The Principal's Cabin Slave: An Intense Indian Femdom Narrative (Part-one)

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This story is about a college in a small city named Elite Academy. There was a boy studying there named Rahul. Rahul was from a poor family and had come to the city from a village to study. Through his hard work, he had received a 50% scholarship in the first year, but he failed the exams. Now the Principal Madam, who was a strict and powerful lady named Mrs. Pooja Sharma, calls him to the office. Mrs. Pooja was a 45-year-old woman, tall, fair-skinned, with sharp features, who always wore tight sarees that highlighted her figure. Her daughter, Rani, was in Rahul’s class, was the topper, and had a dominant personality just like her mother.

Rahul enters the principal's office trembling. The room was large and air-conditioned, files were kept on the principal's desk, and she was sitting there wearing spectacles, checking papers. Seeing Rahul, she smiles, but that smile was sarcastic.

"Oh Rahul, you've come? Sit," Mrs. Pooja says, sitting up straight in her chair. Rahul sits on the chair, hands in his lap, gaze downward.

"Madam, you called me," Rahul says softly.

"Yes, I called you. Your results have arrived. You have failed in all subjects. What did you think? That you’d come on a scholarship and just have fun? Now repeat the year, pay the fees again, and study," Mrs. Pooja says strictly, tapping her pen on the table.

Rahul’s face turns white. "Madam, please... I will repeat the year, but the fees... I already paid with a 50% scholarship. Now who will pay the full fees? There is no money in my house. My father is a farmer in the village."

Mrs. Pooja laughs loudly. "Oh wow! You got the scholarship because you promised to study. Now that you failed, you want sympathy? These are the college rules: pay the fees, or get out of here. It’s simple."

Rahul was crying now, hands folded. "Madam, please don’t kick me out. I will work very hard this time and pass all the papers. Please don't remove me from the college. The fees... I will deposit them bit by bit. I will do some job here and give a little money every month."

Mrs. Pooja’s face turns red with anger. She stands up, slamming her hand on the desk. "Job? What work do you know? What will you do in this city? A duffer like you won’t find any work! Tell me, what will you do? A waiter? In a hotel? Or a cleaner? Hahaha, do you think you can pay college fees with that money? Are you living in a dream?"

Rahul bows even lower, "Madam, please... I will do anything. Any work. Waiter, cleaner, anything. Give me a chance, I will deposit it bit by bit every month."

Mrs. Pooja screams, "Is this your father’s college that you’ll deposit fees bit by bit? Who are you? What is your status that I should change the rules for you? Deposit the fees all at once, or prepare to leave the college! Get out!"

Rahul, crying, makes a request and falls to the ground, grabbing her feet. "Madam, please... help me somehow. If I can't do this, I will die. What will my family say?"

Mrs. Pooja first jerks her feet away in anger, but then she stops. A wicked smile appears on her face. She sits down and looks at Rahul from top to bottom. "Fine, one thing can happen. You were going to work outside anyway to pay the fees. It’s better you work as a servant in my house. I will pay your full fees at once. You will work at my house as a servant until your fee money is fully paid off. Only I and my daughter Rani live in my house. You will fulfill our smallest to biggest needs. As a servant. Understand?"

Rahul is shocked, but there was no option. "Yes madam... thank you. I will do it."

Mrs. Pooja laughs, "Good boy. Come from tomorrow. And remember, you are my servant; behave accordingly in college as well. Now get out." You have read an extensive variety of Indian Femdom content across our website.

Rahul reaches the college early the next morning, heart filled with fear. He couldn't sleep all night, thinking about what his life was going to become. Living as Mrs. Pooja Sharma's servant, working at the house, and following her orders even in college. He stands outside the principal's office, holding his bag, gaze downward. After a while, a bell rings, and a peon comes, "Rahul? Madam is calling you inside."

Rahul goes inside; the cool air of the AC in the office touches his sweat-covered face. Mrs. Pooja was sitting in her big chair, wearing a black saree that perfectly highlighted her curvy figure. Her heels were black, shiny, and kept under the table. She was wearing spectacles and looking at papers as if nothing had happened. Seeing Rahul, she smiles—that smile that creates fear. "Oh Rahul, my new servant has arrived? Good. Sit, I need to talk to you."

Rahul sits on the chair, but Mrs. Pooja screams, "Hey dog! You sit on a chair? You are my slave now, sit on the floor! A servant's place is right there, near my feet." Rahul is shocked but quietly sits on the floor in front of her desk. "Yes madam," he says softly.

