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

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It was two o'clock at night. The whole house was drowned in silence, but for Jay, that dark storage room was nothing less than a grave. All around him were piles of his stepmother's and her two daughters' dirty shoes and old sandals. Jay had done what he was ordered to do—he had tried to lie down with his stepmother's heavy leather shoe over his nose and mouth, but the sharp, old smell of the leather was parching his throat.

Jay was very thirsty. His throat was burning as if he had swallowed dust from the desert. He got up, scared, the stepmother's shoe still in his hand. He remembered that he had to use their shoe only to drink water.

Jay walked on tiptoes toward his stepmother's room. The door was slightly ajar. He gathered the courage to step inside and whispered softly, "Maa... Malkin (Mistress)... I am very thirsty. Please... a little water..."

The stepmother was in deep sleep. Hearing Jay's voice, she woke up startled. Her face turned red with anger. She picked up one of her slippers kept near the pillow and hit Jay on the face with it.

"Scoundrel! How dare you disturb my sleep?" she yelled. "Do you think I am your servant that I will get up at two in the morning to give you water? Wait, let me quench your thirst now."

The stepmother grabbed Jay's hair and dragged him toward the bathroom. Jay was groaning in pain and begging, "Please forgive me, Malkin... I am very thirsty... just a little water..."

"You want water? Get inside!" The stepmother pushed him onto the bathroom floor. The bathroom light turned on, and Jay saw a strange kind of cruelty in his stepmother's eyes. She snatched the same shoe from Jay's hand that he had brought with him.

"You are a dog, and there is no clean water for a dog," the stepmother said with hatred. She ordered Jay, "Sit on your knees and open your mouth, and keep this shoe right under your mouth."

Jay did so, trembling. The stepmother pressed that shoe against Jay's lips. Then what happened took the soul out of Jay. Right in front of Jay, the stepmother started peeing (urine) into that shoe. Jay stood stunned seeing this, tears started flowing from his eyes, but the stepmother was not going to stop.

When the shoe was completely filled with her hot pee, the stepmother spat loudly into it once. She pressed that shoe hard against Jay's mouth and said, "Drink this! This is your real water. Until this shoe is completely clean, you will keep licking it."

"How does it feel, Jay? The filth of my body is your destiny. You are the slave of our shoes, so your thirst will also be quenched by our shoes. Drink this 'Mistress's syrup'!"

Jay felt like vomiting from that sharp stench, but the stepmother grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and poured all the pee from the shoe into his mouth. Jay had to swallow that hot and bitter water.

The stepmother saw that Jay was hiccuping, so she put a more humiliating condition. "Now, clean the dirt and my pee stuck inside this shoe with your tongue. Not even a single drop should fall out."

Jay, crying, put his tongue inside that dirty shoe. He was swallowing his stepmother's pee and spit. The stepmother was standing there enjoying it. She put her naked foot on Jay's head and pressed him downwards.

"Lick, dog! Clean every corner. You should enjoy that you are drinking your Mistress's filth. From now on, this is your routine. If you wake me up at night, next time I will make you drink water from the toilet bowl."

When Jay licked the shoe clean, the taste in his mouth had become extremely foul. The stepmother kicked him and said, "Now go back to your cupboard. And remember, what you have drunk is the proof of your worth. You are not Jay; you are the dust of our feet."

Jay crawled back into that dark room. His throat was no longer dry, but there was a strange burning sensation in it. He fell onto the pile of shoes. He realized that his stepmother had snatched away his last right to be a 'human'. Now he had become just their pet who was forced to thrive on their filth.   Enter the world of absolute power. Read our latest Indian femdom story now.

All night in that dark cupboard, where with every breath only the sharp, old smell of sandals and leather was entering Jay's lungs, the 7 a.m. alarm was nothing less than doomsday for him. Jay, whose existence was now just like a slave, got up quickly and after bathing and cleaning, ran towards the kitchen. He prepared the strong tea his stepmother loved.

Jay's hands were trembling as he stood outside his stepmother's room with the tray. As soon as he opened the door slightly, he saw that the room was still dimly lit and his stepmother was pretending to be in deep sleep, covered in a blanket. Jay kept the tray on the side table and sat there on the floor on his knees. He remembered that if she didn't wake up on her own, he would have to wake her up by licking the soles of her feet.

