Double Trouble!!

 It was one of the Weekend days of my life... or rather life which only existed inside the lavish palatial bungalow where me and my goddess moved in 2 years back... to outside world a 20 year old goregeous girl inherited huge wealth and lived all alone inside this bungalow... all the records of my physical existence were categorically destroyed.. the things money can do in this world... yes, my money..now my goddess's...my life..now my goddess's life..

As time went by, goddess learnt the knack of surprising me.. she made sure no two days were same.. never revealing her mood.. and when you can't look at someone's face.. it is always difficult to judge what mood they are in...I woke up at the usual 4 am from the bathroom floor where I sleep hugging the toilet commode... yes... in the entire bungalow, this is the place I sleep... if goddess is in good mood..sometimes she let me sleep in the floor in her bedroom hugging her slippers.. but that has become like once in a blue moon off late...Upon waking up, I did my regular duties of tongue shining every single shoe of goddess since goddess never gave any clue of which shoe she will wear next day and any dirty shoe invokes sever punishment.. Once done with shoes, I cleaned myself with a shower using the dog hose... prepared goddess's breakfast..her fav bread omlette and coffee.. and went and knelt by her king size bed in the lavish bedroom...I was allowed to kiss her feet to wake her up..and this was my favorite moment of the day..when I get to be so close to her holy feet..I slowly lifted the comforter covering her feet and planted kiss on her feet soles... slowly and gently handling the divine soles of my goddess..as it should be...

Goddess woke up with first kiss itself and kicked me... signalling me to move away....my moment of bliss was shortlived... "Chappal" came the order and I immediately went under the bed to get her fluffy bathroom slippers which I had cleaned and held it on top of my head as I knelt before her with my face on floor... I felt her wearing the chappal from my head and crushing me before walking to the bathroom... me staying in the bathroom ensured it was always spotlessly clean... else goddess would put my head into the place whichever was not clean...be it commode ..or the shower sink...i don't get to be in bathroom when goddess is using it..so i waited for her outside..holding her towel in my hand like a towel stand...

She came back took the towel and walked away as if i don't even exist... straight she walked to the balcony... i had no choice to get the breakfast tray and follow her on knees to the balcony..

The bungalow was secluded enough that nobody can see what is happening in the balcony or even in the garden..this ensured that my secret pathetic excuse of a life remained a secret...

As i bowed down holding the breakfast tray for my goddess to consume... i was salivating looking at her feet and legs... Goddess didn't care about it as she knew I never looked beyond her knees ... As she was having the breakfast... I see a car pulling into our gate... Goddess opening the gate with the remote meant that she knew someone is coming... I was shocked ....Million thoughts running in my mind....Who was coming..What devious plans goddess had in her mind to humiliate me in front of another guess...Worst still..what if someone comes to know that I am alive all this while and living this pathetic dog life...

"Keep the tray , open the door and greet the guest properly" came the order with a kick to my head...

"Yes my goddess" I did as ordered..naked on knees...I opened the door and waited looking at the door mat... 

I see a pair of stiletto clad gorgeous feet... Immediately as trained..I bowed to those feet and kissed the gorgeous feet... I could hear the sound of giggling..but I did not dare to look up... With just one kiss per feet she moved ignoring me.. leaving me there with my face on the door mat and immediately went up to my goddess...

As I followed on fours.. I could hear giggling, laughing and hugging sound... As I reached near the balcony...I stole a quick glance and was shocked to see that the person who had come was a look alike of my goddess....

"Bring her luggage in and arrange in bedroom" came the order from my goddess.. as the other lady sat on the sofa in the balcony with my goddess...

"yes my goddess" I replied bowed my head and went to do the job of a coolie..which is very much higher to my current stature..

I could see both of them laughing with the new lady having a shocking expression on her face when I returned..

As I came back kneeling after arranging her luggage in the bed room..

" Hey dog... this is my twin sister... You don't need to know the name anyway..for you she is goddess..same as me.. and you will address her as almighty.. you better get used to it.. get used to our voices..the scent of our feet.. the scent of our shoes... the mark of our shoes....you know better not to do any mistake"

"Yes yes goddess.. i absoltely understand my goddess" as i say this..i go towards the almighty's shoes and start smelling them..

i get a severe kick on my face... "Did i order you... did i fucking order you" came out of mouth of almighty... bringing me to the realization that both sisters are not only same in looks but very similar in attitude and domination as well

" Almighty is not convinced of your devotion.. she does not believe that you are a slave... you have to impress her and change that" came from goddess's mouth..

 Hearing that I prostrate on the floor in front of their feet and started kissing and licking the floor where their feet rested...

I could hear giggling sound..

" Go out to the garden and lie flat on sun.. same position facing us" came order from almighty.

I looked up and hesitated for a fraction of a second... Since I know goddess does not order me anything just for the heck of it... but this looked like that.

I got the strongest ever kick on my face from my goddess... "What did I tell you... about almighty"

I could only mutter "Yes goddess..yes goddess "..with eyes full of tears ..out of pain and the shock..I went to the garden and lied on the grass...with my face on the floor.. as I could hear sounds of laughter

The temperature outside was 40 degree Celsius.. but the grass was little comforting to my body...

"Hey dog... lie on the cement there... not on grass"

I looked up with pleading eyes for some mercy... but all i could hear was "fast".

And I followed the order... bare body burning of the heat from the cement floor.

I could hear the conversation  or rather I think they were talking loudly so that I hear the conversation.

Goddess : See I told you he will obey whatever I say, just because I order that

Almighty : Yeah, I see it but I see there is a scope of lot of improvement..when you said you have a slave dog I thought it will never answer you back. It will never hesitate even for a second, it will not ever question any of your order

Goddess : hmmm

Almighty : You know, if you tell it to die, it should die... without even thinking for a second..thats what devotion is..thats what a slave dog is right...

