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The Cuckold Couple

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“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you,” Priya said gesturing to her footrest, a steel chair placed in front of her couch and pushed it forward a couple of inches using her feet. “Sit down.”

Srinath walked over with a flustered frown on his face as he sat down. His gut twisted inside, warning him of some kind of impending catastrophe. Priya seemed completely laid back, sitting there with her classmate from medical college, a man named Rahul. The two of them seemed to be giggling with each other behind his back, he couldn’t tell for sure. Her clothes did nothing but add to his suspicion- she was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and a light denim skirt that barely just reached her knees. Srinath recalled the first time he’d met the gorgeous neighbor of his, the brilliant chick he’d spent many hours secretly staring at from his balcony- these were by far her most seductive attire, they accentuated her perfect, shapely body and added palpable brilliance to her fair skin. Although he feared the matter of the bad news, he couldn’t help become seduced by her incredible beauty each time he saw her. She was almost too good to be true, let alone be in an intimate relationship with him.

He slowly sat himself on the steel chair to see Rahul’s hands drawing closer to Priya’s. He had half a mind to just grab her and kiss her right in front of him, but he decided to take the higher road- he would mark his territory with his words. “Ahem!” Srinath cleared his throat. “What is the bad news, honey?”

The young girl returned an awkward glance. “Did you just call me honey?”

“I was just…,” Srinath began.

“I don’t want you calling me honey, it just doesn’t sound right coming from you.” Priya said with a firm glance. “Now, let me get to the point. Where do you think our relationship is going?”

Srinath eyes darted towards Rahul and then back at her. “Shouldn’t we get a bit more privacy for a conversation like this?”

“Just answer the question,” Priya asserted.

“Priya, you’re by far the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ve enjoyed the times we’ve spent together, and I think you feel the same way about me,” Srinath said. He tried to smile at her, but her stern expression proved to be less than inviting.

“Two weeks back, you’d taken me out to dinner. Do you remember that?” Priya asked.

“The Sheraton hotel, yes,” Srinath nodded. “It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”

“I hate to say this, but that was one of the most awkward dates I’ve ever had.” Priya said.

“What do you mean?” Srinath asked.

“We had almost nothing to say to each other. That was painful for me,” Priya stated. “We were like one of those old couples who have nothing left to say to each other.”

“But after the dinner we…,” Srinath began.

“Yeah, I know. That’s the only part you seem to care about,” Priya said. Srinath’s jaw dropped, so many words were screaming to come out of his mouth that they all hit a traffic jam at his throat. “Anyway, last weekend, Rahul asked me out to dinner. And I said yes.”

“What the hell, Priya?” Srinath stood up from his chair and pushed it aside.

“You know why? It did not even occur to me that I had a boyfriend,” Priya said.

“You’re just ridiculous. First, you cheated on me and now you’re making it sound like it was my fault.” Srinath shook his head, the disgust blowing out of his ears like hot steam. Priya shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, “It is your fault.”

“Let me guess. You both had a great time together because it didn’t even occur to you that I exist.” Srinath said. A moment of silence followed, and even though Priya neither agreed nor disagreed her blank expression made the answer abundantly clear. “So this is it for us? You’re going to dump me for him?” he asked, pointing his fingers at Rahul.

“I’m afraid so. Let’s face it, we have almost nothing in common,” Priya said.

“More things in common. Is that what you want from me?” Srinath asked.

“Srinath, please don’t start this. It’s far too late for…,” Priya said.

“Why is it too late? You want me to study medicine? Fine, I’ll go start studying right now,” Srinath fell down to the floor on his knees.

Priya and Rahul exchanged a smile. “You’re going to study medicine?”

Srinath nodded. “If that’s what it takes to be with you.” Priya smiled back in return. “OK. I won’t study medicine. Why the hell should I? I make a perfectly good living from running my jewelry store. It is doing great, always fetches me more than six figures of income every month. I would be able to support you far better than this guy possibly can.” Srinath said, kneeling still on the floor. He swallowed nervously and let the next words flow out of in one breath. “Priya, you deserve better than him.”

“Did you just say that you’re better than me?” Rahul asked. His deep voice resonated in the living room, the very first time he spoke.

“Y…yes.” Srinath said, swallowing some of his fear. “I think I’m better for her.”

“You can’t even keep her satisfied and you think you’re better than me?” Rahul laughed.

“Of course, I can satisfy her…,” Srinath began, but stopped short. His heart almost dropped out of its place as he saw Priya shaking her head. He hung his head low in disbelief, the very essence his manhood quashed into oblivion. It was tempting to just hit his head into the floor and end his misery right there as he felt his soul abandon his existence.

“There are reasons why she’s dumping you like a piece of garbage,” Rahul said. Few things could make Srinath feel lower than he already felt, but this was one of them.

“Srinath, what matters is that I don’t think you’re better for me. I’m sorry. It’s over.” Priya said.

Srinath gave the girl a desperate frown. He bent forward and kissed her feet. “Priya, I love you,” he mumbled. He kissed her lower leg. “I love you.” He kissed Priya’s knee.  “I love you.”

“What do you want me to say?” Priya asked. “Oooh, I’m going to leave my awesome new boyfriend and take you back because you’re begging for me?”

“No, Priya. I do not expect anything in return; I just need you to know that I will always love you,” Srinath said, kissing the other leg.

Priya looked at her boyfriend and giggled. “I know what his problem is. He’s too obsessed with me.” She then turned to Srinath and grabbed his hair to stop him from kissing random parts of her leg. “What do you mean, you still love me?”

Srinath hissed from the pain, it wasn’t often he’d got his hair pulled up by a girl. “I still really love you, no matter what,” he said.

“Oh you do? Let me test you on your claim,” Priya said. She stretched out her legs and placed them on the steel chair. “Get under my legs and place them on your shoulder.” Srinath obeyed immediately, picking up the girl’s long legs and allowing her to rest one on each shoulder. “Now, you’re going to watch every move I make with my lips. If you stop watching, that would mean you don’t love me. Got it?” Srinath nodded eagerly. Priya opened up her arms and grabbed Rahul by the neck, bringing him in for a passionate kiss. She gorged his lips and licked his tongue in a romantic frenzy, making Srinath watch every move as she moaned away. “Wow. You’re such a good kisser.”

“I know,” Rahul smiled, attacking her lips and grabbing her by the waist. The couple went on kissing each other, holding each other tight.

“Hmm.” Priya moaned with a delighted smile, resting her head against Rahul’s. “I don’t remember the last time I was kissed like that by a man. Is he still watching me?” She mumbled, resuming the breathless kiss. Rahul turned and looked down at Srinath watching the couple making love, his fury bottled away in some obscure crevice of his mind.

“Yeah, he’s surely watching us kiss.” Rahul reported.

“Let him watch some more.” Priya pushed her breasts against Rahul’s chest and bent over for the finale. She then let go of her boyfriend and straightened her hair with a slight head shake. “That didn’t bother you at all?” Priya asked the man holding up her legs.

Srinath bowed down, looked up and let out his answer in a single breath. “Not at all.”

“So you still want to be here?”

“Most certainly,” Srinath stated, kissing Priya’s legs on his shoulders.

“Dude, she just dumped you,” Rahul said.

Srinath twisted himself in Rahul’s direction. “She’ll dump you, too. Just you wait and see.”

Priya got up. Her hand came down and strangled his neck in a vice-like grip, making him fidget like a trapped worm in her hands. “What the fuck did you just say? I’m just going to go and dump him like I’m dumping you?” Srinath choked under her grip, powerless to resist. “You went too far this time,” Priya said, raising her hand and hitting his cheek with a nasty slap. “You bastard. What the hell do you think of yourself?” She gripped his hair even harder as his eyes burst into tears. “I’m not some whore who goes on making random boyfriends and dumping them. I had made a bad decision with you and now I’m making a good one.” She pointed at him and then toward Rahul. “You are nothing but an uneducated pig born to rich parents. Got that?” She pushed down with force, sending him crashing to the floor.

“Yes, Priya.” Srinath cried, twitching from the pain of the drop.

“Now I’m going to punish you for calling me a whore.” Priya’s legs descended on him, pinning him under like a helpless animal and turning his chest into her stool. Her left hand went up; they traveled the short distance down to Srinath’s face in less than a split-second, causing his ears to ring for a few moments. The next moment her right hand performed the assault. She relentlessly slapped the ex-boyfriend, letting one word out of her mouth with each slap. “Get-the-fuck-out-of-my-life.”

Srinath closed his eyes tightly shut, to defend them from any more slaps that would land on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes to see the love of his life sitting on his chest, prepared to hit him some more and her new boyfriend standing over. “His face is so red!” Rahul smiled, looking down at his existence with no sign of mercy or compassion.

“Srinath, it’s time for you to go home now.” Priya said, getting herself off his chest by holding Rahul’s strong hands.

Srinath got up on his knees and slowly slithered away, his head bowed down in defeat. Rahul called out to him just before he reached the door. “Hey, loser. I’ve got a small departing gift for you before you leave.” He’d caught Srinath’s attention with that; the ex-boyfriend turned back and crawled to kneel before the couple again. Rahul’s hands went around Priya’s shoulders. “Turn around,” Rahul whispered to her. She did, the behind of her denim skirt looming a few inches from Srinath’s face. Rahul grabbed Priya’s knee just below her skirt and began to move his hand up, revealing more and more of her thighs as they went up. “I’m going to kiss Priya’s lips, and you’re going to kiss her ass goodbye,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. Srinath’s eyebrows went up simultaneously as Rahul’s hands went higher up to reveal her black panties and her smooth, glimmering buttocks. He sat up and planted his lips just below Priya’s black panty, locking it into an airtight kiss with her fleshy seat muscles. With a desperate hug across her legs, he moved his body closer, bringing some warmth to the cold, sweaty surface of her fair bum cheeks. He felt warmth spreading over his body as he kissed the left butt cheek, then the right, back and forth; it was the beginning of his own love affair with Priya’s bottom. The only sign of trouble was Rahul’s hands, which were sauntering across the butt, massaging their sides and squeezing them tight while the couple made out. Srinath was forced to move himself away from the kiss for a few moments; it hurt that he wasn’t even allowed to kiss her buttocks in peace.

Rahul looked over Priya’s shoulder, still touching his lips with Priya’s. “I can’t bear to see your ex-boyfriend like this,” he said.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Priya asked, turning around.

“He’s almost drooling over your panties,” Rahul laughed.

“I guess we’ve found the right place for him to be,” Priya said, looking into Rahul’s eyes. “He’s better off as my butt kisser than as a boyfriend.”

“A butt kisser. Hmm…that sounds like a job for someone like him.” Rahul said. “Why don’t we keep him around and make him do stuff for us?”

“Like a slave?” Priya asked, turning back to see the ex still kissing her butt religiously. “You wouldn’t mind him working as my slave?”

“I’d love that. It would make me even more proud that I’m with you.” Rahul said.

The couple giggled with each other as they watched the ex-boyfriend gorging her ass. Priya stroked his hair and stretched back to offer him some more of her butt surface to devour. “You like kissing my booty?” She asked. Srinath made a noise from his throat while continuing to kiss the girl’s beautiful butt; he perhaps intended to say yes but sounded like he’d just eaten the best meal of his life.

“You can never, ever become my boyfriend in your life, but you can try and become a slave if you want. That’s the only way you can still be in my life,” Priya said, shaking her butt left and right and watching how desperately the ex clung on to every inch, every moment.

“I’d be honored to work as your slave, Priya.” Srinath said, lingering his lips over the girl’s butt.

“That’s what I thought,” Priya said. She stretched her hand to her far left side, and then swatted away the ex from her buttocks like she would a persistent mosquito. “Now get off my ass!”

Srinath dropped, nursing his cheeks from the surprisingly accurate backward slap. He could only wonder how many times the girl had had to do that move in the past. Priya’s foot went up in the air and came crushing down on his face. “Are you ready to be my slave?” She felt the trapped cuckold’s head moving under her feet in reply. “Yesterday you were my pathetic boyfriend. Look at you today, eager to be my slave.”

“My life is yours to do as you choose, Priya.” Srinath said. “I’m here to serve you.”

“Oh, so you want to serve me despite everything I’m doing to you?” Priya crushed his face under her toes, constricting him further, but the ex still managed to make his head nod a yes. She stepped her feet off his face and turned to Rahul. “Whatever I do, I just seem to be giving him exactly what he wants,” she said.

“Yeah, I was trying to punish him too. But he seems to enjoy every single aspect of being your slave,” Rahul said. “Your slave,” his eyes lit up in a flash and Priya seemed to get it right away.

Priya stepped back. “You can become my slave,” she said to her ex, “provided you do everything Rahul tells you to do. I will let him decide whether you’d make a good slave for me.”

Rahul placed his hands on hips and looked down at the fallen ex. “Two months. Two long, painful months. That’s how long you kept Priya bored and unsatisfied. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Srinath slithered back towards the wall as Rahul approached. “I can’t even imagine how to punish someone for a crime like that.”

“R…Rahul I’m really sorry. Please…,” Srinath pleaded in his retreat.

Rahul bent down and caught his pants, unhooked them and pulled them down along with the underwear. “You made Priya put up with that pathetic little thing. For two whole months,” he said, pointing at Srinath’s penis.

“Please, Rahul. I’m willing to do anything to make up for it. Please don’t hurt me,” Srinath said, closing up his pants.

“I have to hurt you. Do you want Priya to forgive you or not?” Rahul said.

“Come on, Rahul. You are her boyfriend and I am but a measly slave,” Srinath pleaded.

“Yeah you are. But you did commit a crime, you have to accept the punishment for it,” Rahul said.

“No, please. I’m not some criminal, and I didn’t rape her. We just had sex once, and it was consensual.” Srinath said.

“That’s your defense? You’re blaming it on Priya?” Rahul screamed.

“You’re just sick,” Priya said. “Being three years older than me, you should have been more responsible. What, you just see a pretty girl next door and push your penis into her?”

“Okay, I’m sorry. It was all my fault and I accept that!” Srinath said, raising his hands as if a gun were pointed at him.

“You’re going to get the beating of a lifetime from my boyfriend.” Priya said, catching him by the throat and pushing him down to the floor. She walked away for a minute and reappeared with a few pieces of rope. “If you are, indeed, as sorry as you say you are, you will obey my every command.”

“I am. I am sorry, Priya. I will obey.” Srinath mumbled.

“Bring back both your hands now!” Priya ordered. Srinath offered little resistance to her wishes; he brought his hands behind. Priya moved behind him and tied his hands together with a strong knot. “Now place your feet together.” She used another piece of rope and bound his legs together. Using a third piece of rope, she bound the two pieces of rope, creating an unbreakable trap. “Try to move now,” she ordered. He plopped to the floor, his shoulder bone crushing under the weight of his own body as he realized the horror of how immobilized he was at that point; he couldn’t even use his own hands to break his fall.

Try to move!

“Can’t move at all, can you?” Priya laughed with her boyfriend. “Now, beat him up until he begs for mercy,” Priya said, giving Rahul a kiss on the cheek and returning to her couch.

Rahul got to work, planting one foot on his adversary’s knee the other on his chest. “Eat my shoe!” he ordered, pushing the dusty stub of his heavy shoes into Srinath’s mouth. He crushed into his mouth harder and harder, almost taking the teeth apart as he forced his path inside. Rahul kept the position for a few moments and then stood with his shoes on either side of Srinath’s ears. “Untie my shoelaces using your mouth!” He twisted his neck towards the powerful man’s shoes and attempted to catch one lace with his mouth and pull it out. With considerable effort, he was able to undo the other shoelace in a similar way. Rahul used his head as a hinge and took off his shoes one at a time, letting them drop next to his head. He took off his thick sports socks and turned them inside out, exposing the brown dusty end with his hands like little brown puppets. “Open your mouth!” He said. Srinath did, only to have a dusty sock stuffed into his mouth. Rahul took the other sock and managed to stuff it inside, causing his mouth to open wider than it was capable of before. “Two socks in his mouth. He can’t even beg for mercy now,” he exchanged a smile with Priya. “Would you care to join me, my love?”

“Sure, I’d love to!” Priya jumped out of the couch. She worked with Rahul to make the cuckold sit up on the floor with his head against the wall. “Let’s see who can kick his face harder,” Priya smiled.

“What sort of a contest is that? You’re a girl, your legs are so soft and succulent.” Rahul laughed in reply.

“So what? I’m much angrier with him than you are. You’re just doing this for some macho manly pride,” Priya said.

“Oh yeah? You think you’re going to kick him harder than me because of some emotions? We’ll see how you do, you go first!” Rahul stood back. Priya took one step for recoil, brought up her left leg and swung it forward with incredible force, landing her feet across her ex’s face and breaking his nose into an uncontrollable bleed.

