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

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Rahul lay on the cold floor of the washroom in a half-dead state. His entire existence was trembling with pain and humiliation. His mouth was still filled with that sharp, salty, and bitter taste of Miss Sneha's urine, which, mixing with his saliva, was burning his throat. His head was spinning and even breathing was becoming difficult because, with every breath, that same foul stench was going into his lungs. He had thought that perhaps this sequence would stop now, but this was only the beginning of his destruction.

Suddenly, Miss Sneha's sharp and harsh voice echoed from outside, hitting Rahul's ears like a bolt of lightning. "Hey dog! Where did you die? Can't you hear me calling you for so long? Get out right now!"

Rahul grabbed the ground with trembling hands and, walking on all four limbs (knees and palms) like a humiliated animal, began to crawl out of the washroom. His head was bowed low, and his tongue, which just a while ago was in the commode, was hanging out from exhaustion. As soon as he came out, Mrs. Pooja (Principal) and Miss Sneha started laughing loudly upon seeing his condition. There was no mercy in their laughter, only an intoxication—the intoxication of their power and Rahul's helplessness.

Mrs. Pooja, sitting back slightly in her chair, crossed one leg over the other and waved her shining heels in the air near Rahul's face. "Oh look Sneha madam, this dog is already half-dead! The torture hasn't even properly begun yet, and he's already breathless. How will this work? I still have to recover your entire year's fees, and those fees you will not pay with money, but with your disgrace and my slavery."

Miss Sneha took a step forward and lifted Rahul's chin with the tip of her red embroidered jutti so that she could look into his eyes, which had turned red. With a deep smile, she said, "Madam, this dog is not yet worthy of the high-class service of you and your daughter. He can neither endure a kick properly nor does he know the right way to shine footwear. Hand him over to me for a while. I will take him to my house and give him 'Personal Training.' I will teach him how a real slave servant is made, and how the worship of the mistress's spit and juttis is done."

Mrs. Pooja loved this idea. Nodding her head, she said, "Absolutely Sneha madam! Take him with you. Train him so much, break him so much, that when he comes back to me, his tongue is always ready for my heels. Make him a perfect 'Human Footstool' and 'Live Door Mat' for my daughter. Every single drop of humanity should be removed from his mind."

Hearing this, Miss Sneha grabbed Rahul's hair in her fist so hard that a scream escaped him. She jerked his head back, bringing Rahul's pain-filled face directly in front of her dominant eyes.

"Listen you dog!" Sneha said, spitting on his face. "Now you won't serve the Principal madam directly at her house. First, you will come to my house, as my private slave. There, your tongue will clean my juttis, and your body will become the rest for my feet. Only when I break you completely and you become a loyal dog will you be worthy of madam."

Rahul, crying and pleading, said, "Ma-madam... please... don't give such a big punishment... I will die..."

But Miss Sneha landed a forceful slap on his cheek, causing new blood to come out of his mouth. "Shut up! A slave has no right to speak. You will only say 'Yes Queen.' Take my address; reach my house straight after college is over. If there is even a minute's delay, remember, what you drank today—the commode water—was just the beginning. At my house, I will make you drink a gutter even filthier than that!"

Miss Sneha, rubbing her jutti against Rahul's mouth again, said, "Right now, lick and shine this jutti of mine, so that I look forward to your arrival. And remember, you will not come walking on two legs; the whole way you will feel like an animal, knowing who your mistress is."

Rahul, out of pain and fear, began licking the soles of her juttis again. His entire mouth had swollen, but Miss Sneha and Mrs. Pooja's roars of laughter were echoing in the office. They considered Rahul nothing more than a dustbin.

Mrs. Pooja, pressing her heel hard on his back one last time, said, "Go Sneha madam, take this garbage away. Let's see how much of a 'domesticated' dog you can make him. Next time I see him, he should only know how to bark and lick."

Rahul remained lying there on the floor while both ladies walked out laughing. Only one thing was spinning in his mind—what was going to happen to him at Miss Sneha's house. He understood that his life was no longer his own; he had now become just a toy for these dominant and cruel women.

For Rahul, the journey from college to the house was nothing less than a catastrophe. His entire body was breaking with pain, and the inside of his mouth, which was filled with the taste of Miss Sneha's urine and dirty juttis, had now started to swell. But the fear was so deep that he couldn't refuse. After reaching home, he tried to do a little cleaning, but that dangerous laughter of Mrs. Pooja and Miss Sneha was echoing in his ears. He gathered courage and reached the address given by Miss Sneha—a posh apartment, whose 7th floor was going to be Rahul's new hell.

