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I had done it a million times before, it was a simple act. You move the metallic holder bar from the left side to the right, then push the gate open. Opening the gate, by itself, is a simple act. But today, everything was different. The brown metallic bar of her gate, with its peeling skin of paint, felt a ton heavier than it usually did. My heart began to pound like I was about to step off the earth, like gravity had suddenly given up only on me and I was floating towards the moon. Because, in a way that was true. Today was going to be the last day of living the life I’ve always been living. For better or worse, it would all end today.

I had spent every night of the last five years of my life writing out descriptions of her divine beauty in my little diary, every day dreaming about elaborate fantasies that would eventually end up in the diary and my every breath seeking the divine scent of her hair. Ever since my family had moved in to the neighborhood and I met the girl for the first time in my house when she, her little sister and her mother welcomed us here, every thought I ever had involved her in some way or the other.

It was barely even reasonable for me to have a crush on the elder sister, considering the more obvious alternative. Her younger sister Vidya, was my age(13, five years back), a complete and utter knockout. She was tremendously beautiful, had a bright, dazzling smile on her face at all times and her skin glowed in the light of our chandelier, as did the rest of her clothes. That day, she was wearing a beautiful green top with windmill like designs embroidered all over, as far as I could tell, and she had on a black skirt down to her knees that matched very well with the top. Her breasts were nice and full, her legs were luscious, they had beautiful fair and smooth skin that Mangaloreans were known for.

The elder sister Priya stepped into the house next. She had somewhat of a smile on her face, in the sense that she wasn’t frowning. She wasn’t half as pretty as her little sister, although her body was just slightly more attractive. Her breasts were larger and so were her bums, plus she stood a couple of inches taller, at 5 feet and 5 inches. She wore a bright navy blue shirt with a v-neck, which as her mother would continually point out, showed too much of her cleavage and the black strap of her bra. She had black rimmed glasses on her face, which added multitudes to her appeal- she reminded me of a sexy english teacher I had back in school. Her tiny skirt was of the exact same color as her top, they seemed to be part of a set. The long, slender legs boiled the blood around my heart. They stretched out, reached towards the side wall and shook slightly, dropping her black slippers in the corner of our house.

As they walked into the drawing room, my older brother poked me and said: “You take the younger one, I’ll take the older one.” Easy for him to say- he was a bold, confident guy who knew the exact right words to say when he was around women unlike me. When he said he would “take the older one,” in all probability she would be taken. My heart gave up and began to float below the ribs.

After some initial introductions, the grown-ups talked in the living room, while the four of us- Priya, Vidya, my brother and I, went over to his room to play UNO cards. The four of us sat on the bed, cross-legged and all I did throughout was stare at the beautiful legs under her skirt. Occasionally, I would get a glimpse of her upper thigh and the darkness beyond. As for the game, she was quickly down to the last card, and hadn’t announced “Uno.” According to the rules, if a player gets caught having one card without saying the word, they would have to pick up two more cards. So I began to converse with Vidya about her school and her teachers. Before anybody noticed, Priya threw her last card down and raised her hands in victory. “Yay,” she said, with a semblance of a smile that showed no teeth. There was something very classy and powerful about the way she avoided smiling big. She gave me a little nod of approval, which I construed as approval for rescuing her in the cards game. That night, I whacked off to a fantasy involving her as a strict english teacher holding a large cane in her hands, angry with me for pronouncing the word ‘pessimistic’ as ‘pissimistic.’ Can’t you even read the spelling properly, she would ask gesturing me to show her my hands. I would stretch them out for her, and her cane would beat down upon my knuckles.

Less than a week passed since that day, before my brother came home dejected and sad from her place. He had asked her out and she had refused. My heart felt at peace- my brother going out with the woman of my dreams would simply convolute the Goddess-like image of her in my mind. He said that he would go for her younger sister Vidya, and in less than a week, he did that too and Vidya did agree to go out with him. They have been a couple since then, and remain a close one even today so it wasn’t just a rebound relationship.

But Priya has always remained a distant dream for me. Unlike my brother, I had never said anything to her. Why had I kept it all bottled inside for all these years? The reason I told other people was that she was four years older than me. I was eighteen, and just starting out on my engineering courses. She was twenty-two, my brother’s age. She was the forbidden fruit, I would tell people when I discussed my crush on the incredible beauty. But the real reason was that I was chicken. I didn’t have the strength to tell the girl that I loved her dearly, that I would do anything for her. What was the worst thing that could happen? Worst case scenario, she would reject me and maybe slap me on the cheeks. At least that way, I would find out her answer for sure, for once and for all and that would enable me to move on. But you see, that was the part that scared me even more. Moving on. In my mind, Priya was the omnipresent, omniscient Goddess. No other girl could possibly take her place. Her presence in my head pushed all girlkind out of scope, out of question. She wasn’t just the one, she was everyone, she was the only possibility. Only I could understand this obsession.

Another problem was the question of how I would express my desires to the girl, for they weren’t ordinary desires. In all the fantasies I’d written down in my dairies, I always imagined her possessing dominant, sadistic and cruel authority towards me. So my crush wasn’t a normal one- I loved her so much that I did not want to be her boyfriend. Rather, I wished to become her slave.

I took a leave from college today, telling my Mother that I was sick. I did have a high temperature in the morning, but that was never such a big deal. I might as well sit in class, hang out in the canteen with my friends and get well eventually. The fever wasn’t something that crippled me into inaction. In fact, that would be the right way to lose the fever quick. But I had made a decision that morning. Today is the day. At any cost, I was going to tell her how I felt. Why did it take so long to reach such a simple decision? And why today? I had spent the night writing out a fantasy about Priya as a Princess in the Mysore Palace, and my father’s diary became full. When I went to stash it in my secret place below the pillows and bed sheets in the cupboard, I realized that this was the eighth diary I had filled up with fantasies about Priya. Instead of feeling good, I only felt sick and useless. The stash was getting much too big, and I had grown tired of stealing office stationery from dad’s factory. My obsession with the girl was costing too much ink and paper, and was getting harder and harder to hide. So I threw all the diaries to the attic and made my decision. I resolved that this would be the last diary, I resolved that I would stop living in fantasy land and that I would actually go do something about it today. I resolved not to steal any more diaries, and that this was all going to end, which is how I ended where I was today, shivering at Priya’s gate despite the elaborate preparation.

Much of the day, I stood before the mirror in my room and had several hypothetical conversations with several imaginary Priyas. I found that as long as I stood tall, raised my chest high and expressed myself like a man, I could make her understand how I felt every time. We would always arrive at an arrangement, and my dreams would come true every time. But that was all hypothetical, like swimming instructions given on land. It was time to dive into the deep end.

As I picked off the iron bar on the left half of her gate, I felt a wrench in my gut as if two hands were inside my body raising it off its place. The complete region of my stomach solidified, and my heart lost track of where to deliver the blood. But this was going to happen today, at any cost. I pushed the gate open, and it complied with an unwilling squeak. I took a couple of steps inside and closed the gate behind and looked up at her house. Her family’s house was much smaller than mine. It had the one ground floor and a terrace, but the thing that really made the place dull and unattractive was the fact the drainage water flowed right next to the house. The exterior wasn’t much to speak of, it was painted green and much of that dull green seemed to be cracking away in several places. I continued to step forward and reached the portico, where I left my slippers and rang the bell. As I stared at the mahogany door, I saw a bunch of moving shadows and shuddered into a retreat. My eyes turned back to the dim 40 watt bulb that illuminated the place, albeit very slightly. Four of five moths swirled around the bulb, throwing their gigantic shadows across the portico. This was a new low, even for me. A 6 foot tall, 93kg man being afraid of a harmless moth that weighed half a gram. I folded the fingers of both my hands into their bottoms, made two fists and beat my chest. I mentally screamed the words to myself, “Buck up, and be a man!” I felt an invisible aura, about five inches thick begin to form around my body as I stood tall. But a cold breeze blew threw it and destroyed it, throwing me into the a chilling shiver which I could feel at the core of my bones.

A minute later, Priya’s mother answered the door. “Oh hi, Suhas. Come in,” she said, holding the door open.

“Hi, auntie.” I walked in and headed straight for her room, but auntie asked me to take a seat on the couch. Being the distracted chicken I always was, I obeyed her without second thought.

“Should I get you something to eat?” Auntie asked. “The girls had boiled eggs for their evening snack.”

“Oh, boiled eggs? I would love those, auntie.” I said. My family is and always has been vegetarian, while her family considered fish their staple food, given their coastal Mangalorean heritage. For some reason, my family considered eggs “non-vegetarian”, and therefore “unholy”. I had eaten boiled eggs only once in my life before, at a neighbor’s house and this was my second chance. I would take the time to grab it because after all, it was still 7.35 PM. Their family ate dinner at 10 PM, so I had plenty of time to do what I had gone there for.

Auntie headed for the kitchen to bring me the eggs. I sank into her couch and looked around the house. The interiors were as beautiful as the exterior wasn’t. A dim chandelier hung from the roof, made of concentric rings housing strings with glass cubes all over. A thick creamy rug decorated the center of the room, with two red velvet couches placed on either side of it, and a glass topped tea-table at the center. Two chairs from the same couch set sat on the head of the giant carpet, against the back wall, right next to a tall gray refrigerator. The focus of the room was a thin, wall-mounted LCD flat panel television which was currently playing a Kannada soap opera. The remote control was right next to me on the couch. I picked it up and hit the mute button, at the risk of pissing off auntie. But I was here on a mission, so the risk seemed minuscule. I listened carefully and heard the girls giggling and playing with each other in the room behind the opposite couch. Strange, because that was the parents’ room. I got up and sat myself on the other couch and sunk into the cushions there, placing my ears against the back wall. Their voices were more discernible from the other couch.

I heard Priya’s voice say, “Hey, we agreed that it was your turn today.”

“But Priya,” Vidya replied in a whiny voice, “I have to study for a test tomorrow.”

Just then, auntie returned from the kitchen to find me on the other couch. “Here you go, Suhas. Two boiled eggs with pepper.”

“Wow, thanks auntie.” I said, accepting a thin metal plate from her hands. It had two boiled eggs, sliced evenly. The slices were so thin and consistent, they must have been cut by an egg slicer.

Auntie didn’t seem to notice that I had muted her soap opera. She turned to her room, the one where both sisters were leaving me all alone in the living room. I quickly gobbled up the peppered eggs. That’s the way I always enjoyed my food- eating quickly.

I placed the empty plate on the tea-table and rose to go into her room. I approached the room very slowly, and saw auntie sitting on the side of the bed, still dressed in her maroon nightie. Near her seat, I saw a bare foot. Its beautiful, fair skin glowed brilliantly to the tube-light in the room. There was only one person it could possibly belong to. I stepped closer to the room, and saw the complete leg, with its beautifully toned calf muscles and smooth luscious thighs. At the very bottom, there was a little red mini-skirt. It was less than six inches in size, and the way the legs were spread apart from the body, much of the little skirt’s cloth was upturned on the girl’s abdomen, exposing silky black panties at the very bottom. Her left buttock was completely visible, a perfect circle that expanded beautifully from the thighs. A bun had formed at the bottom of the perfect spherical surface. A sleeveless hand slipped down to the panties from the side of her body. The fingers converged together and caught a wrinkle on the surface of her panties and pulled it out, thus spreading the silk evenly over her bum.

I touched my hand to my forehead, my gut, both my shoulders and then kissed it, turning up to the sky with closed eyes. “Thank you, God.”

I stepped closer to the room to get the full view. Priya was sleeping back on the pillow at the foot of the bed, facing away from me. On the other end, Vidya was leaning on a against a cushion at the head of the bed, studying a brown-wrapped textbook in the cross-legged position. Her head leaned against the grills of a window. Priya’s bare right leg formed an inverted V, with the foot brought very close to her sister’s.

Priya’s black t-shirt formed wrinkles along the slim hourglass figure of her waist, and expanded into two mountainous regions at her breasts. The spectacular peaks of the mountains were visible through the tight t-shirt, shaped like an M&M candy. The surface of the pillow gave into her head, with some of their blue surface reaching into her ears. She had the most gorgeous, wide smile on her face, and her glasses had almost dropped down to her nose, which seemed intentional because she was looking down at her sister.

“Come on, Vidya. It’s only fair that you do my legs today. We agreed that it was your turn.”

“Please, Priya. I have a physics test tomorrow.” Vidya said, showing her the textbook and resuming her study.

Priya raised her right foot off the bed and slowly pushed it towards her sister. The skirt covering the right upper thigh fell to her flat abdomen, the very sight of which caused a fresh supply of blood to pump into my cock. Suddenly, the Bangalore winter didn’t feel like winter anymore; this was the closest to heaven I ever felt, watching the perfect girl’s perfect legs up in the air, moving towards her sister. As Vidya studied her textbook, she saw Priya’s toes rise above them.

“Priya.” Vidya made a sad face, but her lips contained a clue of a smile.

“You said you would massage my legs today.” Priya said, her foot battering through the textbook in her sister’s hand. The complete, seven-inch foot reached over to her sister’s face. Her toes spread across the girl’s forehead, with her heel on the girl’s mouth, the arches of her foot fitting perfectly over the surface of her face.

“Ma!” Vidya complained, her mouth being smothered under her sister’s foot. “Priya is disturbing me!”

“Priya, you will behave yourself,” her mother said, scanning through some sheets of paper, probably bills, from a bread-box.

Priya’s left leg began to rise up in the air. They slowly went up the sides her mother’s body, until they were exactly in front of her ears. Priya twisted her foot forward on its hinge, pointing her toes towards her mother’s face. She then pushed them forward, catching her ear between her big toe and index toe, pinching it slightly. “Are you going to do my legs today?”

“Priya, shoo! Behave yourself. What is this? You’re kicking your own mother!”

“Come on.” Priya said, pushing her sister’s face into the window grill, and simultaneously pinching her mother’s cheek between her toes. “I want one of you to do my legs today. I’m feeling tired.”

“Chee,” auntie hit Priya’s leg off her shoulder, got up from her seat to replace the breadbox in her cupboard and closed it off so hard, a little wind blew her plaited hair back. “I’m certainly not going to massage your legs today.”

“Aww,” Priya moaned, twisting her foot on her little sister’s face, pressing a film of brown dust on them as she did. “It looks like Vidya has to massage my legs.”

Auntie looked in the mirror of the cupboard, and saw her younger daughter crushed into the room’s window. “Priya, that is enough!” she said with a firm tone, slapping away Priya’s right knee. Both of Priya’s legs were now on the bed. Auntie pulled Vidya out of her place, and got her onto her feet next to the bed. “Vidya, you go to your room and study for that physics test.”

“Yes, ma.” Vidya said, pointing her tongue at Priya before walking towards me at the exit of the room. “Oh, hi Suhas,” she greeted me, for she was seeing me for the first time.

“Hi, Vidya.” I said.

“Umm, Suhas I would love to sit and play with you but I’ve got a test…”

“A physics test. I heard.” I nodded. “You go right ahead, I don’t mind at all.”

“Cool!” Vidya said, stepping past me. “Anyway, you can play with Priya. She has a lot of time on her hands.” Vidya gave her big sister a frown before she left.

“Suhas,” auntie began to walk towards me too. “What’s for dinner?”

“Mom has made my favorite spicy groundnut chutney. She’ll make dosas when I go back home, so…”

“That’s nice.” Auntie said. “But why don’t you eat at our place? I’m going to make fish kheema.”

“Oh, auntie. I’m a vegetarian. At least, I’m supposed to be.” I said.

“So just veggie food and the occasional eggs in your house, Suhas?”

“Actually, not even eggs.” I said.

“Tsk tsk,” auntie shook her head. “Such a pity. You’re missing out on such delightful foods.” She left the room and made a U-turn for the kitchen.

Priya turned her head back further up, trying to see me standing behind her. “Suhas?”

“Hi, Priya.”

“Can you come in front of my head please?” Priya said, pointing to the left of her bed where auntie was just seated. “Maybe sit over there?”

“Sure, Priya.” I stepped forward to take the seat. As I stepped forward, her face came into view. She just wasn’t her usual self today. Her large, olive eyes were unwilling to stay open, the hair around her smooth round face scattered all over the pillow. Her hands and legs seemed to be cemented in a yawning position. I shivered as I slowly descended to the bed and sat next to her leg.

Priya picked up her glasses from the nose and placed them in the proper place before her eyes. “Hmm,” she said, raising her eyebrow. “You look smart today.”

I saw myself in the cupboard mirror to see why she would think that. With my gray, collared t-shirt and my black jeans, I was looking about as good as I could look. Of course, I had a blazer and suit at home if I was willing to go so far, but this was the next best thing. “Thank you so much, Priya,” I smiled slightly, but eventually broke into a blush.

“What do you feel like doing today? You came over to play something?” Priya asked, slowly moving her legs together and bringing down her skirt.

“Nah,” I said as if I never enjoyed any of the games we’d ever played together. “Let’s just talk or something.”

“Yeah.” Priya’s eyes glinted wide open. “How is your college?”

“Unhh,” I turned to the mirror and stopped myself from answering that. This could only lead to a bunch of unwanted discussions, and my mission would fail. I needed to ask her the question. Somehow, I had to lead her towards one of the imaginary conversations I’d had that day, with the imaginary version of her. “I wanted to ask you something, actually…” I began, but my throat froze. This was a bit too sudden, it didn’t sound like a conversation at all. I wished to dive forward and take back those words as soon as they came out of my mouth. Perhaps land with my face in between her luscious buttocks and be smothered to death…

“What is it?” Priya asked, snapping me out of the dream.

“Oh, never mind.” I took a deep breath. There were several possible ways of popping the question, and somehow I thought of the most brilliant one at the time- one that involved being a good listener. “You said you were feeling tired.”

“Oh that’s not actually true.” Priya said. “It’s just that Vidya was supposed to massage my legs today.”

“Why?” I ventured. It’s not normal for a big sister to expect that from her little sibling, as far as I knew.

“You see, my results came out yesterday.” Priya said. “Before that, Vidya and I had a bet. She said there was no way I could have crossed 90% in my second year medical exams.”

“Oh my God!” I nearly fell off the bed. “You crossed freakin’ 90? In medicals?”

“Yup.” Priya blushed.

“Congratulations, Priya.” I said.

“Thanks. Anyway, as per the terms of the bet, she was supposed to massage my legs every night for the whole year. She did a great job yesterday, but she’s started escaping today…”

“She said she has a physics test,” I offered.

“Unit test, Suhas. Just a stupid little unit test. She’s been studying two straight hours for a stupid unit test and she still isn’t done. I know she’s pretending.”

“Oh.” I nodded. I almost forgot why I brought it all up, what my plan of action was. Suddenly, it all came back to me. “You see, I thought that if you were tired, maybe…”

“What?” Priya said. A delightful grin took over her face. She almost seemed a bit drunk.

“Maybe I could, you know…” I gestured towards her legs.

Priya raised her right leg and placed the knees one atop the other, showing me the bottom of her right foot. It was a gorgeous, shapely foot which had brown dots sprinkled all over their surface like stars in the night sky, and a few larger dust spots that stood out like the moon. “You want to massage them for me?”

“I would do that for you, Priya.” I swallowed, gazing at the beautiful structure of her feet. “If you want…” I had practiced not sounding too eager at any point of time, and somehow I was sticking with it properly.

“What matters…,” Priya smiled, dropping her legs to the bed, “is what you want.”

My mouth let out an incomprehensible “ummgh,” when what I really wanted to say was, “it doesn’t matter what I want.” I gathered my head together and devised a probe. “What do you mean, Priya?”

“Do you want to massage my legs for me?” Priya asked.

My heart exploded, like I was caught red-handed stealing from a bank. What was the right answer? ‘Yes’ would mean that I am eager to massage her legs, and she might find out what I came over for, the wrong way. ‘No’ would mean that I was going out of my way and accepting pain, just to massage her legs. Thankfully, there was a third option which I thought of at the right time.

“I’m just saying that if you want them massaged, I wouldn’t mind at all, Priya.”

Razor sharp as her wit always was, she had the perfect retaliation prepared. “Nah, I don’t want my legs massaged. It was just a stupid bet with my sister, and I just wanted to see her toil away at my feet.” The smile on her face persisted, and even grew somewhat. “Besides, I would never let you touch these gorgeous, sexy legs.”