“Not bad,” Rahul said. He stepped forward and went for his turn, crashing his feet into Srinath’s cheeks. The impact almost tore them apart and sent his skull through the wall. “What do you think?” He asked.

“It wasn’t graceful at all, but certainly hard.” Priya nodded.

“Harder than yours any day,” Rahul smiled.

“Well, I used my wrong leg. Let me try with my right leg.” Priya went for her turn again, blasting her way through his teeth, uprooting several of them on the way. Srinath began to bleed through his mouth, the dusty socks began to pass deeper into his throat.

“Wow,” Rahul said. “But check me out again.” He went for a football style goal-kick, including a short run up and kicked up Srinath’s head; it was by far the nastiest kick he’d ever received. He felt his neck giving away as his head dropped to his shoulder.

“Nice!” Priya applauded the effort and watched the helpless ex spitting out the socks and bleeding out his contents. “Look at the mess you’ve made on my floor,” Priya said, pointing down. “You could have just gone home instead of all this.”

“Living my life without you would be even more painful,” Srinath managed to mumble.

“Oh is that so? What if I smothered you to death behind my butt crack?” Priya asked, turning around and patting her bum. “Oh you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Okay, what if my boyfriend smothered you behind his buttocks? Is that a good enough death for you, smelling my new boyfriend’s farts till it kills you?” Srinath sat still, crying from the pain he endured. Priya stepped closer to the ex and sat down on her hands and knees next to him. “That’s exactly what you’ll get, then. We’re going to give you a tushie sandwich. Rahul, will you push his head into my butt?”

“With pleasure!” Rahul said, strangling him and placing the back of the slave’s head on Priya’s jeans skirt. He then sat down on the other side and stretched back his butt, slowly moving backwards to finish the sandwich trap. “It’s time you got a taste of my bum on your face.” The masculine buttocks came over Srinath’s face, trapping him between the couples’ asses. He attempted to turn around, to get a whiff of the girl’s ass, but they both kept him tightly stuck in his place, perfectly between the four spheres. Rahul’s jeans grinded his nose as he twisted them round and round, but he focused his attention on Priya’s soft ass behind his head and imagined that he was being grinded by those.

As if by instinct, Rahul stopped, unhooked his pants and brought them down to expose his blue underwear. “You thought I would keep my pants on forever?” Srinath’s eyes opened wide. He tried to mumble an apology but the ugly man-buttocks came over rapidly, crushing his face even harder into the sandwich. He felt his face tossed back and forth between their butt cracks, but the disgusting pair of ass cheeks was too close for comfort. His mouth was forced into a kiss with the dark abomination, which began to vibrate. A burst of foul smelly wind made its way out right to his face, making a loud, ugly noise on its way out. The couple seemed to have a good celebration, clapping and laughing at his expense. There was no choice but to breathe the fart smell into his lungs.

“You’ll get to do that for Priya someday, but for now you’re stuck with me, boy.” Rahul said. The couple kept the sandwich going tight, grinding his face in a suffocating seesaw.

Minutes later Priya and Rahul got up, letting him out of the stink trap. “Mercy please,” he mumbled, but neither of them heard or cared. They caught each other and kissed again, sitting over him. Srinath was forced to watch Priya kissing Rahul, their faces just a few inches away from him. Soon, they began to drop some of their drool over his face as they kissed. “Do you want to start forgiving him?” Rahul asked.

“Yeah. Bring him to my feet,” Priya said.

Rahul dragged Srinath’s nearly lifeless body across the hallway, untied his ropes and brought him before Priya. “Let me guess. You’re really sorry.”

“Yes, dear Goddess.” Srinath replied, joining his hands into prayer.

Lick her feet!

“What are you sorry for?” Priya asked.

“I was your boyfriend for the last two months, so…” Srinath began.

“Say ‘pathetic’. Use that word.” Priya specified.

“For two months, I’ve been a pathetic boyfriend.  I was selfish and I took you for granted.” Srinath said.

“And you stuck your ugly little penis where it didn’t belong,” Priya said.

Srinath bowed down, tears flew out of his eyes. “And I stuck my ugly little penis where it didn’t belong.”

“Yes you did! Now, tell me how sorry you are.” Priya smiled.

“Lord, I took the worst beating in my life from you and your new boyfriend. If there is something more I have to do to prove how sorry I am,” Srinath said, “I would readily do that, too.”

“There are many things you’ll have to do. You can start by thanking us.” Priya stretched out her legs until it was right in front of him.

Srinath looked up to her smiling face, picked up her legs and placed her feet on his face. He sniffed the sweaty toes, the dusty arches and the heels. “Thank you, Priya,” he began. She nodded along, waiting for more words. “You did the right thing by punishing me, I deserved every single one of those nasty beatings you and Rahul gave me.”

“Yeah. My feet hurt a little from kicking you so hard. Massage them now!” Priya ordered. She watched as he ran his bruised fingers through the bottom surface of her feet and gently squeezed her toes, stretched her feet and rubbed the arches and the heels. “Something like that. But my boyfriend kicked you much harder than I did. Aren’t you thankful for him, too?”

Rahul let go of his neck and went over to sit next to Priya on the couch. Srinath offered his face as a footrest and he readily began to abuse them, capturing his nose between the toes, pinching his skin and randomly wiping off his dusty feet even as Srinath attempted to massage them.

“You aren’t saying anything!” Priya smiled.

“Rahul, I cannot thank you enough for the beating you gave me.” Srinath said.

“How awesome were my kicks?” Rahul asked.

“They were very painful and nasty but I deserved them,” Srinath said.

“You aren’t thanking him for the important part,” Priya said.

“What would that be, Priya?” Srinath asked, giving up after considering for a few moments.

“He helped me get rid of you as my boyfriend.” Priya said. Her voice had elevated to a more serious tone, she meant to demean him more and more every minute.

“Rahul,” Srinath swallowed nervously, “thank you for becoming Priya’s boyfriend.”

“No, that’s not enough. I want you to think of all the details as to why I would dump you for him,” Priya said, exchanging a quiet giggle with her boyfriend.

Srinath closed his eyes, he felt every last iota of ego and pride disappear from his spirit as he sat on the floor, catching Rahul’s legs and trying to massage them for him. “You did the right thing by dumping me, Priya.” He began. “Rahul’s obviously very tall and handsome and his body is very well built.”

“You think I dumped you for some physical reasons?” Priya asked, kicking his face slightly. “You don’t know me even slightly.”

“I’m so sorry, Priya.” Srinath said. “Rahul is superior to me intellectually and he’s far more educated than I’ll ever be.” The couple nodded along. “Your new boyfriend is quite athletic- he has well-toned leg muscles. You deserve a strong sportsman like him.”

Rahul whispered into Priya’s ear. “This is good, but it’s getting a little gay for me.”

“Oh, don’t mind him. He might actually be gay,” Priya laughed.

“Please. I’m not gay.” Srinath sat up and raised his finger to Priya.

Priya caught his finger and twisted it around. “Don’t point your finger at me. What the hell do you think of yourself?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Srinath whined.

Priya let go of his finger, destroying even that last ounce of self-respect he had for himself with the finger twist. “And you are gay for my new boyfriend. Continue admiring him, you pathetic gay loser.”

Srinath kissed Rahul’s knee. He’d just been called gay; it couldn’t get any lower no matter what he said. “I could never be even half the man Rahul is. You deserve to be satisfied by a man like him,” he said.

“Yes I do.” Priya hugged Rahul by the neck and kissed his lips.

“Actually, you could never even be one quarter of the man I am.” Rahul said, finishing the kiss. “Take off my pants, I want to show you.” Srinath sat up and unzipped Rahul’s pants, wrinkles of disgust spreading over his face. He pulled them down and committed the gay act and the long, snake like organ was hanging down right before his very eyes. Rahul had no shame, rather he seemed to hold his head up as he proudly displayed his manhood to Priya and her ex. “I want you to say the same thing again. This time, you’ll grab my thing and say it with more feeling.”

Srinath swallowed a bit of his own puke. This was harder than the physical punishments he’d endured. He looked up to Priya; she was laughing away as she awaited the dramatics. There was no other choice, he grabbed Rahul’s penis in his right hand. “Priya, you deserve a great man like him.”

Priya clapped her hands and laughed. “Kiss it!” She said. Srinath shook his head in shame, opened up his mouth and went closer. Within a few painfully long moments, his mouth made contact with the surface. The couple laughed at his plight while he hung his head low in shame- he couldn’t believe what he’d done for the woman he loved. She got up and shared a high-five with Rahul while Srinath prayed that she would finally forgive him.

“Now,” Priya caught his neck and pushed him over, “lie down on my couch.” Srinath climbed up the soft velvet couch and slept on it, facing upward. He watched her leg rise up, her feet going over his face and landing next to his ears. “My boyfriend and I are going to have sex on your body.” She lifted her skirt and placed her buttocks right on Srinath’s face, eclipsing them completely under.

Rahul emerged from the other end, planting painful steps on Srinath’s body as he approached Priya. He came down, jabbing his knees right into the ex’s chest, disallowing him from respiring even the smell of the beautiful girl’s bum. He was completely naked; it was almost unbelievable how quickly he’d undressed. He grabbed Priya’s breasts and kissed her neck, tossing her into an ecstatic moan. Srinath watched in breathless horror as the ugly penis rapidly descended towards him, this occasion they were three times larger and infinitely harder. They were still cuddling, he realized, but even that hurt his ribs like hell. To his relief, the doorbell rang. A wave of hope brought him back to life, helped even more by the fact that Rahul quickly jumped off his chest. “That must be Sharada,” he said, quickly putting on his shirt and pants.

“Oh, your girlfriend soon to be ex-girlfriend,” Priya smiled. “You know, the easiest way to break up with her would be to let her see us like this.”

“Yeah, but let me try doing it in a civil way first!” Rahul smiled as he headed for the door.

Rahul closed the front door to Priya’s house behind him and greeted Sharada with a whisper. “Hi! Glad you could make it.”

Sharada pointed to his pants. “Rahul, your fly is wide open.”

“Oh thanks!” Rahul zipped his pants and smiled in a burst of embarrassment. He noticed Sharada’s agitation growing every second. “Is something bothering you?”

“Nothing, let’s go inside and meet your friend.” Sharada said, moving towards the door but Rahul stood in her way. “Okay. It bothers me that you are in Priya’s place and your fly is open…,” she began.

“It’s a common mistake, happens to a lot of men,” Rahul said.

“I know that. But look at you. Your hair’s all messed up, your shirt is wrinkled. And look at how you’re guarding her door like I’m some kind of criminal. You don’t seem to want me going in. Rahul, tell me what’s going on,” Sharada said.

“Well…,” Rahul scratched his head.

Sharada glared into his eyes as she awaited the answer. “What? Have you forgotten how to talk?”

“No. Alright, Priya and I were playing this childish game.”

“Rahul, I can see that you’re lying. You’re so painfully obvious.” She waited a few more seconds for his answer. “Let me just ask you one thing- is something going on between the two of you?” Rahul mumbled some inaudible defense; his eyes darted around in search of a good answer. “FUCK-YOU! You aren’t even trying to deny it.”

“That’s because it’s true,” Rahul said, letting the words out in one breath. “It’s true, okay? Priya and I are together.”

Sharada frowned at him, her hands began to shiver and her cheeks flushed red. She shook her head and tried to talk, “w.why would you…”

“Priya and I have been seeing each other for a week. I’m so sorry, but you and I need to break up,” Rahul said.

“What the fuck? You’ve always been a selfish pig but I didn’t think you could stoop so low.” Sharada cried. “We’ve been together for over ten years. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” she asked, as tears began to form in her eyes. “So what? You just saw this girl and changed your mind? What about me, Rahul? What about me?”

Rahul bowed down. “I’m so sorry. I was here and I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, so…”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Sharada cried. “I’m very grateful that you called me over to your new girlfriend’s place to break up with me. You bloody pig.” Rahul placed his hands on her shoulders, but she slapped them away. “Get your hands off me.” She wiped off tears from her eyes, her every breath fuelling the fury inside her. He was standing quiet, blatantly unskilled in dealing with the crying girl.

Sharada couldn’t stand him anymore, she made a fist with her hands behind her back and swung them forward in an attempt to punch Rahul’s nose. He stepped aside just in time to avoid the nasty blow, and caught the girl by her neck. “I did not expect this from you,” he said, bringing her down to her knees. He held her by the back of her neck and opened the front door with one hand. “I’m afraid I have to make you meet Priya.”

“Rahul, you’re hurting me,” Sharada cried.

“Precisely.” He swung the door open. Rahul dragged his prisoner by her long, brown hair and pushed her towards Priya, who was seated on the couch. “I tried to end it peacefully, but she tried to punch me,” Rahul reported, making her kneel before his new girlfriend.

“Is it true? Did you try to hit my boyfriend?” Priya asked.

“Don’t call him your boyfriend. He’s mine, he will always be mine.” Sharada said.

“Didn’t he try to break up with you just now?”

“That’s why I tried to punch him. He won’t stop misbehaving.” Sharada said.

“Misbehaving?” Priya asked, splitting the word into its syllables. “You believe Rahul’s misbehaving, that he’s out of his mind?” Sharada nodded. “So you think this is temporary, and that he’s just going to get back together with you?”

“I don’t know when he’ll come to his senses, but yes. He’s my boyfriend and has been for many years. He’s making some impulsive decision based on spending just one week with you.” Sharada stated. “We are supposed to be together forever.”

“One week is a good length of time.” Priya said. “Why, you don’t think it’s possible that in one week I’ve treated him to more pleasures than you did in all those years?”

“It’s not possible.” Sharada said.

Priya turned to Rahul. “What’s wrong with these people? You go on one date with them they think they’ve mated for life.”

“What do you mean, ‘these people’?” Sharada asked.

“I dumped my boyfriend today.” Priya said. “Rahul and I punished him together and threw him into the toilet. It looks like you’re going to face the same plight.”

“No, I won’t.” Sharada shook under Rahul’s grip.

“Oh you think so? Let me see,” Priya said. “Do you still love Rahul?”

“Not the way he’s acting now, this isn’t him. But yes, I love him.” Sharada said.

“And you won’t go home without getting him back?”

“I won’t.”

“See? She’s exactly like Srinath,” Priya declared. Sharada wiggled under Rahul’s grip and tried to slap his hand away from her head. “Oh my! You’re an angry little girl aren’t you?” Priya asked. “Do you even understand your position right now? Look at your own boyfriend, the man you’ve loved for so many years clutching you like a wild animal. When did you become such a brat?” Sharada looked up to Rahul and his remorseless expression as he held her down for his girlfriend’s sadistic pleasure. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in humility and respect.”

Priya leaned forward and caught her neck in one hand, using the other to deliver a vicious slap. Sharada’s cheeks turned red, she bowed down and cried. “That’s for trying to hit my awesome boyfriend. There are good reasons why he just dumped you like a piece of shit. Can you think of why he did that to you?” Priya asked. Sharada looked up to her and sniffled. “God, look at that pride. The first thing you’re going to do is lose all that disgusting pride.” Priya’s hand went up and landed a devastating slap on the other cheek. “Say ‘Thank you’, bitch!” She then caught her and blew through the other cheek with an even harder slap. “I said thank me, you disgusting little bitch!”

Sharada cried even harder, but managed to mumble a “thank you.”

“Call me God, because that’s what I am to you.” Priya said.

“Thank you, God,” Sharada said.

“You’re welcome anytime!” Priya laughed, and Rahul joined in. She leaned back and brought up her legs again. “Rahul is my boyfriend. Not yours- mine. I’m the winner, you’re the loser.” Priya’s toes went crushing into her face, scratching her cheeks and her eyes with her long, sharp toenails. “The only chance you have of being with Rahul is if you choose to spend your life working as my slave.”

“Rahul, how can you let her do this to me?” Sharada asked.

Rahul gripped her hair with more vigor. “It’s exactly what you deserve.”

“She’s asking me to work as her slave, Rahul. Please tell me you think that’s extreme.” Sharada said.

“It is obviously extreme.” Rahul said. “So go home and move on with your life like a sensible girl.”

“And wait for you to come to your senses on your own?” Sharada asked.

“If you think that’s going to happen, you’re better off being her slave.” Rahul said. “That way you can be around when I,” he made quotation marks in the air with his fingers, “come to my senses.”

“Then that’s exactly what I’ll do.” Sharada bowed down before Priya. “I’m your slave.”

“Not so fast.” Priya said. “I don’t just take in any random weakling as my  slave. You know how many men and women out there would kill to be my slave? You’re going to have to prove your mettle just like everybody else.”

