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“What do you say we raise the stakes a little?” Priya asked with a twinkle in her eye. She was sitting across the couch from me, wearing her black t-shirt and her light denim mini-skirt. There was a mischievous smile on her face as she concealed a set of playing cards in her hands. She had such a seductive grace to everything she did; just being near her made my heart race.
“What kind of stakes are we talking about?” I asked stealing a glance at her upper thigh. I could stare at those shapely, radiant thighs forever if such a thing were allowed.
“I want something really big from you if I win this round. And this is going to sound really weird,” she giggled. “As it turns out, I just lost my last recruit to an unfortunate accident and I was looking for a replacement.”
“Wait…what?” I asked. “You have employees?”
“Sort of,” Priya said. “I have men who work for me all day. You know, massaging my legs, washing my clothes, cleaning my house and all those little things that I just don’t have time for.”
“So, they’re man servants?”
“Not exactly.” Priya said. “I don’t give them any kind of salary for their work. They’re just use and throw humans.”
“Use and throw…” I reflected.
“I guess the right word for them would be ‘slave’.”
“Wow. I can’t believe any of this.” I tossed down my pack of cards. “You actually have slaves who would do anything for you…”
“Yes.” She nodded. “They live and die for me.”
“And let me guess. You want me to be your slave if I lose this round?” I asked.
“Exactly. I would lock you up in my toilet and make you work for me every day, for the rest of your life. You would have to obey my every command and live a life of servitude.”
“This is just crazy and cruel.” I said. “I think it’s illegal, too…”
“It isn’t if the men consent to being treated like that.” Priya said.
“What? Why would anyone willingly give up their lives and work for you?”
Priya shook her head. “Oh my! You’re just not getting it. I thought you were supposed to be a smart guy.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. I couldn’t believe I was apologizing for being an idiot.
“It’s okay. I’ll explain it to you in a simpler way.” Priya said. She turned towards me and leaned her back against the couch’s arm rest. Her sizzling long legs became fully visible as she brought them up to the couch, with her feet almost touching my pants. “I know how you feel.”
I gulped nervously as I looked at her beautiful, slender legs. “I…I don’t understand.”
“You are in love with me, aren’t you?” Priya asked.
“I…? Love…?”
“It’s okay.” Priya said. “Almost every guy I’ve ever met in my life falls in love with me or is already in love with me, I know you can’t help it. Men can’t help it at all. I am perfect in every conceivable way.”
“You are perfect.” I said, hovering my hand over her feet, hesitant to touch them.
“Now think about that from my perspective. Millions of guys are in love with me. I can’t have a million boyfriends now, can I?” Priya asked.
“No.” I said. “But if you are single…”
“Well I am between boyfriends.” Priya said. “That doesn’t mean I’ll go out with a fat, ugly loser like you. I've got my standards.”
“You didn't have to say it like that.” I bowed down, hurt by her straightforward talk.
“I mean, look at you and look at me.” I sat quiet and watched the beautiful girl blush. “You must feel so inferior next to a girl like me.”
“I am inferior.”
“Right. So, since you are already in love with me and you're an inferior being, I might as well use you like a slave. You can be part of my life and make me happy, while I get some work done. It's a win-win. Don’t you think so?”
“I…, see?”
“For example, right now. I’m going to give you the best moment of your life, ever.” Priya declared. I sat still, staring away at her gorgeous legs. She slowly brought her left foot up and allowed it to linger before my face for a moment. I got an uncontrollable erection as I watched her feet; part of me just wanted to grab them, kiss them and lick them clean for her but I held back. Her heel landed straight on my forehead. I closed my eyes and joined my hands together in prayer- this was the most religious moment I ever had in my life.
Priya’s feet moved down, her heels went down my nose and reached before my mouth. Their smell, although a bit rotten, was just plain seductive. I held her legs and gave the heel a French kiss. Not knowing how long I would have the liberty to smell her feet or lick off her dust, I had to savor every moment that she did allow me to have with them. Her foot moved up and down my face even as I kissed it, wiping off some of the black dust on my face and leaving some on my tongue. She brought her foot right down to my nose and made me sniff the area between her big toes. As I took a deep inhale, she pinched my nose shut between the toes, disallowing the passage of air. I kissed the cheeks of her foot, breathless but euphoric at the same time.
Her foot released the pinch and descended back to the couch- I had to bid farewell as she brought it down and placed them on the couch’s maroon velvet surface. I continued to watch them, longing to sniff them again, to caress them.
“There you go,” Priya said, withdrawing her legs. “Was that not the best moment of your life?”
“It certainly was, Priya.” I said.
“So,” Priya said, “That is what I want if I win- your life as my slave.” I felt hypnotized, barely able to listen to a single word she was saying. “What do you want if you win?” she asked, closing up her deck of cards.
“I… want,” I got down on my knees before Priya and went for another luscious kiss to her beautiful foot. “Everything you just said!” The girl smiled as she looked down at the seduced, enslaved version of me struggling to get at her feet.
“Become my slave and die for me!” Priya stated with a smile.
Tears of joy streamed down my eyes as I looked up to her. In a moment, she had become my Goddess. “I will, Priya. Gladly!”
“Welcome to my club, then. You are the thirty-first member!” Priya said.
“What happened to the first thirty slaves, Priya?” I ventured.
“Oh, they all died for me. Trust me, you don’t want to know how,” Priya said. “The same will happen to you, someday.”
“Thank you, Priya.” I kissed her lower leg and nodded.
“And don’t think I’m going to take care of you. You give me everything, and I give you nothing in return. That’s how it works. The only thing you will ever get to eat in your life,” she patted her upper thighs, “is my shit.” I sat up to kiss her other leg and nodded through every condition she mentioned. “You would not even have the right to drink water- the only thing you’re allowed to drink is my pee.” I licked her big toe, which had an unnaturally large toenail, and caught them in my mouth as I sucked their odor into my life. “Your job is to obey my every command, no matter what.”
“Priya,” I said, taking a break from my gratification. “You have given me the best moments of my life. I’m ready to do everything you tell me to- serving you is now the only purpose of my life.”
“That’s what I thought,” Priya smiled, looking down at me. “But, before you start working for me, there are a few rituals you need to go through.”
“Rituals?”
“Yes. First, I am going to give you a blessing and then I will mark you as my property.”
Priya stood over me and held her head high, pointing her forefinger down at me. “I now appoint you as my foot slave. Your job is to massage my feet and to accept kicks from me whenever I feel like giving them to you.”
“Thank you, Priya.”
“Call me Goddess.”
“Thank you, my Goddess.”
“Now, bring your head down lower,” she said, pointing at her feet. I lowered my head and tried to kiss her toe, but she raised her other foot up and stomped my head down, making me kiss the ground instead. She held up her hand in a flattened position like an Indian deity. “I bless you with a life of servitude under my feet,” she said. She then stepped her other foot on my head, using both her feet to crush me even harder into the floor. “As my foot slave, you would not get to eat anything. I don’t care if you die.”
Even as my head wiggled under her heavy, powerful feet, I managed to mumble a question. “Priya, you said I could eat your shit.”
“No, only my butt slaves get to eat shit. You have to work hard for me and get promoted, only then will I grant you the pleasure,” she said, stepping off from my head.
“Understood,” I said. “No food until I get promoted.”
“That’s right.”
“Priya, can I ask how long it might take me to get the promotion?” I asked.
“That depends on how well you serve me,” Priya smiled. “With exceptional performance, it might take a couple of years.”
“No food for two years.” I mumbled. “Thank you, Priya!”
“Now turn around and face upwards. I’m going to brand you as one of my slaves,” Priya ordered.
I turned around and lay down on the ground as quickly as I could, placing my head at her feet.
“Take off your shirt,” she commanded. I took off my t-shirt and joined my hands, looking up to her. Her hand went back behind her head, and before I could react, it had landed a hard slap on my face. “Bastard. You don’t have the right to look at me.”
“I’m so sorry!”
“Hmph.” She stepped both her feet on my stomach and crushed my ribs with the full weight of her body.
She then brought down her right foot to my chest vertically and cut deep into my chest with her huge, sharp toenail causing blood to ooze out. The pain almost made me scream, but I held back. ‘Shut up, this is your job now,’ I told myself. Her toenail moved down from my chest as she kept the pressure tight, marking a straight line on my chest. She then crushed her toenail at the top of the line again and carved out a semi-circle this time. The letter “P” was engraved on my chest.
She crushed down with her toenail next to the “P” and drew a straight line again. She then carved out a semi-circle and a crossed line. “R”. I watched the beautiful woman concentrate as if she were painting a beautiful picture. Through the rough movements over my chest, I winced in pain but the desire for smelling the girl’s feet again was much too powerful, too enduring to be lost in one painful ritual.
She carved out a straight line next to the “R”, making the letter “I” at the center of my chest. As her feet went down, she increased the pressure so much that I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Mercy, Priya,” I begged with my hands joined, tears welled up in my eyes.
“Oh, look at you crying for mommy. This is why you’re such a loser. You’ll never amount to anything in your life,” Priya laughed as she continued carving out her name. She carved a small angled line and a larger line in the other angle to make a “Y” on my chest.
She went for the last letter “A”, carving out two angled lines next to the “Y” followed by a horizontal line. I almost passed out from the pain, but was able to open my eyes and see her beautiful smile.
“There,” she said like she’s just finished a masterpiece. “Now I’ll know you’re one of my slaves.” She held her head up high. “You are my slave number thirty-one. That’s what I’ll call you until you die for me. Slave31.”
“Slave31 reporting for duty, Priya.” I cried.
Priya stood next to my head and knocked my head with her toe. “Good. But I don’t need you now. You can get lost.”
I got up and tried to crawl away from her on my hands and knees. She walked over me and kicked my head again. “My toilet is that way you bloody idiot.” I crawled towards the direction she was pointing and reached the toilet; a completely dark room. She kicked me until I was fully inside. “Stay there until I call you out,” she said, locking up the door.
Priya had me locked up in her toilet for many hours. As I sat in the darkness, staring at the white porcelain commode next to me I reminded myself to love this, for I had dreamed of this for many years of my life and now that it had happened, it was a bit underwhelming. Then again, feeling good wasn’t one of my rights as her slave.
I heard Priya’s footsteps drawing closer. With all the pent up eagerness in me, I sat up next to the door. But in the darkness, I couldn’t discern which way the door opened, or where I should be when she came in. She turned the lights on. I realized that I was on the wrong side, and it was far too late to do anything about it. Wham! She pushed open the door and hit my head as it flung open. Priya walked in to see me on the floor, rolling about in pain. “Hah. Serves you right! Your head is supposed to be inside my commode. What the hell do you think you were doing here?”
“Waiting for you, Priya.” I said.
“Get over there now!” she commanded, pointing to the commode. I sat up and lowered my head into the toilet water. “You’re such a loser, can’t even do that right.” She stamped the back of my neck and crushed my head down into the water. “Think of how lucky you’ve become in your life. This is where I poop.” As she crushed my head down harder, I tried to lap some of the commode water. She giggled. “That’s right. You eat where I poop.”
She stopped stamping and took her leg back, relieving some of the pressure off my neck. I took the opportunity to take a deep breath and stretch my neck. “Get in there again, loser!” she ordered.
“Yes…yes Priya. I’m sorry.” I piloted my head into her commode again.
“What the fuck is this? Do I have to come in here and make you do everything? You’re lazy and disgusting.”
“No, Priya.” I cried.
“If you don’t appreciate the job I’ve given you, you don’t deserve to be here at all. Get out of my house!” she commanded. “Now!”
“Please, Priya.” I fell to her feet and begged. “Give me just one more chance. I’ll do anything to prove myself to you.”
Priya kicked me off her feet. “You know how many people out there are waiting for a chance to be my toilet slave? I cannot have this kind of incompetence from my slaves. You hear me?”
“Yes, Priya.”
“First off, learn to address me as Mistress.” Priya said.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And this is your last warning. Don’t make me spell out exactly what you should be doing, it’s your job to figure out what I want and do it. Understood?”
I bowed down and placed my head at her feet, giving her toe a little kiss. “Thank you, Goddess.”
“I’m going to play a game with you now. Come on out,” she opened the door and walked out. I crawled behind her as fast as I could. “You know what I’d like to do now? I’m in the mood for kicking your ugly face.”
I crawled before her and sat up, offering my face.
She raised her leg and swung it across, landing a hard kick on my face. As I shook myself and tried to recover from the blow, she placed her hands on her hips and laughed. “How painful was that?”
“Very…” I rubbed my jaws, ridding them of some of the pain.
“But it’s just not enough.” Priya said. “Plus, my feet hurt from kicking you so hard.”
I got up and kissed her feet. “I’m so sorry, my Goddess.”
“Tell me exactly what you’re sorry for,” she said.
“I’m sorry that kicking my face hurts your feet.”
“That’s okay, because there’s a way for me to feel much less pain and for you to feel all of it.” Priya said. “Guess what I’m talking about?”
“Umm…”
“That’s right. Boots!” Priya smiled for the triumph of her own intelligence. “How would you enjoy hard leather boot soles going into that ugly face of yours?”
“It would hurt, Priya.”
“Aww,” she said, making a sarcastic sad expression on her face. “Look at you, such a pathetic cry baby.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“I want to kick your face. And I want to hurt you real bad.” Priya said, fondling my chest with her feet. “So, what do you want?”
“Isn’t there some other way I could entertain you, Priya?”
“Wrong answer.” Priya said. “This is the first lesson you must learn as my slave. You must want what I want. Nothing else. Got it?”
“Yes, Priya.”
“So what do you want?”
“I want you to kick my face and inflict as much pain as possible, Priya.” I said.
“Good doggie. Now what do I need to give you more pain?”
“Your boots, Priya.” I crawled over to the veranda and made for the shoe cabinet. It was a three foot long wooden cupboard, and there was a large pair of leather boots on the upper shelf. I reached for them with my hands.
“No! Pick them up with your mouth and place them at my feet.” Priya said. I never even realized that she’d followed me into her veranda. “Slaves don’t have the right to touch my footwear.”
I caught the upper end of the left boot with my mouth and placed it before Priya. “Good,” she said. I quickly fetched the right boot and placed it before her.
She slowly stepped her feet into her boots and was about to bend down to zip them close, but stopped herself. “Hey, slave. Zip them close with your mouth.”
I swiftly kissed the zip and caught it between my teeth. Then I pushed myself off the ground, bringing up the boots’ zip with me as I went up. I then did the same for her other boot.
“Hmm…” she blushed, stepping one foot forward and spreading her hands apart. “How beautiful do I look?”
“If at all possible, you look even more regal and majestic, Priya.” I said.
“I know. But go on.”
“You’re a gorgeous killing machine sent by God to rule over all men.” I said.
“You are mistaken, my slave. For I am God. Most of the time, I create incredibly beautiful things like my very own body.” Priya said, with her head high. “But some other times, I make mistakes. I create scum like you.” She pointed her finger at me. “Sub humans who are destined for nothing worthwhile.”
“My Goddess!” I said. “I am sorry that I exist. Life should be a privilege reserved for winners like you.”
“I cannot ever forgive you for being alive.” Priya said. “But I can end your miserable life and clean up my act.”
“Crush me with those boots until I die, Goddess.”
“I will do exactly that.” Priya said.
“Thank you, Goddess.”
“But before you die, take a good look at me.” Priya said. She had her eyes closed, giving me a few seconds to admire the perfection that she was. Her beautiful round face, her big eyes, her straight hair, the black t-shirt that accentuated her large, firm breasts and her tiny little denim skirt. “Tell me how much of a privilege it was, serving as my slave for one day.”
“Priya, my Goddess. Serving you was the one and only good thing I’ve ever done in my life.” I said. “You threw me in your toilet, where my soul belongs. You granted me the best moments of my life, by letting me smell your feet. But being the incompetent loser I am, I have let you down again and again. I deserve nothing more than to die for you right here and now.”
“Correct!” she said, pointing to the corner of the room behind me. “Get over there and kneel for me.” I crawled back to the corner and knelt on the floor, trying to be as quick and obedient as possible. “If you meant any of what you said, you would enjoy taking hard kicks from my boot.”
“I would, Priya.”
“So this is the game I’m going to play with you: I’m going to kick your face ten times with these boots on. If you flinch or make even the slightest bit of noise, I’m going to kick you ten more times.”
“Got it. I must not flinch or make a noise.”
“And you are to enjoy each kick, no matter how painful they are.”
“Sure, Priya. I will enjoy it.”
“That’s what all my slaves say, but all of them start crying after a few kicks.”
“I will try my best, Priya.”
“As an indication of your enjoyment, you have to kiss the boot that kicked you, as a thank-you for each kick.”
I surrendered my head to her feet and kissed the stub of her boot. “Forgive me, my Goddess. I was just wondering what would happen if I accept ten kicks properly.”
“Did you ever notice how I always call you a ‘loser’?” Priya asked.
“I did, Priya.”
“Why do you think I call you that?”
“Because I’m a loser, Priya. I am but an inferior being who deserves nothing more than to be your slave.” I said.
“That’s not the only reason.” Priya said. “As my slave, ‘loser’ isn’t just an indication of my superiority over you. It’s your job description.”
“So,” I swallowed, “it’s my job to lose to you?”
“Exactly. So even if you do accept ten kicks from these boots, I’m just going to continue kicking you as much as I want. What did you think was going to happen you bloody loser?”
“Nothing, Priya. Sorry I asked.”
“You should be. Now shut up and kneel down!” I joined my hands together and began to watch her legs fearfully. Her left boot went up and landed hard on my mouth. My head reeled from the impact. “HA-HA. Did you lose a few teeth just now?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“In that case, I will kick you much harder. Twenty kicks to go.” Priya said as she waited for me to recover. “Don’t worry. It’s your job to lose, and you finally seem to be doing it right.”
She caught my hand and twisted it, bringing my head down further. Her foot went up and landed square on my ear. She held on to my twisted hand, preventing me from falling off.
I caught some air and managed to mumble, “Thank you, Priya.” I was also supposed to kiss her boot, but she was twisting my hand much too hard to be able to kiss her boot.
“Hmm, No, you didn’t kiss my boot,” she laughed as she twisted my hand and kicked my face even harder.
I dropped to the floor from the pain, but was still able to squeeze out the words, “That was the best thing to ever happen in my life, Priya. Thank you.”
“I know,” she smiled and kicked me hard with her other boot before I had a chance to kiss the one she kicked me with. She kept me trapped in the corner.
“I will spend my whole life trying to be worthy of that kick, Mistress. Thank you.”
She turned me around with one hard boot, jumped onto my face and stomped with her left boot and then her right boot. My nose was bleeding and my eye sockets turned dark blue, but she kept stomping relentlessly. “HA-HA. I lost count of how many kicks you’re supposed to receive.”
I wanted to mumble “Ninety,” but I had completely run out of breath.
“I’m just going to say you have three hundred kicks left!” Priya laughed.
She stepped off my head. “Follow me to my toilet, you’re dirtying that floor.” Despite the agonizing pain, I crawled behind the beautiful Mistress as she led me back towards the toilet. She grabbed my neck and placed my head on the edge of her commode, so that I was sinking into the commode, facing up to her. My neck was caught in a precarious position at the rim of her commode. She sunk me further into the structure by stepping her boots on my face. Soon, the full weight of her agile body was stomping me into the commode, with both boots on my face.
She raised her left boot and brought it down hard. She then landed a hard right boot. “One, two. One, two. Looks like we’re never going to get to three hundred, huh?” she laughed. The boot crushes rained down my face as I bled into her commode and passed out.
Priya pointed to a large bucket placed under her bathroom faucet. “Fill up that bucket with water. You’re going to mop every inch of my house clean,” she said. I crawled over to the faucet and opened it. As we waited for the bucket to fill up, Priya tapped her boots. She had dealt a nasty beating with those boots just a few hours back. Each tap of the boots to the wet floor filled me with more fear than the last.
The bucket filled up and I stopped the water flow. “Pick it up,” she ordered. I carried the large bucket in my hands. Priya strangled my neck and dragged me out of the bathroom, across the hallway to the veranda. Once inside, she stopped and let go. I set down the bucket on the floor and knelt down before her. She groped her shorts’ pocket and pulled out a cigarette box and a lighter. “Hey loser, do you smoke at all?”
“I don’t, Priya.” I said proudly.
“How would you like to smoke today?” Priya asked with a sinister smile.
“I’m your slave, Priya. I’ll do anything for you.”
“That’s right. You see, I’m not a smoker myself. But I like to torture my slaves with second-hand smoke,” she smiled as she handed me the lighter. “Light that up for me.”
I eagerly started up the lighter and held it up to the cigarette she’d placed in her mouth. Once it was lit, she took a deep inhale. She then caught my neck and blew out all the smoke on my face, overwhelming my respiration with the poisonous smoke. “Breathe my second-hand smoke till you die, bloody loser,” she laughed with sadistic pleasure.
I joined my hands together and prayed to her. “Thank you, Goddess.”
“Take off your shirt. You’re going to use it as a rag to clean my house,” she said. I quickly took off my shirt and tossed it into the bucket, allowing it to soak in the bucket for a few seconds. I then took it out and started to clean the house from the corner of Priya’s veranda. She stood over me and placed her boot on my back as I was mopping her floor. “You do know that this is good exercise, right? Not that you’ll need any exercise to die for me, but good exercise nevertheless.” She poked harder with her heels into my back. I continued to mop her floor covering every inch meticulously in straight line. As soon as I finished cleaning the veranda, I looked up to her for approval.
“Should we go to the next room, Priya?”
“No, wait. Let me inspect this room first.” She walked to the middle of the room. “Idiot. Come here now.” I crawled to the spot she was pointing at. She tossed some of the burnt ash from her cigarette to the floor. “Who is going to clean that up?”
“Priya, you just…”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, loser? Get down there and lick my floor clean.” I lowered my head and licked her cigarette ash off the floor. “What about these flakes?” she asked, shaking off some more ash from her burning cigarette. I tried to lick them, but this time she covered it with her boot. “Lie down, face up,” she said pointing to the spot next to her boot. I lay down. She raised her boot over my head with the cigarette ash stuck to the bottom her shoe.
“Do you see all this dust, loser?”
“Y..yes Priya.” I said.
“You forgot to clean up this dust, didn’t you?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Apology not accepted. I’m going to make you pay dearly!” Her boot landed hard on my face and she wiggled it left and right, crushing me into the floor. “Lick it up. Lick it properly,” she commanded. I swallowed every bit of dust that I could lick off the bottom of her boot.
She then sat down with her knees on my chest and showed me the half burnt cigarette. “You’re going to smoke this for me now.”
“Please, Priya.”
“Not only that,” she said. “You’re going to smoke this one upside down.”
“What does that mean?”
She lowered the lit end of her cigarette into my mouth and smiled. “That’s what I mean. You feel the smoke in your mouth, loser?” I gently nodded in reply.
Priya bent down and blew the upper end of the cigarette hard. The tobacco fumes erupted from the other end, inside my mouth, filling up my respiratory tracts with her cigarette smoke. The surge of tobacco started to burn up my throat. “Hah. That’s more smoke than most chain smokers inhale in years!” she laughed. “Did you enjoy it, loser?”
I shook my head. “In that case, you’re going to chew and swallow it,” she said grabbing my jaw. She tossed the burning cigarette into my mouth and carefully watched me bite into the butt and swallow the nicotine completely. “That’s what happens if you give me the wrong answer.”
“I’m sorry, Priya.”