Goddess : hmmm

I could sense the disappointment and anger in goddess's voice.. And the fear of punishment from goddess overcame the pain and burning I was receiving from the sun and the hot cement floor...

Almighty : Don't worry sis... I am here right.. I can train it for you..and before I go.. you will have it trained one hundread percent...

Goddess : So shall we bring it in and start training it

Almighty : No honey... let it boil in sun for some time. It will bring him back to his senses. Trust me it will obey better.

Goddess : hmm

For the first time in my 5 years I spent as a slave with my goddess, I could sense she was pitying for me.

Almighty : It is getting too hot to sit in balcony, let's go in sis.. let's sit in AC and watch TV

And I was left alone, ignored in to fry like a piece of meat

The pain I was feeling was something which I had never felt before and this comes from a slave who has worked his ass off to please my goddess

I don't know when I fainted due to the heat.

I woke up to kick on my head and I could see 2 pairs of feet clad in heels

As soon as I see the heels.. I jumped on to greet and kiss the heels...

I could see they were holding umbrella.. They could not bear this sun for even few mins..and here I was left to bake in the sun for god knows how much time

"Come in"

And i follow in on all fours gathering all the energy left in me..

As we reached the hallway, I had no energy left and I collapsed on the floor.. flat..crying for water...

"Goddess.. water please.. goddess.. I am dying of thirst..."

Little did I know that I would have rather stayed unconscious or even died to have woken up to the double trouble waiting for me.

When I woke up, I realised I was being used as a footstool without any mercy as if I was not a living thing but a furniture. 

As soon as I woke up, I saw almighty resting one of her shoes on my face and other dangling above my head, with all the energy I could gather I stretched my tongue and started licking her shoes trying to make her happy. While I slowly gained senses I saw that goddess had rested her boots on my body and was pressing against the blisters I got from my sun baking. They both were completely engrossed in the movie they were watching and were completely ignoring me. To gain attention , I blurred out : thank you almighty thank you goddess thank you so much. Water water...may I get some water goddess..may I get some water almighty..

Almighty spoke up .. go to your bathroom there is water for you...

And they both lifted their foot off me and kicked me away as if I was a nuisance.

I could not walk..so I dragged myself to the bathroom and found no water anywhere. I could see the bathtub was used but there was hardly any water left. All I could see was water in commode , having no choice I put my head into the commode and started drinking water from it. Not caring what was it mixed with whether it was goddess and almighty golden shower or their holy shit. I wanted to be alive and to be alive I needed that water.

I heard snap of fingers... immediately gaining my strength I rushed out and knelt before goddess and almighty, they had such a contemptuous look towards me as if they were looking at shit. Chi...they exclaimed. Take bath and come..

Yes my goddess..yes my almighty..I bowed out and went to the garden where I took bath from the hose like a dog. The blisters which I got on my skin from the sun burn burned like hell under the cold water of hose, but I had to clean myself quickly and present myself to my goddess and almighty. I hurried and was kneeling back in no time my mind rushing to make sure almighty was impressed ,my life depends on it now. 

 

Slav(e)acation part 2....

 Continued from the previous post...

As I entered the coupe at the snap of fingers from my goddess wife, there were no orders. With food particles spread all around the dirty floor, I was well trained what to do. I started eating every bit of food from the floor which was mixed with dirt, sand and god knows what. I didn't realize out of exhaustion and eating food after so much time, when I fell asleep on the floor itself. I was used to sleep in most uncomfortable positions and this was nothing new. I was woken by kick , don't know if it was a kick by my goddess wife or her bf, neither did i care, immediately i got into my kneeling position and said " Sorry sorry goddess..sorry goddess, i slept" Not acknowledging my apology " get bags ready, we are reaching goa" came order from my goddess. Immediately, I got to work making sure not to get my goddess angry anymore and get punished in turn. I completely searched the coupe and picked up everything and packed. Seeing 3 used condoms my heart sank and as I was gulping, kick on my head came... clean the coupe. Don't want others to know what happened inside. "Yes goddess, yes goddess" and i reached for the condom underneath and picked it up using my hand and trashed it. I reached out for goddess's shoes and with the hope of touching her feet and impress her, I asked " Can I put shoes on your feet my goddess" another kick... "do what i say".. disappointed, as i continue cleaning and packing, goddess picked her shoes and placed on my back...and started wearing it herself...very disappointed that i could not even touch her feet and became a foot stool, I continued cleaning and packing, thinking myself fortunate that my back was blessed by my goddess's shoes. with everything packed, I knelt in a corner waiting for the next order. Goddess and her bf were excited and busy exploring the new city and hence, our taxi ride to the hotel was largely uneventful from a humiliation POV. I had a breather of a time sitting next to the driver in the taxi, while my mind was all the time racing against what was going to be the storm after this lull.