“Are you good enough to be my slave?” Priya asked, looking down at Sharada trapped in a shoulder lock by Rahul. “Nope. Rahul, throw her away. She wouldn’t make a good slave for me.”

“Please, you didn’t even try me out.” Sharada said.

“You do have a lot of dedication.” Priya said. “But it’s going to take a lot of work for someone like you to be my slave.”

“Whatever it takes, Priya.”

“Alright! From this moment on, I declare you my slave!” Priya said, pushing her big toe into her mouth. “Suck on my toe, slave.” Sharada inhaled the dust from her feet and licked them clean from the bottom. “Let me see how good a foot rest you are.” Priya rested her feet on the girl’s face. The feet slipped down through her neck, down to her chest and instantly plopped to the girl’s lap. “What the fuck just happened? I was trying to rest my feet on your breasts, but apparently, you don’t have any. Look at that bare chest!” she laughed with Rahul.

“I do have breasts.” Sharada cried.

“Very small, insignificant excuses for breasts.” Priya said. “It doesn’t look like you’ll make a very good slave for me at all.”

“Please, Priya. I’ll do anything you…”

“First, I want you say it. I want to hear it from your mouth. Who owns you?”

“You’re my owner, you own me.” Sharada said, attempting to brush away her feet from her face.

“And whose boyfriend is Rahul?” Priya smiled.

“He’s your boyfriend, Priya.” Sharada said.

“Whose boyfriend is he not?”

“My boyfriend.” Sharada retreated to the floor. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s yours.”

Rahul let go of her face and placed his feet on her head. “Can I trust that you will be a good slave to my new girlfriend?” He asked her. The pressure from his feet caused her to lick the floor, but she was able to nod her head in obedience. “I bless you with a nice life under Priya’s feet,” Rahul said, rubbing his feet against her hair. He moved over to the couch and settled next to Priya.

The couple sat and watched as Sharada struggled to recover from the brutal attacks. She wiped off the dust and tears from her eyes as she sat down before them. “Why the long face?” Priya asked. “Do you want Rahul to be happy or not?” Sharada frowned at her ex-boyfriend sitting back at the couch and smiling back at her, but she forced herself to answer the question with a “Yes.”

“So you should be thankful to him for dumping you and moving on with an awesome babe like me,” Priya said, grabbing her own breasts. “Look how nice my boobies are. He shouldn’t have to put up with those things anymore,” she pointed at Sharada’s bare chest and laughed. “Come on, slave. Thank him, now!”

Sharada felt every bit of her pride crushed away as she grabbed Rahul’s legs and kissed them. “Thank you, Rahul.”

“Thank you for what?” Priya gave her a hard slap on her cheeks.

“I’m very thankful that you left me for this girl,” Sharada said, nursing her cheeks from the impact of the slap. Priya gave her a stern look. “Sorry, I meant this Goddess. She’s far more sexy and brilliant than I could ever be in my life,” Sharada noticed Priya nodding and smiling, “so you did the right thing by dumping me for her.”

“Go on now!” Priya said.

“You both look very happy together. I’ve never seen you so happy before,” she swallowed and braced herself, “because you were with me before. I was never good enough for a man like you.” Rahul stroked her hair and said, “Continue.” Her face shivered as she forced her lips to smile. “You deserve better than me.”

“You see that? That’s how I like my slaves,” Priya commented, looking toward Rahul. “I like it when their souls are crushed beyond existence, with no pride left.” She smiled at Sharada and moved her feet forward; she promptly kissed them. “Now thank me for stealing your boyfriend away from you.”

“Thank you, my supreme Goddess,” Sharada said.

She looked up- Priya’s fingers were starting to form into a fist. “Do you want me to beat you up again? Because I will, bitch! Explain why you are grateful to me,” Priya said.

“You helped him get rid of me. And you’ve given him happiness and excitement like I never could.” Priya smiled at Rahul and grabbed him by the neck to give him a kiss on the lips. They licked each other’s tongues and never for a moment stopped to listen to the slave girl rambling away. Sharada felt her heart burn away as she saw him enjoying her, but she had to go on. “I’ve never seen you getting so excited from a kiss.” She cleared her throat in an attempt to get them to stop kissing. “And thank you for making me your slave, Priya.” The couple looked at the slave joining her hands and praying to her like she was God. “I will do my best to serve you well.”

“Is she being sarcastic?” Priya asked Rahul, exchanging a quick wink.

“I think she is. She doesn’t seem at all convinced at how happy I am,” Rahul said.

“You should really feel how happy Rahul is,” Priya said. “And I mean physically.”

Priya smiled at Rahul as she unhooked the pant and zipped them open. “I want you to grab my boyfriend’s penis,” she said, turning to Sharada. “With both your hands.” She sat up, caught the top of Rahul’s blue underpants and pulled them down slowly. With almost crippling hesitation, she wrapped her hands around the long, manly organ. Priya took off her t-shirt and sat with her knees on both side of Rahul’s and an upskirt view of her buttocks visible from Sharada’s position. She saw Rahul’s hands slide from the knees, up through her thighs and landing at her buttocks to give them a sensual squeeze. His penis grew stiff and rock-solid as he kissed Priya’s cleavage through her bra and smothered his own face between the Goddess’s heavenly breasts. He then kissed her on the neck and made her moan. Sharada felt his penis growing every moment, every move and went forward to give it a kiss, only to be slapped off by Priya. “I said feel it, not kiss it.” She obeyed, feeling her ex-boyfriend’s penis grow larger than she ever imagined possible.

“Let’s wait till tonight,” Priya said and Rahul reluctantly agreed. Sharada felt his penis shrinking five times smaller within moments. Priya sat back down on the couch. ”Have you ever seen a boner like that in your life?”

“Never,” Sharada said.

“And you have slept with Rahul before, haven’t you?” She answered yes. “Oh dear, that must have been a terrible experience for you,” Priya kissed Rahul’s lips again.

“I’m so sorry,” Sharada said.

“You’d better be sorry. No ordinary girl can satisfy him, he deserves a Goddess like me.” Priya said, pointing one finger at herself.

“You really are a Goddess, Priya,” Sharada caught her legs and bowed down. “You are an icon, I wish I were more like you.”

“Hah, You can never be anything like me, that’s impossible.” Priya said. “But admitting that is a great first step. You got one thing right today.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Sharada said.

“The next step for your life is to become a good slave for me.” Priya stood up, turned around and snapped her fingers. “Now lift up my skirt and smell my ass. I’m going to show you your purpose in life.” Sharada grabbed the rough cloth in her hands and stuck her head between her butt cheeks. “I have a few butt slaves. Their job is to sniff my ass and eat my shit. But you are not my ass slave, no way,” Priya said, using her grip of the girl’s hair to lower her head to her thighs. “I also have thigh slaves. They squeeze and massage my thighs all day. But you aren’t good enough for that yet.” Priya’s hands pushed her down to the floor. “A foot slave. That’s what you are now. You have to crawl under my feet, kiss them clean and accept nasty kicks to your face when I feel like kicking you.” Sharada kissed Priya’s feet, clearing some black dust off their bottoms as she went along. “Are you ready to be a slave of my feet?” Sharada nodded.

“You have a long way to go before I can even think of keeping someone like you at my feet. You’re so weak and pathetic, I don’t think you would last even a few minutes as my foot slave.” Priya said.

“Whatever it takes, Priya. I’m ready for it.” Sharada said.

“Alright, let’s start with something easy first.” Priya went back to her couch and stretched out her legs. “I want to see how good you are at massaging my legs. Start off now, slave.”

Priya watched Sharada as she exerted much of her strength into a warm leg massage for her. “Haha. Look at you, trying to be a good slave.”

Sharada looked up to her with a sad expression. “Do you not consider me a good slave, my Queen?”

“Of course I don’t,” Priya laughed at her and pointed to her face. Rahul joined in with a smile as he watched over his old and new girlfriends.

“But I have obeyed every one of your commands.” Sharada said, clasping the leg muscles and massaging them even harder.

“That may be true, but I don’t like your work ethic. For example, before you start work you need to say a prayer.” Priya explained.

“A prayer?” Sharada asked.

“Yes. After all, you’re in the presence of a Goddess,” Priya said pointing at herself.

Worship me!

“I’m so very sorry my Lord,” Sharada said, setting down her legs and placing the fingers of the left hand within the gaps of the right. She closed her eyes.

“I’m only going to teach you this prayer once. So repeat after me,” Priya said.

“You are thankful that I’m allowing you to breathe.”

“I thank you for allowing me to breathe,” Sharada prayed, head bowed down and eyes closed.

“And that a supreme Goddess like me has chosen a lowly human like you for a foot slave.”

“And that a supreme Goddess like you has chosen a lowly human like me for a foot slave.”

“You are thankful that a lowly worm like you even gets to look at me.”

“I am thankful that a lowly worm like me even gets to look at you, the Goddess.”

“And gets to work for me.”

“And gets to work for you.”

Priya smiled. “You are thankful that Rahul dumped you.”

Sharada’s face crumpled even more, as she struggled to start this one.

“Say it or I’ll make you say it.” Priya said.

“I’m thankful that Rahul dumped me,” Sharada said.

“And upgraded to the Goddess of beauty and power.”

“And upgraded to you, the Goddess of beauty and power.”

“You were never worthy of a man like him.”

“I was never worthy of Rahul.”

“You held him back from a good life and a good girlfriend.”

“I held him back from a good life and a good girlfriend,” Sharada wiped off tears from her eyes and resumed the prayer.

“You denied him the happiness he deserves.”

“I denied him the happiness he deserves.”

“So you are guilty of an inhuman crime.”

“I am guilty of an inhuman crime.”

“Therefore you will spend the rest of your life making up for it.”

“I will spend the rest of my life making up for it.”

“By being a good slave for me.”

“By being a good slave to you.”

““Memorize that prayer.” Priya said. “I will ask you to repeat it whenever I want.”

“I will, my Lord.”

“For now, I want you to sit straight.” Priya said, placing one foot on the other knee. “And worship my beautiful feet.”

Sharada turned towards Priya’s feet and prayed to them.

“That’s right. Now, gather some of my foot dust using your thumb.” Priya showed the girl the bottom of her feet. Sharada ran her thumb through the dusty surface and gathered the black-brown dust. “And rub it between your eyebrows.” Sharada began to cry as she tried to move her hands closer to her head. “What is wrong?”

“Priya, the spot between the eyebrows is has religious significance…”

“So what?” Priya asked. “I am your Goddess and you belong to my religion. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” Sharada ran a line of dust between her eyebrows and closed her eyes.

“Now get back to work.” Priya said, stretching out her legs. Sharada continued the leg massage.

“Wow, that was awesome.” Rahul said, wrapping his arms around Priya’s shoulders. “The prayer, the rituals.”

“Thank you,” Priya blushed. “She deserves it, right?”

“Of course she does.” Rahul kissed her cheek.

“You know, I’ve had many foot slaves in the past. I mean many many.” Priya mused.

“Alright, go on.” Rahul smiled.

“But I’ve never had a female slave before.” Priya said. She lifted up her legs and knocked her feet against Sharada’s face. The subservient saluted the Mistress and resumed her leg massage. “Something is just wrong, I’m not able to put my finger on it.”

“She was my girlfriend for a long, long time,” Rahul said. “Think about how angry that makes you…how badly you want to hurt her.”

“I don’t think it’s an anger issue. Just looking at her pisses me off,” Priya observed. “I think it’s her looks that bother me.”

“Oh come on, you’re much much prettier than her,” Rahul said, grabbing her shoulder and attempting a kiss, but Priya didn’t respond in her usual way this time.

“That’s not enough, Rahul.” Priya caught Sharada’s face and placed her chin over her lap. “I want her to be like really ugly. Uglier than my ass!”

“Your ass is super gorgeous,” Rahul said, bending over and kissing the back of Priya’s skirt.

“In which case, I want her face to be uglier than her own ass.” Priya said.

“That way I can feel better about this girl crawling under my feet.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” Rahul smiled in anticipation.

“I’m going to kick her face so hard, in so many places…” Priya began.

Sharada moved closer and hugged Priya’s legs. “Please you, my Lord. I beg for your forgiveness.”

“Look at her begging me.” Priya laughed. “Are you just afraid of taking more kicks or do you really understand what you’re asking my forgiveness for?”

“I do understand you, my Goddess.” Sharada said. “Most of your foot slaves are ugly. I’m not ugly enough to work for your divine feet.”

“That’s right. You aren’t ugly enough to be my foot slave. And being sorry doesn’t help fix that now, does it?” Priya asked.

“I guess it doesn’t.” Sharada bowed down.

“I can only forgive you if your face is smashed into pieces. So you’re going to shut the fuck up and take my kicks to your face.” Priya said. Sharada nodded fearfully. “Sit over there now, slave!” The forceful words pushed the girl away and she looked up to the Goddess, offering her face for a kick. In an instant, the deadly long legs went up and smashed into her face, the heel bone crushing its way through her cheeks. Before she could recover, the other leg went up and battered into her face. The merciless legs came down one after another, like a nasty rain that took out as much of Sharada’s face skin as it did her dignity and pride. Kick after kick kept pounding in, her throat wasn’t given the time to even muster up a scream. Between individual kicks, she saw Rahul’s face, shameless but essential as her very breath- he had her on first sight, he had her for life, he had her even if he’d moved on to the most cruel girlfriend in the world.

“Ahh!” Priya paused the pounding, while still retaining herself in a position to kick more. She caught her face and checked her progress, then threw it down displeased. “My legs are starting to hurt from kicking your face so hard,” she smiled. “Why don’t you go into my veranda and fetch me my boots like a nice doggie?”

Sharada felt dizzy but crawled herself up; she barely had enough strength for that but she turned back and slithered into the veranda, opened up the shoe rack and picked up Priya’s massive boots- long, black leathery footwear that were over twelve inches long and had heels harder than her own bones. She couldn’t believe she was facilitating her own beating, but here she was. Her body seemed to be obeying every command without being permitted by her brain. She crawled over and unzipped the boots, waiting for Priya’s legs to go into them and then zipped them close herself.

“Good doggie,” was all she got in thanks. “Now show me your face again.” The iconic booted legs went up again and crushed into her face even harder than before. Her skin began to crack open from the merciless beatings and even though she fell down she continued to offer her face for more. Kick followed kick, the dusty, solid boot bottoms began to penetrate into her bloodstream and spread into her body. The surface of her skin crumped and matched the marking on the bottoms of her boots. “Do you think she’s ugly enough for me?” Priya asked Rahul.

“Hmm, maybe a little more, a little harder would do it.” Rahul said.

The nightmarish legs went up again, they seemed to rejoice making their journey down to her face and brutally turning her once pretty face into ugly mounds of blue-black skin. Sharada couldn’t resist any more, she lay down and took some more kicks before she passed out of consciousness.

“Now that looks more like a foot slave. A worthless insect that deserves to be crushed under my feet.” Priya said. Proud of her work, she opened her arms and captured Rahul into a luscious kiss.

Priya separated her feet by a few inches. “It’s time to see how good of a foot rug you are. Kiss the ground between my feet.”

“Yes, my Goddess.” Sharada bowed down and kissed the spot.

Priya’s feet went over her head and landed on her long, brown hair. She firmly placed herself on the slave girl’s head and felt the arches of her feet fit comfortably along the back of her head. She crushed down the girl’s head with the feet and moved them around the back of her head, wiping off her dust and scattering much of her hair all around. Sharada was forced to drool on the floor, but the harsh verdict made it all even more painful. “You’re no good!”

The slave girl felt even smaller than she already did. “My supreme Lord, please tell me what I could do to be a better foot rug for you.”

“You’re pretty hopeless. I feel like firing you right now.”

“Please, Priya. Isn’t there anything I could do? I only wish to be more useful for you.”

“Let me see…what could you possibly do?” She placed her feet on her slave’s head and moved them back and forth to wipe off the dust. “The first thing you need to work on is your head because I don’t feel good about wiping my feet on them. Your hair is just too smooth and full, I can’t have that in a foot slave.”

“I won’t use any shampoo from now on, Priya. That will make my head better for your foot wipe.” Sharada said.

“But that’s going to take ages. What could you do now to become a better foot rug?” Priya placed her chin in her hands and mused. “Come to think of it, I did have a good human foot rug once, one of my slaves. He died for me a few days back. You know what made him a really good foot rug? Guess?”

Sharada shook her head. “I can’t think of anything.”

“Well, he was bald. Completely, utterly bald.” Priya laughed as she emphasized on the word ‘bald’.

“Priya, are you suggesting that I lose my hair for you?” Sharada asked.

“That would be very nice, yes.” Priya smiled. “You wanted to be a better foot rug for me, don’t you?”