As soon as Jay reached towards her feet, the stepmother turned over and said in an arrogant voice, "You came, dog? Come on, start your morning duty. Today I want you to do something different."

Jay said in a muffled voice, "Yes... Malkin, whatever you say."

The stepmother, lying upside down on the bed, raised her lower body a little and ordered, "Get under the blanket, and start worshipping my ass. I should feel that your face is made only for my slavery. Come on, rub your nose on my butt crack!"

Jay didn't want to do it at all; he was feeling fear and shame, but he remembered the humiliation of drinking pee from the shoe last night. He put his face under the blanket, terrified.

"How does it feel, Jay? Forget the outside world, your real world is here now. Smell this... this is the fragrance of your Goddess!"

Jay gently pressed the tip of his nose against the crack of her hips. He did exactly what he was ordered to do. He started taking deep and passionate breaths. With every breath, he kept taking his nose further inside. It was a hot night, and due to the heat of her body, some sweat had accumulated there. The moisture of that morning and the sharp smell of her ass had numbed Jay. He took more deep breaths, until his nose went as far inside as it could go without any force.

The stepmother shouted from above, "Don't stop! Now kiss me... and the sound of every kiss should reach my ears. Your relationship with my ass is very old, feel it."

Jay placed his lips on her soft hips. He was kissing everywhere, caressing every inch with his tongue and lips. With every kiss, the stepmother was feeling Jay's helplessness and devoted slavery. She put her hand under the sheet, grabbed Jay's hair, and pushed his face a little further inside.

"Kiss harder! I want the pressure of your lips on my skin," she ordered. Jay pressed his lips firmly on both parts of her ass and kept kissing continuously, while his tears were falling on the same skin and mixing into their moisture.

Suddenly, the stepmother grabbed Jay's hair even harder and pressed his entire face right between her ass. Jay's body stiffened, he started having trouble breathing because his nose and mouth had stuck completely to her body. She deliberately spread her hips a little more so that her divine smell became even sharper.

Just then, a sound echoed in the room:

"Pfffffffffttttttt."

The stepmother left a long and airy fart right on Jay's face. Jay felt that the hot and smelly air released from her ass was passing through his lips and cheeks.

"Now drink this air, dog!" the stepmother said, laughing. "Smell this... this is your real morning breakfast. Tell me, how is my fragrance?"

Jay immediately started smelling her ass even harder, as if he was smelling something good. He said, trembling, "Malkin... this is very divine... I am your slave... I was born only to drink this air."

The stepmother, caressing his face, said, "Well done. Now get out and take away my cold tea and bring another one. And remember, you have to stay at my feet with this smell all day long."

Jay pulled his face out from under the blanket, his face had turned red, and the smell of her fart was still overwhelming his mind. But...

Jay, terrified, made tea again from the kitchen and entered his stepmother's room once more. The tray in his hands was still shaking slightly. The 'shoe syrup' of last night and the hot 'air' (fart) under the blanket a while ago had numbed Jay's ability to think. He kept the tray on the side table and stood with his head bowed.  Your journey into total service begins here. Read our  femdom story collection.

The stepmother took a sip of tea while sitting on the bed. The very next moment, she threw the entire tea on Jay's face and chest. Jay groaned due to the burning of the hot tea, but he didn't say a single word.

"Is this tea or drain water, dog?" the stepmother yelled. "Did you think that by smelling my ass in the morning, you became free? How dare you make such bad tea? Now you will get such a punishment that you will use this lowly tongue only for my slavery."

The stepmother grabbed Jay by his hair and pulled him to the edge of the bed. She ordered, "Turn over! And open your dirty eyes and see where your real heaven is. Today your punishment is that you will clean my overnight filth with your tongue."

The stepmother lay upside down on the bed and slowly separated her butt cheeks with both her hands. Jay was right next to her inner and most forbidden part. Due to the heat and sweat of the night, the skin there was slightly damp, and a sharp, intoxicating smell was coming from there.

"Start!" You smelled my ass and kissed it this morning, now you will put it inside and lick.

The stepmother said, breathing heavily. "Now take your tongue out. Before I bathe and wash with soap in the morning—when the divine taste and fragrance of my ass are still present—you have to lick it. Clean it completely, dog!"

Jay, trembling, took out his tongue and started licking her inner ass.

