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

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The silence of the night had deepened in the apartment, but for Rahul, this silence was a sign of a coming storm. Miss Sneha yanked her chain with a jerk, causing Rahul—who until now had been licking the leftovers of her feet on the kitchen floor—to be dragged behind her to the bedroom. In the dim light, the atmosphere of the bedroom felt even more terrifying and dominant.

Sitting on her bed, Sneha removed her sandals with her feet and threw them at Rahul's face. "Here comes my pet animal! Listen, you dog, before sleeping you have to relieve my tiredness. You have learned a lot today, but now it is time to test your loyalty and your endurance."

Rahul, naked and wearing that same leather collar around his neck, remained sitting on all fours near Sneha’s bed. His face was red with pain and humiliation, but his eyes were only waiting for his mistress’s next command. Sneha suddenly gave a devilish smile and, taking off her leggings and panty, lay down on the edge of the bed, turning her hips towards Rahul’s face.

"Dog! My butthole is itching a lot," Sneha said with a groan, her voice carrying a sense of wealth and arrogance that was turning Rahul to ashes. "I don’t want to get my hands dirty. Take out your nose and start scratching my butthole with the tip of your nose. Rub every single corner with your nose until my itching is satisfied."

Trembling, Rahul brought his face near her naked hips. It was becoming difficult for him to breathe. As soon as he started rubbing his nose on Miss Sneha’s butthole, he was surrounded by the rotten, salty, and dirty stench of that place. He could see that some fine pieces of potty and stickiness were stuck there. He started rubbing his nose with passion, as per the mistress's command. He could feel her filth sticking to the tip of his nose, but he did not stop.

"Yes dog, like that! Rub harder... the dirt of my backside is the makeup for your nose," Sneha said with pleasure while lying on the bed.

Suddenly, Sneha pressed her hips a little more onto Rahul’s nose. "Now, smell my butthole! Take a long breath and feel how much poisonous gas is filled inside your mistress."

Rahul had just taken a fearful long breath when suddenly—PHEEEEEE!

A very big, hot, and rotten gas (fart) came straight out of Sneha’s butthole and entered Rahul’s painful nose and throat. Rahul felt as if his lungs had burned. He started coughing, but Sneha pressed his head right there with her feet.

"Dog! How dare you cough? This is the air of my body, drink it!" Sneha began to laugh loudly. "Smell it! Smell it more!"

As soon as Rahul put his nose back, Sneha released several loud and dirty farts one after another on his face. With every fart, water was coming out of Rahul's eyes, but he was helpless.

"Now kiss my butthole!" Sneha commanded. "Every time I fart, you will kiss my butthole and capture that gas inside your mouth. Not even a single drop should go outside."

Rahul placed his mouth on her dirty butthole and started kissing. With every kiss, Sneha’s gas was filling his mouth. That gas was so sharp and rotten like urine that Rahul was about to vomit, but he kept holding her hips to satisfy her.

After a few minutes, Sneha got up from the bed and made Rahul lie on his back on the floor. "Enough of the nose itching, now your mouth will become my new sofa." Explore a world of power dynamics through our exclusive Femdom stories.

Sneha placed her heavy buttocks on Rahul’s face and sat on his mouth with her full weight. Rahul was suffocating; his face was crushed under her naked hips. He could only smell her body sweat and the stench of potty.

"Open your mouth, you bastard dog!" Sneha shouted from above.

As soon as Rahul opened his mouth, Sneha released a very big and wet fart with full force inside his mouth. The heat of the gas was felt down to Rahul’s soles. He felt as if his mouth had become the lid of some dirty gutter.

Sneha started laughing loudly. "Hahahaha! Just look at your condition! Dog! First you were licking my rotten shoes, then you were worshipping my dirty feet, and now? Now you are scratching my backside with your nose and filling gas in your mouth!"

"What kind of man are you? Worse than an animal! My gas has become oxygen for you. How you are opening your mouth waiting for the mistress’s filth. You have become a true 'Toilet Slave'!"

"But remember, this is just the beginning. Tonight, you will lie like this all night. Whenever I have gas, you will smell it. And in the morning when I wake up, you will have your breakfast by eating my rotten potty from all night."

Rahul remained lying on the floor, his breath suffocating under Sneha’s hips. He was suffering, but the chain of the collar and the fear of the mistress did not even let him move. Saying this much, Sneha got up and went to the bed to sleep.