“But Priya,” Sharada cried. “I cannot shave my head. It has a bad meaning. In our culture, baldness for a woman indicates that she’s some kind of a widow, that she’s lost a husband. I’m not even married, let alone…”

“It suits you, right? You got dumped by the love of your life today.” Priya said. “Anyway, who the hell is going to see your head? You’re stuck under my feet forever. I’m never ever going to let you out.”

“Still, my Lord. Isn’t there anything else I could do? I’m willing to lick your feet clean if that’s what it takes.” Sharada hugged Priya’s feet.

”I’ll make you do that, too. But for now, I want to shave your head. Become bald for me and I might consider you a better foot rug.”

“Priya,” Sharada cried.

“You aren’t sounding like a very good slave right now. If you aren’t a good slave for me, you’ll never get to be with Rahul.” Priya said.

“Understood.” Sharada nodded. “I will give up my hair.”

Feet Worship

“That’s right.” Priya kicked her face away and got up. “To my toilet now, slave!” She walked towards her toilet and Sharada followed her on all fours. Sharada straightened up her hair as she crawled behind her mistress. “Look at that. Your long hair is getting in the way of you doing a good job for me. Such a big distraction. It’s going to be flushed down my commode now.” She opened the toilet door and let Sharada inside. “Keep your head over my toilet water,” she ordered, guiding the slave’s head over the rim of the commode.

Sharada placed her head over the commode water and saw her fearful reflection in the water. She then gathered her straight, falling hair and brought all of it over into the commode in one painful breath. Priya picked up an electric shaver from the shelf and turned it on. With ruthless inaccuracy, she pushed down the machine on her slave’s hair and moved it across the scalp. Sharada witnessed all her hair, the beautiful brown hair that she’d worked so hard to maintain her whole life dropping away strand by strand into the commode water. Within minutes, she was completely bald, she cried at her own ugly reflection in the water. Much, if not all of her beauty came from the full head of hair. All of that was now replaced with a shiny bald scalp, revealing the shape of her skull.

“Let me look at you.” Priya said. Sharada sat up and bowed down, allowing her head to be inspected by her ruthless owner. “Yeah, I think that’s a better look for you. Anyway, look at all your hair down there and say goodbye.”

Sharada watched all of her hair floating on the water surface. Priya pulled the flush and they all disappeared down the drain.

Sharada placed her bald head on the floor before Priya. “I hope I am a better foot rug for you now, my Queen.”

Priya placed her feet on the bald head and felt the rough scalp through the bottom of her feet as she moved her feet back and forth embedding her foot dust in her slave’s head. “Wow, you are definitely a better foot rug. Your head certainly feels better to wipe my feet on. What about you? Don’t you feel good about being able to serve me better?”

Sharada held back her tears as she kissed the ground. “Yes, Mistress.”

Priya walked over to her bed and sat on one end of it. She then laid down and looked under. “Hey, loser! Are you still there?” She could see Srinath’s eyes glaring at her in the darkness, he was laying there exactly the way she’d left him- hands bound together with tight ropes, restrained to a vertical space of less than twenty inches.

“Where else could I be?” he asked.

“Oh come on. Don’t get all angry with me, you got yourself in this mess.”

“Priya, we haven’t had even one conversation about our relationship without Rahul in the room. Please just give me that one benefit. Please.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to converse with you about anything. I’ve said everything I needed to say. Now, come on out, there’s someone I want you to meet,” she said. He crawled and twisted his way out from under the bed to touch his forehead to her feet. Priya caught him by the neck and helped him up.

“You’re not even going to untie me?” Srinath asked.

“Nope,” Priya said, dragging him through the door to her living room. She pushed him over to the couch, on which Rahul was seated and teasing his ex-girlfriend kneeling down before him. Priya made him kneel down next to the slave girl and sat herself on the couch. “You both should really meet each other- you’ve got so much in common. Both of you come closer to me, now.” The slaves obeyed, walking on their knees to get closer to their Mistress.

Couple at Priya's feet

Priya stretched out her left leg and touched Srinath’s forehead with her toes. “This is the guy that I dumped today,” she explained to Sharada. “His name’s Srinath.” The slaves exchanged a subtle smile. “Untie his ropes.” Priya ordered. Sharada walked over to him and undid the knots that bound him. “Her name’s Sharada. Rahul dumped her today.”

“Thanks, Sharada.” Srinath said with a pleasant smile, shaking his freed hands in the air.

“You both are so damn similar, it’s just uncanny.” Priya said. “Srinath is so damn obsessed with me, he doesn’t mind being my slave for the rest of his life, just so he can be around me. I dumped him and punished him, but he’s still here. So he works as Rahul’s slave.”

Priya then moved her foot from Srinath’s head to Sharada’s. “This girl. I’ll never understand what her problem is. She’s been with Rahul for almost ten years, she was never fully happy with him but she believes that he is her property. She still believes that Rahul’s going to get back with her. She’s like one of those boring, conservative wives.”

Priya’s feet dropped to the floor. “You know what? This is very painful for me. Both of you are such attractive, good looking people. At least, you used to be before taking this punishment from us. I mean, look at you,” she caught Srinath’s chin, “so handsome, well-built and rich. You could have had any girl you wanted.”

“Except you?” Srinath asked.

“Except me.” Priya lost her smile in an instant. “And you. You are like the second prettiest girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Second prettiest?” Sharada asked.

“After me of course.” Priya said. “I’m sure guys hit on you all the time.”

“They do, actually.” Sharada almost had a smile. “But Rahul was my first…”

“He was the first. That’s the point. Are you going to spend the rest of your life waiting for him back, just because he was the first?” Priya asked.

“I’ve never fallen in love before or after…” Sharada began.

“You see? Both of you are so old fashioned. Neither of you understands the concept of moving on with life. If you did, you wouldn’t be sitting here after taking that kind of punishment from us.” She caught Srinath’s collar and bent over. “Go home, asshole!”

“Priya, life without you would be like death. You may as well just kill me instead,” Srinath replied.

“You,” Priya caught Sharada by the top of her shirt, “go home now.”

“Not without Rahul I won’t,” Sharada shook her head.

“There you go!” Priya said, shifting her hands between the two slaves. “You’re both are the same person. In fact, I think the two of you should hook up right here, right now. I’m going to set up a date between the two of you.”

The slaves exchanged a nervous glance. Priya continued. “The first step would be a romantic dinner. Srinath, go to my kitchen and bring my dustbin here.”

“You said dinner?” Srinath asked.

“Yes. You’re a slave. You know what slaves eat for dinner? Garbage.” Priya said. “Go bring my dustbin or I’ll make you.” Srinath crawled into the kitchen, brought over the little dustbin and placed it at Priya’s feet. “Now, the rules for this dinner date. Each one of you is going to take turns picking up an object from my dustbin and feeding it to the other slave. This is going to go on until my garbage is completely disposed of.”

“Priya, please. You’re making us eat garbage,” Srinath pleaded.

This is what slaves eat for dinner! Garbage.

“Either that or you both go home.” Priya smiled. The slaves gazed nervously at their dinner, random garbage strewn all around the little plastic bin. Priya lightly tapped Sharada’s face with her feet. “You go first.” Sharada picked up a banana peel with her shivering hands and held it out her hand. Srinath opened his mouth wide and gobbled up the tasteless yellow peel off her hands. Priya and Rahul shared a good laugh with each other. “She made him eat a banana peel. What is he going to do now?” Srinath picked up a rotten tomato from the dustbin and held it out for Sharada to eat. “Oooh.” The couple looked away to avoid watching the slaves eat their garbage. Sharada cried as she slowly chewed and swallowed the stinking tomato from his hands. The couple picked out some onion peels, a few apple cores, some empty packets and such other objects out of the dustbin and fed them to each other.

The couple laughed and clapped as Sharada fed the last object from the bin, a paper bag to Srinath. “That was a nice, romantic dinner for you both. Now, Srinath is going to rescue Sharada from grave danger.” Priya stretched out her legs. “Both of you sit one behind the other and carry my legs on your shoulders.” Srinath sat before Priya and held her thighs on his shoulder while Sharada sat behind him and supported Priya’s lower legs on her shoulders. “Now I’m going to kick Sharada’s face fifty times. You’re kneeling right in front of me; my feet will land flat on your face so my kicks are going to hurt really bad. However, there’s a romantic element involved.” Priya grinned as she looked at the two slaves carrying her legs. “Srinath can choose to accept my kicks on Sharada’s behalf as many times as he wants.”

“I will take all fifty kicks, Priya.” Srinath said after some hesitation.

“Ahh, superman to the rescue!” Priya looked to Rahul and smiled. “He will sacrifice his own body to protect the girl he just met. If that’s not romance, I don’t know what is!”

Rahul got up and walked over to Srinath. “I’m going to hold you with my shoulder lock, so you don’t fall off while taking my girlfriend’s kicks.” He took his hands from under Srinath’s shoulders, brought up his hands behind the slave’s head and locked them together in a tight grip. He then pulled the lock upwards, making him hold up his head for Priya to kick.

Priya rested both her feet on her ex-boyfriend’s face. She began the assault by taking her left leg back and bringing it forward in a swift, powerful motion, giving him a hard kick to his cheekbones. “One.” Without leaving even a moment for taking a breath, Priya took back her right leg and kicked his head. “Two.” Rahul’s grip got tighter and tighter through each kick, holding him firmly in place to take the next assault. “Three.”

Within minutes, the kick count reached fifty and Rahul released the shoulder lock, allowing Srinath to drop to Priya’s feet, bruised and bleeding out. The Mistress looked to Sharada. “He took all fifty kicks for you. How do you plan on repaying him for the gesture of love?” The slave girl bowed down and shrugged. “Of course you don’t know. It’s quite a sacrifice he made for you. Anyway, it’s time for the two of you to kiss each other good night.”

Srinath shook himself and tried to recover from the beating he’d taken. “Ooh, look how excited he is to finally kiss a girl’s cheek,” Priya laughed. Before he could begin his reply, she caught Sharada’s face and made her head lie flat next to her seat. “Of course I won’t let to kiss this girl just like that. She’s not ready for that yet. Her face smells really bad, like my boots.” Priya said, placing the girl’s face even closer to her skirt. “You will get to kiss her only after I am done making her face smell sweet.”

“What does that mean, Priya?” Sharada asked in a fit of nervousness.

“I’m going to expose you to a wonderful smell after which you’ll be ready to kiss Srinath.” Priya stood up, lifted up her skirt and brought down her panty-clad buttocks over the helpless slave girl, covering much of her face underneath. She then caught the girl’s hands in hers, making her suffocate fully under her bums. “Hahaha. Get ready to breathe my wind.” Priya bounced her buttocks on the girl’s face for a few moments before letting go of a loud, rotten burst of gas. The noise blasted through the living room, followed by a sudden hush.

“Now that’s what I call a good stinkface!” Priya stood up and pushed Sharada toward Srinath. “Check out how sweet she smells now!” she ordered. Srinath stepped forward and closed his eyes, taking a breath of the nasty smell clouding around her face. “Come on love bird, kiss her face now!” He went forward and kissed the girl’s stinking face. As he laid his lips on her skin, he could taste some of the leftover vapor making its way to his tongue- it felt like he’d just kissed garbage.

“Oh, you’re both so in love. It looks like we’ll have to tie you up to prevent you from cuddling with each other.” Priya said.

Priya supervised Sharada and Srinath in the kitchen as they cut up a potato into fine little rectangular pieces and poured it into the curry boiling over the stove. “That smells very nice. Here, let me have a taste,” Priya said. Sharada picked up a spoon and offered a sampling of the curry they were preparing to her Mistress. “That’s not bad at all! It’s almost worth keeping you guys alive for your culinary skills. Now serve this to me and Rahul.”

“We don’t get to eat?” Sharada asked.

“No way in hell.”

“Why not, Priya?” Srinath asked. “How will we work for you if we don’t get any food?”

“Hello! Flash news!” Priya said. “I don’t care if either one of you drop dead right here. You’re both slaves, nothing but obsessive ex-partners holding on to us for things that are never going to happen.” The cuckolds looked down in fear. “As long as you’re going to stick around, your life is nothing but punishment, is that understood?”

This is your dinner!

“I’m sorry,” Srinath bowed down and continued the cooking.

“That’s right. I will arrange to keep you alive as long as I want you alive. Now cook our dinner and serve us, quickly!”

He went over to the cupboard and took out a packet of wheat. “I will use this to make the rotis,” he said to Priya, who was still glaring at him.

“Go ahead!” Priya said.

Minutes later, the cuckold couple brought over two plates containing rotis and the delicious curry to Rahul and Priya, who were seated in the living room couch. Srinath and Sharada knelt down before the couple and watched them as they began to eat. “They do cook very well.” Rahul said.

“Yeah they do.” Priya said. “Now let’s see how well they can entertain us while we have dinner.”

Sharada bowed down and kissed Priya’s feet. “What do you want us to do for you, my Lord?”

“Now that’s a good question.” Priya grinned. “Since we are too busy eating to hit you slaves, you’re going to slap each other.” The slaves exchanged confused glances with each other. “Each of you will take turns slapping the other slave. Rahul and I are going to judge each slap. The one who can deliver the hardest slap gets to eat our leftovers. The loser won’t get any dinner at all.” Priya said. The slaves were physically stuck; they couldn’t believe the instructions they were just given.

“I have to slap this girl?” Srinath asked, his lips shivering from the predicament.

“Yes. You’ll have to slap her as hard as you can.” Priya said, digging into her plate. “Start quickly. Come on, I want some dinner time entertainment.”

“But Priya, I’ve never hurt a girl before. It goes against all my beliefs. Isn’t there anything else we can do for your entertainment?” Srinath asked. “Please.” He bowed down to kiss his ex-girlfriend’s feet.

“You most certainly have hurt a girl before.” Priya pointed to herself.

“Not physically, Priya.” Srinath argued.

“Being a boring boyfriend for two long months is more hurtful than any sort of physical attack.” Priya said. “What the fuck? Do you want to be my slave or do you want to go home?”

“Your slave my Lord.” Srinath said.

“Then this is the game we’re going to play now.” She nudged Sharada’s neck using her feet. “You start. Give him a hard slap for me. Come on.”

Sharada got up and knelt before Srinath. She raised her hand and gently slapped his face. “Oh my God, you’re such a sissy.” Priya said.

“That’s like the softest slap in the history of the universe.” Rahul said. “Srinath, it’s your turn. Come on, I’m sure you can do a better job.”

Srinath closed his eyes and swung his hands hard, landing a hard slap to Sharada’s face. He made quite a noise with the slap and took her down with the explosive hit. “Wow, that was nice!” Rahul said.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Priya asked, rubbing her feet on her slave’s bald head. “Come on, girl! I want you to win this.” Sharada sat up, took her hand back and swung her hand in a full circle, landing quite a hard slap to his cheeks. Priya placed her legs on Srinath. “Wait a second. We need to take a time-out. I think Sharada should get a practice run. She has almost no strength, so let’s give her ten slaps for practice.”

“Alright, but just ten of them.” Rahul said with some hesitation.

Priya kicked Sharada’s head. “You’ve got ten chances. Learn to slap him properly first.”

Sharada cried as she took her hand back and delivered a hard slap. “No, no, no. Your technique is all wrong.” Priya said. “Here, watch how I do it. You, come to my feet!” she ordered Srinath. While still keeping the plate in her right hand, Priya’s left hand went up and blasted its way through her ex-boyfriend’s cheeks, making him drop to the floor. “Boom! That’s how it’s done. Got it?” Priya asked. Sharada nodded, barely able to open her eyes to the violence.

Srinath got up from Priya’s slap a minute later. “Let me see whether you’ve learned anything. Go ahead, slap him!” Priya said. Sharada sat up and tried her best to copy Priya’s action with another slap, almost succeeding at the same level of intensity. Srinath’s cheeks turned into a bright red color and his eyes began welling up with tears. “You’re almost doing it right. Let me see some more hatred.” Sharada gave him a few more intense slaps. “Yes, yes. That’s pretty good.” Priya snapped her fingers as encouragement to her slave. “More, more!”

“I think the ten slaps are up,” Rahul said.

“Oh okay. Let the game continue.” Priya announced. Srinath was livid from being slapped by two girls, and irrespective of their intentions, he wanted to give some back. He took his right hand behind his back and returned a furious slap to Sharada’s face- it was so hard and the landing was so perfect that her ears stopped working. “I quit,” she screamed and retreated to the corner of the room, crying.

The couple looked at each other, nearly silenced by the intensity of the last slap. “I guess he won that game.” Priya said.

“By a long way.” Rahul nodded, aghast.

Priya gathered up leftovers from both the plates, spluttered her saliva all over them and offered it to Srinath. “This is your prize, you can eat our leftovers.”