Sweat, the smell of old fart, and the filth of her unwashed morning ass were on Jay's tongue. He felt like vomiting, but it was the stepmother's order that he had to polish every corner. Slowly and with full enthusiasm, he licked the crack between her hips from bottom to top.

The stepmother spread her hips even more. "Move your tongue around my hole! I want every mark clean. This is your breakfast today."

Jay moved his tongue around her perfectly round and deep hole. Sometimes the stepmother would press his head so hard that Jay's tongue would go inside her hole. Jay was feeling the heat and depth there. He was licking every part of her inner ass, middle part, and up to the top.

"Lick and go further inside!" the stepmother shouted. "You should be proud that you are the cleaner of my dirtiest part. Tell me... are you ready to become my 'Toilet Slave'?"

Jay, rubbing his tongue on her hole, said in a muffled voice, "Yes... Malkin... I am your 'Anus-Slave'. Your taste is my destiny. Please always give me this place."

When Jay's stepmother got her entire ass cleaned by Jay's tongue, she took a deep breath and got up from the bed, shaking her hips. She grabbed Jay's hair in her fist and raised his face, where the taste and smell of her ass were still present.

"Listen dog," she roared, "Your work doesn't end after polishing me. Go, now serve my two daughters and your two other Mistresses. Go to their room and fulfill every dirty wish of theirs with this lowly tongue of yours."

Jay said "Yes Malkin" in a muffled voice and left the room crawling on his knees. His body was tired and his mind was filled with humiliation, but the fear was such that he couldn't stop for even a moment. He ran into the kitchen, washed his hands, and prepared a cup of hot tea. He picked up the tray and headed towards his step-sister Sia's room.

Jay knocked on the door softly and entered. Sia was exercising in her workout gear at that time. Sweat was dripping from her body, and as soon as she saw Jay, the fire of hatred flared up in her eyes. Jay kept the tray on the side table, but Sia immediately stopped her exercise and moved towards him like a wolf.

"Scoundrel! Is this the time to bring tea?" Sia asked, yelling. "Do you know how long I have been waiting?"

Jay replied, terrified, with his eyes down, "Malkin... that... due to Maa's punishment, it got late. She punished me, that's why..."

As soon as the word 'Maa' came out of Jay's mouth, Sia, without thinking, delivered a strong slap on Jay's cheek. The slap was so fast that the tray slipped from Jay's mouth, and he fell on the floor.

"Scoundrel! She is your Malkin! Don't dare to call her 'Maa' from today with this dirty tongue," Sia said, leaning over his face. "And if she has punished you, then you must have been lacking in her service. That punishment you will get here too. Until you become a perfect dog, you will keep getting kicks and slaps from every Malkin."

Sia stretched her sweat-filled body and said with a devilish smile, "Listen, now I am going to get fresh. It's time for my tuition. I have taken out my dress. Bring these Blue Heels matching this color, from the cupboard where you sleep all night. And remember, you will go walking on all fours like a dog and bring those heels holding them in your mouth. And after bringing them, you will clean every inch of their filth with this lowly tongue. If there is any mistake, I will have your skin peeled off."

Saying this, Sia picked up her towel and went into the bathroom, closing the door hard.

Jay didn't even have time to cry. He stood on his both hands and both feet on the floor, just like an animal, and crawled towards the cupboard room. Due to sleeping among the shoes all night, he had become familiar with the sharp, old, and rotten smell of that place.

As soon as he reached the cupboard, there was a pile of hundreds of shoes. Sia's, Riya's, and his stepmother's sandals, sneakers, and boots were scattered everywhere. Jay searched the pile with his nose. He had to find those Blue Pointed Heels that would match Sia's dress.

At the very bottom of the pile, he found those heels. Those heels were very dirty. Maybe Sia had worn them in some muddy place, as dried mud and dirt were accumulated on their sole. Jay, mixing his self-respect into the dirt, held those dirty heels in his mouth. The bitter taste of rubber and mud filled his mouth, but he held them firmly and came back to Sia's room crawling on all fours.

Sia was still in the bathroom; the sound of the shower running was coming. Jay sat there on the floor and put those two heels down. He saw that the condition of the heels was very bad. He took his tongue out and started licking the first heel.

Jay swiped his tongue over the upper part of the heels. A layer of Sia's dried foot sweat had formed there. Jay, crying, softened that layer of sweat with his spit and started cleaning it by licking. Every time his tongue touched that blue velvet material, he felt his slavery.