When he stood outside the flat, his hands were trembling. He rang the bell fearfully. After a few seconds of silence, that same heavy and dominant voice of Miss Sneha came from inside, giving orders like a mistress.

"Come in dog! The door is open. But remember, the moment you stepped onto the threshold of this house, you left your humanity outside. From now on you are an animal, and walk in exactly as dogs walk. If you dare to walk on two legs, I swear I will strip your skin and hang it on the wall! Move, come inside my slave!"

Rahul's heart sank. He took a deep breath and bowed down on his knees and palms right there at the door. He entered crawling in a dog position. The view of the house was very luxurious, but for Rahul, it was a golden cage. On the big sofa in front, Miss Sneha was sitting in a very commanding position. She was still wearing those same red embroidered juttis from college and the same dress, which was making her dominant avatar even more dangerous. She was watching TV and there was a strange peace on her face, as if she were waiting for some prey.

Rahul quietly went near her sofa and sat in a corner in a 'Dog position,' with his head bowed down. He thought perhaps he would get a little peace now, but as soon as Miss Sneha's gaze fell on him, she thundered with anger.

"Dog! I haven't called you here to rest! Do you have so much nerve that you sit here like this without my permission? Remember you scoundrel, a slave can never sit free. This is the very first and basic rule of slavery—that every moment, every second you will be busy in the service of your mistress. If I ever see you idle or sitting empty like this, I will crush your testicles with these kicks of my feet such that you won't even be left worthy of being called a man!"

Rahul started shivering with fear. He immediately corrected his position and moved forward near her feet.

"Come here dog! And surrender this disgraced life (tongue) and this dirty mouth of yours to me. From now on this body of yours is mine, it belongs to my juttis!" Miss Sneha ordered, shouting.

Rahul, without delay, rapidly crawled to her feet. He saw that because of the dust and dirt of the path, Miss Sneha's juttis had become a bit dirty. He stuck out his swollen and pain-filled tongue and started licking the soles of her juttis. With every lick, the grittiness of the dirt was pricking his injured tongue, but the fear of the mistress was so much that he didn't stop. Like a hungry animal, he began cleaning her juttis by licking and licking them, rubbing his whole mouth under her juttis.

After watching this disgrace of his for a while, Miss Sneha gave a mocking laugh and said, "Stop now dog, this licking of dust was just your warmup. Now the real work begins. Move, take off these juttis of mine, and then with your mouth, lick my bare calves and feet with your wet tongue and make them shine so much that I feel as if I have just now bathed. Every corner, every toe should shine. Move, get started!"

As soon as Rahul moved his hands forward so that he could catch the heel of the jutti to remove it, just then—THUD!

Miss Sneha landed a forceful kick on his chest. Rahul flipped backward and his breath got stuck. He began to groan with pain, but Miss Sneha stood up over him, the tip of her jutti was at his throat.

"Dog! How are you forgetting your status again and again? Did I give you permission to touch? Remember you scoundrel, you are a slave dog, and a dog doesn't have hands to do work! A dog uses only his mouth and his tongue for all his work. If you try to touch these expensive juttis of mine with your dirty hands again, I will have your hands cut off and stuffed into your own mouth! Understand dog?"

Rahul nodded his head while crying, "Yes... yes mistress... forgive me mistress..."

"You still have a lot to learn, you worthless fellow. I will leave you only after making you a complete animal from a human. Now stick out your tongue, and pull these juttis off my feet using your teeth and mouth. Not even a scratch should come on the jutti, or else I will strip your hide!"

Rahul, trembling, put his mouth on the back part of her jutti. He caught the leather of the jutti with his teeth and slowly began to separate it from her bare foot. Miss Sneha was putting pressure by placing her other foot on his head, as if she wanted to bury him into the ground.

"Yes, like that dog! Feel the taste of my jutti and the warmth of your mistress's feet. Tonight I will show you what the slavery of a real 'Queen' is. You are now just a living thing (object) for me. Every spit of mine, every dust of my juttis is your fate. Put your tongue on my bare toes now, and soak them with your saliva!"