Srinath dug his face into the plate and gobbled up his dinner, while Sharada cried in her corner. “I bet you really hate this guy now?” Priya asked her.

“I don’t hate him. He did what he had to do.” Sharada said, rubbing her cheeks.

“Ahh, look at the love between these two people.” Priya smiled. “It’s kiss and make up time for you two.”

Srinath finished the leftovers and looked up to her. “What do you mean, Priya?”

“You’re both going to kiss each other right now and make up. And don’t worry, I won’t stink your face this time.” Priya said. “Go on, now!”

Srinath approached Sharada and looked into her fearful, nervous eyes. “I’m so sorry I had to hurt you.” He wiped off a tear from her cheek and hugged her waist. More tears streamed out of her eyes, as she went forward and kissed his cheek. The slaves held each other and continued to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Kiss him properly,” came Priya’s orders from above. They moved forward to make lip contact and kissed for a few moments. “What’s all the nervousness for? It’s like neither of you knows how to kiss.”

“Priya, it just makes me feel a little guilty.” Srinath explained.

“What for? I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I kissed Rahul right in front of you. This is your shot at redemption. Go for it.” Priya said. The couple grabbed each other by the neck and shared a long, luscious kiss before their masters. “That’s somewhat better. Now,” Priya dropped back into her couch, “I want the two of you to take off all your clothes.”

“Priya, you can’t be serious.” Srinath said.

“Of course I’m serious. What the hell is all this resistance for? For once I’m actually giving you guys a gift and you still talk back.” Priya folded her hands together and watched as the slaves to take off their clothes before her. Once unclothed, they looked to her for instructions. “Are you kidding me? You have no idea why I made the two of you strip?”

Srinath looked at Sharada’s body and shrugged. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes and allowed him to do as he pleased, she was powerless to resist Priya’s orders. Srinath kissed her cheeks, her lips, her neck and her breasts, then continued backwards until he got a huge erection. He then grabbed his dick and turned the girl around. Sharada let out a few more drops of tears as he guided his way into her vagina.

“Oh dear Lord, you both are so boring!” Priya said. “It’s like watching ice melt. Alright, that’s enough. Stop crying, put on your clothes and follow us into the bedroom, we’ll show you how it’s done.”

“You should see what I have planned out for us. Come, everyone follow me to the big bedroom!” Priya walked towards her bedroom, and opened the door. “Voila!” she said. Rahul and the two slaves walked into the bedroom. It was a small but extremely posh room- there was a large double bed laid out neatly with the soft velvet cushions and pillows. Next to the bed was a four feet square metallic kennel, made entirely of metallic bars.

“Wow, this is one hell of a bedroom. You are like the neatest girl ever,” Rahul said.

“Thank you. Actually it was all done by one of my slaves.” Priya said.

“Is that so? Anyway, it takes a good sense of neatness to even get this kind of work done from other people.” Rahul said. “And what’s with the kennel over there?” Rahul asked.

Cuckold couple

“Oh, it was lying around in the attic. I guess the previous owner had a dog or something. Anyway, we will sleep over there,” Priya said, pointing to the bed. “And the slaves will sit in that small kennel and watch us having sex.” She turned to the slaves. “You’re going to enjoy watching us make love to each other.”

Srinath bowed down, grabbed Priya’s feet and hugged them. “Please, Priya. Not that tiny little kennel. Let us just sleep on the floor. We won’t make a noise, or trouble you in any way.”

“No, I can’t allow that. Come on, people. We’re giving you the time of your lives. You get to watch Rahul satisfy me like you never could, and she gets to watch Rahul.” Priya said. She opened up the little door to the kennel. “The only thing you’re not getting for this show is comfortable seating. Come on, doggie. Get in there.” Srinath frowned at her as he crawled closer towards the contraption. Priya blew out a couple of air kisses in his general direction. “Now that’s a good doggie. Quiet doggies are good doggies.” Srinath sat back towards the back-side metallic bars that held up the low, metallic roof of the structure. “Come here, slave.” Priya called out to Sharada. The slave girl crawled closer to the kennel and tried to squeeze inside. “Make some room for her, you idiot,” Priya lashed out at her ex. Srinath sat up and attempted to occupy lesser space as he held Sharada’s hand and helped her into the kennel. Priya closed the kennel and locked it using a small chain. “Nice couple of dogs.” Priya calmed down to her cute voice again.

Rahul went forward and smiled at the inmates as he bolted the kennel shut. He walked over to the bed and sat with his legs stretched out on one side of the bed. Priya moved closer to him. She had a weak smile on her face and her eyes were unfocused.

“Wow, those are your bedroom eyes?” Rahul said.

“What does it look like I want to do?” Priya grinned.

“All I know is, I don’t want to stop you even for one moment.” Rahul said. Priya leapt forward and opened up her mouth wide to gorge his lips into a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he said, his lips still touching hers.

“And I love you even more.” Priya giggled.

“You seem a little drunk.” Rahul said.

“I’m drunk with love. ‘Cause you know how I hate alcohol,” Priya said, going down for another kiss.

“Yeah,” Rahul said. “You know what we should do? We should celebrate our love in a big way.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“How about a romantic vacation to Goa? We could have a little pre-honeymoon, have a great time outside with each other.” Rahul said.

“That’s a little extravagant. How do you plan on paying for something like that?” Priya asked.

“We’ll ask them to pay for it.” Rahul said, pointing to the kennel.

“Hmm, that’s clever.” Priya said. She walked over to the kennel and saw Srinath struggling to sit down in the little kennel. “I’m afraid this show isn’t free. I order you to give me your credit card.” She stretched out her hand.

Srinath swallowed and pushed his chest forward to prepare himself for disobedience. “I won’t give you my credit card unless you let me out of this stupid kennel,” He said in a single, firm breath. He noticed her expression turning angry; that could never lead to any good. “Please Priya. I’m not asking for much. Just treat me like a human being.”

“No, I can’t let you out. How else can I teach you to stop acting like a dog?” Priya said.

“In that case you don’t get my credit card.” Srinath stated.

You can't have me but you can have these panties

“I’ll just have to convince you then,” Priya turned around and unhooked her skirt, letting it drop to the floor silently. She twisted her beautiful pair of assets left, then right, then left and right. Srinath’s heart began to pound like he was about to perform a moon landing. She grasped the cloth of her red laced panties and continued to twist her butt around. “If you give me your credit card for this trip, I’ll give you the panties that I’m wearing right now.” Priya said.

“Oh my dear sweet Lord!” Srinath said, grabbing his midsection like it was about to explode. Sharada pushed him away in angst. “Hey, watch yourself. There isn’t enough room for all that in here.”

“Where’s your card?” Priya turned around and asked. Srinath pulled out his wallet from his pocket and handed it over to her. “Good doggie.” Priya took the wallet and walked over to the cupboard to take out her laptop. She settled next to Rahul on her bed and logged on to the railway ticket reservation site. “How many tickets should I buy?”

“That depends on whether we’re taking these losers with us,” Rahul said.

“I suppose they should get to watch us on our practice honeymoon,” Priya smiled. “Four tickets, Bangalore to Goa. Here we go”

“Buy only two return tickets.” Rahul whispered. Priya winked in reply and clicked away on the computer.

“Hey, that’s not fair. What are we supposed to do in Goa? You’re just going to abandon us there?” Sharada asked.

“Exactly!” Rahul said. “Don’t worry, we have a plan for you.” Priya soon completed the ticket purchases and set aside the laptop.

Rahul grabbed the bottom of Priya’s black t-shirt and pulled it upwards. She paused for a moment to take her shirt off her sholders and the top of her head, revealing her firm, shapely breasts covered in a red bra and her smooth rock solid belly.

“I wanted to ask you one personal question.” Priya said. Rahul nodded. “Do you like breasts or bums or legs?”

“Priya, your body is completely, utterly…” Rahul began.

“I know how perfect my body is. But every man likes one more than the others.” Priya said. “What’s your fetish?”

“I guess I just have a fetish for incredible beauty,” Rahul said, grabbing her breasts together and leaned forward to kiss them. His hands seized the small of her back. He kissed the left boob, then the right and allowed his lips to saunter around her cleavage. There was a bulge near the zip of his pants, which began to grow rapidly.

Rahul took off his pants even as he kissed the beautiful angel’s breasts. Priya caught her boyfriend’s underpants and tugged them all the way down. “Sharada, this is for you,” she said, throwing in Rahul’s briefs.

“Where are your panties, Priya?” Srinath asked.

“In a minute, patience boy!” Priya bent her knees and gently made her butt hover over Rahul’s erect penis; pushing it this way and that as she rubbed the silky surface of her panties against it. She began feeling it get bigger and bigger every second, standing more and more erect until it stood a perfect right angle. She then stood up, took off the red panties and threw it to her ex-boyfriend in the cage. Srinath clasped it in his hands and sniffed them- his eyes closed as he inhaled the beautiful scent into his lungs and every fiber of his being felt high.

The couple caught each other’s hands and touched their chests together. Priya carefully sat over her lover’s penis and guided it into the cave of her buttocks. “Aaaah!” she screamed as she pushed it inside and sat herself down on his midsection. She bent forward to kiss his neck and lifted up her butt a few inches to bring them down hard again. Another loud scream shook the silent bedroom. Rahul caught her butt cheeks in his hands and squeezed them tight, guiding them up, then down, then up and down over and over again.

“Tell me how much you’re enjoying this show.” Priya said, jumping up and down and wiping off huge beads of sweat from her forehead.

“There’s nothing to enjoy, it’s all torture.” Srinath said.

“Oh don’t give me that crap. You both wouldn’t be here, taking so much punishment from us unless you enjoyed watching me with Rahul. The sooner you admit it, the better it is for both of us.”

“I can’t.” Srinath watched the girl’s balls bouncing over and over in delightful bliss. “Alright,” he smiled. “I derive a lot of happiness from your happiness. Seeing you this way does make me a little happy.”

“There you go! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Priya let out an exhausted laugh. “Now, I want to hear a confession from you.” She pointed to Sharada.

“Me?” Sharada smiled. “I’m getting more and more pissed every moment.”

“That’s not what your face is telling me.” Priya said, bending over and grabbing Rahul’s penis. “Look at this erection. Have you ever made him this big in your life?”

“It’s not a competition. And if it is, I just lost very badly. Why would I be happy?” Sharada asked, trying hard to conceal her smile.

“Because Rahul’s getting something you could not ever imagine giving him.”

“I guess that’s true.” Sharada said, gaping at her ex’s massive erection.

“So you both enjoy being in pain and watching us have sex. The confessions are out!” Priya laughed. She dismounted from Rahul’s penis, got up, walked towards the cage and stood over the cuckolds. The slaves responded to her approach with a smile. “You enjoying my panties, boy?”

“Priya, your panties are all I can have. I’m going to enjoy them with every fiber of my being.” Srinath said.

“You will be my slave just to be around me, you will sniff my panties while another man sleeps with me. That’s an unhealthy obesession, it can’t lead to anything good.” Priya shook her head and turned back to Rahul, who was up and walking towards her. He wrapped his arms around her belly and picked up Priya’s hair to kiss her nape. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss and the slight tickle. Rahul then placed his foot on top of the cage.

“No, please no.” Srinath cried.

Rahul pushed his foot inside the cage to place it on Srinath’s head. The contorted ex-boyfriend couldn’t help but accept his fate- he couldn’t even bring up his hands in defense. He watched as Priya stood over him and he guided his stupendous dick into her body again. She bent over and brought her face close to Srinath’s within the cage. As Rahul went back and forth into her vagina, Priya screamed stright into her ex-boyfriend’s face. “Ahhhh! Oh my lord, Rahul!” He watched her sweaty face screaming in the euphoria. There was nothing to do but bow down to sniff her panties again. “You should really feel this man’s penis at least once in your life. It’s a freaking masterpiece of manhood! You are nothing compared to him.” She screamed over and over again, forcing him to watch the penetration even as Rahul’s dirty feet crushed into his head.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, you small dicked loser?”

Srinath shrugged. “I’m happy for you?”

“You better be really happy. God, I don’t even care anymore. Aaah!” Priya moved and dropped on the bed. Rahul approached from the foot of the bed, grabbing her legs up and piloting himself into her vagina again. He caught her naked breasts and penetrated over and over. Priya screamed louder and louder with each push until she broke into a loud moan. She dropped deeper into the bed, weak from an overjoyed orgasm. Soon, her head began to turn in random directions. Rahul landed his body next to hers as he watched her smile, her excited, ample breasts move up and down from her heavy breaths. He watched as her eyes gently closed into a blissful dream.

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.

“When is the train supposed to arrive?” Priya asked as her eyes followed the empty railway track away into the distance. She was seated on the green bench of the crowded railway platform along with Rahul. Srinath and Sharada stood by the bench, watching over the couple’s bags placed on the ground.

Rahul checked his watch. “In about five minutes,” he said.

“Cool.” Priya popped a bit of bubble gum into her mouth and began to chew. She turned back and looked at the slaves standing with their luggage. “And how much did you guys enjoy being our coolies?”

“We’ve suffered much worse punishments from you, my Goddess,” Sharada said.

“I know,” Priya said, lowering the sides of her lips as if she were crying. Srinath found himself turned on even with that move- she looked spectacular in any set of clothes, wearing any sort of expression on her face. This instance, she was wearing her white cotton shirt and her bright red shorts. Her glowing legs seemed to attract random men into a circle around her- they couldn’t take their eyes off them, and she was accustomed to that level of magnetism.

Rahul wrapped his arms around Priya’s legs and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Ooh, what was that for?” she asked.

“Look at all these men around us. They’re attracted to those legs like moths to a flame.” A few of the men dispersed from the action, only to be replaced by more and more. They were all just watching the girl’s legs like they would a thrilling movie scene and none of them were subtle about it. One of them even joined their hands and bowed down from a distance before walking away. “Hey, what the hell was that for?” he called out to the man.

“I’ve never seen a Goddess like that before, in real life.” He answered. “A girl as beautiful as that,” he pointed to Priya, “can be no less than a Goddess.”

“Of course she’s a Goddess.” Rahul smiled at the man and kissed her again. “And I am God among men!” He finished a luscious lip lock with the girl and looked down at the man. “Now get out of my sight!” The man walked into the crowd and faded away.

“You know what? I’m actually not okay with this,” Priya said. “I need to actually solve this problem.” She turned back and called out to her slaves. “The two of you, come here and sit in front of my legs,” she said, pointing to the floor before her. “I wanted to dress light for travel, didn’t think this would happen.” The slaves sat before her on their knees and blocked the view, but the crowd still stood in their places, mesmerized, stunned and hungry for more.

“These are perfect travel clothes for sure,” Rahul said. “It’s just that women don’t generally show so much skin in our culture. Screw society!”

“Yeah, screw these losers.” Priya said. In the distance, a train whistle sounded- it was approaching the station fast. Priya stood up and snapped her fingers. “Hey, slave! Turn around,” she ordered Srinath. He obeyed in a flash. “I want to climb up on your shoulder. Help me up.” He locked his hands behind his back, serving them to the girl as a foot step to climb over his body. With one step on them and one on his back, she was up on his shoulder. Srinath struggled to stand still as the girl’s climbed up, her sandals poking into his skin as she went over his shoulder and placed her thighs on each of his shoulders. She caught his head and settled in her high seat. Srinath closed his eyes and rubbed his chin against her thighs for a moment, enjoying their feel and weight. The crowd became larger, everyone gathered to get a glimpse of the girl’s wonderful legs, which were now even more clearly visible.

“Move towards the train,” she instructed her ex-boyfriend. Srinath began the short ride, stepping towards the door of the train. Everyone made way for him- Priya’s very presence cut through the crowd like a hot knife through butter. The train arrived and one of the doors landed on the platform right next to them. “Hello!” Priya called out to the crowd. “Hi! Is everyone listening?”

The men continued to gaze at the wondrous creature before their eyes, some forgetting to even blink. There was dead silence in the crowd even as the charismatic girl began to speak.

“Well,I want to see all you men to get down on your knees. Kneel down exactly where you’re standing!” Priya ordered, perched on Srinath’s shoulders. One by one, the men obeyed and hit their knees to the dusty ground of the platform. Soon, the area turned into a temple, with dozens of men on their knees, hands joined together and eyes fixated on the most beautiful legs they’d ever get to see in a lifetime. “Something like that. I want everyone in sight to be on their knees!” she pointed to a few men in the distance who weren’t kneeling. Influenced by the sea of worshipers, they got on their knees soon enough.

