ne kabhi sapne mein bhi nahi socha tha ki corporate world ka rasta itni gehri zillat (humiliation) ki galiyon se guzrega. Wo ye beth kr soch kar tut rha tha tabhi Mansi se uso wapis cabin me bulya uske baad

Mansi ne apni chair ko thoda ghumaya, uske chehre par ek aisi vijayi muskaan thi jo kisi shikaari ke chehre par apne shikaar ko jaal mein phansa dekh kar aati hai.

"Theek hai Rohan," Mansi ne apni awaaz ko thoda dheema par aur zyada khatarnak banate hue kaha. "Sunlo, main agle weekend Goa ja rahi hoon. Thoda relax karne, thoda kaam se door rehne. Lekin ek problem hai—meri personal maid chutti par hai. Aur mujhe akele rehne ki aadat nahi hai. Mujhe koi aisa chahiye jo hamesha mere paas rahe, jo mere bags carry kare, hotel mein meri har choti-badi service kare... bina kisi sawaal ke. Bilkul ek paltoo janwar ki tarah."

Rohan thoda confuse hua, usne haklaate hue pucha, "Ma'am... aapka matlab... jaise personal assistant? Schedule manage karna aur...?"

Mansi ki ek buland aur dominating hansi pure cabin mein goonji. Wo hansi Rohan ko apni aukat yaad dila rahi thi. "Assistant? Rohan, tumhari itni aukat nahi hai ki tum mere assistant bano. Assistant dimaag wale log hote hain. Mujhe ek servant chahiye. Mera personal ghulaam. Samjhe?"

Usne apni ek ungli Rohan ki taraf uthayi, "Wahan tumhara kaam Excel sheets bharna nahi hoga. Wahan tumhara kaam hoga mere joote saaf karna, mere thake hue pair dabana, mere kapde press karna, aur jab main thak jaun to mere samne ghutne tek kar khade rehna. Jo main kahun, wahi tumhara kanoon hoga. Agar pure weekend mein tumne meri aisi seva ki ki main satisfied ho gayi... to tumhara ye termination letter raddi ki tokri mein jayega. Tumhari job safe ho jayegi. Lekin..."

Mansi ne thoda aage jhuk kar uski aankhon mein dekha, "Agar tumne ek bhi galti ki, ya tumne zara sa bhi nakhra dikhaya, to Monday subah tum is office ki dehleej ke andar kadam nahi rakhoge. You will be fired, and I will make sure tumhe puri industry mein kahin naukri na mile."

Rohan ka gala sookh chuka tha. Uske saamne do raaste thhe—ek taraf uski mardangi aur self-respect thi, aur dusri taraf uski maa ki dawaiyan, ghar ka kiraya aur uska career. Usne apne bhiche hue hathon ko dekha. Ek pal ke liye use laga ki wo mana kar de, par Mansi ki cold aankhon ne use ye ehsas dila diya ki wo ek haara hua insaan hai.

"Yes Ma'am..." Rohan ne apna sar jhuka liya, uski awaaz itni dheemi thi ki mushkil se sunai de rahi thi. "Main... main aaunga. Jo aap kahengi wo karunga."Mansi ke chehre par ek gehri, shaitani chamak aayi. Wo apni jagah se uthi aur dhire-dhire chalkar Rohan ke paas aayi. Uski heels ki 'click-click' awaaz Rohan ke dil ki dhadkan ke saath match kar rahi thi. Jab wo uske bilkul kareeb aayi, to Rohan ne dekha ki wo lambi heels mein usse bhi zyada powerful aur towering lag rahi thi.

Mansi ne apna haath uthaya aur Rohan ke baalon mein apni ungliyan pheri, bilkul waise hi jaise koi kisi pet dog ko thapthapata hai. "Good boy," usne bade pyaar se kaha, par us pyaar mein darr bhara tha. "Mujhe pata tha tum samajhdar ho. Akhir ek kutte ko pata hota hai ki uska maalik kaun hai."

Usne apna haath hataya aur wapas apne desk ki taraf mud gayi. "Friday evening, sharp 5 baje mere penthouse pahonch jana. Aur suno, pack very light. Tumhe wahan apne kapdon ki zyada zaroorat nahi padegi, kyunki tum wahan dikhne ke liye nahi, kaam karne ke liye ho. Mere servant ko stylish lagne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Aur Rohan... ek minute bhi late hua, to deal khatam. Samjhe?"