The room as as luxurious as ever...but for them. as for me... the toilet is a toilet in any restuarant... clean at first..but later...you never know..depends on goddess's mood and health..Goddess decided to play a wicked game as we got down from the taxi... as i opened the door for her to get down..she came and hugged me and gave me a kiss on my cheek... stretched her arms for me to grab and walk along... sensing the opportunity to once be treated equal..i held her hand and walked... i could see bf giving a wicked smile... at the reception..i was proud to announce my name : Mr. and Mrs. Rajesh and a guest...and get the keys proudly and walked... the luggage was carried for a change by room boy, while bf was walking behind us..oogling at my wife's ass...i was in heaven...enjoying being treated equal and walking...as soon as we entered the room and i tipped the room boy 1000 rs happily.....came a slap...what the fuck...chi.... how dare you touch me you filthy dog...i was shell shocked to reply...i dropped to knees...and started pleading..."goddess...please please forgive me..i forgot my status..i forgot my aukad and acted in a flow... it won't be repeated" and i dropped to her feet and started begging for my life holding her feet..she kicked me away and went to balcony to enjoy the view with bf... while walking i could see both of them giggling...which made me realize it was one of the tests goddess was keeping for me... only problem was till now..i don't know what is the right answer to this test , if at all it happens again...and i don't know if my punishment is over...i was still lying on the floor where goddess stood a few seconds back..with tears in my eyes..more from the shock, dejection and disappointment than pain...Seeing that goddess was in no mood to even punish me, i went into my room, which is the bathroom and to make my goddess happy, i started cleaning the bathroom hoping to impress goddess or in worst case get her attention to get punished..I put the best ever effort at cleaning the toilet which was used by god knows who and which was not yet blessed by my goddess to impress her, suddenly i hear goddess calling me " get out" and she was standing at the bathroom door, i thought it was in for some luck and goddess would use the bathroom i had spent so much time cleaning but sir came in and kicked me out. Like a faithful dog, i was waiting outside the bathroom at my goddess's feet while sir was using the bathroom, goddess kept her sandaled feet on my head as a footstand while fiddling with her hairs with one hand and looking at her mobile with other, as if i didn't even exist, though she ensured my face was crushed on the floor under her feet pressure and i had trouble breathing. As sir exits the bathroom without flushing of course, goddess enters , while entering casually kicks off her shoes on my face as if i was some shoe rack, no instruction nothing. It is these confusing moments which are most difficult to handle, should i clean the bathroom, should i clean her shoes, should i simply kneel there? I thought best is to take sniff of her shoes which had the warm smell of her feet and started cleaning them with all sincerity , licking the insoles and outside. " Soles only" came the order from inside the bathroom. One side i was happy that Goddess and me were totally in sync, she correctly guessed that I would be cleaning her shoes, but other side i was terrified because i had licked insoles and top portions too and it was all wet. Realizing my mistake i immediately began wiping the shoes on my head to dry it off my hairs praying that Goddess doesn't return soon. Bathroom door opens and goddess steps out, I was literally shivering in fear, but she decided to completely ignore me, jumped over the kneeling me and went to the balcony walking barefoot to her bf. I continued rubbing her shoes on my head and drying it thanking heavens that Goddess didn't punish me for my mistake, yet. 

I was summoned by a snap of fingers from the balcony. Thanks to all these years of training i could hear goddess fingers snap in loudest environments. Immediately, I ran and knelt at her feet as I have practiced. "Get the bed ready" came the order. With eyes full of jealousy, i tried to glance up to see what were they upto as i could see only 2 feet of sir's on floor, I could see goddess was comfortably sitting on sir's lap. "Yes, my goddess " i replied meekly and went to get bed ready for my wife goddess and her bf sir to have fun, leaving them to warm up with some foreplay. 

As was the practise, I ordered new sheets with the hotel maintenance put them, got the exact amount of rose petals and spread it evenly on the bed. The memories of my own honeymoon came to mind where my wife goddess complained about excess rose petals on the bed and refused to sleep next to me, little did i know that was the begining of this life. Snap of fingers brought me back to the reality and i ran and knelt by my goddess's side in the balcony. "Ask sir which flavor of condom he wants and order it" and I could hear loud laughter from both of them. May be like me, sir was also not expecting this level of humiliation. I crawled to sir's side and in a pleading tone : " Sir..Sir.. can you please please let me know what flavor of condom would you condom would you need? " I spoke in a tone barely audible out of shame , guilt and humiliation. "Can't hear you" Came from sir. A slap is what came from my goddess " Can't you talk louder idiot". "Yes goddess, yes goddess" I repeated the same this time louder. " Condom .... for what?" Laughter sound was so loud that the next room would have heard it. Alas, nobody would have heard or cared about the tears I had. " Sir... condom... for.... for... having safe sex with my wife ..." Even though I was stuttering while speaking this, I made sure i speak loud enough. Luckily, sir was in hurry and said " Get any goddamn flavor man, but get 5 of them" Thanking god and my goddess that my humiliation was shortlived, " Thank you sir , thank you goddess " and i bowed out to get the condom and continued with getting the bed room ready. With romantic Jazz music playing and wine ready for them to drink at their disposal, i came and reported " Goddess, bed room is ready". I could see only two feet of sir's walking to the bed room, meaning goddess was being carried to the bedroom and the door closes, leaving me without any orders or instructions for the remaining night, which I had no clue of how long it is going to be. 

The Jail..

 Somewhere in near future....

The society has taken turn to become matriarchal. Women are superior to men in all aspects. All marriages and relationships are femdom related. Mistress - Slave relationship are more common than any other relationship. To give more power to the women, slave men are sentenced to jail at the slightest mistake. Any women can send a man to jail for any mistake, no questions asked. Men are then left to rot in jail doing public service, which is much worse than serving a mistress in person. Men in such jails have to work their way up to be selected by any visiting mistress to become house slave again to have an improved life.

I have been waiting for such an opportunity to become a house slave again ever since my mistress threw me into Jail for my mistake...10 years back. Slogging every single day in public service of women, hoping against the hope of being chosen by some mistress. But with age catching up and I becoming weaker and uglier each day, the chances of me rotting to death in the Jail seemingly look more plausible. 

Today was special day at our Jail. We were getting a new mistress to join as our new Jailor. The story about her is that she has had one of the best growth in her career, from a 18 year old girl owning her first slave to becoming a Jailor by 28. She knew her job very well, which was to dominate, humiliate and torture men slaves. She was supposedly the strictest mistress around and toughest to be pleased. So, every single slave was given special tasks to perform today to impress the jailor on her first day and with the hope of impressing her or rather not angering her every slave was slaving around cleaning.

