The Trainer’s Command: A Office Femdom Story of Power and Submission (Part-three)

This is the third part of the office femdom stories category. If you missed the first two parts of this femdom story, read them only on our website: www.indianfemdomstories.com. Read the first two parts to see how Rashmi, an office trainer, forced Raj to become her home servant and personal slave to save his job, and how she made him clean her entire house. Read all parts of this desi femdom story in Hindi.

The city's biggest and most expensive shopping mall, 'The Grand Plaza', was crowded today. Rashmi had come here for shopping, and the heels she wore, cleaned by Raj’s tongue, were shining brilliantly. Rashmi was shopping with her friend Priya, who was the HR in the same office where Rashmi was a trainer. The cooling of the central AC masked the scorching heat outside. Amidst the crowd, Rashmi and Priya walked like queens. Their friendship was old, but their bond was now defined by shared pride and similar tastes. Their hands were full of bags from Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and Zara. Every bag was a new joy and a new mark of victory. Rashmi had an expensive designer purse tucked under her arm.

"Priya, look at this new purse! It matches my outfit so well today," Rashmi said, holding her head high. Priya made a slight face, "Yes Rashmi, the purse is nice, but my mind is still stuck on that red dress. The fitting was perfect! I wish we had bought that too." Rashmi burst into laughter, her laugh carrying a strange sharpness. "Oh, forget it Priya! We had so much fun today. We saw a movie, ate the most expensive popcorn, and did so much shopping. Today was truly worth it."

As they stepped out through the mall’s automatic doors, the fierce heat surrounded them. The 18-degree Celsius temperature inside clashed with the 42-degree heat outside. "Uff! This heat!" Priya took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Why didn't we take our car today?" "It’s gone for servicing, dear, so we’ll have to take a taxi," Rashmi said, signaling a cab. A taxi arrived, and they both sat inside. Rashmi immediately told the driver to turn up the AC. As the cold air hit their faces, they felt some relief. Tired, Rashmi took off her high heels. "My feet... oh god! Wearing these heels all day has ruined my feet," Rashmi spread her bare feet on the seat. A layer of sweat glistened on her feet, and a faint, salty scent of perspiration began to fill the closed cabin. Priya also loosened her ballet flats to rest her feet. "One has to bear pain for style, Rashmi. But honestly, my feet are burning too."

The taxi took them toward a very posh area with clean roads and large bungalows. Rashmi's house was no less than a palace. Rashmi told Priya, "Come inside, there’s a surprise for you." When the taxi stopped, a massive gate opened. Stepping inside the house, Rashmi threw all her bags on the sofa. The silence and coolness of the house gave them peace.

"Raj! Oye Raj!" Rashmi shouted loudly.

Then, from a corner, Raj came out. He was still sitting near Rashmi’s shoe rack, cleaning all her shoes and socks with his tongue. "Ji... ji madam," Raj said in a suppressed voice. Priya recognized Raj immediately. "Hey Rashmi, isn't this the same Raj who was under you in the office training? What is he doing here in this condition?" Rashmi replied, "He couldn't perform well there, so he’s giving his performance here to save his job." Saying this, Rashmi looked at Raj from head to toe. Anger was clearly visible in her eyes. "Shall I bring water, madam?" Raj asked.

Rashmi wrinkled her nose. "Water? Give it later. First, tell me, do you have no brains? Have you forgotten your place and status so quickly? Perhaps you don't value your job." Hearing this, Raj grabbed Rashmi's feet. "No mam, if I have made a mistake, please forgive me." Rashmi screamed at him, "Your status is at these feet! Whenever I come back from outside, your first job is to rub your nose on my feet to welcome me, so you always know your status and place." There were tears in Raj’s eyes. Priya understood that Rashmi had made Raj her personal slave. Raj rubbed his nose on both of Rashmi’s feet. "Welcome madam." Rashmi ordered him, "Now welcome Priya madam too, and remember, there should be no lack in serving Priya. She was the one who selected you in the interview, so you have this job, and she can keep it safe in the future too." Raj crawled to Priya’s feet and rubbed his nose on them, saying, "Welcome madam." Priya lifted one foot and placed it on Raj’s head. "Very good dog, I like that," she said and walked ahead.