"Ji ma'am... 5 baje," Rohan ne kaha aur ulte kadmon cabin se bahar nikal gaya.

Bahar nikalte hi floor par baaki employees usey dekh rahe thhe, par Rohan ki himmat nahi thi kisi se nazrein milane ki. Wo sidha apne desk par gaya, apna saaman sameta aur nikal gaya.

Us raat Rohan ko ek pal ke liye bhi neend nahi aayi. Uske dimaag mein Mansi ki wo smirk aur wo 'Good boy' baar-baar gunj raha tha. Wo soch raha tha ki kya wo waqai itna gir gaya hai? Ek mard hokar wo ek aurat ka ghulaam banne ja raha tha? Par har baar jab wo inkaar karne ka sochta, usey apni maa ka chehra yaad aa jata jo beemari mein bhi muskura kar kehti thi, "Beta, tu hai to mujhe koi chinta nahi."

Rohan ko lag raha tha jaise wo kisi gehre daldal mein dhas raha hai. "Personal servant... pair dabana... saaf safai..." ye shabd uske dimaag mein hathode ki tarah baj rahe thhe. Usne socha ki Goa mein kya hoga? Log kya sochenge? Par Mansi ne kaha tha—*discreetly*. Wo usey sabke saamne nahi, balki apni private service ke liye le ja rahi thi.

Wo pura din sharam aur darr ke beech jhoolta raha. Usne apne purane, sade hue kapde ek chhote se bag mein daale. Mansi ne kaha tha "kapdon ki zaroorat kam padegi"—is sentence ne uske andar ek ajeeb si ghabrahat paida kar di thi. Kya wo usey wahan nanga rakhegi? Ya phir kuch aur?

Friday ki shaam 4:45 baje tak Rohan, Mansi ke posh penthouse ke bahar khada tha. Uski hatheliyan pasine se bheeg rahi thi. Penthouse ka darwaza bahut bada aur bhari tha. Theek 5 bajne mein do minute baaki thhe jab usne bell bajayi. "Dive deeper into the world of Indian Femdom by reading the complete stories on our website"

Darwaza khula aur Mansi wahan khadi thi. Wo office ke suit mein nahi thi, balki ek silk ki maroon dressing gown mein thi jo kaafi short thi. Uske baal khule thhe aur uske haath mein wine ka ek glass tha. Uski aankhon mein wahi purani dominating chamak thi.

"Punctual ho. At least ek cheez to tumne sahi ki," Mansi ne usey andar aane ka ishara kiya.

Andar ka nazaara dekh kar Rohan dang reh gaya. Har cheez mehangi, luxurious aur thandi thi. Mansi ne wine ka ek sip liya aur sofa par thoda phail kar baith gayi, apne lambe aur chamakdar pairon ko table par tika diya.

"Ab khade-khade mera munh kya dekh rahe ho?" Mansi ne sakhti se kaha. . Tumhari training abhi isi waqt se shuru hoti hai. Yaad rakhna Rohan, Goa ki flight abhi thodi der se he

Mansi ne uski taraf dekh kar ishara kiya. "Yahan, neeche... mere pairon ke paas baitho."

Rohan thoda thithka. "Ma'am...?"

"Maine kaha neeche baitho!" Mansi ki awaaz itni tez thi ki Rohan turant farsh (floor) par ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Mansi ne apna ek pair uske ghutne par rakha. "Mere pair thak gaye hain. Dabao inhe. Aur dhyan rahe, agar tumne zara sa bhi dard diya, to main tumhe abhi isi penthouse se bahar dhakke dekar nikal dungi."

Rohan ne kanpte hue haathon se Mansi ke naram magar thande pairon ko chhua. Usey itni sharam aa rahi thi ki uska chehra laal ho gaya tha. Ek junior analyst, jo bade-bade financial models banata tha, ab apni boss ke pairon ki malish kar raha tha.