I was given the task of mopping the marble floor of the corridor where she was supposed to walk. As I have been doing for the past 10 years, I was on my fours, naked, hungry and powerless, mopping the floor under direct supervision of one of the matrons around. Any dirt on the floor which won't come off with mopping, I was supposed to lick and clean and eat up all the dirt. I was making every effort to make the floor shiny so that I could see the new Jailor's face in the reflection from the floor as I bow down before her.

Audi car pulls up and all matrons rush to welcome the new Jailor. All men slaves knelt wherever they are with head bowed position, face touching the floor, nobody moved. I was left kneeling right at the entrance of Jailor mistress's cabin. With the sound of high heels tapping on marble floor, the Jailor walked on the floor which I had just cleaned and licked, and stopped for a moment near me and giggled looking at me. I dared to open my eyes and look at the floor to see her and I had the shock of my life and it sent shivers down my spine.

The new Jailor was the mistress who sent me to jail 10 years back, the 18 year old mistress I was serving at her home for the crime of not chanting her name properly. The punishment for this was that she made me tattoo her name on my back  and then threw me into the jail. Now I realize the reason for her giggle seeing me, she would have recognized me from her name tattoo on my back. 

As she and other matrons entered her cabin, the door was locked. And I resumed the duty of cleaning the floor. I was shell shocked realizing that after putting me to Jail, my mistress had grown more and more strict to grow up the ladder to reach the position of Jailor.

I also realized that any disobedience reported here about me by my Jailor would mean end of life for me. I started cleaning the floor with more passion and energy.

Door opens and the old familiar voice of my mistress calls out : Hey dog, come here.

Immediately I crawl into her cabin and bow down in prostrate position before her to pay her the due respect. 

"Footstool" came the order and I lied down in front of her face down so that she and other matrons could rest their boots on me and discuss on how to run this place and how to make slaves serve them better. 

Mistress chose to rest her boots on my head while other parts of my body were being used by other Matrons. The way mistress was trampling me showed why she grew in her career, she knew very particularly how to induce pain on the slave by twisting her heels and rubbing the rough portions of her shoe on my skin. As for me, I had endured so much pain during my slave existence but this was something new. I realized that my young mistress of 18 had metamorphosed into a goddess who was supposed to be worshipped.

My mistress chose me to be her personal slave at work. I didn't know if it was an opportunity for me to try to become a house slave for her or to be disposed off due to not being able to server her to her satisfaction, only time will answer.

My duties began from very early morning in mistress office cabin. I had to clean every inch of inch spotless. Then prepare her coffee at sharp 9 am and have it ready and then kneel in front of her leather chair and wait for her. I never knew what dress she or any of the ladies wore since I never got the fortune of looking up beyond their shoes but I know every single day mistress wore spotlessly clean shoes. I realized some lucky slave was her house slave who was responsible for it. 

One day, mistress seemed to be in playful mood. " Footstool " came the order and as I presented my body as her footstool, she chose to step on the tattoo with her name on and decided to dig the heels there. I could just cry in pain, no sounds allowed. She asked , whose name is this playfully. 

" Mistress, that was my house mistress . She was the most beautiful mistress I have ever seen. She was so gracious and divine ". I gave few additional points thinking to impress her. " Are you telling me I am not beautiful you filthy dog. "

" No mistress, I didn't mean that mistress, I very well know you are the same person my mistress , my goddess. You are the most amazing, beautiful divine, gorgeous woman in the world and you are my goddess" . Saying this i prostrate on the floor with my head inches away from her spotless shoes to worship her and completely surrender her.

I could hear her laughter for the first time after so many years. Her laughter had become much more confident.

" Finally you learnt your lesson huh. Remind me why I sent you to Jail ".

" Yes mistress yes I have learnt my lesson for my life I will behave better going forward. " 

" Shut the fuck up and answer me why the fuck did I send you to jail "

" Mistress , I missed to chant your name one day morning while waking you up since my mouth was full of your shoe heels which I was sucking ".

" Hmmm...that is indeed a big offense , isn't it. You must worship me both physically through your actions and through your mind . Your body, mind and soul all belongs to me. Is that clear ? ". 

She asked digging her heels into my head.

" Yes yes my goddess..I understand goddess... Goddess..may I please ask you something... "

" Good manners of seeking permission before asking me something ...but not now...I want to enjoy my coffee and want silence... You can start licking my shoes "

Disappointed , but also happy at the same time that at least I could break the ice and with the hope that someday I could beg and convince her to take me as a house slave I started licking her boots clean, eating up every single dirt from it, from the soles...using my tongue on the shoe soles to eat up every single piece of dirt.

As I could see some dirt on her shoes were not coming off the shoes I used my teeth, she felt it immediately and moved her shoes away after kicking me. 

" Sorry goddess sorry goddess..the dirt won't come off..so I was using my teeth ...only on the soles..."

" Yeah, shoe soles is fine...never ever use teeth on the upper leather portion..each pair of shoes is more valued than your life.. understood ?"

" Yes my goddess absolutely goddess "

She put her shoes in front of my face again and I made a note in my mind of a small victory I had over her house slave who had missed to clean those spots.

I was lost in cleaning her shoes and suddenly she pours her left over coffee on the floor...

" Good job with shoes...and good jobs will get rewarded like this...bad ones.. you know what.... Right..."

"Yes yes my goddess... I know goddess..how can I forget goddess..."

She got up from her leather chair and walked towards the bathroom, not listening to me fully.

Luckily I had become an expert at cleaning the bathrooms during my 10 year stay... Never missing a spot...

As she came out of the bathroom, she snaps her finger...

I run to her...she standing at the footmat says " shoes...I don't want dirt from bathroom to get into the cabin"

I immediately start licking shoes again..top and bottom and make it spotlessly clean...swallow anything and everything on the shoes...as she realizes I am done...she keeps walking not caring where my mouth is .I fall down on floor as she suddenly moves..and then follows her to her chair...

As she sat on the chair and I was becoming her footstool..