Mrs. Pooja brings her heels out from under the table and sits with one leg crossed over the other. "Listen, about your results. You failed in all subjects, but in 3 subjects you failed by just a few marks—only 2-4 marks. You don't need to take classes for those subjects because you were already almost passing. You only failed by many marks in 2 subjects; you will attend those classes. During the classes of the other three subjects, you will stay here in my cabin and serve me. Understand?"

Rahul is shocked; his mouth hangs open. "Madam, what is my work here in college? What kind of service do I have to do for you?" he asks fearfully, his gaze falling on her heels which looked like they had just been polished.

Mrs. Pooja laughs loudly and leans forward a bit from her chair. "You will understand everything slowly. Quietly come here under my table and clean my sandals properly from top and bottom. I have a meeting with the board members right now." She makes her voice strict, as if giving an order.

Rahul becomes even more shocked. "Madam, how can I? I am..." But Mrs. Pooja screams, "What 'I'? How did you forget that you are now my servant slave? If I don't make you clean my sandals, should I make you do my makeup? Move, go down quietly and make them shine quickly! Every order of mine from today is your command, hurry, there's no time!"

Rahul’s face turns red, and tears come to his eyes. Crying, he sits on his knees under the table like a dog. He takes out his handkerchief from his pocket, which was already dirty from yesterday, but there was no option. First, he starts cleaning Mrs. Pooja's right heel from the top. The upper side of the heel, which was made of black leather, had light dust on it. He rubs it with the handkerchief, carefully cleaning each strap. He slowly polishes the first strap around the ankle, rotating the handkerchief. Mrs. Pooja was sitting above, checking papers, but in between, she would look down and say, "Hey dog, rub harder! My heels need to shine, not be ruined. Are you such a worthless servant that you don't even know this?"  You have explored quite a deep library of Indian Femdom chronicles on our site.

Crying, Rahul moves to the second strap at the front of the heel. He folds the handkerchief and cleans the corners, but tears fall from his face. Mrs. Pooja laughs, "What will crying do? You failed, now this is your punishment. Move, do it quickly, the board members are coming. You are like dirty mud under my feet."

Now he comes to the lower side, the bottom sole. Mrs. Pooja places her right heel in his lap so Rahul can clean it properly. There was dust and light dirt on the sole, as if it came from the garden in the morning. Rahul rubs with the handkerchief, but the dust doesn't go away. Mrs. Pooja screams, "Dog, don't you even know this much? Rub the sole hard; this is the only work for someone like you. Did you come to college to study or to lick my feet?"

Rahul moves to the other heel, the same way—first from the top, straps cleaned, then placing it in his lap for the bottom sole. After both heels were cleaned, Mrs. Pooja checks. She looks down. "Hmm, they are shining from the top, but there is dust on the bottom; I didn't enjoy it. Do one thing, this dust at the bottom isn't coming off with the handkerchief; it needs some wetness. Do one thing, use your tongue and saliva to lick and clean it; maybe it will become perfectly clean."

Rahul is choked hearing this, "Madam, what kind of talk is this? How can I lick this?" he says while crying.

Mrs. Pooja says angrily, "Hey dog, why can't you lick it? Is there some mud stuck in my slippers? Even if there is, lick it and clean it properly! You are my slave servant now; I'm telling you now, every order of mine will be a command for you. Quietly get to work, I have to go to the board meeting. Men will be there, and it’s a habit of men to look at a woman's feet first. What impression will I make going with these dusty heels? Move, get started, lick them all clean quickly!"

Rahul still refuses, "No madam, this is very disgusting work, I won't do it, I can't do it." Hearing this, Mrs. Pooja gets angry and gives him a powerful kick right under the table. The kick was so hard that blood started coming from his mouth, and that blood also got on Madam's heels. "Dog! Right now only blood has come out; next time if you refuse to follow any order, the kick will be so hard all your teeth will come out broken! Move, quietly lick and clean it, the whole heels and also your dirty blood that got on these heels. Move, get started!"

Out of fear, Rahul quietly starts licking the bottom sole of Mrs. Pooja's heels. First, the right heel: he sticks out his tongue and starts from the front of the sole where the dirt and dust were. The taste was bad—of dirt, a mix of salty and bitter. He licks slowly, rubbing his tongue on the sole, cleaning every groove. Mrs. Pooja was sitting above laughing, "Yes dog, lick properly, like a real dog licking dirt. You were born just to lick my feet. Rub your tongue hard, get all the dust out!"