“Good.” She got up, hawked up a large globule of saliva in her mouth and spat it all on my face. “You’ll have to swallow that too.” She stood up on my chest and wiggled the bottom of her boot to clear her spit off my face, then raised the boot over my head. For a brief moment, her boot hovered over me. The next moment, it landed hard on my face and crushed me down to hell. She smothered me at the bottom of her boot like a helpless dog without limbs. “Lick off my spit, slave,” she ordered. I let my tongue at the bottoms of her boots, despite the agony of the attack.
“You’re such a hopeless cleaner. It’s almost not worth using you at all.” She got off my body.
“I’m so sorry, my Goddess. I will learn to be better,” I cried.
“Now get up and start cleaning properly.” I crawled to the bucket on the floor and moved it into the next room. As I started to mop the floor, she sat on my back. “You obviously need more strict supervision. Let me set up an easy system for you to follow.” She caught my head between her boots and crushed them together. “That means you move forward.” She kicked my head with her right boot. “That means you go left.” Then her left boot kicked me. “That means right. Got that, loser?”
“Understood Priya,” I said.
“Now start mopping my floor clean, you bloody loser.”
I moved forward with the t-shirt rag. “Straight, left, now right.” She kept on kicking me relentlessly and getting her living room mopped. She made me clean her bedroom and her bathroom. With a few more nasty kicks, she guided me to her toilet and got off my back. “Now wear that t-shirt again,” she laughed. I wore the stinky, wet t-shirt that I had used as a rag to mop her house clean. “Good. You will have to spend the whole night smelling the stink in that t-shirt.”
“Thank you, Priya.” I mentally tried to stop my nose from breathing my own stinky t-shirt, but that didn’t work.
“Now, you’re going to clean up my toilet. With your tongue,” she stated. She pointed to the commode walls. “Start licking that now.” She watched as I obeyed, trying to lick the walls of her commode. She crushed down my head with her boot. “Lick! Lick properly. Clean every inch of my commode, the place where I crap. This is all the food you’re ever going to get in life.”
I went on licking the ceramic as thoroughly as I could, and soon the pressure from her boots lessened.
“Did you finally understand your job, loser?” Priya asked.
“Yes, Priya. I will keep licking your toilet clean.”
“And will you sleep during the night?”
“Not a wink, Priya.” I said. “I will go on cleaning your toilet with my tongue.”
“Good. I’m going to go now. I guess you won’t need the light,” Priya said, before she turned off the lights. “When I see you next time…”
“I will still be licking, Priya. If I’m not, you can pound the crap out of me.”
“Good.” She locked up the toilet door and walked away.
Priya rested her foot on the back of my neck. “Lower!” she ordered.
I bent my elbows and lowered my head, reaching an awkward position. My body shivered from the half-pushup she had put me in. “Lower!” she ordered again. I bent my elbows even more, my head nearly touching the ground.
The pressure was much too high, I was in no shape to perform the order this way, so I decided to misinterpret her order and just kiss the ground. “That’s about right,” she said, moving her feet to the top of my head. She caught some of my hair between her toes and moved her feet back and forth, forcing me to lick her floor before her couch. “Hmm, no. This stuff isn’t working at all. Hey slave! Did you understand what I was trying to do at all?”
“You were trying to use me to clean your floor.” I mumbled with my lips still on the ground.
“Exactly.” Priya said. “I wonder whether that can even be done. Hmmm…” she mused, still crushing down my neck with her feet.
“Hey, I thought of something.” Priya took her feet off me and stood up. “Lie down completely flat and bring back your arms and legs,” she instructed, disappearing into her kitchen. She came back with a large, heavy stick and a few ropes, which she placed next to my body. I placed my hands over my spine and folded my legs as I lay flat on her floor. She then went into her room and walked back in, a minute later, with a woolen monkey cap. “Wear this cap!” she ordered, throwing it down next to me. I picked it up and wore it on my head, then resumed my position.
“This is so exciting. I have no idea whether it’s going to work, but it’s so much fun to just try out experiments with a slave!” Priya smiled, standing over my body. She knelt down on my sides and caught my hands, bringing them closer together. She picked up the stick and one of her ropes and quickly bound my hands to one end of the stick. “That was step one.” She used a similar rope binding to tie both my folded legs to the middle of her wooden stick. “Let me see how tightly you’re bound to this stick,” she said, checking the knots she’d used to tie my hands and legs to the stick. “Try to move now, slave.” I made a desperate attempt to move my limbs, but they were all tied with incredibly strong knots, I could even feel the arteries and nerves in my limbs blocked by the ropes. All I could accomplish was a slight movement on the floor using my stomach muscles. “Now that’s pretty tight I guess.”
“It is, Priya. Very much so.” I breathed the dusty floor. The monkey cap began to itch almost instantly, as if it knew that my hands were bound to a stick.
“Now for the real test!” Priya said, taking the focus off my itching head, which was a good thing. She went behind me and held the edge of her stick, then pulled it up. Success! My body was stuck to the bottom of her stick, much like the end of a mop and the only part of me that made contact with the floor was the monkey cap on my head.
“Hey, you’re a human mop!” Priya pushed the stick back and forth, cleaning up some of her floor by moving me in straight lines, across her dirty floor, causing a load of dust to accumulate in the highly absorbent woolen monkey cap. She pushed me under her couch and sent me dust gathering under there. Soon, there was so much dust on my cap that the floor got dirtier as she moved me around.
“Oh no, I forgot the most important step in mopping!” Priya set me down on the floor along with her stick. I struggled to breathe with the surge of dust up my nasal tracts, but looked up to her walking away into her bathroom. The very thought of what she might bring into the room next filled me with fear. She walked back into the room in a minute, bringing with her a small bucket. “The mop has to be dipped in water!” she said, swatting her head. She walked behind me, picked up the large stick and guided me over the bucket of water. I sealed my mouth close and piloted myself right into it. The sudden burst of water was overwhelming. I shook and twisted my head in the water, letting the dust in my woolen cap into it. Soon the water began to fill my cap, my nose and my eyes, but Priya pulled me out of the water just in time to breathe and resume living sweet life.
“Now, you’re a wet human mop. That makes a lot more sense, don’t you think?” Priya said, placing my head on her floor. She then walked back and forth, dragging my wet head all over her living room, spreading the water from my monkey cap for the sole purpose of cleaning up her living room. “Hey loser! I’m going to use your body to mop my floor.” Priya laughed. “I heard a dialogue from a movie, which was somewhat like that. The hero dared the villain into a challenge with that threat.” She pushed me into another room and continued mopping the floor using my body. “I suppose the hero didn’t think of tying the bad guy to a stick and actually doing it like I am with you.”
“Only you could think of such things, Priya.” I said.
“Did I just hear a complaint from you?” she asked. There was fire in her voice.
“No, Priya. I’m sorry.”
“You better be sorry. You’re just like the bad guy in that movie,” she said. “People like you should be taught your rightful place by winners like me.”
A few minutes later, she let the stick go, dropping my bound body to the floor. “I’m tired!” she said, untying my ropes, turning back to her couch and taking a seat. “Hey slave, you can continue mopping my floor using an actual mop.”
“Thank you. I will do that, Priya.” I said, running off to fetch her mop from the kitchen.
“I bet that experiment would have worked with a smaller slave. Shame on you for being so big!” Priya said.
Priya opened up her toilet door and called me out. “Hey loser! Come here. I need a foot stool. You think you can handle that for me?”
“Absolutely, Priya.” I said, eagerly crawling out of her toilet and kissing her toe. It sounded like an easy enough job. What would a human foot stool need to do, after all?
“I need a foot rest when I’m having dinner. I do have the tea-table, but then I thought ‘why bother with that when I can have a human slave massaging my legs?’” Priya said.
“That is exceptionally clever, Priya.”
“You will get to massage my legs for the very first time!” Priya said. “That’s like a salary for you.”
“I am eager to do that. Thank you, my supreme Goddess.” My mouth watered at the mere thought of grabbing her legs and massaging them for her.
“As long as you don’t look at me or my food, I will give you the privilege. Don’t let me down again.” Priya warned.
“I won’t. Thank you, Goddess.”
I followed her as she stepped into the living room. She sat on the couch, turned on the TV and pointed to a spot in front of her. “Come right here, to my feet and face away from me. I don’t wish to see your ugly face when I’m having dinner.”
She placed her legs on my shoulders. “There you go, massage my legs now.”
I grabbed her legs and began to work them while trying to get a look at her TV. Suddenly Priya’s leg landed hard on the back of my head. “Always look down. You don’t have the right to look at my TV. Understand?”
“I’m sorry, Priya.”
“That’s right. You are nothing but a big loser.” She picked up the plate and started to eat. I squeezed her legs gently and moved my hand back and forth, tending to different parts of her legs. Beautiful and smooth, just perfect. At that moment, I felt like I was the luckiest man alive.
I tried to move forward and get a whiff of her feet; she’d been wearing leather boots for quite some time and the sweaty feet smelled particularly strong. I could only wonder how I ever got so lucky in my life. I squeezed every part of her legs as well as I could and then ventured back towards her thighs. She allowed it, or at the least she didn’t disallow it. I grabbed as much of her fleshy thigh as I could and gave them a warm massage. She was completely nonchalant, focusing on her TV show. I fell into a trance as I squeezed her beautiful flesh.
A few minutes later, she put down her plate. “I’m full.” I crawled away, bidding farewell to her incredible legs. She stood over me and pointed to her kitchen. “Go there and fetch me the dustbin.” I grabbed the little dustbin in her kitchen corner with my mouth and crawled back to place it at her feet. She smiled and said “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“What would that be, Priya?”
“I’m going to let you eat my leftovers for dinner.”
“Wow. Thank you, Priya.”
“But of course, I’ll have to prepare your food first.” She picked up her plate, with her leftover lemon rice in it. “This is your dinner,” she announced and spat into the plate. “Want some?” she laughed and continued spitting in different parts of her plate. Somehow, watching the lemon rice float around in her viscous saliva made it even more tempting.
She lowered the plate to the little plastic dustbin and used the spoon to empty the contents into it. “I have a special plate just for slaves and losers. This very dustbin right here,” she laughed. “Now eat it up!”
I went forward and put my head into her dustbin. There were onion peels, rotten tomatoes, banana skins, spat out apple seeds and egg shells, among other things.
“Are you about to start eating it or not?” she demanded.
“I will, Priya. Just one minute.”
“No one minute business. My slaves don’t get minutes or seconds from me.” She stomped my head into her dustbin. I opened my mouth and gobbled up a banana peel smeared with some of her leftover discarded lemon rice. I opened up my mouth again and swallowed some eggshells and onion peels. ‘Try to swallow without chewing’ I kept telling myself. As she crushed my head lower into the bin, she made me swallow some rotten tomatoes and spoiled bread. Her feet pressed my head down further, “Come on, I don’t like taking out the trash every morning.” Priya said. “You are going to eat it all up for me. Be a good little piggy, come on.”
I opened up my mouth and swallowed some more un-eatables. The mistress cut into my neck with her sharp toenail, forcing me to go lower. Some groundnut skins and cotton balls went into my mouth. “Come on, eat my garbage! You remember what you promised me when I accepted you as a slave? You agreed that you’ll never eat anything other than my shit. I’m being so generous right now. You should be thanking me,” she laughed as she squeezed my head into her dustbin. I was soon lapping up the bottom of Priya’s dustbin.
“Now that’s what I call good garbage disposal. But you were so fussy and resistant. I don’t even know why I keep you alive anymore.” She let go of my head, allowing me out of her dustbin at last.
I kept my head at her feet and muttered, “Please Priya, let me have another chance. I will get better the next time, I promise.”
“Each time you do something new I should have to wait till you are good at it?”
“Not at all, Priya.” I bowed down and shook my head. “You deserve better.”
“Exactly. You better do a good job next time, or I’ll fire you. Now off you go, back to my toilet.” She kicked me into her toilet, turned off the lights and locked up the door.
Priya stood before her bathroom mirror, standing with her feet over my head as I kissed the wet floor. Dressed in her blue sleeveless workout shirt and her little red mini-skirt that barely just covered her ass, she was gazing intently at every inch of her own reflection in the mirror. “God, I’m so perfect,” she said, grabbing her breasts with her hands and bending forward. “Mmmmuach,” she blew an air-kiss at her reflection, smiled and winked.
Priya turned around and patted her butt through the tiny skirt. “Just get up and look at that, I’m making myself so hot right now.” She released the foot from my neck and allowed me to kneel before her incredible body. “Look at my ass, you pathetic loser,” she said lifting up the tiny skirt and showing off her fleshy buttocks, glimmering from a thin film of sweat that covered their surface, blocked only slightly by her silky black panties. “It’s no wonder so many guys are willing to die for me. Even one chance to kiss these buttocks is worth dying for.” She turned back to admire her butt, and saw me staring into the mirror as well. “And look at you, a pathetic inferior being. My bum looks a million times better than your stupid face.” I nodded eagerly; there wasn’t even a chance of denying that.
“My shit is costlier than your life.” She stated, her head held high. I joined my hands and continued to stare at every inch of her ass. She’d made several millionaires give up their wealth and their lives for one measly turd of her shit. Every one of her apparently narcissistic claims was true.
Priya lowered her butt and placed them on my shoulders next to my face. I turned towards them and filled my lungs with their scent. “My bum. Superior,” she said, grabbing her butt. “Your face. Inferior,” she pointed to my face.
“True, my Goddess.”
Priya got up from my shoulder almost immediately and placed her foot on my shoulder. “Don’t make me say it, will you?”
I held her foot with my hands and said, “Your feet. Superior,” then pointed to myself and said “Me. Inferior.”
Priya stood back in her place and brushed back some of her hair. “You know how I got to look so good? Most people just think I was born with this figure, like it was a gift from God.” I looked up to her curiously. “I was such a fatso in school, one of the fattest girls for my age. That was just a couple years back. But I exercised. Nothing seemed to happen for a few months, but I never gave up. I went back to the gym every single day, continuously for over a year. That’s how I sculpted the body I have now.” She explained, her voice ringing with pride. “That’s why I’m a winner. I never, ever give up. What about you? Why are you such a loser?”
I shook my head, choosing not to answer explicitly. “You aren’t even good enough to kiss my beautiful bums,” she said.
“Please, Priya. Let me have a chance,” I begged her. “I’ll do whatever it takes and I will never give up.”
“See, you’re learning something in life, being my slave.” Priya nodded. She caught my face in a firm grasp and placed me next to her butt. “But you’re in no shape to be my butt-wipe. Your face is too big, and you aren’t even clean. There are blood stains and bruises all over your face.” She had caused them herself, crushing me under her big leather boots the previous day. She walked over to the taps and turned on the hot water, allowing a large metal bucket to be filled with steaming hot water. “We are going to work on that now, aren’t we? Or do you give up like the loser you were?”
“I won’t give up, Priya. Please tell me what I have to do.”
“Now, I’m going to consider you worthy of kissing my ass if you dip your face in this hot water,” she said, with her foot hover above the water. “Come on, boy. Your head under my foot. It’s now or never.”
I crawled forward and tried to touch the bucket but receded, the water was far too hot to even touch but I couldn’t give up, either. I had accepted that I was ready to die for her, so it was time to step up and keep my word. In one swift motion, I closed my eyes and leapt forward to kiss her foot. She grabbed my skin between her toes and pushed down my head into the bucket of hell. I let out a loud scream as my skin came in contact with the hot water, but she crushed my head further down. Visions of blurry red objects formed all over my mind as I tried to constrict my throat and hold my breath. I wiggled my head under her merciless feet and began to blow bubbles this way and that. Just when I thought I was about to pass away, she let go and allowed my head to surface for a few seconds. I took a deep inhale in the cool air, only to be disturbed by the second head-crush. This go around, I was struggling even harder to hold my breath. But somehow, she seemed to know exactly when I was about to give in and released the pressure.
Priya dipped me in and out of her hot water bucket a few dozen times before she was satisfied. “See?” she giggled, “You’re fully clean and warm. I can now consider you good enough to wipe my ass on.” I wiped off the hot water from my face and knelt against the wall. Although I was gasping for breath, a sizzle went up my spine- she was going to wipe her heavenly buttocks on my face. “How does it feel to finally be a winner in life?” Priya asked.
I joined my hands and prayed to her. “Thank you, my supreme Goddess. I will never forget this lesson.”
She hopped over and placed her left foot on my right thigh, turned around and stepped her other foot onto my left thigh. My thighs hurt from being used for her crushing squat, but my heart was excited and pumping hard. Her red mini-skirt and the black panties under were all I could see. I stuck my neck forward to kiss them. She pushed backwards, spreading the surface of her ass cheeks all over my face, her cold butt-crack exactly over my nose. I inhaled the divine smell of heaven as she shook her butt left and right, wiping herself with vigor against my warm face. I grabbed on to her smooth upper thigh and moved my head in sync with her butt, like a romantic ball room dance wherein my objective was to French kiss the bottom of her panties. Somehow, the panties seemed to elude me every moment but my chase was relentless. “Never-give-up.Never-give-up.” I opened my mouth and pounced on the bottom thread of her panty, giving it the wildest kiss I possibly could. Their salty taste would linger in my mouth for many days to come.
Priya smothered, twisted and rubbed as she went back and forth. She continued her ass-wipe for a few moments before stepping off my thighs. “Hmm, you weren’t as bad as I expected,” she smiled. My head dropped back, as if I’d just had a strong alcoholic drink- this precise moment was worth giving up one’s life for, the religious experience of a lifetime.
“25, 26, 27…” Priya was doing abdomen crunches on the floor. She had ordered me to hold up her legs and have my head squashed between her knees as she performed her daily workout routine. It was the best job a man could dream of- watching the beautiful mistress sweating hard, being used as a human support her long, smooth legs. All of this when she was dressed in her exercise attire- her black sleeveless short blouse and her pink shorts. The very sight of her could make a man’s heart melt.
She released my head after fifty crunches and got up. “I want to do some on-the-spot jogging. Are you ready for me?” she asked.
“Um…what does that mean, Priya?”
“Lie down, put your head over there!” she commanded, pointing to the floor. I lied down. She jumped on my chest and stepped both her feet onto my face. She looked down and said, “Hey loser. Count how many times I stomp your face.” Her right foot went up and landed hard on my face. One. Her left foot went up this time landed with crushing force. Two. She then paused and began to stomp me rapidly, as if she was running on the spot. Her feet landed on my face hard each time and she was as relentless and unforgiving as she had ever been. Twenty. Twenty one…I joined my hands and begged for her mercy but she continued until she had worked up a good sweat. “How many times did I stamp you just now?” she finally asked, getting herself off my face.
“Fifty,” I muttered.
“See? I’m always so perfect with everything I do, without even trying. Now get over there and kneel against the wall next to my couch.” Once I knelt down against the wall, she got on the couch and gave a jaw-crunching kick to my face. She counted, “1,2,3 .. ” as she landed crushing blows to my face with her feet. “Technically, this counts as aerobic exercise,” she said, checking her pedometer. She kicked relentlessly until she reached a count of fifty. Between the kicks, I caught glimpses of her thighs and panties. She’d promised that if I obeyed every order of hers during the workout, she would use me to wipe off sweat from her butt and her armpits. That was worth any amount of pain- a chance to sniff her butt and armpits.
She grabbed my neck and brought my body in front of the couch. She placed her thighs on my shoulder. Even though I was reeling from the rain of kicks she’d landed on my face, just getting to feel her thigh lit up my soul and filled me with energy.
She punched my face hard with her left hand. “Hah. See, I call that a bukka. I like having a cute word for everything I do. You’re going to accept fifty bukkas from me now. Join your hands, come on. Plead me. Beg me to beat up your face,” she smiled as I prayed to her. “Good.” She tightened her thighs, crushing me harder between them. She started to punch my face, landing her knuckles squarely each time. “4, 5, 6..” she had me beaten black and blue by the time she reached fifty. “You know what; I don’t have enough practice punching guys with my left hand. Ten more bukkas with my left hand,” she announced with a smile. I joined my hands and prayed again. Her left hand went up and landed hard, making its way into my cheeks. She punched again. Then again. She went on till I dropped to the floor.
“Come on you loser. I’ve got some more things to practice on you,” she ordered, poking at my face with her toenails. I struggled to kneel down before her again, dizzied by the pain. She grabbed my neck, got up and threw me next to the stationary bicycle. She got on to the cycle and began to pedal the machine. She looked down at me as she pedaled and ordered, “Kiss my heel twenty times. Come on, get up and kiss it.” I crawled next to the fast moving pedals and attempted to kiss them but instead hit my head under the pedal and fell to the floor. “Haha. That’s why I call you a loser,” she laughed. “Come on loser. Try being less of a loser.” I imagined her crushing my face under her armpits and felt alive again. I tried to kiss her feet again and planted one right at her bottom heel. As she pedaled again, I was able to kiss her heel again. Soon, I succeeded in the mission of kissing her heel twenty times. She got off the cycle and went to her couch, panting slightly. I knelt down before her again. “Now I’m going to practice rejecting a man. You have to look at me and tell me that you love me. I’m going to slap you hard and reject you. And then you’ll have to do it all over again. 50 times.” She sat back straight and stretched her arms. “Start off then.”
I looked into her eyes. “Priya, I love you.”
She said, “Eat shit and die” and slapped me with a hard right hand. I got up, looked into her eyes again and said, “Mistress Priya, I love you.” She paused for a moment, spat on her left hand and growled, “eat shit and die you bloody loser” and slapped me with the wet hand. “Hmm… that was definitely a better rejection,” she mused as I dropped from the impact. She ordered, “Go fetch my sandals. I usually hit the men I reject with my sandals.” She got up and kicked my head, “GO FETCH IT NOW, bloody dog. What are you waiting for?” I crawled to her shoe cabinet and fetched her sandals. I grabbed them with my mouth and dropped them at her feet. She picked up both of them and said, “Come on, start again.”
I grabbed on to her knee, looked up to her and said, “Priya, I love you so much.”
She slapped me with her sandal. “Eat shit and die,” she commanded as she slapped me again. Then she spat on her slippers and slapped me again. She hit me all over my body in a wild rush of fury.
“I’m going to reject you with my cricket bat.” She said, grabbing a cricket bat from under her couch and hitting into my back, “Eat shit and die you loser.” She bludgeoned my head with her bat. I screamed and writhed in pain. “Shut the fuck up,” she ordered and covered my mouth with the bottom of her heel, “eat the dust from my feet and shut up.” She beat my stomach. Her heel crushed into my mouth, preventing me from making a noise. She brought down the bat on my ribs and screamed, “eat shit and die.” I pleaded at her feet for my life. Moments later, she took her heel off my mouth. “That, I think is the best rejection. Really teaches a guy that he’ll never be good enough for me. I think I’ll use it the next time.” She smiled, wiping off beads of sweat from her forehead. “Hah. A man, good enough for me. I can’t even imagine someone like that.”
She walked away and sat on her couch. “Well, my subhuman toilet-slave. You’ve done well. It’s time for me to keep my promise.” She stood up and lifted her hands above her head, locking them together. “Come on. Kneel down in front of me.” I was limping from the cricket-bat beatings, but her incredibly beautiful armpits re-ignited my heart. I crawled and knelt next to her. She caught me at the pit of her arms and crushed my head between her arms and her breast.
“Smell it,” she ordered as she smothered me with the smell of her sweat. She turned around and smothered me under the other armpit. She tightened the grip, wiped herself and let go. She then pushed me back and threw me to the floor. She walked on my stomach, to my chest and placed her feet on either side of my head. “I’m about to wipe my butt on your face,” she laughed as she squatted down, her black panties-clad butt landing on my face. “Everything you ever dreamed of in your life,” she laughed as she sat hard on my face and shook her butt left and right, wiping her precious scent on my existence.