“Oh,” I leaned back against the metallic grills of her window, checking out the full length of her legs. She shifted back slightly, exhibiting her beautiful, slender and well toned leg muscles. My pants began to bulge from a massive erection. “P..please, Priya?”

“Ahh, there you go.” Priya moved her hands like she were standing on stage and revealing me to an audience. “You want to massage my beautiful legs for me, don’t you?”

Caught red-handed, I groped for a way to salvage my pride. “No, I just thought that if you’re tired I should offer to help.”

“If you don’t express what you heart wants,” Priya said, “you may never get it.”

“Okay. Priya, may I please massage your amazing legs for you?”

“Nope.” she shook her head. “Too little, too late.”

It was time for plan B. “Priya, I did want to tell you something.”

“Go ahead, I’m right here,” she giggled.

“Okay.” I said, recalling all of my script. “Priya, I think that you are the most impossibly beautiful girl I’ve ever known in my life.”

“You think so?” Priya asked.

“I…I do, Priya.” Her reaction was nothing like the script, which at that point I couldn’t even recall anymore.

“Hmm,” Priya nodded. “Do you think I’m more beautiful than Vidya? Everyone says that she’s so beautiful…”

“Well, she’s cute.” I said. “But you are far more beautiful.”

Priya took her time to digest that answer. “Cute and beautiful. What’s the difference?”

I thought for one long minute before deciding not to think. “Umm, Priya. There were more things I wanted to say…”

“Oh, alright. Continue.”

“Priya,” I gulped four times with my head bowed down, before I looked into her eyes again. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

Priya’s eyes blinked a slow, deliberate blink and her head shook slightly. She pushed down on her elbows and got up from her sleeping position. “What did you just say?”

“Priya, I love you…”

“Chee!” she said, her smile turning into an angry scowl. “What do you think you’re doing, proposing to someone like me? First of all, I’m four years older than you…”

“I know Priya, but I’m not looking for…”

Before I could finish the sentence, I saw her foot rising up to my face. Soon, her right foot covered the entire span of my vision. She laid the arch of her foot over the surface of my forehead and pushed me back to the metallic grill of the window, as she was doing with her little sister, except that this was out of sheer lividity. Her feet didn’t feel nearly as beautiful as they did from a distance, smothering my nose shut as they crushed into my face. I let out a little squeal of pain, as the dusty mules of her foot crushed into my open eyes. “Aah!”

“Priya? Suhas?” auntie called out from the kitchen.

“It’s nothing ma, we’re just playing!” Priya said, checking the door of her parents’ room, wide open. She dropped the foot on my face and gestured behind. “Now go close that door and get back here, you sick pervert.”

“Yes, Priya.” I said, happy to get up from the bed and scamper towards the door to shut it close.

“Bolt it shut.” Priya instructed.

“Priya, I’m not a pervert.” I said, working the bolt slowly, as if shutting the bolt was the hardest thing in the world to do and would take a long time. “I think of you as a Goddess.”

“Me, a Goddess? Why?” Priya asked.

“Priya.” I said. “You are the most beautiful and brilliant girl to ever exist…”

“Eh?”

“Since the day I saw you, I’ve been worshiping you as my Goddess.” I closed the bolt and moved to the side of her bed. She was still frowning at me, without saying a word, which hurt a lot more than any of her angry words. I looked around for a moment, before getting down on my knees and joining my hands together in prayer. “Please, Priya. I only want to worship you.”

“Heh!” There was a clue of a smile on her face, amidst the angry wrinkles. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What, Priya?”

“This is some strange scheme you’ve devised to get into my pants.” Priya said. “It’s not going to work…”

“No, Priya. I really just want to worship you.”

“Because you think I’m a Goddess. Yeah, I heard you the first time.” She sat on the left side of bed on her knees, towering over my kneeling form.

“Priya,” I began to cry, “how can I prove it to you?”

“Hmm,” she lowered her head until she was right before me. She peered into my eyes, as if she were a human lie detector at work. “If you actually think I’m a Goddess…”

“I do, Priya.” I said, bringing up my joined hands.

“It can only mean that you are mental.” Priya said. Her left hand caught my neck, while her right hand rose high in the air and landed square under my ears. It was a devastating slap; everything turned dark for a few moments as my head spun into an unstoppable reel. I tried to use my hands and fall to the ground, but ended with a painful landing on my knuckles. I felt Priya’s hand let go of my neck, only to have them caught again by a different hand. Even as I recovered from the tight right hand, she delivered an even harder left hand, sending me flying to the bottom of the cupboard in the room. I crawled on to my hands and knees, and saw her standing above me even before I could recover from the slaps. “Still think I’m a Goddess, you pervert?” she caught my neck with both hands and sat me up. She bent over and brought her face over mine, trapping me in an unbreakable strangle and repeated the question to my face.

“Priya, you are the Goddess no matter what you do.” I said, although I could barely see what I was talking to.

“Pthoo!” she spat on my face. The globules of viscous fluid landed below my eyes. I blinked my eyes open to see her raising her head, constricting her throat to send more phlegm into her mouth, then lowering herself to spit into my eyes again.

“Pthoo!” She watched as the liquid spread all over my face and smiled. “What do you think now, pervert? Am I still a Goddess?” she asked. My brain attempted to send signals to nod in answer to the question, but even before the delivery, her hand went up in the air again and crash landed on my cheeks. The sound of her slap resonated in the quiet room.

Tears erupted from my eyes as she threw me to the floor. She planted her foot on my neck and turned her foot this way and that. “Suhas, shame on you,” she said. “I thought you were a decent guy.”

“But I am, Priya.” I tried to speak with my neck being crushed under her foot. Even at that point, I couldn’t but help admire the majestic leg pinning me to the floor.

“You almost proposed to me. I’m four years older than you.” Priya said. “And you think that calling me a Goddess is going to get you into my pants?”

“Priya,” I gawked. “I don’t want to get into your pants. That’s not what I want.”

“So what do you want to do?” Priya asked, raising her leg slightly.

“I want to worship you. That’s all, that’s really everything.”

Priya let go of her foot on my neck and stood with hands on her hips. “Seriously? So you don’t want to be my boyfriend?”

“No, Priya. I’m not worthy of being with you.” I said.

“That’s true.” Priya said. “You could never ever be my boyfriend.” She thought for a while, still keeping me at her foot. “So what? You just want to kneel before me and worship me?”

“That’ right, Priya.” I scrambled onto my hands and knees and bowed down to kiss her feet, then got up with joined hands. “Thank you so much.”

Priya held her high head and looked down at me from under the lower rim of her glasses, examining every move I made. “Okay, so you got what you wanted?”

“Umm, Priya…”

“You said that all you wanted was to worship me.” Priya said, maintaining the high stature of her head. “So you must be feeling all high and excited right now…what more do you want?”

“Priya,” I bowed down, wrapped my arms around her lower leg and hugged her feet. “I want to give myself to you.”

“See? I knew you wanted to be my boyfriend. I told you that’s never..”

“Not as a boyfriend, Priya.” I swallowed hard and looked up to her. This was it, the point of no return. “I want to be your slave.”

“My slave?” Priya asked. “Why would you want something like that?”

“I will explain, Priya.” I said, getting on my knees and recalling this part of the script. “Priya, have you heard of men dedicating their lives to the service of God?”

“I have, yes.” Priya said.

“Priya, I believe with all my heart that you are the one true Goddess on this earth…”

“So you want to dedicate your life to serving me.” Priya nodded. “The Goddess.” Her breath slowed down, as did the blinking of her eyes. Never had she paid so much attention to me, but something about this proposition got her to stop, think and consider my existence, which felt good.

“What do you say, Priya?” I asked.

“You want to be my slave because you think I’m the Goddess.” She nodded, still thinking hard.

“I believe you are, Priya. It’s faith.”

“You are mental.” Priya shook her head. “But what you are proposing now…,” she paused and considered for a few moments, “is not so bad. After all, you just want me to use you.”

“I’m glad…” I began but she didn’t hear at all.

“Tell me one thing. What is it that you so desperately want to do for me?”

“I would do anything you tell me to do, Priya.”

“Hmm, that’s what I thought.” Priya said, pulling my head next to her knee and giving a kick to my face with her other foot. “You would do anything, you’re just a slave.” As I lowered my head to the floor, she planted her foot on my nape, burying me down. “I can understand why guys would want to massage my legs for me. I mean, my legs are super-gorgeous. But what about other things?”

“Like what, Priya?”

“Would you do gross, dirty things for me?” Priya asked.

“You name it, Priya.” I said.

“Hmm, let me see.” Priya mused, with an index finger on her cheeks. “Oh I got it! Today, at ten o clock, I can easily find out whether you are for real or not…”

“How?”

“Ahh, let’s go into the living room.” Priya said, stepping off my neck and heading for the room’s door. She unbolted it and headed straight for the couch. I got up to my feet, and rubbed her saliva off my face and searched for a rag that I could possibly use. There wasn’t any, so I smeared it all on my beautiful gray shirt. I quickly pushed my hair back, so I didn’t look like I’d just been beaten up. All of this took less than thirty seconds for me, and I was soon sitting on the living room couch, as if everything were normal.

Priya was on the far end towards the refrigerator, and had gestured me to sit on the other end. She leaned back on the couch, curling her body towards me and brought her legs to the couch. “Pick up the cordless phone,” she said. I turned back, to pick up the phone from a little stand next to the couch and showed it to her. “Turn it on.” Easy enough, I did that too. “Now, dial your home number.”

“Why, Priya?”

“I want you to tell your mom that you will have dinner here.” Priya’s face glinted with a smile.

“Fish kheema?” I gulped.

“Yup. You’re going to eat fish in front of me today.” Priya raised her hand and looked at her fingernails, probably to check their lengths. “That is,” she lowered her glasses and eyes saw me from above them, “if you are for real.”

“I am, Priya.” I began to dial my home number and the phone started to ring. My mother picked up the call from the other end.

“Hello?”

“Ma, it’s me.” I said.

“Suhas, where have you been? I made the dosas half an hour back, thinking that you would show up, but…”

“Ma, I’m so sorry but I can’t have dinner at home today.” I said. Priya giggled next to me.

“Why, Suhas?”

“Ma, I’m having dinner at Priya’s.” That’s what we called our neighbors. It certainly wasn’t “Vidya’s place”, and for some reason we didn’t call it “Hema auntie’s place.” It was always “Priya’s”.

“What?” My mother asked, startled. “They’ve made vegetarian food there for dinner?”

“Yes, ma. It’s some kind of kheema.”

“Okay, when will you be back?”

I checked the clock- it was 9.00 PM. “10:30 PM?” I asked Priya and she nodded, so I said it again.

“Why so late?”

“Ma, they always have dinner at 10.”

“Okay. Come back soon, Suhas. I want to sleep.” Mother said before hanging up. I replaced the cordless device on the stand.

“Good boy.” Priya giggled. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Priya.”

“‘Some kind of kheema’- haha!” Priya laughed. “The incomplete truth.”

“Yeah,” I shivered from the thought of eating hardcore non-vegetarian food for the first time. This wasn’t just eggs, it was fish. Slippery fish, caught from water bodies using worms hooked to a fishing wire and all that. I could have had spicy groundnut chutney with dosas today.

“What are you thinking?” Priya asked, leaning closer to me. “Having seconds thoughts about becoming my slave?”

“N..no Priya. I’ve always wanted to try non-veggie food.” I said. The scent of cooking fish suddenly conquered the air in the living room. I almost fell sick instantly, but Priya closed her eyes and took it all in.

“Isn’t that smell wonderful?”

“Yes it is, Priya.”

“Yummmm.” Priya patted her tight stomach. “When do you people eat dinner anyway?”

“8.30″ My head went down.

“Nice!” Priya smiled and nodded. “So you’re going to be all good and hungry by the time we eat,” she said, “fish kheema.” She sniffed the air again. “It smells extra juicy today, but I’m still not hungry.”

“Good, Priya.”

“I’ll just have to inform my mother.” Priya said. “Ma!” she called out. “Suhas is having dinner with us.”

“That’s good!” Auntie said, her voice barely audible in an ocean of cutlery noises.

“Now,” Priya stretched out her legs to the tea-table and rested her feet on them. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“How I’m feeling?” I asked and she nodded. “B..but how does that matter, Priya? I’m your slave.”

“I want to know whether this scares the crap out of you.” Priya said. “The fact that you’re about to eat non-vegetarian food, the fact that that might just be the first of a lifelong sequence of unpleasant tasks. How can that not scare you?”

“Priya,” I gulped, “it does scare the life out of me but it’s also exciting as hell. Priya, you have to understand this. Since the day we met, five years back I’ve only been dreaming of doing this every single day. All 24 hours of the day, you’re all I could ever think of.”

“As your Goddess?” Priya asked.

“Yes, Priya. I never considered myself as your peer, not for a moment. I worship the image of you in my mind when I’m supposed to be thinking of God. All day, every wish I ever make I make to you, every prayer is for you. And at night, I write down stories about you in my diaries.”

“Stories about me?”

“Imaginary ones. Fiction.” I said. “Like the day we met, I imagined you as my English teacher from school hitting me with a cane.”

“Why would I hit you with a cane?”

“Priya, in all my fantasies you are a sadistic, authoritative girl.”

“First of all, I’m not sadistic. I didn’t feel especially happy beating you up in that room.”

“I know, Priya. But what I love about you is the sheer strength of your character. That’s what I worship about you.”

“But your fantasy version of Priya is so different from me. I’d never whip someone with a cane.” Priya said. She was looking straight into my eyes, there wasn’t a whisker of doubt in her mind. “I think you’re just going to feel a world of pain, before you give up and run away.”

“I won’t, Priya. You’ll see. I’ll be your faithful slave even if it kills me.”

“We will just have to wait and see about that,” Priya said, giving me a little wink. She got up from the couch and began to walk back towards her parent’s room. “Follow me, we’ve got almost an hour left for dinner.”

“Yes, Priya.” I walked into the room. Two steps inside, she gestured at the bolt. I promptly shut the door and turned to her, and she headed straight for the cupboard’s full length mirror.

“You know what I love doing more than anything in the world?” Priya asked.

“Watching yourself in the mirror?”

“Exactly.” Priya said. “Come here and kneel next to my legs.” I promptly knelt next to her and looked at the majestic beauty in the mirror. “I should get used to having a slave, shouldn’t I?” she said. “After all, some girls have dogs and some have cats. I have a human. Not such a big deal, right?” She was gazing at her own breasts in the mirror, so I wondered whether she would even listen to my answer.

“Y…”

“Slave!” Priya said, pointing to me. “I won’t call you Suhas anymore. I will call you ‘slave’.”

“Thanks…”

“Or maybe ‘slave dog’. That sounds nice. Slave dog!” she smiled, pointing at me. I joined my hands and bowed down. “I should probably call you that in public.”

“Priya,” I began but she had second thoughts almost instantly.

“Maybe not. We should keep this a secret for a few days, don’t you think?” Priya said, nodding at her reflection. “Yes we should.” She pushed back some of her hair, then moved some locks in front again. She brought one hand up to her cleavage, bent forward and blew an air-kiss at her reflection. Her expression turned less happy as she looked to the bottom right of the reflection, her slave dog waiting at her feet. “Me,” she pointed at herself, “and my ‘slave dog’,” she pointed at me. “Maybe we should do some poses together, don’t you think?” Priya asked.

“Sur…” I was going to say “surely” but she spoke long before I could finish the word.

“Why am I asking you? You are a slave, you will do anything I tell you to do.” Priya smiled into the mirror. “That’s the way it’s going to be.”

“Yes, Priya.”

“I’m a Goddess and you’re just a slave.” Priya said. “I want you to bow down, touch your forehead to my feet and worship me like you’ve always dreamed of.” I got down on my hands and knees and lowered myself to do the pose as she’d ordered. “I bless you!” she said, raising her head higher than ever and taking a deep inhale, filling up her lungs with power. I kissed the upper surface of her foot and accepted the blessing. “Hmm,” she twisted her lip, completely unconvinced. “Let’s try something else. Sit over here,” she pointed between her legs. I took a seat at the place she was pointing at, and she planted her right foot on top of my head. “Definitely better,” she nodded into the mirror. She moved her foot slightly, such that some of her toes floated over the top of my head. “My foot is your crown,” she giggled, checking out her powerful pose in the mirror.

“But I need a bit more,” she turned away and walked to the clothes hook on the wall, where she fished out a belt and returned to the mirror. She snapped her fingers and gestured me to show her my neck. She ran the leather belt around my neck, and tied it tight around my neck. She was certainly much more pleased with this image in the mirror. “The Goddess and her slave dog.” she announced. I looked at the mirror too, and felt wonderful. The beautiful, tall girl dressed beautifully in her black shirt and red mini-skirt, and me at the bottom right corner on my hands and knees like a dog. “You don’t get to raise your head, you slave dog,” she said, bringing her knees over to my head. She turned to the mirror and let out a squeal of delight at the new picture, with her slave dog’s head subdued under her right knee. “This feels good. Someday, we’ll take photos of that.”

“Thank you, Priya.”

She turned to the bed and pointed to the end that was just below the window grills. “Now go back there, you slave dog!” Her voice carried a beautiful smile. With my head low and mouth shut, I obeyed her order sitting back exactly where I had proposed my freedom away to her. “I will have my legs pressed now, slave dog.” She jumped over to the bed, with her head inside the soft pillow. Her legs rose in the air, and her feet soon landed on my eyes. “Are you ready to work, slave dog?”

“Yes, Priya.”

“Then hold my feet up to your face.” Priya said, letting go of her legs. I felt their full weight in my hands as I held up each of her heels in my hands. I moved closer and slowly brought her left foot below my right cheek, the mules of her feet over my eyes. “Wrong,” she shook her head. “I need you to be leaning against the window all the time.”

I moved back and felt the grills of the window against my head. “But your feet are too far off now, Priya.”

“So move me closer,” she smiled, sinking deeper into the bed. She wasn’t going to apply a single ounce of effort for such things.

I dropped from myself to the floor next to her thighs and wrapped my arms around them. “May I?” I asked and she nodded. I caught the undersides of her smooth thighs in my hands and lifted her bum off the bed to drag her body closer to the window grills, revealing more and more of her upper thighs as I did. I moved her about twenty inches below where her pillow was, after which I sat back against the window grills.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Priya asked.

“Immensely, Priya.” I picked up her heels and carefully placed them on my face such that her toes ended up just below my eyes.

“Nah, I’m going to take all the fun out of it for you,” Priya said, sliding her foot so they covered up my eyes. “You have to massage my legs now, and you don’t get to look at them as you work.”

“It would still be enjoyable, Priya.” I said, maneuvering my lips between her heels to get the words out. I groped down her ankles, and found her knees, and squeezed them in my hands. I moved the squeezing down from there, back to the ankles moving my hands in perfect sync along her lower legs.

“Hey, slave dog.” Priya said, moving her toes off my eyes. “Can you multitask for me?”

“Yes, Priya.”

“Then I want you to kiss my feet as you massage my legs.” Priya said. “That’s the one thing Vidya refused to do when she was massaging me yesterday.”

From the corner of my eyes I saw the bottoms of her toes and her sharp toenails. I converged my lips on her big toe and she fell back, giggling hard. “That tickles,” she said. “Maybe you should shave that stupid moustache of yours.”

“I,” I gulped hard, this wasn’t going where I thought it would, “will do it, Priya.”

“You’ll shave your moustache? You would actually go and do that?” Priya asked. “Oh you would, because you’re my slave dog.” She smiled and examined my reaction thoroughly. “Alright, you don’t have to. The moustache kinda looks good on you.”

“You think so?” My heart began to work again.

“I suppose so… Besides I can see how scared you are,” she winked and dropped her head back. “We’ll just do one thing at a time. Today’s challenge is just the fish kheema.”

“Thank you, Priya.” My hands squeezed along her lower leg for a third round, down to her ankles then up to her knees again. At the same time I attempted to lick my moustache to its place so I could give her foot a kiss without tickling her. Seemed like a long term plan, but I was able to make it work, largely because she was getting accustomed to having her foot kissed by a slave, or it seemed that way. I thoroughly enjoyed the harder areas of her leg below her knees, but it was time to venture into the more delightful areas. I moved my hands up to her knees and slowly slid down her thighs. I closed my eyes and delighted my senses with the feel of her gorgeous thighs.