On the other side, Rahul’s tongue was now smeared with the filth of her butthole, and he remained lying there on the floor in a half-dead state in his new identity—as an 'Ass-Worshipper' and 'Fart-Inhaler'.

The first ray of morning was filtering through the curtains of the apartment, but for Rahul, this light was not of hope, but the beginning of a new hell. He had been tied in a 'Dog position' on the floor near Miss Sneha’s bed all night. His mouth was swollen, and the smell of the mistress’s all-night gas (farts) and her hips was still settled on his nose. His body was shivering with cold and humiliation, when suddenly there was movement on the bed.

Miss Sneha took a long stretch and opened her eyes. She saw that Rahul was lying at her feet in exactly the same way, like a voiceless animal waiting for its master to wake up. Sneha, with a devilish smile, rubbed one of her naked feet hard on Rahul’s mouth.

"Wake up, dog! Your mistress is awake," Sneha commanded in her heavy, sleep-filled voice. "Come on, first of all, welcome your mistress. My all-night tiredness should descend onto your face."

Sneha put both her naked feet very close to Rahul’s mouth. "Lick-lick and make these naked soles of mine shine. The heat and sweat accumulated in my feet throughout the night is your first breakfast. Take each toe into your mouth and suck it, as if you are tasting some nectar."

Trembling, Rahul stuck out his tongue. His throat was drying up, but he started licking Miss Sneha’s feet. The salty and slightly bitter smell of sweat filled his mouth. Sneha placed one foot on his eye and stuffed the other inside his mouth. "Yes, like this... the dust of your mistress’s feet is your worth. Rub your tongue hard, I should feel ticklish!"

When the feet were cleaned, Sneha moved back a bit on the bed and took off her silk panty which she had been wearing all night. She slapped that panty hard like a slap on Rahul’s nose and mouth.

"Here dog, taste this!" Sneha said exotically. "Look at the back part of this, it was stuck to my butthole all night. The smell of my rotten farts and the filth of my backside is settled in it. Lick it! Clean the entire back part with your tongue."

Rahul caught that dirty panty and started licking it. He was feeling that rotten smell and that pungent taste of the butthole. He was trying to stop himself from vomiting, but Sneha’s eyes were on him. "Now lick the front part! Where my Pussy (choot) was stuck all night. Look, how sticky and wet it is. This is my 'Female Juice', lick it considering it nectar."

Rahul rubbed the wet and sticky front part of the panty on his tongue. That taste was so strong and exotic that Rahul’s head began to spin. He felt as if he had become a dustbin for Miss Sneha’s body.

Now Miss Sneha grabbed Rahul’s hair in her fist so hard that a scream escaped him. She dragged him inside the bathroom. The bathroom tiles were cold, but Sneha’s anger was hot. She made Rahul stand on his knees in the corner of the bathroom and stood right in front of his face.

"Open your mouth, bastard! Open your whole mouth, every single inch!" Sneha shouted the command.

As soon as Rahul opened his mouth out of fear, Miss Sneha placed her pussy straight at the target of his mouth and without any delay, poured a hot, thick yellow-colored urine stream straight down his throat.

Rahul was not able to drink so much pee (urine) all at once. He was suffocating. That hot and salty urine was coming out of his nose and some was slipping from his lips and falling onto the floor.

"Scoundrel! Whatever you drop outside, you will have to lick it up from below!" Sneha applied even more pressure. "Think dog, do you like drinking it straight from my pussy or the dirty pee fallen on the floor? Drink it all... not even a single drop should be wasted. This is your mistress’s 'Holy Water'!"

Crying, Rahul made his tongue like a funnel and quickly started swallowing that hot stream. His stomach was full, but the urine was not stopping. His whole face was smeared with yellow urine. Miss Sneha was laughing loudly; she was getting a different kind of high seeing Rahul’s helplessness.

When Miss Sneha emptied her entire bladder into Rahul’s mouth, she didn't remove her hand immediately. She grabbed Rahul’s hair from behind and started rubbing his face with full force on her pussy (choot).

"You are now nothing more than a 'Tissue Paper' for me," Sneha said with a groan. "Push your face inside my pussy! Lick-lick and make me completely dry and clean. I don't want even a single drop of urine on my pussy. Your face is my towel."