Rashmi now took off her socks, which were soaked with sweat. They were completely wet and emitted a sharp, pungent smell of perspiration. With a wicked smile, she looked at Priya. Rashmi called Raj to her. "Come here, Raj." Fearfully, Raj went close. Rashmi picked up her wet sock and brought it right to Raj’s nose. "Smell this. Tell me, how is the fragrance? For you, it must be no less than a perfume, right?" Raj tried to pull his nose back, but Rashmi grabbed his collar. "Smell it! I said smell it!" Forced, Raj took a deep breath. The salty and foul stench of the sock rushed to his brain. He felt nauseous, but he couldn't say anything. Priya took out her phone and started recording a video. "Wow Rashmi! What a sight. This loser deserves exactly this."

Rashmi wasn't satisfied with just that. She put the sock near Raj’s mouth. "Now lick it. This is my sweat. Lick it!" "No madam... please... please forgive me," Raj pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "I said lick it!" Rashmi screamed. "Or I’ll fire you right now!" Raj had no choice. With trembling lips, he licked the dirty sock. The taste of salty sweat spread over his tongue. He felt as if his soul was dying.

After rubbing her wet socks on Raj’s face, Rashmi looked at Priya. Smiling, Priya moved her feet forward. She was wearing skinny nylon socks today, which had become completely sticky due to the heat and closed shoes. The sharp smell of Priya’s feet was clearly coming through that thin layer of nylon. "Why only Rashmi’s socks, Raj? My nylon socks will taste even more delicious than that," Priya said laughing, and pressed one foot against Raj’s lips. "Lick it! Every single thread must be cleaned." Weeping, Raj began to lick Priya’s nylon socks. The strange taste of nylon and sweat got stuck in his throat. Then Rashmi made a wicked gesture. Both took off their dirty socks and, grabbing Raj’s jaw tightly, stuffed them into his mouth. "Chew it! Like a dog, chew these socks!" Rashmi screamed. Raj was having trouble breathing, but he was helpless.

When they pulled the socks out, the real game began. Rashmi brought her bare feet near Raj’s face. "Now the real cleaning starts. Take each of my toes into your mouth and suck out all the sweat." Trembling, Raj took Rashmi’s first toe into his mouth. One by one, he sucked all her toes. While licking Rashmi’s soles and heels with his tongue, he tasted the mixture of dust and salty sweat. Meanwhile, Priya did something disgusting. She gathered her spit and spat hard on Rashmi’s soles. "Look Raj, Rashmi’s feet look so dry. I’ve added some 'lube'. Now lick and clean every drop of this spit and sweat," Priya roared with laughter. Raj had to lick Rashmi’s foot dust, sweat, and Priya’s spit all together. When one foot was clean, Priya did the same to Rashmi’s other foot. Raj’s soul was screaming, but his tongue was busy cleaning the filth from their feet.

After Rashmi’s feet were clean, Priya put her feet forward. Priya had worn closed shoes all day, so her feet were much dirtier and hotter than Rashmi’s. As soon as Raj put his tongue on Priya’s soles, he hit a very foul and heavy stench. He felt like vomiting. "Oye! Don't stop!" Rashmi stood up and spat hard on Priya’s sole. "Clean it quickly Raj, before this spit falls down. Not a single drop should touch the floor!" Raj lunged forward to lick the spit that had fallen on Priya’s foot. Then he began licking the sticky sweat trapped between Priya’s toes.

Then Rashmi said, "Priya, it’s very hot. Let’s eat something cold. Wait, I’ll order chocolate ice cream." In a short while, the ice cream arrived. Raj was still busy cleaning Priya’s feet. Rashmi opened the cup and filled a spoon. "Dog, do you want ice cream?" Raj, who was hungry and tired, moved his mouth away from Priya’s feet in hope and said softly, "Yes madam..." SLAP! Priya landed a hard kick on Raj’s mouth. "How dare you move your mouth from my feet without my order? You showed such greed for this ice cream? Fine, you will get ice cream, but not like a human... like a dog."