" Don't be lazy...go and clean the bathroom" came the order with a kick on my head...

I crawled to the bathroom and cleaned up her used bathroom...just like the teenager she was..she didn't flush and had made a mess deliberately around  just to make me clean it...

After cleaning it thoroughly... I came out to see she had stepped on the coffee which she spilled for me to drink...

Snap of fingers and " shoes "

I immediately started licking her shoes and the coffee of the floor ..I was having a coffee after so many years..when you are a prisoner , you are not allowed coffee..

It felt heavenly even though it was cold and from the cold floor. 

Like a hungry dog I lapped it up all...little did I realize that goddess was watching it from her seat... She didn't complain so I beleive she was impressed.

" I want to tour the Jail. Take me on the tour". Came the order.

I was confused, how do i carry her. Not working in close proximity as a personal slave for a women for so long had me completely baffled. I moved away and made space for goddess to come out of chair and walk. She snapped her finger, then I realized she wanted to sit on me like old times. I was so happy and was in seventh heaven. This was the closest I would be to any woman in last 10 years. I adjusted my height on fours for goddess to sit. My skin started working as a sense organ after 10 years and as she sat on my back I realized she had gained weight and was in perfect shape. I also realized that she was wearing a jeans shorts. Lost in thoughts and happines, I forgot that I had to move. 

"Slap" came the sound of a strong slap on my cheeks.

"Sorry goddess sorry goddess" and I started moving.

As I was showing her around the Jail and introducing other slaves, who were obviously on their fours and bowed position, a fear came into my mind, what if she removes me from her personal slave position and takes in a stronger and better slave.

To make her more happy, while she was sitting on my back with her feet dangling in front of my face, I kept licking her shoes with my tongue to show my devotion towards her.

Whenever she wanted me to stop and inspect, I dropped to fours with my head down all the way to the floor and my palms stretched out so that she can step on them if she feels like the floor is dirty for her to walk on. 

After touring the entire Jail we came back to her cabin.

While I was little happy about my service to her and I thought I had impressed her, just to make me confused and keep me guessing, she got off me at the cabin door and ordered me to wait outside, she went in and closed the door. 

I was extremely disappointed and the thought that I will be replaced by another personal slave started running thru my mind.

Inside the cabin, the goddess was trying to play with my mind. She remembered very clearly the incident which made her throw me into the jail.

* 10 Years back from Goddess POV*

It was indeed a special evening. My bf was visiting me. My bf was one of the few males who had escaped the clutches of male slavery and could lead a normal human life. Being born into a rich family with God like looks only helped him further. And I was all crazily in love with him. 

It is not difficult for any girl to understand what a man feels about her , more so for someone as sharp as me and someone as dumb as him. Ever since I bought him from the slave market I turned 18, I knew he had a crush on me. So I made rules : he can't talk to me unless spoken to, he can't look up beyond my knees ever, always and always he will be on knees in front of me and I began to restrict his food. With food restrictions he gradually lost all his crush towards me and became more and more submissive and obedient.

Today I decided to completely crush his crush towards me. So my boy friend came by and we made out right in front of him...he not seeing it but I made sure he realized it.. he was sitting on fours in a corner of the room holding our dress ..our shoes were kept on his back...anything dropping would mean severe punishment and he knew better to drop it... I made as much noise I could to tease him... And at the end of it... I summoned him to come with all the dress and shoes on him... He was like a moving closet, lol.

Then just to prove a point to my bf... Yes I am that cruel...I thought to take my slave for a ride..so I made him put on my shoes first .. next I made him suck my heels...and made him chant my name... One suck and open chant...while I kiss and make love again to my bf...so it took hell of a will power to ignore what was happening above him and focus..and he screwed up... 

And then my bf was curious on what I would do with this slave who screwed up ..so I reported him to jail...screwed his life .. and I didn't budge even for all his pleadings and beggings and worship..it gave me such a high...this was just the first slave I sent to jail...

Remembering these incidents gave me new high...and with the same slave at my door at my mercy ... 

I decided to call my bf , who is my husband to the scene...

* Back to present with slaves pov

I made a resolve in my mind to serve goddess to my best... I didn't want to disappoint her again and be punished again ..

As I was worshipping the floor....with my face dug into floor...hands outstretched and without realizing I started chanting my goddess's name...the same name which I failed to chant and ended up in jail...

Suddenly door opens and goddess is standing there looking down at me...with a kick on my head came the command " clean everything...guest coming " 

" And yeah...continue chanting..don't stop.." goddess ordered happily and went off to welcome the guest.

Feeling content that it is going in right direction I again cleaned every nook and corner of the cabin and toilet... I didn't want to make any mistake and spoil my chance of a redemption...but the thought of a guest coming kept coming in my mind wondering who it was going to be..

After cleaning thoroughly..I resumed my kneeling position with head on floor and palms outstretched chanting my goddess's name.. Ready to be trampled... And after sometime .I hear footsteps.. more than one obviously.. I could look from the reflection of the marble floor I had cleaned thoroughly that it was a male...one of the few privileged male in todays society who were considered equals to women... And goddess walking arm in arm with that person... As I was kneeling there..both of them ignored me to go and sit on the leather couch in the cabin in comfortable position...

" Get us wine" came the order...I didn't forget to chant the name...I kept on chanting the name ...which again went ignored ..I was not sure if goddess was noting it or not..but I decided to continue chanting...

As I got wine served in glasses and knelt before them handing wine glasses to them, i could hear them doing cheers and sipping from each other's glasses..

" What's the noise you keep making you dog "

" Goddess... I am chanting your name as ordered... And trying to obey you goddess... "

" Make yourself useful... You don't deserve to chant my name .you are not my personal slave...you are a prisoner...always remember that...now get on to shoes.."