Crying, Rahul licks the entire sole to the back of the heel where there was more dirt. Then she keeps the heel in his lap so he can lick comfortably. "Good boy, now the other heel. Lick it as your mother taught you, you worthless person!" On the second heel, the same—front to back, cleaning by rubbing with the tongue. He felt like vomiting from the taste, but he kept doing it out of fear. Mrs. Pooja kept saying, "Look dog, this is your new life. Every day will be like this, serving my feet. You are like a worm under my sole."

After the entire heels' soles were perfectly shining, Mrs. Pooja checks, looking down. "Good, my dog, you licked these well. Now any man seeing them will want to lick them. Move, leave my heels now. It's lunch time for the college, let me eat lunch and go to the washroom." Saying this, she jerks her feet and goes into the washroom, and Rahul remains sitting there, pressing his mouth to stop the blood.

After a while, a voice comes from the washroom, "Listen dog, come here quickly!" Rahul runs there. Mrs. Pooja was standing at the washroom door; the heels were wet. "Hey listen dog, the peon just finished mopping the whole office, and I've come from the washroom, the sandals are wet. If I go back into the whole office with wet sandals, the office will get dirty again. Do one thing, you clean these heels quickly, dry them fast so my office doesn't get dirty."

Hearing this, Rahul sits down and takes out his handkerchief to wipe them. Just then, another powerful kick lands, this time harder than the last, and it hit him straight in the nose. Rahul falls right there, blood starts flowing from his nose. Mrs. Pooja screams, "Villain! Just now you cleaned the dust from my heels with this handkerchief, and you will clean my clean sandals again with this dusty handkerchief? Quietly lie down here and stick out your tongue and dry this by licking it properly! Not a single sound should come out!"

Out of fear, Rahul lies down and sticks out his tongue. Mrs. Pooja starts rubbing her right heel on his tongue with full force. The bottom sole of the heel was completely wet with washroom water and dirt mixed together, the taste was differently bad—salty, bitter, and like dirt. She rubs hard on the tongue, as if cleaning a carpet. Rahul’s tongue gets grazed; a scream was about to come out from the pain, but he remained silent. "Yes dog, feel this taste, the washroom water on your tongue. You are like a mop for my feet. I'm rubbing hard; I'll only stop when your tongue is grazed!"

First, the right heel: she rubs the sole from front to back, 10-15 times, with full force every time. Scratches appear on Rahul’s tongue, his mouth filled with the taste. Then the left heel, the same—she dries it by rubbing and rubbing. "Look dog, this is your punishment for not following orders. From now on, every time it will be like this, your tongue will become my personal dryer." After the entire heels were dry, at the end, she completely crushes his tongue with one of her heels, saying while crushing with strength, "When I called you, you came walking on two feet, but now remember you are a dog, and a dog never walks on two feet! Remember, here the punishment for your every mistake will increase!"  Our website has provided you with a large selection of Indian femdom stories.

She completely crushed the tongue; Rahul’s tongue had gone numb and was grazed. Mrs. Pooja goes and sits in the chair to eat lunch. Rahul tries to get up, but Madam says, "Listen you, don't try to get up. This washroom is used by all the female teachers of the college, and since it’s lunch now, the teachers will come to use it. So when they come out after using it, lick and clean and dry their footwear too, so my office doesn't get dirty. Understand?"

Rahul is choked hearing this, he tries to speak with his injured tongue, "Madam, I am your servant, you have been so cruel to me, I followed all your orders, but madam, please don't humiliate me in front of the teachers."

Mrs. Pooja says while looking angrily, "Maybe you didn't understand from two kicks, and you need more; only after that will you follow my every order without question. The choice is up to you, quietly keep lying there, or be ready to take a kick. You are like garbage under the teachers' feet. Now shut up, if you say one more word, I'll cut your tongue!"

Just then, a teacher enters the office. That teacher was strong and beautiful, named Miss Anita, wearing a suit and kurti, with flat sandals that were brown in color, simple but elegant. She wishes "Good afternoon" and moves toward the washroom. As she sees Rahul lying at the washroom door, she stops. "Hey, why are you lying here?"

Rahul says nothing, he was just crying. Mrs. Pooja says, "Oh, it's nothing madam, today the peon forgot to keep the doormat and I don't want my office to get dirty. This useless fellow isn't good for anything anyway, so while his free periods are going on, I thought I'd use his tongue as a doormat. Now go inside without tension, he will lick the sole of your sandal and clean it just like new."