Priya dragged me out of her house, pulling me by my ear. She opened up the front door of her house and threw me out into the compound. The powerful push sent me crashing into the cemented ground. I hugged the tub of dirty laundry and instinctively turned around, landing on my spine but protecting her laundry tub as I rolled away from the impact. She stepped over and smiled down at me, perhaps acknowledging the act of protecting her clothes at the cost of almost breaking my spine. Just the half moment she allowed me to look at her was reward enough- her long hair fell over much of her half sleeved white t-shirt and she was wearing her small jeans shorts that left most of her smooth, long legs exposed for the world to watch and cherish for their incredible shapeliness and perfection. It was most fitting that she was studying to become a doctor- those God beautiful legs could instantly bring a corpse back to life. I could feel her magic working on me, the pain from the fall just disappeared.
“Do you even know how to wash clothes?” Priya asked, with hands on hips waiting for me to sit back up. I nodded in reply. “Oh really? Let’s see how well you do in my laundry game. Get up and come to my wash stone over there.” I picked up her tub and followed her to a cubical stone about three feet in height placed in the compound for washing clothes. She tapped the top surface of that stone with her hand. “First, you have to hoist me up here. Get down on your knees here.” I set aside the tub next to the stone, knelt down on the floor before the stone and bowed down to offer my back for her to climb on.
She placed one foot onto my back, pushed herself forward and then brought her other foot up. Even for a few moments after, I could feel the shape of her feet crushing down my back. How I got so lucky in my life I would never be able to explain.
I placed the laundry tub under the tap next to the wash stone, letting the clothes soak in the fresh water. Priya stood comfortably on top of the wash stone. “Now, you need to be careful about each and every little step you take when you wash my clothes. Every time you make a mistake, I am going to kick your face very hard. However, if you do a perfect job, I’ll give you a nice reward.” She pulled out a packet of chewing gum from her pocket and put one wad in her mouth. “I’ll spit this chewing gum on your face,” she said. My mouth began to water as I watched her chewing- she was offering me the grandest feast in my life. All I had to do was wash her clothes properly.
The tub filled up with water, so I brought a box of soap powder and sprinkled some spoons all over the soaked clothes. I began to rinse the clothes on the wash stone, taking every opportunity to stare at her beautiful legs as she watched over me. Every ounce of strength I had left, I applied on squeezing her clothes and brushing away the stains as well as I could, to earn a nod of acknowledgment from her before hanging them on the clothesline. I picked up her panties and placed them on the stone; my hands began to shiver with excitement- I couldn’t believe she was even letting me touch them. I carefully dipped them into the soapy water and brushed them with my hands. The temptation to bring them to my nose and sniff them was just overwhelming, so I slowly lowered my head and prepared my lungs for the biggest possible inhale.
Tears of joy streamed down my eyes as I took a sniff at the bottom surface of her panties, savoring every molecule of the sweaty smell she’d left on them. I looked up to her, expecting to be kicked to death but she was staring away into the distance. A tall man dressed in a black shirt and jeans seemed to be watching her from his balcony on the green house opposite to Priya’s. Suddenly, as I continued to hold up the panties to my nose, Priya looked down and caught me. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing with my panties, you loser?”
I put them back on the wash stone and began to brush them, but it was too late. Priya’s foot went up in the air and landed hard on my nose, sending me crashing to her compound wall. “Did I give you permission to sniff my panties? What the hell were you thinking?” she demanded. I joined my hands together and placed my head near her feet, so she could kick me off again.
“Loser. I’m going to kick you to death right here.” She kicked my face hard over and over again.
A few long minutes later, her gate sounded- the black-shirted neighbor had come over to Priya’s house. She jumped down from the stone and walked over to greet the man. “Hi.” she said.
“Hi! I’m Srinath. I moved into that house yesterday,” he said, pointing to the green house in the neighborhood, “So I guess we’re neighbors,”
“I guess we are! Welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Priya. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she offered him a handshake.
“Now, I couldn’t help but notice what you were doing to that guy there…,” Srinath began.
“Oh, never mind him. He’s my slave,” Priya said.
“You have a slave?” Srinath asked.
Priya nodded. “It’s a long story. Why don’t you come inside and we can talk about it?” Srinath happily closed the gate behind him and followed Priya into her living room. She snapped her fingers just before entering her house, the signal for me to follow her on all fours. I obeyed quickly, glad that I wouldn’t get kicked to death. She pointed to her couch and asked him to take a seat.
“You were about to tell me how and why you have a slave?” Srinath asked.
“Yeah. Now, this is going to sound a bit too proud and self-centered, but I’m just going to tell you the facts,” Priya said.
“I’ll try to understand,” Srinath nodded.
“Well, every guy I ever meet falls in love with me.” Priya said.
“Every guy?” Srinath asked. “Every one of them?”
“More or less. I’d say so.” Priya smiled and blushed slightly.
“I can see why.” Srinath winked.
“Oh, thank you Srinath.” Priya gently slapped his shoulder. “Anyway, I’ve got millions of guys in love with me, and most of them aren’t good enough to be my boyfriends. So I allow some of them work for me like slaves,” Priya explained.
“You mean this guy is in love with you?” Srinath asked, pointing at me. Priya nodded. “You were kicking him so hard, I could see him bleeding. How can he still be in love with you?”
“Why don’t you ask him?” Priya smiled. She turned to me and said, “I give you permission to speak to him.”
I swallowed and began to speak. “Becoming her slave was the best thing to ever happen to me. Accepting kicks from her legs is the highest privilege I’ve enjoyed in life.”
“I was about to give him the best moment of his life just now,” Priya said. She signaled me to come closer. I crawled over to her and knelt down. She caught my neck in her hand and hawked up some saliva in her mouth. “Pthooot,” She spat her chewing gum on my face. I closed my eyes and carefully tilted my head so that it would flow into my mouth.
With my hands joined, I prayed to the girl for giving me the reward that I never even deserved. “That’s the best thing to ever happen to him. You understand?” Priya asked the neighbor.
“Wow,” Srinath said as he watched me chew and swallow the tasteless gum. “He must be a complete loser.” Priya smiled back at him. “So, when you see a guy, you make a determination as to whether he’s a loser or a winner. And you enslave the losers.”
“Exactly.” Priya said.
“How long does it take for you to make that determination?” Srinath asked, moving closer to her. “Whether a man is a winner or a loser.”
“Less than a minute,” Priya said, opening up her arms and looking at Srinath with her bedroom eyes.
“Do I dare ask the question?” Srinath said, moving his head towards hers.
“You should.” Priya said.
“Will you go out with me?” Srinath asked. At that moment, he looked like God to me, a supreme ruler of the universe. He’d done what I’d dreamed of doing for many years, having spent less than two minutes with her. He had an undeniable boldness about him, but even so, I couldn’t imagine him and Priya working out as a couple.
“I will,” Priya said. She picked up a notepad, scribbled her number on it and handed him the paper. “Call me, we’ll work something out.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. How the hell…? Two minutes..?? Her phone number and a date…?? I wanted to just hit my head to the floor and bleed myself to death. If I’d just learned to man up and boldly ask her out like he did, well, I’d still be kissing her feet. When it came to Priya, even my wildest dreams did not involve going above her buttocks. In a way, I was living my dream and he was living his.
Srinath walked over to the front door. “I’ll call you Saturday evening,” he said.
“That would be perfect,” Priya said. She stood up, caught me by the ear and threw me to his feet- the second time she’d done that during the same day, but this one hurt. I ended up at the man’s dirty toes. Priya slowly stepped both her feet on my face, crushing me into a stinky sandwich between their feet. I kept myself still, supporting her complete body weight and being a good human stool for her use. She wrapped her arms around Srinath’s neck and gave him a kiss on the lips. He had truly become my king at that moment; I closed my eyes and kissed his feet even as my skull crumpled under the love-struck royal couple.
I had just finished mopping the living room clean. The bedrooms, bathrooms and the veranda preceded this one. There was nothing left to do. I kept the bucket and rag back in its place and returned to the living room. Things were awfully quiet in Priya's house. I could hear the second hand of her clock negotiating its way up to finish the fifty-ninth minute of ten o clock. Almost 11 PM, and Priya still wasn't back from her date with the neighbor, Srinath. It felt weird, being a slave with no work to do.
I contemplated the idea of taking a nap in the living room. It was against the rules, but what if she never found out? I picked up Priya's jogging shoes- she had tossed them under the couch before she went scampering off with the neighbor. They felt wonderful in my hand, in every way-texture, scent, smooth surface, and even the dust. I respectfully placed them on the floor before me, worshiped them before setting my head down on them. They would be my pillow for the night.
I closed my eyes and sank into her shoe, when I heard a car pull over in front of the mansion. I kept her shoe back in its place and looked out the window- it was Priya and Srinath. I quickly pulled open the door and knelt next to the door. The couple walked in, laughing in each other's arms about how the waiter was hitting on Priya. She had on her navy blue shirt and her little red mini-skirt, and he was dressed in an elegant cream colored shirt with shiny black trousers. I closed the door and crawled behind the couple into the living room, where Priya showed him to her couch. “Take a seat. I’ll go bring you some coffee.”
“Priya,” I called out to her but she was already in her kitchen. How could a sovereign being like her make coffee herself, when she had people like me to do it for her? I felt completely useless, kneeling on her floor. It took a while to notice that Srinath was in the room, frowning at me. “You are her slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m slave31.” I said.
“Who cares?” he asked. “Get out of here. Go to Priya’s toilet, or wherever it is she keeps slaves like you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I crawled out of the living room and headed for the toilet but Priya noticed me as she was bringing back two cups of coffee.
“Hey slave, follow me.” She knocked me towards the living room with her feet. Her orders took much higher precedence over Srinath’s because firstly, she was my owner and moreover, I wanted to be kneeling at her feet, serving her every command. It was more than a job at this point, it was an obsession.
She handed him a cup of coffee, and they finished the hot beverage rather quickly, without much talk. Although they had tons of bubbling passion for each other, they were vastly different people with almost nothing to converse about. He ran a jewelry store and she studied medicine. “Dispose of these cups and get back here,” Priya ordered, handing me the empty cups.
“Why do you insist on that loser slave being here?” Srinath asked, planting one kiss to her neck.
“Oh, him? He’s struggled really hard to become a slave of my bum.” Priya said. “Don’t worry about him one bit. He’s trained to stay out of your way.”
“If you say so.”
I went into the kitchen, washed the cups clean with the detergent and kept them back in her shelf. Having worked as her slave for a few days, I knew better than to leave her plates and pans in the kitchen sink. I went back into the living room, to see the couple making out. This was, by far, the best reward of becoming her slave. I knelt before the couple and watched them kiss.
They looked like the cutest couple in the world, once they got down to their carnal activities.
I grabbed Priya’s feet and kissed them, even as Srinath took off her shirt and kissed her breasts.
Priya spread her legs apart on either side of his waist. She grabbed the handsome neighbor’s head and kissed the edge of his lips. Her little mini-skirt slid down her thighs and down below her legs. I made a silent prayer, thanking God for creating the incredible beauty before my very eyes. Priya’s moist thighs, raised up in the air as she attacked the lucky man with her tongue. I tried to kiss Priya’s knee, but noticed Srinath’s hand sliding down from her thighs, so I stepped away, kneeling before the couple as they made out. I bowed down in wait of her instructions.
“Mmmm...” Priya’s throat began to make involuntary sounds of gratification, so I presumed that she was far too busy to give me instructions. The neighbor seemed to be rubbing his hands across her upper thighs and her butt area, claiming his territory over my favorite parts of the Mistress’s beautiful body. I grabbed the moment just to admire every inch of her, for normally she would use violence to assert that I was not entitled to look at her. For that moment, I was glad that she was too busy- she was exposing her long, smooth legs as a seductive pleasure trap. They weren’t for me, but I enjoyed the mere privilege of watching her seduction at work.
I had earned the job as her ass slave, which meant I that was entitled to kiss her butt. Even as I moved my head towards Priya’s back, Srinath’s hands dropped down and grabbed her fleshy upper thigh. I felt denied, again. I bowed down and noticed the Mistress’s feet. I caught her foot with both my hands, massaged them warm and kissed her toes. I worked her other foot in the same fashion. The couple went on with their unending kisses, as I toiled away at the Goddess’s feet.
Srinath suddenly paused his onslaught of kisses for a moment. He looked down to me and complained. “Shouldn’t we get a bit more privacy here?”
“What did I do, Sir?” I mumbled, inaudible to both mates.
Priya pointed at me with her thumb. “Him? He’s distracting you? How is that even possible?” She sat up on her knees, staying on her side of the couch and moved closer to him, slowly moving one of her knees across to the other side of him, essentially sitting over his legs. “He’s my slave. Order him to do whatever you want.” She smiled at him with her sleepy eyes. At that moment, I went hard from looking at the Mistress’s ass hovering over me. Her thighs and ass glistened from the dim chandelier lighting of her living room. It was almost as if they were teasing me, as her butt slightly moved in the air.
Srinath returned a sly smile. “Whatever I want?”
“Anything.”
Srinath looked down to me. “Hey, loser. Kiss my girlfriend’s ass.” He ordered with a taunting rudeness in his voice. His hands went over to Priya’s little skirt and grabbed the red cloth to expose her black panties and butt fully. His fingers went over the fleshy ass cheeks. I moved my head closer to sniff Priya’s panties for a moment. I went in for a huge kiss through the bottom of her panties. Her moist ass-cheeks covered most of my face as Srinath massaged them with his fingers.
Priya quickly took off her shirt and went forward to kiss her boyfriend. Her ass moved forward slightly, and so did I. She then paused and pointed to her black bra. Srinath grabbed her bra with his hands and kissed the cleavage with roaring enthusiasm. Priya hugged his head as she allowed him to enjoy her luscious breasts. “One guy at my bra, one guy at my panties,” she laughed. The couple continued to kiss each other. Srinath’s hand moved down to her skirt. He undid her skirt and tugged down her panties, bringing them down slowly. I had to pause kissing her panties for a moment, but it would all be worth it. As soon as her panties were down, I went in for a big kiss.
Srinath quickly took down his pants and produced a condom from his pocket. He was on his feet in a jiffy, throwing off his pants and underwear to put on the condom. I chose to concentrate on the Mistress’s ass for as long as she allowed it. Moments later, Srinath was back before the Mistress. He caught my head and pulled me hard into Priya’s butt. I licked her pussy as hard as I could until I ran out of breath. Srinath then threw me aside, once he had prepared her pussy for action.
Priya’s butt descended to his penis.
“You’re about to become the luckiest man in the world. Come on out,” Priya said, opening the door to her toilet. I crawled out of the toilet and followed her as she walked into her living room. I leapt forward to kiss her heel as she walked. She sat down on her couch. “I’m going to sit and watch a movie now. You’ll get to massage my legs for the next two hours.” Priya smiled. She was wearing her sleeveless single piece white nightie, which stretched just a couple of inches below her butt. They provided a magnificent view of her legs; her smooth, slender, shiny legs.
I caught her heels with my hands, lifted up her legs and placed them on my shoulders. I began to massage her lower legs gently. She took me down with a hard kick to my head. “Who said that you have permission to breathe? Did I tell you that you would breathe and massage my legs?” She bent down to slap me. I shook my head and closed my eyes to accept a hard slap.
“Sorry, mistress.”
She got up and pointed to her seat in the couch. “You’re going to keep your head here. I’m going to sit on your face and watch this movie for two hours. So you would be massaging my legs as long as you’re alive, breathing only the smell of my butt crack. And I don’t care if you die. I’ll probably just throw your body into the gutter.”
I joined my hands and prayed to her feet. Thank you for the opportunity, my Goddess! I sat down in front of her couch and stretched myself backwards, so that my head reached the back of her couch. “Right,” she muttered. She stepped both feet on to my chest and looked down at me. “You know how many men would kill to be exactly where you are now? Millions of them.” She turned around, slowly brought down her knees and her butt on my face. Her red panties covered some of her smooth butt surface, but most of her butt cheeks were exposed; they were somewhat damp and cold. As they arrived closer to me, I experienced their beauty with all my senses. Moments later, her butt crack landed perfectly on my nose, giving me almost no passage for breathing. Her soft, bulging butt cheeks spread over my face, barely cushioning the pressure of her thigh bone into my face. She kept her legs straight together across my chest and stomach. Somehow the shape of her buttocks left a small gap for me to breathe as she settled on my face. It was as if God had created me to do this very job for this girl. The only passage of air for me was through the fabric of her panties; it was barely enough air, but delightful and intoxicating!
She leaned on the cushions behind her back and made herself comfortable sitting on my face. She picked up the remote control and turned on the movie she’d rented. She looked down and saw me enjoying every breath with every molecule of life left in me. “Don’t assume that just because I’m using you under my ass you’ve been promoted as my ass slave. No. You’re still my foot slave.” I didn’t care one bit, at least at that point of time.
I groped across her thighs and found her knee. I brought both my hands to her knees and squeezed them gently, moving my hand upwards and downwards. I felt the Goddess’s flesh, her tight, toned thigh muscles and calves as I massaged them for her pleasure. I wished her movie would go on forever, for I might never again have the pleasure of being the luckiest man in the world.
I laid out the fresh sheet on Priya’s bed and spread them out till they were evenly distributed across the surface of her bed. She stood over me as I picked up the pillow and placed them on one side of the bed. “That’s correct,” she muttered, tapping the floor to the side of her bed with her feet. I joined my hands, bowed down and kissed the spot on the floor that she’d tapped. She walked over to her bed and lay down. The bed was noticeably large for her. Even though her body spanned a heavenly five feet and seven inches, her feet were a comfortable distance away from the bottom of her bed. Her sleeping clothes consisted of a short, plain gray t-shirt that accentuated her perfect hourglass figure and black shorts that barely just covered her upper thigh.
She smiled as she looked down at me with drowsy eyes. “Admiring me, huh?” I bowed down to accept my punishment for looking at her. But she did nothing of the sort; she was in a spectacularly great mood. “My ass cleaning doggie, do you think I’m going to let you sleep today?” She asked with cute sarcasm. I shook my head. “That’s right. If I catch you sleeping even for one minute, I’m going to beat you with my cricket bat. Start massaging my feet now.” I went over to the bottom side of the bed and began her foot massage. She noticed that my hands were on her bed while I executed her orders. She moved forward and landed a hard kick to my face with both feet. Her good mood disappeared just like that. “You cannot touch my bed when I’m sleeping in it. I don’t allow inferior beings to touch my stuff.” She went back to her pillow. I got up and continued to massage her feet without touching her bed. It was a much more hurtful job when my hands weren’t allowed on the bed. I knelt down at the foot of her bed, kept my hands straight and continued her massage.
She was quiet for a few minutes before giving her next order. “Do my legs now.” I went to the side of the bed and grabbed her fleshy thighs. I squeezed them gently and moved my hands lower while keeping the pressure on. Moving my hands up and down her legs, I gave her the warmest massage I possibly could. This job never got boring.
She suddenly lifted up her right leg and brought them down hard on the bed. Turning to me, she explained. “I was expecting to find your head there. The next time my leg goes up, you need to offer your head for me to kick. Is that understood?” I bowed down and nodded. This was going to be a painful game. A few minutes later, her left leg went up. I moved my head straight in front of them. Her leg unfolded into a hard kick landing on my nose. The impact threw me to the far side of the room. She got up and laughed. “See? This is fun. I’ll also know that you’re awake and eager to serve me. Come on. I want to play some more.” She smiled and closed her eyes as I got back up and continued to massage her legs. She soon raised both her legs. I moved my head in front of her legs again. In one moment, the bottoms of her feet grew by multitudes in my vision as they landed on my face and sent me crashing down towards her bedroom wall. “Good doggie,” she laughed while she continued to lie down with her eyes closed.
As I continued working the Mistress’s legs and feet, she began to snore. It gave me a peaceful feeling; being allowed to watch the Mistress sleep. The woman who considers herself the Goddess of all men everywhere had absolutely no trouble falling asleep. It made perfect sense, she was indeed the Goddess of all men everywhere. A few minutes later, I dropped asleep at the foot of her bed.
The next day, I was woken up with her cricket bat crushing into my ribs. “You bastard. You fell asleep.” She swung the bat over her head and brought them down into my shoulders. I writhed in pain at her feet. The last thing I remember was the bat cutting across my spine.
Priya’s knees crushed into my face from both sides. “Do my lower legs now.”
She had me sitting on the floor in front of her couch, massaging her legs rested on my shoulders. I had to face away from her; I was a few years away from earning the right to look at her. Her classmate, a guy named Dinil, sat on the other end of the three seater sofa. He was drawing the diagrams for the class assignment that she had to send the next day. “Priya,” he began nervously.
“What is it?”
“Is that common for you?” he asked, gesturing towards me.
“You mean, having a slave working my legs all day?” Priya smiled.
“Yeah…”
“It is very common.” Priya said. “I’ve had tons of slaves just like this one.”
“Wow.” Dinil said, looking at me with a hint of hidden envy.
“He’s what I call an explicit slave.” Priya said. “That’s someone who has accepted a life of servitude and given up everything to work for me full time.”
“I assume there’s another type of slave?” Dinil asked.
“Yeah. I call them ‘Use and throw’ slaves. You know the type…” Priya said, looking straight into his eyes.
“Umm…I didn’t get it.”
“Guys who are so attracted to me, they’ll do anything for me without expecting anything in return.” Priya explained. “I like to just use them for what they’re good at and then throw them away.”
“Why would anyone be willing to be used and thrown like that?” Dinil asked.
“Think about it.” Priya grinned wide. Dinil still seemed confused. “Maybe an example would enlighten you. I’m talking about the kind of guys who drive across the town and come to my place just to draw diagrams for my class assignment.” Priya smiled.
“Oh…” Dinil blushed.
“Speaking of which, are you done with the diagrams yet?” Priya asked.
Dinil swallowed nervously as he handed over Priya’s assignment book to her. “Yes, Priya. I just finished them.”
Priya inspected the drawing. “Bring me that anatomy textbook from my bookshelf. It’s in my room over there. Let’s see how perfectly you’ve drawn this one.” Priya said, pointing to her study room. Dinil got up and fetched Priya’s textbook from the other room and brought it over to her. As she turned over the pages, Dinil stared at Priya’s magnificent body. Clad in her light blue frock, Priya’s long legs reached over my shoulders as I was massaging the lower legs. Those beautiful, juicy legs, the gorgeous thighs. For him, it was the only high point of missing an active weekend, riding thirty miles across the city and drawing Priya’s diagrams for her. Dinil looked at me with envy. I turned away, closed my eyes and slowly massaged her calf muscles, enjoying every inch of the silky, smooth masterpiece of religious beauty that Priya’s legs were.
Priya inspected the drawings and her textbook. “You draw very well, thank you so much for this,” Priya said.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure, Priya.” Dinil blushed, settling nervously into the opposite end of the sofa. “Do you need anything else?”
Priya closed her assignment book. “No. That’s all I need for now, I’ll call you if I need anything else. You can leave now.”
Dinil bowed down and gave a weak smile. “You can leave now,” he mumbled.
“Did I say something wrong?” Priya questioned.
He took a deep breath and braced himself. “No, Priya. I was wondering if you’d go out with me sometime,” he stated in one breath. It was a moment he had practiced many tireless hours for. He tried to hold his head high, but still ended up looking like a nervous wreck.
