The Cuckold Couple

Srinath lied down on the floor with his arms and feet flat on the ground and the backside of his head touching Sharada’s. The slave girl was lying down in a similar position, facing the opposite direction from Srinath. Priya moved to Sharada’s side and smiled at her. “Prepare for me, I’m going to walk on your body.” The girl tightened every muscle in her body and held her breath.

Priya’s left foot went up and landed on her lower leg. Sharada closed her eyes and bore the pain, it was only the beginning. Priya’s right foot went all the way across to her thigh bone; her body weight almost splitting the bone in half. Tears streamed down her eyes as she supported the Mistress’s weight. The left foot then shifted up to the stomach and squeezed through her soft belly. “Have you exercised even once in your life? You’re in such horrible shape,” Priya commented. Her right foot stepped on the breast, and so did the left foot. “You call these things breasts? Yuck. What other organs are you missing in your body?” Priya asked. She made a small jump on the slave’s flat chest. Sharada let out a little cough. She opened her eyes to see the gigantic figure of Priya looking down to her and laughing. A darkness spread across her vision as Priya’s foot landed on her face. The smelly foot wiped across her cheeks and eyes, rubbing off dust all over. “Look at how low you are in your life,” Priya said, placing her dusty foot cheeks in front of the girl’s nose. The pressure increased momentarily, Priya’s feet crushed her nose in a hard stamp and her feet began to twist left and right, cutting the girl’s supply of air. “You are hardly good enough to wipe my feet on. When will you ever come up to the level of my buttocks?” Sharada attempted to open her mouth and breathe some air, but Priya’s foot came crushing down mercilessly, trapping her in a rotten vacuum under her foot.

Priya suffocated her slave for a few seconds before stepping the other foot on her face. Her full weight crushed the girl’s face, leave but a small gap between her feet for Sharada to breathe.

Rahul walked over to Srinath’s feet and began his walk by stepping on his knee. Srinath winced in pain, but kept his lips sealed, preventing himself from making even the slightest noise. Rahul’s feet then stepped onto his midsection, making him squirm under the pressure. The feet then moved to his chest and his face. Rahul’s feet covered his eyes and cheeks and some of his mouth.

Rahul grabbed Priya’s butt through her denim skirt and kissed her on the lips. The slaves could almost feel their skulls shrinking under the weight of their masters, who did not care enough to even look down. They just made out with each other and all the slaves got was some leftover drool on their faces.

Priya was the first to look down. “You know, we can’t keep them as our foot slaves forever. We have to give them a chance to become our butt slaves,” she said, raising and crushing one foot down on the live human twisting under her feet.

Rahul nodded. “I would like to see this guy qualifying to smooch my ass someday. But right now, we need to pack up our travel bags; we’re leaving to Goa today.”

Priya wiped off the dust in her feet on Sharada’s face. “So, our slaves need a promotion and we need to pack bags. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She leaned forward and touched her forehead with Rahul’s. He grinned as he looked into Priya’s eyes. “We’d better start, then.”

The couple stepped off their slaves’ faces and walked over to the couch. “Hey slaves, get your asses over here, quick,” Priya ordered. The slave couple sat up and crawled over to kneel before their Mistress and Master. “There are two travel bags in my bedroom attic. Go fetch them here like good doggies.” Priya said. Srinath and Sharada went into the bedroom and fetched the bags back to the living room to place them at their feet. “Now, we’re going to play a little game with you guys. If you play really well, you might get promoted as our butt slaves.”

Priya walked over to the corner of the room and picked up a large wooden stick. “In this game, the two of you are going to go into the rooms and look for things we might want to pack up for the trip. If you anticipate our needs correctly and bring useful stuff, you’ll get a chance to kiss us. Each useful item you bring would entitle you to kiss a higher part of our bodies. For example, the first useful item you bring would entitle you to kiss my feet, the second would qualify you for my ankle, third- my lower leg, fourth- my knee, and so on. If you keep getting it right, you’ll get to kiss my ass and become my butt slave.” She then threw the big stick from one hand and caught it in the other. “However, if you bring us something useless, you’ll get beaten with this stick and you’ll have to start all over again.”