Miss Anita, laughing, places her foot on his stomach with full force and enters the washroom. After a while, she comes out; as soon as she comes out, she starts wiping the sole of her flat sandal on his t-shirt. Just then, Mrs. Pooja interrupts, "Oh madam, what are you doing? If you wipe it on his t-shirt, it will get even dirtier. Use his tongue properly, and after getting both your sandals fully cleaned, give a powerful kick to his tongue on my behalf. It’s his fault that when you came out, he didn't stick his tongue out, so that next time he remembers his mistake."

Miss Anita laughs, "Move dog, get started." She brings her right flat sandal near Rahul’s mouth, and he sticks out his tongue. He starts licking the sole, every corner. The taste was very bad—a mix of dirt and washroom, wet and sticky. First from the front, then sides, cleaning the grooves. "Yes lick, dog, taste this washroom filth. You are like a toilet cleaner for us teachers." The second sandal, the same—lick lick, the mouth filled with the taste. At the end, she tells him to stick his tongue out and gives a hard kick to the tongue. "Take this punishment, worthless! From now on, remember, your place is under our feet."

After that, the most modern teacher of the college arrives, named Miss Sneha. This was the same teacher in whose subject Rahul had failed, and she had hated him from the beginning. Seeing him, most of the time she would kick him out of her period so she wouldn't have to see his face. Miss Sneha was wearing a suit with leggings, a watch, and beautiful jutti on her feet—red color, embroidered.

She is shocked to see Rahul, "Why are you lying here?" she asks with irritation. Rahul remains lying quietly. Mrs. Pooja says angrily, "Hey dog, should I give everyone your introduction? Now open your mouth and tell them what you are doing here."

Rahul says fearfully with his injured tongue, "I am the human doormat here; whoever goes into the washroom and comes out, I will clean their footwear with my tongue so Madam's office doesn't get dirty."

Hearing this, Miss Sneha starts laughing loudly, "Scoundrel, this is exactly your status. That's why I didn't like seeing your face." Saying this, she places one foot completely on his face to go to the washroom, and purposefully rubs her jutti all over his mouth. "I'm rubbing it, dog, feel the sole of my jutti on your skin. You are like a carpet under my foot."

While she was inside, Mrs. Pooja says, "Listen you dog, as soon as Madam comes out, after cleaning her jutti, go to the nearby staff room and bring this bottle filled within 5 minutes. Walking on all fours like a dog, and if you can't bring it within 5 minutes, then the commode in which all these teachers are urinating, I will put that bottle's water in it and make you drink it. Remember!"

Rahul is completely shocked, but with his injured tongue, he doesn't have the courage to say anything. Inside the washroom, Miss Sneha was hearing all these things. She already hated him; she thought to herself, "Scoundrel, I will make him drink my urine today; only then will my frustration be released." Thinking this, she comes out without flushing.

She opens the door and puts her jutti directly on his mouth, "Move dog, get started, lick this well." She had intentionally brought her jutti completely wet, a mix of washroom water and her urine. Rahul starts licking, the entire sole. The taste was very bad—salty, bitter, and like urine, sticky and warm. First, the right jutti: lick from the front, tongue rubbing and rubbing, cleaning the grooves. Miss Sneha says, "Yes lick, dog, taste my special gift. You are like a toilet for my jutti. Lick hard, feel this wetness on your tongue!"

The second jutti, the same—lick lick, feeling like vomiting from the taste. "Look worthless, this is your punishment for failing. From now on, lick my feet every day, dog!" After it was fully cleaned, she goes to the staff room. In her mind, the only thing going on was that she wouldn't let him go back to Madam's cabin within 5 minutes.

Rahul, holding the bottle, walks like a dog and goes to the staff room. As soon as he enters on all fours, all the teachers see him and start laughing. One teacher taunts, "Oh look, look, Madam's dog has come! Give him space. Hey dog, what is your name? Tell us."

Another teacher says, "Haha, this is the same boy who failed, now he's become a dog. Dog, bark a little, I've heard you lick very well!"

A third teacher, "Hey dog, why did you come here? Want a bone? Or is it Madam's order? You are like a zoo animal!"

Ignoring them, Rahul goes straight to the water cooler like a dog. Then the teacher who wore flat sandals (Miss Anita), talking to another madam, says, "Oh, you were asking why my sandals are shining so much today? Oh, it's the magic of this dog's tongue; he licked them so well, look, he made them shine completely." Everyone starts laughing, "Haha, so he is your personal tongue cleaner? Give him to me next time too!"

When Rahul fills the bottle from the cooler and returns, Miss Sneha intentionally bumps into him, and the bottle falls down. She gives him a powerful kick, "Dog, you have so much status that you'll bump into me?"