The most difficult task was cleaning the bottom sole. Hard mud and dust were accumulated there. Jay scraped that mud with his tongue. His mouth filled with mud and trash, but he couldn't stop. He picked up every particle with his tongue and swallowed it so the floor wouldn't get dirty.

Inside the heels, where Sia's toes rested, black marks had formed. Jay applied his spit there and started licking enthusiastically. He was feeling that he was taking Sia's foot filth into himself. Those marks were the proof of Sia's ownership, and Jay was putting his entire life into polishing them.

Finally, he took the long and thin 'Pointed Heels' inside his mouth. He put the entire heel in his mouth and started sucking it so that every single spot of mud there could be cleaned. He moved his tongue around the heel, as if he was worshipping something precious.

Tears were falling from Jay's eyes onto those heels, which he would immediately clean with his tongue. He was afraid that if even a drop of water mark remained, Sia would make his condition worse after coming out. Both those heels were now shining like a mirror, but Jay's mouth was completely filled with mud and stench.

He sat there on his knees, waiting, keeping those shining heels in front of him, thinking that now Sia would come out and wear them and leave a new mark of her ownership on his head. His tongue was tired, but his soul had now completely become the dust of the feet of these three Mistresses.

Just then, from inside the washroom, Sia's voice full of sharp and rich arrogance echoed.

"Scoundrel! Come here... and bring the tea you brought, quickly!"

Jay's heart started beating fast. He couldn't understand why Sia was calling him inside the washroom with the tea cup? Will she sit there and drink tea? Or is some new hell waiting for him? Jay picked up the tea cup with trembling hands and reached near the washroom door. He pushed the door gently.

As soon as he entered, such a disgusting and rotten smell entered Jay's nose that he started suffocating. It was the smell of fresh rotting feces. Sia was sitting right in front on the western toilet seat, her face flushed with anger. Jay sat huddled on the floor there out of fear, the tea cup still shaking slightly in his hand.

Sia looked at Jay with hatred and said, "Scoundrel, because of you, I had to miss my morning tea today. It's getting late for tuition and all this happened because of your laziness. You will get the punishment for this right now. This tea that you brought, now you will drink it... but it won't be available so easily. Wait, scoundrel, let me make your tea with a 'Special Flavour' and feed you."

Sia stood up from the seat and flushed. After that, she closed the lid of the toilet seat and put one of her feet on the seat and bent down slightly. Right in front of Jay's face was Sia's dirty ass-hole. The rotten smell coming from that hole was entering Jay's nose directly, making him feel like vomiting.

Sia took a long piece of toilet paper from the side and started cleaning her entire dirty ass-hole very comfortably. When she removed the paper, her remaining fresh filth was completely stuck to it. Sia turned back and with a devilish smile, dropped that dirty toilet paper directly into Jay's tea cup.

"Now what are you looking at, dog? Until this whole paper dissolves in your tea, put your finger and stir it! Make it a good 'blend'," Sia ordered.

Jay started crying, tears from his eyes began falling and mixing into that dirty cup. "Please Sia... I won't be able to do this. This tea has your filth... how can I drink it? Please forgive me."

Sia grabbed Jay's hair hard and shouted in his ear, "Scoundrel! You will have to drink. Every single filth of ours, you will now clean and swallow by considering it your destiny. Hurry up, I have other work too!"

Jay, forced, put his finger in that cup where the toilet paper started dissolving. Slowly, that white paper dissolved in the tea and Sia's fresh filth started floating in the whole cup. The color of the tea became even thicker and smellier.

"Drink it! This is your worth," Sia roared.

Jay put the cup to his mouth with trembling hands. As soon as the first sip went inside, a sharp stench and bitter taste went down his throat. He felt like his stomach would burst from inside, but Sia's terrifying eyes were fixed on him. He finished the whole cup, along with the dissolved toilet paper fibers.

After drinking the tea, Jay was lying half-dead, but Sia's mind was not satisfied yet.

"Now you will 'wash' me. Just now I only wiped with toilet paper, now I will give you the real work," Sia said. She grabbed Jay's hair and rested his head against the washroom wall, tilting his face upwards.