I could not imagine what changed and why suddenly goddess was so upset... Left with no choice..I began licking her shoes , soles and tops..as she and her husband were chatting and romancing ignoring me... I stopped chanting her name... And was shocked that I lost the right to even chant her name...

To be continued..

Chronicles of Slave husband 4 - the beginning of how...

As I was left alone in the house , my wife going out with another man for the first time in front of my eyes.... My memory took me back to where it all began...

Place : Bangalore

Time : 2 Years back

On day one of my joining at new job...I was nervous as hell...Everything was new for me...New city..new job..new culture...a massive shift from the remote south indian village i came from...

As we were all sitting nervously in the class room... walked in a girl..who I had not even seen in my dreams... 5 feet 8 inch in height...perfect hour glass figure... a radiant and dynamic face...wearing a knee length black skirt and a red color shirt tucked in... as she entered...the room.. her aura made me stand up to wish her...and I blurted out....good morning madam..in a typical south indian accent...She giggled and ignored me..only to go and sit among the other side..as far as possible from me... the look she gave me...as if i am the dirt on her street....

As it turned out, she was the daughter of one of the board of directors of the company and always got special privileges... She was chosen the leader of the batch and was given the responsibility of making everyone pass the training... As expected, I turned out to be the weakest link in the entire batch..partly because of my lack of English knowledge back then..partly because of my low self esteem..but mostly because...I could not even speak in front of her....

Due to my low and her superior performance, i was directly tagged under her. She would review every work of mine before I deliver elsewhere. I had to shadow her wherever she goes and learn things. She seemed to detest seeing me around her but she too had no choice, but deep down I thought she was enjoying showing off to others about how pathetic I am and she was never missing any opportunity of putting me down.

I was absolutely loving this life, from my childhood i always had submissive tendencies, but this was like a dream life for me. I had never imagined that I would be around such a gorgeous girl in my life, so I didn't mean how much ever rude or mean she was to me, to be with her , to be around her, to be breathing the same air as her was the best thing to happen to me.

After the period of training, it was time to vacate the premises and find our own accommodation and here was the biggest twist in my life. While there were tons of proposals to share room with Miss. Rhea, as I was used to call her, she for some reason chose to share flat with me. After work one day, while she was in canteen with her usual bunch of friends and I was standing behind her getting my work of the day reviewed by her and serving her and her friends with juice and snacks from the canteen, she said " Raju, your work for today is over, now go and find a good 2 bed room apartment in this area. Remember when I say GOOD it has to be GOOD." I was shell shocked. I kept standing there like a duffer. She snapped her fingers in front of my face to bring me back to my senses, and I blurted out " Yes Miss Rhea" and I started making a move. She shouted back " Are oh, you forgot to clean the table" as she and her friends got up and went leaving behind their trash for me to clean from the table. 

Amidst all these routine insults I was not able to comprehend how on earth she chose to stay with me in a flat, little did I know of her intentions and how this was going to change my life forever....

Slav(e)acation

This is the imaginary story of my vacation with my goddess wife. For details of the kind of couple we are, you can read the story in my other posts. In short, I am a slave husband to my wife goddess.

Date : Dec 29th Year : XXXX, Place : Chennai

I felt no shame in carrying my wife goddess's luggage on my head like a coolie on a crowded Chennai Central Station. As is the typical Indian crowd mentality, how much ever busy they were with their own travel to celebrate the new year with their family and loved ones, they never missed to see something as strange as this. A gorgeous girl in her mid 20s, walking arm in arm with a hunk of late 20s, as if this was not enough to turn heads, following was a 30 something dark bald man dressed in just a shorts carrying luggage on his head. Some wondered if it was a coolie but how can a coolie be without uniform. i could hear whispers, giggles, mobile camera clicking, videos, flash everything. Unperturbed to all this I followed my goddess and her bf. In fact I was not prepared for this. I expected to carry luggage but I thought since it has wheels I can drag it on to the station. But goddess was in a different mood, she wanted to begin the trip even before it began. As soon as we got off the taxi, and I got the luggage out of the trunk, she snapped her fingers and said "on your head" and started walking. I had to run to keep pace with her, not that I matter to her, but I wanted to be around her, to breathe the same air she did, watch as she walks on the platform wearing the heels I licked clean among other shoes in a Jeans shorts and a cotton shirt perfectly matching the destination of our trip, Goa!

As I was thinking that my humiliation in my own home town in public was over, fate intervened. As is the case with any Indian railway station, more so with Chennai, it was dirty. I can't say if my goddess did it deliberately or it happened by accident, neither did it matter, she stepped on some left over food packet on the platform and out came all the left over food, sambhar, upma and chutney. How am I so particular about it, because all my focus was on her feet and how she stepped. She shouted.... Chiiiii... and many heads turned. I stopped 3 steps behind her as was my instruction. However, she looked at me and snapped her finger and barked the order "Clean".  I was not expecting this, so shell shocked I kept looking at her. To which, she came towards me and gave me a slap, can't you hear idiot. That's when I realized that she had deliberately stepped on it. I pleaded with her, Goddess... vendam..public a irukku... police iruku nga... She said again...firmly "Clean." I had no choice but to obey... we went to a corner... i kept the bag from my head on the floor, ran and bought a water bottle, and started cleaning her shoes with water... luckily it was a public place and she didn't make me lick it. As she was lifting one leg on air for me to pour water and clean, she was leaning on her hunk bf for support. I poured water with one hand and rubbed her shoe soles with the other to clean her shoes. Once she was satisfied, she changed her leg and I did the same thing with her other shoe. Then as if it was nothing, she started walking. I had to quickly run to the trash, throw the water bottle, then pick the food packet which my goddess had stepped on, threw it into trash and quickly ran to follow. In private that would have been my meal, but this was a public place and I was not lucky.

