The Fitness Influencer’s Revenge: A Femdom Story of Ego and Discipline (Part-two)

this is second part of this Femdom stories, you previously read about Pragati, a famous fitness influencer, and Abhi, a typical corporate slave who used to post derogatory comments on her Instagram to demotivate her. After filing a complaint, Pragati brought Abhi to her home to demonstrate her power and turn him into her personal slave. If you missed the first part of these Femdom stories in English, read it on [www.indianfemdomstories.com].

After a night of punishment, Abhi woke up, but his condition was even worse. As the first light of morning began to touch Pragati’s master bedroom, Abhi's eyes opened under the bed, near Pragati’s feet. His face was still pressed under the weight of the sweat-soaked gym shoes, which were tied firmly. The pungent, musky, and salt-infused smell had now become a part of his face. The night-long suffering had cleared all the trash of arrogance and ego from his mind. Now, only shame, fear, and unquestioning submission remained. Pragati, with a beautiful yawn, rose comfortably from her king-size bed. Still sleepy, she placed her feet on the floor, not even noticing who was there or what their condition was. A sleek silk nightgown was on her muscled body, highlighting her curves and strength. When Pragati’s gaze fell upon the shoe tied under the bed and his face, a sadistic smile came to her lips. She nudged Abhi slowly with her foot, which meant: "Get up." Abhi woke up with a jerk. In a panic, he raised his hands so that Pragati would untie him. Pragati herself untied the shoelace from behind his head. As soon as the shoe was removed, Abhi took sharp, restless breaths, as if he had emerged from deep water. But his nose and lips were still drenched in that strong smell. "Get up, skeleton," Pragati commanded mockingly. "The second day of your punishment has begun. And the start of the morning should be pure." Abhi quickly stood up, slavery clearly visible in his eyes.

Pragati moved forward and stood in front of the mirror. She pointed toward her feet, which had been on the floor all night and were slightly dusty. "Clean my feet," she said softly, but there was iron-like strength in that voice. "I don’t like the dust of my shining tiles ruining my feet. And clean them well. Not with a cloth or towel." Abhi understood what Pragati meant. His heart began to beat fast with fear and nervousness. He couldn't believe how bad his life had become. His ego was completely shattered. Slowly, Abhi knelt on his knees. He closed his eyes in shame, then took a deep breath and stuck his tongue out. Pragati extended her left foot. Shivering, Abhi placed his tongue on the sole of Pragati’s foot. He searched, and his tongue cleaned the accumulated dust and a bit of sweat from her feet. The taste of the search was a mix of dirt and salt. "Cleaner," Pragati commanded with her eyes closed, as if she were in a spa. "There should be no dust in my eyes when I look down. Lick it properly." Abhi continued to lick her feet out of compulsion, slowly moving up to her ankle. When one foot was completely shining, Pragati placed her other foot. Abhi repeated the same process. When it was finished, both of Pragati’s feet were shining, and their skin had turned pink. "Good job, my slave," Pragati said with satisfaction. "You are so useful to me. Those online comments were so useless."

The next step was even more terrifying. Pragati raised both her hands and pointed toward her armpits. Despite sleeping in the AC at night, there was a faint musky smell in her armpits because of Pragati’s active lifestyle. "Now clean this," Pragati commanded. "I want to feel fresh before going to the gym. For you, this is the smell of my hard work. Arrogant people like you should get into the habit of appreciating this smell." Abhi’s eyes widened with fear again. This was crossing the limit. But the scene at the police station was spinning in his mind. Out of compulsion, he bowed. Pragati extended her left armpit. Abhi took a sharp breath in, stuck his tongue out, and placed it on the area with the slight musky smell. It was smooth but a bit sticky. Abhi slowly started licking, completely cleaning that spot. His mind had gone blank. "Hah," Pragati sniffed her armpit; not a single hair was there. "Perfect. You are the best deodorant for me." She extended her other armpit. Abhi cleaned that as well without any resistance. "You read this  femdom story on [www.indianfemdomstories.com]"

Now Pragati was getting ready for the gym. She put on her workout clothes and came back to where her shoes from last night were kept. "Now the final task," Pragati picked up both her shoes. "You have to settle this smell of hard work in your mind and get my shoes ready for me." Pragati handed her right shoe to Abhi. "Clean it from the inside." Abhi felt as if he were fighting against a reckless wind. He knew that even worse was written in his fate. Kneeling on his knees, he held the shoe in his hands. From the inside, it smelled even stronger, the smell of sweat trapped in a closed space. He slowly put his tongue inside. He started licking the insole, cleaning every corner. That taste was very pungent and metallic, a mixed taste of sweat, leather, and rubber. Pragati stood comfortably, with dominance and satisfaction on her face. She let him lick until she spoke herself. "Enough," Pragati said slowly. "Now, put them on me." Abhi had completely cleaned both shoes from the inside. He began to put them on Pragati’s feet. He bent down slowly and started tying the shoelaces, his hands still trembling. There were tears in his eyes that he wasn't controlling. He was a typical corporate slave, and now he was literally performing slavery for another person's shoes.