Priya giggled. “What did you just say?”
Dinil’s face turned red from embarrassment. This was clearly not the way he had intended for it to play out. “It’s just that I’ve had this huge crush on you for a long time…”
Priya interjected, “No. I’ll never go out with you.”
“Do you have a boyfriend or something?” Dinil asked.
“Not currently, no.” Priya said.
“Then what is wrong, Priya?”
“You’re just not good enough for me.” Priya stated.
“Oh no…” Dinil’s eyes began to tear up.
“Your only purpose in my life is to draw me my diagrams when I don’t feel like drawing them, and that’s all you’re good for.” Priya said. “You are just one of the use and throw humans in my life.”
“Why can’t I be more, Priya?” Dinil pleaded.
“Why would I go out with a loser like you?” she asked, smiling big.
“I’m so sorry, Priya.”
Priya took her legs off me and nudged me aside. She quickly placed her feet on Dinil’s lap. “How could you even think that you’re good enough for me?” She lifted her right leg and landed a hard kick to Dinil’s face. His nose began to bleed from the impact. Priya kicked him again. “You bastard.” She kicked without giving him time to breathe. “Bloody loser.” Priya’s ankles landed on his cheekbones. “I’m offended that losers like you think you even have a shot with someone like me.” She kicked him relentlessly.
“Mercy, Priya!” Dinil joined his hands together and prayed.
“No, I’ll make sure that you never ask out another girl again, for the rest of your life.” Priya caught his neck between her ankles and threw him to the floor. As she towered over the helpless kid, he crawled backwards towards the wall. Priya kicked his head to the wall. He looked up to Priya, reeling from the hit and prayed for her to stop. Priya kicked him hard with her left leg. “If you want me to stop, you have to kiss fifty of my kicks. Which means that when I kick you,” she took her right leg back and landed it across his face as hard as she could, “you have to kiss my feet,” she continued.
Priya kicked him a few dozen times. He didn’t even seem to attempt to kiss Priya’s feet as they landed on his face. Priya stomped his neck and brought him down to the ground, “Do you surrender your life at my feet?” Dinil nodded with his bleeding head. “Yes.” Priya caught his nose in between her big toes and crushed him down with her feet in his mouth, preventing him from breathing. “I now pronounce you my slave for the rest of your worthless existence.”
She then turned towards me. “Hey, slave31. Take off this guy’s shirt.”
I crawled towards the subdued man and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Priya’s toenail landed vertically on his naked chest, and carved out a straight line on his chest. I instantly knew where this was going- this was Priya’s enslavement ritual of carving out her name on the slave’s chest. It was as painful to watch, as it was to be part of. Dinil screamed and shouted as her toenails ran through his chest, engraving her name on his soul.
Once she was done, she crushed his face harder under her feet until he passed out and his head dropped to the floor.
She then turned around and looked at me. “Guess what? You have a partner slave now. His name’s slave32.”
“I do?” I asked, looking at the unconscious reject.
“That doesn’t mean your job became easier. It just got twice as hard.” Priya said. “From now on, you’ll have to compete with him for the work, for the rewards, for everything.”
At that moment, I considered crushing his nose between my fingers and ending his life. I belonged to the Goddess, only I did. I couldn’t bear the thought of sharing her toilet with another human being.
“Take him to my toilet and throw his head into my commode.” Priya ordered, kicking away Dinil’s body.
“Wow. Did you notice that meteor in the sky?” Abraham asked. He was standing with Priya watching the sky from her terrace. He smiled at her and gazed into her big eyes.
She smiled back at him. “Yeah I did.” Dressed in her red t-shirt and her blue jeans pants, she stood about six inches shorter than him.
“It’s time to make a wish.” Abraham stated, maintaining his gaze. “You believe in that sort of thing?”
“Yeah I do. But then, I’ve got nothing to wish for. You go ahead.” Priya nodded. “I’ll wait.”
Abraham looked up at the sky and closed his eyes for a few moments. Priya watched him say his little prayer and return to the real world. “I’m done.” He opened his eyes and said.
“What did you wish for?”
Abraham shifted nervously. “It’s private. I can’t tell you.”
“Come on. How private can it be?” Priya asked.
“No, Priya. I certainly cannot tell you.”
“Alright. How about this- I get one chance at guessing what it is. You just have to honestly say Yes or No when I guess.”
“Only one chance?” Abraham asked. “You’re so sure that you can get it in one shot?”
“Dead sure.”
“Go ahead, then.”
Priya turned around and patted her butt.
She smiled and turned back around to find Abraham laughing. “It’s true, that’s exactly what I wished for.” He hung his head down, slightly embarrassed.
“Now why would you discount yourself like that? You might get it, right now.” Priya said.
“You mean…?” Abraham’s heart began to pound so hard that Priya could see his chest muscles moving.
Priya grabbed his neck. “Close your eyes now!”
“Is this going to be the best moment of my life?” Abraham asked, closing his eyes. “For real?”
“Yes. But you need to keep your eyes closed.” Priya put one of her legs behind his. She then pushed him away hard, making him trip over her legs and land his head on the three-foot parapet wall that covered her ceiling. Abraham slithered away from her as she moved closer to him, but she caught up and strangled his neck. She raised his head with the strangle hold and placed it on top of her parapet wall.
“I’m sorry, Priya. Please don’t hurt me.” Abraham muttered.
She turned around and positioned her butt on his face. “Oh come on, now. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? Don’t change your mind so fast.” Priya jumped up and landed her butt on his face. Abraham’s head lowered, so that Priya’s feet were on the ground and her butt was covering much of his face. She moved her waist around and around, smothering the man under her butt. “I call this move a butt grinder.” She pushed back hard with her butt, moving it around relentlessly. Abraham joined his hands together, pleading at Priya’s butt. “Don’t try to talk or beg me for mercy, because I don’t have any of that. Just suffer.” She pushed back while grinding him, making sure that he couldn’t breathe. “You know how many people would pay me millions of bucks, just to get my butt grinder for a few seconds? I can’t even keep count of them. You’re very lucky in a way.” She slowed down the grinder for a few moments, “Kiss it.” Priya ordered him. Abraham kissed the seat of her pants. She simply pushed back harder and continued grinding him under her jeans.
She kept moving her butt around for a few minutes, and then stopped to step out the butt grinder position. Abraham took a deep breath before dropping to Priya’s feet. She stomped his head. “I want you to die for me. You will be my slave and do everything that I tell you to do till I make you die. Is that understood?” She demanded.
“Yes, Priya.” Abraham kissed the bottom of Priya’s feet.
“Good,” Priya said. She grabbed the back of his neck and made him walk down to her front door. She walked him through the veranda, her living room, through her corridor and tossed him into her toilet.
The Mistress had me locked up in her toilet along with two of her recent rejects. We knelt down around her white commode, taking turns licking the inner walls of the structure. She had kept us locked in complete darkness for many hours at a stretch. Suddenly, the lights turned on and Priya walked in to her toilet. She paused, looked around and bolted the door behind her. It was a moment of profound realization for us: even the beautiful Goddess had to use her toilet at some point of time. No matter how much we looked up to her supremacy, she was still human.
The three of us instantly stopped fighting over her commode water as she came in. “Hmm.” Usually, she would be scolding us for something or the other, but she seemed to have no energy- she’d just woken up in the middle of the night. She walked over to the toilet seat and flipped down the cover. We slaves had a chance to admire her behind as she did. She was wearing her one piece sleeveless white nightie on top her panties, which were black as far as I could see. For some reason, she was also wearing her fancy watch. She sat down on the closed commode seat.
“All of you,” she said, pointing her finger to each of us. “Tell me, what’s the one thing that my slaves are allowed to eat?”
“Your shit, my Goddess,” we answered.
“So all of you know. Good.” She leaned backwards on the flush tank. “But what I didn’t tell you is that the competition is usually very tough. Like now, I have to choose just one among the three of you to eat my shit.”
“I… I,” I raised my hands. “I’ll eat it for you, Priya.”
Then again, the others had their hands raised too, equally eager to eat her feces.
“This is what I’m talking about. Stiff competition.” Priya said. “That’s usually a good thing. But now I’m in a situation.”
“What is that, Priya?” slave32 asked.
“Not even one of you worthy of being my toilet slave.”
“I’ll do anything to prove myself for you, Priya.” Slave33 said.
“I don’t have so much time. I’ve got to poop. So, I’m going to create three jobs, one for each of you slaves. The first slave is going to lie still under my butt while I drop shit on his face. The second slave will eat it off the first slave’s face. The third one will get to clean up my butt and the rest of the toilet, so that it doesn’t smell the next time I come in here.”
Priya sat cross-legged, keeping her left foot on her right knee. We gazed at her every movement, eager for the instructions. “Now I presume all of you want the second job?”
“Yes, yes!”
She continued, looking at her watch. “I’m going to give you all a very simple test. Each of you will take turns kissing my heel. When you kiss it, I’m going to lock your nose between my fingers so you can’t breathe. Once you run out of breath, you have to tap the floor. The one who kisses my heels for the longest time gets to pick a job first. Everyone understood?” The three of us nodded in unison.
Priya pointed at me, “Slave31, you go first.” I eagerly knelt next to her foot, which was perched on her other knee. She said, “Go,” and caught my nose tightly between her fore and middle fingers. She pulled me closer to her heel. She watched me kissing her heel closely, making sure that I couldn’t breathe. I cleaned up her heel with my tongue for a few seconds. It became difficult to go on, everything in my vision began to blur. I visualized having the job of the second slave. My body was able to go on for a few more seconds. But it couldn’t go on forever, I tapped out and Priya released me from the breathless heel kiss. Priya laughed as she threw me down, “Your face is all blue. Anyway, thirty-five seconds is the time to beat.”
She pointed at slave 32. “You! Come and kiss my heel!” The slave nervously went in for the kiss. He attempted to take a deep breath before Priya’s fingers locked his nose, but she caught him mid-way. She pulled him to her heels and covered his breath. The slave kissed for a few seconds and tapped out. Priya tossed away his face and noted the time. “Fifteen seconds. I should have just killed you right away, you’re completely useless.”
She gestured slave 33 to kiss her heel. The slave stayed down and took a deep breath before offering himself to be caught between Priya’s fingers. Priya pulled him closer and moved him all over her feet. The slave tapped out after what seemed like a very long time. My heart began to pound hard. Please let it be less than thirty-five seconds. Priya checked her watch, “Thirty seconds.” My heart skipped a few beats. Victory was mine! She smiled and brought her right foot on my face and kicked me gently. “You won. Which job do you want?”
I joined my hands and kissed her feet. “I want to eat your shit.”
She then put her feet on slave 33. “You?”
“I want to clean up your ass, Mistress.” Slave 33 mumbled.
Priya looked at slave 32. “You’re going to keep your face right here and work as my shit plate.” She said, pointing to the toilet seat. She stood up and stepped towards me. “Kneel down and kiss my ass.” I knelt down against the wall. Priya allowed me to watch her take off her black panties. I grabbed her upper thigh, kissed her ass cheeks and rubbed against their smooth, cold surface. She caught my hair and made me kiss the center of her ass. “You get to drink my pee first.” She said. I opened up wide and caught the stream of urine with my mouth, swallowing rapidly. She finished in a few seconds and pushed me away.
Priya then stepped towards slave 32, who was sitting down in front of the commode with his head on Priya’s toilet seat cover. She slowly sat on him. Her ass covered most of his face. She then used her hands on the sides of the toilet seat to hoist herself upwards by a few inches. “Now shut your mouth,” she ordered. Long turds of yellow-brown excrement rapidly covered up the slave’s face as Priya breathed heavily. She then gave out a little moan and stood up. “Who’s supposed to clean up my ass?”She asked.
“Me, me.” Slave 33 answered eagerly.
Priya stepped towards him and turned around, showing him her dirty buttocks. “Lick my ass clean. Take all the smell out. Don’t leave even a tiny drop there.” Slave 33 opened up his tongue and offered her a huge lick, going from bottom to top. “Correct!” Priya said. Slave 33 licked her up a few more times from the bottom. “Ok, that’s enough.” She stepped away from 33 and wore her panties back. She turned to me. “Go on. Eat it,” she said pointing to the shit-covered slave 32.
I stepped forward and closely smelled her poop on slave32’s face. I then leaned forward and took a large bite from it.
“I’m in the mood for a new experiment today,” Priya announced. She was sitting over her commode with the lid closed, overlooking me and two other slaves as we knelt on the sides.
We had not eaten for days, but being in the presence of the charismatic girl made our hearts beat a little differently and filled our senses with so much obsession that even food lost its significance. Anything she didn’t want us to have was worth not having: obeying and serving her every command was all that mattered in life.
“I think I can break a man’s neck using my very powerful feet,” Priya said, stretching out her legs and wiggling her toes. “I’m going to select one of you to try out my neck breaker move. If my move works, you’d drop dead for me but if it doesn’t, you get to make a wish. I would consider granting it if it’s reasonable enough.” Priya smiled as she looked at each of us. “Pretty sweet deal, right? Your ambition in life is to die for me anyway. Today you have some chance to make some of your darkest fantasies come true.” She then turned to me. “I’m choosing you for this experiment. You’ve had the pleasure of being my slave the longest, so I think it’s time for you to go.”
I crawled forward and kissed her big toe. As I licked off some of the dust from it, I attempted to mumble something to the effect of, “Thank you for letting me serve you…”
Priya lifted up her leg and brought it down hard with a crushing blow to my face. “You don’t have the right to talk to me, even on your last day. Shut up and kneel down.” I sat down on my knees before the Goddess. “Give me your right hand,” she ordered firmly. I stretched out my hand. She caught it with a tight grip from both her arms and pulled me closer. Her legs went up on both sides of my hand and she slowly placed her feet on one side of my head. She had me trapped in an awkward position: if she held me in place using my hand and applied enough pressure on my head, my neck would certainly break.
“Get ready for the neck breaker.” Priya twisted my hand as hard as she could to her left side and simultaneously stretched out her legs, twisting my neck to the right. The move caused unbearable amounts of pain in my neck. Priya went on twisting harder and pushing away my head further down my shoulders. My body had to adapt to extremes that even she hadn’t made me suffer before. She loosened the grip for a moment and instantly tightened the neck breaker hold even harder. The bones in my neck began to crack from the pressure of her feet to my head, and she could hear it. “Ha. I’m almost there. Wait for it.” Priya moved her legs back and forth, kicking my head down and twisting my hands even harder to trap me in place. Each kick crushed my neck bones harder than the previous one. She placed her feet on my cheek and moved them upwards. “Die you bloody loser, die.” She let out a little moan as she tightened her neck breaker hold and caused, at the very least, a dozen fractures in my neck under her merciless feet.
Even as the world began to turn red, I could sense that she was over-exerting herself. I felt like there was a possibility that I could survive Priya’s neck breaker. Moments later, the pain vanished into oblivion as Priya’s feet went down. I dropped to the floor, my head still twisted to one direction, but I smiled, for I had done it- I had proved her wrong and she had to grant me a wish. “I’m sure you would have died if I kept it going for a few more minutes.” Priya said. I shook my head and felt the blood flowing through my neck again as I crawled forth and kissed her feet. I thought I’d kissed them good-bye, but at that moment I had got them back in my life. “OK, what is your wish?”
I knelt down and held my head high as I looked at the other slaves, their faces painted green from jealousy. I looked up to the Mistress and stated my wish. “Priya, please use me as your butt wipe. I want to be smothered behind your ass for twenty minutes at a stretch.” I crawled towards the wall and sat down against it, so that she could step up on my thighs and use me as her butt wipe.
Priya stood up and walked onto my body. “I don’t know whether I can do it for twenty minutes, we’ll just have to go as long as I feel like.” She turned around and allowed my face to make contact with her little black shorts. She unzipped her shorts and brought them down slowly, exposing her glimmering butt clad in silky red panties.
The beautiful, cold spheres of dazzling anatomical perfection hung before me for a brief moment before they came over my face with overwhelming backward thrust. The naked skin spread over my face. I gave some part of her beautiful ass a little kiss, though I could barely breathe anything but the sweaty scent of her buttocks. Priya then began to twist them left and right vigorously. I sniffed, kissed and enjoyed her buttocks with all my senses as I squeezed her upper thigh and moved my head whichever way she twisted. Whether this went for twenty minutes or two hours I would never know: being used as the Goddess’s butt wipe made many hours pass away like flashing moments.
Priya’s Toilet Downsizing Exercise
I sat up and held the outer rim of Priya’s white commode, looking down to its bottom. It was early in the day, so I could see my own reflection in the toilet water. Two other slaves, whom Priya had marked as slave 32 and 33, were locked up inside the toilet with me. They had just finished their seventieth turn so they lent nothing but a sadistic smile as they waited for me to dip in. I went in for it: I had to, so I lowered my head into the toilet bowl till my mouth got to the water. My shoulders trembled, but for the seventieth time since midnight, I stuck out my tongue and lapped up some of the water like a dog finishing its meal. I sucked hard, using my lips like a straw to absorb some of the water into my mouth and moved my head towards the inner walls of the glistening white commode, letting the water go on one brown stain stuck to the left side of its surface and licking it off with my tongue. Whether the stain was Priya’s or not I did not know; but it did have a bitter taste to it – I wished to God it was Priya’s. I felt more than tempted to just rub off the stain with my hands, but unforeseeable punishments, to the tune of being fired from this dream job, lay await if any of us were to touch the Goddess’s commode with our hands.
I ran my tongue over the dark brown stain over and over again, before I could sit back up and crawl back to my corner. Very few stains remained, but I could wait for the other two slaves to finish their turns before I had to dip in again. Even as slave 32 prepared for the dip, we heard Priya’s footsteps. A shadow ran across the bottom of the locked toilet door: she was moving closer. We looked at each other in horror, for the simple job we were hired to do: lick the Mistress’s commode clean, we had failed to accomplish having spent more than nine hours in the dark. The door unbolted and Priya walked in, dressed in her black t-shirt and red mini-skirt. A few wrinkles on her forehead indicated that she’d just jumped out of bed. My heart began to pound: for one thing, her clothes were just sizzling hot and for another, the looming fear that we’d all get fired.
“Have you cleaned up my commode like I’d asked for?” We slithered back to our corners, waiting for Priya to inspect the commode. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the unfinished job. “What the hell is this? Do any of you consider this clean?” We gave in- she had clearly caught us dawdling. “Is this commode worthy of being a seat to my supreme ass?” We bowed down and shook our heads. Priya walked over to me and swung her leg, clipping my nose with a hard, devastating kick. “What happened to you?” She demanded as she stood over me. “You used to be able to do this properly by yourself.” I nursed my nose and looked down: there was nothing to say.
Priya leapt over to the other two slaves and gave each of them a hard kick. “Losers, losers. That’s all I ever get- people who aren’t even worthy of cleaning up my toilet.” The slaves joined their hands together and pleaded for a few more minutes. “Enough is enough,” she said, catching both slaves by their ears and dragging them closer. “It looks like I have to fire all of you. Get out now!” She barked, throwing them towards the toilet door. She opened out the door and let each of us outside. “Out through my back door!” she said, making us crawl past her kitchen through to the back door. She paused for a few moments as we tried to open the door, to put on her heavy black leather boots- the violence was about to get worse, much worse. We crawled out of her back door in a single file.
Priya closed the back door behind her, turned around and dealt a hard kick to my face, making me roll to the bottom of the metallic fire-escape stairs behind her house. She kicked one of her other slaves in the same direction and made his body land next to mine. I turned around and crawled to the bottom step and began to climb up the stairs. As I tried to slither away, I heard another grunt as Priya kicked her third slave towards the grilling of her stairs. The third slave’s forehead hit the metallic grill and began to bleed profusely. Priya stamped the back of his neck with the protruding heel of her boot. The slave gave in and began to crawl up the stairs. As the three of us crawled up her stairs, she walked over our bodies, crushing us under her boot heels. I felt her full body weight as she walked over my back, my neck and stepped off my head to stand one stair above me. I looked up just as she got off and turned around- her boots went up and paused in the air for a moment. The next, her dusty sole landed on my face and crushed into my eyes. I bowed down and allowed tears to pour out of my eyes to prevent the dust from getting into my blood stream. She kicked my head down with her boots. My nose hit the ground and bled hard.
“Come on upstairs you losers!” Priya ordered. “I’ve decided to fire two of you today.” I crawled up the stairs from between her legs, exposing the two slaves behind me to face her wrath. She kicked them hard to one side as they attempted to crawl past her. The third slave got a massive kick to his stomach even as he attempted to climb one stair behind Priya. “Upstairs, quick!” She demanded. The kicking got even more relentless as we climbed up the three remaining flights of stairs and reached the terrace of her two-story house.
She quickly stepped towards me and kicked me towards the left parapet wall. My head landed on top of the three-foot wall and I looked down in horror- there was a huge gutter behind her house, with dirty sewage water flowing across rapidly. I quickly got myself away from the edge; falling off from there would lead to certain death. Priya caught one of the other slaves off the wall and lowered him with her vice-like grip of his neck. She let go of his neck, took a step back and swung her legs to deliver a blinding kick to his face. The slave fell behind, his body scratching patterns of blood all over the wall. She then caught the other slave’s neck and threw him down to the floor. The slave tried to crawl back away from her, but she stepped close and sat down with her knees on either side of him. She sat herself down on his chest and strangled his neck. His hands got caught below Priya’s legs as she pinned him down and punched his face as hard as she could. She then took her other hand behind and landed another jaw crunching blow. What followed was an unstoppable set of hard punches from the furious girl. If her left fist landed on him one moment, her right hand would land even harder the next moment. She was merciless, raining a few dozen hard punches on the helpless slave.
Priya got off that slave and pounced on me. She caught my left hand and moved it up to my right shoulder from behind my back, then did the same with the right hand. I tangled with my arms caught in an awkward position in her hands, forced to bow down to her. She swung her leg up and landed her knee on my face. She kicked me with her knees over and over till I bled out of my mouth and dropped to the floor to kiss her boot.
Priya kicked away my face and walked to the center of her terrace. “Come here, all of you and lick my boot.” She stepped her left foot forward. The three of us, now bleeding uncontrollably, crawled over to kiss her left boot. Once we began to lick her boot clean, she wiped off pearls of sweat from her forehead and explained. “I feel like I have too many slaves, my toilet is getting too crowded: I need just one of you to eat my shit and be my foot slave. One dedicated slave is better than three assholes. So, lie down on the floor next to each other.” We lay down on the floor so that our heads were in one straight line.
Priya stepped both her feet on my face. “You. Serving me was your only ambition in life for many years. You’ve been incompetent for a few days, but you have potential. I’m going to allow you to live.” Despite the blinding pain, I felt a relief as she stepped off me. She was not going to fire me. The other two slaves, however, would suffer a radically different fate in her hands.
Priya continued her slave-body walk, landing both her boots on slave #32’s chest. “You asked me out when I was using you to do my homework. You dared to think that you were good enough for me, but you aren’t even worthy of being my slave. So you know what? You’re fired!” Priya declared before spitting on his face.
Priya then stepped on slave #33. “You also wanted to get romantic with me. I think you’re strong and well-built, but there’s no way in hell that a loser like you can ever be good enough for someone like me. The rejection I gave you, grinding your ugly face under my jeans, just doesn’t serve you right. You’re also fired.”
Priya stepped off and walked towards the edge of the parapet wall, overlooking the gutter. “32 and 33. Come here now.” The slaves crawled over to her and joined their hands, begging for her mercy. She paid no heed to anything they had to say, she simply placed her boot on slave 32’s head. “What’s your last wish?”