“Yes, that’s better. It is true that am a Goddess.” Priya declared. “I’m the ruler of all men everywhere, which includes each of you. Worship me!” The men obeyed fervently. “All of you should spend the rest of your lives serving me, much like this mortal whose shoulders I’m sitting on. ” she announced, pointing to Srinath. “Now, I’ve given all of you the pleasure of my presence and the chance to look at my beautiful body. In return, all of you will continue to worship me, staying exactly where you are.” Most of the men standing in front nodded, some of them continued staring at her legs with their heads bent in one angle. She whispered into Srinath’s ears, “get closer to the train door.” Srinath stepped backwards, still carrying the beautiful girl on his shoulders. She winked to Rahul and Sharada, who got into the train, walking past her with the luggage.

Priya spread out her hands. “I bless all of you. Now, I will ask for only one thing in return,” she called out to the crowd. “I’m going to get inside this train compartment now and I want it to be completely empty. As a Goddess, I need a lot of room to do my work.” Some of the men began to get a concerned look on their faces. “So all of you should go to the ticket counter and arrange some alternate way of getting to your destinations. I will, however, compensate you for the price of your tickets.” She hawked up some saliva in her mouth along with the bubble gum she was chewing and spat it out on the ground. “That is my bubble gum. You can pick it up and sell it on the internet, it’ll sell for millions!” she smiled. “You can even take a photo of me if you want.” The men in front began to pounce forth and reach for the spat out bubble gum while some of the men behind whipped out their cameras and took pictures of the most mesmerizing beauty they’d seen in life.

The train whistle sounded. Priya said “Bye bye now! And stay away from the train door,” and got Srinath to step into the empty compartment. The train began to move again. Once it was far enough, the men looked at each other and finally grasped their situation. They tried to run behind the receding train, but it was too late. Srinath bent over and let her down from his shoulder. “How many men do you think there were?” she asked him.

“Almost fifty of them, I think.” Srinath said.

“Wow. It pays to have gorgeous legs like these,” Priya said, placing her foot on one of the seats and showing off her legs. “These babies hypnotized fifty men into losing their tickets.” She bent over and kissed her own legs. “Mmmuach. The most beautiful legs in the world!” Srinath nodded in agreement and went forward to kiss them, but she walked away towards Rahul.

“We can just sit anywhere the hell we want,” Rahul said, sharing a high-five with his girlfriend. He began stretching himself and jumping around the empty compartment. “We own this place!”

“Of course we do.” Priya lied down on one of the seats. Srinath knelt down next to her, longing to touch the gorgeous legs again. “You went through quite a lot for me so I’m going to reward for your hard work. I’ll let you kiss my ass for ten seconds.”

“Thanks, Priya.” Srinath said, deep breaths of exhaustion turning into excitement.

“Look at your mouth watering, bloody ass kisser.” Priya laughed.

Srinath gave her a weak smile. He watched as Priya slept against a pillow to the side wall of the train. Her hands moved over to her shorts, she caught their sides and brought them down, revealing the top of her butt to her ex. He grabbed her legs, bent forward and placed his lips on the top of her butt-crack for ten seconds; the very best ten seconds of his life.

“How many hours left?” Priya asked Rahul, who was lying down on the train’s opposite bunker with Srinath rubbing his feet.

“We’ve got around seven hours before we reach Goa.” Rahul said, checking his watch.

“Look at our slaves.” Priya said. “They’re both obviously struggling to exchange jobs with each other.” She caught Sharada by her ear. “This girl wants to massage your legs and kiss your ass.”

Sharada hissed and cried from the pain. Priya pulled her ears some more. “Say it. Tell him what you want.”

“I want to be Rahul’s slave.”

“And?” Priya twisted her ear.

“I want to kiss his ass.” Sharada said.

“See how desperate she is?” Priya said, letting go of her ear. “How about Srinath?”

The ex-boyfriend joined his hands and retreated from Rahul. “I do. I want to kiss Priya’s ass and serve her in every possible way.”

“So, you see? Sharada has the job Srinath wants and vice versa.” Priya said. “I suppose if they did get their dream jobs they would become better slaves for us.”

“Are you suggesting that we just give them their dream jobs?” Rahul asked.

“No, they’re slaves. We don’t just give them what they want.” Priya smiled. “But we will give them a shot at earning it. We’ve got seven hours anyway. How about that, slaves? Are you up for the challenge?”

“What would we have to do, Priya?” Srinath asked.

“I’ll show you.” Priya sat up, knelt on the rubbery bunker and turned around. “I want you,” she pointed to Sharada, “to spend the next seven hours under this,” she took off her shorts and pointed to the bottom of her ass. “And Srinath has to spend the next seven hours under Rahul’s buttocks.”

“Seven hours?” Sharada asked. “That’s too much, Priya. We’ll suffocate and die by then.”

“Oh, come on!” Priya laughed. “It’ll be fun.”

“It’s always something like this.” Srinath said. “Some impossible task that nobody can do. This guy will suffocate and kill me in less than a minute if I go under his ass, and he’s eager to do that. You could just say that I’ll never ever get to work for you in my life.”

“Nothing’s going to happen!” Priya said. “It’s not an airtight situation, I’ve had slaves kissing my ass for twenty minutes at a time. It probably wouldn’t even be that difficult. It’s night, so we’re going to play one cards game and then we’ll sleep off. You may not even need to kiss us the whole time, you’d just have to make sure we don’t catch you dawdling. That’s all.”

The slaves glanced at each other, but remained quiet. “Come on, one last bit of humiliation and it’ll all be worth it.” Priya grabbed the top of her panties and shook it around, displaying her majestic back side to Srinath. “Tomorrow morning, your lips could be here,” she said, pointing to the wrinkle at the bottom of her black panties. “Imagine that.”

As if in a hypnotic trance, Srinath lied down and kept his face next to Rahul’s shorts. “I’m ready,” he said.

Rahul moved inside the bunker and took off his shorts, handing them over to his slave. Srinath folded the shorts and placed them on his neck. Rahul used the support of his hands to hoist himself upwards and moved his butt till it was directly above Srinath’s face. “Kiss it,” he taunted the slave. Srinath grabbed his butt cheeks and moved his head upwards, placing his nose directly under the crack of his blue cotton underpants. He then closed kissed the soft, fleshy center of his master’s ass, thinking only of the end result it would lead to- just a few agonizing hours of tolerating this abomination and his dreams would come true.

Priya and Sharada stared away as the men settled, with Rahul getting comfortable on his human stool. “Are you ready for me to sit on your face?” Priya asked her slave. The girl swallowed in apprehension. “You know what? Srinath’s efforts don’t count until you’re right under my ass.”

“Alright!” The bald girl nodded and bowed down, bringing her face near Priya’s seat. She lied down, facing upwards.

“That’s like a good girl.” Priya knelt over her body and dropped herself heavily on the girl’s face, making her sniff every nook and corner of her buttocks as she wiped off her sweat on her face.

The couple exchanged a smile. “Wow. They do seem determined to exchange jobs with each other.”

“Yeah,” Rahul said, twisting his ass on the slave’s face. “Let’s play cards.”

Priya reached for the bag placed in the middle bunker, opened up the side zip and pulled out a pack of cards. She shuffled them and split the deck, giving herself and her boyfriends thirteen cards each. The couple kept glancing down at their slaves, tempted to do more mischief with them, to make them lose the bet. Minutes into the game of rummy, the couple began to yawn. Priya’s eyes suddenly glinted, she had a big grin on her face.

“Hey, Sharada, you know what?” Priya got up, getting up and taking her butt a couple inches away from her slave and smiling down to her. “I have to pee.”

“So you’re going to use the toilet and come back?” Sharada asked, catching some breath.

“That would mean you wouldn’t be under my face and that means you lose the challenge.” Priya laughed.

“What are you suggesting, Priya?” Sharada closed her eyes; she knew what the answer would be.

“If you have to keep kissing me, you’ll have to take a drink.” Priya said. Rahul burst out laughing at the girl, pointing at her and bouncing slightly on his own slave’s face. “Do you want to keep your dream alive, or do you cave?”

“Please, Priya.” Sharada squeezed the mistress’s ass cheeks in a gentle massage. “Don’t make me drink your pee.”

“I want a definite answer, now.” Priya smiled. “Yes or no. Come on, you’ve heard of people drinking pee haven’t you?”

“Not normal people.”

“So you give up?” Priya began to take herself off the slave’s face.

“No, no. Wait.” Sharada said. “I guess I’ll do it.” She opened her mouth wide.

Priya took down her panties and landed on the slave girl’s face. “Get ready, slave. Here it comes!” She let out a stream of warm golden fluid out her butt and made the girl absorb every drop of it directly into her mouth. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” The choking girl coughed and closed her eyes in reply.

Srinath sat in the corner of the top bunker in a train compartment, next to Priya’s feet. She had a sleepy smile on her face as she continued to rest her head on her pillow. It was almost sunrise, the train was a few minutes away from its destination, Goa. “You just spent more than six hours under my boyfriend’s butt,” Priya said.

“Yes, Priya,” Srinath said.

Priya laughed. “How did it feel?”

“Horrible, Priya. Please don’t put me through that again, I just want to be your slave.” Srinath said.

“Come on, give me some details. What exactly happened for those many hours?” Priya asked.

“Oh, he just farts too much, he has almost no sense of hygiene. I also think he’s got some kind of digestion problem,” Srinath shook his head. He smiled as he watched his ex-girlfriend laugh; she couldn’t stop herself for over a minute. “You know, you’ve got the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever known for a girl.”

“Oh I do? Thanks.”

“The last time I heard that was in the Brindavan hotel. I played you that funny bit on my cellphone…”

“Yeah, I remember.” Priya smiled. “It was hilarious, and it’s probably why we had to break up.”

“How come?”

“It’s like each time we go on a date, you have to prepare a bunch of things on your cellphone or some other gadget, just so we have something to talk about. You always needed material to even have a conversation with me, you were never spontaneous like Rahul is.” Priya said. “I know you have a good heart and you wanted me to have a good time, but we were two different people.”

“No, that’s just something I use for the first few dates with a girl.” Srinath said. “It takes me time to get comfortable enough with a woman. I’m sure that with more time, we could have made this work.”

Priya turned over and looked at Rahul snoring away in his sleep with Sharada lying at his feet. “Are you trying to have this conversation with me just because he’s asleep?”

“No, Priya. Not at all.”

“Yes you are. You’re trying to win me back.” Priya said. “It’s never going to happen.”

“Alright. I get it.” Srinath nodded, raising his hands.

“You’re my slave.” Priya said.

“That’s exactly what I am.”

Massage, lick, clean!

“Now,” Priya said. “Let me see how well you massage my feet. Go ahead and work.” She pointed to her feet. Srinath grabbed her left foot using both his hands and began to rub them warm. “Start by squeezing each of my toes. I want to hear them pop.” He caught Priya’s big toe between his thumbs and gently squeezed them up till they made a slight cracking noise.

“Something like that?” Srinath asked.

“Yeah, good!” Priya closed her eyes and sunk back into her soft pillow. Srinath continued to render a warm rub on each of her toes and squeeze them, loosening up the bones and releasing them into barely audible cracks. He then picked up Priya’s right foot and began to work them similarly, stretching each toe until it cracked and watching the beautiful girl smile in her sleep.

Priya’s eyes opened as Srinath cracked the little toe. She wiggled her toes, flexing them to their new levels of freedom. “Hmmm, nice. Now, I want you to make my feet very warm. Place them on your face, use your hands and your breath to really heat them up.” Srinath lifted her long legs and brought up her left foot before his face. He rubbed the bottom surface using his thumbs while placing his nose right before them so he wouldn’t miss the scent of the Mistress’s feet- he inhaled and swallowed the air with closed eyes. He then began a sweep from the heel, rubbing off all the dust with his hands until her feet were the color of virgin skin. Moving the sweep up through the surface of her feet, Srinath savored the odor and kissed off every grain of dust- the fact that they came from her feet made them a gift of religious significance, not mere black dust.

Srinath took his own sweet time to reach the toes, caressing them, kissing them and rubbing them clean them so they were as beautiful as she deserved them to be. He picked up Priya’s right foot and began to toil on making them as warm and beautiful as her other foot. His shoulder muscles began to hurt, so he moved to a more precarious position towards the edge of the bunker and began her massage. It was hard to not fall in love with her feet- how she maintained them in such spectacular form or whether she was just gifted with so much natural beauty- was beyond anybody’s understanding. Srinath’s warm hands moved across the bottom surface, almost comforting her into a little nap.

As Srinath planted a kiss to her toes, Priya awoke with her legs on his lap. “Kiss it, it’s okay- don’t feel shy.” Srinath picked up the gorgeous long legs and kissed both her feet, worshipping them and savoring them as if his they were the source that made his heart beat. He moved everywhere her feet moved, although he was about to fall off the bunker.

Priya checked her boyfriend’s bunker, to see her boyfriend Rahul stirring in his sleep. “Hey, sleepy boy. Good morning!” Priya called out to him.

Rahul stretched out to reach her bunker and smiled as he looked down to his gorgeous girlfriend. “Good morning, my love,” he said. He bent over and gave her a little kiss. As the couple kissed each other, Priya’s legs moved forward from the excitement.

“Priya, you’re pushing me!” Srinath cried. The couple simply gorged each other’s lips from a different angle, ignoring him completely. The feet pushed back even more, it was too quick a movement and too late to do anything about it. He screamed in horror as he realized that he had fallen off Priya’s bunker and landed head first to the floor of the moving train.

Rahul found himself walking around the hotel bathroom, admiring every little detail of its finishing. “This has to be the most magnificent bathroom I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s almost too grand.” Priya smiled. “I’ve never ever seen the insides of such an expensive hotel.”

“Ahem!” Srinath cleared his throat. He was in the corner of the bathroom with Sharada. “You’re welcome?”

“Oh, right. You are the one who paid for all this. Thank you for spending so much on me and my new boyfriend,” Priya said, stepping closer to him.

“You didn’t have to say it like that,” he mumbled.

“Oh, you’ve already admitted it. You love doing this for me.” Priya said. “Being my slave, watching me have sex with another man- it all just turns you on.”

“No Priya,” Srinath shook his head and smiled. “That’s not even possible.”

“It’s true whether you admit it or not. Why else would you spend that kind of money on me and my boyfriend, after everything we did to you?” Priya asked. He tried to mumble a reply, but there wasn’t enough substance for his voice to even form. “I can even prove it to you physically. Look at your pants right now, you’re getting the most massive erection I’ve ever seen. And we are in a bathroom. What’s turning you on so much?”

“It’s always you Priya,” Srinath said.

“It can’t be me. I’ve been in a train for more than twelve hours, like we all have. I’m a complete, dirty mess.” Priya said. “The only explanation is that you like kneeling down before me as my slave.”

“Actually,” Srinath looked up with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve had many fantasies about us in the bathroom together.”

“Hmm, go on!” Priya said, intrigued.

“In my dream, you were wearing a white t-shirt just like the one you’re wearing now. You would get into the shower without taking it off, and it would be all wet,” Srinath stammered, “and, you know…see-through.”

“I have heard of that wet t-shirt thing.” Priya smiled, looking to Rahul and Srinath. “Women washing a car or getting wet in the rain. What’s so hot about that?”

“Oh it’s the hottest possible thing,” Rahul smiled.

“We’ll just have to see about that,” Priya said. “Tell me more about your fantasy, Srinath.”

“We both would be making love, hugging and kissing each other in the hot shower, conversing about our future together.” Srinath said.

“So, no sex?” Priya asked.

“Not really. Just kissing those Godly breasts through a wet t-shirt would be the best possible moment.”

“I never knew you were such a romantic.” Priya said. “You looked like one of those pigs who just wanted sex and more sex. At that time, I wanted the same thing.”

“I wish that I could be more for you…” Srinath said.

“Well, I’ve moved on,” Priya said. “You, on the other hand, have a lot of weird, unfinished desires that I’m only beginning to understand. I suppose they’re the reason why you enjoy being my slave.”

“Yes, Priya.”

“What about you, Sharada?” Priya asked. “What’s your biggest fantasy with Rahul?”

“No, that’s between him and me.” Sharada said.

“You think Rahul won’t tell me if I ask?” Priya asked. “Rahul, what’s her biggest romantic fantasy?”

“I have no clue.” Rahul shrugged. “Honestly, she never expressed it.”

“Tell me, please…” Priya turned to Sharada, closed her eyes and put on a pleading expression on her face. “What is it?”

“I’ve always dreamed that we would go to the top of Nandi hills in my car. We would hug each other tight, to keep ourselves from freezing to the chilling winds over there and we would be slow dancing to a romantic song.”

“Wow.” Rahul said. “How come you never told me all that?”

“I expected things would play out that way even if I didn’t try.” Sharada looked down and shook her head. “I didn’t expect you to…”

“Okay we get it.” Priya interrupted. “Did you have any particular song in this fantasy?”