"Halke haath se, bewakoof," Mansi ne usey daanta. "Tumhe itna bhi nahi aata? Tumhari aukat waqai sirf ek naukar ki hai. Jitna zyada tum mere saamne jhukoge, utna hi tumhari naukri ke liye accha hoga. Kya tumhe maza aa raha hai, Rohan? Ek powerful aurat ke kadmon mein baith kar?"

Rohan ne kuch nahi kaha, bas apna sar jhukaye rakha.

"Bolo!" Mansi ne uske baal pakad kar uska sar thoda upar uthaya. "Bolo, 'Ma'am, main aapka naukar hoon'."

Rohan ki aankhon mein aansu aa gaye, par usne ghunt bhara aur kaha, "Ma'am... main aapka naukar hoon."

Mansi ne has kar uske baal chhode. "Very good. Ye weekend bahut lamba hone wala hai, Rohan. Goa mein tumhare liye bahut saare kaam hain. Abhi to ye sirf shuruat hai

Thodi der bad flight ka time ho jaata he usse order deti he sun be Ye heavy suitcases uthao, car mein load karo."

Aur dhyan se, ek bhi scratch nahi aana chahiye car par," Mansi ne chashma lagate hue kaha. Usne aaj ek chhota sa silk dress pehna tha aur wahi signature high heels.

Rohan ne jaise hi pehla suitcase uthaya, uski kamar mein ek dard ki leher uthi. Suitcases itne bhari thhe jaise unmein patthar bhare hon. Dusra, phir teesra—Rohan ka sharir pasine se lathpath ho gaya, saans phoolne lagi. Mansi door khadi apne phone par kisi se baat kar rahi thi, beech-beech mein Rohan ki bebas halat dekh kar ek tanz bhari (mocking) muskan de rahi thi.

"Jaldi karo, mere paas tumhare liye poora din nahi hai. Itne dheere chaloge to flights miss ho jayegi," usne chilla kar kaha.

Car mein baithte waqt Mansi ne aage ki seat li, driver ke bagal mein, taaki wo command de sake. Rohan ko peeche baithne ka order mila, par sukoon se nahi—balki un bache hue bags ke beech squeeze hokar. Pura rasta Rohan ko ek kachre ke dibbe ki tarah mahsoos ho raha tha.

Airport pahunchte hi Mansi ne apni Business Class ticket nikaali. Rohan ne ummeed ki thi ki shayad safar mein thodi izzat milegi, par Mansi ne uske haath mein Economy ki sabse aakhri row wali ticket thama di.

"Tumhari aukat last row wali hai, Rohan. Wahan baith kar apni nakamyabi ke baare mein socho," Mansi ne cold voice mein kaha aur VIP lounge ki taraf badh gayi, Rohan ko un bhari bags ke saath trolley dhakelte hue chhod kar.

Flight ke andar, Mansi aage Business Class mein champagne ki chuskiyan le rahi thi, jabki Rohan piche ki tang seat par do bhari-bharkam musafiron ke beech phansa hua tha. Uski peeth dard kar rahi thi aur dimaag mein Mansi ke kahe hue shabd kaanton ki tarah chubh rahe thhe.

Achanak uske phone par ek text chamka: "Business class aao abhi. Right now!"

Rohan utha aur ghabrate hue aage ki taraf badha. Jaise hi usne business class ka parda (curtain) hatane ki koshish ki, ek air hostess ne usey rok diya. "Sir, you are not allowed here."

Mansi ne wahi se apni champagne glass niche rakhi aur ek authoritative awaaz mein kaha, "It's okay, he is with me. My personal aide."

Air hostess ne Rohan ko ek ajeeb nazariya se dekha—ek aisa nazar jo kisi naukar ko dekha jata hai. Rohan ka sar sharam se jhuk gaya.

"Yahan aao, Rohan," Mansi ne apni finger se neeche carpet ki taraf ishara kiya. "Neeche baitho. Kneel down yahin carpet par." "You can discover more chapters of this gripping indian femdom tale on our website"

Rohan ke hosh udd gaye. Business class mein 10-12 log baith thhe—corporate tycoons, ameer families, sab wahan maujood thhe. "Ma'am... yahan? Sab dekh rahe hain," Rohan ne fusfusate hue kaha.

"Maine sawal nahi kiya, order diya hai," Mansi ki aankhon mein wo shaitani chamak thi. "Ghutno par baitho aur mere thake hue pairon ki massage karo. Properly, hard."