“You’re going to masturbate all night thinking about this, aren’t you?” Priya asked. I felt somewhat assaulted by the straightforward language, but eventually broke to a nod. “Well, don’t.”

“Why not, Priya?” My stiff cock begged me to ask.

“I want you to go one month without yanking yourself.” Priya said. “That’s an strict order from me. Don’t ask me why yet.”

“Alright Priya. I won’t do that for a month.” My hands were now squeezing her upper thighs, and I was feeling a lot more pleasure from it than she was.

“You think you can actually do that?”

“It’s going to be extremely hard, Priya.” I said. “Every night, my cock remembers you and gets erect even when I don’t.”

“Haha…!” Priya laughed very hard at this one. Her boobs shook up and down all along, and I pleased myself by just watching her laugh. “So,” she finally said as if she’d made a firm decision about something, “I am going to make this much harder for you.”

“How can it get any harder, Priya?” I asked, reaching into her inner thighs. “You’ve allowed me to feel your thighs…”

“It can get much harder.” Priya said. “Grab my thighs and bring me closer to yourself, without getting up from your place there.” I placed her legs on my shoulders and slid between them, grabbing her thighs with both hands to pick her off the bed and drag her closer to my end of the bed. “Closer,” she said. I went on dragging her closer to myself until her buttocks were on my lap. Her legs went up to one of the grills behind me, putting me in a bit of darkness under them. “This is good,” Priya said. “Slide your face between my knees. I want to watch your reaction to this.”

“Okay,” I separated her knees and brought my ears in between them. The sight below me was simply sensational- it was the complete length of her thighs, plus the black panties she was wearing. Her mini-skirt had slid up to her abdomen, and I reveled at the sight of her luscious bums.

“You feeling hot, Mister Suhas?” Priya asked, giggling away. The question needed no answering. “Alright, slave. I want you to massage them for me.”

“You mean, your…” I asked, pointing a shivering finger at her butt.

“Exactly.” Priya nodded. “My bum.”

“Oh my God!” I sent my fingers to the bottom of her panties and caught the soft spheres in my hands through the silky cloth. My cock exploded through the zip of my pants as I squeezed them and brought them together, then spread them apart. I grabbed both balls fully in my hands and softly squeezed them together.

“You can go under.” Priya said. I groped for the bottom thread of her panties with my fingers and pushed a few fingers through the gap in between. My fingers were soon all over the smooth, moist balls. I repeated the motion on her bare buttocks this time, squeezing them together, spreading them apart, together and apart. Priya twisted herself on the bed to take a look at my midsection. “Oh my God! Look at your pants.”

“I’m sorry, Priya.”

“Hey, no problem. I enjoy the thought that guys whack themselves to sleep to these beauties every night.” Priya said. “But now, I’m going to make it even harder.”

“That,” I declared, “isn’t possible at all.”

“But it is, Suhas.” Priya said. I felt her legs move up to the grills, catching them tight with her toes. She moved one leg over the other, and began to climb her way over them.

“W..what are you trying to do, Priya?”

“Just bringing my bum to your face.” Priya giggled. “That would make it much harder for you, wouldn’t it?” I sat my hands back and waited for her to complete the climb. Her legs slowly slid their way up to the top of my head and eventually, her buttocks were all the way up to my face with her head at my lap. “Sniff,” she ordered. I closed my eyes and brought my nose to the wrinkle in her panties between the two balls. The smell was intoxicating, even though it was just her sweat mainly. “Now, I want you to smell them as you massage them.” she ordered, dropping her hands apart.

I thrust my face to the core of her panties, and squeezed the balls into my face, smothering myself out of breath. I then jiggled the balls around my nose, before smothering myself again. As I played with her bums right in front of my face, tears began to flow out of my eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Priya giggled.

“It’s almost the best moment of my life, Priya.” I said. “But you won’t let me whack off for a month…”

“Of course I won’t. This is actually a punishment you can say.” Priya giggled. “Continue, we have just a few minutes left.”

I couldn’t believe how quickly time had passed ever since I began massaging her legs, so I took the last few minutes attempting to kiss the moist bare skin of her buttocks but didn’t succeed entirely. Her mother was soon knocking on the door. “Priya, it’s dinner time.”

“Coming ma,” Priya got herself off me and the bed. She headed for the door, but stepped back to fix up my hair and my clothes. “We have been in a locked room for over an hour today. People shouldn’t get suspicious of what we were doing here.”

“That’s true, Priya.” I helped her help me get ready for dinner and we were done quite soon.

“Are you going to wash your hands?” Priya asked, winking at me.

“Never ever for the remainder of my life, Priya. It has your divine scent on it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Priya laughed as she headed out of the room. I followed quickly and soon we were on the six-chair dining table. Priya pointed to one of the chairs as we entered, indicating that I should sit there, and she sat on the opposite chair. “You’ve never eaten non-veg before, have you Suhas?” she asked with a loud voice, making sure that everyone heard. Her mother and Vidya turned to me, awaiting the answer.

“Well I had your mom’s boiled eggs today evening.” I shrugged.

“Eggs. Haha.” Priya smiled. “So you’ve never had meat in your life?”

“Never, Priya.”

Her mother joined in the conversation. “Is it forbidden in your caste, Suhas?”

Well, it was. But I couldn’t say that, or she wouldn’t let me eat. I groped around in my mind for an answer but Priya offered one to her mother. “Ma, he has recently had a sort of religious transformation.” My heart began to pound hard, trying to fathom what she might say next. “He worships a different God or Goddess these days, who is more liberal with such things,” she had a wicked smile on her face as she said that.

“Oh, that’s wonderful.” Auntie said. “Who is this new God, Suhas?”

“Umm,” I looked around the room and saw Vidya set down her physics textbook on the table. She was reading a chapter titled “Electromagnetic waves”. I turned to auntie and said, “electromagnetic waves.” It was as good an answer as any.

“What?” Auntie asked. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“On the contrary, auntie.” I gulped, making up fake scientific explanations in my head. “All matter exists solely because of electromagnetic waves. It’s the very force that holds atoms together, it’s the force that produces thought in one’s head. The whole universe was created by a single burst of electromagnetic waves…”

“Called big bang?” Priya asked, chin in her hands listening intently to every word I was making up.

“Exactly.” I said. “So, if electromagnetic waves created the universe, electromagnetic waves make all matter what it is, and they also produce thought in one’s head, they must be God.”

“You kids are weird.” Auntie said, shutting off her stove and raising a large bowl of fish kheema from the flame. She placed it at the center of the table, between me and Priya. Her eyes lit up and her mouth salivated in anticipation. My stomach twisted itself into an unwilling cork from the smell of fish. Auntie picked up a thermos casserole full of rotis and sat herself on Priya’s side, while Vidya settled next to me. “Help yourself,” auntie said.

“Thanks auntie. But maybe Priya should go first?”

“Not at all,” Priya said, pushing the bowl towards me. “You are the guest in this house,” her smile turned more wicked every moment.

“That’s true,” Vidya said. “Athithi devo bhava,” she quoted an ancient Sanskrit saying which equated guests to God.

“Okay,” I picked up a large spoon and carefully examined the kheema. It had a few pieces of fish floating around, but was largely gravy. So I tried to probe exclusively into the liquid areas of the bowl, but Priya shook her head.

“You should have the pieces, Suhas. Otherwise it’s just like vegetarian food.” Priya said.

“Alright, I’ll have one piece.” I said, picking up one dark piece of fish meat from the bowl and transferring it on my plate. I then picked up a couple of rotis from the casserole and dug into the gravy. Priya shook her head for that too, and I knew what she meant. It was time to give up. I squeezed a piece of roti into the fish piece, scooping it on. I closed my eyes and slowly brought it into my mouth. Biting into that piece was a sensational experience. I felt my heart beat hasten, like it had been blocked all these years and suddenly wasn’t. It tasted much like the vegetarian korma, except that it was far more tasty. The taste of the fish piece wasn’t as nauseating as its smell, and it sank into my stomach quite quickly. “I’m a non-vegetarian!” I announced.

“You like it?” Auntie asked.

“I love it, auntie. Eating this is the most liberating experience I’ve had in a long time.” I said. My eyes fell upon Priya, whose face was in a pre-frown. “One of the most liberating experiences.” I corrected myself, to earn Priya’s approving smile.

“That’s wonderful.” Auntie said. “See, Priya? My cooking turns devout vegetarians into non-vegetarians.”

“You are always the best, ma.” Priya said. She watched me dig into the fish kheema on my plate for some time and began to eat her own dinner. I found myself digging like crazy into the casserole and the delicious kheema, when I felt Priya’s foot on my knee. I shrugged, forming a question mark with my eyebrow. Priya sat back and smiled, as for her upper body. Her foot, however, ventured in between my thighs. I tried to bring them together, but she was in too deep to put up any sort of defense. I felt her ankles brush away my thighs, making way for the heel to reach my midsection. I turned to Vidya for help, but she was too busy memorizing some equation from the textbook.

“Have you tried wraps, Suhas?” Priya asked. “Like veg wraps or egg wraps.”

“You mean rolls?” I asked, retreating as far behind as I could on my chair.

“I mean wraps.” Priya gestured towards her foot.

“Oh no,” I said. “I will try doing that…” Her foot crushed deeper into my cock, “right now.”

“Go ahead,” she smiled. I picked up my last roti and brought it below the table. She moved her foot a big higher. Vidya was still clueless. I spread out the roti on Priya’s foot and rubbed it around, gathering dust from their bottoms onto it. Priya made a gesture with her fingers- she ran her right forefinger between the index and middle finger of her left hand. I understood what that meant- I should run my roti between her toes, so I did. She then replaced the foot and waited for me to run the roti through every inch of them too. I slowly brought the roti back up and spread it on my plate, showing her how much dust I’d managed to gather from the venture. She nodded in approval and waited for me to dig into the dusty food. I put the few remaining pieces of fish in the middle of the roti, rolled it into a thick log and ate it end to end, much to her delight.

We were soon done with dinner, at around 10:20 PM. “It’s time for me to go,” I announced to the Lady and her two daughters.

Auntie and Vidya said goodbye, while Priya said that she would walk me to the gate. Priya and I were soon outside. I put on my footwear and Priya closed the front door behind her. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

“Sure, Priya.” I said.

“Well,” Priya cleared her throat as if she were about to deliver a long speech, “first of all, I would say that you have certainly cleared my test.”

“The fish kheema and the foot flavored roll?” I asked. “I really enjoyed those things, Priya.”

“So becoming my slave was good for you?” Priya asked.

“Mostly, yes.” I said. “Fish kheema was awesome. The only problem I have now is that I have to figure out how to sleep without whacking off to what happened today.”

“One month.” Priya said. “You aren’t going to masturbate for one whole month.”

“Yes, Priya. I promise you I won’t.”

“I can easily tell if a guy hasn’t done it for a month.” Priya said.

“How?”

“Experience,” she smiled.

“So you’ve done ‘it’? A lot?”

“Seventeen times.” Priya said. “Three different guys. I won’t give you any more details, so don’t ask.”

“Okay.”

“Hmm, what else did I want to say? Oh yes, I enjoyed our time today too.” Priya said. “It’s weird. You know how many times guys have accused me of using them? Quite a few times, but here you are begging me for it.”

A cold breeze blew across, causing me to wrap myself into a little ball next to her gate but the wind had almost no effect on her, despite showing eight times as much skin. “I’m g..glad you enjoyed it, Priya.” I said, teeth chattering halfway through.

“Do you have college tomorrow?” Priya asked.

“I do, Priya. What about you?”

“I’m on vacation. How do you think I have so much time to torture my sister?” Priya laughed. “When can we meet again?”

“Tomorrow, after college?” I asked, overly eager but deliberately so.

“Nah. We’ll meet after thirty days. Consider that your second test.” Priya opened up the gate and saw me off to the other side. “And one more thing. I have said this before, but I really want you to get it. You can never ever be my boyfriend.”

“I don’t want to.” I said, shivering through another cold breeze. “But out of curiosity, are you single now?”

“Let’s say I am between guys.” Priya said, shaking her flattened hand this way and that. “And that answer was just to satisfy your curiosity, not to be misinterpreted as an invitation.”

“Thanks, Priya.” I said. “So…”

“So….”

“I guess I’ll be going home.” I said. “No whacking for thirty days until we meet again. I can’t ever be your boyfriend, we will continue having a good time next month.”

“Yup.” Priya nodded.

“See you in thirty days,” I said, slowly turning away from her house and stepping away.

“Bye.” Priya said, walking into her house.

I quickly scampered along the muddy road, turned right and headed to my house. My mother was quite angry that I had taken so long, even though I was home at the promised time. She turned off the lights in her room and slept off, while I was soon in my bedroom reliving every moment of that evening, in her parents’ room. The divine scent of her butt on my face, the feel of her thighs, and even the feel of her angry spit on my face when she thought I was proposing. My cock stiffened up and I jumped into the bed, thinking that I would sleep it off. That didn’t work. So I got off my bed, threw it off the cot to prevent myself from even thinking of approaching it ever again. The only way I could keep my promise was if I never anywhere near a bed. I sat on my study table, placed my forehead on the desk and snored myself into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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It was almost midnight, but a few minutes were still left which meant that it was still May 15th, Tuesday. I could still clearly remember the 16th of last month, when I went over to Priya’s place and told her that I wanted to be her slave. After an initial violent rejection, she eventually came to accept me as her pet. After all, she would just be using me and throwing me away: our D/S relationship wouldn’t get in the way of anything in her life. That day, she allowed me to massage the intimate parts of her body, and laid a stipulation that I couldn’t whack off for a whole month and that we wouldn’t even talk for the whole month. So here I was, staring away at the second hand of the clock as it climbed up the Everest that was the left semi-circle of the clock and reached 11:59 PM. I picked up my phone from the desk and scrolled down the contacts to find “Priya.Goddess.” I began to think about what I would do now- would I actually give her a call at this hour?

The last thirty days were supposed to be the happiest days of my life. I had become her slave, all my dreams had come true. But the no-masturbation clause proved insurmountable. I would spent every day and every night being horny for her, with no outlet for the pent-up sexual energy. All I could do was devise a few ways to stop myself from wanting it so desperately, and some of the methods are too disgusting to mention.

I stared at the clock some more. It was nearing 12AM, but I wasn’t at all sleepy. My heart rate seemed inversely proportional to the number of seconds left for midnight. My cock screamed for me to call her up, but my hands shivered at the thought of obeying such an order. After all, I was her slave. I didn’t have the right to wake her up if she wasn’t awake, or ask her to dominate me just because I was feeling horny- there was hardly any time when I wasn’t.

The clock struck twelve. It was officially the thirtieth day I had gone without yanking myself, per the wishes of the owner of my soul, my beautiful neighbor and my Goddess Priya. Would I be allowed to put myself to sleep the usual way today, was I allowed to make such a drastic assumption being just a slave? That’s when I thought of something. She was, after all, my neighbor. I could easily find out whether she was awake or not by the light in her room. It wasn’t conclusive, but it was worth a shot, so I opened the door and climbed the stairway leading up to my terrace. I got on the terrace and looked towards her little green house in the distance, which at this time was black like all the other houses. There was a light coming from her house, and upon careful inspection I concluded that it was indeed coming from her room. It was time for action.

I quickly got down the stairs into my room and picked up the phone. Just as I was about to hit the call button, my phone gave me the call screen, with the name of “Priya.Goddess”. It wasn’t the blue arrow, indicating an outgoing call, rather it was a green arrow which meant she was calling up! I hit the answer button and began our little conversation.

“Hello, Priya.”

“Hi, Suhas.” She said. Her voice had a ring to it. She most certainly was up and awake.

“Priya, I was just going to call you up.”

“Good. Now did you keep your promise like I had asked you to?” Priya asked.

“I haven’t yanked myself in thirty days, Priya.”

“And how does that feel?”

“I’m horny as hell, Priya.”

She giggled for a while before talking. “Alright. Do you want to come over to my place now?”

“Now? You mean, now? Midnight?”

“Yes.”

“But.. my mother is sleeping in the next room. What if I get caught?”

“Stay quiet and you won’t get caught.” Priya said. “Slip out of the house and lock the door. Even I know that your house keys are on the fridge, so lock it quietly and come over without making the slightest noise.”

My heart began to glow from those instructions. I’d never done anything so sneaky before. So I said, “I’ll do it” and climbed down the stairs. I found the house keys, slipped into my sandals and unlocked the door. Very quietly, I slipped out the house and headed for my gate. Even as I touched the gate, it sounded a little clang that would possibly wake people up. So I turned left for the compound wall and jumped to reach the top. I pulled myself up and then jumped over to the street; my heart was never this excited hitherto. My mind began to concoct movies about what Priya would have me do for her today, at this hour…maybe we would spend the night together as mistress and slave.

The night was, however, very cold and windy. In the dim moonlight, I could hardly see what I was stepping into, on the streets. There were a few sodium vapor lamps here and there but the darkness gaps between them were huge, lengthy and scary. Before long, I encountered a pack of dogs viciously fighting and barking with each other for some stolen morsel of food. Or maybe they were making love, I couldn’t tell- their eyes were all I could see from the distance. The pack moved from the left side of the road to the right, and continued their fray at the center. I continued to walk along the street, staying as far away from the dogs as I could, and that proved to work. Soon, I reached the next cross and turned left to see Priya’s house. It was dark on the outside, her room’s light was on at the side.

Scared stiff by the time I reached the front gate, I called up the Goddess’s cellphone. “Coming,” was the only word in this conversation. About one minute I spent in the darkness, shivering before her house for a different reason than the last time. The front door squeaked open and her figure stepped towards the gate. “Hey, why are you outside? Come in.”

“Your gate would make a noise.”

“Jump over, sissy boy.” Priya said, pointing to the pedestal of the gate. Although it was about seven feet tall, I was able to climb over easily, after which I made a hard landing from there to the floor. Priya giggled as she saw me wince in pain from the high jump, mumbled “idiot” and went inside. I quickly followed her in, leaving my footwear at her portico. “This is not going to be as easy as last time,” she whispered, once we were safely inside the living room.

“Why?” I asked in a whisper.

“Parents are in their room.” Priya gestured towards her parents’ room at the left. “We can’t turn on this chandelier, that would wake them up,” she pointed to the top.

“Oh! What about your room?”

“Not entirely safe.” Priya led me into her room. Her bed was to the right side of the room, and Vidya’s was out on the left and she was sleeping sound on it. Her head was flowing out of the bed, she was under a thick red rug sleeping warm and snoring away. “Vidya is out like a light. But I plan to make a lot of noise today, so we can’t afford to disturb her.”

“Oh that’s true,” I bowed down in despair. “So where can we go?”

Priya pointed her thumb to her right. I turned that way, to see a closed door, so I approached it and slowly opened its bolt. Even in the darkness, I could see giant structures of porcelain and figured out what it was. “A bathroom?” I gulped.

“Yup.” Priya giggled. “It should suffice for what we do, right?” she asked, winking at me.

“That’s right.” I said, although I couldn’t imagine how I would possibly massage her buttocks in there but she obviously had something completely different planned for this session, and I didn’t dare ask her what it is. I just walked in and stood under the shower taps, in front of her large brown bathtub on the tiled floor. There were two bathroom stools shaped and designed like dice placed below the full length bathroom mirror. The floor was slightly wet, but not unworkable. It was, after all, a bathroom.

Priya walked inside, turned on the light and bolted the bathroom door shut. This was the first time that night I actually observed what she was wearing. It was a long, green Salwar Kameez with a chessboard kind of design, golden thread borders for the individual squares, embroidered below the neck, over the breasts. The sleeves were long, and covered her arms completely, and the loose chudidar (pyjama) was of a matching green color. These weren’t clothes that one expects an Indian girl to be wearing at midnight, especially not a promiscuous girl like Priya who is especially proud of her skin. These were more like classy party-wear, that covered a bit too much of her beauty. However, I could still feel a flow of blood pumping into my cock to greet her with solid, erect respect. She wasn’t less beautiful than when she wore the mini-skirt, she was just a different flavor of beautiful.

“Wow,” only one word came out of my mouth.

“I know.” Priya gave her usual response for comments about her looks.