Rahul’s nose and mouth were buried inside Miss Sneha’s wet pussy. He began to shine her skin with his tongue; the mixed taste of urine and her body fluids filled his mouth. Sneha rubbed his head up and down hard, as if she were cleaning some dirty cloth.

"Yes, like that dog! Feel my heat and your humiliation. You are my slave, my animal, my 'Live Toilet'. From today, your every morning will start with my pee and end at my shoes."

Sneha gave him a kick and he fell on the floor, where his own spilled pee was scattered. "Now whatever has fallen below, lick it and clean it! Not a single stain should remain in the bathroom. Hurry up, I have to get ready for a morning walk, and your tongue has to shine my shoes!"

Crying, Rahul started licking that dirty floor. He understood that now his humanity was buried forever under Miss Sneha’s feet and her filth.

Rahul’s eyes were filled with tears seeing the scattered pee on the dirty bathroom floor. His mouth had turned bitter from the taste of Sneha’s hot urine. He was just trying to lick the floor when Miss Sneha again grabbed his hair in her fist and with a jerk, dragged him out of the bathroom.

"Come on bastard! Breakfast is done, now it's time for some exercise," Sneha said in a commanding voice. She dragged him into the bedroom and sat gracefully on the bed scrolling her mobile. Her one naked foot was on Rahul’s head, pinning him to the ground.

Without looking away from the mobile, Sneha commanded, "Dog! I have to go for jogging. Go, open the shoe rack and bring my white sneakers and socks. And remember, if you use your hands, I will cut your hands right there. Like a loyal dog, bring them by holding them in your mouth!"

Fearfully, Rahul crawled and reached the shoe rack kept near the door. As soon as he opened the rack door with his mouth, a smell so sharp, rotten, and pungent hit his nose that his head spun. There was a pile of Miss Sneha’s years-old shoes, boots, heels, and sandals. From every single pair, the dirty smell of her body was coming.

He saw a pair of white sneakers with socks stuffed inside them. As soon as Rahul caught the sneakers with his mouth, the taste of Miss Sneha’s old sweat reached his throat. Those sneakers had not been washed for months; a sticky and smelly layer had formed inside them as the sweat dried over and over. Rahul felt as if he was carrying a piece of cloth from a rotten drain in his mouth.

When Rahul reached the bed, Sneha kicked him. "Keep it down, worthless! Now first take out each sock and 'Deep Smell' it. I want to see how the fragrance of your mistress’s sweat descends into your lungs."

Rahul took out those wet and smelly socks from the sneakers with his mouth. Sneha placed her foot on his neck and pressed him onto the socks. "Smell it! Take a long breath! Feel this months-old sweat and dirt. This is your oxygen."

Rahul pressed the socks to his nose. That smell was so pungent that water started coming from his eyes. He was feeling nauseous, but Sneha’s heel became even tighter on his neck. "Now smell my sneakers! Put your whole mouth inside them and feel the heat of my heel."

Rahul pushed his mouth into the inner part (inner sole) of those sneakers. The rotten smell and the taste of sweat there were so exotic and dark that he became numb. After that, Sneha ordered him to put on the socks and sneakers on her using his mouth and teeth. Rahul did exactly that, stroking her skin with his tongue every inch while putting the sneakers on her.

Standing up, Sneha put her hands on her waist and hit Rahul’s face with her sneaker-clad foot. "Listen dog, there is very big good news for you. Just now, Principal Madam Pooja's message came. She and her daughter, Rani, are coming straight here after jogging. They want to take a 'Taste' of you... they want to see how big and loyal a slave I have made you."

Rahul’s heart sank. Hearing Rani’s name along with Mrs. Pooja, his soul shivered. Rani was considered even more heartless and dominant than her mother.

"If you say even a single word in front of them or show even a little disgust in serving them," Sneha threatened, leaning near his ear, "I will stuff you alive into the bathroom drain. You will have to lick the dust of their feet like nectar. Rani madam is very fond of torturing new slaves, and you are going to be her new toy."

Sneha gave the final command while moving towards the door, "Before I return, this whole house and that bathroom floor where you spilled pee (urine) should shine every inch. And remember, no cloth or mop will be used. Your tongue is your mop. Lick and clean all the scattered pee and dry the floor."

"When I and Madam Pooja come back, I should see the shine of your spit (saliva) on the floor. If I find the smell of pee anywhere, I will tell Madam Pooja to void her dung (mal) on your mouth! Understand dog? Get to work!"