Rohan ke paas koi chara nahi tha. Wo dhire-dhire wahi carpet par ghutno ke bal baith gaya. Mansi ne apne pair thode aage badhaye. Rohan ne kampte haathon se uske shoulders ko dabana shuru kiya aur phir uske pairon ki taraf badha.

Mansi ne apni awaaz thodi loud ki taaki aas-pass ke log sun sakein. "Ahh yes, thoda aur zor se Rohan. Office mein itna lazy kaam karte ho, yahan itna effort kyun? Lagta hai tum jaise nichle darje ke logon ko kaam karwane ke liye motivation chahiye hoti hai... jaise ki ye—public mein ghutno par jhukna."

Paas baithe ek buzurg uncle ne ek shararat bhari smile di, jabki ek sophisticated lady ne Rohan ko bahut hi 'disgusted' look diya, jaise wo koi ganda kida ho. Rohan ka chehra tamatar ki tarah laal ho chuka tha. Uski aatma cheekh rahi thi, par uske haath Mansi ki thakan mitaane mein lage thhe. Har ek second usey sadiyon jaisa lag raha tha.

, tabhi ek air hostess wahan aayi. Uska naam Pooja tha. Usne thoda hichkichate hue kaha, "Excuse me, Ma'am... sorry, par ye allow nahi hai. Passengers ko aisle mein is tarah baithne ki ijazat nahi hai."

Mansi ne bade sukoon se apni purse se kuch bade notes nikaale aur Pooja ki taraf badhaye. Uski aankhon mein wahi purani shaitani chamak thi. "Kyun tension leti ho? Ye thode se paise rakho aur ignore karo." Mansi ne ek tanz bhari hasi ke saath Rohan ki taraf ishara kiya, jo abhi bhi uske pairon ke paas jhuka hua tha. "Wese bhi, ye ek loser employee hai. Iski aukat hi yahi hai ki ye hum jaisi hardworking aur powerful auraton ke niche rahe aur hamari seva kare. Thodi der baad, is gulam se tum bhi apni seva karwa lena. I don’t mind sharing my footstool."

Pooja ne wo paise liye aur Rohan ko ek gehri, nichi nazar se dekha. Mansi ki baat sunkar wo thoda blush karne lagi, par uski aankhon mein Rohan ke liye koi hamdardi nahi, balki ek ajeeb si bhook thi—ek gulam ko istemal karne ki bhook. "Sure, Ma'am. I'll take care of him later," Pooja ne kaha aur muskuraate hue wahan se chali gayi.

Mansi ne 20 minute tak Rohan ko apne pairon se masalne ke baad usey wapas jaane ka order diya. "Jao, apni sasti seat par baitho. Tumhari shakl dekh kar mera champagne ka swaad kharab ho raha hai."

Rohan utha, uska chehra sharam se laal tha. Wo jaise hi dono classes ke beech wale curtain ke paas pahuncha, Pooja wahan khadi thi. Usne Rohan ka raasta rok liya.

"Sun be gulam," Pooja ne uski aankhon mein dekhte hue kaha, uski awaaz ab bilkul badal chuki thi. "Apni malkin ki seva ho gayi na? Ab meri kar."

Rohan hadbara gaya. "Kya? Par Ma'am, mujhe seat par..."

"Chup!" Pooja ne dhire se par sakhti se kaha. "Dekh udhar teri malkin ko." Usne parda thoda hataya. Mansi wahan se Rohan ko ghur rahi thi aur usne gusse mein apni aankhein dikhakar ishara kiya ki wahi kare jo Pooja keh rahi hai. Mansi ka message saaf tha: Tum mere hi nahi, har us aurat ke ghulam ho jise main ijazat doon.

Pooja ne jhatke se Rohan ke baal pakde aur usey khinchte hue plane ke chote se washroom ke andar dhakel diya. Usne andar se lock lagaya. "Jaldi se apna chehra is commode seat ke upar rakh kar baith!" usne order diya.

Rohan hairan tha. "Ma'am, ye aap kya..."