“But Priya, it’s midnight…”

“I know.” Priya said. “I wanted to try out a theory. For this, I need to be well-dressed and you…”

I turned to the full-length mirror to my right and saw how terrible I looked. I hadn’t combed my hair, I was in a black t-shirt which read “24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence?” and faded brown bermuda shorts. This was no way to present myself to a Goddess. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no need.” Priya smiled. “I was going to say that you should be nude.”

“Oh?” I asked, my eyes twitching left and right.

“What did you expect?” Priya asked. “You say that you haven’t yanked yourself in thirty days. Now I do have to verify that for myself, shouldn’t I?”

“Oh yes.” I said. After all, in all the femdom porn I ever watched, the male was always nude. So I began with my t-shirt.

“You have college tomorrow?” Priya asked, leaning towards the back wall.

“Yeah. What about you?” I asked, since we were in small-talk or foreplay stage anyway.

“I do,” she said sounding neither happy nor sad. “We are going to be such zombies tomorrow!”

“Yeah.” I placed my shirt on the hanger and then went for my shorts.

“You know that you’re wrong, don’t you?” she asked, somewhat out of the blue.

“Wrong about what?”

“You think that being my slave will do you good. But it won’t.”

“I beg to differ…”

“I will progressively make this harder for you,” Priya said, “until you break.”

“Which is based on the presumption that I have a breaking point.” I snickered. There was hardly anything that I wouldn’t bear for the girl, the Goddess if she wanted.

“I’ll show you soon, once you lose that.” Priya said, gesturing to my underpants. I quickly got rid of them and stood before her, my body bent over like a banana. She took a good look at my penis and acknowledged its presence with a mocking smile and a nod.

“Err,” I looked around, “you see, it’s winter so it would shrink…”

“Actually, it’s not all bad,” Priya said, “You’re not a boyfriend candidate or anything. For a slave, that will do.”

“Oh good.”

“Now, we’ll start.” Priya turned serious. “I’m a Mistress and you’re just a slave.” I felt a bright, glowing ring around my heart as she burned me with her big brown eyes. “Kneel,” she ordered, pointing to the wet floor before her. I looked for the dryest spots to bring my knees down on, and I did. “You say you haven’t masturbated for thirty days, slave?”

“True, my Goddess.”

Priya stepped closer, and as she did, I felt warm waves of electricity emanate from my gut and spread across my heart. She fixed the glasses on her nose for a moment before bending over. She placed her left hand on my neck and strangled it slightly as she lowered her right hand down to my dick. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers reach into my manhood and catch the snake in her hand. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a tight squeeze, causing me to let out a little joyful whine, or perhaps I was too ticklish, given that this was the first time a girl’s fingers had ever probed them. She then raised up the snake and sent her fingers in between the testicles, examining the size of the skin bag formed between them. I closed my eyes tight and told myself to stay still. I tried to lose myself in the delicious, feminine smell of her neck which, even at this hour, was simply intoxicating. To distract myself further, I began to have random thoughts about her becoming a doctor once she completed her courses in three years and how amazing she would be at that job. Her fingers soon stopped fiddling with my delicates and she stood back up to lean against the back wall. I looked up to her for approval.

“Good,” she said. “It looks like you thought about me a lot, but never had an orgasm for thirty days.”

“Th…thanks, Priya,” I was nervous despite the obvious positive result. “How did you know?”

“You have vasocongestion,” Priya said.

“Oh no!” I caught my head and sunk into the wet tiles. “I knew I’d get a disease…”

“Hey it’s not a disease,” she laughed, “it’s also called blue balls.”

“Oh that!” I was right back up to my kneel. “That was inevitable.”

“Right,” Priya turned serious again. “Now it’s time to fix it.”

My heart began to pound from her statement, screaming the words “oh no! oh no!” louder with each circulation.

“I am going to break you now,” Priya grinned, “with a terribly simple game. It’s called infinite wet slaps. Guess what I’ll do to you now?”

“You’ll keep on slapping me with wet hands until I give up and run home to mommy.” I guessed.

“Almost.” Priya said. “You see, I’m going to slap your wet face until you give up.”

“Should I go to the wash basin…?”

“No, stay there.” Priya said. In a split-second, she brought her face down before mine and carefully spat on my forehead. “Pthoo.” The viscous fluid flowed down to my nose and split into two streams at the bridge. “If I split along your hairline, it’ll spread everywhere,” she mused. She gathered up what seemed like a ton more of saliva in her mouth and sent a ball of it like a projectile, hitting my eyebrows and pouring down my cheek. She did the same on my other eyebrow, but that wasn’t quite as accurate- the spit ball went into my eye and remained there. “Aww, I have to try again,” she said, preparing her mouth for the next assault. This time, the she hit the spot below the hair, exactly where she aimed. I tried to open my eyes for a moment, but saw a wet windshield, with rain pouring down and a dysfunctional, rather absent, wiper system to clean it off. I simply closed my eyes, tightened my skin and felt her spit crawl all over my face.

“Good,” she concluded, after eighteen vicious, wet spits. My eyes wouldn’t know whether to open to the proposition she was going to slap me hard. I felt her left hand catch my neck, bringing my head closer. Her right hand performed the wet slap, with a full swing from behind her shoulders. My ears began to beep like a fire alarm from the impact of one, while my brain tried to prepare itself for the next one- as she had said that each slap would be harder than the last. “Let me practice left hand slapping,” she said, switching her hands. The left hand went up and landed five dents on my wet cheek, but the impact wasn’t nearly as well-trained as her right hand. But she had the whole night to practice. The left hand went back up and landed over on my face, relentless and persistent. Priya paused after the practice to observe my eyes- my tears seemed to be mixed indistinguishably with her spit, but my lips made the expression more than clear. “Aww, look at you, you cry baby.”

“W..why?” I broke down. “Do you want me to go home or what?”

“Of course not,” Priya said, gesturing down to my midsection. I turned down to see what she was indicating. “It looks like we’re both having a lot of fun.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing- my cock was erect and aroused. I began to wonder, at which point did I start to get an erection? Priya’s hands spoiled the party, trapping me in a tight strangle to deliver a few more nasty slaps to my face. She grunted as she delivered them, much like a tennis player would when returning a fast ball, but the faint picture of her face in the bathroom light still vividly showed her smile. She was turning sadistic, as compared to the angry version of her slapping me the last time.

“We’ve run out.” Priya said.

“Run out of what?” I held back from asking.

“Lubricant,” Priya giggled, catching my face and bringing me up to her face. Her lips converged as she gathered more saliva from the bottomless well, and shot it forth to the center of my face. I dropped down, with no hope of resistance. With three more spits, she re-lubricated my face for the slaps. After which a dozen more slaps followed. She didn’t even have to strangle my neck this time, the right hand entered when I was about to fall over to the right. She was simply passing me between her hands with telling force. After a hard session of twelve, she did a 360 turn to deliver the final slap, tossing me over to one of the stools. Even with the paucity of light, breath and thought, I could still notice the obstruction from my over-enthused midsection. It had certainly grown since the last time, by a long way and I never realized when. I landed on the wet tiles with my testicles on the floor, along with the cock and my stomach perched upon her little dice-shaped bathroom stool.

“I can’t believe you actually enjoyed that.” Priya said, flattening the backside of her Salwar Kameez, preparing to sit down on my body.

“It…was…painful,” I mumbled.

“But your cock would beg to differ,” Priya giggled, observing its growth all along. “Okay, let me try something else,” she sat down with her butt on my neck, pressing me down to the stool even harder. “Time for a little spanking, Mister Suhas?” she asked in a cute voice, raising her hand and landing it hard on my butt. This time, I felt it clear as daylight. Being subjugated naked under her fully clothed body while receiving hard slaps to my ass excited all my senses simultaneously. I felt my snake getting thicker and longer every minute as I sunk into the stool and took it all with a smile. She delivered four hard slaps, and though I went “aah,” each time, she could see my expression in the mirror. She tried to slap harder, but that only reversed the effect so she got up after only eight slaps to my butt.

“You’ll tell me that that was the most delightful experience in a long time,” Priya said, flipping me over to the wet floor.

“Best ever,” I said, my eyes struggling to open as if I’d just had a barrel of vodka. “So, let’s just accept that you can’t break me…”

“Oh I’m going to try one more thing,” Priya said, “before I allow you to have what you want.”

I rolled over with my nude body on the wet bathroom floor and got on my knees before her. “What is this one more thing?”

“Come closer,” she ordered. I walked on my knees and moved closer to her. There was a shooting pain in my behind from the hard spanking and it had the shape of her fingers, but it wasn’t nearly as crippling as she’d intended it to be. I was soon seated on my knees before the Goddess. “How would you like it if I kicked your balls?”

“No, please no.”

“How can you possibly have an erection if I’m kicking your thing?” Priya gestured towards my erect delicate, which seemed to be losing its strength every moment. “See, it’s so simple I wonder why I didn’t try this out first.”

“Priya, you might kill me. You’re a doctor, you should know that.”

“But I’m also a Goddess, aren’t I? Slave?” Priya asked. “Which gives me the right to kill whomever I want.” Her right leg went up in the air behind her and paused for a dangerous moment. It swung across and landed right between my testes, bringing me down to her feet with a single kick. I grabbed my groin in my hands and bowed down with my head between her legs.

“You don’t have the right to defend yourself with your hands,” Priya said, turning back to fetch a little rope from the attic. Once she had it in her hands, she stood over my body, now closed up like a clamshell. “Bring back your hands,” she ordered. I did as I was told, and she quickly tied my hands together with the piece of rope. I felt her fingers running around to tie a strong knot, then another knot and yet another one. “Now let’s see you get an erection,” she said, going back to her place before me. I slowly opened myself to her and looked up to her smiling.

Her damp foot went up in the air and battered its way into my unprotected groin. I tried to turn away, but she caught my neck with her hands and delivered another hard kick to my gut. She brought my head down to the center of her embroidered Salwar Kameez suit and continued to kick my consciousness out of me. The designs on her suit faded to a blur in my eyes, until I dropped to the floor, kicked windless and faint.

“How do you feel about being my slave now?” Priya asked, bringing her knees down on me. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt.”

“Priya,” I gasped, “it’s sweet pain.”

“So you want me to continue?” Priya giggled.

“No no no no no,” I pleaded in an attempt to retreat.

“Don’t worry, slave.” Priya smiled. “You have now earned yourself the right to an orgasm.”

“Really?”

“Under controlled conditions,” Priya specified. “Get up.”

I rolled on the wet tiles, fiddling to get myself to a sit. “Aren’t you going to untie me?” I begged her, attempting to show her my tied hands.

“Not yet,” Priya said.

“But how will I have an orgasm if…”

“There is the other problem to take care of first,” Priya laughed. “I have killed your midsection, so before we do anything I have to bring it back to life.”

“How do you mean?” I asked. In reply, she raised her wet foot and brought it before my face. There were dripping pieces of brown, grainy muck on her foot, and the very sight of them warmed my gut.

“Coming back to life, are we?” Priya asked, wiggling her toes.

“Yes, Priya.” I said, joining my hands. “You really are a Goddess.”

“And you are a pervert who gets turned on by dirty feet.” Priya said.

“It doesn’t matter what state the Goddess’s feet are in,” I mumbled.

“Go ahead, hold them in your hands and lick them clean,” she smiled. I held up her leg to the bathroom light, like a general would look at the enemy territory’s map to come up with a plan of attack. With the least number of licks, I would have to get rid of all the dust in the divine foot, while swallowing as much of the blessing as possible. I opened my mouth wide and went for her heel bone, nearly licking the skin off her bones. I then went up the arch on the side and gulped down all the fluid off it with two good licks. The mules were the dustiest bits, the ones that touched the ground most, but I was able to clean them up for her in a jiffy. Soon, I was nearly swallowing each of her toes, sliding my mouth in the meagre gaps between them.

A wave of heat began at my groin and soon boiled the blood upwards into joyous little bubbles. “Thank you, Priya.”

“My other foot now slave,” she ordered, sounding quite strict but with a smile on her face. She raised her other foot and allowed me to clean up every inch of it for her. She didn’t flinch or giggle as much as last time, perhaps becoming more acquainted with the feeling of another human licking her toes.

I carefully placed her foot back on the ground and joined my hands, standing by for her next order. “Hmm,” she mused. “In this Salwar suit, the only exposed part of my body is the feet. Look at how turned on you are from just my feet,” she said, gesturing towards my revitalized cock.

“Their scent is simply magical, Priya.” I said.

“It’s time I gave you a gift and prepared you for this weekend,” Priya said.

“What’s going to happen this weekend, Priya?”

“I’m going to keep the specifics a surprise,” she said, “but essentially, my parents and sister will be out the whole of Saturday, and I’m going to use you as my slave again.”

“Wow, thanks Priya.”

“For now, you’re going to help me change into more comfortable clothes for the night.” Priya grinned. It was the highest possible reward a man could possibly have, my throat got stuck pondering on ways to thank her for it. “Come here,” she whispered and then she gave me the order that I hadn’t dreamed of for five years that I’ve known her. “Go under my Salwar, and open up my kameez.”

I held the bottom of her salwar and put it over my head, slipping into the darkness underneath. “Don’t touch anything else,” she warned, as my hands proceeded up to the yellow drawstrings. I held them in my fingers and pulled them apart, loosening the kameez until it began to drop down her legs. I stayed under her salwar to gallivant the show. Her salwar slid over my head, and as I looked up, it slid over hers too. Her smooth, glimmering magnificence shone in the bathroom’s light, mesmerizing all my senses together. She stood back, bold and unabashed, proud even, as I stared at her almost naked body, for she was wearing nothing but black rimmed glasses, a black bra and black panties. The Goddess’s true, immortal form in all its beauty. I quickly bowed down to kiss her feet, for my mortal eyes weren’t worthy of looking upon beauty of such magnitude, just as Arjuna(in the Mahabharata) wasn’t worthy of seeing the Lord Krishna’s universal form (Vishvarupa).

“You can look,” she smiled, patting the bottom of my hair with her foot.

I slowly got up, worshiping and crying tears of joy. “Thank you, my Goddess.”

“Now we will see how large that dick of yours can possibly get.” Priya said.

“I assure you…” I began, showing her the massive organ.

“Oh, but I think otherwise,” Priya said, stepping closer and pushing me towards the full length mirror on the wall. I abided, and soon we were both in front of the mirror again, supreme Goddess and the inferior, unworthy slave dog. She admired her air and her breasts for a few moments, before she turned down to look at me. “What is it?”

“Priya, please untie me…”

“A few more minutes, Suhas.” Priya said. “First I’ll make your cock all big and hungry, until it explodes.” She caught my head and wrapped her right leg around my neck. “How would you like to be crushed to death between my leg, slave?” I eagerly put myself behind the knee and offered my neck for execution, if she chose to. Like a sexy pair of plyers, her leg crushed my neck into a euphoric breathlessness. The soft thighs above my head, the tough calf muscles below squeezed me into a wildly arousing submission. I enjoyed the delightful scent, rocking my head any way her legs wanted to.

“Wow, that’s quite massive,” Priya pointed towards my groin and laughed, “considering that it’s kid-size to begin with.”

“Thank you, Priya.” I said, with eyes closed, a smile on my face and no judgment of whether that was a compliment or a disparagement.

“Now, here’s something that will really arouse your senses.” Priya let go of the leg crush, dropping me down to the wet floor. She caught my head and brought me up again. “You ready to kiss my ass, slave?” Without waiting for an answer that wasn’t even needed, she pulled my head into her butt and smothered my existence between her delightful pair of ass cheeks. I felt blood transfusing from all over my body right into the midsection as I kissed the core of her little silky panties. She stuffed me in and wiped the moistness of her buttocks all over my face, before throwing me back to the floor with my hands still tied behind.

“Aah,” my balls screamed from over-arousal.

Priya lowered herself to her knees and untied my hands. “Bloody ass-kisser,” she giggled.

“Thank you so much, Priya.” I said, feeling my liberated hands.

“Now, you are going to ejaculate in front of me.” Priya announced. I shrugged, for it was quite an obvious statement. “How long does it normally take for you to come?” she asked.

“Like ten minutes.” I said.

“What’s the fastest time?”

“Two minutes?” I lied.

“Hmm,” Priya grinned. “You’re going to break that record by a long way today. Start masturbating for me, you pathetic inferior being.” I grabbed myself with the right hand and began to yank it. “One, two…” she began counting the seconds, even as she stepped closer, took her panties down and brought her naked buttocks to my face. As I felt the moist area in the inner cave of her butt, a blast of white cum erupted from my midsection, inspired solely by the scent and beauty of it. “nine, ten…” she finished as the viscous fluid blurted out from me. She quickly stepped away and brought her panties back up.

I sat still, eyes wide open in a hypnotic daze. “Wow, I didn’t see that coming at all.”

“Made you break your record, didn’t I?” Priya laughed.

“Thanks, Priya.” I mumbled.

“There’s one more thing you need to be prepared for, this Saturday.” Priya said, turning around and leaning on the wall. “Get over here and open your mouth.” My heart quivered as I approached the girl’s beautiful buttocks with my mouth. “You should learn to take a hot drink quickly and cleanly.” I brought up a shivering pair of hands to take down her panties from the sides. She had taken them off just before, but the pleasure of taking them down myself was simply incomparable. The panties were soon down to her knees and I went up to her butt with an eager mouth. “Wait for it, wait for it,” she said, standing completely still. A stream of hot yellow fluid began to pour out of them, and I covered it fully with my mouth so as not to allow a single golden drop on the floor. The liquid penetrated into my throat and went down smooth, almost as quickly as it came out of her. At a point, my mouth was full with liquid but she stopped just then and I could rejoice their flavor like old wine in my mouth before letting it down my throat.

She turned around to check the floor, which was clean as ever. “Good slave,” Priya said, quickly slipping into her little blue mini-skirt and a white t-shirt she pulled out from the hooks in the bathroom.

“Thanks, Priya,” I said, getting up to wear my clothes but she wasn’t listening at all.

“You’ll get to see my bum again on Saturday,” Priya said.

“Can I ask…” I began, but she cared none for a slave’s words.

“Oh my God, look at the darn time- 2 A.M.”

I suddenly felt sleepy, once I realized what time it was. Priya and I went out of the bathroom and headed for the front door. “Good night, Priya. And thank you for the best two hours of my life.”

“Good night, ass-kissing slave.” Priya said, getting herself inured to her new power over me.

I wore my sandals and said, “bye.”

“So you’re just going to go away, without giving my ass a goodnight kiss?” She asked, holding the front door open. Even in the darkness, the beautiful fair skin of her butt was discernible.

“Good night, supreme Goddess of the universe.” I got down on my knees and laid a wet kiss as close to the center thread of her panties as possible.

“Now get out,” she said. I walked out of her house and she slammed the door shut behind. The night suddenly assaulted me with cold winds as I made my way home. The only source of warmth was the memory of the beauty that I experienced that day, but little did I know that come Saturday, it would all turn very very ugly.

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I paced from one end of my room over to the diagonally opposite end, then back where I began. It was Saturday morning, 16th May, the day that Priya had asked me to prepare for. She’d said she needed to use me for something today and I was about as excited as I could be. The last session we had, she spat on my face and allowed me to smooch her naked buttocks. All my life, I’ve only imagined how smooth those beauties would feel on my lips, how wonderful they would smell from close range. The real deal was even better than my wildest dreams, so it was the absolute highest point in the week, perhaps my whole life, but something happened yesterday that surpassed even that.

Yesterday evening at around 5PM, I went over to the coffee shop in my college campus alone, to order one of their hot, steamy Latte’s, when I saw across the shop a girl from my class, Chandrika. She was dressed in typical Friday wear: a green t-shirt with dark blue jeans. She was the tallest girl in class, and known to be very shy, but I never considered that I was the same way. What made her look especially tall was that she was petite- she was pretty much a stick figure with no delicious curves like Priya, and she was alone in the coffee shop. I gave her a smile and said, “Hi.” Until that point, I’d never even said that much to the girl. She returned a genuine smile and a “Hi,” so we sat down and began to converse about our academics. I presumed that she didn’t have too many friends because she was too much of a geek, but I was more than familiar with the “outcast geek” problem myself. Our conversation was deep and wonderful, we had a lot in common and we connected quite well. At least, I connected better with her than any other girl I’ve ever talked to. I could sense that we both were like geeky soul mates. By the time we finished talking, it was 7PM, and I feared I wouldn’t be able to find a bus home. So we both left the coffee shop and decided we’d meet again today evening.