Sneha tied the chain to the hook and walked out laughing. Rahul was left there alone, naked and humiliated. Crying, he crawled towards the bathroom. The yellow pee scattered on the floor had now turned cold. He had to lick that same floor.

Rahul started rubbing his tongue on the floor. That cold and salty urine filled his mouth again. He was licking and drying every single tile, thinking that in a short while, Mrs. Pooja and Rani madam would be here. A new extreme of his humiliation was about to begin.

He was cleaning the entire floor from the bathroom to the bedroom with his tongue, like an animal cleaning its place. In his mind, there was only the smell of Sneha’s sneakers and the fear of the coming storm. His tongue was chafed, but the mistress’s order was law for him. He began to shine every corner with his spit, preparing to surrender himself at the feet of the coming Queens—Pooja and Rani.

Rahul was rubbing his tongue on that cold and sticky bathroom floor where a while ago Miss Sneha had emptied her bladder on him. By licking every tile, he was making it shine, his entire mouth was filled with the taste of salty urine, but there was a tremor of fear in his heart. He knew that in a short while, Mrs. Pooja and her daughter Rani were going to arrive here.

Rani, who was Rahul's classmate in college, was not just a topper but an extremely arrogant and dominant girl. She always looked at Rahul like a worm, and today Rahul was going to be presented like an animal, naked and wearing a collar, in front of that same Rani.

Suddenly, the lock of the apartment's main door opened and the sound of three women's laughter echoed. Sneha had returned from jogging, and with her were Mrs. Pooja and her daughter Rani.  Experience the best in femdom stories right here on our site.

"Where is my new pet?" Rani's sharp voice reached the bedroom. "I have heard Sneha madam has made him completely 'Toilet-Ready'."

Sneha threw open the bedroom door with a jerk. Rahul was in 'Dog position' on the floor, his tongue still cleaning the urine scattered on the floor. Mrs. Pooja, sitting on the sofa in her jogging tracks, took a deep breath; her face was covered in sweat.

"Hey dog! Come here!" Mrs. Pooja said thunderously.

Rahul crawled and reached their feet. Rani placed her jogging shoes on Rahul’s mouth and pressed his face to the floor with her full weight. "Look mom, how humiliated he looks. In class, he used to act like a human, but look now, he is a worm under my shoe."

Mrs. Pooja began to take off her jogging shoes, and the whole room filled with a sharp and heavy fragrance of her feet. She stuffed her sweat-soaked socks (moze) straight onto Rahul’s nose.

"Smell this, bastard!" Pooja said. "I have worn these socks for jogging for the last three days and haven't washed them even once in between. My months-old sweat and dirt are accumulated in them. Take a deep smell of this!"

Rahul stuffed the socks into his mouth. They were so dirty and rotten-smelling that Rahul was about to vomit. Her socks were so soaked that their salty and bitter sweat was sliding onto Rahul’s tongue. For 5 minutes, he smelled and sucked those dirty socks, as if he were chewing a bone.

Then Mrs. Pooja took off her socks and placed her naked feet on Rahul’s mouth. Her feet were long and thin, from which an even more rotten smell was coming than from the socks. "Now suck my every single toe and lick all the sweat from my soles and make me dry. If even one drop remains, then remember what Sneha said."

Wailing, Rahul took her toes into his mouth. He was drinking her old sweat considering it nectar. Her skin was so hot and sweaty that Rahul’s tongue was slipping on her soles. He sucked the sweat of her every single toe and made her soles completely shine.

Now it was Rani's turn. Without wasting time, she stuffed her naked feet straight into Rahul’s mouth. An equally heavy smell was coming from her feet as from Mrs. Pooja’s.

"Rahul... remember in class when you used to look at me?" Rani said with a devilish laugh. "Now look, your mistress is inside your mouth. From my heel to my soles, for the next 15 minutes you will only kiss and feel my heat."

Rani commanded him to start from the big toe of her left foot. "The dirt and sweat accumulated between my toes (Toe Jam), take it out with your tongue and eat it. Every single inch should be clean."

Rahul put his tongue between Rani’s toes. There was a sticky mixture of rotten dirt and sweat. Rahul was licking and eating it, while Rani lay back on the sofa and closed her eyes, taking the sensation of Rahul’s tongue on her soles. She was using Rahul’s mouth like a dustbin, getting all her 'Toe Jam' cleaned in his mouth.