She stood closer to the slaves and showed them the sinister stick- made from smooth, heavy wood it landed between her hands with threatening noise. “Trust me, you don’t want to get beaten up with this stick. It might kill you.” The slaves stared at the stick with fearful eyes, following every inch of its movement as the Mistress played with it. Before they knew it, she raised the stick and stepped closer. “Do you idiots want to get beaten up or what? What the hell are you waiting for? Start pack our bags now!”

Sharada went over to Priya’s cupboard and fetched her two pairs of bras and panties. “That’s very convenient, but good thinking nevertheless.” Priya said, stretching her feet forward and allowing the girl to kiss it. Srinath followed a similar approach, fetching him two pairs of underpants and vests, earning a kiss to Rahul’s foot. The slaves fetched toothbrushes, soap boxes, pairs of socks and other basic items from the drawers and soon kissed their masters’ thighs.

“Do you get the feeling that this game was a bit too easy?” Priya asked, as she watched her slave kiss her thigh.

“It’s not over until it’s over.” Rahul said.

Sharada fetched Priya a few pairs of clothes and waited for her to inspect them. Her hands sifted through the clothes and stopped suddenly. Priya picked up the item, a red sweatshirt and showed it to her slave. Sharada’s eyes lit up with fear as she began to tremble and slither away. “Priya, I’m really sorry. I don’t know how that got in there. It was lying with the other clothes.”

“So? You weren’t careful enough to pick up the right stuff from the wrong. I mean, look at this shirt. Who wears this to a beach?” Priya got up with the menacing stick and stepped closer. “I’m going to punish you for this.”

“Please, my Goddess. I will be more careful in the future.” Sharada pleaded, whilst using her legs and hands to slither into the corner of the room.

“It’s too late for that, you were a careless idiot and you deserve this.” Priya said, standing over the cornered slave. The prey brought up her hands in defense but Priya pushed her feet went through them, straight into her mouth. She stuffed the girl’s mouth with her heels, preventing her from mumbling her last words. The deadly stick went up in the air. Sharada’s heart began to pound; her body began to twitch like a fish out of water. She closed her eyes using the last bit of strength she had left and prayed to the Goddess. The stick landed on her chest, cut through some of the skin and fractured some of her ribs. Some of her blood began to surface on her shirt as she hissed around in pain, wailing from the massive hit. Priya’s merciless feet landed across her face again and she submitted, licking the dust. “It looks like this is where you belong,” Priya said, twisting her feet on the beaten girl’s face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I will not fail you again, my Lord.” Sharada said.

“What are you sorry for?” Priya asked.

“For being a careless idiot. I was a careless idiot. I won’t be that anymore, Priya.” Sharada pleaded with her hands guarding her.

“Let me see how you do.” Priya’s feet were off her face and she walked back to the couch.

“Give me that stick.” Rahul said, as Priya settled back on the couch.

Priya laughed as she handed him the stick. “Oh good! What did he bring you?”

“A heavy jeans pant. As if we’re going to carry heavy clothes for the beach trip. What’s wrong with these people, huh?” Rahul asked. Srinath tried to slither away from the man as he got up, but Rahul landed on his back and stopped him short. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Please, Rahul. I didn’t know that you wanted light clothes. I’m so sorry.” Srinath raised his hand in defense, but the tall boyfriend caught him by the fingers and twisted him around. “Aaaah,” he screamed from the painful twist and brought down his head to reduce the pain. The stick of death went up and landed up with a massive thud to his spine. He struggled and screamed on the floor, unable to keep his body still even for a moment- no position could help alleviate the pain from his broken spine.

The slaves slowly recovered, and brought back a few useful items from the rooms, carefully evaluating each one before allowing their masters to inspect them. One item at a time, they graduated all the way up to their masters’ buttocks. Priya and Rahul were eventually sitting with their knees on the couch, facing the wall and displaying their naked asses for the slaves to kiss. Sharada kept her eyes closed as she kissed the lower end of Priya’s butt. Rahul shook and twisted his butt, making it difficult for Srinath to keep his lips on them.

“It looks like we’re all packed and ready to leave,” Priya said, pointing to the travel bags, packed to capacity with everything they needed for the trip.