Priya picked up those same dirty nylon socks, and Rashmi poured the ice cream over them. Rashmi used her fingers to spread the ice cream all over the socks from top to bottom, mixing it with their sweat and dirt. "Here is your ice cream. Now lick and eat this sock!" Priya grabbed Raj’s head and shoved it into the dirty, ice-cream-covered socks on the table. Raj didn't taste ice cream now, but the same salty and foul taste of Priya’s sweat. He started crying, but he had to lick and clean that dirty sock. "Now my turn!" Rashmi said. She picked up her sandal and signaled Raj to bring her sock. Raj took Rashmi’s sock out from inside the sandal using his mouth. The ice cream had melted a bit. Rashmi poured the melted chocolate ice cream inside her sock and, after making it completely wet, stuffed it into Raj’s mouth. "Here, suck it now! This is the ice cream that matches your status." Tears were flowing from Raj’s eyes, but his mouth was stuffed with the sock filled with sweat and melted ice cream. He sucked it silently, and both girls laughed and clapped at his helplessness. For them, Raj was not a human, but just a creature meant to lick the dust from their feet.

Rashmi and Priya sat comfortably on the sofa enjoying their chocolate ice cream. On the floor below, Raj sat like a helpless animal chewing Rashmi’s dirty, sweat-soaked socks. A layer of despair was on his face, as if he had killed his own soul. "Rashmi, look at him... how he’s enjoying chewing your socks," Priya said, putting a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. "It seems this is his destiny—to eat the filth from our feet and our leftover trash." Rashmi said with a cold laugh, "Well said, Priya. If you give respect to people like this, they try to sit on your head. They should only be fed what gets crushed under our feet. Right, Raj? Enjoying chewing my 'designer' stench, aren't you?"

After a while, Priya wrinkled her face. "Uff, Rashmi! This ice cream is too dark, I’m not enjoying it. It’s ruined the taste of my mouth." "Yeah, I didn't find it great either," Rashmi said, putting the cup on the table. "But I don't feel like throwing away such expensive ice cream." A wicked spark appeared in Priya’s eyes. "Why throw it? We have our dog here. He’s already eaten our dirty socks, now he’ll eat our spit-out stuff too. Raj! Come here!" Raj, with the sock still in his mouth, crawled on his knees to Priya.

"Do one thing," Priya ordered. "Bring those shoes that I’ve been wearing since this morning. And remember, don't make the mistake of touching them with your hands. You don't have the status to touch our expensive shoes with your impure hands. Bring them by holding them in your mouth!" Trembling, Raj took out Rashmi’s sock and lowered his neck to Priya’s shoes. He gripped the shoes with his teeth; a sharp smell of sweat and old leather came from them. "Lie down!" Priya screamed. "And put these shoes on your face!" Raj, without a word, lay on his back and placed both of Priya’s shoes on his face. Priya said cruelly, "Now that you’ve put them on your face, lick the bottom soles clean too. You must remember that you are nothing more than a bug under our feet, which we can crush whenever we want."

Raj’s tongue was now cleaning the mud, dust, and street filth stuck to the bottom of the shoes. Then, Rashmi and Priya filled their mouths with ice cream and began spitting repeatedly into the shoes, right where the feet are placed. They spat out the melted ice cream into the shoes several times. "Now move your face and see, something is ready for you!" Rashmi ordered. As Raj moved the shoes, he saw they were filled with their spit and melted chocolate ice cream. He understood what he had to do. His heart sank. He grabbed Priya’s feet while crying. "Please madam... please don't do this. I am tired, I will get sick..." SLAP! Priya landed a powerful slap on Raj’s mouth. "How dare you touch me? You are a slave! And a slave's place is only under our feet. You touched my feet without permission, now you will be punished for this."

Rashmi grabbed Raj’s hair and jerked him. "Do you know how expensive these shoes are? The sweat inside them is more valuable than your entire life's earnings." Priya put one bare foot inside the shoe filled with ice cream and spit. Rashmi did the same with the other shoe. Both moved and rubbed their feet inside the shoes so that the day's sweat, foot dirt, and ice cream turned into a foul mixture. "Come dog! Eat your favorite chocolate ice cream!" Rashmi moved her foot forward, which was now completely sticky and dirty.