“Lionel Richie’s ‘Angel’.” Sharada said. Her eyes glinted with a smile.

“That’s a great one.” Rahul cleared his throat and made an amateur attempt at singing. “‘You’re the answer to my prayers and you’re with me everywhere. You’re my angel, miracle,  you’re all I need tonight.”

“And so are you,” Priya said, catching his nose between her fingers. “Let’s hear the actual song. You’ve got it on your cellphone?”

“No, actually.” Rahul said. “There’s hardly enough space on mine for Metallica and System of a Down.”

“You and your stupid rock music.” Priya turned to Sharada. “Do you have it on your phone?”

“Of course.” She opened the media player on her phone, scrolled to the song and pushed play.

“Awesome. Pause that song for a moment. You both know what we’re going to do now? We’ll get into the hot shower and do all those things you both just described.” Priya pointed to Rahul. “Except that Rahul will be the one kissing these God-awesome breasts, and I will be the one dancing to the Lionel Richie tune. You’re both just have to kneel down here and enjoy watching us.” The slaves bowed down. “What do you say to me?”

“Thank you, Priya.” Srinath said. “Thank you, Goddess,” Sharada said.

“That’s good. Now, here you go,” Priya stepped close to the slaves and took off her sandals right before them. “You both can smell my dirty footwear.” The slaves hesitantly picked up one sandal each. She then unhooked her shorts and handed it over to Srinath. “And you’re going to wear my shorts on your head like a crown.” He obeyed, opening up her shorts and spreading it over the surface of his head. “That’s like a good slave. Now pick up my sandals and keep them on your face. I want both of you to lick them and sniff them while you watch your ultimate sexual fantasy come true.”

“Yes Priya.” Srinath said, nervously sniffing the sandals in his hands.

“Well,” she turned to Rahul. “Should we start off, then?”

“After you, my love.” Rahul said, following her to the shower taps. She turned on the hot water and felt some of the steaming water with her hands. “Come on, step in. It’ll be fun!”

“Yeah, I hear that a lot,” Priya said, making a fist and boldly stepping into the hot stream of water. “I’ve never done this with a t-shirt on. This is weird.”

“Good weird?” Rahul asked, undressing himself and stepping in.

“Icky sticky weird.” Priya said.

“In which case, you need some more water on your shirt.” Rahul turned open the taps even more, causing a high pressure shower of hot water to fall on her shirt. He went forward and kissed her on the lips, then her neck and then her breasts. He ran his hands up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting them drop through her wet shirt down to her feet. Her erect nipples became fully visible. Rahul went in for a kiss and indulged himself in her cleavage, rubbing his cheeks against the ample spheres and kissing her nipples through the soaking wet shirt. Priya closed her eyes and hugged his head, feeling and enjoying his sensual advances into her breasts with little moans of delight. “How do you feel now?”

Priya loosened her neck and let herself drop into his naked arms. She mumbled something incomprehensible, but her answer was crystal clear. Rahul clasped the small of her back and began to massage her from the spine upwards, delving her into a euphoric relaxation. He reached the upper back and kept up the pressure in circular motions. Soon, he reached into the pit of her arms and began to massage her breasts in his stream of hot water. “Wow,” Priya said with her eyes half closed, drooping from weakness.

“I know.” Rahul said, kissing the core of her breasts. “Sharada, turn on the music!” The song began to play, and Rahul massaged her ecstatic breasts with his fingers and palms dancing over their surface in tune with the song, pushing her deeper into a romantic trance. She allowed her head to fall back for a minute before straightening up and gazing into his eyes and bringing him into a kiss, whilst the hot water continued to shower on them. “Thank you so much for sharing your fantasies with us.” Rahul smiled at the slaves. “We appreciate your help in building our relationship.”

“That’s true.” Priya turned to her ex and saw him watching every moment of their indulgence with her sandals in hand and his jaws dropped loose. “You’re having a good time? Find any treasure in my sandals?” Srinath continued to stare, with no intention of replying. “Come closer.” Srinath moved closer to her, still on his knees. “I have a lot to thank you for, so I’m going to let you participate in your fantasy.”

“What?” Rahul asked.

“Don’t worry. He can only do what you allow him to do.” Priya said.

“Why would I allow him to do anything?” Rahul protested.

“I mean, he can massage my legs while you do my breasts and arms. If you allow him.”

“I didn’t think of that at all,” Rahul smiled. “You’re a genius.”

“I know.” Priya grinned.

“Hey, slave. Massage her legs and feet for me.” Rahul said with some force. Srinath obeyed eagerly, allowing himself into the wet fantasy playing out in the hot shower. He clasped the flesh of her thighs and massaged them, releasing away their stress. With a small prayer to the girl’s buttocks, he slowly and carefully covered every inch of her legs, top through bottom. He then began to do her feet, bringing his face close to her butt.

“You can kiss my ass if you want,” Priya said, turning back to her ex.

Srinath grabbed her thighs and kissed her hot, wet buttocks. He pulled down her panties and went forth with a hot, breathless kiss. “Thank you so much Priya,” he said, panting and capturing some drops of the water off her butt in his lips.

“You! Do my boyfriend’s legs.” Priya ordered Sharada. The girl moved closer to Rahul and worked his feet, his ankles and the rest of his muscular legs into a calm haven of extreme relaxation.

Priya let her hair down and shook her head, dispersing the wetness all over the bathroom. “This has to be the best honeymoon a girl can have!”

“Pre-honeymoon.” Rahul said. “A practice honeymoon if you will.”

“I can only imagine what we’ll do on our actual honeymoon.” Priya said. “I could spend the whole day right here in this hot shower.”

“Speaking of which, the Goa tour bus departs in thirty. We need to get ready for that.”

“Aww, why do we have to do that? Why can’t we spend all day right here?” Priya asked.

“You want to tell our friends that we went to Goa and spent all day in a bathroom?”

Priya placed her hands on the shower taps and reluctantly turned them off. “Yeah. We better get ready, then.”

Priya picked out a large straw hat from the travel bags and placed it on her head. She looked at her reflection in the hotel room’s mirror and smiled. “How awesome does this look for me?” She held the ends of the hat and looked at her reflection from different angles.

“You know how I always say that you look good in almost any set of clothes?” Rahul asked, putting on his light yellow shirt and black bermuda shorts.

“Yeah…”

“Well, every rule has an exception and this is the one huge exception, sweetie.” Rahul smiled, hugging her from behind and kissing her wet hair. “You look absolutely ridiculous!”

“I look ridiculous?” Priya laughed.

“Yeah, seriously.” Rahul shrugged.

Priya leapt forth and pushed Rahul over to the bed. She caught some of his hair in her hands and ran her hands through them randomly, messing them up within seconds. “Now who looks more ridiculous? You or me?”

“Of course it’s me.” Rahul said, sinking deeper into the bed.

Priya bent over and kissed him on the lips, allowing herself to drop over his body. “I love you love you love you. But I’m going to wear that stupid hat today.”

“As you wish!” Rahul smiled. “It’s really good for me anyway.”

“How come?”

“Much fewer random people would start falling in love with you, especially if they can’t even see your pretty little head under that hat.” Rahul said. “Which is good for me.”

Priya returned a suspicious expression along with her smile. “Don’t tell me you actually feel insecure about being my boyfriend.”

“Oh no, not at all. I just couldn’t think of any other joke to make about your hat. Not offhand at least.”

“Hmmm…” Priya nodded

“Anyway, we’ve got to get going.” Rahul tapped his watch.

“Yeah.” Priya got off the bed and turned to Srinath and Sharada, who were waiting for them in the corner of the room. “What are you obsessive idiots looking at?”

“Nothing, Priya. Sorry.” Srinath said, looking at the ground.

“What is it that you want us to do with you?” Priya asked.

“We were just wondering what we would be doing while you’re out on the city tour.” Sharada said.

“Both of you would have to spend the whole day here, waiting for us to return.” Priya said.

“Priya,” Srinath swallowed hard. “Just now you were thanking me for this great hotel suite and the trip. I was wondering if you would let us join you…”

“You both? Joining us?” Priya asked with a raised voice. “No way in hell. First off, you’re an ass kisser and I allowed you to kiss my ass in the bathroom, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Srinath nodded.

“My ass was hot and wet and everything an ass kisser like you can ever dream of kissing in his life.” Priya said. “I have more than thanked you properly for buying us this suite, and you will deal with it.”

“I will, Priya. Sorry for asking.” Srinath said.

“In fact, I’m going to punish you just for asking me more.” Priya said, grabbing him by his neck. She walked him into one of the restrooms, opened the door and threw him inside. “I’m going to lock you up inside that toilet the whole day.”

“Please, Priya. I’m sorry.” Srinath sat up and went for the door, but Priya slammed it shut.

“And you,” Priya went for Sharada’s ears. “Go inside the other toilet.” She pushed the slave girl in the other toilet and slammed it shut. Priya wiped her hands clean, clapping her left hand fingers with the ones from her right hand. “So the slaves are taken care of,” she smiled at Rahul.

“Very well done.” Rahul said.

“It’s a good thing this place has two restrooms. Have you seen them? They’re huge. Our slaves can sleep peacefully in there!” Priya said.

“What about food?” Rahul asked.

“Oh, screw them. They’re being punished.” Priya said, picking up the bag and heading for the door. A bus horn sounded just as the couple locked the suite’s door behind them. They headed down the stairs, holding each other’s arms. “We’re on time again!”

“Was that the best ever tour or what?” Rahul asked, unlocking their hotel room’s door and stepping inside. “God, I loved every minute of that.”

“I didn’t enjoy it so much, actually.” Priya said, casting aside her sandy beach slippers. “We didn’t have to visit all the freakin’ beaches in one day, you know. I would have enjoyed it so much more if they just went to one or two.”

“Yeah. It was a bit hasty in that way. But your way wouldn’t have been much of a tour.”

“I know.” Priya said. “Hey, what’s the time anyway?”

“Around 3 P.M.” Rahul said.

“How about we go back to that extremely quiet beach and spend the evening there?” Priya asked.

“You mean Mandrem beach?”

“Yeah. It seems like a perfect place where we could enjoy a little…you know…” Priya grinned.

“Evening delight?” Rahul asked. Priya nodded. “Yeah. Sounds like a perfect plan.”

“Of course you’d call it a perfect plan.” Priya said, walking towards the restroom. “Hey, wait a minute. Our slaves are in the restrooms, aren’t they?”

“Supposed to be, yes.”

Priya listened through the restroom door. “Very quiet. Wait, I can hear snoring!”

“Srinath’s asleep in the restroom?” Rahul laughed. “He’s a survivor, I’ll tell you that.”

Priya slowly unlocked the door and opened it to see Srinath fast asleep, lying down alone on the floor of the hotel’s restroom. “Look at him snoring away. He looks so peaceful, doesn’t he?” Priya asked Rahul as the couple looked on at their sleeping slave.

“I wonder how that’s possible, after all the punishment we put him through these two days.” Rahul said.

“He never used to sleep that peacefully when he was my boyfriend.” Priya said. “I guess he is finally living the life he wants and deserves. My official ass kisser.”

“Shouldn’t we be going to bed? Get a little bit of rest before our evening delight?” Rahul asked.

“You feeling sleepy? Go ahead, I don’t mind. I just wanted to give him one more punishment before we go out again.” Priya said.

“And what would that be?” Rahul’s face brightened with anticipation.

“Watch.” Priya walked over to her sleeping ex-boyfriend and stood over his head, planting her feet on either side of his head. She lowered her skirt along with her panties and bent her knees, bringing her butt less than an inch over his face. The enslaved ex began to sniff and stir at the bottom of her buttocks, his eyes still closed in deep sleep. Almost a minute later, he opened his eyes to see Priya’s butt covering his vision completely.

“Priya?” Srinath asked, lying still on the floor to avoid touching her body. “What the hell are you doing?”

“That’s a very good question.” Priya looked down to his face under her ass. “Do you remember how I dumped you yesterday?”

“Vividly,” Srinath gulped.

“Well, I had so much fun dumping you that I’ve decided to dump you again.”

“Priya, please let me have a few hours of sleep.” Srinath said.

“All of that is your fault. Now, do you remember how I was sitting on the couch with Rahul today when I dumped you?” Priya asked.

“I do, Priya. How can I forget such a nightmare?”

“Well, that was just one of the scenarios I had in mind when I was considering how I would dump you.” Priya said. “The other scenario was to sleep with you one last time and make you wake up to the smell of my buttocks, like this. Since you are my official ass kisser now…”

“Please tell me you are done.” Srinath wailed.

“I’m just getting started.” Priya said, getting herself up and off his face. “I want you to shut up and keep your face on my commode.”

“Priya, you’ve already dumped me once. I’m hurt, tired and heartbroken. Please don’t…”

“You’re saying many things, but what I’m hearing is this.” Priya paraphrased. “Your situation cannot possibly get any worse.”

“That’s true.” Srinath said.

“So what are you waiting for?” Priya smiled. “Put your head over there, come on.”

Srinath executed her order by placing his neck on the rim of her commode and looking upwards at the couple. “Priya, I’m still recovering from being dumped once. What’s the need to do it again?”

“If I dumped you properly, why would you still be here?” Priya asked. “Doesn’t make sense, right?”

“Please, don’t…”

“Hey, you are my slave and you will do as I say. Is that understood?” Priya asked.

“Yes, yes.”

“Good then. This is your re-dumping session.” Priya stretched out her hand to Rahul and brought him closer to herself. “You are such a loser compared to Rahul.” The couple gazed into each other’s eyes and kissed on the lips, licking the complete surface of each other’s tongue even as the ex watched them romanticizing over him. “He’s so nice to kiss; he doesn’t smoke like a loser. His mouth is so sweet, you should taste his spit.” Priya frowned at her ex. Rahul hawked up a mouthful of saliva in his mouth and bent over the slave. Srinath closed his eyes and opened his mouth in obedience. The new boyfriend spat out a whole mouthful on his face and laughed as the thick fluid trickled into his mouth.

Priya then hugged Rahul and continued to look down at her cuckold slave. “My new boyfriend always smells so good. His butt smells better than your face.” Rahul brought down his pants and displayed his naked butt.

“I’m sorry, Priya.” Srinath said, still wiping off the sticky saliva off his face. “Please don’t make me smell that.”

“Did you just tell me what I shouldn’t do?” Priya asked. She grabbed the back of Srinath’s neck and placed him right behind Rahul’s ass, making him kiss the black spot with his lips. A loud, thundering noise blasted from Rahul’s bottom, drowning Srinath in a heavy, rotten fog of pungent gas. Priya clapped her hands and laughed. “Now you smell better, you bloody cigarette smoking loser.”

Srinath cried and dropped to Priya’s feet. “Mercy, my Lord.”

“What do you mean by mercy? You smell better now, loser!” Priya said. “You should be thanking us for re-dumping you.” Srinath bowed down and tried to shake off the stench from his face. “Why am I not hearing any words from you?”

“Thank you, Priya.” Srinath said. A scary frown descended on her face. “Alright. Thank you, Rahul,” he said, turning to the boyfriend.

“You are welcome!” Rahul said, turning around and shaking his butt left and right. “There’s more where that came from.”

“I think that’s enough.” Priya said. “Now, for the best part of dumping you and upgrading to a real man.” She caught Rahul’s erect penis and showed it to Srinath. “Look at that. The size, the substance and the performance, he’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“I’m happy for you, Priya.” Srinath said, his hands joined together and his eyes barely open.

“You better be happy. Really happy. Hold his penis in your hand and worship it. You need to realize how inadequate you were for a girl like me.” Srinath held the hard, erect penis with both his hands and closed his eyes. “Now, I want you to slowly push that into my pussy,” Priya said, turning around and standing right before her boyfriend’s cock. Srinath brought Priya’s butt closer to the penis and pushed it in. Priya moaned even before he was done pushing one into the other. “Ahh, now that’s a real man. Something you can never ever be in a million years.”

Why can't you be like him?

“I accept. I wasn’t man enough for you, We’ve been through this already, Priya.” Srinath said.

Priya then stomped Srinath’s neck, crushing him down into the commode. “Dumping you was the best decision I’ve ever made. Now I’m going to perform the finale, the final part of your re-dumping.”

Srinath’s breath began to race quickly out of his control, even as he watched the beautiful girl’s smile. “What would that…”

“Close your eyes.” Priya ordered.

Srinath obeyed, sinking further into the commode. Priya stepped her legs on either side of his head, making sure that her butt was exactly over her ex-boyfriend’s face. Srinath looked up to see the darkish skin at the bottom of her ass.