Rahul's injured tongue was now on the bare soles of Miss Sneha's feet. He was licking the space between her toes; the taste of dirt and sweat was going down to his throat, but the brutality in Miss Sneha's eyes was forcing him to do this disgusting work. She stuffed one foot into his mouth and began rubbing it hard, as if his mouth were a dustbin.

"The party has just started dog... wait you, now I will teach you everything that you wouldn't have even thought of in your dreams," Miss Sneha said with a demonic smile.

Rahul's tongue was now rubbing miserably on the soft yet dominant soles of Miss Sneha's bare feet. With every lick, he was feeling the warmth of the mistress's feet and the scent of her body. Sneha placed her other foot on Rahul's neck and pressed it hard, causing Rahul's mouth to stick completely to her sole.

Miss Sneha took a deep breath and, bringing a demonic smile to her lips, said, "Stop now dog! Now the most important part of your 'Training Lesson' begins. Until now I have only broken your body, but now I will make your soul a slave. From today you are not a human, you are my property. Listen carefully, these are the 'Slave Rules' that should be settled in your every vein. Speak you scoundrel, are you ready to hear the rules of your new slave life?"

Rahul shouted, "Yes... yes mistress! I am ready... I am your pet animal!"

Sneha, pulling his hair, brought him close to her face and spoke every word as if she were plunging a dagger into his ears. "Then listen dog, this is your slave-contract (Slave Contract):"

"First Rule," Sneha said and made a mark on Rahul's neck with her finger, "you will always keep a 'Dog Collar' (dog's belt) provided by me tied around your neck. This belt will show the world that you have no identity of your own, you are just Miss Sneha's pet dog. You will never remove it, whether you are bathing or sleeping."

Rahul said pleadingly, "Yes mistress, this belt will remind me of my status."

"Second Rule," Sneha landed a light kick on his mouth, "You will perform my 'Worship' at least twice a day. And my worship means—licking my juttis and my bare soles with your tongue. Until my skin shines and my juttis become like new, your tongue should not stop."

"Third Rule," Sneha, moving forward, whispered near his ear, "Whenever you are giving me 'Service,' your entire focus will only be on my satisfaction and my happiness. You will remain alert every moment to surrender yourself at my feet. You will always wait for that opportunity where you can do something for me that makes you look different from the rest of the men in the world, low and a slave."

Sneha burst into laughter and said, "You have no status before me, scoundrel. You are just a 'Utility Object' (item of need) for me. I can use you as much as I want, break you, or throw you in the garbage. Your body and your mind, both are my property."

Rahul's condition was bad, but Sneha was now looking toward his male private parts. She placed her heel on his lower body and said, "The next rule is the most dangerous. I will lock your penis (land) with a 'Chastity Belt' forever. From today, you cannot even touch your organ without your mistress's permission. Your sexual energy will be only for me, for my happiness. Until I give the order, you will live like an impotent dog."

"Listen dog," Sneha grabbed his chin hard, "Your mouth and your tongue will always be ready to satisfy my Pussy (Choot). Whenever I give you the order, you will perform my worship with full passion and pressure. And remember, when you are licking my pussy, your both hands will always be tied behind your back, so that your whole body remains open like a 'Footrest' for me. I will sit on top of you, enjoying your hard work while crushing your body."

There was a strange glint in Sneha's eyes. "And listen, when you are satisfying me, not a single drop of the (fluid) coming out from me should be wasted. You will drink it considering it nectar. If even a single drop falls on the ground, I will have your tongue burnt with hot tongs! Understand dog?"

Now Miss Sneha said that thing which made Rahul's hair stand on end. She threw him down from the sofa and placed her foot on his mouth.

"The biggest rule... Whenever I need the 'Toilet' (to urinate), you will sit there opening your mouth in place of the toilet seat. I will urinate directly inside your mouth, and you will drink every drop of my urine (mut) just as a thirsty dog drinks water. When I have finished urinating, your tongue will do the work of 'Toilet Paper' for me. You will lick and lick to make me completely dry and clean."

Tears began to flow from Rahul's eyes, but Miss Sneha's obsession was increasing.

"Not just that dog... If I have to do 'Latrine' (Potty) and I don't feel like going to the bathroom, you will open your mouth like a 'Commode.' I will defecate (shitting) in your mouth, and you will eat and swallow every piece of my potty! After that, your tongue will go inside my anus (Asshole) and clean it until it shines. If you want, I will drop my filth on your spread hands, and you will lick and clean me from there too."