Today was going to be quite a busy day, being Priya’s slave all day followed by the date with Chandrika in the evening.  “Ladies’ men aren’t born that way, they are made!” I kept telling myself as I waited for the clock to strike 9 AM. Priya had asked me come over at 9 but the clock seemed to be fixed at 8:55. I quickly dressed up in my gray t-shirt that Priya liked, along with black jeans and headed over to her place. I figured, if I walked slow enough it would turn 9AM by the time I reached there.

I informed my parents and brother that I was going out to a “friend’s place”, and headed out- it took around three minutes to get to Priya’s house. I slowly opened up the gate, feeling glad for it had been a long time since I visited Priya during the day. I was also glad because she had said that no one would be home the whole day, except for herself. It was a dream situation today. I left my footwear on the side and rang the bell to Priya’s house. There was no response for about a minute. I was about to ring the bell again, when my nose alerted me of a scent in the air. I sniffed carefully- it was the familiar smell of shampoo. Her little sister Vidya would often complain how her sister’s bath would fill up the house with steam, mixed with the scent of shampoo. The girl’s bath lasted for several hours and consisted of many rounds of shower, bathtub, and God knows what else. I sat down at the foot of her doorstep and watched the time go by as I waited for her.

Priya unlocked the door after five minutes and stepped back in, making sure that she wasn’t showing herself to the outside world. “Come in, Suhas.”

I got up and walked in, to lay my eyes upon the most delicious sight in the universe. Priya was wearing her thick white bathroom gown, which showed a lot of her chest area and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on a large towel on her hair, and much of her skin was moist, with little glimmering droplets of hot water. There was a bit of steam surrounding her presence, much like a halo which also carried the scent of all the cosmetics she’d used upon herself in the bathroom. Her round face wore a her thin sexy black-framed glasses and wicked smile.

“Aah,” I felt my legs weaken, my heart go limp as I fell down to my knees and kissed her on the foot. “You are the most beautiful possible girl.”

“I know.” Priya giggled, stamping my head with her feet. “You should see me naked,” she said, stepping back a few inches.

I looked up to her and nearly spoke three words, “I would love…,” but before I could finish, she dropped her bathroom gown and stood back, proud and naked with her hands spread apart. My gut began to warm up from the sight of her incredible beauty and perfection- the way her huge luscious breasts and her big bums formed a beautiful hourglass around her slim waist, the long, slender legs spread wide apart, her delightfully clean, smooth pussy and armpits. A more curvaceous female body could not possibly exist. I dropped over to the floor again, unable to contain my arousal.

“You’re going to help me dress up for today,” Priya said. “Come, follow me to my room.”

“Y..yes Priya,” I said, following her on all fours with my eyes still fixated on her bums. I couldn’t get enough of them, especially not the live motion like I was witnessing. We walked past the couch sets, out of the living room and turned left to her study room, which she shared with her little sister. She went to the large brown cupboard and opened the door, swiveling the full length mirror in my direction. She dug into the cupboard and pulled out a few skirts, which she tossed straight back to her bed.

“Hey slave,” Priya said, “keep all those skirts together and tell me which one is the shortest.”

“Yes, Priya.” I dived over to the bed to obey her order. I held all her skirts one over the other, such that their tops aligned, and found the shortest of them all. It was a micro skirt made of light blue jeans, and measured in at just six inches. “This one, Priya.” I reported, handing it over to her.

“Nice,” she said and slipped it around her waist.

“Ummm…aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.

“What?”

“Like, you know, panties?”

“I don’t need them today, because it’s a very special day, slave.” Priya said, picking out a short, low-cut blouse and slipping herself into it.

“Priya, my supreme Goddess…” I gulped. “Can I ask what’s special about today?”

Priya closed the cupboard and began to stare in the mirror as she slowly took the white towel off her hair. “I have invited a guest,” she turned to my reflection in the corner of the mirror and said.

“A guest?” I felt like a thief does when getting caught red-handed. My strange arrangement with the girl was supposed to be a secret. “Who is this guest, may I ask?”

“A guy from my class, called Rahul.” Priya said, drying up more of her long hair.

“Your boyfriend?” I felt my heart beating down at my groin as I asked. Even though I was just her slave with no shot of becoming her boyfriend ever, my heart still hurt from the thought of her being with another man.

“I would hope so,” Priya said. “He’s tall, handsome and very smart. I’ve had like two good dates with him already, so I’m hoping this is the one. God, he’s so gorgeous I could eat him up for lunch.”

“Th..that’s nice.” I whimpered.

“Why the long face?” Priya asked in her mocking cute voice. “Come here and kiss my knees.” I crawled over to her knees and placed my cheeks against them, turning to my own sad reflection in the mirror. “You didn’t think you would ever become my boyfriend now, did you?”

“I didn’t, Priya.” I said, wiping off a few tears.

“I mean, look at me,” she gestured to her reflection with both hands, “so beautiful I’m almost lesbian for myself.” She turned to the lower right corner. “And you,” she sent a finger into her throat and made a vomiting noise, “yuck! I can’t even look at such ugly, desperate kids.” Her statements pierced the balloon that produced tears in my eyes, causing a wild overflow.

“Let me show you something,” Priya said, turning around and looking at her majestic backside in the mirror. She patted her own butt lightly. “Look at my bum, it’s so beautiful, people should hang pictures of it in the temples and worship it as a masterpiece of God.” She then pointed to my face. “Your face, is so ugly! Yuck, you’re uglier than my bum. It’s a crime for inferior beings like you to even breathe the same air that I breathe,” she said, shooting a ball of spit to my face.

“I get it, I get it!” I squealed, getting away from her. “Priya, I’m not jealous of this Rahul guy, not at all. I’m just sad because you’re going to tell other people about me being your slave.”

“Oh that!” Priya smiled. “Of course I’m going to tell him you’re my slave.” Her head turned upwards as she entered a vivid dream state. “Imagine that. I’m sitting on the couch with my legs on the tea-table, and you sitting and massaging them. He comes in from the front door and asks me ‘who is this guy pressing your legs for you?’ I’ll say, ‘Oh him? He’s just my slave, don’t worry about this little loser. He worships my beauty and hopes to die for me someday.’ Rahul will observe me even more closely than he has before, he’ll come over to my couch and kiss me and then fuck me in the ass.”

I swallowed a bit from her use of language. “Priya, it’s just that you’re too much of a Goddess to…”

“What? I should just allow slaves like you to keep worshiping me all my life? I should spend every waking moment spitting and pissing on you? Shouldn’t I get to sleep with handsome guys?” Priya asked.

“I guess so.” I paused and sniffled. “This guy better be really good.”

“Oh he is.” Priya grinned and nodded. “He’s the best there is.”

“Well, chop chop.” Priya clapped her hands together. “It’s time to start preparations.” She stepped closer and bent down to examine my clothes. “Wow, I had told you that this looks good, so you won’t wear anything else for the rest of your life.”

“It’s not like that, Priya.” I lied. “It just happened to be…”

“Take them off.” Priya shook her head. “I can’t have my slave looking like that.”

“Okay,” I said, quickly taking the shirt off and throwing it on the side of her bed. In less than a minute, the pants were gone too, and I stood in my underwear before her, hoping I didn’t have to take them off this time. I didn’t.

“Come.” Priya turned around and walked to the kitchen. I was surprised to be following her into the kitchen when we were talking clothes, but said nothing. She went to the kitchen sink and pointed to the big blue dustbin below it. “Pick that up,” she ordered. I obeyed, examining its smelly contents. “Do you see Vidya’s old clothes in that, slave?” she asked. I separated a layer of onion peels and squished tomatoes to find a green top. It had windmill style designs in black, over a glimmering green cloth- I could instantly recognize it as the top that Vidya was wearing on the first day we met. On the surface of the mess, I also found the skirt that Vidya had worn that day. I picked up both those items of clothing and showed it to Priya. “Yeah, good. Wear them now.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “I’m sure they won’t fit someone of my size, plus they stink so bad, Priya.”

“I’m sure they will fit you just fine,” Priya giggled, “the top is very loose for Vidya even today and the skirt is elastic.” She gestured to the clothes, subtly asking me to get on with it, so I began to spread them out on the floor. “As for the stink, you should get used to such things. After all, what’s your status in society?”

“Slave class.” I made a sad face as I put on Vidya’s discarded old top. It was tight as hell towards the waist, but the sleeves were lose. Overall, terribly uncomfortable but I had no right to complain. I then got up to slip into the skirt. As my luck would have it, they did fit although I had to stretch the elastic up to its tightest possible limits. I could feel the shape of the elastic sinking into my waist. The bottoms of the skirt reached my knee, whereas they went three-quarters of the way to the ankles when the beautiful Vidya wore them.

“Haha.” Priya giggled. “This fits you better than your man clothes. Now come, let’s do a test run.”

“A test run?”

“For when Rahul comes over.” Priya said, walking into her living room and sinking into her couch. She stretched out her legs until they reached the tea-table, and spread her hands on the back support occupying as much space as she possibly could. She smiled and began to play out the hypothetical scene out loud. “Rahul will open that door, take off his shoes and come inside. He sees the queen on the couch,” she pointed to herself, “and the slave dressed like a girl.” she pointed to me with a frustrated expression on her face. “Nope,” she shook her head and got up. “You still don’t look anything like a slave.”

“What should I do, Priya?” I asked, retreating from her advance, but she caught up with me and jumped over my body, her knees crushing into my ribs.

“I want you to look a bit more slave-ish.” Priya said, pinning me firmly to the floor between her legs. Her fist went up in the air and landed hard on my jaw, and before I could feel my breath, another fist made its way through my skull. With relentless brutality, the punches began to rain down on my face, while my arms were firmly pinned down below her knees. She delivered two dozen hard punches to my face and then paused to examine me closely. “Hmm,” she said, as she examined the swelling on my skin. “I think we’re halfway there,” she said. She sent up more saliva from her throat until it filled up her mouth, and then bent over to pour it all out on my face. “My saliva should go into your blood stream,” she said, and her fists went up again to deliver several more brutal punches.

“Enjoying your life of slavery, Mister Suhas?” Priya giggled, watching me bleed out to the floor before her. I turned my head around, searching for air to breathe. She watched me struggle for a bit more before she turned serious. “I did tell you that this was going to hurt. But you didn’t listen to me.”

“Priya, I’ll do anything for you.” I mumbled.

“We never had a discussion about what would happen if and when it turns out that I’m right.” Priya said.

“Right about what, Priya?”

“About you eventually wanting my love, about you eventually giving up on this stupid slavery thing…” Priya said. “So this is our agreement: If you never break, you can remain my slave part-time like you are now. But if you do, I’m going to tell your parents about this self-destructive tendency of yours.”

“No, please! Not my parents…”

“Yes, I will tell them.” Priya said. “But that’s only if you break. You don’t think you’re ever going to break, right?”

“Right,” I nodded with no conviction for the clause I was accepting.

“Good.” Priya got up from my chest and settling back in her couch. “Come, do my legs.” I got up to obey, and she giggled at my bruised face. “Haha. My slave with the punctured face.” I began to massage her legs, sitting at her feet on the tea-table, but she had a perfectly displeased look on her face, which I so feared. “This picture is still wrong. I can’t let Rahul come in here and see a shemale enjoying my beautiful legs.”

“Please, Priya. It’s humiliating enough…”

“No it’s not. You don’t look inferior enough.” Priya got up and pointed to her seat in the couch. “Hey, slave. Put your head there, facing the couch.” I sat at the bottom of her couch, with my folded legs under the couch and my face smothered into the velvet surface of the couch. I locked my hands at my spine as I did the bow, but Priya had other plans. “Put your hands on the couch,” she ordered and I did. She slowly approached and prepared herself to sit on my head. She soon lowered her butt and smothered my nose into the couch, with her soft buttocks on my head. She then caught both my hands and twisted them upwards, causing me to wince in pain, her body weight cracking down on my neck. “Now do my legs.” Priya said. I tried to twist my head sideways to breathe some air, but she kept me firmly in place under her butt, making sure I couldn’t breathe.

“This is too hard,” I mumbled.

“Exactly. What did you expect, slave?” Priya said. I groped around behind myself to find her legs and began to massage her near the thighs. The only thing that kept me alive in the restraint was the feel of her gorgeous thighs on my body. “Hmm, let me see now,” she mused, becoming heavier by the moment. “Rahul will come in from there, and see this boy dressed like a girl under my bum. Hmmm,” she paused for quite some time. “What if you are sweeping my floor instead?” I felt some hope at that thought, because even though it was more humiliating, it would allow me to breathe. “Nah,” Priya said, quashing the thought and my hopes with one syllable, “this is better.”

She picked up a magazine from the tea-table and began to flip through its pages. A few minutes later, there was the sound of a cruiser bike driving into the house; it had the unmistakable sound of the Enfield Thunderbird. I heard the stands flipping open as the rider parked the vehicle in her house, followed by the sound of heavy boots walking over to the front door. “Hi!” Priya said, tossing aside her magazine.

“Hi, Priya!” The deep, manly voice said.

“Come in, Rahul. Take a seat.” Priya said, patting the spot next to hers. I heard the man’s boots unzipping, and he began to walk towards the couch.

“Wow, you look great!” Rahul said. “Hey, wait. Who is that under your legs?”

“Oh, that’s just one of my slaves.” Priya said, shrugging. “He’s just this loser of a neighbor I had once. One day, he came over and said that he wanted to live for me and die for me, so I decided to take him in as a slave and use him till he dies.”

“Wait a minute. He actually wants you to treat him like this?” Rahul asked.

“He wants it more than anything in the world.” Priya giggled.

“Can I see him?” Rahul asked. If my lips could speak, I would have mumbled a little thank you right then.

“Sure,” Priya gave him her hand, and he pulled her up to stand. I slowly shook myself out of my restraint and looked up to the couple, especially the man she had chosen. He was very tall, at least 6’6”, given that he was even taller than me. He had a muscular frame, and his swarthy complexion was well matched by his attractive cream colored shirt and dark blue jeans held in place by a thick brown leather belt that was embedded with bright silver studs. I was quite pleased to see the man’s beautiful form- if Priya was going to be with a man for long, this would be the one for her. He stretched out his muscular arm around Priya’s neck and giggled with her as he looked at me.

“Aren’t those Vidya’s old clothes?” Rahul laughed, speaking into her ears, with the clear intent of kissing them.

“Yes they are.” Priya winked at him. “Just for good effect.”

“They look good on him,” Rahul said, breaking into a laughter with Priya as I bowed down and cried. The couple shared a little high-five as they laughed. “How old are you, man?” he asked me.

“I’m 18,” I said.

“So you’re just a kid?” Rahul asked. Priya nodded, I shrugged. “And you wanted to become Priya’s slave? As in, you actually wanted this?”

“Yes.” I answered. “Priya is the Goddess of beauty. I am honored to be working here as her slave.”

Priya giggled as she looked up to the tall man, but he returned a curious glance at the girl. “I can see why he thinks you’re the Goddess.”

“Oh, thank you.” Priya blushed.

“But when I see a Goddess, I think about what it takes for me to become a God.” Rahul said, looking deep into Priya’s big eyes.

“That’s what makes you so awesome.” Priya said, blinking slow, almost begging for a kiss, but Rahul turned back to me.

“So how did this arrangement happen?” Rahul asked. ” He just came over and said, ‘Priya you’re a Goddess, let me serve you and be your slave’?”

“Something like that.” Priya and I said together. I continued. “I came over to her house last month to reveal that I wanted to be her slave, that I would do anything for her.”

“First I thought he was proposing.” Priya said. “So I did what I did to Sid that time he asked me out.”

“Wow!” Rahul said. “The slapping and the spitting? Siddharth nearly ended up in the hospital, you know?”

“Yeah.” Priya smiled proud. “But eventually, he made me understand that he isn’t interested in being my boyfriend, that he just wants to serve me.”

“He’s a weird kid.” Rahul shook his head.

“Yeah.” Priya said. “I thought why not, you know. He feels happy serving me, so I might as well use him until he breaks and throw him away.”

“Use and throw humans, huh?” Rahul said, stepping back to check out Priya’s bare waist. “You deserve dozens of those around you at all times.”

“Thank you,” Priya said. “Come here,” she ordered me, pointing to her feet. I crawled over and sat down before her, and she stepped both feet to my skirt wearing lap. “Easier to kiss me this way?” she giggled, looking up to Rahul.

“Certainly,” Rahul said, grabbing her waist and planting a long, wet one on her lips. I felt warm just looking at the couple kiss, even though her heel bone was crushing into my laps.

“But this is wrong, he’s looking.” Priya complained, stepping off my lap. She pointed to the spot she was standing at, and gave her order. “Put your head there, you ugly slave.”

I lay down on the floor and placed my head near Rahul’s feet, facing the chandelier on the ceiling. “That’s better,” Priya said, stepping her right foot on my eyes, with the left foot over my mouth. She almost lost balance, but Rahul grabbed her and held her in place. I couldn’t watch what was happening, but I heard their lips smooching for over a minute as she stood on my face.

“Let’s take a seat.” Priya finally said. The couple took their seat on the couch, and I knelt before them. “Oh,” she said, gesturing towards Rahul’s thick socks. “You forgot to leave your socks outside.”

“Oh, sorry…” Rahul began to reach for his feet but Priya stopped him.

“Don’t worry. My slave will remove them for you.” The couple waited with a grin for me to perform the order. I moved to Rahul’s feet and raised the pants up from his ankles. A disgusting smell emanated from the man’s dusty sock, which were originally a white color but were now brown.

“He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it.” Rahul laughed.

“Hey slave,” Priya kicked my head. “Show some love and respect his feet. After all, he’s dating the Goddess.”

Rahul smiled at her. “You can call me boyfriend if you want.”

“Oh, I can?” Priya asked, gurgling with joy. Rahul approved with a nod, and they held each other’s hands tight. “Go ahead, slave. Kiss my boyfriend’s socks, he’s probably come from a tiring game of football.”

“Basketball actually.” Rahul said. “My feet get especially stinky with basketball.”

“You won, right?”

“Yeah.” Rahul said.

“Of course you did.” Priya said.

“So you don’t mind me coming to your place with stinky feet?”

“Oh, that’s no problem at all. I absolutely love burly sportsmen like you.”

“Thanks,” Rahul said, kissing her on the cheek.

“Besides, you can always come to my place and my slave will get you all cleaned up.” Priya announced, pointing at me. “What kind of cleaning would you prefer? How about a nice warm water massage for your feet? Maybe some soap?”

“That would be just amazing.” Rahul said, sitting back in the couch. “But start with the kiss. I want to see him kiss my socks.” The couple held each other and began to watch me intently. I picked up Rahul’s feet and brought it up before my face to stare first hand at the brown, dusty bottoms. I closed my eyes, converged my lips and gave them a nice, warm kiss. “Smile, slave.” Rahul and Priya giggled, as they watch me sink my lips into the stinky socks and sucking the juice out of them, smiling all the while.

“Good. Now go fetch a warm bucket of water from the bathroom.” Priya said. “The electric geyser needs to be on for exactly five minutes. Turn it on, note the time and get back here.”

I followed the instructions and returned to kneel before the couple. “You still haven’t taken them off,” Rahul said, pointing to his socks. I picked up his legs and slowly rolled the socks down and took them off, and as I did the shampoo smell in the room gave away to the sweaty smell of the man’s feet.

“Eww.” Priya shook her hands as if to push away some of the air. “Get rid of the socks and lick those feet clean.”

“Yes, Priya.” I said, quickly taking off the man’s other sock and replacing both of them in his big black leather boots outside. I knelt down before the stinking feet and began to lick the dust off them, partly out of obedience and partly for a desire to get rid of the smell in the room. The couple began to converse about the people in their college and their studies, while I toiled away trying to get the stink off his feet. Five minutes passed, and the room still had the stink.

“Priya,” I interrupted them. “Five minutes have passed.”