The last turn was Miss Sneha’s. When she took off her jogging shoes, the whole room filled with such a rotten stench that even Rani and Pooja held their noses.

Sneha placed her feet on Rahul’s face with such force that he began to suffocate. "Smell this loudly! Everyone should hear that you are drinking my rotten smell."

Rahul began to smell her dirty feet. Black dirt and filth were filled under her nails. Sneha decided that Rahul would do her pedicure with his tongue.

"Take out the filth from under my nails with your tongue and suck it," Sneha commanded. "I want to see the taste of this dirt along with the salty sweat in your mouth too."

For 30 minutes, Rahul cleaned the filth from under Miss Sneha’s nails, all the sweat between her toes, and the rotten skin of her soles by licking. He was swallowing every salty drop of her feet. His tongue had become numb by now, but the laughter and humiliation of the mistresses had made him a slave animal.

The story of Rahul’s humiliation had now come to a new and more disgusting turn. Mrs. Pooja, who besides being the college Principal was now Rahul’s most dominant mistress, stood up from the sofa. Her jogging session had just finished, and her whole body was soaked in sweat. She raised both her hands in the air and locked them behind her head, making her soaked t-shirt tighten around her armpits (bagalon).

"Hey bastard dog! Come here, to me!" Mrs. Pooja said thunderously. Her voice had that same old harsh and commanding coldness that would send a shiver through Rahul’s body.

Rahul, who was lying in 'Dog position' naked on the floor, immediately crawled and reached near her feet. Sneha and Rani were sitting on the sofa laughing, their full attention now on this new spectacle.

Mrs. Pooja raised one hand even higher, bringing the armpit part of her t-shirt, which had turned completely wet and yellow (yellowish) with sweat, very close to Rahul’s nose. "Smell this, bastard! This is fresh jogging sweat. Tell me, what kind of smell is coming from your mistress’s body?"

Fearfully, Rahul placed his nose on the soaked cloth of her t-shirt. From it came a heavy, salty, and sharp smell which was a mixture of months of hard work and the true filth of her body. "It—it's a very strong smell, mistress..." Rahul said, sobbing.

"Not strong dog, this is your mistress’s 'Perfume'!" Pooja shouted, grabbed his head, and stuffed it into her armpit. "Now take out your tongue and suck the sweat through this t-shirt. Every single inch should be dry. Drink it considering it nectar!"

Rahul forcedly took out his tongue and started sucking the armpit part of her t-shirt. The cloth was so filled with sweat that the salty taste began to descend down Rahul’s throat. From one side to the other, he began to clean that smelly part of her t-shirt by licking and sucking. Sneha gave a kick from behind, "Suck harder, worthless! Madam’s t-shirt should become completely dry from your mouth!"

When Rahul had sucked and soaked the t-shirt from both sides, Mrs. Pooja took off her t-shirt with a jerk and threw it away. Now she was standing only in her sports bra, and her naked, sweat-glistening armpits were in front of Rahul’s face.

"Now the real breakfast begins," Pooja said with a devilish smile. She raised her right (daaya) hand. There were slight hairs (armpit hair) in her armpit, which were stuck together due to sweat and in which small particles (kan) of dead skin were trapped.

"Smell it now! Deep inhale!" Pooja commanded. Rahul pushed his nose straight into her naked armpit. The smell there was ten times more pungent and rotten than the t-shirt. That was the true 'Female odor' of her body.

"Now get started dog. Clean these hairs with your tongue. Every single hair should be in your mouth," Mrs. Pooja said exotically. Rahul rubbed his tongue on her armpit. Those slight hairs were pricking his tongue, but that thick and sticky taste of sweat filled his whole mouth. He caught those hairs with his lips and began to suck them, as if he were cleaning the skin of some dirty animal.

Rani taunted, "Look mom, how he is licking! Like some hungry pup eating the mistress’s dirt (mail). Rahul, are you enjoying drinking the Principal madam's sweat?"

Mrs. Pooja raised her other hand and signaled Rahul. "Now do the same on this side too. I don't want even one drop of sweat. Your tongue is my personal towel."

Rahul hit his mouth into her other armpit. He was swallowing the fresh salty sweat coming out of her pores while licking her skin. Mrs. Pooja placed her hand on his head and pressed him hard into her armpit, causing Rahul to suffocate. He could only feel the sharp filth of her body.