As she approached the first class coach booked for us, came the order : Go and clean the seat and coupe..and as if i did not exist, she was lost in her bf's words and arms. I always wondered how she managed to switch from a mean goddess to a beautiful girl friend in a fraction of a second, may be that's why she is a goddess and me.... Lost in thought, I missed to obey for a second, but when I saw her giving me a stern look and walk towards me, I knew what was in store, i immediately kept the bag on the floor and ran into the train coach to do my cleaning work...may be I was learning...may be.... After thoroughly cleaning the seats and coach with the wet tissue bought for this, as was instructed to wipe every nook and corner of the coupe making it fit for the goddess to travel in it... I ran outside and reported about it being clean. Get cigarette, water bottle and coke! Came the order. I had reached the stage where I didn't expect any appreciation for  in my my work, but usually I used to get a hmm or a nod,but no not today. I guess I was in for a ride during this trip.

As I ran back after buying water bottle, cigarette and Coke, I saw the bag was left there on the platform and my king and queen, that is my sir and goddess.. as I was expected to call them during this entire trip were seated comfortably in the coupe with door locked. I carried the bag on my head and went and knocked the door but no response. Understanding the situation I kept the bag down and sat on the floor outside the coupe as I could no longer stand due to the physical exertion experienced. Other passengers threw me weirs look thinking I am a beggar who has entered first class compartment by mistake. Luckily nobody said it out aloud but it was all in their eyes. I had learnt the hard way to ignore all these comments and focus on what my goddess would be doing inside with her bf, the trip was yet to begin but had they already started making out inside the coupe, I had no clue and no way of finding out. I leaned by the door and started imagining how this this trip became a reality and don't know when I dozed off due to all the tiring work.

I woke up by someone slapping my face, only to see TTR there waking me up. He seemed really upset that some beggar is sitting in the first class compartment. I knew better not to disturb goddess and sir who had locked the coupe, so i begged, pleaded and bribed the TTR to let me sit on the doorstep of the coupe. He was surprised and shocked, first with my strange request and then seeing me having money. He offered me a seat in the next coupe, but I said, I am fine here. Next he entered the coupe to check my goddess and sir's tickets, the door closed behind him and while he came out I could see he had a puzzled expression. Perplexed he walked on, the train started and so began our honeymoon, me , my goddess and her bf. 

Sitting outside the coupe, I tried my best to listen or see what is happening, but with the loud noise of the train, I could hardly hear anything. Along with 1000 thoughts running in my mind, I also remembered the rules set for the trip by my goddess, one of which was that I will not talk or disturb her unless she calls for me. So here I was sitting on the dirty floor of the train outside the coupe where my goddess and her bf were enjoying inside during the trip which I paid for completely and begged, pleaded for my goddess to come.  Copassengers walking in the path were treating me like a nuisance but the money I gave to TTR helped me secure this place. 

Suddenly I got lucky and the door opened and I heard the snap of fingers. I was trained well enough to hear the snap of fingers in the loudest of environment. I could even sense the difference in snap sounds when my goddess was angry vs when she was happy. Today's one suggested she was not happy. I immediately went in kneeling and knelt before her, with my head on the floor as is the customary. She rested her heeled feet on my head and kept talking with sir who was sitting next to her. Luckily, sir did not feel me lucky enough to be his footrest. While her heels were digging into my head, all my lethargy flew away with my goddess's touch on me. Little later that I realized they were discussing the menu they want to eat for lunch. Once decided, goddess lifts her feet from my head and snaps fingers. I lift my head up to look upto her. Her radiant face glowed in the winter sun, how happy did she look. I was happy to see her happy. I could also see her shirt had all creases and her hairs were all messed up. Not that I care or dare to question. With time I had learnt to steal glances at her face and other parts of her body which was prohibited by her. They gave me the order and started conversations as if I was not there. I realized the food was for just 2 people, but I dare not argue. 

"Oh idiot, edukku da wait pannara... "

"Illainga... naan... enakku...sappadu.... " i could gather courage to muster these words... but to be shood away. "Po da...vangittu vaa, door close pannittu po"

I heard sir say something to goddess... then came anther order " Bag ulla vei... wine edu.. drink prepare pannu... then shu..... "

Another example of a switch... from a beautiful happy girl friend to a mean and cruel goddess... 

Obediently I got the bag inside, got the wine out, wine glasses and poured two glasses of wine and handed it over to each one of them. 

" Did you forget the drink manners?"

"No No goddess... I thought it is public... i mean... ..sorry..."

Immediately I dropped on floor and kissed her shoes and handed over the wine glass to her. Her white sneakers had picked up lot of dirt from the dirty roads and platforms and I got a taste of the dirt.

Next I moved towards sir, who was wearing a woodland shoes, of course bought with my hard earned money and planted a kiss... and handed over the wine glass to him.

" Shu.."

Came the order as if to chase away a dog which was bothering them. I heard them doing a cheers, twisting their arms around each other and taking a sip. As I went out kneeling, the person from next coupe saw me and were all giggling. I avoided eye contact and immediately ran to the pantry car in the train to get lunch for my co-passengers, my goddess and her bf.

While I came back with the food order, I could see wine glass almost half empty. Knowing that goddess gets really naughty and mean when drunk , I decided to maintain low profile. I served the food and went out of the coupe avoiding any eye contact and waited there patiently in hope of getting some food.

After what seemed like eternity, I could hear sound of finger snap. I immediately went in and knelt...as my eyes fell on the floor.... I realize they had lot of fun in feeding each other, there was food spilled all over the floor.... some crushed, some not...I guess there was lot of walking around as well.. As my eyes fell on goddess's shoes, I could see lot of food particles sticking on to her shoes...

 

Chronicles of Slave husband 3

Continued.....

Oh baby are you hungry....

Before I could look up to answer...

Came the answer..not any more honey... After what happened in bathroom.... Ha ha ha

But still this is your fav fish curry... Let's have it...

Here I was kneeling at my goddess feet ..not having eaten for two days...no water too...

