The Step-Mother & Sisters' Pet: A Domestic Femdom Story (Part-three)

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Jay, terrified, ran toward the kitchen, his breath heavy and a hell of imaginations running through his mind. He quickly prepared coffee and walked on tiptoes toward Riya's room. In his mind, Sia's disgusting act was spinning again and again—how she had mixed her filth into the tea and reduced Jay's existence to dust. Jay knew that Riya was much more strict and arrogant than Sia. Riya had never looked at Jay with a sister's eye; for her, Jay had always been a servant or a pet animal.

When Jay gently pushed the door of Riya's room, there was silence. Riya was not in the room. Jay's heart sank. He immediately remembered that Riya goes to the gym after her morning walk and badminton, and he was quite late in bringing her coffee. The condition of the room was extremely bad—Riya's sweat-drenched night dress was lying on the floor, the bed was messy, and her dirty socks were thrown in a corner. Jay thought that if he polished the room before Riya's arrival, maybe her anger would lessen a bit. He immediately got to work, picked up Riya's night dress and socks, threw them into the bathroom, and started fixing the bed.

Just then, there was the sound of heavy footsteps at the door. Jay turned back and saw that Riya was standing there. She was completely drenched in sweat, her gym gear was sticking to her body, and there was a brutal anger on her face.

"Scoundrel! Is this the time for you to come? Not a single work is done properly by you!" Riya roared. "Today, because of you, I missed my morning tea, and you will get such a punishment for this that you will remember it for generations."

Jay said, stammering, "Riya... that, in Maa's work..."  Discover the dark side of power. Click to read our latest  femdom story.

Before Jay could even complete his sentence, Riya delivered a resounding slap on his cheek. Jay's head spun and tears came out of his eyes.

"Scoundrel! How dare you take my name? Don't forget, your status in this house is equal to a dirty pig. We three are your Masters and you are our slave. From today onwards, if you take my name, I will pull your tongue out!" Riya said in a terrifying voice.

Riya sat on the bed. The sharp droplets of sweat rising from her body were shining on her tight, fit body. She said in a dominating voice, "Listen you pig, now your real punishment will start. And remember, if you make even a single negligence, that diary will go straight to Dad."

Riya spread both her feet forward. She pointed towards her heavy sports shoes (sneakers) and said, "Today has been a very tiring day, and a lot of sweat is coming in my feet."

Jay hesitated a little, so Riya scolded him and said, "If you don't do exactly what I am saying, I will not only tell Papa everything, but I will also expose all your secrets naked in front of everyone. Therefore, it is better that you get to work immediately!"

Jay sat down on his knees and started removing Riya's shoe with trembling hands. Riya immediately stopped him, "No! I want you to kiss them first, and then remove them with the help of your teeth. After removing each shoe, you have to smell inside it until I tell you to stop."

Riya's excitement was now at its peak. The authority she got over her brother was making her feel so highly dominant that it was becoming difficult for her to handle it. She had become completely sure that she would never free Jay; she would keep him as her centuries-old slave. Jay, terrified, held Riya's left shoe with his teeth. Riya pressed her foot down a little so that Jay had to apply force. As soon as the shoe came off, the rotten and sharp smell of Riya's sweat-soaked foot filled Jay's nostrils.

"Now put your nose inside the shoe!" Riya ordered.

Jay put his nose inside that dirty, sweat-soaked sneaker and started smelling it. That smell was so sharp and bitter that tears kept flowing continuously from Jay's eyes and he started suffocating. But Riya did not give him permission to stop. Riya kept watching her slave brother smelling the inner part of her smelly sneaker and kept smiling within herself. She was enjoying this immensely. For about five minutes, Jay filled the mud and sweat of that dirty shoe into his breaths.

"Now the other shoe!" Riya said strictly. Experience life at the feet of the Mistress. Explore our Indian femdom stories.

Jay's stomach had now started upsetting, he was feeling like vomiting, but he did not stop. He removed Riya's right shoe also with his teeth and started smelling the rotten sweat fragrance inside it. Jay had never felt so humiliated in his entire life. He was sitting on his knees on the floor of his step-sister's room, smelling her dirty sneakers, while Riya was looking at him like some insect. Jay had thought that maybe this game would end, but he had no idea that the situation was going to become even worse.

When Jay had smelled the right sneaker for five minutes, Riya gave another disgusting order.

"Now remove my socks—one by one, and that too with your teeth!"

Jay pursed his lips and held those dirty, wet socks worn on Riya's naked foot with his teeth. He pulled them slowly. The socks were completely sticking to the filth and sweat of Riya's feet. As soon as Jay removed both socks, Riya, with an exotic smile, stuffed them into Jay's mouth.

"Now keep these socks pressed in your mouth and while smelling my naked feet, suck them!" Riya roared.

Inside Jay's mouth was the bitter taste of Riya's sweat-filled socks. He was rubbing his nose near the soles of Riya's feet and was forced to suck those socks. Riya pressed her foot hard on Jay's face, rubbing his nose against the skin of her sole. Jay had now completely become an animal, who was forced to silently bear every dirty and exotic punishment of his Mistress. Riya was getting immense peace seeing that she had mixed her brother's pride into the dust of her feet.

Riya was sitting on the bed like a queen, on her face was the same arrogant and poisonous smile which was enough to make Jay's soul tremble. Jay was still bent down on his knees, dirty socks drenched in Riya's sweat were stuffed in his mouth. Riya kept her naked feet right close to Jay's nose and looking at the clock, ordered:

"Listen you pig, your test is not over yet. Keep these socks pressed in your mouth and smell this rotten smell between my feet. For the next forty-five (45) minutes, you will not move."

Tears from Jay's eyes were falling and making those socks wet. Riya forced Jay to push his nose into the crack between her toes. Those 45 minutes were no less than a hell for Jay. That sharp, salty, and rotten sweat smell rising from Riya's feet was tearing the veins of Jay's brain. When 45 minutes were completed, Riya jerked him by grabbing his hair.

"Now take these socks out of your mouth, slave!" Riya shouted. Jay took out the socks which had become wet with spit, his mouth was filled with bitterness. Riya further said, "Now the real service will start. Kiss and lick these feet of mine until they shine completely. And remember, the filth (cheese) accumulated between the toes, every single particle should be on your tongue."

Riya rubbed her right foot on Jay's lips. Jay, crying, started taking Riya's toes into his mouth. Riya grabbed his head and forced him to look up.

"Look into my eyes, scoundrel! I want to see how much humiliation and how much slavery is in your eyes while sucking my toes. Deep-suck every single toe and scrape out the mud between them with your tongue."

Jay was not enjoying it at all. The smell of Riya's sneakers was bad anyway, but the taste of her socks was terrible. Even worse than that was licking her feet and toes. The sweat was salty and bitter like vinegar. That sticky substance (toe jam) coming out from between the toes, which kept coming out from between Riya's toes despite Jay's every effort, was extremely disgusting. When Jay's tongue went into those cracks, he got the taste of mud and old sweat. Power. Control. Discipline. Read Number of femdom stories on our website now.

Riya strictly ordered, "Whatever filth is coming on your tongue, do not make the mistake of spitting it. Swallow everything! This is your Mistress's prasad." Jay obediently did the same. He was looking into Riya's eyes and could see that she was truly enjoying this humiliation of his. For Riya, getting this authority over her brother was exciting her like some intoxication. 

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