Sneha landed a forceful kick on his back and said, "Speak dog! Is this acceptable to you? Are you ready to become my 'Live Toilet'? Speak 'Yes Queen'!"

Rahul, banging his head on the ground, licking the nails of Miss Sneha's bare feet, screamed while crying, "YES QUEEN! YES MY DIVINE MISTRESS! I am your garbage, I am your toilet!"

There was a strange mixture of fear and obsession in Rahul's eyes. He was lying on the ground near Miss Sneha's bare feet, carving her every word into his brain like a line on a stone. Sneha rubbed one of her juttis hard on Rahul's face and continued the list of her new rules.

"Listen dog! Right now I have only opened your mind, now I will clean the garbage of your whole life. Remember these rules, or else I will make your every day a hell," Sneha said with a dominant smile.

Sneha, lifting his chin with her heel, said, "Whenever I come home from college or outside, you will immediately take off all your clothes and become naked. You are an animal, and animals do not wear clothes. You will come crawling to the door in a 'Dog position' with a naked body and start smelling and licking my feet just like a hungry dog does when its master arrives. I should feel your every breath on my feet."

Rahul bowed his head trembling, but Sneha did not stop. "And listen, when I feel that you have completely become my slave, I will have a 'Tattoo' made forever on any part of your body, perhaps on your back or on your buttocks. On it, in big letters, it will be written—'PROPERTY OF MISS SNEHA'. This will be your new identity."

"Where will your place be at the time of eating, do you know?" Sneha gave a roar of laughter. "You will never sit at the dining table equal to me. While I am sitting above eating food with pride, you will remain sitting like a 'Sitting Dog' down on the floor near my feet, with your tongue stuck out. I will chew my food, and when I feel like it, I will drop that chewed morsel on the floor and crush it with my sandal."

Rahul's throat was drying up, but Sneha's order continued. "You will immediately clean that food stuck on my sandal by licking and licking it with your tongue, and then you will have to lick the garbage scattered on the floor as well. While you are licking the floor, I will put my entire weight along with my sandal on your head, so that your face is stuck to the ground. Your 'Breakfast' and 'Lunch' will be just that—the leftovers of my plate and that water with which I wash my hands. You will lick every drop considering it nectar."

"Your work will start as soon as it is morning," Sneha jerked him by catching his hair. "You will become a 'Mare' (Ghodi) for me. I will sit on your naked body and you will carry me loaded on your back to the bathroom. While I am doing latrine (potty), you will sit right there and take the smell of that filth. As soon as I get up, you will, without feeling disgusted, put your tongue inside my Asshole (the hole of the anus) and make it shine completely. I should not need toilet paper."

"When I brush," she continued, "you will sit near my feet opening your mouth. All the foam and spit from my mouth will go straight down your throat. You will swallow it immediately and open your mouth again so that I can spit again. Your mouth is my personal 'Spittoon' (thookdan)."

"You are not just an animal for me, you are also an item (object)," Sneha said sitting comfortably on the sofa. "I can use you like a 'Footstool' anytime. For hours you will carry my weight on your back while I watch TV. Or else, for hours you will satisfy me by licking and licking my pussy (choot). Your mouth will not stop until my fluid (orgasm) comes out."

Sneha, looking into his eyes with a disgusting mischief, said, "I enjoy humiliating you very much. I will make you wear ladies 'Bra-Panty,' apply red lipstick on your lips, and carry out the funeral of your manhood by stuffing a rolling pin or dildo into your backside (ass). I will give you dirty abuses and you will listen to those abuses considering them as your praise."

"The biggest test will be when my 'Boyfriend' comes to meet me," Sneha said. "Like a slave, you will tighten his land (penis) by sucking and sucking it, and prepare my choot for sex by licking it. While that man is having sex with me, you will remain lying under my choot opening your mouth. As soon as he drops his fluid (semen) on my choot, you will pounce and lick it up. You will make that man's land and my choot both shine with your tongue."

"Finally remember," Sneha said, spitting hard on Rahul's face, "every 'Waste' coming out from my body is your food. My urine (mut), my potty, my spit, the dust of my juttis, the dirty water of my underwear, and the waste of my nose—you will eat and drink all of this. Your tongue is my method of cleaning."

The old spark in Rahul's eyes had now completely vanished; there remained only fear, disgrace, and a dirty intoxication of slavery. Miss Sneha saw how Rahul was caressing the nails of her bare feet with his injured tongue. She caught his hair and pulled his face back hard, so hard that the bones of his neck cracked.