CHATA-AAK! Ek zor ka thappad Rohan ke gaal par pada. "Samajh nahi aa raha kya? Jaldi kar, mere paas time nahi hai!" Pooja ne chillakar kaha. Darr ke maare Rohan ne apna muh commode seat ke upar tika diya, uski saansein tej ho rahi thi.

Pooja ne turant apni dress upar ki aur apni panty niche karke apna ass-hole bilkul Rohan ke naak aur muh ke upar adjust kar liya. "Kamine, jab se teri malkin ne bola hai na ki tera istemal main bhi kar sakti hoon, tab se maine apni ye paad (fart) rok kar rakhi thi, sirf tere muh par marne ke liye!"

Agli hi second, Pooja ne ek lambi, thiki aur bhayankar gandi fart chhodi jo sidha Rohan ke muh aur naak ke andar ghus gayi. Rohan ka dum ghutne laga. Wo gandi smell itni thiki thi ki usey ulti aane lagi, par Pooja hatne ka naam nahi le rahi thi. Wo wahi bethi-bethi apna ass-hole Rohan ke muh par ragadne lagi. "Khaye ja ise! Yehi teri aukat hai, hamari gas saaf karna!"

Rohan behosh hone ki halat mein tha, uski aankhon se paani nikal raha tha, par Pooja 2-3 minute tak wahi bethi rahi, usey apni gandi smell se torture karti rahi.

Jab Pooja khadi hui, tab 10 minute baad Rohan ne pehli baar khuli saans li. Uska chehra pura laal ho chuka tha aur wo haanf raha tha. Pooja ne uske muh par thuk (spit) diya. "Mere paad ke niche rehne wale kide! Khada ho aur muh hata yahan se. Ab samne beth apne ghutno ke bal!"

Rohan ne waisa hi kiya, wo tut chuka tha. Jaise hi wo ghutno par baitha, Pooja ne apne dono pair uske kandhon par rakh diye. Rohan ke samne ab Pooja ki pinkish-white pussy thi, jo halke fulke baalon se bhari thi. Usne jaise hi apne pair upar kiye, uske private area se aane wali pasine ki tikhi smell ne Rohan ka sar ghuma diya.

"Dekh kya raha hai be kutte? Bahut dino se kisi pilot ka plane iske andar land nahi kiya hai. Bahut garmi ho rahi hai aaj, tu ise thanda karega. Chala apna muh!" Pooja ne gusse mein kaha aur dubara uske muh par thuka.

Usne Rohan ke baal pakde aur uske muh ko apni pussy ke baalon par zor-zor se ragadne lagi. "Tera ye thuk bhara muh meri garmi mitaane ke kaam aayega!" Usne Rohan ka sar peeche khincha, uske chehre par thuka aur order diya, "Apni jeebh (tongue) nikal bahar!"

Jaise hi Rohan ne jeebh nikali, Pooja ne us par bhi thuk diya aur phir uska sar piche se pakad kar uski jeebh ko sidha apni pussy ke andar ghusa diya. "Chat ise! Ek ek boond saaf kar, gulam!"

Agli 10 minute tak, Pooja ne Rohan ke muh ko ek 'living dildo' ki tarah istemal kiya. Wo uske sar ko zor-zor se pakad kar apni pussy par ragadti rahi, usey saans lene tak ka mauka nahi de rahi thi. Rohan ki jeebh thak gayi thi, par Pooja ke order sakht thhe. Ant mein, jab wo puri tarah satisfy ho gayi, usne Rohan ke muh par hi discharge kiya aur phir se uske chehre par thuka.

"Ab nikal yahan se, kachre! Aur apni seat par jaakar chup-chap baith ja. Yaad rakhna, Goa mein teri malkin tera kya haal karegi, ye to bas ek trailer tha."

Rohan ladkhadate hue washroom se bahar nikla. Uske muh par Pooja ka thuk aur sweat laga tha, aur uski aatma puri tarah se kuchli ja chuki thi. Usne piche mudkar dekha, Pooja apni dress theek karte hue muskura rahi thi, aur aage Business Class mein Mansi apni champagne glass uthakar uski nakamyabi ka jashn mana rahi thi.

Goa airport pahunchte hi ek luxury cab unhe ek 5-star beach resort le gayi. Resort ka suite itna bada tha ki Rohan ne apni puri zindagi mein itna bada ghar nahi dekha tha. Ocean view, king-sized bed, aur ek bada sa balcony.