The slave bowed down and muttered. “I wish for only one last chance to be used as your butt-wipe.”
Priya then kicked slave 33’s head. “And what about you?”
The slave bowed down and said. “I wish to lick your ass clean, Priya.”
Priya laughed at the two slaves bowing down to her. “This is why I’ve chosen to fire you today. You both wished for what YOU wanted. Even with your dying breath, you should only think of how you can serve ME and please ME. I can’t believe you still don’t get it, after all this punishment, I’m going to deny both your wishes.”
Priya pushed the slave off her foot. “Well, this is it. Stand on this wall now.” The slaves crawled up to the parapet wall and climbed up into a precarious position. They looked down in fear – the gutter was more than seventy feet below. Their lives would end in a few moments. Priya instructed, “I want you to jump off the wall, go down head first and die for me.”
Slave 32 jumped off the wall first, diving down into the gutter. As his body went down, he screamed aloud. “Thank you, Priya.” His head landed with a loud thud in the dirty sewage water. Some blood surfaced for an instant, only to be washed away.
Slave 33 jumped off the wall quietly. He landed into the gutter in an awkward, flat angle and drowned in the rapid current of sewage water. Priya and I watched the slaves’ lifeless bodies swept away down the gutter.
“Good riddance.” Priya laughed and looked at me. I knelt down to her and kissed her boots. Thank you, Goddess. “You’re going to ride me downstairs, now.” She pushed me away, making me fall on my hands and knees. I flattened my back so that she could use it as her seat. I walked on all fours down the stairs, supporting the girl’s weight with all the strength I had left. She continued. “You’ve just been promoted. You’re my official shit eater from today. Congratulations.”
“You know what I don’t like about this arrangement?” Priya mused while sitting on her couch, as I massaged her legs placed on my shoulders. She had just woken up and was wearing nothing but her long white t-shirt and her black panties. “As a slave, my shit is your only breakfast, lunch and dinner. My pee is the only drink you’re allowed in life. But then, here you are still breathing the same air that I breathe. That’s a problem.” She snapped her fingers and tapped the left side of her butt. I was recently promoted as her butt slave, which meant that I was entitled to her farts, pee and solid excrement. Her finger snap was the signal that she wanted to break wind. This was one of the most exciting moments in my life.
I shifted her left leg to my right shoulder and picked up her leg slightly, to create a little space between the seat and her ass cheek. I moved my head closer to kiss the bottom of her ass. She let a huge one rip through her butt. As I kissed her butt through her panties, I could feel some of the warm vapor settling on my face. Priya’s butt slave- the best possible job in the world!
She continued to muse as I returned her legs, and continued her morning massage. “Sure, you smell my ass when I fart. You spend most of the day with your head stuck inside my commode. But I really wanted to make sure that you can’t breathe anything but the smell of my shit.”
“That’s true, Priya. I should be thrown in prison for breathing the same air that a sovereign being like you breathes.”
“Exactly. So you’re going to be part of a science experiment today.”
She used her legs to toss me to one side and stood up. She walked over to a two-foot cubical wooden box placed at the corner of her living room. “I asked one of my geek friends to build this for me. On one side it has a circular cut to fit in somebody with a large neck like you. This side slides open or close and it can be locked in place. The top has a small hole which can be closed with air-tight efficiency. Do you understand what you have to do?”
“No, Priya.” I confessed, crawling closer to her.
She slid open the side with a circular cut on it. “Now, put your head in there.” I lay down on the floor and slid backwards with my head into the box. She slid down the side of the box, the circular cut was just barely enough to fit my neck. My head was completely inside the closed dark box, all I could see was the little hole on the top side of the contraption. Priya looked at me through the hole. “Hmm, it’s almost airtight. Let me get a rag and cover it up.” She walked away and came back with a rag, which she stuffed around my neck leaving absolutely no space between my neck and her box surface. “Good, now that part is air tight.”
She then peeped through the hole on the top side of the box and smiled at me through the little hole. “Now for the last part.” She sat down on the box and positioned her ass on the box so that the bottom of her butt was right above the hole. Inside the box, things went completely dark. “Get ready, I’m going to poop now.” She let out a little grunt. Big, stinking turds of her poop came tumbling down from the little hole and landed criss-cross on my face. She dumped for a couple of minutes, then got up and locked close the hole on top. She laughed as she got up from the box. “Really smelling my shit down there, huh?” I was unable to breathe for moments as pieces of her shit covered my nostrils. I shook my head, allowing the turds to fall to the floor of the box, the airtight container she’d used to trap my head with her shit. “I like this, now you can’t breathe anything but the smell of my shit. Let’s see how long you can live inside that box. I’ll check up on you tomorrow.” She said, before walking away.
Priya walked over to the concrete storage tank on the terrace of her house. I followed behind her on all fours, making sure that my head was always below the level of her knee. It was part of the agreement under which she allowed me to be her slave. “Always assert your inferiority by keeping your head below her knee level,” as she would constantly remind me.
She stopped near her tank and looked back at me. “I want to sit on top of this tank, hoist me up now,” she said. I knelt down against the concrete tank and locked my hands together. She stepped closer. Her boots came into my field of vision as I bowed down and waited for her to climb over me. She placed her left boot into my locked hands. I held them up tight as she stepped her right boot on my shoulder. “Look up,” she laughed. She stepped her left boot off my hands and onto my face as I looked up to her. The top of the tank was now low enough for her to turn around and sit on. She settled on top and ordered me to stand before her.
I stood up before the Mistress and noticed the yellow frock she was wearing above her heavily booted legs. She was putting on quite a show with those clothes. A quick glance around her neighborhood revealed that there was one guy staring at her from his balcony. Priya kicked my head hard. “Where the hell are you looking?” I bowed down. “Sorry.”
She smiled. “I’m going to play a game with you. It’s called shine my boots. You will have to try to lick my boots clean. When you’re trying to lick them, I can kick your face as much as I want and as hard as I want. Like any other game we play, you’re always the loser no matter what happens. Come on, try to lick my boot.” She stretched out both legs towards me. I tried to lick her right boot. Placing my tongue at the toe of the boot, I moved upwards. Priya swung her left leg and landed a hard kick to my face, throwing me off to the ground a few feet away from her. She had a good laugh. “Come on. Shine my boots, loser!”
I got up and went for a big lick to her left boot. She swung her right leg and kicked away my face as hard as she could. “Made your nose bleed with that one, didn’t I?” She smiled. I nodded and stood next to her left boot, to avoid the swing of her legs. I began to lick the side of her left boot. She used her hands to turn herself in my direction and delivered a nasty kick to my face with her right leg. “Think you can outsmart me, huh?” She taunted me. The game went on for a dozen more devastating kicks to my face.
Suddenly, the gate to her house sounded. Priya got off the concrete tank and walked towards the other side of her terrace. I crawled closely behind, to find out what had caused her to pause the game. A tall guy was fumbling at her gate. It was the same guy who was staring at her from the balcony. Priya called out to him from the terrace. “What do you want?”
“Hi. I couldn’t help but notice you…” He began nervously.
“I’m not interested.” Priya turned around.
“Please, ma’am. I just want to know what it would take.” He spoke out.
“For what?” Priya turned to him, he had her attention.
“I just want to get a kick from you in my life.” The man said before exhaling heavily. Who doesn’t?
Priya paused and smiled. She then pointed at the stairs. “Come on upstairs.” She waited as the man opened up the gate and climbed the four flights of stairs to get over to the terrace. “Get on your knees.” Priya said, pointing to the ground before her. The guy knelt down. One could tell that he was a teenager, dressed in his pajamas and t-shirt. I frowned at him as he bowed down to Priya. Things are going perfectly well with the Mistress and me. He’d better not spoil it.
Priya caught his face in her hand. “What is it that you want?”
“Ma’am I just saw you from my balcony, kicking this guy with your boots. I was just hoping that, maybe, I could have one kick from your beautiful feet.” He muttered.
Priya crushed his face in her hand. “What would a loser like you be able to give me in return? You look like you’re in college.”
He nodded. “Pre-University, ma’am. I don’t have any money but I would do anything for you ma’am. Please, just one kick.”
Priya released her grip and tossed him away. “I won’t give it to you.”
He straightened himself and pointed at me. “How come he gets your kicks and not me?”
“He’s my slave. He has given up his life to serve me. I make him do whatever I want, without giving him food or water, until he dies for me.” Priya smiled.
The kid leapt forward and kissed Priya’s boot. “I’m willing to die for you, ma’am. Please accept me as your slave.” He doesn’t even know her name.
Priya kicked off his face from her boot. “No. But there is something that I would accept. If you give up your life now, I will give you an interview for the job of my boot licker. If you succeed, you’ll get be my slave. If you fail, I’m going to make you jump off this roof right here.” She said, pointing to the side of her terrace overlooking a gutter. “Jumping off from that parapet wall is certain death. So, there’s a good chance that you would die now and never get to serve me in your life. Do we have a deal?” She stepped her left foot forward.
The kid bowed down and kissed her boot without hesitation. “I accept.”
Priya ordered. “Lie down right there, face up.” The slave candidate obeyed, lying down next to Priya’s feet. She moved around his head and carefully placed her feet on his face such that the high heel was crushing into his cheek and the soles went across his eye. “How would you lick the soles of my boots clean when they’re crushing down on your face like this?” Priya asked him. She used her hands on her knee to increase the pressure on her candidate’s face. He struggled and writhed from the pain. Priya kept the pressure on for a few moments before stepping off his face; she didn’t want him to die during the interview.
The candidate breathed heavily. “I would beg you to move your feet an inch away so I could lick the soles clean?” He answered nervously. It was a pathetic answer and he knew it.
Priya smiled. “Bad answer. My slaves aren’t allowed to talk to me.”
I was relieved and nervous at the same time as I watched the candidate struggle at Priya’s feet. She’s going to make him die for her.
The candidate begged her. “What was the right answer?”
Priya stepped away. “There’s no right or wrong answers here. I just have to like your answers.” She pointed to the closest parapet wall. “Kneel down for me there.” The candidate knelt down against the wall. Priya walked over, swung her leg and delivered a hard kick to his face. “How would you lick my boots clean when I’m kicking you like this?” She asked as she landed another gruesome kick to his face. “Come on now. This is what you wanted, right? Try to lick my boots now.” Tears streamed down the candidate’s eyes as Priya kicked his face relentlessly. His eyes turned blue and blood began to pour out of his nose.
She stopped the beating after a few minutes. “Your time’s up,” Priya announced.
The candidate dropped to her feet and still went for a kiss to her boot. “Thank you so much, ma’am.” Having been there myself, I knew exactly how Priya’s kicks felt. Somehow they felt pleasant despite the blinding pain. Her pleasure, at all costs was the sole purpose of my being. And being kicked served that one true purpose.
Priya leaned against the wall behind her candidate. “You’re not doing very well in this interview. Looks like you’ll have to jump to your death. Anyway, for your next test…” Priya caught his neck between her thigh and lower leg. She pulled her leg upwards until she was able to catch her boots in her hands. The candidate’s head got caught behind her knee and crushed by her thigh and calf muscles. “You have to tell me how you’ll lick my boots when you’re caught like this.” Priya pulled up her boot using her hand. The slave went for the top of Priya’s boots that were just a couple of inches away from his head and managed to lick the top of her boot. “No. I meant the soles of my boot. Tell me how you’ll lick them clean.” Priya maintained the pressure behind her knee. The candidate just kissed her calves. He turned his face around and kissed her lower thigh. It appeared that he wanted to kiss as much of her flesh as he could before he died. Considering his interview so far, it was probably a good strategy. Priya threw off his head and stepped away. “No answer, huh?” The candidate shook his head.
“I think it’s time.” Priya stated. The candidate looked up to her to see if he had even the slightest chance of being forgiven. She was frowning down at him; no chance of mercy. He went over to the parapet wall overlooking the gutter. Stepping up to the edge of the roof, the slave looked down at the rapidly flowing sewage water below.
“What’s your last wish?” Priya asked him.
“I just wish I could be your slave,” the candidate said, joining his hands together in prayer. “Is there any way you could allow me in your life?”
Finally, he gave his first correct answer in the interview. “Come down from there. You failed the interview but you have the right attitude. I’ll use you when something opens up. You’ll just have to wait in my toilet till I feel like using you.” Priya smiled. The candidate jumped down and hugged Priya’s feet, kissing her boots profusely.
Priya walked in to her toilet to find me licking the inner walls of her commode while her slave candidate was forced to sit in his corner and watch me at work. “This is going to be interesting,” she commented, stepping inside her toilet. “If I remember correctly, one of you is my butt slave while the other one is not yet a slave,” she grinned as she bolted the door behind her. The slave candidate and I knelt before her and watched as she stepped closer to us. Dressed in her white t-shirt and her black mini-skirt, her incredible beauty and radiance, as always, dominated the room.
Priya caught both our heads in her hands and smiled. “You have any idea how much of a privilege it is to be my ass slave? I’m going to show you now. In the next minute, one of your faces is going to smell exactly like my fart.” Priya turned around and lifted up her mini-skirt, exposing her butt to both of us. She was wearing a small red panty underneath the skirt, but most of her ass cheeks were visible. The smooth, sweaty spheres of Godly perfection shook in the air, taunting us with their glimmer.
The slave candidate bowed down; he body couldn’t control the arousal that the buttocks had caused. “Pick up his head and make him really look at my ass up close. Look at what my slaves can smell and touch. But you can’t.” She stepped backwards and ordered me. I caught the candidate’s face and brought it up, gripping his neck with my arms so that he couldn’t move. Priya brought her butt very close to his face and shook her ass slowly. “No. You’ll probably never smell them in your life.” She then walked backwards and stepped on my thighs, so that her ass was exactly in front of my face. I watched her beautiful ass settle back on me and twist around rapidly as she smothered me in front of her candidate. Throwing the candidate off my grip, I hugged the Mistress’s thighs. She let out a huge fart while continuing to rub my face behind her butt. The force of the blow caused my mouth to vibrate for a moment. Priya continued shaking for a few more seconds, allowing the vapor to settle all over my face and then stepped off me.
“Oh my God! That was a huge fart. And only he gets to enjoy that because he’s my ass slave. You’ll just have to sniff the residue of that fart,” she laughed at her candidate.
I dropped down to Priya’s feet and kissed them. “Thank you, Goddess!”
This was by far the most enjoyable display of power she’d ever used me for. Priya was advertising a job that the candidate couldn’t have. The candidate joined his hands and bowed down, bringing his head to her feet. He prayed to her. “What does it take to be your slave, Priya?”
She kicked off his face. “No, you don’t even have the right to kiss my feet. I’ll give you an opportunity to be my slave someday, but not very soon.”
Priya stepped over to her commode and stood over it, facing the back wall to exhibit her magnificent back side to me and the candidate. “In the meantime, here are some more things you might never get to do in your life,” she continued taunting the candidate. Towering over her commode with her legs on either side of it, she snapped her fingers and pointed to her little mini-skirt. I crawled over to her back and caught the bottom of her skirt in my mouth. I tugged down the cloth, slowly bringing down her skirt and allowing her to slip her legs off it.
I looked to the candidate and smiled as I pulled down her skirt, rubbing my face against her smooth legs as they slithered down. She then tapped her panties. I crawled up and kissed the bottom of her panties, enjoying them with all my senses before yanking them down with my mouth.
Priya’s naked butt was right above the commode water. She placed one finger on her butt cheek. “Kiss it,” she commanded. I went up and kissed her bare ass causing some drool all over it. She let out another fart to my face and then urinated into my mouth. I went on kissing her butt as she excreted huge turds of stinking shit into the toilet water.
Priya slapped away my face for a moment to advertise some more to her candidate. She walked backwards and stood over him while showing off her bare, dirty ass and laughing. “Look at that. Only my butt slaves get to lick off the stink from it. You’ll never get to do that in your life.” The candidate bowed down and touched his head to the ground; there was no other way he could control the erection from Priya’s put on show. Priya then showed me her back and gave me the go ahead. “Lick it clean, now!” I clasped Priya’s upper thigh and licked her naked buttocks bottom to top. Before going for the next big lick, I savored the bitter taste of Priya’s shit on my tongue. Serving her with a few more massive licks, I managed to clean up her butt completely.
Priya picked up her panty and skirt and slowly wore them in front of her candidate. “Being my slave is the most coveted job, you better grab the opportunity if I ever give it to you.” She smiled and turned to me. “Now I’m going to show you the most awesome thing that you don’t get to do.” She caught my neck and threw me down her commode. I went down and grabbed some of Priya’s excrement with my mouth and swallowed them slowly. She crushed my head down her toilet using her long, smooth legs. “He gets to eat it up. You don’t.”
Priya rested her body on the couch, keeping her head on a cushion and resting her legs on the other end. Three of Priya’s medical school classmates were seated on a sofa on the other side of the living room. She was dressed in her navy blue frock, and plainly noticed how the guests were staring away at her smooth, long legs. “I must confess. I didn’t call all of you over for studying together.” Priya said. “I want you to take part in a special auction.”
“And what would you be selling us in this auction?” asked Darshan.
“I am going to make the three of you buy water from me.” Priya smiled.
“Water? Who pays for water these days?” Varun asked in a condescending tone.
Priya picked up a glass of water from the tea-table over the side of the couch. “You guys are going to pay for water. And I’m not talking about a lot of water; it’s just three little droplets of water that you are going to bid for.”
Kumar laughed. “So you’re expecting us to pay a lot of money for one drop of water each? You must be joking!”
Priya slowly put one finger into her glass of water and carefully moved her hands over her legs.
She dropped one speck of water on her foot. “Now, which one of you boys wants to lick that off of me?” The men gulped as they stared at the drop of water. One by one, they all raised their hands, their eyes fixated on the singular water drop. “That’s the first item you’re going to auction for. Whoever wins this one would get to clean off that drop of water from my foot. You would get thirty seconds to kiss it, or lick it or whatever it is that you wish to do.” Priya looked over at the three guys staring away at her legs. “Come on, this is your chance to kiss my feet. Bid for it now!”
Kumar breathed slowly. “I just bought all the second year textbooks. I would give you all of them.”
Varun frowned at Kumar. “I will give you my iPod Touch.”
Priya laughed. “Alright! Let me present you all the items first.” She dipped her finger into the glass and let one drop fall on her lower thigh, next to her knee. “That’s the second item. It’s a chance to kiss my thigh.” She observed the star struck men as she lifted up her frock. She then turned over and exposed her butt cheeks. “And the third item is by far the most exciting one.” She dipped into the glass of water and placed one drop of water on her ass cheek, right below the cloth of her black panties. “I offer you a shot at kissing my ass.” She softly patted the flesh of her butt and smiled.
The three men sat quietly, observing the beautiful creature before them in silent lust. “Come on.” Her voice forced the men off their wild day dreams. “Bid for it.”
“I brought my car over here. It’s a red Mitsubishi Lancer. You can have it, it’s all yours,” said Darshan, staring at Priya’s ass cheeks.
“Wow, that’s a huge offer. What would your parents have to say about that?” Priya asked.
“Oh, I’ll run away from home. I’ll do anything that I need to do. Kissing you over there,” said Darshan, pointing at the girl’s butt, “is everything I’ve ever wanted to do in life.”
“It’s what every man wants in life,” Priya agreed, smiling wide.
“I will give you my credit card. You can use it for anything, anytime and I will pay for it,” Kumar spoke with heavy breaths.
“No. I don’t want money. You either give me something of value or offer to do something for me,” Priya specified.
“I will give you a massage anytime you want,” Varun said. “I will be at your feet, waiting to serve you in any way…”
Priya interjected. “I’ve got two slaves locked up in my toilet for doing that.”
The men sat quiet.
“Alright, decision time. I’m going to take your iPod touch and your medical textbooks.” Priya said. “So, Varun gets to kiss my feet, Kumar will get to kiss my thigh and Darshan kisses my ass.”
Varun reached into his pocket and placed his iPod on Priya’s tea table. He knelt down before Priya’s feet and leaned forward to give it a kiss. He savored the salty taste of the dust and the smell for a few moments as he went on kissing. Priya kicked off his head from her feet. “Thirty seconds up.”
Kumar opened up his bag and placed the textbooks on Priya’s table. He sat down on the floor next to Priya’s thigh and went for his kiss. Priya allowed him to hug her thighs as he gratified his lust and drooled over her thighs for thirty seconds.
Darshan handed over the keys to his sports car to Priya. He then knelt down and smelled her panties for a few moments. He then kissed the drop of water from her ass and moved down to sniff the bottom of Priya’s panties. She caught his hair and stopped him. “You know how lucky you are? The price of kissing my butt is much more than a Lancer.” Darshan brought up his hands to rub her thigh and went into her butt for another kiss.
“You know what? There’s no such thing as too many slaves. Why don’t all of you give up your lives now?” Priya said as she turned around and sat straight on the side of her couch.
“I’m fully willing to do that for you, Priya.” Varun said, kneeling down on the floor to stare at her legs some more.
“Me too!” Kumar said.
“Anything for you Priya,” Darshan said, relishing the taste of her buttocks.
“Good then!” Priya said. She strangled Darshan’s neck. “From now on, you’re my driver. You’ll have to keep my Lancer clean and ready to go wherever I may want to go.”
“Sure, my Princess!” Darshan said.
“You both, go inside my toilet and wait for my orders,” she told Varun and Kumar, kicking them towards her toilet.
Govind knocked on Priya’s door. He shifted his weight nervously between his legs as he waited for the girl to open her front door. He looked at the red rose in his hands, and raised it up to his nose to smell the fresh, moist petals. Moments after the knock, he heard a noise from inside the house. For reasons that his brain could not think of at the time, he began to sweat and his heart began to thump so hard that he could not hear himself think.
Priya unbolted the door and opened it. “Hi, Govind,” she smiled. “Come on in.” Govind walked into her veranda, keeping his hands behind his back and constantly facing her so that she could not see the rose he held in his hand. He watched the girl close the door and lead him to her living room. She was wearing her blue sleeveless t-shirt and her red mini-skirt. This was more skin than she’d ever shown in college. Govind gazed away at her smooth, succulent hands and her luscious legs. He scanned her incredible structure for even the slightest bit of imperfection, but there wasn’t any. The turmoil inside Govind’s head got even worse. He sat down on the ground next to Priya’s couch.
“Why are you sitting over there? You can use the couch,” Priya said.
“No, Priya,” Govind stammered. “I wanted to tell you something first.”
“What is it?” Priya asked.
He stretched out his hand and held the red rose forward for her to see. “I…” Govind had trouble getting words out of his mouth. Priya’s eyebrows went up. “Priya, I’m so in love with you. I think about you all the time and I cannot get you out of my head. I just wanted to let you know that.”
“You love me.” Priya reflected, taking a heavy breath.
“I’m crazy about you, Priya. I thought I should finally let you know.”
Priya took the red rose from his hand and smiled. “You wanted to let me know that you’re in love with me?”
“It’s better than spending sleepless nights without ever having told you, Priya.”
“Alright.Well, now I know that you’re in love with me. Thanks.” Priya smiled. “Very nice rose by the way,” she turned towards the tea table, picked up the ceramic vase and stuck the rose in there with a few others. “There it goes. Along with all my other roses.”
Govind could see that she’d dealt with men being in love with her many times; it wasn’t a big deal for her. Heck, it wasn’t even a small deal. He attempted to restart the conversation towards the point he intended. “What do you think?” He swallowed.