"Stop you scoundrel! The most important and disgusting rule is still left," Sneha said with a murderous smile. "This rule will mix your manhood into the dirt and make you realize that you are worse than a worm of a sewer."

Sneha brought her heavy hips (kulle) a little up and brought them exactly near Rahul's mouth, so close that Rahul's nose could feel the warmth of her body.

"Listen dog," Sneha ordered in a commanding voice, "Every single thing of my body is 'Prasad' for you, whether it is my spit or the foul air coming out from my backside. From today the rule is that whenever I am about to have a 'Fart' (paad), I will signal you or stuff my hips directly onto your face. At that time, no matter how important the work you are in—whether you are cleaning my juttis or serving some other mistress—you will have to leave all that and immediately stick your mouth onto the hole of my anus (Ass)."

Rahul asked tremblingly, "Yes... yes mistress, meaning I have to smell it?"

"Not just smell, scoundrel!" Sneha landed a sharp slap on his cheek. "You have to open your mouth and stick to the hole of my anus like a vacuum. When my gas (fart) comes out, it will not go wandering into the air. It should descend straight inside your throat. You have to take long breaths and fill that dirty and rotten smell into your lungs. Until all that smell has gone inside you and I get relief, you will not remove your mouth from there."

Sneha, rubbing his nose hard between her hips, said further, "You are a 'Human Exhaust Fan' for me. When my foul air goes into your mouth, you will have to feel its taste. If you screw up your nose or feel disgusted while the gas is coming out, I will fill that same gas into your mouth along with spit and choke you. You will 'inhale' that smell until it is completely finished. You will drink it considering it nectar."

Rahul's body was shivering violently. He hadn't even thought that someone could fall so low. But Miss Sneha's dominant form was bent on humiliating him even further.

"Understand dog?" Sneha asked, putting the full weight of her heel on his back. "Speak, that my foul air is your fate! Speak that you are the slave of my anus!"

Rahul, pleading, while being crushed under her hips, screamed, "YES QUEEN! Your foul gas is fragrance for me! I am your exhaust fan mistress! Whenever you fart, I will take it down into my throat! Please mistress, give me the chance to do this foul service!"

Miss Sneha began to laugh loudly, her laughter echoing throughout the entire room.

Rahul, sobbing, grabbed Miss Sneha's feet. He was completely broken. "Mistress... I am also a human, why are you behaving like this with me?" Just then Sneha landed a hard kick. "Scoundrel, you are not human, now you are my dog, pig, everything... and..."

"Listen you scoundrel," Sneha said in a very serious and dangerous tone. "All these rules I have told you—whether it is inhaling my fart, becoming my toilet, or worshipping my juttis—you have to learn these as quickly as possible. Remove the garbage of humanity from your mind and as quickly as you can mold yourself into this mold of my slavery, mold yourself."

Rahul was only taking sobs; he didn't have the courage to speak. Sneha, pulling his hair, said further, "Until all this disgrace descends into your blood, until your body and mind consider yourself an 'Object,' until then you won't become worthy of doing the real slavery of Principal madam. Remember, the price of your year-long fees is being paid by Mrs. Pooja herself, and you can repay her debt only with your disgrace."

Sneha gave a roar of laughter and kicked Rahul. "I am only your 'Trainer,' but the real game will start at the house of Mrs. Pooja and her daughter. They both will drop you so low that you will forget that you were ever a college student. For them, you will be just a dustbin, a footstool, and a jutti of the feet. Therefore, it is better for you that you memorize all these 'Slave Rules' here with me."

"Kill the man inside you dog," Sneha whispered into his ear in an exotic way. "Remain alert every moment to surrender yourself at the feet of Mrs. Pooja and her daughter. Your every breath should now be for their happiness. If you make even a slight mistake in training here with me, I won't send you to them at all, but right here I will take the life out of you by making you suffer."

Rahul banged his head at her feet. "Yes... yes mistress! I will learn... I will become Mrs. Pooja's most loyal dog. I will pay my fees with my disgrace!"

Sneha jerked her chain and led Rahul toward the kitchen, pulling him. "Come, enough talk now. It's time for my dinner, and I have saved some 'Special Leftovers' for you which you will eat by licking and licking from the floor under my feet. Move dog, crawl!"

Rahul had now completely become a slave, who was crawling toward his new hell like an animal, knowing that his real destruction was yet to come.