“So bring the water here. Use the big, blue tub. Also bring the soap.” Priya instructed. I went into the bathroom to find the large tub, filled it up with lukewarm water from the geyser. I found a new, clean soap box and thought of placing it in my pocket, only to realize that I was wearing a girl’s clothes. How would I carry the large tub and keep the soap clean and dry? Unable to think of a better answer, I stuck it into the elastic of my skirt and returned to the couple with the large bucket.

They giggled for a good length of time, discussing the soap box on my skirt. I placed the tub at Rahul’s feet, and he happily placed his feet inside them. The stink in the room disappeared as soon as he did.

“Now massage his feet in hot water, then use the soap to clean it up and we’ll do one more massage with warm water.” Priya said.

“Are you getting me a pedicure?” Rahul laughed. “You’re turning me into a girly girl, aren’t you?”

“A pedicure is something else, dude.” Priya said, trying to sound like a man. “This is just an elaborate foot massage, dude.” The couple held each other close, laughed and kissed, while I began to run my fingers between the man’s toes, exposing them to as much warm water as possible. I caressed the upper surface of his feet, then carefully raised them up to massage their bottoms. He had strong, rugged and large feet but as I kept pushing my thumbs against his skin, they did seem to soften up a bit.

“Ahh,” he sank into the couch, with his eyes closed. I could barely believe my own competence at the job.

“You like my human?” Priya giggled, pinching his cheek lightly.

“He does seem to be doing a good job,” Rahul said. “You must have trained him so well.”

“That I did,” Priya went in for another kiss, taking a lot of credit for something she didn’t actually do. I travailed at the burly boyfriend’s feet while the couple seemed to be on a quest for finding all possible angles at which they could possibly kiss each other’s lips. I opened the soap box and ran it all through Rahul’s feet, filling up the tub with bubbly water.

“May I, Rahul?” I asked, once I was done.

“You may.” Rahul said. “And don’t call me Rahul.” He turned towards Priya and ran his finger down her little nose. “If you call her Goddess, you should call me ‘Lord’.”

“Oh, you’re just delightfully smart, Lord Rahul.” Priya wrapped her arms around his neck for yet another kiss. I raised Rahul’s feet off the tub and placed them on a rag. I went into the bathroom to replace the soap water with fresh lukewarm water, the last batch the geyser could produce and I took it back to the couple for the man’s second round of massages. I bowed down and quickly ran my hand through every inch of his feet, after which I placed them on my skirt and dried them with the rag. “Bring them up here,” Priya told Rahul, gesturing to her own lap. Rahul turned himself around, using the couch’s armrest to support his back and placed his feet on her bare lap. “You feel all nice and clean?” Priya asked, picking up his feet.

“Very much so,” Rahul said.

Priya raised the feet upto her nose and took a deep inhale. “Wow, they smell all lemony fresh. Delightful. I could kiss them myself.” She then planted her lips on them and purred.

Rahul chuckled and fell back in his place, unaccustomed to having his feet kissed. He sat back up and placed his hand on her thighs. “You look so incredibly beautiful today.”

“What? In these homely clothes?” Priya said. “You don’t think they’re too slutty?”

“Who the hell cares?” Rahul said. “Look at those beautiful arms,” he ran his arms through each part as he spoke, “those gorgeous legs, your slim waist. Less than 1% of all women have perfect bodies like that, and you should be proud.” His hands suddenly reached her breasts and he circled round them with his hands. “Oh, wait. You aren’t wearing any…?”

“Nope.” Priya shook her head and smiled.

“What about,” Rahul began to slide his hands up her thighs under her little skirt until he reached the sides of her hips.

“Not at all. It would all just get in the way, I felt.” Priya giggled. “Is that too presumptuous of me?”

“Heck no,” Rahul said. “I came here wearing a condom.” Priya returned a bright eyed smile to the revelation. “And I’ve got four of them in my wallet, just in case we…”

“Oh, I’m quite sure you’ll need it.” Priya nodded.

“Wow.” Rahul heaved. “That was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to say to a girl. I have to say, you’re the most ridiculously sensational girl I’ve ever known.”

“Hey, you can tell me anything.” Priya said.

“Okay.” Rahul straightened up with new boldness. “What’s for lunch?”

“Are you hungry?” Priya asked.

“No, no. I was thinking because you’re alone at home…”

Priya turned to me and kicked my face. “Hey slave! Do you know how to cook?”

“Umm, I’d rather not.” Rahul interrupted before I could answer. “The loser who massaged my legs can’t be the one that does my cooking.”

“Right.” Priya said. “So we’ll order a chicken pizza?”

“I have like a hundred bucks in my pocket.” Rahul said.

“Me too, I think. Hey slave, how much did you have in your wallet?” Priya asked.

“I have,” I gulped, “a thousand rupees.”

“What? Why?” Priya asked.

“I was going to meet someone for a party at seven today.” I lied about my date with Chandrika.

“Then you’re going to pay for pizzas today.” Priya stated. “No parties for you, slave.” She turned to Rahul. “We can have the best pizzas with that much money, right?”

“Oh yeah!” Rahul said. “Along with garlic breads and drinks and tortillas and nachos…An absolute feast.” He stopped himself in between his little daydream. “This is a nice slave you have here. Multi-functional.” Rahul nudged my ears with his feet.

“Oh I’ve also trained him for something dirty.” Priya said. “Suppose we’re doing it on my bed and you suddenly get a call from nature…”

“I can pee into his mouth?” Rahul laughed. “Priya,” he turned serious and brought his head close to hers, “you’re the best girl in the world.”

“I know.” Priya kissed him on the mouth again, while gesturing towards the phone. So I crawled over to the phone and dialed the pizza delivery number to order the feast pizzas, plus everything Rahul had mentioned. The bill came up to 980 rupees, so assuming a lousy 20 rupee tip, all of my hard earned money was pretty much gone.

I turned back to the couple to see her all over his body. Priya had mounted herself, with her buttocks on Rahul’s fully clothed pants and her knees to his sides, prepared for a cowgirl maneuver on the couch. She was about to bend over for a kiss, but sat back, took off her glasses and handed them over to me. If it were possible at all, she looked even more beautiful without the glasses, although there was a mark in the skin next to her ear from the metallic frames. She then swooped into Rahul’s body to kiss him on the neck and delivered two or three of them every second. The kisses then moved up to his lips, his cheeks, and his forehead thus bringing her large breasts closer for him to lay his eager lips on. The couple kissed for a while before she realized that I still existed in the same room.

“Hey, you are too young to be watching what’s about to happen.” Priya said.

“Priya, I turned 18 like two months back.” I cried, joining my hands and bringing them up. “Besides, I lost all my thousand rupees for the pizza order, too. Please let me be here.”

“That’s not helpful for me at all.” Priya said, falling into deep thought. “What should we do with our slave, Rahul?”

“Oh, there are tons of things he could do.” Rahul slid back on the couch and took off his shirt, and I assisted him by keeping it on the other couch. “For example, he could do all the licking work.”

“OOh, I like that idea.” Priya said, tossing her black blouse to me. Very soon, she unhooked her skirt and threw that at me too. Rahul took off his brown leather belt with the silver studs and gave it to me, warning me to be very careful with them. They felt surprisingly heavy in my hands, but I shrugged and set them aside like the other pieces of their clothes. Rahul soon slid out of his jeans and only had his dark brown underwear on. Priya brought them down with her hands to take a look at the treasure, and she let out a little howl of delight. “Wow. That’s gigantic!”

“Thank you,” Rahul took a bow. I tried to sneak a look at the man’s junk, and it was indeed very long and substantial. I could see why Priya would giggle at mine when I showed them to her this week. The condom barely covered the upper half of it, and the snake was still on the ground so Priya had her work cut out. She dove into him and smothered his face with her breasts, and although he struggled a bit, he was incredibly turned on. Slowly but steadily, the cock began to stand erect and salute the Goddess with the respect she deserved.

Priya held the man’s cock in her hand and laid it flat behind, then slowly slid her cunt over them. She went back to repeat the move a few times, until the cock became a full-grown monument. “Now get over here,” she ordered me. “Come and lick my bum for me,” she used her fingers to spread the ass cheeks apart and displayed her slit. Without a moment’s hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the space between her ass cheeks bottom to top. I went back, brought my tongue back to the bottom-most spot and began to lick it upwards, salivating as much as I could along the way. “This is your lunch, so you better eat it up clean.”

“But I ordered the pizzas and garlic breads and nachos.” I cried.

“Those things are for a superior class of people.” Priya said. “They’re not for losers like you.”

“But I paid for it.”

“Hey, shut up slave.” Rahul said. “We asked you to lick her cunt, and that is what you’re going to do.” So I got back on Priya’s delightful cunt, swallowing every bit of its salty taste. So I skip lunch for a day, so what? So I lost half a year’s savings in one meal that I’m not even allowed to eat. But the chance to see Priya naked and participate in her escapades was more than worth it. Also, there was a glimmering hope that there would be a lot of leftover food, given that neither of these two people looked like they enjoy food. I would probably get to eat more pizza than they would. I shut my mind up to concentrate all my senses on the Goddess’s delightful bum.

The couple then threw me aside after I was done licking, and Priya carefully slid herself into the man’s ginormous organ, letting out a loud moan as she went in. The cowgirl was in place. Rahul held her breasts and made himself harder, and guided her motion as she went up and down the man’s stupendous dick. Priya’s nipples became erect, her pussy went wet. I kept myself busy licking Priya’s feet clean for her as she went on bouncing on the man’s anus for a few minutes before screaming her way into an ecstatic orgasm. Feeling somewhat weak in the knees, she fell over and kissed his chest, then allowed him to kiss her bare supple breasts, but their genitals remained tangled in the same position most of the time. There were cycles of thrusting and relaxation that lasted for more than twenty minutes.

The pizza delivery man arrived. I ran into the bedroom to fetch the wallet from my pants, then looked at my clothes in the mirror. The green top and black skirt. How would I buy the pizza without showing myself? I decided that I would try with a half-open door. So I went over to the living room, where the couple was sitting on the couch, sweating and taking deep breaths, still nude. Rahul’s condom was nearly in tatters, overflowing with white fluid, which gave me a second reason to not open the door fully. I unbolted the mahogany door and kept it ajar by three inches, and only showed my face through the gap. “Yes?”

“Pizza delivery sir?” the man said.

“Yes, give it over here.” I sent out a hand from the gaps. Soon, I felt a box in my hands, which I brought in and set down. Four smaller boxes followed, after which there were two cold bottles of soda. I placed all of that on the ground and paid the bill, without showing the man my shameful clothes. He wasn’t too mad about the tip, either. He simply said “thank you, ma’am” and left. Priya and Rahul pointed at me and laughed. “Haha! He said thank you ma’am.” But the couple hardly had enough energy to even laugh about it, at least Priya broke into little coughs. They had a glow around their sweating bodies, with big smiles and satisfied eyes struggling to stay open.

“Slave, go to the kitchen and bring two large plates. We’ll serve ourselves.” Rahul said. I fished out the largest plates from the kitchen and produced them for the couple.

“Good boy.” Priya clapped. For a fleeting moment, I thought she was in a good enough mood, to maybe give me some lunch but that disappeared with the next words. “Now come here, and get your face under my ass.”

“That is so clever.” Rahul commented. “He shouldn’t even get to smell this delicious food…”

“Which he bought for us.” Priya shared a high-five with him and shifted her weight leftwards, leaving a gap for me to put my face under her buttocks. I felt more aroused than ever in my life, as I slowly slithered my head under her butt and soon had her full weight on my face as she straddled on me. I was repressed by two hot, sweaty ass cheeks and all I could breathe was the smell of her butt, all I could taste was her sweet cunt and all my hands could do was massage her thighs, but my ears were still wide open, being able to listen to everything they talked about.

“There you go,” Rahul said, opening up one of the boxes and serving some cheese garlic breads to her plate as well as his own.

“Thank you,” Priya began munching. “Rahul, I have got to say something.”

Rahul replied with a cocky “Yes?”

“You are the best I ever had in my life!” Priya said. “By a long, long way.”

“Thank you.” Rahul said. “I feel the same way about you.”

“Rahul, I think I’m in love with you.” Priya said. “I know it’s only our third date and all that bla bla…”

“Priya, I love you too.” And they kissed each other. “I had this construction in my mind of how the perfect girl would be, but you are even better than her. I seriously cannot even imagine a better girl than you.”

“Oh, thanks.” Priya said. “We are going to do it all afternoon, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. So you don’t just like being naked, good to know.” Priya laughed.

Their conversation floated from love to other things swiftly, like capricious little monkeys swinging between branches. They were both delightfully random people, with the attention span of meagre seconds. I desperately waited for the part where they felt full and would let me have the leftover Italian food but they kept on talking and eating the food that I’d paid for. Their sex made them monstrously hungry, it seemed but I had ordered enough for four people. Sooner or later, they would have to give in.

“Can I tell you some disgusting things?” Rahul suddenly asked.

“You can tell me anything, sure.” Priya said.

“All this wheat, cheese, spice and colas do weird things in my stomach.” Rahul said.

“Oh, I know.” Priya said. “I’m starting to feel it too.”

“Maybe not as much as me,” Rahul said.

“Do you want to borrow my human and sit on his face?”

“That would be great.”

“But not yet.” Priya sat behind with her hands and crushed her buttocks into my face. “He’s my human so I want to go first.” I felt a perfect vacuum between her ass cheeks as my nose floated between them. Suddenly, there was a sputtering noise as a gust of foul wind exploded on my face. She shook herself over my face rapidly, spreading the vapors all over my skin. The couple laughed with each other and shared a joyous high-five. “Hey slave,” Priya looked down at me between her ass cheeks. “Aren’t you going to thank me for that? After all, if I’m your Goddess, that was a direct blessing from me.” I stopped massaging her thighs for a moment and joined my hands together, thanking the Goddess for her blessing. “Good. Now I want you to take a blessing from my handsome boyfriend.” Priya stood up and pushed my head towards Rahul’s butt.

Rahul raised his ass off the couch and one of his legs, so I could get between them and offer my face as a seat for his explosive butt. “Hey loser, I wanted to really thank you for spending all of your money on this sumptuous meal for me and Priya. As a token of my appreciation for your gratitude,” he laughed with Priya as he finished the sentence, “I hereby grant you this.” He sat down on my face and covered me fully under his naked bum and blew out an overwhelming draft of pungent fumes into my mouth, accompanied by a loud noise. I couldn’t believe that my Goddess was laughing at such a display, but she was head over heels laughing at my mouth’s expense.

“That was hysterical! I think your fart was even louder than mine.” Priya brought in her boyfriend for a kiss.

“You know, I’ve never been able to do that in front of a girl and have her laugh about it.” Rahul said. “Some people just don’t appreciate good humor.”

“Oh, I do.” Priya looked him deep in the eye. “In fact,” she felt her tummy with her fingers, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Rahul hugged her waist, gave her a deep kiss and nodded. “Go right ahead,” he said and stepped back towards the other couch where he settled back and turned into a spectator.

Priya’s naked body towered over me as she firmly trapped me between her legs. “Tell me whose fart smelled sweeter. Mine or his?”

“Priya, what sort of…”

“Answer the bloody question,” she said, punching my face hard.

“Yours, Priya.” I said.

“You still think I’m a Goddess?” Priya asked, bringing up her foot and crushing my neck under it.

“Yes, Priya.”

“In that case, I am going to shit into your little mouth.” Priya said. “Oh you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Priya, you are the Goddess. I would do anything for you.”

“I want you to make a promise first,” Priya said, moving her toes across my nose and covering my eyelid with the big toe. “You will pledge your life for my pride and entertainment. Repeat that for me.”

“Priya, I will pledge my life for your pride and entertainment.”

“And if you get poisoned from eating my shit or my boyfriend’s shit, you will go home, take a knife and stab yourself in the throat so that we don’t get blamed.”

I swallowed hard before this one. Was it time I gave up and went home? Or would I insist on this crazy mission and accept my death from her excrements? “If I get poisoned from eating your shit or your boyfriend’s shit,” I paused, took a deep breath and let go, “I will go home and stab myself in the throat so you and your lover don’t get caught.”

“Good.” Priya smiled and turned back to her boyfriend. “I wish I had this human long back, to pay for all my meals and eat my shit after.”

“I know.” Rahul said. “Wish I had one of these humans for myself.”

“Rahul, can you hand me that gorgeous belt of yours, please?” Priya asked. Rahul picked up his belt and handed it to her. “Now Suhas,” she showed me the menacing thick belt in her hands, “how would you like us beating you up with this belt? This thick leather belt with the silver studs, so manly.”

“I would hate it,” I said, trying to retreat.

“Well, slave I will beat you with this if you don’t do your job properly.” Priya explained. “You see, I’m going to poop in your mouth now. As a Goddess, I should not have to smell my own shit and I like my couch to be clean. So you’ll have to open up your mouth and cover my shit hole fully, make it absolutely air-tight.”

“I got it, Goddess.”

“If I smell anything, even the smallest bit of it in the air, I’m not going to spare your life.” Priya warned, before turning around and taking a seat on my mouth. I fully covered up her hole with my mouth and waited for her to take a dump into my throat. She sat back and relaxed, turning to Rahul. “You know, just yesterday I spat in his face and his eyes. I used to think that was cruel, but now…”

“Yeah,” Rahul nodded. “Now he’s about to eat your undigested Italian lunch which he paid for.”

“Gnn,” Priya tightened her stomach and grunted a bit. I felt a solid substance make its way through my lips and hang above my throat like a bat. In a moment, the piece detached from her butt and landed right on my throat, from where I tried to push it down the oesophagus while avoiding its rancid taste on my tongue. In the next couple of minutes, she had pushed down four more turds down my throat, and was taking a deep breath. “I’m done,” she announced, upon which I ran my tongue through the complete surface area of her buttocks in my mouth.

Priya sat up and checked herself with a toilet paper that Rahul had promptly produced from the toilet and it was clean. “I can’t believe you got that right the first time, slave.” Priya commended.

“Thank you, my Goddess,” I said, falling to her feet and worshiping them, hoping that what I thought would happen next would not happen next, but it did any way.

“Rahul, you want to try out my human toilet?” Priya asked her naked boyfriend.

“Oh, most certainly.” Rahul laughed and gestured for me to get back in my place on the couch. He sat down with his ugly brown butt on my face and emptied his digestive system of his complete body weight. I counted more than fourteen turds of shit dumping into my mouth as he sat down and pooped in my mouth, after which I licked his ass clean like I did with Priya’s.

“Ahh, that feels good.” Rahul said, feeling his stomach. “We obviously over-ate our lunch, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” Priya said. “But as long as we have this human here, there’s no problem. We can sit on his face and eat as much as we want.” The couple giggled and kissed each other intensely. It looked like they were about to go at it again, right there in their standing pose. Suddenly, Rahul broke wind again. Priya stepped back from him, and I began to hope that that would end their relationship. “How did that happen?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” Rahul smiled and shrugged. “But your slave just sat there and allowed that in the air.”

“Yeah.” Priya and Rahul began to gang up on me. I went as far back as my legs could carry me, but they had me cornered. “Priya, how was I supposed to know that he would suddenly fart after all that…”

“I don’t care.” Priya said, picking up the big brown belt. “I gave you a simple job to do and you didn’t do it right.”

“Mercy, Priya,” I said, but the belt was soon up in the air. Its leather surface landed with devastating force on my ankles, breaking some of the skin under my skirt. She relentlessly sent the belt flying in the air towards me, causing several welts all over my upper body and back. After a good number of beatings, she paused and smiled with her boyfriend. “You know what? This is really arousing for me.”

“Is it?” Rahul asked. “Let me try.” He took over the belt and coiled it in his hands, his face carrying an evil grin. “You still think Priya is a Goddess, kid?” he asked. Before I could answer, he sent the belt diving into my gut. I struggled and twitched on the floor, but he turned the belt around in his hands, exposing the other side of it- the side embedded with silver studs. The world turned dark for a moment as the silver broke into my spine, cut into my knees and left marks on my butt. His blows were even stronger than Priya’s, in addition to using the wrong side of the belt with confounding effect. The couple soon had me beaten up and bleeding all through my body. Rahul caught my leg and pulled me to the center of the living room. “Come here,” he said to Priya and she did. “Let’s do it on him, shall we?”