Mansi ne suite mein kadam rakhte hi apna purse sofa par pheka. "Ye mera suite hai, Rohan. Tumhare liye wahan kone mein ek sleeping bag rakha hai floor par. Tum wahi rahoge."

Rohan ne dekha, us itne bade luxurious room ke ek kone mein zameen par ek sasta sa sleeping bag pada tha. Wo samajh gaya ki Mansi usey ek pal ke liye bhi ye bhulne nahi degi ki wo uska barabar ka nahi hai.

Mansi sofa par dhire se baithi aur apni high heels nikaal di. "Safar se mere pair bahut gande aur thake hue hain. Basin mein garam paani lao, thoda scented soap daalo aur... ghutno par baith kar mere pair dhona shuru kar."

Rohan freeze ho gaya. Ye to hadd se zyada tha. "Ma'am... andar shower hai, aap wahan fresh ho sakti hain."

Mansi ki nazrein ek dam sakht ho gayi, jaise koi shikaari apne shikaar ko ghoorta hai. "Rohan, lagta hai tum bhool rahe ho ki tum yahan kyun ho. Maine tumhe order diya hai, suggestion nahi maangi. Agar naukri pyari hai, to wahi karo jo kaha gaya hai. Abhi!"

Rohan ka dil baith gaya. Wo bhaga-bhaga bathroom gaya, ek bowl mein garm paani bhara, usmein mehanga jasmine soap milaya aur wapas aakar Mansi ke samne ghutno ke bal baith gaya.

Mansi ne apna ek pair thoda aage badhaya. Rohan ne bahut hi dhire se uska pair uthaya aur paani mein dala. Uske haath kamp rahe thhe jab usne Mansi ke naram magar robdar pairon par sabun lagana shuru kiya.

"Hmm, perfect," Mansi ne apni aankhein band kar li aur sukoon bhari saans li. "Kitna soft touch hai tumhara. Office mein spreadsheets itne sloppy aur gande kyun banate ho? Ab samajh aaya... lagta hai tumhare ye haath mere pairon ki seva ke liye bane hain, data analysis ke liye nahi."

Rohan khamoshi se uske ungliyon ke beech, uski heel par aur arch par massage karte hue usey saaf kar raha tha. Wo zameen par tha, aur Mansi uske upar ek rani ki tarah baithi thi.

"Dusra pair bhi uthao," Mansi ne command di.

Rohan ne towel se pehla pair poncha aur dusra dhona shuru kiya. Mansi ne apne toes ko thoda hilaya aur muskura kar boli, "You are a good servant, Rohan. Agar yehi dedication tum office mein dikhate to shayad aaj tumhe ye warning na milti. Par shayad tumhari kismat mein hi likha hai logon ke pairon mein rehna."

Jab pair dhone ka silsila khatam hua, Mansi uthi aur apni wardrobe se ek sexy bikini nikaali. "Main swim karne ja rahi hoon. Jab tak main wapas aaun, ye suite ek dam chamakna chahiye. Mere saare kapde fold hone chahiye, aur ye meri pehli wali bikini aache se dho dena

Usne apni gandi bikini Rohan ki taraf phek di, jo sidha uske chehre par giri. "Isey dhang se handle karna, bahut mehangi hai."  Explore a vast collection of indian femdom stories on our website www.indianfemdomstories.com,

Rohan wahan khada tha, haath mein apni boss ki bikini liye, jabki Mansi gungunati hui room se bahar nikal gayi. Rohan ko ab ehsas ho raha tha ki Goa ka ye trip uski life ka sabse bada nightmare hone wala hai. Wo ab sirf ek analyst nahi tha, wo Mansi ka ek aisa 'personal aide' tha jiski koi izzat nahi thi, koi awaaz nahi thi—sirf orders thhe aur unhe pura karne ka khauf.

Usne suite saaf karna shuru kiya, zameen par pade Mansi ke kapde uthaye, aur har pal ye sochta raha ki ab Mansi usse aur kya kya karwayegi. Uske dimag mein Mansi ke pairon ki wo thandak aur uski heels ki 'click-click' awaaz goonj rahi thi, jo usey baar-baar uski aukat yaad dila rahi thi.