“Oh, you want an answer right away?” Priya stepped closer to him.
“Just a yes or a no, Priya. That’s all I ask for.”
She stood over him and looked down at his red, anxious face waiting for her answer. “If you want my answer, you’ll have to close your eyes and keep them shut,” Priya said. Govind obeyed, closing his eyes tight. Priya smiled and waited a few moments. She then flicked his forehead.
“What? What happened?” Govind opened his eyes nervously.
“I said you have to keep your eyes shut. That was a test and you failed.” Priya said.
Govind closed his eyes hard. “I won’t open my eyes, Priya. No matter what happens. Please go ahead.”
“I’m going to give you your answer very soon. Just sit there and keep those eyes closed.” Priya felt her stomach and waited for about a minute. She turned around and caught Govind’s face, bringing it close to her buttocks. Lifting up her little red mini-skirt, she placed her ass over his face and began to rub the skin of her butt against the guy’s face. She pulled harder, smothering him into her ass.
“Here is the answer you’ve been waiting for,” Priya let out a thunderous fart on Govind’s face. The explosion of stinking fumes took over his breath. She kept on rubbing her butt, ensuring that her fart sniffer got every bit of it right on his face.
Priya stepped away once she was done. “You are not good enough for me. That’s my answer.”
Govind dropped to the floor and caught some breath. “You could have just said no.”
Priya laughed. “That’s just not my style. I like to let people know that I’m way out of their league. Words just can’t express that well enough.” She stood over Govind and placed her feet on his neck.
“And now, I’m going to enslave you. You are going to spend the rest of your life locked up in my toilet. You will have to starve and die for me.”
Govind pleaded at Priya’s feet. “Please let me go. It’s bad enough that you rejected me with a fart.”
Priya crushed him down harder and poked into his skin using her toenails. “I have a rule about people who get to smell my ass. I can’t let you go out and tell other people how beautiful my butt smells.”
“It doesn’t…”
“You have no other option here. Go into my toilet and wait until I tell you how you can serve me before you die.” She kicked him off and pointed to her toilet. Priya made him crawl inside and kneel down with me and five other slaves.
Priya stretched out her hands, catching the fingers of her left hand in the right and let out a loud yawn. Avinash bowed down, feeling offended about his inability to hold her interest even for the measly few minutes he’d spent on the couch with her. The words he’d read that day in a self-help dating book rang through his head- “Focus the discussion on her, make it all about her.” He took a deep breath, braced himself and boldly let the words come out of his mouth. “You are so incredibly beautiful,” he said, even as she closed her mouth from the massive yawn, which he told himself he did not induce.
“I was yawning,” Priya laughed. “Do I look so beautiful when I’m yawning?” She asked with a taunting wink.
“No, Priya. You’re always so beautiful. I don’t know how I got so lucky in my life, to even look at you or sit next to you on the same couch,” Avinash said with a bold smile.
Priya shrugged her shoulders and paused for a few moments before breaking the tension. “Neither do I,” she said. Avinash broke into an uncomfortable laugh with her, but felt large mounds of pressure building up around his heart. He tried to open his mouth and say the words he’d been planning to say the whole time, but his throat seemed to have given up on him. “Anyway,” Priya began, raising her eyebrow. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”
Avinash shook his head and hoisted himself to his feet. He stood up and cleared his throat. Looking at the girl would only make him more nervous, so he stared at the ground and spoke. “What would you be doing this weekend?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Something will come up, I don’t generally plan out so much,” Priya said.
“Uhhh, Priya. I have two tickets for the cricket match on Saturday. I was wondering whether you’d join me,” Avinash said.
Priya glared into his eyes and caught his hand. “Avinash, I am not going to join you. I don’t like cricket!” She said, but she was nodding her head in a stern manner.
“Maybe we could go out for a movie or dinner?” Avinash asked.
“I wouldn’t be interested in that, no.” Priya said.
Avinash could feel his heart sinking downwards rapidly. “I’m so sorry,” he said, hanging his head low. He walked towards the front door and stepped into his shoe. “Maybe some other time, some other activity?” He asked. At that precise moment, they heard a door bolting shut in the background. “What was that?” He asked.
Priya smiled and caught his nervous hands. “Hey, come inside. I totally forgot, I wanted you to meet somebody.” Avinash followed helplessly, led by the strong girl through her living room – she suddenly seemed to have a strange sense of hurry.
They stopped in front of her toilet and knocked on the door. “Occupied,” was the reply from the man inside.
Avinash recognized the voice immediately. “Isn’t that your neighbor Srinath?” He asked.
Priya continued banging on the door. “Open up, quickly.”
Avinash knelt down on the spot, his hands still caught in Priya’s tight grip. “Sorry, Priya. I did not know that you both were seeing each other. Please let me go…”
“No, you’re going to shut up and wait for him to come out.” Priya said.
The toilet door opened and Srinath peeped out. “What is so urgent now? I was about to take a dump.” He asked, concealing his body behind the door.
Priya pointed to Avinash. “You know this guy from my class?”
“Avinash? Of course…” Srinath nodded.
“Well, interesting thing happened. He tried to ask me out just now.”
“What??!!” Srinath barked, emerging from the toilet. He caught Avinash by the neck and strangled him.
Priya laughed. “Take him inside and give him a rejection for me, would you?”
“With pleasure!” Srinath said, dragging in the reject with full force. Avinash fell to the floor next to the commode. Srinath bolted the door behind him and prowled around him as he waited for him to sit up.
Avinash begged for mercy with his hands folded, looking up to Priya’s half-naked boyfriend. “Please, Srinath. I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. Don’t hurt me.”
Srinath placed his foot on his shoulder. “Shut up and kiss my feet,” he ordered. Avinash couldn’t believe that asking out the woman of his dreams could lead to something like this. “What’s the worst that can happen?” The dating book said. Obviously the author never asked out the likes of Priya. He bowed down, held the boyfriend’s feet in his hands and gave it a kiss.
“What were you about to say to Priya?” Srinath asked.
“Nothing, Srinath. It was a big misunderstanding and ..”
“Shut the fuck up. You just tried to ask out my girlfriend. Yes or no?” Srinath asked.
“Yes, but I would never have done that if I knew she was with you, Srinath.” Avinash said, kissing the tall man’s feet again.
“She is with me, that is certainly true. But that’s not the reason she wants to punish you.” Srinath smiled. “If you can correctly guess the reason, I will let you go out of this toilet unharmed.”
“She wants to punish me, because…” Avinash pondered, “because I didn’t know her well enough. I never even asked if she was single.”
“That’s one wrong answer!” Srinath laughed.
“Please, Srinath. I don’t know why she wants to punish me. I’ll do anything to earn her forgiveness.” Avinash pleaded.
“She was offended by you asking her out.” Srinath said.
“Because it’s an invasion of her privacy?” Avinash asked.
“No, you idiot. She can’t believe that a loser like you can even imagine being with a girl like her.” Srinath explained. “You just aren’t good enough for her.”
“But how can that be offensive, Srinath?” Avinash asked.
“Some guys are good enough for her,” he explained, pointing at himself. “Some guys just fall short by a short margin, so she’d just reject them with a simple ‘no’. But some other guys are so horrible, she’s offended that they can even think of her as an equal.”
Avinash bowed down. “I’m so sorry, Srinath.”
“I know you’re sorry. Now, tell me what you were going to say to her,” Srinath demanded.
“I was going to tell her that I love her,” Avinash bowed down, tears streaming out of his eyes.
Srinath turned around and lowered his butt until it was floating right above Avinash’s face. “Say the same thing to my butt. Come on.”
“Please, Srinath. I said I’m sorry.” Avinash said.
“Do you want Priya to forgive you or not?” Srinath asked. Avinash nodded. “Then sit and say ‘I love you’ to my buttocks.”
Avinash looked up to smell the tall man’s butt crack right next to his nose. “I love you,” he said to Srinath’s butt.
“I want you to kiss it and hug it as you say it,” Srinath smiled, holding back and waiting for the reject to kiss his ass.
Avinash hugged Srinath’s legs and slowly moved in his head to kiss his butt crack. “I love you!” He mumbled.
In reply, Srinath blew out a massive fart on his face. Avinash cried and lowered his head, his eyes struggling to stay open from the pungent gas surrounding his face. Within moments, gigantic brown turds of shit began dropping out of Srinath’s ass right over his face. The stinking shit covered him up until he was brown and brought him down to the toilet floor, defeated and brown-faced.
“Eat shit and die, loser!” Srinath laughed. Avinash had nothing to say, he felt like he’d reached the lowest point in his life as he lay down on the floor with Srinath’s shit covering his face. “I’m going to wipe my bum clean on your shirt,” Srinath said, sitting down on Avinash’s chest and moving around his body like he was an arrogant horse.
The butt-wipe continued for a minute before Srinath stepped off his chest and opened the toilet door. Priya looked at him from the outside. “Oh dear Lord! Look at his face. Did he learn his lesson?”
“I’d say so.” Srinath said, sharing a high-five with her.
“How does my boyfriend’s shit taste, loser?” Priya asked. “Show me a thumbs up if you love it.” Avinash raised his hands with the thumb up. “That’s good, because that’s all you’re good enough for in life. You’re going to spend the rest of your life locked up in this toilet.”
The couple left the reject drowning in the heavy stench and the humiliation as they walked out on him and bolted the door shut.
Sanjeev threw his notebooks into his bag, zipped it close and picked it up to head out of the class for the lunch break. He stepped towards the classroom door and looked around what he thought was an empty classroom, but noticed Priya sitting in the corner seat of the room, with her head buried in a textbook and stopped himself short. “Hi,” he called out.
“Oh hi, Sanjeev.” Priya said with a hint of a smile.
“You do know that it’s lunch break, right?” Sanjeev asked. Priya smiled back at him. “It’s for filling up your tummy with this thing called ‘food’.”
“I know.” Priya laughed.
“And food is a good thing. It’ll prevent you from dropping off during the next four hours of lectures that we have to sit through.” Sanjeev said, stepping closer to the corner chair.
“Of course.” Priya said. “But you saw the size of the assignment that Professor Sharma gave us. I thought I’ll be better off finishing it right now.”
“Priya, that stuff is called ‘homework’. There’s a good reason why it has the word ‘home’ in it. You’re supposed to…”
“Do it at home. I know, genius boy.” Priya said. “But I have tons of other things to do at home. So I skip through the lunch break to finish off homework.”
“I see. What about food?” Sanjeev asked.
“Oh, that’s taken care of.” Priya said, pulling out a sandwich packet from her bag. “This isn’t much of a lunch, but it keeps me awake till the evening, when I go home and hog properly.”
“Wow.” Sanjeev said, “You’re so good at time management. I’m very impressed.”
“Thank you.” Priya said.
“Ummm..Priya?” Sanjeev began, stretching out his neck collar. “Would it be okay if I sat with you and worked on the assignment?”
“Sure!” Priya said. “Here, you can have one sandwich.”
“But that’s like half of your so-called ‘lunch’.” Sanjeev said, grabbing the sandwich and stuffing his mouth with it.
“Oh, I have chocolate bars in my bag, too!” Priya said.
“Incredible!” Sanjeev said, taking his seat. “This is one hell of a sandwich. Thank you so much.”
“Oh, it’s very simple recipe. Mint sauce, butter, tomatoes and pieces of boiled potato between fresh, soft bread slices.” Priya said, picking up her pen and continuing her work.
Sanjeev set his notebook on his desk and began to work on the assignment. He worked in complete silence for almost twenty minutes, quickly catching up with Priya. “This is so quiet and peaceful,” he said, minutes later. “The guys usually sit on the table and gossip about the same thing over and over again. So much better to do this, instead.”
“Yeah.” Priya said. “They talk about the same thing?”
“You.” Sanjeev stated.
“Oh, really?” Priya smiled.
“Yeah. You know men. They just like to discuss pretty women and you’re obviously,” Sanjeev swallowed, “the prettiest of them all.”
“I know.” Priya said. “What exactly do they talk about, for example?”
“Most of the time they talk about some little thing they said to you and what you said in reply. They’re all a bunch of love struck idiots. Some of them think you should be in an action movie. Like Angeline Jolie in Lara Croft.”
“That’s so funny. Thanks for sharing that with me,” Priya laughed. “So how come you don’t like discussing about me?”
“What would be the point of that?”
“Exactly! Pointless waste of time.” Priya bent forth and ran the pen in her notebook even faster. Sanjeev did the same, and ten minutes later, they were both done with the homework.
“Oh my lord! This is exhilarating!” Sanjeev said. “I can go home and do anything I want.”
“Yes you can!” Priya said, closing up her books. “Think about how well you can sleep, because you didn’t procrastinate.”
“Yeah.” Sanjeev said. “Thank you so much, Priya. For everything.”
“You’re welcome!” Priya said. “I never knew you were such a good guy.”
“Oh?”
“You never peeked into my assignment while we were on it.” Priya said. “You’re good.”
“It’s all thanks to you, Priya.” Sanjeev went forth, held the small of her back, gazed into her big, beautiful eyes and confidently moved his lips forward for a kiss.
Priya backed up, saw his closed eyes and his converged lips and slapped away his cheek. “Hey, hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Aaah.” Sanjeev screamed and fell down before her. “Priya,” he said, rubbing his cheeks to alleviate the pain, “you said I’m a good guy. So I thought…”
“That I’m in love with you?” Priya raised her sleeves and stretched her hands. “What the fuck? You’re worse than the other guys. You sat next to me and pretended to be good just to hit on me.”
“No, Priya.” Sanjeev said. “I genuinely wanted to do the assignment with you. When we finished, I got carried away from the happiness.”
“You’re sick.” Priya said. “You just tried to kiss me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No. You wanted to taste my lips, you’re going to taste my lips.” Priya pinned him down to the floor. She strangled his neck and made him lie flat. “Pthoo,” she spat out a ball of saliva from her mouth, and watched as it spread all over his face.
“Please Priya, this isn’t necessary.” Sanjeev said, trying to free his hands and wipe his face.
“Yes it is. You know why I stay away from everyone during lunch. It’s just to prevent guys like you from hitting on me. But here you are, spoiling my peace.” Priya said. She gathered more saliva in her mouth by sending a burst of wind up her throat. “Open your mouth now, loser!” Sanjeev closed his eyes and opened up his mouth. Priya spat it all out into his mouth, guiding the stream straight inside. “Eat that and enjoy it. This will be your lunch for the rest of your pathetic life.”
“What do you mean, rest of my life?”
Priya ported some more saliva in her mouth and looked down at the helpless man, waiting for her answer with his eyes wide open. She spat into his eyes. “It means that I’m going to take you home and make you my bitch. Not for one or two days, not for weeks, but for the rest of your life.”
“Priya, I said I’m sorry. What more do you want me to do?”
“I want to relieve the world of scums like you. Today you tried to kiss someone without permission. God knows what you’ll do tomorrow.” Priya spat on his cheek and then his other cheek. Sanjeev gave away, powerless to resist.
“I can’t believe I actually gave you one of my sandwiches. Now, get the fuck up!” Priya said, getting off his chest. “Don’t touch your face, let my spit spread all over your pathetic existence.” She caught him by the ear and dragged him out of the classroom.
“Priya, where are you taking me?” Sanjeev asked, terrified.
“To my car in the parking lot.”
“But the next class starts in five minutes.”
“You are not attending it.” Priya said, pacing down the stairs and turning him towards the parking lot.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“There, that’s my car!” Priya said, throwing him towards her red sports car. She pulled out her key and opened the dickey. “Get in there, now!”
Sanjeev fell to his knees and touched her feet. “Please…”
“I said NOW!” Priya shouted to his face. Sanjeev went into the little dickey and sat inside, wrapping his legs in his arms to occupy the least possible space, but it wasn’t enough to lock him in.
“Hey, loser! Bend down and make some room for this door to close.” Priya ordered. Sanjeev bowed down and tried to squeeze his head between his knees. “That’s better.” She caught his face. “One more spit. Come on, show me your face.” Sanjeev looked up, only to have his face hit by a thunderous ball of spit. “Pthuuu. Good! You’re going to stay in here until I come back. I’ll take you home in the evening and make you my slave.”
“Understood, Priya.” Sanjeev said, stuffing his head back between his knees
Priya cast his face down inside then closed down the door of her dickey, trapping him inside the dusty, dark vacuum for several hours.
Priya had me and seven other slaves following in line behind her as she walked into her study room. We were walking on all fours behind each other, competing to be the one that leaps to her feet and kisses her ankles. I was eighth in line, so I had given up on that. But I was her official ass slave, her only one. That must give me some advantage, which I was prepared to wait and watch for.
Priya stopped at her study table and the steel chair placed before it. She looked back at us, waiting eagerly for her orders. She pointed at two slaves right behind her. “Slave #34 and slave #35. I want both of you to lie down at the foot of this table.” The slaves lay down at the bottom of the legs of her table, keeping their bodies under the table. Priya stepped on their faces and crushed their noses and eyes under her feet. “You two slaves are going to massage my feet and keep them warm when I study.” She smirked as she looked down at the slaves struggling to breathe.
Priya then looked back at the rest of her slaves, six in number. “Slaves #36 and #37, I want you both to massage my lower legs,” Priya ordered. The slaves sat down under the study table next to her legs and began to massage her lower legs.
Priya then looked back at me. “Slave #31, you will offer me your head to sit on.” She pointed at the seat of her steel chair. It was the old-fashioned steel chair, without a lower back support. I sat behind the chair and squeezed my head between the upper back support and the cold, metallic seat. My head right at the center of Priya’s seat. This was it, the greatest payoff of being her only ass slave. I watched as Priya’s sexy red mini-skirt clad buttocks descended to my face. Her black panties landed right across my nose and her moist ass cheeks spread across my face. I had to close my eyes and breathe through my mouth, but it was all worth it; she’d excited all my other senses even though I was suffocating. “Your job is to smell my farts.” She looked at all her other slaves. “You all see what he gets to do? That’s because he’s my ass slave.” Those guys must be so jealous of me; they’re probably willing to kill each other to be in my place now.
Priya continued assigning work to her slaves. “You both, slaves #38 and #39. I want you to massage my thighs. Hold them in your hands and make them warm.” I could feel the two slaves grabbing on to her fleshy thighs and giving them a comforting squeeze with all their might. Only one slave was left, Priya smiled as she looked down at him joining his hands in prayer, begging her for an order. “Go to my kitchen and make me some tea. Serve it to me with some snacks. Go, fetch.” Slave #40 doubled his way out of the study room.
Priya settled down and observed the seven slaves under her body, massaging her feet, lower legs and thighs. She laughed. She then kicked off the slaves at her left leg and put it over her right leg so that she ended up seated in a cross-legged position. “I’m not going to position myself according to where my slaves are. I’m going to sit in any way I wish to. You have to move wherever my legs move.” The slaves got chaotic under her study table. Soon, they all settled down under her and began to massage the parts of her legs that they were first assigned. Priya laughed at how some of her slaves almost sat over each other’s bodies to serve her.
Priya then picked up her textbook and pencil. She began to study her medical textbooks, while continually changing the position of her legs and making the slaves struggle under her. I enjoyed being smothered at her smelly ass cheeks. A few minutes later, I was almost on the verge of giving up from the weight of her body on my face. Somehow, at that precise moment she let out a huge, loud fart and shook her butt left and right, grinding my face and making me savor the smell while the other slaves watched in jealousy. One fart from her could keep me alive for days.
Slave #40 served her some snacks along with the tea he’d prepared. “Place it on my table and rub my back.” Priya commanded. Good call, the table was over-crowded. The slave sat next to me and squeezed his hands under the chair’s back support and massaged Priya’s back. It was amazing to see how she had fully employed all of her slaves and had fun doing it.
Priya continued her studies for a few hours before getting up and walking away from her horny slaves. We all knelt down in line before her, waiting for the next order. She announced, “I feel that my slave organization is a bit over populated. Besides, I can only allow one of you can live on my shit and pee. It looks like seven of you have to die for me, very soon.” We looked at each other. “For now, you all get back into my toilet and lick my commode clean. I’ll figure out what to do with you some other time.”
Priya’s Miracle Fart Experiment
Priya’s toilet was wildly overcrowded. I had to watch and wait for seven other men to stick their head inside and lick the walls of her toilet clean before I got the chance to do it myself. There was barely enough room to even kneel down in the little room. The waits were long and tiresome, but the rewards were worthwhile- it was finally my turn. I crawled closer to the beautiful white ceramic commode and looked inside with anticipation, but there were absolutely no stains left to clean; every inch of the commode was licked clean before I even got a turn. I wished to scream at the other slaves for hogging up the Goddess’s stains, but we weren’t allowed to talk or make any kind of noise. So I stuck my head into the commode water, just to get a little drink of holy water but even as I made the attempt, the door unbolted and swung inward wildly. The wood of the door hit my butt with incredible force, thrusting me into the commode head first.
“Haha!” Priya smiled, stepping inside and bolting the door shut behind her. “You losers need to be a lot more alert when I’m about to enter here.”
I slowly pulled my head out of the core of her commode and touched my head to the floor before her. “I’m really sorry, my Lady.” It wasn’t uncommon for slaves to be hurt by the Goddess and apologize to her even for things that were clearly her fault.
“You are not forgiven. Kneel down right there!” Priya ordered. I sat up on my knees and looked up to her in prayer. “Eight slaves in this toilet! I’ve got to downsize some of you very soon. That means kill off some of you.” I bowed down and nodded. Around the room, the other slaves followed much the same reaction. “But not today.” She announced with a smile. “I’m in the mood for a medical experiment.” She raised her blue shirt over the maroon mini skirt she was wearing and caught her rock solid belly in her hand. The room fell silent for a few moments, broken only by the sound of her stomach growling. She laughed. “I mean, my stomach is in a good mood for an experiment.”
I tried to step closer to her, to be chosen for this one because it seemed to have something to do with her farts. She pointed her finger randomly at one of the other slaves. “You! You are my test subject for today. Congratulations.”
The slave made his way past the other slaves and kissed Priya’s feet. “Don’t get so happy. You will die for me right now.” The slave looked up to her, smiled and kissed her feet again. “Oh, you’re welcome!” she said, closing the commode and resting one foot on it.
“Do all of you know what I do for a living?” Priya asked, looking around at the slaves. We reacted with sealed lips, bowing down. “I give all of you permission to speak, but only to answer these questions.”
“Priya!” I raised my hand. She nodded. “You are a student in the city’s best medical college and you’re the topper there.”
“Exactly!” Priya said. “Now, does anyone wonder why a girl like me would keep eight guys like you in her toilet, waiting to die for her?”
“Not at all, Priya.” the slave she’d chosen for the experiment spoke. “You are the Goddess. Whether people get to live or die is your decision. All of us here wish to die for you, and you are but granting us our lifelong ambitions.”
“Correct.” Priya said. “Today is your turn to say ‘goodbye cruel world’.”
“Thank you!” The slave bent forward to kiss her feet, but she kicked him off. “Shut the fuck up. I only gave you the right to answer my questions,” Priya exploded. The slave retreated to kneel next to me.
“Anyway, it’s time for me to get to the point. I’m going to demonstrate how naturally gifted I am to become a doctor, by bringing a dead human being back to life with my fart!” Priya announced, her head held high as she checked the confused faces around the room. “You,” she pointed to the slave next to me, “will die for me first. You,” she turned to me, “will help me kill him off. And then, I will fart on his dead body’s face and bring him back to life. That will show all of you how much of a Goddess I am.”