“My pleasure,” Priya announced, sitting her knees down on my chest, with her hands too close to my groin. Rahul knelt on the floor, preparing himself for a doggy style pelvic thrust. He unpacked a condom from his wallet and put it on, then grabbed Priya’s huge breasts. From my sleeping position on the floor, I could see the penetration fully, as well as much of Priya’s extremely beautiful body, which still seemed that way despite what she and her boyfriend had done in my mouth. I watched Rahul’s erect dick make its way into the Goddess’s large slit, and it went in for quite a length. A few drops of cum began to spurt down her cunt right on my face, but I tried to keep my eyes open to watch her breasts dangle back and forth. The couple began to moan and scream, sometimes out of exhaustion and sometimes ecstasy, thrusting themselves into an elongated orgasm right on my body, while Priya would constantly take her time to pound my balls with her fist.

“Should we move this to the bed?” Rahul asked, having spent well over fifteen minutes in the doggy maneuver.

“Yeah.” Priya said, getting off my body. The couple held each other and looked at my pathetic wet face as I lay before them, powerless and defeated. “Do you want to belt him again?” she asked him.

“Nah, I’m good.” Rahul said, replacing his condom yet again.

“Then we don’t need him anymore.” Priya noted. “Hey slave, take your clothes and get out of my house!”

I quickly got up, changed into my own clothes and ran out of her house per her orders. I slowed down to a walk as I approached my own brown house in the perpendicular road. The time was nearly 2 PM. My parents wouldn’t be happy to see me return at this house, because they always had their afternoon nap at this hour. But I rang the bell anyway, and received a nasty scolding from my mother. Afterwards, I got into the shower, turned on the cold water and as the water fell on the red welts on my body, I sank into the bathroom floor to cry for three hours at a stretch.

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As I gazed into my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself. I couldn’t believe what had become of my life, and began to evaluate whether this slavery mission of mine was worth all this. The day I went over to Priya’s house to confess that I wished to become her slave was supposed to be the most liberating experience of my life. It would be a weight off my shoulders, a once-for-all solution for a life of happiness at her feet. But today, from morning to afternoon, she humiliated me in front of her new boyfriend and beat me up with his leather belt, then had sex with him on my body. She finally ordered me to get out of her house, once she and her boyfriend ran out of ways to abuse me.

I touched one of the red welts on my chest and hissed in pain. This slavery had become much too painful for me to bear, but what exactly was I expecting? Therein lay the problem- I didn’t know the answer to that at all. There were a few mounds of dark skin above my cheeks and on my forehead, from her vicious punches but they weren’t easily noticeable. Or so I hoped, because about five minutes later, Chandrika would be coming over to my place.

Chandrika was an eccentric girl from my class, and I had a date arranged with her for 7PM today. But given my physical condition, I called her up and asked for a cancellation under the pretext that I had fallen down the stairs. Somehow, we began to converse about where we lived and found that her house was less than 5km away from my place, so she agreed to come over. After all, we only wanted to talk and we could do that anywhere; there was no need for a fancy restaurant, she said and I could not agree more. I took a long bath, and changed into fresh clothes that didn’t have my blood stains on them, then pondered about whether I was going to break out of it with Priya. Even if I did want it, I was much too deep in this mess, and if I gave up now she would tell my parents about how I had begged to become her slave. Priya refered to this as ‘the clause’. Maybe all I needed was a safe way to break out of the clause.

It was nearing 5.30PM. Chandrika said she’d be over at my place by then. Soon enough, I heard the beep of a Honda Activa, so I went downstairs to greet the girl. My parents were downstairs armed with tea, snacks and jovial small talk about my childhood, so they were able to make her feel at home in no time. Chandrika was especially friendly with them, unlike she’d ever been with anyone in college. Soon, the two of us were in my study room, sitting on the bed against the pillows. I began our conversation by telling her how stunning she looked- she was dressed in a purple Salwar-Kameez, and pulled it off even better than Priya did, but of course Priya was more into western clothes like jeans and tiny skirts; nobody could wear those like her.

“Thank you so much,” Chandrika said, but her face still maintained a serious expression.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Just looking at you, with those bruises on your face, makes me feel…” Chandrika began. “And, oh my God, your arms are still bleeding,” she shuddered, closing her mouth with her dupatta. “Suhas, how badly did you fall down the stairs?”

“Pretty bad,” I shook my head. “But I don’t want to talk about it.” Each time I told her the lie about falling down the stairs, I could picture Rahul’s belt flying in the air and battering its way through my skin, sometimes in Priya’s hands and sometimes in his.

“Come put your head here,” Chandrika said, gesturing towards her lap. “Do you have some cotton and Dettol?”

“Yes, they’re in the drawer.” I felt a sense of warmth as I lowered my head to Chandrika’s lap. Her body was hardly anything but bone mass, so the lap felt hard but her compassion produced tears in my eyes right away. She dipped some of the cotton in the Dettol, then applied it over the bruises on my face. “Thank you so much, Chandrika.”

“I just want you to get well soon,” she said. “So we can go have our first date. Maybe tomorrow?”

“That would be just delightful.” I said, tears now erupting from my eyelids as they were in hers. “I’m so sorry I betrayed you today.”

“Hey, you fell down the stairs. It can happen to anyone,” she said, stroking my curly hair between her fingers. Her authenticity made me want to tell her the truth, that there was an evil villainess in the neighborhood who had beaten me up like this, but that would lead to the inevitable question of how it all started. So I just pursed my lips and enjoyed her warm care.

Minutes later, my brother showed up from my parent’s room which was across the upstairs hallway, opposite to my room. He had probably been watching TV for the last four hours, as he usually did on weekends. “Hey, Suhas what’s going on?”

“I fell down the stairs.” I lied to my brother, and instantly felt my metaphorical nose getting longer.

“Oh,” he came closer to examine my face. “That’s bad.”

“It is.” I said, swallowing a bit and gathering up my voice. “Chandrika, this is my elder brother, Supreeth. Supreeth, my classmate Chandrika.”

They both shook hands and exchanged a quick “Hi, nice to meet you.” My brother began to fidget as he watched us. “So, it looks like Suhas is in very good hands.”

“Oh, thank you.” Chandrika blushed. I couldn’t help but wonder, how my brother, the born ladies’ man, always had the right words to say to women. With his first sentence, he made the girl blush. He could probably steal away Chandrika from me if he wanted to, in a few minutes if he stayed any longer, but he had a much more beautiful fish in his net- Priya’s beautiful little sister Vidya.

“Anyway, I’m going over to Priya’s house so I guess I’ll see you both at dinner,” he said, taking his leave and climbing down the stairs.

“Bye,” Chandrika called out to him. She turned to me and began to muse. “Hmm, two very tall, handsome brothers I must say.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, “but I don’t know about the handsome part.”

“How old is he, anyway?”

“Oh, he’s four years older than us. He’s doing final year of his civil engineering.”

“Oh. And who is this Priya person?” Chandrika asked.

My mind began to wander all sorts of directions when she asked that. Was she a devil disguised as a Goddess? Was she a personification of all the evil in the world, packaged in one smoking hot body? “Well, she’s my neighbor.” I said. “She’s my brother’s age, but she studies medicine. She has a younger sister called Vidya, of our age who studies computer engineering like we do.”

“Oh okay.” Chandrika paused for a moment before venturing. “Your brother and this Priya…are they like a couple?”

“Oh, not at all.” I said. “My brother is with the younger sister Vidya.”

“It’s weird,” she giggled, “that your elder brother is with the younger sister. What about Priya?”

“Oh, she has some boyfriend from her class called Rahul.” Trying very hard to say his name and not think about his penis.

“Good.” Chandrika said. “Because the one thing that would complete the cycle of weirdness, is if you had a thing for the elder sister.”

“What? No, I don’t.” A white lie to elope from the truth.

“I know you don’t, I’m just saying hypothetically,” she got defensive. “Elder brother with younger sister, younger brother with elder sister.”

“Yeah.” I forced myself to laugh. “That would be hell weird. Four people with no idea of age appropriate behavior.”

“It’s good that you’re not into her or anybody else.” Chandrika said. “Because I’m starting to like you.”

I shook my head, shrugged and questioned, “why,” but her head came swooping down, and her lips made a smooth landing on mine. We shared a little three-second smooch before she sat back up and continued to stroke my hair. “I don’t know why, and I don’t think I need to.”

“Wow.” I closed my eyes, reminiscing the feel of her lips against mine. “My wounds feel soothed already.”

“Oh, come now.” Chandrika dismissed my remark. “Why are you are acting like you don’t deserve me and my care?”

“No, no that wasn’t it at all…”

“Are you hiding something from me, Suhas?” she asked.

“Not at all, Chandrika.” I took an ominous pause. “It’s nothing, nothing at all.” I began. I sat up on my knees, held the small of her nape in my hand and kissed her on the lips. “See? It’s nothing.”

“Good,” she said, and we kissed again.

More than five minutes had passed since my brother left the house, and I was fully engaged with entertaining my guest in my room, when I felt a strange presence at the door. I slowly cocked my head towards the door to see Priya standing there, leaning back against the open door frowning at me through her black framed glasses. She was dressed in the same slutty black shirt and the tiny little skirt that she had worn before having sex with Rahul for, I presumed, over six hours. Until then it didn’t occur to me that my brother would have told Priya about the girl in my room. Somehow, she had snaked in just to glare at me and Chandrika. In all probability, she had also seen us kiss.

Chandrika followed my gaze to realize that there was another girl in the room, but she brightened up and smiled. “Hi!” she greeted Priya. All she got in return was a hostile frown from the older girl. She turned to me, confused. “Suhas, what’s going on?”

I attempted to speak, but Priya took two steps into the room, towards the study table, then paused. She turned back, held the edges of my room’s door and snapped it close. With focused effort, she bolted the door, turned the keys to the brown lock clockwise until it clicked shut, then placed the key on the table. Once the door was secure, her spectacled eyes turned evil again, burning us with their dark energy. She approached the bed, where Chandrika was sitting with my head in her lap and hissed, “move!” Chandrika spontaneously shifted to the right side of the bed, while I sat up and leaned against the pillow on wall. “I want a pillow.” Priya whispered, stopping herself from taking the pillow-less seat so I took mine out the back and handed it to her. She gestured towards the seat, and I placed it firm against the back support of the bed. Even as Priya adjusted her skirt, turned around and landed on the bed, Chandrika took refuge next to me, so that we were both along Priya’s bare left leg on the bed. The Goddess moved her tongue along the insides of her cheek before she spoke. “You said there was a party today evening,” she stated, penetrating an angry glance above the upper rim of her specs.

“Priya,” I shivered, “I was supposed to…”

“Liar,” she quipped, elongating the word with chilling effect. She frowned and breathed slow, deliberate breaths that somehow prevented me from saying a damn word. I turned to Chandrika, hugging her arms around her chest, glancing timorously at the Mistress. Priya turned to her and examined her closely. “And who are you?” Priya asked.

“I’m Chandrika,” she said. “Suhas and I study in the same class.”

“When did you both hook up?” Priya asked.

The two of us glanced at each other and between the shrugs of denial, were able to come up with half a word- “we…”

“I saw you kiss.” Priya raised her head.

I saw Chandrika take a few deep breaths, before answering the question in one shot. “Priya, Suhas and I met at our college coffee shop yesterday. We talked for hours, and connected well.” She confirmed this with an approving glance from me. “So we were about to go on a date today, but he fell down the stairs and got hurt. So…”

“You told her you fell down the stairs?” Priya turned to me and giggled for the first time during the excruciating three minutes she’d spent in the room with us. The giggle added more twinge to the awkwardness in the room.

Chandrika slowly turned to me and scowled. “Was that a lie, Suhas?”

I squeezed my face close, trying to manufacture a benign expression. “Chandrika, I’m in a lot of trouble. Please hear me out…”

“He’s going to lie again.” Priya stated.

“Chandrika,” I held her hands, “she’s trying to turn us against each other. Please be on my side for a minute, I’ll explain everything. Honest.”

“What do you mean you’ll explain everything?” Chandrika asked. “Am I going to be convinced by this?”

“Chandrika,” I stroked her arms, “you will think I’m really weird, because I am. But you’ll see why I was forced to lie about falling down the stairs. I promise you.”

“Okay.” Chandrika turned down and glanced at her, then me. “Here’s the thing,” she finally said to Priya. “I understand that Suhas lied about something, but what’s it to you?” I wanted to muzzle her throat, just to prevent her from being overly retorting with Priya. “After all, he isn’t your boyfriend and you aren’t even interested in him. Whatever he’s lying about, I think it’s for Suhas and me to work out.”

“Wow, she’s a dumb one.” Priya commented, with an evil smile on her face. “Probably lonely as hell too…”

“Priya,” Chandrika smiled weakly. “With all due respect, you don’t know me well enough.” Priya’s gaze was at the center of the girl’s eyebrows, scorching through them like a powerful laser. “And you’re being very offensive. I don’t see why you’re acting this way…”

“Should I tell her the reason, Suhas?” Priya looked away from her, turning to me.

I silently shook my head “no”, which only caused Chandrika to look at us more suspiciously. “What’s going on here?” she demanded. “Suhas?”

I took a deep breath, then another. “Chandrika, I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you this before, but we can never be together…”

“But you just kissed me.” Chandrika shook her head. “Suddenly, she’s in the room and we are going to break up before we even start a relationship?”

“The thing is,” I scrunched my face to squeeze out the next few words, “I’m not allowed to have a girlfriend.”

“Heh.” Chandrika giggled. “You aren’t allowed?”

“Yeah.” I said. “Priya won’t let me.”

Chandrika raised her finger and turned to the smiling Goddess, then back to me. “Wait wait wait,” she laughed. “Why does she get to decide whether you have a girlfriend or not?”

“Because I know what’s good for him and what’s not.” Priya smiled. “And trust me little girl, you just aren’t it.”

Chandrika giggled as she glanced between the smiling girl and the ashamed, bowed down me. “So what? You both telepathically communicated with each other and decided that I’m not good enough for him?”

“Something like that.” Priya said. “But you know what? I’m getting tired of explaining things to you. It’s better if I show you.”

“Okay, show me.” Chandrika asserted.

Priya’s legs slid back to their origin point, the sexy little mini-skirt she had on. Chandrika and I quivered as the legs moved on the bed, but we held each other’s fingers tight to survive the horrifying show even though nothing actually happened yet. She perched the right foot on the left knee, to show the dusty bottom of her perfectly formed foot. “You see my feet, little girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Now, what if I were to tell you that Suhas prefers to kiss this,” Priya pointed a finger at the center of her foot, “rather than kissing your lips?”

“I would think you’re a crazy woman.” Chandrika stated bluntly.

“How about we have a little bet?” Priya asked. “Right here, right now. Suhas will either kiss you on the lips and choose to be your boyfriend, or he’ll kiss my foot and show you that he prefers my feet to your face?”

“You’re on.” Chandrika said, like she had already won the bet. “What do you want if perchance you actually manage to win?”

“If I win, I’ll have both you kids sitting on the edge of this bed, and both would have one of my feet in your mouth.” Priya threw down. “Do we have a bet, little girl?”

“Okay.” Chandrika shrugged.

“Suhas, you may get down from this bed and make your choice.” Priya said. At that moment, she made a movement with her lips to spell out a word, without making a sound from her throat. But I heard the word as clearly as I would if she shouted it out to the word. The word was, “clause.” If I kissed Chandrika’s lips, I would give up my life of slavery and Priya would tell everyone in my life about how I begged to be her slave. She had an evil smile on her face, all ready to play out a long, humiliating game with my prospective girlfriend.

“Suhas?” Chandrika said. “Come on, kiss me. What are you thinking about? Let’s show this girl.”

Tears formed at the edges of my eye as I climbed in through the other end of the bed. I looked away from my classmate, hoping to avoid the look in her eyes. “Suhas?” Chandrika squealed, as she saw me moving towards the foot instead of her lips. “Suhas, I’m going to walk out of this room if you kiss this woman’s foot.”

“Nobody is going anywhere,” Priya giggled. “I have the keys to this room right here.”

I held Priya’s seven inch foot in my hands, bent over and landed my lips on them, then spread it apart, caressing its dusty surface with my tongue. Chandrika broke down right there, producing a heck lot of tears for her size. “Suhas, how could you do this to me?” I strived to not look at the girl’s sad eyes. “Don’t tell me I have to eat this woman’s foot now.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll have to do.” Priya laughed in her victory. “Come on, both of you. Sit on those corners.” She pointed to the opposite corners of the bed. We took our places as per her orders, and awaited her punishment with sad faces. “Aww, I don’t want you people looking like that when you get my foot in your mouth. Both of you, join your hands together and smile.” We did that, and Priya sent in her strong feet into our open gullets, crushing down the bottom rank of out teeth down to the gummy roots. Her foot forced its way further down our throats, nearly splitting apart the edges of our lips as we bowed down to accept our harsh punishment. “Lick it and suck it, losers!” Priya ordered, nearly pushing us out of the bed. She then moved her foot back and forth, in and out of our mouths as she used our mouths like her willing foot mats, and laughed. “Such a nice couple,” she mocked, “a slave couple.” After scores of harsh rounds of pull ins and push outs, she finally brought down her licked feet to our laps. “Dry my feet using your clothes. You use your shirt and you use that dupatta,” Priya instructed us. I turned sideways to bring my shirt over to her feet and wiped them clean with it, which was when I saw Chandrika’s disapproving face. I had lost her a long way back, when I surrendered to the foot instead of kissing her.

“Why?” Chandrika wiped some tears off her eyes and asked into my ears, but Priya heard her.

“It’s a contract.” Priya laughed. “I own Suhas’s soul for the rest of his life.”

“Makes sense,” Chandrika snickered, “you are the devil.”

“Shut up and wipe my foot,” Priya whispered, gesturing towards her foot. Chandrika ruined her beautiful purple Salwar suit as she obeyed the order.

“I give up, okay?” Chandrika said. “I get it. Suhas likes your foot more than he likes me. Can I please go home now?”

“Oh, I have other things to show you.” Priya giggled, pointing a finger into her mouth. “Now, which one do you think Suhas prefers? Kissing your lips, or drinking my spit?”

Chandrika gave me a glance of utter disgust. “I’m sure he prefers drinking your spit.”

“Smart girl,” Priya snapped her fingers towards me. “But let us see for ourselves, shall we? Suhas?”

I moved closer to the Mistress and presented my open face for her to spit on. Priya gathered up a gallon of phlegm in her mouth, before breaking into a mocking giggle. “Are you sure you’d rather not kiss the pretty girl?”

“I’m,” I swallowed, “sure.”

“Say the full sentence. What do you prefer, Mister Suhas?” Priya laughed.

“I would rather drink your spit than kiss Chandrika’s lips.” I said, feeling my heavy ventricles breaking down.

“Say that to her face, again.” Priya pointed to Chandrika.

I slowly turned over to the crying girl and said the words. “I would rather drink her spit than kiss your lips.” Chandrika’s breath got heavier, her eyes projecting coruscant embers of disappointment. She took her hand back and gave me a tight slap. “Then go drink her spit, you asshole!” she screamed.

I moved my now red face over to Priya’s lap and presented it for her to spit on. “Open your mouth, boy. Aaaaaaa.” she laughed. I opened my mouth and looked up to her. She was more than happy to despatch a gigantic globule full of her spit into my mouth, making a loud noise as it separated from her mouth. I collected the liquid at the floor of my mouth, using it much like a ladle, before catapulting it down into my throat using my tongue, thereby swallowing the thick, tasteless fluid of utter humiliation. “Hey you, get over here!” Priya said to the girl.

“What? Why?” Chandrika attempted to retreat, but Priya caught her in her arms.

“You have to drink my spit too.” Priya said. “I appreciate the wonderful slap to Suhas, but after everything couples should still learn to do things together.”

“We are not a couple!” Chandrika squealed, but felt Priya’s hands separating her jaws into submission. She gurgled up another gallon of spit in her mouth just for the girl, and sent it into her mouth. “There you go,” Priya clamped her jaws shut with her hands, forcing the inevitable. “Now swallow that.” More tears erupted from Chandrika’s eyes as she drunk the older girl’s spit.

“How does it taste?” Priya giggled, sinking into the pillows on my bed.

“Pathetic.” Chandrika said, splitting up the syllables of the word between gusts of anger.

“I will still show you one more thing.” Priya laughed, turning herself around on the bed, showing us her back.