"Yes, lick bastard! Lick-lick and make it a mirror!" Pooja said with a groan; she was getting a strange peace in this humiliation-filled service of Rahul. Rahul’s tongue was tired, but the mistress’s 'Salt' had now become his new breakfast. He shone every corner of her armpit, where dirt and sweat were accumulated, by rubbing it with his tongue.

"Now see Sneha," Pooja said showing her cleaned armpits, "This dog has licked so well that there is no need for deodorant. Right Rahul? How was the taste?"

Rahul, banging his head on the floor, said, "Very... very delicious mistress. Your sweat is my destiny."

Rahul licked her spit from the floor and kept wailing, lying at their feet completely having become an 'Armpit Slave'.

After shining Mrs. Pooja’s sweat-soaked armpits, Rahul’s tongue was now numb from the salty and sharp smell. He was panting, his face red with humiliation. Just then Rani, who until now had been enjoying the fun of Rahul’s condition sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up and came to stand in front of him.

Rani rolled up the sleeves of her jogging top and locked both her hands behind her head. Her body was tight like an athlete’s, and her armpits (bagalein) were completely clean and shaven—there wasn't a single hair, just a glistening layer (sateh) of sweat that had accumulated there due to jogging.  Where authority meets prose: Welcome to our femdom story collection.

"Now it's my turn, Rahul," Rani said with a vicious (nili) smile. "Mummy's armpits were a bit old and rotten, but the taste of my armpits will make you my slave forever. In class, you used to long to talk to me, right? Take it, today I am giving you the chance to drink the filth of my armpit."

Rani put her right (daaya) hand very close to Rahul’s nose. "First smell it, bastard! This is a scent like my young and hot pussy which is coming out of my armpit. Take a deep breath!"

Fearfully, Rahul pushed his nose into Rani’s velvety and sweat-glistening armpit. The smell there was different from Mrs. Pooja’s—this was sharper, fresher, and 'exotic'. That dangerous intoxication of a young girl's body began to climb into Rahul’s brain.

"How is my smell feeling, dog?" Rani jerked him by catching his ear.

"Mistress... very... very intoxicating," Rahul said, sobbing.

"Then now bring this intoxication onto your tongue!" Rani shouted the command. "Take out your tongue and start licking this clean, smooth armpit of mine. The sweat coming out of every single pore should go into your stomach!"

Rahul took out his tongue and rubbed it on Rani’s smooth armpit. Because there was not a single hair there, his tongue was slipping on Rani’s soft skin like marble. Rani’s armpit sweat was very salty and a bit sticky.

"Yes, like that dog! Push your whole tongue deep inside," Rani said with a groan. She pressed Rahul’s head even harder into her armpit with her hand, causing Rahul’s mouth to be completely buried in Rani’s skin. He began to clean the line (crease) in the middle of her armpit with the tip of his tongue, swallowing every remaining drop there.

Sneha said laughing from behind, "Look Rani, how he is going crazy for your smell! Just like a thirsty animal licking your skin."

Rani gave a devilish laugh. "Now it's not just licking. Rahul, take my armpit into your mouth and 'Suck'! I want you to extract my sweat from my body. Make a vacuum with your lips and start sucking my armpit!"

Rahul did exactly that. He stuck his lips onto Rani’s naked, hairless armpit and started sucking hard. Rani felt a little ticklish but she was feeling more dominant than that. "Ahhh... yes, like that bastard! Suck hard! All the salt of my body should come into your mouth."

Rahul filled both sides of her armpits into his mouth one by one. He was sucking her sweat while pressing Rani’s soft skin slightly between his teeth and lips. With every suction, the 'exotic' body smell of Rani was filling his windpipe.

He did the same in Rani's left (baayi) armpit too—first took a deep smell, then made it wet by licking, and finally sucked it with full force. Rani placed both her hands on his head and pressed him downwards, as if she were cleaning a dustbin.

"Now see mom," Rani said lowering both her hands, "He has cleaned my armpits so well that now I don't even feel the need to bathe. There is magic in this dog's tongue, or maybe he is just too hungry for my filth."

Rahul was lying on the floor panting, his mouth smeared with the mixed sweat of Rani and Mrs. Pooja.