"Good. Now come with me," Pragati said. "The next round of your punishment will be in the gym." Pragati and Abhi reached her personal gym. This was no normal gym—it was a high-end, private facility where only Pragati and her trainer came. But today Abhi was also there, standing in the corner, holding Pragati’s bag like a slave. Pragati started her workout. After every set, she would take a break, and at every break, she would call Abhi to her.

First Set: Squats

After five sets of squats, Pragati took a deep breath. Her legs were hot and soaked with sweat. "Come to me, Abhi," she commanded. "You said girls were weak? Now feel my strength within you." Pragati sat on her knees and took off her socks. Her socks were completely soaked in sweat, giving off a sharp and sour smell that was trapped in her tight gym shoes. "Lick my socks," Pragati ordered. "This is the taste of my hard work." Abhi took a dry gulp and held the socks in his hands. He first sniffed the socks; the sharp smell of sweat brought tears to his eyes. Then, he started licking the soles of the socks with his tongue. It was salty, sharp, and hot. Pragati let him lick until the socks were slightly dry.

Second Set: Shoulder Press

After the shoulder press, Pragati’s upper body was drenched in sweat. She took off her tank top, showed her muscled body, and said: "Now clean my armpit," Pragati said. "This is the place where all my strength gathers." Abhi had done this same task this morning, but now the sharp smell of sweat was even more terrifying. He bent down and cleaned both armpits with sharp and long licks. Pragati placed her hands on his head and pressed him, ensuring he cleaned properly.

Third Set: Deadlifts

After heavy deadlifts, Pragati’s breath was fast and hot sweat was coming out from her entire body. "Now it’s my shoes' turn," Pragati took off the shoes and threw them toward Abhi. "You will have to clean them by kissing them, where I have kept all my strength." Abhi grabbed the shoes. They were soaked with sweat and gym dust from the outside. Abhi started licking the surface of both shoes with his lips and tongue, enduring the taste of rubber and sweat. Every time, she was increasing his punishment, and every time, Abhi was falling further into slavery. This process continued throughout the workout. After every set, every break, and every sweat stain, Pragati made Abhi clean her body parts, forcing him to lick her dirty socks, sweat-soaked armpits, and shoes. It wasn't just slavery; it was psychological torture to destroy his ego.

In the afternoon, the gym session ended. Pragati was tired, but in her eyes was the victory of her strength and Abhi’s total submission. After returning home, Pragati called Abhi to her. "Abhi, you smell a lot like sweat," Pragati said, wrinkling her nose. "And I have to bathe now. You have to clean me." Abhi lowered his head, knowing exactly what was going to happen now. Pragati slowly took off her gym clothes. She was completely soaked in sweat. She called Abhi to her and ordered him to lick her entire body, just like a cat cleans its kittens. Abhi started with his tongue from Pragati’s neck, cleaned her muscled shoulders, licked the sweat on her toned arms, and slowly moved down. He also licked the sweat on her stomach and legs. This was a humiliating and animalistic experience. Abhi’s self-respect was completely gone.

Pragati decided to take Abhi to her office after getting ready. Pragati was the owner of a large social media agency. Upon reaching the office, she called Abhi into her cabin. "Sit down," Pragati ordered as soon as she sat on the chair. Abhi sat near her feet without question. Pragati lifted Abhi’s chin with one of her feet. "Today I have a meeting. As long as I talk to the clients, you will stay under my table. And remember, if you make a single sound, I will destroy your career." The meeting began. Pragati’s big clients arrived. Business talk was happening above the table, and under the table, Abhi was licking Pragati’s toes one by one. Pragati intentionally kept the pressure of her feet on Abhi’s face. Occasionally, she would press Abhi’s tongue with her heels, as if reminding him that he was just an object. When the meeting ended, Pragati extracted some sweat accumulating in her armpits with her finger and put it in Abhi’s mouth. "This is your breakfast. Now come, it's time for the gym."

Upon reaching home, Pragati set a strange and disgusting condition. She took two slices of bread from the kitchen. She put one slice each inside those shoes she was going to wear to the gym. "This bread is for you, Abhi," Pragati said with a smile. "Now I will go to the gym, work out for two hours. All my sweat, every drop of my hard work will collect in this bread. You will eat it with pleasure after coming from the gym." Abhi started to feel nauseous, but he couldn't speak against the obsession in Pragati’s eyes. He put the socks on Pragati and then those same shoes, inside which the bread was pressed.