This was by far her most outrageous experiment. I had been through some extremely unlikely trials, but this one just crossed all the limits of sanity, even possibility. “Place your head on this commode now!” she ordered the slave. He obeyed, placing his head next to Priya’s feet eager to have the Goddess fart on his face at the cost of his own life, even if he couldn’t be alive to enjoy the privilege.
Priya pointed her finger to her feet. “The bottom of my feet,” she raised her finger to the back of her knee, “between my thighs and lower leg,” and then raised her skirt pointed to the bottom of her buttocks, “and my bums. I’ve killed many slaves in all these places. The value of a slave’s life is indicated by where he gets to die for me. Now, where do you think I should kill you?”
The slave slowly raised his finger and pointed to her buttocks. Priya shook her head. “No, you’re not good enough.” He then pointed to the back of her knees. “Nah. I just don’t see a loser like you getting to die for me there.” Tears bursting out of his eyes, he pointed to the bottom of her feet and she stamped his fingers in approval. “That’s a better place for someone like you to die. Feels right, doesn’t it?” The slave nodded. “Good.”
Priya raised her feet and brought it down on his face, trapping his nose shut between her big toes and crushed his mouth shut with the foot cheeks, watching him struggle under her feet for breath. “You!” she pointed to me. “Strangle this slave and make him die for me, quick!” I grabbed the slave’s neck in my hand and began to squeeze him shut, cutting the air supply to his lungs. The slave’s body began to twitch and turn around, so I got on his body and squeezed his neck shut. Within moments, there was no sign of movement, noise or any life at all. “Is he dead?”
I checked the slave’s pulse for over thirty seconds and nodded to report that he was indeed dead.
“Good!” Priya raised her skirt and sat on him with her black panties covering up his face. “Watch how this dead slave comes back to life!” she said. She closed her eyes and released the tension in her stomach, relieving herself with a loud, explosive fart. Adding to the effect, she began to bounce herself on the cadaver. I crawled back and tried to turn myself away from the Goddess in an attempt to conceal the massive erection she was causing. She had done that to me once, on my live body and watching her persistently carry out this experiment brought back the memories, the feel of her panty’s cloth, her sweaty cold ass cheeks and the wondrous wind they produced. She bounced over again and again and kept blowing out massive farts to the dead face. “Come on, get up! I order you. Get up for my farts!”
We watched as she kept on making her vain attempts to revive the dead slave. Soon, she sat back on the commode, tired and breathing hard. “Hmm,” she looked confused as she thoughtfully placed her head in her hand. “How can that not work? How is that even possible? My farts cost millions each. Weird.” Her head dropped back and she let out one more blow of rotten wind on the luckiest cadaver in the universe. Suddenly, the dead slave’s hand formed into a fist and his hand began to rise. She had done the impossible- her farts had brought him back to life!
Priya stood up and showed the slave, awake and alive to all of us. “There you go!” I began to clap my hands in disbelief, soon followed heartily by all the other slaves in the toilet. No amount of applause was apt, considering the miracle she’d just performed.
“Huh, hello??” The slave looked around to Priya and all of us slaves. “Where am I? What happened?”
“I brought you back from the dead using the magical power of my farts.” Priya said.
“What? How?”
“Just shut up and put your head on the commode,” Priya ordered, tapping her feet on the commode cover again. The slave shrugged and put his head next to her feet. “The purpose of your life was served today. It’s time for you to go.” Priya crushed into his nose and mouth under her feet the same way she did the last time. “I’m not bringing you back this time.”
Priya scouted around the park of her college campus for a place to sit- it was a free hour since one of the professors was on leave. In the search she’d almost crossed the length of the park and hadn’t found a single empty bench, so she approached one of the last benches. A younger student was on it, sulking away with his head sinking into his hands and his bent elbows crushing into his lap, his eyes peering at the lush, green grass. Priya sat on the other end of the bench and set down her bag in the middle of the bench. She unzipped her bag and pulled out her notebook when the freshman noticed her and turned into a bigger nervous wreck. “Please, don’t. I will complain to the department head.”
Priya smiled back at him. “You’re going to complain about me sitting next to you on the park bench?”
“No,” the junior swallowed. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that most seniors I’ve met keep ragging me and I hate being treated like that.”
“Of course, I can understand.” Priya closed her notebook and put it back into her bag. “By the way, I’m Priya.”
“I’m Yadav.”
“So Yadav, what would you be doing out here in the park at eleven thirty? Don’t you have a class to attend?” Priya asked.
“Hmm yeah. Professor Gupta’s class is going on right now.” Yadav said.
“And…?”
“I didn’t complete my homework assignment. I don’t know what that man will do to me if I set foot in that class.”
“So you’re going to just skip it?” Priya asked. “You’re just going to run away from your problems?”
Yadav pushed his hands back into his hands. “I don’t know, Priya. That man is scary, real scary.”
“He’s going to catch you the next class anyway, for not submitting the assignment on time. Plus, you’ve lost one class attendance. None of that makes any sense to me.” Priya said.
“I know what I’m going to do. I’ll finish it at home today and slip it into his locker tomorrow…”
“That might work.” Priya said.
“You think so?”
“I don’t care. I’m really starting to hate you now. First, you didn’t submit the assignment on time. Now, you are sitting here in the park bench, still not doing your homework. You run away from your problems and when forced to solve them, you do so by cheating your way through.” Priya shook her head. “That just doesn’t sound like a good person to me.”
Yadav bowed down, sulking even more than before. “I’m horrible. Hopeless.”
“Yes.” Priya said, sitting back in her place.
“I suppose these things never happen to you?” Yadav ventured.
“You mean, being late and not doing homework?” Priya asked. “It did happen once in school and I got punished for that. I’ve never done it since.”
“Yeah. Besides, it should be very easy for you to get out of trouble.” Yadav stated.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, you know…” Yadav raised his hands and pointed them to her body. “You are like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life. By a long way.”
“So what?”
“The professors would probably excuse you very easily.”
“You’re disgusting.” Priya said. “Get off this bench. Stand over here.” She pointed to a spot in front of her.
“Are you trying to rag me?” Yadav asked, getting up from his place and moving towards the spot.
“Not exactly.” Priya said.
“Because if you are, I’m going to tell on you.”
“Oh right. That’s another one of your problem solving skills. Telling on people. You either run away, cheat or steal or tell on people. That’s why you’re such a slave.”
“A slave?”
“Yes. A slave. A sissy. Someone who’s completely incapable of dealing with people or your own problems.” Priya said. “Get down on your knees, now!” Yadav obeyed, bending down on his knees and plopping to the floor in one depressed, defeated heap. “Now, why did you obey that?”
Yadav looked up to her. “I accept everything you just said. I’m a bad person and a sissy. If there’s any chance of fixing that, I need to do as you say. You seem to know what’s good for me.”
“I sure do.” Priya said, holding her head high. “How do you feel, sitting down there?”
“Like something is finally going right in my life.” Yadav said. “Like the light at the end of a tunnel. I feel some hope.”
“Exactly. Now, I want to know whether you’re feeling inferior.”
“To you?”
“Yes.”
“Of course I’m feeling inferior.” Yadav said. “You’re beautiful and brilliant. I’m sure you’re a topper in this college.”
“I am.” Priya said. “I want you to join your hands and close your eyes like you’re about to pray to God.” Yadav instantly did as he was told, getting himself into a prayer position. “Now worship me!”
Yadav raised his head while keeping his eyes closed. “Goddess, I pray to your divine grace and ask you to show me the right path in life.”
Priya raised her booted feet and slowly brought it over to the praying freshman’s face, momentarily bringing him out of his prayer.
She wiped off some of the wet mud on the man’s face as he tried to sit still and worship her dirty leather boots. “And I bless you for the path you’re about to embark upon.”
“What path would that be, my Goddess?”
“A path of servitude and slavery, starting from now and on till your last breath.” Priya smiled.
“But I joined this college to become a Doctor.”
“You’d make a pathetic doctor even if you study really well, because you run away from your problems,” Priya said. “Trust me, I know what’s right for you. What you need is to be rescued from your own miserable life.” She brought her other foot onto his face and wiped off her dust on his face.
Yadav folded his hands together and cried. “I do. Thank you, my Goddess.”
“Now hand me your cellphone.” Priya said, stretching out her hand. She was looking at the gadget he had strapped on to his belt. “That’s an iPhone, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Yadav said, pulling it out and placing it in her hands, then resuming his grasp of her feet and licking some dirt off her boot soles.
“You have a picture of the Lord, right here as your wallpaper,” Priya said, pointing to the phone’s display.
“I do. Is something wrong with that, Goddess?” Yadav asked.
“Yes. Dangerously wrong.” Priya said. “I want you to erase it right now, in front of me.”
Yadav took his phone and browsed to the folder containing the picture. “But this is my family’s God.”
“Erase it, now!” Priya ordered.
“Alright, here you go.” Yadav hit the delete button and went back to the blank wallpaper.
“Now, I want you to turn on the camera and take a picture of my boot. Just the very bottom of my boots, nothing else.” Priya said, dropping her legs to the floor. Yadav opened the camera lens and pointed them to the bottom of her boots, then clicked and saved the picture. He reported the camera over to her. “That’s right. For the rest of today, I want you to worship that photo as your God.”
“I will, my Goddess. Thank you.” Yadav touched the photo and then his forehead. He closed his eyes and felt himself drown in the spiritual energy of her blessing.
“You’re going to worship that photo till the end of this day.” Priya said. “At the end of the day, you’ll meet me in the parking lot. Look for a red Mitsubishi Lancer sports car, that’s my car.”
“Red sports car.” Yadav tried to memorize.
“I will take you home and make you my slave for the rest of your life. Is that understood?” Priya picked up her bag and got up.
“I will do all that, Priya. Thank you.” Yadav said.
“Good. I’ll see you in the evening then,” Priya said, walking off to her next class.
Priya walked into her toilet, with a wad of chewing gum in her mouth. Shesawme and the rest of her eight slaves waiting around the commode. We immediately bowed down and touched our foreheads to the floor. Priya stepped inside and bolted the door behind her. “I want all of you to keep your faces flat on the ground, so I can trample you.” We obeyed, turning all our heads sideways so that Priya could step on our faces. Priya walked over to the first slave sitting in one of the corners. She placed her feet on his cheek and leaned over with her full body weight crushing on his skull. She then trampled the next slave with her other foot. This turned into a slow, hurtful walk as she made us bear her unforgiving feet on our faces.
“I’m going to play a game of musical feet. It’s like musical chair, except there’s no music or chairs.” She laughed. “In this game, I’m going to keep on trampling over you losers. Whenever I feel like it, I’m going to jump on one of you and dig into your skin with my beautiful toenails. That slave will be declared winner, and will be the only one here who gets to eat lunch today.”
Priya was chewing a wad of gum as she stated the rules and went on trampling us beneath her feet. She stepped on my face with her heel on my head and her feet across my cheek. But she simply crushed me down and jumped over to the other slaves. All my hopes of ever winning this random contest sunk down her commode like a turd of her shit. She continued hopping over her slaves’ faces and suddenly climbed over her commode. Shaking her feet and stretching out her long, hard toenails, she pounced on my neck and injected her dirty toenail into my neck. She applied her whole body weight and crushed the toenail further into my neck. The floor before me filled up with oozing blood from my neck.
Priya stepped off my neck and caught me in a tight strangle, bringing me up to kneel before her. “You won!” She smiled. I joined my hands together and prayed to her. Still dizzied by the loss of blood, I struggled to kneel down before the Goddess.
“Guess what your prize is?” She laughed. “You’re going to swallow the chewing gum that’s in my mouth now.” I looked up to her as she chewed her gum and hawked up a lot of saliva in her mouth. I opened my mouth wide to accept the gift. She spat out her chewing gum followed by lots of saliva, right into my mouth. “That’s your lunch. Swallow it properly,” she laughed. I swallowed the Mistress’s spit and her tasteless wad of chewing gum.
I chewed for a few seconds before swallowing the un-swallowable. I then raised my head and showed her that I had indeed swallowed her chewing gum. She threw me back to my corner and walked out of the toilet.
“It’s time for an experiment,” Priya said as she walked in to her toilet. She scanned around the little room, looking at me and seven other slaves kneeling down around her commode waiting for her instructions. Dressed in her blue buttoned shirt, with no pant or skirt covering her red panties and her long, smooth legs, she caused eight instant erections as she stood there in her big black leather boots. “Eight slaves. This room is getting a bit too crowded for me. I am going to pick a test subject now. You slaves better be ready to die for me.” Priya smiled while she continued evaluating us with her glances. She eyed the slave next to me and strangled his neck with her hand. “Congratulations! You’re my experimental pig for today.” She choked him and pulled him out right in front of her. The rest of us moved away, making room for the experiment she was about to conduct on him.
Priya released the chosen slave’s neck and threw him towards the wall of her toilet. She stepped back and leaned her body against the opposite wall. “Look at you. Such a pathetic, inferior being.” The slave joined his hands together and nodded. “And look at me. I’m so much better than you in every way. There should be laws against losers like you even getting to look at winners like me. Don’t you think so?”
“Certainly, Mistress.” The slave bowed down, but continued to stare at her shoes.
“Anyway, I came up with a theory today. I feel that when a charismatic winner like me beats up a loser like you, I’m giving you the greatest joy and privilege of your life. You shouldn’t even feel any pain. That means that I should be able to beat you up as much as I want.” Priya smiled. “And nothing would happen to you.”
“P…Please Mistress,” the slave muttered.
“In today’s experiment, I’m going to give you some hard kicks to your midsection. Once in a while, I’ll allow you to sniff my ass. We’ll see what happens. I feel you would be able to accept fifty kicks from me.” Priya theorized. The slave bowed down, shivering with nervousness. I settled back at the corner of the toilet to watch the experiment, thanking my stars that she hadn’t picked me for this one.
Priya caught the slave’s neck again and pulled him up. She took a step back and lifted her leg backwards. The booted leg paused in the air, behind Priya’s body, for a short moment before swinging forward and landing with a loud WHAP on the slave’s penis. He bowed down from the impact and tried to nurse the pain with his hands. Priya turned around and stepped back towards the slave. “Come on. Look at my beautiful ass. Smell these awesome panties now.” The slave was in tears from the pain, but still sat up to sniff the Mistress’s panty. Priya allowed him to enjoy her butt for a couple of seconds before she stepped away, turned around and landed another massive blow to the slave’s midsection. She then strangled him, disallowing him from bending down while she swung her legs for another hard kick. The slave began to scream from the pain. Priya slapped his face hard. “Shut the fuck up.”
Priya kicked the slave again, then again. She noticed the slave’s body weakening; he had little resistance to offer. “You get to sniff my ass again. Come on.” Priya turned around and displayed her gorgeous behind. The slave sat up with the last bit of energy he had left and landed a wet kiss to the bottom of Priya’s panties. She stepped away and kicked off his face. “Who said you were allowed to kiss it? I only gave you permission to sniff it, you bastard.” In a fit of anger, she strangled the slave and landed four massive kicks from her boots to his penis. The slave’s head dropped in her hands. She let go, the slave fell down to Priya’s boots.
“Get up, slave.” She kicked his face. There was no reaction. She turned towards me and ordered. “You, there! Check his pulse.”
I went forward and checked the slave’s hands. I kept my fingers across his wrist for over sixty seconds, but there wasn’t any sign of pulse. “He’s dead Priya,” I reported.
“Oh.” She nodded. “I want four of you to throw his body into the gutter,” she said pointing randomly at four of us. “My theory is still right. He just wasn’t a very good test subject.” Priya mumbled as she walked out of her toilet.
Priya leaned against the left side wall of her rest-room and smiled. I was kneeling against the opposite wall of her toilet, looking up to the Goddess beside six other slaves, her recent captures. Her smile caused me to stir and fidget in place- it wasn’t that something was wrong with her smile, a perfect wide grin from a moderately happy girl. It was just an extremely unfamiliar situation, her being in a good enough mood to smile at her slaves. Muffled sounds of laughter emanated from within my throat, with no provocation on my part.
“Do all of you know why you are here?” Priya asked us.
She still had the smile, which meant that we didn’t need to ask her permission to speak. I ventured forth. “We are here to serve you in every possible way, Priya.”
“That’s precisely what I did not want to hear.” Priya said. Her mood seemed to be waning. “Each and every one of you is here for your own reasons, out of pure and simple selfishness. I know that, I accept that and you all know it too. With that in mind, I want you to answer that question again. Why are you all here?”
“Priya, we’re madly in love with you,” the slave beside me said. She acknowledged his direction with a nod. “So we want to be around you as much as possible…”
“No.” I interjected. “We feel inadequate and inferior when we look at your beautiful body. So, while someone more confident and egotistic would want to have sex with you, we gratify our lust by cleaning your feet and being locked up in this toilet.”
“Exactly!” Priya said. “To a lot of men, including the three of you- proving my superiority and your own inferiority is the equivalent of sex. It gives you a high when I make you feel small, when I punish you and lock you up in tiny boxes.”
“That’s true, my Goddess.” The third slave said. “We thank you for locking us in here all these days.”
“Oh, you’re most welcome!” Priya said. She still had a big smile on her face, it was hard to see where she was going with this discussion. “Now, let’s say I kill one of you right here. How would that be for good sex?” Her eyes were bright and wide open, it wasn’t a rhetoric.
“It would be the ultimate indication of our insignificance compared to your greatness, Priya.” I said. “It’s all we want from our lives, to die for you.”
“Yes, that’s a good answer.” Priya pointed at me. “Which means,” she looked up in her thought, “that by killing you, I’m giving you exactly what you want.” The three of us eagerly nodded together. “I would be fulfilling your very ambition in life by killing you like a worthless cockroach.”
“Yes, my dear Goddess.” I said.
“I want to hear all of you say it together, loud!” Priya said.
“Yes-my-Goddess!” the three of us screamed together for her pleasure.
“That’s good,” Priya said. “I just wanted to make myself feel better about killing off so many of my slaves.” She then rested one foot on her commode and pointed to the back of her knee. “Today, I want to keep somebody’s face over here see how long it takes to choke them to death.” We gulped as we looked at her perfect long legs, the beautiful curves and the joint at the back of her knee where one of us would be murdered. “Who wants to die over here today?” she asked, keeping her hands close to the spot of death.
I raised my hands in all eagerness, felt my cheeks shivering and my breath longing to be the chosen one. But the other two slaves raised their hands as well, equally if not even more eager to be part of the fatal experiment. Priya pointed her finger at me. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” her fingers began dancing between the three of us. My heart leapt with joy each time her finger pointed at me and sunk low each time she pointed away. A few lengthy seconds later, her finger pointed away with the word. “meeny”, then pointed right at me, “miny,” and then landed at the slave next to me, “moe.” He raised his hands in victory while I bowed down and hit my head to the floor, shaking in despair.
“Come here, sit between my legs,” Priya said, showing him a spot between her feet. Those very words caused an erection in me, “between my legs.” He moved forward and sat down cross-legged, facing us with his head held high. Priya moved her leg over his shoulder and planted her feet on his lap. “Do you have any last wishes?” she laughed.
“Not at all, my supreme Goddess. I’m about to get my life choked out of me between your thigh and calf muscles. What more could a man want from life?”
“That’s true,” Priya said. “Bye bye, then.” She pushed his head into her leg joint and forced her leg upwards, trapping him in a cloud of her mesmerizing flesh- her beautifully toned leg muscles were worth killing for and worth dying for. In an instinctive moment, his hands went up in defense, but went back down as he remembered his job- he wasn’t supposed to resist her.He was to die for her on the spot. A calm smile came over his face as Priya pulled her leg up and caught her foot using her other hand, capturing the slave’s neck into the fatal leg scissor. She brought up his face and saw him still breathing and smiling. With a mighty pull, she constricted the slave’s throat. His eyes burst into tears and much of his face began to turn bright red from the suffocation. It was clear that he was suffering from the pressure- his eyes began to open up wide as if they could inhale the air he needed in lieu of his nose, whose passageway was blocked with pressure from immeasurably gorgeous, deadly thighs.
Priya screamed a bit as she let the foot go for a moment only to pull it up much harder the next. The slave’s limbs began to shiver under the beautiful deathly choke, but he did not resist, he did not cave for her mercy. With a few last shivers, he suddenly became still, infinitely still. Priya let her leg back on the ground; the scissor had done its job. We could see his face as his lifeless body plopped to the floor- an ugly blue color had spread over much of it from the absence of its blood supply.
Priya placed her hands on her hips. The two of us could see her smile resuming as we sat back up and prayed to her with our hands folded. “Next!” she screamed with her eyes closed. I leapt forward and kissed her lower leg, only to get a nasty kick to my nose. “I was just kidding, losers!” she said. Before I could look up, she had bolted the door and left the toilet.
The Fart Gas Cylinder Experiment
Priya opened up her toilet door and brought a gas mask and a heavy transparent cylinder into her toilet. “It’s time for my gas mask experiment!” she announced to four of her slaves, of whom I was one. We had been waiting in there for many days at a stretch, without food, water or light, but looking at the beautiful Mistress still ignited our hearts with passion and longing. It was like being in the divine presence of God, watching her in her sexy red mini-skirt and her sleeveless blue shirt was blessing enough to allow men such as ourselves to survive any level of brutality, any level of denial of basic necessities. I joined my hands and silently kissed the ground she walked on.
Priya placed the cylinder on top of her commode and fiddled with the gas mask in her hand- it was a solid, air-tight mask. “I got this cylinder from the lab in my college. It’s an oxygen gas cylinder and a mask. Do you slaves know what this equipment is used for?” The four of us nodded. “Well, I put a little twist into the concept. Instead of oxygen, I filled up this cylinder with some of my shit. So anyone who wears this gas mask would only be able to breathe the smell of my shit,” she said, holding up the mask in her hand. “Who wants to wear this mask first?”
I instantly raised my hand and shook it in the air with all the eagerness I had left in me. A few days back, she’d locked my head inside an air tight wooden container and shitted on my face. She left me in that position for more than forty-eight hours and I’d survived that- the smell of her shit produced more vitality than oxygen ever could, at least for me. And even if my venture into this experiment failed, I was but fully willing to die for her since the day I saw her, even if the only purpose of my death was to satisfy her random curiosities. I looked around the room to see the other slaves raising their hands with equal gusto.
Priya raised her finger and looked around, evaluating which one of us she would most like to see gone. “I really hate you, I don’t remember why,” she said to the slave on the back corner of the room. “I’m choosing you for this experiment, come and kiss my feet good-bye,” Priya ordered. The slave folded his hands together and bent down to kiss her feet. “I wonder, why is everyone so eager to take part in this one? What do you expect is going to happen?”
“I just wish to smell your shit, my supreme Princess,” the slave said.
“Oh, you bloody losers. My shit smells as atrocious as anybody else’s,” Priya said.
“That may be, but the way we see it, they came out from your divine belly and through your magnificent buttocks- smelling your shit is a once in a lifetime religious experience and the best way for a man to die,” the slave said, kissing the girl’s toes. I felt my gut burn- he was not only in the experiment but was also giving her all the right answers.
Priya snapped her fingers- it was time. The slave knelt down before her, his head held high as he offered his life. She placed the mask on his face and used the rubber strap to make sure that it was completely air-tight. She then turned open the gas cylinder- allowing foul, brown air to flow through the pipe and slowly fill up his air tracts with the smell of Priya’s shit. The slave closed his eyes and bowed down, accepting his fate in her hands. Moments later, his body began to wiggle, his eyes turned red and his jaws began to tremble. He tried his best to stay still and look up to the girl one last time, but the smell was just overwhelming- he dropped to the Goddess’s feet, his life gassed out of him. The best death a man could hope to die.