Sia filled her mouth and started spitting loudly on Jay's entire face. She kept spitting on him continuously—on his lips, in his eyes, on his cheeks. When Jay's entire face was drenched and wet with spit, Sia pressed her naked ass directly onto Jay's mouth.

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Sia started rubbing her ass on Jay's face with force. Jay's mouth was pressed between Sia's hips, he was not getting space to breathe. Sia's sweat and remaining filth were being rubbed on Jay's face. Jay's face had turned red due to the friction, but Sia was not willing to stop.

After rubbing him like a toy for five minutes, Sia stepped back a little and started laughing loudly after seeing Jay's bad condition.

"Oho my stepbrother! What has become of your face? How 'beautiful' you are looking, drenched in my spit and my filth," Sia said, mocking him. Saying this, she spat on Jay's face again and once again pressed her ass on his mouth and rubbed it hard.

When Sia was completely satisfied, she removed her ass and after spitting on Jay's face one last time, hit a strong slap.

"Scoundrel! Now remember, from tomorrow every work should be done on time. Today I only made you drink tea by mixing toilet paper, from tomorrow if there is a delay, I will put your mouth directly in the toilet bowl and make you drink drain water. Go now, get out of here! And go clean those Blue Sandals that you brought. I am coming after bathing, they should be found shining!"

Jay crawled out of the washroom. Sia's spit and the smell of her ass-hole were present on his face. He headed towards the cupboard, knowing that his life was now limited to swallowing the filth of these three Mistresses and worshipping their shoes. He had to polish those sandals with his tongue before Sia came back after bathing, otherwise, the next door to hell was about to open.

Jay was sitting on the floor there, polishing Sia's heels with his tongue, when the bathroom door opened and Sia came out. She looked at Jay who was still drenched in her filth. Sia, sitting on her bed, like a queen, stretched her legs forward and ordered:

"Scoundrel! You took too long. Come on, now hold my heels with your mouth and bring them here. And remember, don't use your hands, you have to wear me these heels with your mouth only!"

Jay didn't have the question of refusing. He leaned and held both of Sia's heels together in his mouth. The pointed heels were pricking his palate, but he made full effort. He crawled and reached Sia's feet and one by one, with the power of his tongue and mouth, wore those heels on Sia's naked feet. Sia gave a little kick to Jay's mouth with her foot and stood up.

Sia ordered while arranging her hair, "Scoundrel! Go to the washroom quickly. My dirty panty and socks are lying there. You have to wash them while I am getting ready. But listen, before washing, you will lick both things with your mouth... you will move your tongue nicely on both the things entirely, only after that you will put water. Understood?"

Jay ran to the washroom without delay. He picked up Sia's dirty panty from the floor. That panty was full of Sia's day-long sweat and her 'power'. Jay took out his tongue and started licking the entire thing from front to back. Sia's ass sweat, the dirty taste of old fart was coming onto his tongue completely. That taste was so sharp that Jay's throat was choked, but he kept licking it continuously.

After the panty, he picked up Sia's dirty socks. As soon as the socks came near his nose, Jay's head started spinning. Such a rotten smell was coming from them as if they hadn't been washed for years. They had become completely stiff from mud and sweat. Jay gathered courage and took out his tongue and started licking them. All the filth of Sia's feet was now in Jay's mouth. He put both socks in his mouth, sucked them hard, chewed them, and when those socks were completely wet with his spit, then he removed them and started washing.

Just then, Sia's voice came from outside. She was now fully ready for tuition. When Jay came out of the washroom, Sia ordered him to lie on the floor.

"Now look at my stepbrother aka my slave brother," Sia said with a poisonous laugh. "I walked around the whole room wearing these sandals to get ready, so they have become dirty from below again. And I don't like dirty sandals at all."

As soon as she said this, Sia spat loudly on Jay's entire face. Jay's face had become wet. Sia first lifted one of her feet and rubbed her pointed heel hard on Jay's cheek, then rubbed the other foot on his face to clean it. Jay's face had become a 'doormat' for Sia's sandals. Sia picked up her tuition bag and while moving towards the door, gave her last order:

"Go lowly dog, now my work is done. Now go and serve Riya. She must be waiting for you in her room, and remember, her anger is more dangerous than mine!"  From strict lessons to total worship—read our complete Indian femdom story series.

Sia left from there, and Jay remained lying on the floor there with the marks of sandals and Sia's spit on his face, thinking what new game Riya would play with him now.

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