Rahul tries to speak, "Madam, you came, I was going straight." Just then, he gets another kick, "Villain, you have so much status you'll open your mouth in front of me?" She starts crushing his face with her feet, "Dog, don't forget, when Madam finds out you dropped her expensive bottle on the ground, just imagine what state she'll leave you in."

Hearing this, Rahul grabs the teacher's feet, "Please madam, don't tell the principal madam." Just then, she picks up the bottle and says, "You want this bottle, right?" He says, "Yes mam, please give it quickly, have to give it to mam quickly."  Hungry for more? Browse our massive selection of Indian Femdom content now.

Just then, she spits on the ground and wets her jutti in it, and puts it in front of his mouth, "Here, lick and clean this; after that, you'll get the bottle." Rahul says, "No madam, I won't be able to do this, please give it." She stands comfortably, shaking the bottle, and says, "Think about it, your time is running out."

Crying, Rahul licks the spit off the jutti; the taste was bad—saliva and dirt mixed. Just then, that madam passes the bottle to another madam.

The first madam (Miss Anita, with flat slippers), holding the bottle, says, "Oh dog, want the bottle? First, lick and clean my ten toes." She puts her ten toes in his mouth, makes him lick each toe. "Yes lick, dog, taste my fingers. You are like a baby, suck my finger." Humiliation on every finger: "Take this first finger, like your mother's milk. Second, feel the saltiness. You worthless person, this is your food now."

The second madam (another one, with jutti), says, "You cleaned these madams' jutti and sandal soles well, do mine too. Get my soles licked by your tongue." She rubs her jutti on his mouth, makes him lick the sole. "Yes lick, taste this old dirt. You are like a vacuum cleaner. Harder, become my dominant queen!"

The third madam (with jutti), takes off her jutti, and all the madams spit into it. "Now lick from this spit-filled jutti, drink all the spit." She puts the jutti in his mouth, makes him lick. "Yes drink, dog, our spit is your drink. Taste it, salty and femdom flavor. You are like a slave, our spit queen!"

After that, Rahul reaches the office walking like a dog. Mrs. Pooja says angrily, "I said 5 minutes, and you are coming in 15 minutes! Dog, how did you have the nerve to be late? You are like a worthless worm, you don't understand the value of time!"

Rahul tells her, "Madam, I bumped into Miss Sneha, so I was being punished. She bumped into me, the bottle fell, then she kicked me and humiliated me." He tells the details, crying, "They made me lick spit, and they passed the bottle around and other teachers also humiliated me."

Mrs. Pooja says angrily, "You have so much status that being a dog you'll bump into my staff? Now the punishment will be given to you in front of me. You are like a criminal, now you will suffer the punishment!"

After that, the Principal calls Miss Sneha into the office, "Madam, give him whatever punishment you want in front of me for having the nerve to bump into you." Miss Sneha was ready to release her frustration anyway. "He got a good punishment in the staff room, madam, but since you say so, I'll give more in front of you."

She takes off her right jutti, "Look here, dog, you licked and cleaned this, right? You've tasted it, now taste the strike too." Saying this, she gives him 10 slaps with her jutti very hard on his cheeks—5 with the right jutti on the right cheek, 5 with the left jutti on the left cheek, with full force. Both his cheeks turn red.

After that, the Principal says, "That punishment is done; now it's time for the punishment for bringing the 5-minute bottle in 15 minutes." Saying this, she grabs him by the hair and takes him to the washroom. "Remember dog, I said the commode in which all these teachers are going to the toilet, I will make you drink water from that." She pulls his hair hard.

Just then, Miss Sneha says, "Dog, look, I've already kept a gift for you inside." He looks inside; there was urine without a flush. Mrs. Pooja pours water into it and pushes his head inside, shoving his whole head into the seat and pressing down with her feet. Rahul tries to pull his head out again and again, so Miss Sneha opens his pants and rains jutti strikes hard on his buttocks; both his buttocks turn red. He had no energy left from the pain.

Mrs. Pooja presses his head down with full force with her feet and screams, "Dog, stick out your tongue and drink water from this like a dog! We should hear the sound outside." Forced, he sticks out his tongue and starts drinking the water. The taste was less like water and more like Miss Sneha’s pee—completely salty and bitter. "Yes drink, dog, taste our femdom drink! You are like a toilet slave, this is your new diet. Drink hard, feel this humiliation, salty bitter mix on your tongue. From now on, this is the punishment for every mistake, drink my pee! Hahaha, look how he's drinking, like a thirsty dog!"

Miss Sneha laughs, "Yes, taste my gift, bitter salty, your punishment! My foot is on your back, I'm crushing you, worthless!"