What's that chicken curry for...you know I don't like chicken na..

Hey Raju...

Suddenly I was brought back to reality with my name being called by my goddess after so Long time...

Throw this chicken curry ..came the order...

Goddess... please may I ask you something.. please..

I resorted to begging tone... I was ignored...

I went closer to her feet... Put my head near her feet ..as I was not allowed to touch her unless she orders...

Please please please goddess... One request please...

Banging my head on the floor near her feet...to bring to her attention...

Irritated with my interupption she kicks my head away with her slippers..what the fuck....

Now realizing that I have completely spoiled her mood...I tell in a very low voice out of fear... Goddess...can I have the chicken curry instead of throwing and some water please ... Please please please and I fold my hand ...

Yeah...water first...it is there in bathtub...shu...she kicks me away like a dog...

Excited..I go to the bathtub... Drink the water by putting my mouth into it likes dog..not caring what water it is... It is like heavenly water for me...with soap, dirt and what not mixed into it..I drink as much as possible knowing very well that next time I will get water might be two or three days later...

Once done I come back and report...goddess.. chicken curry please....

Which chicken curry.. huh

The one I told to throw in dustbin huh.... You did not obey me...so I threw it myself...

With that...both of them got up from dining table... And sat on sofa...with wine glass...

One snap of fingers...and I ran and knelt in front of sofa...

Get my pink stilletos...said the goddess...

Luckily for me .I had cleaned all her shoes perfectly that day...

I came back holding her pink stilletos in my both hands respectfully...not keeping it down unless ordered..

She stretches her legs towards me...

I understand the instruction and put shoes on her feet...

Usually goddess always wears matching shoes..which meant..she was wearing the pink mini dress... Which was bought especially for late night parties...

As I was finishing with putting her shoes...

Your dinner is on the table...two two dinner for you today...lol... 

Telling about the left over food in both their plates...

Wish me good bye ..my dear husband... Came a teasing voice...

Followed by male laughter...

Yes yes goddess... And I bend down and plant kiss on each of her shoes... As she gets up and walks ...her heels making sound on the marble floor which I had cleaned spotlessley few hours ago.. leaving me high and dry wondering what I have landed into....

But my hunger of two days overruns my emotions and I run to the dining table to see two plates of everything mixed... Pulao... Fish curry...kheer...and lot of food on floor .. I eat every bit of it... Even from the floor...

Once my hunger is satisfied..I begin to wonder...how I got into this....

To be continued...

Chronicles of Slave husband 2

Continuing from previous post...

I tried to overtake the gentleman walkjng in front of me to make to the bathroom first but his stature and my weak body didn't allow me...so I was made to follow him to the bathroom...

As soon as goddess was able to see me..I dropped to my knees while the gentleman was towering over me..six feet in height and muscular body... And I could see him going into the tub after kicking off his dress...

All this happened as if it was a natural order of the law... As if I don't even exist...as if there was nobody looking at them... It all looked so natural to them..

The tears were not only coming from my eyes but my heart wept ...wept like a baby... But I tried to impress my goddess.. I knelt by the side of the tub and waited for goddess to throw her legs at me for rubbing...

All I could hear were sounds of laughter, giggle, kisses, water splashing around... 

Then all of a sudden a kick on my head...

Fish curry is ready ?

Yes goddess... It is ready... I spluttered out ..calling her goddess ..which I do to impress her more and to please her more...

Set the table and come back..

I went out kneeling... Heart broken into 1000 pieces... If I knew that this was coming a year back...I would have not signed up for this... Or did I have a choice...

Bathroom door was still open and the sounds of love birds enjoying themselves kept ringing in my ears...

After setting the table for three ppl with all dishes candle light.. flowers ..wine for drinking ..I go back to the bathroom and report...

Goddess everything is ready...

Really?? But we are not ready yet... And I get the leg on my head to rub...I try to do a better job ..the best I could ...

I really could not understand myself..when I should be revolting, shouting and fighting..I was trying to please my goddess more and more... What was the magic..I swallowed all the humiliation and jealousy and rubbed her feet with all the skills I had gained over past 1 year...getting in between her toes cleaning every bit of it... Hearing sound to smooching and water splashing all over...

It was then that I realized that I was not fed for the past 2 days ..no food no water... I gathered all my courage...and asked..

Goddess can I have some water to drink...

Ha ha ha...like school kids...it was a male voice..

Yeah yeah why not.. finish rubbing... Now the other one..and she changed legs ..

And I continued my good job on the other leg too... And they did theirs...once goddess was done....

Get out.. with a kick to my head...

And I bowed out quitely...waiting outside bathroom...

After what felt like eternity the gentleman was first to come out..all dressed and passed me to go and sit on the dining table ..

And I heard snap of the fingers...

Once again I was alone with my goddess... I wanted to ask what is happening...but I saw her mood attitude was completely changed...the towel was not in its place..so I believe she was wearing it...

Fours...came the order...

I saw her feet inside the fur slippers..

And I bend down for her to ride me..

To bedroom..

She rode me to the bedroom... 

Double snap of fingers..which meant I have to bow down completely and put my face on floor... While she will sit on me as the make up stool...

She got up once she was done with her make up...and three snap of fingers..which meant I had to go to corner of the room stay kneeling and look into the corner..mostly done while she was changing her dress...

In a span of few minures..from talking in soft voice it has changed to only snap of fingers...I wondered what mistake I did and how I can change things back...

Fours..

I immediately became her carriage...and took her to the dining table..where the third person in our life... The new entrant to our life was waiting... Who liked fish curry... For whom the menu was changed....

 As I was carrying goddess..I could see her legs were not covered... She was either wearing short skirt or some short sexy pant..I will get to know next day....

As I reached the dining table...goddess laughed out loud..seeing I had set table for three people... 

To be continued....