Weeping, Raj stuck out his tongue and started licking Rashmi’s foot from the toes to the heel. He was getting a mixture of leather, sweat, dust, and chocolate that would make anyone vomit. But he didn't stop. When Rashmi’s foot was clean, Priya rested her foot on his face. There was more dirt on Priya’s feet because she had worn nylon socks. Raj had to lick that foul mixture from between every single toe. Finally, they pushed Priya’s shoes in front of him. "Now clean these shoes from the inside. Not a single drop should remain!" Raj pushed his entire face inside the shoe Rashmi had been wearing. As he began to lick, Rashmi placed her foot on Raj’s head and pressed him inside. "Clean it all, every corner!" Raj was suffocating. He couldn't breathe, but he was helpless. He had to rub the black sweat stains off the insoles with his tongue. When he made Rashmi’s shoe shine, it was time for Priya’s shoe. The smell and taste there were even more horrific, but Raj made it shine like new with his tongue as well. "Look Priya, these shoes are shining more than before," Rashmi said laughing. "Well, after all, a dog has cleaned them," Priya said, and both laughed loudly again, while Raj lay half-dead on the floor.

Rashmi and Priya were lounging on the sofa. Rashmi picked up the remaining bowl of ice cream and looked at it for a while. "Hey Priya, what should we do with this leftover chocolate ice cream? We've made this slave lick us everywhere else." Priya stretched and raised both her arms. As she lifted her hands, the sweat accumulated from the whole day along with expensive perfume created a heavy, salty, and sharp smell that spread throughout the room. Priya said with a cruel smile, "Rashmi, I have a great idea. This ice cream isn't for throwing away, but to give a 'treat' to the dirtiest part of my body." Rashmi understood. She took the bowl of ice cream and started rubbing it on both of Priya’s armpits like a scrub. Raj watched all this from below, crying.

"What are you looking at, dog?" Priya looked down and scolded him. "You wouldn't have tasted such 'royal' ice cream in your entire life. After mixing with our sweat, the value of this cheap ice cream has increased. You weren't even worthy of licking our spit, but today your luck has turned." Rashmi rubbed all the ice cream into Priya’s armpits. Priya lowered her arms for a while and rubbed them vigorously so the sweat and ice cream became a completely sticky paste.

"Come now, crawl here!" Priya screamed. "If even one drop is left, I will keep your face pressed in this sweat for hours." Raj was helpless. He crawled to Priya, and as soon as he put his tongue on Priya’s armpit, he began to suffocate. The sharp smell of perfume, old sweat, and that disgusting chocolate mixture began to slide down his throat. "Listen, slave! Every corner must shine. Not even a tiny bit of brown should be seen," Priya raised her arms even higher. Raj started licking. When he reached the center of the armpit, he felt Priya’s lightly shaved but slightly grown stubble. The day's sweat and deodorant chemicals were trapped in those hairs. "Yes, suck those hairs properly!" Priya said, placing a foot on his head. "My real sweat is trapped in them. Lick and clean them. You like dirty things, don't you? Here, this is my dirtiest part." Raj was getting such a salty and foul taste that his mind went numb. He was forced to take those hairs into his mouth and suck them to clean the sweat. Both of Priya’s armpits began to shine with Raj’s spit and ice cream. His mouth was completely exhausted, but the mistresses' pride wanted more.

As soon as Priya was free, Rashmi raised her arms. "You’ve tasted Priya’s armpits, now it’s my turn. You’ve already tasted my sweat, now take this chocolate 'flavor' too." Rashmi applied the remaining ice cream to her armpits. But she didn't give Raj a chance to lick; instead, she grabbed Raj’s face with her hands and began rubbing his face into her armpit like a piece of tissue paper. "Your face is only fit to wipe the sweat from my armpits," Rashmi said angrily. "Here, smell it! Such a sharp smell, right? The rotten stench beneath my expensive perfume is your true identity." Raj was suffocating. Rashmi’s sweat and ice cream were entering his nose and mouth. Rashmi grabbed his hair and rubbed his face vigorously as if it were a cloth. "Now stick out your dirty tongue and clean it all!" Rashmi ordered. Weeping, Raj licked every corner of Rashmi’s armpit. The taste of ice cream was lost somewhere; only the bitter taste of rotten sweat and perfume remained. When Rashmi’s armpits were clean, she spat hard on Raj’s face and kicked him. "Get out of here!" Rashmi screamed. "Crawl on the floor and go die there! How dare you touch our armpits for so long?"

Raj fell to the floor, his face smeared with ice cream and the sweat of both women. They both sat on the sofa and laughed again. "Hey Priya, this dog is quite useful. Our 'cleaning' is done and we got entertainment too," Rashmi said, checking her armpit.

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