Upon reaching the gym, Pragati decided to work harder today. She lifted heavy weights, did squats, and ran on the treadmill. After every exercise, she would call Abhi to the corner. "Come here, dog," Pragati said, panting. She raised her hand. Her armpits were completely wet with sweat. "Lick it. Clean it completely." Kneeling on his knees, Abhi started licking Pragati’s hot and salty armpits. That sour smell of sweat was rising to Abhi’s brain. Pragati grabbed his hair and pressed his face into her armpit. "How does my hard work look? Speak!" Pragati shouted. "Very... very delicious, mistress," Abhi replied, crying. Not only that, Pragati also made Abhi clean the sweat accumulating on her tired thighs and hips with his tongue. This was the most shameful for Abhi, but Pragati was enjoying his every tear.

Returning home, Pragati stretched her legs on an easy chair. "Abhi, take off my shoes." As soon as Abhi removed the shoes, such a stench came that it filled the entire room. The socks were completely black and wet. Pragati took out those wet socks and stuffed them into Abhi’s mouth. "Eat these socks first. Chew them completely and swallow," she ordered. Crying, Abhi started chewing those stinking, salty socks. His throat was choking, but the slap of Pragati’s feet made him afraid. When the socks were finished, then came the turn of that bread. Pragati took that bread out from inside the shoe. That white bread was now a bit black and completely soggy with sweat. The mark of the shoe's leather and Pragati’s feet was imprinted on it. "Eat it. This is your status," Pragati threw the bread on his face. Bowing to the ground, Abhi ate that sweat-filled bread piece by piece. The humanity within him was now dead. He remained only a pet animal of Pragati. After eating the bread, Pragati asked Abhi to clean the soles of her feet. "There is still a little salt left in my feet. Lick it all and make it shine." For hours, Abhi licked and polished each of Pragati’s feet. Pragati put one of her feet inside his mouth and began to press him with her weight. "Now tell me, Abhi. Are girls weak?" Pragati whispered into his ear. Abhi just shook his head; he didn't have the courage to think anything wrong now. His day had started in Pragati’s slavery and ended in the desire for her feet. "You read these femdom stories  on [www.indianfemdomstories.com]"

Night was falling, but for Abhi, this painful saga was not showing any sign of ending. After taking a shower, Pragati wore a very small and tight satin night-suit, which stuck to and highlighted her hard muscles built from her workout. She sat on her bed like a queen, while Abhi was drenched in dust and shame on the floor at her feet.

Pragati signaled to Abhi while lying upside down on her bed. "Abhi, come here. Today I have done very heavy squats all day. There is still a lot of sweat and strain in my hips and lower back. I want you to clean every single drop from there, and remember, I shouldn't feel even one drop of sweat." Abhi’s heart sank. He slowly moved on his knees and came close to Pragati. Pragati slid her night-suit up a bit, making her toned and muscled hips clearly visible. Due to the squats, a thin layer of sweat was settled there, the smell of which was very intense and salty. "Begin," Pragati ordered in a cold tone. Abhi closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. He started cleaning the depth between Pragati’s hips, the hip hole area. A lot of sweat was collected there. Every time he touched the skin there with his tongue, Pragati took a deep breath, as if she were enjoying his humiliation. Abhi was hating that salty and musky taste, but out of fear of Pragati, he didn't stop for a single moment. He licked the entire area with his tongue until Pragati’s skin was completely dry and shining. "Hmm, a little more to the left... yeah, that's it. Good slave," Pragati said, relaxing her muscles. After finishing the cleaning, Pragati turned and looked at Abhi, who was still panting. A devilish smile came to her face. "Abhi, you mocked my diet charts, right? Today I have taken a protein-heavy diet. Now it’s time for you to digest the gas of my hard work as well." She grabbed Abhi and laid him right on the edge of the bed, locking his head between her thighs. Abhi’s face was pressed right under Pragati’s hip hole. He couldn't even move.

"This is called unfiltered feedback," Pragati said and suddenly released a long and pungent fart on his face. Abhi felt as if he would suffocate. That dirty and hot gas filled his nose and mouth. He started coughing and struggling, but Pragati held his face even tighter with her thighs. "Smell it! This is the body that you will never be able to build. This is the smell of that protein that you cannot afford," Pragati said, laughing. She fired two more farts on his face one after another, which were even sharper and smellier than before. Water began to come out from Abhi’s eyes; his arrogance was now completely turned to dust.

When Pragati was satisfied, she let Abhi go. Abhi was lying on the ground, panting heavily. His entire existence was now filled only with Pragati’s smells. "Now go back to your place," Pragati picked up those same dirty gym shoes that she had worn in the gym. She placed them on Abhi’s mouth and tied the laces tight behind his head again. "Stay drowned in this smell all night. Tomorrow morning you have to do even dirtier tasks for me. If even an inch of the shoe moves from your face, then consider your career and your respect gone forever." Pragati turned off the light and fell into a deep sleep, while Abhi, under the bed, began to cry with that suffocating smell of shoes and the traces of Pragati’s sweat and gas on his face. His male ego and his pride had now become the dust of Pragati’s feet.