Rahul’s condition had now become worse than even a gutter worm. His mouth and nose were already numb from the salty and sharp smell of Mrs. Pooja and Rani madam's sweat. On his face, the filth of those mistresses' armpits (bagalon) had settled like a smelly layer. But the real 'Training' was still left, because now Miss Sneha—who had brought Rahul into this hell—was waiting for her turn.

Miss Sneha took off her jogging jacket, under which she was wearing a completely tight sleeveless sports top. She sat on the sofa with great pride, raising both her hands and locking them behind her head. Her armpits (bagalein) were completely naked and glistening with sweat. Rahul noticed carefully that there was slightly rough skin there, as if she had shaved just a few days ago and new hairs were trying to come out.

"Hey bastard dog! Come here!" Sneha said thunderously in her sharp voice. "My sweat is more poisonous than both of them. Let's see if your manhood can endure the smell of my armpit or not."

Rahul, crawling on his knees and palms, reached near Sneha’s feet. Sneha placed one of her legs on his shoulder and stuffed her right (daaya) hand very close to his nose.

"Smell it! Take a deep breath!" Sneha commanded. Rahul pushed his nose into her rough and soaked armpit. The smell there was completely different from Rani and Pooja—it was more 'pungent', rotten, and 'musky'. Perhaps sweat stayed longer on the shaved part, so a stench was coming from there that was making Rahul’s head spin.

"Mistress... very... very rotten smell," Rahul said, groaning with pain.

"Not rotten dog, this is your 'Oxygen'!" Sneha gave a laugh. "Now take out your dirty tongue and start licking this rough skin of mine. I want the sweat of every single pore in your stomach!"

As soon as Rahul tried to put his tongue on Sneha's armpit, Sneha stopped him with a jerk. "Stop! Your mouth is drying up a lot. I'll give you some 'Lubricant'."  Access a world of femdom storytelling on our platform.

Sneha opened her mouth and dropped a big, thick spit (thook) straight into the middle of her own armpit. That spit mixed with her sweat and became a sticky mixture. "Now lick this! My spit and my sweat are your breakfast. It must be completely clean!"

Without delay, Rahul started licking that spit and sweat with his tongue. That rotten smell and the stickiness of the spit were descending down his throat. He rubbed his tongue into every single corner of her armpit. Those rough hairs, which were just coming out, were pricking his tongue like thorns, but he could not stop. Sneha, by pressing his head into her armpit, was forcing him to lick even harder.

Now Sneha raised her left (baaya) hand and signaled Rahul. "Now come to this side, bastard," and she also spits on her left armpit.

As soon as Rahul brought his mouth near Sneha’s other armpit, Mrs. Pooja and Rani both stood up. There was a demonic smile on both of their faces.

"We should also increase this dog's breakfast a little," Mrs. Pooja said. She brought her mouth near Sneha’s armpit and threw a forceful spit (thook) there. Rani also immediately dropped her spit there. Now Sneha’s left armpit was smeared with the spit of all three Queens and Sneha’s jogging sweat.

"Get started dog! The intoxication of us three should go inside you all at once!" Rani shouted.

Rahul took out his tongue, but he was feeling disgusted. He hesitated a bit, so Mrs. Pooja grabbed his hair in her fist from behind and, giving his head a hard jerk, shoved it into Sneha’s armpit.

"Scoundrel! How did you have the audacity to stop?" Pooja said thunderously. Grabbing Rahul’s head, she started rubbing it on Sneha’s armpit like a mop (poocha). Rahul’s entire face—his eyes, nose, and mouth—became drowned in the spit and sweat of those three.

Rahul was suffocating. His mouth was filled with the 'saliva' of the three mistresses and Sneha’s bitter sweat. While rubbing his face on her skin, he was swallowing all their waste.

"Lick hard bastard! Suck it all up!" Sneha said with a groan. Rahul stuck his lips onto Sneha’s rough skin and started hard suction. He was extracting sweat from her pores, while Pooja and Rani were laughing at him from above and hurling abuses at him.

"Look at how this college student is drinking our spit!" Rani kicked him on his back. "Rahul, you are not a man, you are a living toilet paper for us. Lick-lick and clean your mistress!"

For a full 15 minutes, Rahul shined Sneha’s armpits with his tongue. He took every single drop, every single sticky droplet into his mouth and swallowed it. When that side became completely dry and clean, Sneha threw him away with a jerk.