“How can you call a boyfriend dumped if you haven’t taken a dump on his face?” Priya laughed with Rahul. She grunted a bit, pushing some yellow-brown feces out of her ass. Srinath closed his eyes and flattened his face. Long, foul-smelling turds of shit landed on him, covering up his vision and his nasal passages with nothing but the strong stench and the heavy mass. His neck and spine weakened as his soul drowned into the foul smelling punishment that seemed to amask every inch of his existence.

Priya shared a high-five with her boyfriend. “Now that’s what I call a good dumping.”

The couple looked down at the brownfaced cuckold slave. “Hey, loser! Open up your mouth and chew! Really get the taste of Priya’s dump in your mouth,” Rahul said. Srinath felt faint, tears began to form on his face but they had no room to roll out; he began to chew the turds stuck on his face.

“And don’t forget to clean up your hands.” Priya said, picking up the defeated man’s arms and wiping her dirty buttocks on his hands. Srinath was too weak to put up any kind of resistance. “Now, where is that loser Sharada?” Priya asked.

“She’s in the other toilet.” Rahul said.

“Let’s go redump her ass.”

Rahul and Priya stood over Sharada as she stirred in her sleep. She slowly woke up, groggy eyed and rubbed her eyes into wakeness. With a sudden burst, she realized that she wasn’t alone; she slithered backward to the restroom’s walls. “Rahul, what the hell are you doing? What is she going to do to me now?”

“It’s your turn to get dumped again,” Rahul said.

“What do you mean, again? I know you aren’t my boyfriend anymore.”

“Are you sure you know that?” Rahul asked. “Really sure? Because you’re sticking around me a lot for no good reason.”

“What do you want me to do?” Sharada asked. “Look at my head Rahul, I’m a bald slave to you and your stupid Miss big boobs.”

“Stupid Miss big boobs?” Priya asked.

“Yes, that’s all you are. Nothing but a mistake. I’ve known Rahul for years. He’s going to get bored with you so soon, your head will spin.” Sharada said.

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” Priya laughed. “Rahul will get bored with me and my large breasts. Hey, I am much more than perfect boobs and ass. I’m the perfect girl for him in every possible way.”

“You’re going to say that and he’s going to agree with you for now because he’s in lust with you- he’s not in love and never will be. All you both ever do is kiss and have sex. He’s my boyfriend, he’s the love of my life. I won’t give up on him until he realizes that.” She crawled forward and held Rahul’s legs. “Look at me Rahul, look at what you both have put me through. I haven’t eaten in a day, I had to smell her ass and drink her pee in the train and I’ve been sleeping in this toilet for just a few measly hours. How can you still not realize that you’re making a mistake?”

“Because I’m not.” Rahul said, looking straight into her eyes without a blink. “In fact, it’s time for me to be even more explicit, since you won’t move on.”

“What do you mean more explicit?” Sharada asked.

Rahul took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I hate you.”

“Obviously, she has brainwashed you.” Sharada said.

“I hate you so much,” Rahul cast off her hands and let her drop back to the corner of the room, “that there isn’t a bad enough punishment for you and your sickening obsession.”

“I am committed to us.”

“But there is nothing here to be committed to!” Rahul said. “You are blind if you see anything happening between us now or ever.”

“It’s like you’re possessed. You haven’t even got any humanity left in you anymore.” Sharada said.

Rahul turned to Priya and giggled with her. “Listen to yourself go on about me, when you are the one sticking on to me like a plague.”

“You called me a plague?”

“A plague. That’s what you are.” Rahul said. Sharada’s eyes broke into tears. “I hate you so much.”

“I don’t think she will get it until you make her feel it.” Priya said.

“Make me feel what?”

“His hatred for you.” Priya caught Sharada’s head, raised one leg over her neck and brought it down from the other side, trapping her head between her upper thighs. She caught the girl’s chin in a lock made with both her hands and made her look up to Rahul. “Look at the man you think you love.”

Sharada tried to break free but she had little strength left. Rahul bent over, smiled at her and swung his hands around to deliver a devastating slap to her cheeks. “I hate you!” Sharada’s head dropped from Priya’s grip and she fell down in a pool of her own tears.

“You saw that?” Priya asked. “You felt that? Would he hit you like that if he didn’t hate you?”

“He’s just trying to show off to you.” Sharada said.

Priya caught her head and brought her up again. “You just can’t feel his hatred, can you? It looks like you need a lot more punishment.”

“Alright! I get it, he hates me.” Sharada said.

“Now that just sounds insincere.” Rahul said. He turned around and brought down his shorts, showing her his black underwear and fair buttocks. “Come on, get up and ask my ass how much I hate you.”

“No!” Sharada screamed, bringing up her hands in resistance but Priya pushed her face forward into Rahul’s butt, suppressing the scream and any chance of her resisting the punishment. A cloud of suffocating brown fumes emanated with a disgusting noise from the bottom of the buttocks, stinking her face into submission. For the second time, Sharada dropped to the floor, starving for a breath of clean air.

“So, what did his ass say?” Priya asked.

“I don’t care. I hate him so much, now.” Sharada said, shaking her head.

“But no redumping is complete without the closing step.” Rahul said, falling down on his ex-girlfriend and sitting with his naked butt on her face.

“Please don’t, Rahul.” Sharada pleaded, only to have her mouth closed off under his heavy ass.

“Someday, maybe even today, your obsession is going to be your death.” Rahul said. “Normally, even the thought of doing this to a girl would kill me. But I hate you so much, this feels perfectly right.” Sharada tried to mumble something but her voice was completely muffled under Rahul’s weight.

Rahul supported himself on his hands and brought himself a couple inches over her face. “You are going to eat my hatred for lunch. Open your mouth now, bitch!” Sharada cried as she watch huge turds of shit dropping on her face as her long lost boyfriend relieved himself over her. The overpowering stench crushed her breath and her soul; she passed out within moments, her bald head rolling over the excrement of Rahul’s punishment.

It was a sunny afternoon on the Mandrem Beach of Goa. Srinath poured some sun tan lotion into his hands and gently rubbed it on Priya’s feet. He could not stop looking at her gorgeous body as she laid back on her beach chair relaxing herself in the hot sunlight. The ocean waves crashed into the beach just a few feet away, and some of the water flowed below her chair. She was dressed in her two piece bikini and her dark brown sunglasses and seemed to have her eyes closed. Srinath rubbed the lotion as gently as he could- the princess deserved the best of everything.

Looking on to him was Rahul, Priya’s boyfriend sitting on a beach chair a few feet away, dressed in his black swimming trunks. Sharada dipped her hands into some lotion and used them to give Rahul’s legs a warm massage. She kept staring at him with a longing in her heart, but he kept looking away at Priya’s body. “I think we’re giving these losers the time of their life.” Rahul said.

Priya lowered her sunglasses to watch her ex-boyfriend massaging her lower legs. “Yeah, let them enjoy these few precious moments. They won’t last very long,” she said, winking at Rahul.

Srinath picked up some more lotion and began to massage Priya’s thighs with it. As he held the girl’s beautiful flesh with his hands, he felt an uncontrollable urge in his gut to just get down and kiss it. “Look, he’s getting an erection!” Rahul taunted.

Priya laughed at the desperate cuckold and placed her leg on his shoulders to offer him an even better view. “Take a good look at what you’re never going to have in your life, loser,” she said. Srinath’s hands went down her thighs, to the back of her upper thigh down to her butt cheeks. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensual clasp as he squished them in his hands like warm boiled potatoes. The couple allowed him to have his moments, they probably had some punishment planned out for him, but this was worth anything, this was worth living and dying for. He moved his hands under Priya’s blue bikini and rubbed the lotion all over her cheeks and the butt crack; she still said nothing. The girl seemed to have drifted away and Rahul wasn’t being harmful, just taunting, so he continued to rub away for many short minutes, unperturbed.

Srinath then lowered the girl’s legs on her beach chair and began to rub lotion on her smooth, rock solid belly. Priya just smiled at him and unhooked her top, letting him through to her breasts. He grabbed the magnificent spheres with both his hands and gently massaged them for her pleasure. His hands lingered over her nipples and her cleavage and he almost began to cry from the joy of being allowed to touch them. He rubbed away for a few minutes, stroking her boobs and then reaching into her armpits, he gently exfoliated every muscle of her glimmering fair skin.

Sharada concentrated hard on stroking her ex’s penis- it was enjoyable for her even though he was only going to use all the sexual energy on Priya. She massaged his muscular arms and shoulders and within a few minutes, both she and Srinath were done with their massages.

Rahul and Priya got out of their seats and kissed each other on the lips, grabbing each other by the waist. They twisted and turned their heads to get more of each other’s lips every moment. Priya let go, her mouth still open and allowed herself into Rahul’s strong arms. “Let’s go up to that rock over there,” he suggested. Priya’s eyes lit up, she nodded frantically. The couple went into the salty water, across to a set of large black rocks.

Just as they began the climb, a huge wave crashed into the bottom rock, spraying some water on all of them. “Wow!” Priya yelled, stretching her arms and looking skyward savoring the smell of the ocean and the water surrounding them. Rahul grabbed her butt cheeks and kissed her tongue even as the waves crashed again, spraying droplets of water all over their warm bodies. Srinath and Sharada climbed up too, they didn’t want to miss out on the action- the couple never sported such a great mood. Rahul lifted Priya and placed her body onto a rock and kissed her, lowering her into a sleepy position flat across the rock. He turned back to Srinath. “Hey, come here and take off my girlfriend’s bikini.”

Srinath’s tongue stuck out instinctively, excited by the opportunity to touch her again. There was no getting enough of her- it was simply impossible. He grabbed the blue laces of her bikini and untied them slowly, letting the soft cloth slip away. Rahul yanked away the bikini off her body and placed it on a rock just beyond her head. He took off his swimming trunk, standing completely nude in the seemingly uninhabited part of the beach and unzipped the pouch to take out a condom before placing the trunks at the same spot at the bikini.

Rahul turned back to Sharada. “I need you to be a good slave,” he said.

Sharada nodded. “Anything for you, Rahul. What is it?”

Rahul handed her the condom packet. “Open this up and put it on me, so I can have sex with my new girlfriend.” Priya got up and shared a hearty laugh with him. Sharada bowed down, stepped back and took off the cover. She knelt down before Rahul and carefully stretched it out, surrounding his penis with the thin film. “Nice work!” He commented, checking the tightness with his fingers; he was good to go.

Rahul caught Srinath by his hair and pushed him into Priya’s butt. “You! Lick my girlfriend’s ass, like a dog.” His face stuffed up against her butt crack, he stuck out his tongue to lick the girl’s pussy apart, making a clear passageway for Rahul’s penis to penetrate. He just closed his eyes and savored the taste as he licked hard.

Sharada went forward and caught Rahul’s penis in her hands; she knew what he was going to order of her and did it before he could speak. She stroked the pipe like organ in her hands until they grew hard and erect. Priya opened up her arms and brought in Rahul’s muscular frame, kissing him like she was about to devour his flesh. Rahul carefully pushed himself into her clit, making the girl’s head fall back and moan. He pulled out and pushed in even harder, making her hold onto the rocks below and scream.

“You both watched that?” Rahul asked, holding his head up in pride. The cuckold slaves nodded. “Good. Now I want both of you to get naked and masturbate. Right here.”

“But these are solid rocks Rahul,” Srinath said. “How can we…”

“Just shut up and masturbate.” Rahul said, pushing himself in and out of Priya’s vagina. “You look at this beautiful girlfriend of mine. And you, look at my awesome body, that you were never good enough for.”

Srinath grabbed his own penis and brought his head close to Priya’s upper thighs and began to yank them back and forth as he sniffed the beautiful buttocks. Sharada undressed and hugged Rahul’s legs, indulging herself in his gigantic penis, although occupied in another girl, by trying to kiss them.

Mustering up new levels of sexual energy, Rahul caught Priya by her breasts and pushed in and out of her vagina rapidly, making her scream louder and longer with each push and pull. Minutes later, she cried out with a terrifying scream as she plunged into an orgasm with her boyfriend. They breathed with a heavy inhales and exhales for a few minutes, staring into each other’s eyes as the sun slowly set behind them.

Priya turned back to check on Srinath, as she walked along the beach in Rahul’s arms. “Kiss my footprint. Come on.” Srinath got down on his hands and knees, staring at the footprint Priya had left behind a few moments back, on her walk along the beach. He bent his elbows, lowering his head to the sand and kissed the girl’s footprint. It had no taste but the taste of raw sand. “You are lagging far behind. I want you to kiss each and every one of my footprints. And you,” she pointed to Sharada, “kiss each of Rahul’s footprints.”

Srinath hurried up, kissing each of her footprints as quickly as he could as he crawled behind her. He felt more and more exhaustion creeping into his existence from each kiss, but he kept himself energized by just looking at the girl’s beautiful bikini-clad behind. Sharada followed closely, then went apart after a bit.

“Priya, do we really have to kiss all of your footprints?” Srinath asked. Priya and Rahul kept walking on the wet sand, ignoring his question completely. The couple walked along more than a mile of the beach. They didn’t seem to care about the game in the least – Priya had her head safely nested in the broad shoulders of Rahul, and they held each other close and warm.

Srinath looked behind at the path they’d tread, and felt a crippling exhaustion from the sight of the footprints in the sand that seemed to have traversed over a mile. Sharada was a few feet behind him, her head gradually lowering from the thrift of whatever energy she had left. The cuckolds began to pace up and leave some of the footprints unkissed, their masters even cared about the tiring game.

A few steps later, the couple stopped. They stared away into the horizon – the mighty sun was fading away rapidly into the sea, only its topmost lining floated around for a bit. Priya noticed the slaves catching up to them, carefully kissing each footprint. “Their obsession is starting to get on my nerves!” she said.

“Yeah, but what can we do? We’ve humiliated them to the core and they still won’t give up.” Rahul said.

“Then it’s time to take even more extreme measures.” Priya snapped her fingers, calling the ex-boyfriend to her feet. Srinath reported for duty, his hands joined together to thank the Goddess for thinking of something for him to do. “I want to ride you into the sea, till the water is about knee level. Can you do that for me?”

“Certainly!” Srinath turned towards the sea and offered his back for her to sit on. Priya sat herself comfortably on his back, grabbing on to his shoulders as he crawled into the crashing waves. As he crawled further, he encountered waves that encompassed both himself and his Mistress, but once the wave receded, the water stayed lower than his elbows. He was halfway there. Soon, the water became deeper and he was almost forced to breathe through the salty water in his mouth like a fish. “This is a good spot. Kneel down now.” Priya said, getting off his back.

Srinath knelt down in the water, his body slightly swayed around by the incoming waves. “Do you like this?” Priya asked.

“What, Priya?”

“Being my slave. After everything I put you through. The dumping, working as Rahul’s slave, taking my shit on your face and all that brutal punishment. Somehow, you still want to be around me.”

“Yes, Priya.” Srinath said. “If being your slave is what it takes, then that’s all I wish to be.”

“What pleasure are you getting out of this?” Priya asked.

“Priya, I cannot bear the thought of living my life without you.” Srinath said. “Seeing you happy makes me happy, even if I can never have you.”

Priya turned around and bent her knees, letting her blue bikini into the water. “You are an obsessive ass kisser, aren’t you?”

Srinath nodded.

“In that case, I want you to kiss my ass,” she said. “Get under me and kiss my ass.”

Srinath swam towards the beautiful girl, sat himself between her legs and went up for the kiss. His lips reached the bottom of her wet panties and he tried to move his nose into the crack between her fleshy butt cheeks. Priya’s hands caught his head tight as she lowered herself into the water, crushing him down into a breathless underwater facesit. “This is the last time you’re going to kiss my ass. It’s time for you to go,” Priya said, mercilessly smothering her buttocks all over Srinath’s face as he gasped for his last breath. His hands and legs flailed over the sea surface, but his head was firmly pinned down beyond any possibility of ever surfacing again. Priya watched her ex through the bubbling water surface, swallowing randomly, his lungs filling up to capacity with the sea water. Moments later, he gave away: his lifeless body lay still in the sea bed.

“Srinath?” she asked, shaking her body on his chest. No answer.

Priya stood up and smiled at Rahul, waiting for her at the beach. She raised her thumb and said, “the ass kisser is dead!”

“Good!” Rahul said. “That was his life’s desire, anyway. Poor masochist.”

“Yeah.” Priya fought her way past the waves and emerged from the water after an arduous struggle.

She thrust her breasts against his body and kissed Rahul with all her might. “You know that you did the right thing, don’t you?”  he asked, stroking her hair.

“I do.” Priya said, wiping her eyes.

Sharada fell to Rahul’s feet. “Rahul, please let me live. I’ll never bother you anymore, I promise.”

He kicked away her face with his sand covered feet and continued to kiss Priya.