“Hmm.” Priya looked at her watch, feeling no guilt whatsoever – all she did was grant him his life’s wish, and she’d done many such things before. “Oh, no. I forgot to count the number of seconds it takes for somebody to die from my shit smell,” she said. “What will I do? Hmm…” she looked around and her eyes fixed on me. “Hey you, come here!” she called out. I went forward and kissed her toe, my heart pounding so hard that I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. My whole life flashed before my eyes, especially the part where I qualified as her butt slave. This was the best ending one could hope for, but the fear was too much to bear.
The dreaded fingers snapped again. I looked up and offered myself for her experiment. She placed the stinking gas mask on my face and strapped the rubber tight. I closed my eyes and savored the smell- the bitter, pungent smell of her undigested food and inhaled the gas as deep as I could, letting the gas bless every fiber of my existence. She opened up the gas cylinder, allowing an overwhelming amount of gas into my lungs. All I could do was pray and cherish the smell that I lived for and was about to die for. And then I looked up her mini-skirt, those perfect long legs and the butt- I imagined myself right there, being used as her butt wipe and that this smell was coming from right in front of me, through her butt crack. A sizzle went up from my gut and pounded my heart with that extra energy it needed to survive, for somehow, more than a minute had passed since she let go of the gas cylinder and I was still alive, breathing even deeper and harder than normal. She shook her head as she watched the cylinder empty into my nose and mouth- the experiment had, indeed, failed on me. I guess the other slave wasn’t born to be a slave of Priya’s butt, only I was. She took out the gas mask and gave me a hard right hand slap, bringing me to her feet. “You’re the worst cockroach I’ve ever enslaved. Enjoy these few days, I’ll soon put you through something even you can’t survive,” she said.
I kissed the dust off her toe. “That isn’t even possible, my Mistress,” I wished to say.
I sat on the bathroom floor and opened up the lid of an extremely large metal container, per Priya’s orders. With a mighty heave, I was able to flip open the lid of the container to reveal the contents of the box- it was full of ice cubes. Lots and lots of solid little ice cubes, strewn randomly to fill up every miniscule corner of the container. The box itself was large enough to fit a grown man like me, so the sight of the ice cubes simultaneously created different kinds of shivers in my spine- one from the sub-zero temperature and one from the fear of whatever experiment Priya was going to use me for.
I looked over at Slave 41. Priya stood over him as he struggled to open up the lid of another metal container, exactly similar to mine. The contents were same, too. “Guess what experiment I’m going to do on you guys today,” Priya asked, walking around the large metallic boxes in her bathroom. She was dressed in her white night-gown, the bottom of which reached as far as her upper thigh and as she walked around, her silky red panties came into view for a few flashing moments.
“Oh, wait. I forgot, neither one of you guys has the right to talk.” Priya laughed. She came closer to Slave 41 and caught his hair. “You’re the one who tried to ask me out that day, right?” The slave swallowed hard and nodded. “Well, I hate you. So today is your last day, you’re surely going to die in this experiment.” Priya said. She bent over and spat on his face. “Pthoo. Enjoy that before you burn in hell.”
She walked over to me and caught my hair. “You’ve been my slave the longest. Don’t assume that I like you or anything, but if my experiment goes well, you’ll stay alive.” She released my hair and walked over to the other side of the containers. “In today’s experiment, I’m going to prove how insanely hot I am. Both of you are going to strip for me and enter into these ice filled containers, fully nude.” She pointed to the other slave. “I’m going to blindfold you before you enter, so you’re going to freeze yourself to death.” Priya pointed at me. “You’ll enter into the freezing box naked, just like him but you’ll get to see my gorgeous body in ways you’ve only dreamed of. I’ll produce so much heat in you, the ice will melt away and you’ll continue to live, while he dies.”
I wanted to thank the Mistress for her gesture, at least in theory, but entering nude into a box full of frozen ice would kill me instantly- I feared the very premise of her experiment as I stared at the chilling ice cubes. “Take off all your clothes!” Priya ordered, breaking the fearful chain of thought. I took off my t-shirt and my shorts along with my underwear and held the edges of the ice box- it proved to be too cold to even touch. I looked at the other slave for reassurance, but he couldn’t even get his fingers close to the edges of the box.
Priya walked over to him with a long black kerchief, placed it over his eyes and tied the ends into a strong blindfold. She turned him around and pushed him into the box. The slave twitched his body and screamed out very loud as his body made contact with the frozen ice. She jumped over to his side and closed his mouth with her hands. “Give me your underwear,” Priya said. “I don’t want to give him the pleasure of smelling my underwear, so I need yours. Pass them quick, slave!” I picked up my underpants and held them out for her. She looked at me with a disgusted expression. “You think I’m going to touch your undies? What’s wrong with you? Come and put it over this loser’s mouth,” she said, crushing his head down into the ice. I stuffed the blindfolded slave’s mouth with my underpants and watched him struggle in the icebox. There was no place for him to move, but he kept moving his body like a maniac, perhaps to produce some warmth just from the movement. Much of his skin instantly began to turn blue, and his bones seemed to crack from the hurtful landings and the unforgiving temperature. It was a horrifying sight- he looked like he would freeze to death right there, that very minute.
Priya then caught me and pushed me over the other box. I held on to the edges for dear life. She stepped away and slowly took off her red panties and handed them to me. “Enjoy,” she whispered. My stomach began to bubble up with inexplicable warmth, and my penis stood straight to salute the Goddess. I held the bottom of her panties up to my nose and sniffed them like it was the final breath I would be allowed for life. The ice began to look less intimidating, my heart beat with new levels of passion and gusto for I had reached the peak moment of life- taking the girl’s panties up to my nose and sniffing them; she had taken them off right before my eyes. I pictured the scene of her pushing down her panties down her knees, her legs and out below her feet over and over as I walked into the frozen hellbox.
The ice was far too cold to set foot in, I pranced around looking for a way to get out but Priya pushed me inside. She had a smile on her face, not of cruelty but precise knowledge of what she was doing. My skull hit the solid ice and felt like it was about to break into pieces. I shivered and twitched in the ice before the horrifying realization hit me- I’d lost her panties in the ice. She walked over and watched me struggle for life. Amidst the life-threatening shivers and twists, I kept my eyes focused on her. She smiled down at me, then caught the shoulder area of her night gown and pulled them off over her head, revealing her gorgeous upper body and her red bra. I felt some of the ice move around near my midsection- this erection was too huge for me to even believe. Some of the ice cracked under that area, from the heat surge she was causing.
Within seconds, my body began to twitch again. Priya caught her breasts in her hands and unhooked the bra. She slowly slid the straps off her shoulders and took them off, to place them on my face. I smiled and closed my eyes; my body seemed to be sinking into the ice cubes. She then walked closer and used the box edges for support to lower her buttocks a few inches from my face. I went forward to offer support. For a few moments all I could see were her fleshy round butt cheeks and the black crack in between as she shook them before my eyes and sat over my face. My body just stopped moving- this was the biggest erection ever. Some of the ice began melting right before me, even as I respired under the Goddess’s ass. But the ice still wasn’t fully melted.
Priya stood up and went to the upper edge near my head and sat on the bathroom floor. She then caught her naked breasts and moved forward, dropping them over my face. My hands felt alive, so I brought them up to catch her breasts in my hands. She allowed that, letting my hand slide under hers and moved them all over their soft, smooth surface and over her nipples. My mouth went up to kiss her cleavage and the rest of her breasts were smoothing my face. I kissed long and hard. Before long, the water didn’t even feel cold- it was probably even higher than room temperature.
Priya watched the other container and stood up, ending the best possible moments of my life, of anyone’s life. She laughed and pointed at the other box, still replete with ice cubes and the dead body of the slave she hated. “Look at that!” She said with pride. “That box is still at sub-zero temperature, while this one’s full of bubbling hot water! It’s a good thing I’ve never been to Antarctica. Damn, I’d melt down that continent in less than ten minutes!” Her lips moved, but my eyes were fixated on her naked breasts for the few moments before she wore back her gown.
Priya walked into her toilet and bolted the door shut. She looked down to me and three other slaves kneeling down around her toilet, with a hint of a smile on her face. She leaned back against the door and made her announcement. “Today, one of you is going to win the ultimate reward of being my slave. You all know what I’m talking about.”
I leapt forth and kissed the ground before her feet. She raised one leg high in the air and brought it down on my neck with full force, nearly breaking the bridge between my neck and skull. “I grant you permission to speak.”
“My Goddess,” I said, recovering a bit from her nasty stomp. “The highest privilege we can have as your slaves would be the opportunity to eat your shit.”
“Exactly.”She turned around and stretched back her beautiful ass and pointed her finger to the bottom of her panties. “One of you is going to eat my shit.” She turned and twisted her buttocks, making them dance in a slow, sensual motion.
“But that’s not even the best part. The one who wins today’s contest is going to get human toilet training from me, which means I would coach one of you on how to eat my shit as it comes out, not from my commode.” She continued to shake her luscious ass cheeks, looking back to check the size of the erections she was causing. “That way, one of you would become my portable human toilet. I can take you anywhere and poop into your mouth.”
The three of us gazed at her, with our eager hearts waiting to hear how we could win such a high privilege in our lives.
“This is my most coveted contest, the opportunity of a lifetime. Imagine spending the rest of your life as my portable human toilet.” She smiled and watched the four cocks in the room thoroughly stiff and erect.
My mind began to dream of the best case scenario right away. Becoming her human toilet was everything I ever dreamed of. My mind drifted into a dream of her snapping her fingers while she was studying her textbooks, and making me eat her shit right there in her room with my head trapped under her chair.
“You all want to know how to win this contest?” Priya laughed, watching the four hypnotized heads nodding to her words. “Well, the slave who gets to spend his life under my bum would have to know it pretty well. So I’m going to give the four of you a test. You’re all going to smell my ass and guess what I had for dinner yesterday. Let’s see who gets this right.”
She then caught me and one other slave. “I’ll take two of you at a time.” She went back to the door and stretched back her buttocks. “You both will smell my butt and guess what I had for dinner.” She faced the other way, allowing us to grab her thighs and feel her shiny, soft ass cheeks with our noses. “Here it comes,” she said. We both went for the bottom center of her panties. There was a loud fart. The burst of rotten wind blew out of her ass and overwhelmed us for a few moments. Despite the blinding fumes, I was able to recognize the smell of her undigested gas.
She turned around and strangled us. “Guess what I had for dinner?”
I joined my hands and prayed as I looked up to her. “A spicy fish curry?” I asked.
The other slave asked, “Chilly chicken?”
“Now let’s give the other two boys a chance.” Priya threw us back into our places and signaled the other two slaves to sniff her butt. She twisted her ass cheeks on their noses before announcing, “Here it comes”. The two slaves closed their eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the Goddess’s fart as it burst over their faces.
She asked them both to guess what she had for dinner. One guessed lemon-chicken and the other went with potato curry. Priya stood over the four of us and smiled.
“The good news is that one of you actually got it right.” Her hand suddenly descended on to my neck. She caught me and pulled me closer to her body. “It’s you. You got it right,” she said. “You’ve won the ultimate prize.”
I kissed her smooth upper thigh area and then placed my forehead at her feet.
She looked at her other slaves. “If this guy does well in my training, I might never come back to this toilet. You’ll all starve to death waiting for me.” The three men bowed their heads down in shame. “What’s worse is, I’m going to make you watch this training.” She kicked my head. “Get up.” I sat up. She turned around and displayed her magnificent behind for all of us to lust after. “Take off my panties now, using your mouth.” I caught her panty cloth, a silky nylon fabric with my mouth and tugged them down, revealing her gorgeous butt cheeks fully.
She pointed to the bottom of her ass. “Kiss me, there.” I sat up and kissed the spot fully, covering it with my lips. “Enjoy the drink, but swallow it as quickly as you can,” she instructed. I maintained the air tight kiss as she let out a stream of hot pee. Glug, glug. I gulped rapidly, almost running out of breath before she was done.
A few moments later, she pointed to her butt again. I sat up and landed a full kiss with my lips. She looked back down to check that I was in the right position. “I’m going to poop now. Follow the same basic principles. Don’t try to chew, just swallow rapidly. And remember that your primary job is to keep my ass clean, so keep on kissing around the spot.” I grabbed her thighs and braced myself for the job. She let out a little fart, which I absorbed fully in the confines of my lips. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lingering odor in my mouth, realizing that in just a few moments, this would get even better. I kissed her even harder. Long, smelly turds of shit began to flow into my mouth and I had to swallow them fully. The taste and flavor was almost overwhelming but I stuck to the instructions. “Just let them go down the throat, do not taste or smell them. “I gulped down a few dozen turds as quickly as they came out of her butt after whichI kissed the bottom of her ass clean and dropped to her feet, almost suffocated. Those moments made my life meaningful, worth living. I smiled at the other slaves, their heads red-hot from jealousy. My vision went blur, I was feeling a high from the Mistress’s shit in my mouth. She smiled and placed her feet on my face playfully.I held my head high, proud as hell for my new title in life, Priya’s portable human toilet.
Priya’s Portable Human Toilet 2
“Come over here, I might have a very tough job for you.” Priya said, stretching out her legs. She was dressed in her homely nightie, a one piece gown that revealed a lot of skin. I moved closer to her couch, picked up her legs and placed them on my shoulders. “I don’t know for sure yet, but you need to be ready. You may or may not get any work, but I surely need you to be right here.”
I bowed down and touched my forehead to the floor. She stomped my head and said, “I grant you permission to speak.”
“May I ask what kind of job this is, Priya?” I asked, sitting back on my knees and massaging her legs.
“Oh, it’s really weird. I didn’t have the mood to cook lunch today so I ordered a pizza.” Priya said.
“Why is that weird?” I asked.
“It’s been almost four years since I had a pizza. The last time I had one, it caused so many stomach problems. I had to take two days off from school and just sit in my bed and weep.” Priya said. “I think with all the exercise and activity I get these days, my body should be able to handle it this time.”
“Of course you can handle it.”
“I doubt that very much.” Priya said. “That kind of food is such an abomination, it’s almost impossible for any human body to digest so much cheese and wheat. Now, you like pizza, don’t you?”
“I love it.” I said. My mouth began to water from the thought of letting one of those spicy tomato-cheese slices of heaven into my mouth. “I can’t believe you haven’t had one in four years!”
“Why? How often would you have pizzas before you became my slave?” Priya asked.
“Almost every weekend. I would play video games all day and eat a medium pizza by myself,” I said.
“Fuck! One medium pizza? That’s meant for three people, right?” Priya asked.
“Yeah.” I looked down, ashamed. “I had so many bad habits.”
“Obviously! It’s good that I took you in when I did.” Priya said. “You were poisoning yourself with those things.” I nodded in agreement. “So it’s like standard food for people who don’t have weekend plans, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes a bunch of us would gather at a friend’s place and order lots of pizza. That was a plan by itself.” I said.
“Hmm. Somehow I never did that. I had to cancel all my plans this week. I have a huge assignment that my professor needs done by Monday, so I have to complete it right away.” Priya said. Just then, her doorbell rang. “Go bring it in for me.” She picked up her purse and handed me some cash. “And tell him to keep the change.”
I opened the door, took her order of pizza and cool drinks and paid the delivery man. It was a very small sized pizza with a topping of olives, capsicum and chillies. My stomach began to scream for it on sight, but I had lost the right to eat normal food since my enslavement. I placed the pizza box and drinks on her table, fetched a plate and a glass from the kitchen and served them to her.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going to sit when I’m eating?” Priya asked.
“At your feet, Priya.” I mumbled; it was the wrong answer and I knew it.
“No, you idiot. My stomach might explode from this so-called food.” Priya sat on her knees, with her feet together behind. “Go under my legs and place your head on my feet. I’m going to sit with my butt on your face.” This was the hottest moment of my life, ever. I pushed my head from under her legs and turned around to use her feet like a pillow. Her naked buttocks descended upon my face, eclipsing the world from me.
“You are going to have a wonderful time,” she said, “but if my stomach doesn’t accept this food, you’re going to have the toughest time keeping up.”
She ate her pizza very slowly, savoring each bite while crushing me between her legs and her buttocks. A couple of slices later, she felt her stomach with her hand. “That wasn’t as bad as I expected.” She soon gorged a few more slices and sipped up her drinks. Soon, she was completely done with the minuscule meal of hers.
“I guess my body can digest these heavy things,” Priya mused, still sitting in the same position all over my face. She shook her buttocks left and right, teasing me and denying air. “This was not bad, but I’m going to keep you under my ass for a few more minutes, just in case.”
I replied with a thumbs-up. A few more minutes of smelling her heavenly ass, what man could say no to that?
“Oh no!” Priya cried. “Oooooohnooooo!” she grabbed her stomach and sat still. “I can feel the bloody thing right here. It’s horrible. Horrible. God, I could have just had some noodles instead of this. Ouch.” She was clearly in pain, which meant that I had a job to do.
I opened my mouth and kissed the bottom of her ass. Priya groaned and let out a loud, nasty stink bomb right into my mouth. It was tremendously stinky and a very very long burst of revenge from an upset stomach. She then settled down and let out a bigger series of bombs, along with gigantic brown turds that almost overwhelmed my mouth. I swallowed rapidly and absorbed every bit of stench I possibly could, preventing every least bit of dirty wind from getting out into the air that she breathed. I was a well-trained portable human toilet and this was the toughest job I ever had to do.
“Ahh!” she said, getting off my face and her couch. “That was the worst freakin’ nightmare! You know what? I do stupid things just like everyone else. I grant you the right to warn me in advance, if I’m about to do something like this.”
I bent forward to kiss her feet and accept my new right. My mind was, however, torn as I chewed the last few bits of her poop in my mouth.
Priya’s Portable Human Toilet 3
Priya walked in to her mansion’s toilet with her head hung low and slowly shut the bolt behind her. I was present in her toilet, cleaning up her commode with my tongue like a slave should, along with two other slaves. We looked at each other, confused, when she walked in. None of us had ever seen her sad or depressed before, we didn’t think such a state even existed in a divine girl like her. I didn’t have the right to talk to her, but at that moment I thought, “Screw it.” I leapt for her feet and hugged her knees. “Priya, you seem to be in trouble. What’s the matter?”
“Oh, it’s a catastrophe.” Priya said. “I don’t even want to talk about it.”
“Rahul did something to you?” I asked.
“No, you idiot.” She raised her hand to hit me but she was much too weak to even pull that off. “The worst case scenario has happened now.”
“What would that be, dear Goddess?” one slave asked, reaching for her other leg.
“I’m sick!” Priya said, falling on the commode seat and burying her beautiful head in her hands. “I exercise. I eat smart. I do everything possible. Somehow, I still get sick. Grrrr.” she was thoroughly angry with herself.
“A fever or something?” I asked.
“Nope.” Priya said. “I think it’s an upset stomach.”
“Priya, we’re here to take care of you,” the third slave spoke. “Please don’t cry. We hate to see an icon like you crying.”
“Oh, alright!” Priya wiped off some tears from her eyes. “It’s just that I stank up my whole study room with one fart.” She shook her head. “My whole life, I’ve never had to smell my own fart, I’ve always had some slave or the other to absorb the smell for me. And today it comes out like an explosion in my stomach. I couldn’t even control it.”
My mouth began to water from the sad description. “We’ll help you through it, Priya.” I said.
“Yeah, thanks.” Priya stood up. She took down her panties and handed it to me. “Hey slave, check whether there’s any shit in that.”
I opened up the panties and looked at the bottom center- there wasn’t any visible stain. So I held it up to my nose to smell it- it certainly wasn’t her shit smell. “This is clean, Priya.”
“Good.” Priya said. “You see, I can’t even make out whether I’m about to fart or poop now so it’s a good thing you slaves are here. I want just one of you to offer me your face to sit on. That way, I can continue my studies while you have to eat my shit or absorb my fart smell as and when it comes out.”
“I will do it, Priya.” I raised my hands. But the other slaves raised their hands, too. “We’re ready for anything, Priya.”
“It looks like we’re in for a contest.” Priya said, turning around and showing us her naked buttocks. “I’m going to let my butt decide which one of you gets the job. Each of you will take turns kissing it until I fart on your face. The first slave who gets poop on his face, wins.”
We slaves nodded. This was the best contest, ever! Usually we’d have to compete for her farts but in this case we would be getting those to our faces even if we didn’t win.
She snapped her fingers. “Trial one.”
The slaves instantaneously decided that I should go first. “Each time I snap my fingers, you will present your face to my butt crack.” I grabbed her thighs and pushed my face into the beautiful darkness. She let out a gust of stinky wind to my face. The sound it made while coming out wasn’t the normal healthy version of her- it had a more bubbly, liquid feel to it. Once I had every drop of it on me, I crawled before her and showed her my face. “Failure.” she said. There was no liquid on my face but it surely felt like it.
I crawled to the back of the line, praying I would get another shot. She snapped her fingers and called upon the second slave. “Trial two.” He didn’t have any luck, either.
Priya went on for a dozen trials, delivering four beautiful heavy farts to each of our faces, but her stomach seemed particularly shy. She did one more eventless round with us and was about to give up. “One more round and that’s it.” She brought my face into her butt and began the round with a nasty, wet fart. My heart skipped a beat, for I felt her goo on my face. “Apparently, you’re the winner!” she said.
“Thank you, Priya.” I swallowed the poop and cleaned up my face.
“You have been my portable toilet before, haven’t you?”
“You have blessed me with the opportunity before, yes Priya.” I said.
“Good. Some kind of born shit-eater for me.” Priya walked out of the toilet. I followed her in all eagerness to her room.
“Your face, over there!” She pointed to the edge of her steel chair. I stuck my head through the backrest of the chair and looked up to the Goddess. “Open your mouth, you idiot. What are you waiting for, an invitation?” She growled.
“I’m so sorry, Priya.” I said, opening my mouth wide. She slowly placed herself on my face, allowing her explosive buttocks to spread over me and her butt-hole was right above my mouth. I kissed it with my lips, to seal them shut for the Goddess. She should not have to smell even a single molecule of her own fart.
“Get ready.” she said, before letting out an explosive fart to my mouth. “Fart or poo?” she asked. I raised my forefinger in answer. “Oh, how about this one?” she asked, letting a violent explosion of wind into my mouth. I raised two fingers this time as I swallowed some of her excrement. “Haha. Are you sure you can keep up with me?” I raised my thumbs up. “Oh, you think so? Let me see.” She tightened her stomach and let out a burst of material into my mouth. I closed my eyes and allowed them straight down my throat like a well-trained human toilet. But the explosions were so humongous that my mouth was soon filled to capacity. Priya got up and noticed that I was struggling. “If you don’t eat that in the next two seconds, I will fire you.” I opened up my throat as far as it would, and took the most massive single swallow ever. “Hmm, good shit-eater.”
She sat back on my face and sat cross-legged, angling herself to go deeper into my existence. “You know what? Shit is supposed to cause amoeba poisoning and stuff. But you are alive, even after being my shit-eater for five whole months.” Priya rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I guess that a loser you was created just to digest whatever a winner like me doesn’t digest.” She laughed, picked up her textbooks and began to study. She farted and pooped almost every moment of her study session. I was challenged to my upper limits as I accepted every drop of divinity that poured into my lucky mouth with closed eyes, joined hands and an open, willing mouth. I prayed for the Goddess to get well soon, but not too soon.
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