“Please let me go!” Chandrika said. “I got your point.”

“I can’t let you go until I’ve shown you one more thing.” Priya dangled the room keys in her hand. “You can’t get out now, can you?”

Chandrika jumped out of the bed and headed for the door. “Oh yes I can, and I will.”

“That door is locked, little girl.” Priya said, getting herself off my bed and moving herself towards the door as a precautionary measure. She probably anticipated what Chandrika would do next.

Chandrika made a fist with her hand and banged it against the door, calling out to my parents, “Auntie? Uncle?”

Priya placed her hand across the girl’s mouth and pulled her down, tossing her helpless body to the floor with her powerful arms. “Did you just try to break out on me?” Priya hissed to her face. “You’re not going to break out, not on my watch.”

“Please…” Chandrika dived for her feet and hugged them.

“No, you’re not getting out until I’m done with you.” Priya pulled her up by her shoulders, to a kneel. She caught the edges of her purple salwar in her hands, and yanked them in two different directions, ripping them apart at the center. Chandrika tried to scuttle away from her assailant, who was only too happy to get more distance. She was able to separate the edges of her suit further apart, ripping it all the way down to her navel, exposing her bare chest and little white bra. Chandrika dropped over to the floor sinking into a warm puddle of her own tears, weeping at the fate of her beautiful, expensive suit that she had worn, expecting a pleasant date with me. It was all torn into pieces by the devil’s cruelty.

“Why?” Chandrika gasped, covering her body with her arms.

“This is what happens when you defy me.” Priya said, raising her foot and placing it on the girl’s head. “I said I’m going to show you one more thing, and that means I’m going to show you.”

“Okay, okay. I give up.” Chandrika raised her hands and spread them apart. “Do whatever you want.”

“Get on the bed next to your ‘boyfriend’.” Priya ordered, sitting back in her place at the head of the bed and turning over. She kept her eyes on us like an eagle, as if to ensure that neither of us would indulge in vengeful attacks on her. Both of us were far too sapped of our energy to indulge in any such futilites. One of us was overpowered and humiliated, the other was enslaved by her scintillating beauty. What we did have in common is the bottom of Priya’s foot as we sat precariously at the wooden edge of my bed, staring at her strong, slender legs expanding into her glimmering buttocks. She had lifted her skirt backwards to display her underwear, a red silky pair whose width at the butt crack slimmed down to less than an inch. “Tell me how beautiful my bum is,” she said, batting the soft balls with flattened fingers. As the waves from her little spank spread across her balls and thighs, my pulse turned into a boisterous thump. My cock upsurged with excitement, while the rest of my body bent over in peaceful surrender. Every feeling of hostility towards her were vanquished by one look at her upper thigh.

“Priya,” I felt white waves of delight spread over my body from the gut, “I would die for you.”

“Thank you,” she laughed, “and you will, someday. What about you, little one?” she lingered her foot close to Chandrika’s face. “What do you feel when you see my juicy, ravishing bum?”

“I want to go home,” she mumbled.

“You know what happens when you give me the wrong answer.” Priya said. “I’ve torn your salwar suit, don’t make me tear up your kameez.”

“Okay,” Chandrika whimpered, wiping up her face to focus on the buttocks. “Yeah, they’re…nice. I think you keep yourself in very good shape.”

“I do, I jog every morning.” Priya said. “But that wasn’t the kind of comment I was looking for.”

“Then what?” Chandrika said. I tried to make eye contact with her but she was more fed-up with me than ever.

“I want to feel your love for my bum. I want to hear how you’re turning into a lesbian right now.” Priya twisted her upper body to get a good look at us. “You see he,” she pointed to me, “desperately wants to kiss it but you don’t. So guess which one of you is going to kiss my ass now?”

“Me?” Chandrika blenched. “See, I’m not going to kiss that thing.”

“But you are, little one.” Priya laughed, falling back into the bed. “That is, if you ever want to go home.”

“So…if I kiss it, you’ll let me go?”

“If you kiss it properly.” Priya said. “I want one here,” she pointed to the right edge of her right buttock, “one here,” pointing to the left edge of the left ball, “one here, one here…” she kept pointing her fingers closer and closer to the center of her bum, so that we counted twelve kisses in all, “and one biiiig wet kiss right here,” she pointed to the bottom center of her thong. “Thirteen respectful, slow kisses, and I will let you go home.” Priya said, watching the girl’s soul shrinking on her face. “Or, you know, I could beat you up some more…”

“Alright, I will kiss it.” Chandrika said.

“Come on, sound like a happy lesbian and go for it.” Priya said.

Chandrika ran her hands under Priya’s thighs, squeezed them together and forced a smile. “I look forward to smelling and kissing your bum for you, Priya.”

“Of course you are,” Priya cooed. She felt the girl’s lips on the outer edge of each butt cheek, followed by a rain of kisses spreading towards the valley of her magnificence. My manhood was getting harder, wishing to kiss the beauties myself but watching the helpless girl kiss the bum was quite arousing too. Chandrika got up, and braced herself for the final kiss to the center of the thong’s cloth, at which point Priya caught her by her hair and pulled her deeply in for a smother. “You enjoyed my bum, didn’t you?” she said, shaking her butt left and right, stifling the girl’s nose in the darkness her butt crack. She shook with studied vigor for over two minutes, before dropping the girl’s face to the bed. “Did you enjoy my bum?” Priya asked, pendulating the room keys in her fingers.

“Yes, Priya.” Chandrika choked. “I loved your bum.” Priya nodded along, waiting for more words. “It was delightful.”

Priya got up and ran the keys through the hole, and turned it anti-clockwise. She unbolted the door and opened it. “Come, let’s send you home,” she said, catching Chandrika’s ear. She pulled her down some of the stairs to check whether my parents were there- they weren’t; their voices could be heard from the drawing room. Priya raced down the remaining stairs, dragging the girl’s tender ears out of the house and throwing her out into the cold, cemented compound. “If I see you anywhere near my human again, I’m going to beat you up.” Priya said, slamming the door shut. She turned around to see me up the stairs, still terrified by the scene but with a hard cock poking out through my shorts. Priya clapped her hands together, as if she were washing them clean. “Got rid of that bitch, didn’t we?”

“We did, Priya.” I said, solely because there was no other right answer.

“Let’s go home, the three of us will play cards.” Priya said, fixing her glasses and slipping into her black sandals.

“You, me and who?” I asked. My heart slowed down, glad that she wasn’t going to give me a separate punishment for trying to have a girlfriend, trying to find happiness with another girl.

“Supreeth, your brother. He’s in my place now.” Priya said.

“But he’ll be spending time with Vidya, right?”

“She has chemistry tuition at 7, so she is probably just about to leave.” Priya said. I quickly got into my sandals, locked the door and began to walk with her. “I’m going to punish you again for this, you know,” she said. “You’re my human, you belong to me. You don’t get to have other relationships in your life without my say-so.”

“Yeah, I know Priya. I’m sorry.” I scampered behind her to catch up. It was dark outside, and the sodium vapor street lights were beginning to turn on.

We entered her little house. The door was open, and Vidya was about to leave for chemistry tuition with a light bag strapped to her shoulders. “Hi!” she said, quite emphatically. We replied in much the same tone. She kissed Supreeth goodbye, got on to her moped and left. Priya, Supreeth and I played a good game of cards for about one hour, and as usual Priya won most of the rounds. The three of us had a delicious snack, her mom’s pav-bhaji and the hour passed away in a flash. At the end of the hour, nearly 8 PM, a strange figure struggled to grip the mahogany door of the house. It held on to the door latch, and tried to pull itself up but fell down again. The three of us stepped closer to see Vidya in a terrible state, with puddles of fresh blood oozing out of her nose and her ears, barely conscious.

“Suhas, bring dad’s car. We are taking her to the hospital.” Supreeth said. I could barely hear in my stunned daze, but Supreeth repeated loud enough to make me hear. Before I knew it, I began to run barefoot across the streets to fetch the car from my house.

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I steered the car out of the little street that led out of Priya’s house, and turned right to head for the nearest hospital in the area. Brother Supreeth rode shotgun, while Priya sat behind, embracing her little sister Vidya in her arms. Tears flowed down her usually stern eyes, and her hands were employed with shielding her sister’s wounds with wads of cotton. Vidya tried to speak between gasps, about what had actually happened to her that had caused so much bleeding. All she managed to say was the name of a man “Manu.” Priya inquired whether that was someone from her chemistry tuition, and she nodded. Priya then continued to ask the inevitable question of what he did and why, but Vidya was in too vertiginous a state to answer that. We got to the hospital at around 8.15 PM, and got Vidya admitted into a semi-private emergency ward.

Once Vidya was safely in treatment, Priya called up her family and her new boyfriend with a very short conversation on the phone. “Rahul, I need you. St. Mary’s hospital,” and he was there, as was the family, pronto. We were a great team, albeit oversized, so Vidya was healed and discharged by midnight. She was able to explain later that Manu from her tuition had approached her right after tuition, with a sick, shit-eating smile on his face and a lewd greeting to the effect of “Hi, sexy. Do you want to come home with me.” She’d refused, and he went from stupid persuasion techniques to violent ones, which was how she got the bleed on her body. She confirmed that she wasn’t raped.

Supreeth rolled up his sleeves and asked her where Manu lived, that he would “take care” of him, but Priya and Rahul calmed him down. Violence isn’t going to solve anything, Priya insisted. Supreeth disagreed with them, but finally nodded and accepted that he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but there was a fire his eyes, one of vengeance for the stranger who attacked his love. Once Vidya was all healed and bandaged, we drove back home and settled in ourselves. I tossed and turned in the bed until 6 AM, frequently aroused by nightmares given that people like Manu lived in my neighborhood. I had no idea what Manu looked like, but I could imagine he was built somewhat like Rahul, but with no kindness or decency in his soul. He probably had brown, rotten teeth, a satanic red face and five large golden rings on his fingers. At least, my nightmare version of him did.

Early in the morning, Priya called me up and ordered me to get ready and come over to her place. She specifically called me “slave” which meant, I reckoned, I was in for some domination. It was a Sunday morning, so there was no trouble obeying that. I was able to get ready and slip out at daybreak without my parents noticing, and at 6.30, Priya had returned from her a late jog and led me into her room, where the bandaged Vidya was snoring deeper into a sleep and her eyes were hard shut, isolating herself from the cruelty outside. The parents were sound asleep in the other room. Something was different about the girl’s room, though.  Perhaps it was the disturbed aura of the dominant force in the room, or something more material. I soon noticed what it was – the girl’s bed was undone. She was the most organized, neat person I knew, and I loved that about her but here she was, sweating into her red t-shirt and black jogging shorts and her Reebok shoes, her body unbathed and her bed undone. Something about the lack of immaculacy turned me on.

I turned back to Priya with a questioning glance, to which she indicated her unmade bed. Of course, she wouldn’t have to do those things now, because she had a slave. I lunged forth to the bed, pulled out the sheets and spread them out neatly. It felt eerie, obeying the girl when she hadn’t even a smile to spare but it wasn’t my place to question that. Hard prick or soft prick, my job was to simply and silently obey every word, having taken the plunge into a life of servitude. I swiftly flattened the surface of her bed, while she stood behind and laid an unfocused gaze at random spots the floor, apparently preoccupied. One question did pop into her head while she supervised my chore. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

“I don’t think so.” I said. “It’s the weekend, which means they wake up at around 9AM.”

“Oh.” Priya plopped on the bed once I finished with it, and sank back to a pillow. She was rested across the width of the bed, thereby allowing her legs to flail about in the air before me. “Bring me a towel from the bathroom,” she whispered and I did so immediately. “Kneel” was her next instruction. I understood where this was going, so I held the edge of her bed with one hand and lowered myself between her legs. My gut felt a pang of fear, for we were in a room with her sister still asleep, but she could wake up any time and see me serving Priya like the slave I was. Also, the room’s door was open, so her parents could walk in any time. As soon as I lifted Priya’s legs to carry them on my shoulders, the fear was diluted and overwhelmed by warmth of spiritual correctness, of kneeling like a dog before my owner the way God intended me to live my life.

I took a good sniff at the girl’s socks, which had endured the trample of her morning jog and felt their divine scent fill my soul. Despite my clean bath, deo and a bit of perfume there was no contest about who smelled better. I raised the towel and ran it across the surface of her slender legs rested heavily on my shoulders, to clear away the incandescent pearls of sweat gathered on it. With a desperate cry, my tongue flew out and my eyes shut close as my being filled with desire to lick them clean off her. Perhaps I could, perhaps she would allow me to. I looked over to the depressed girl and she raised her eyebrow when she saw my tongue. With a bit of thought, she gave it a nod of approval. I extended my tongue as long as my body would allow, and laid it over the socks of her left leg and performed a lick along the circumference of her lower leg. I continued to lick further up her divine legs, reached into her knees and delved into the fleshier areas. The lustful venture came to a painful culmination with a hard slap from the girl. “I don’t like being licked. Now dampen that towel and clean me properly.”

“Yes, Priya.” I slithered away, checked that her little sister was still asleep and headed for the bathroom to wetten the towel. So capricious she was, she wanted me to lick her leg and then she didn’t. Just like that. I tiptoed back to the bed and began to rub the smooth surface of her skin with the towel, and that felt good too. The surface of her legs were now glistening with the natural glow of her skin and the thin film of water on them.

Priya sat up straight and caught my hair in her hands. She crushed her ankles into the sides of my neck, and began to pull me into her body. The sensuality of my cheeks and ears gliding against the glistening surface of her skin awakened my hitherto groggy spirit. She pulled my head uphill through her calf, to her knees then pulled me down her fleshy thighs into her sweet-smelling navel. The jogging shorts provided for a somewhat muffling but nevertheless divine experience of the shape of her ass. She had me linger there for a few moments before pushing me away and sitting back with her hands high. She gestured to the sides, which meant that I probably had to clean her sweaty armpits.

I got into the bed, carefully concealing the raised flag in my pants from  her vision. I settled with my hands on the bed next to her, my body still raised far off it, in a sort of push-up. Her armpit was a brown splotch on her perfect surface, and smelled entirely of the divinity’s saline sweat. I stuck out my tongue and hitched its surface over the pit, and twisted my head left and right, penetrating deeper with a single lick. The taste was like salty water that one gurgles to cure throat infection, so it wasn’t nearly as pungent as the odour. Following up, I quickly ran the wet towel through the armpit and quickly switched to the other side. I gave the other armpit an equal lick, then cleaned up with my towel.

I backed up to her foot, to see if she would permit me to take them off for her. With a troubled expression still squeezing her head, she nodded her approval. My heart skipping its routine by leaps and bounds, I unlaced her jogging shoes, dislodged them from her foot, and began to unroll the socks out from below. I brought myself closer, to absorb more of her divine scent with my eager nose. A deep breath didn’t entirely fill up my lungs with their scent, so I took a dive into the spaces between her toes. I licked the big toe as I covered it in the confines of my mouth, then sucked off the dust on them like a strong vacuum cleaner. I went through each of her peds, licked up the beautiful high arches and heels, before moving on to her other foot. The dust in her feet were like a drug, that fueled the very force that made my heart pump.

Soon, Priya stood up on her feet and moved towards the other bed in the room. The little sister was starting to wake up from her deep slumber. I straightened up my knee, to not appear as though I was kneeling until then. Vidya stirred and slowly brought herself to sit back in her bed. The bandages on her face had fallen off, so she had become as beautiful and radiant as she’d ever been. Her smile wasn’t nearly as bright but still she stretched herself to produce one. “Hi, Good morning,” she said, yanking up her eyelids to lose their sleepiness.

“Good morning.” Priya said. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good.” Vidya said. “There’s still a pain in my ears but I’ll be good.”

“Nice to hear.” Priya said.

“Hi Suhas,” Vidya said somewhat weakly. “How come you’re here so early?”

I turned to Priya to see if she had an answer, because I didn’t. “Yeah,” Priya took over. “I called him over to teach you a little something.”

“What?” I was as surprised with the answer as was Vidya.

“Vidya,” Priya sat down on her sister’s bed next to her legs. “The whole reason you were attacked by that Manu guy is because…,” she caught her sister’s cheeks in her hand, “you’re too timid and soft-spoken.”

“So you want me to be more bold?”

“Exactly. Let’s start your lesson now. Come on, get up.” Priya said, sounding like a scout master.

“Priya, can we do this some other time?” Vidya asked, holding on to the rug wrapping her lower body. “And how is Suhas going to help with this?” Precisely what I had in mind.

“I’ll show you all that very soon, but for now you have to get up.” Priya snapped her finger. “Get up,” she said with an elder-sisterly force in her voice that was just irresistable to obey. Vidya got up to her feet, swooning a bit from the heavy drugging that she’d endured in the hospital the previous night. “Now,” Priya explained, “you are going to show me exactly what happened in front of the tuition yesterday.”

“But I don’t want to relive those moments.” Vidya cried.

“Vidya, if you don’t learn from your flaws, you’ll never learn the art of defending yourself against men.” Priya said. “Now get over here and show me what he did.”

Vidya looked especially bright for someone who had just woken up, in her plain black half-sleeved t-shirt and her full pyjamas. The two sisters dressed very differently from each other even though they shared a wardrobe and were approximately the same size. She began to describe the events of the previous night. “Okay, our lecturer just finished the class at 8 o clock. I walked out with the other girls, headed downstairs from the second floor where he takes the classes. Once downstairs, I got out through the gate and bid my friends goodbye, then headed for my vehicle. But there he was…”

“Manu?” Priya asked.

“Yeah. He was waiting close to my scooter. Come to think of it, it’s like he knew I would go there…”

“Duh!”

“Yeah. Before I was able to mount my vehicle, he said that he wanted to talk to me in private. He looked around- there was nobody. We were in the spot just behind the street light at the corner, which is dark as hell. He started to talk weird, saying sick things like ‘hey sexy, will you come home with me? I want to love you…’ things like that. I said ‘no’ and stepped away from him, to insert my key into the vehicle. He caught my hand and turned me around. That’s when it happened…”

“What?”

“He slapped me so very hard.” Vidya said, feeling her cheek. “It was so hard, I had a nightmare about it. Then he dragged me to his car and began to drive me in some random direction. So I told him that Supreeth had slept with me…”

“He left it at that?”

“I said something else, too…” Vidya said. “I told him I was already pregnant. I bulged up my stomach muscles and tried to look pregnant…”

“He bought it?”

“Yeah.” Vidya said. “So he turned towards our place and threw me at the gate.”

“He’s a sickening fellow, isn’t he?” Priya asked, wiping off a droplet of tears from her eyes.

“He’s hopeless, Priya. I can’t believe people like him exist in our neighborhood.” Vidya said.

“Now, Suhas.” Priya turned to me. “I want you to say those things Manu said, and act like he would have acted.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because I want to show my sister how to deal with worthless guys like him.” Priya said. “Come on, it’s just a sentence.”

I shrugged, but felt a pang of fear. Vidya was surely going to find out about my “relationship” with her big sister. “Hey sexy,” I put on an ugly half-closed eyes grin on my face and talked to Priya, “I want to love you. Will you come home with me?”

Priya caught my hand and twisted it backwards, making me fall to my knees beneath her. “You know what you should have done?” she asked, turning to Vidya.

The little sister stepped back and shuddered. “Priya, what are you doing to Suhas?”

“Don’t worry about him, he wants to be treated that way. Just answer the question first.” Priya asserted. Vidya shook her head and shrugged. “Watch.” Priya spat a huge gob of spit into my eyes, in front of her sister, and then took her hand back to deliver the hardest possible slap to my cheek. I could feel the each line of her fingerprint on my cheek as I was rendered powerless. “This is the way to deal with assholes like Manu.” She said, presenting me to her sister as a mere defeated example.

“Okay, I understand.” Vidya said, retracting into a little ball. “But why are you hitting Suhas?”

Priya paused to consider how she would answer this one, and decided that three words would suffice. “He’s my slave.”

“He’s what?”

“Last month, Suhas came to our place and had dinner with us, you remember the fish kheema?” Priya explained. “That day he proposed to me. He begged me to take him as my slave. All he wants in life is for me to use him, and he expects nothing in return. He’s happy this way. Tell her, Suhas.”

“Vidya,” I said, still reeling from the devastating slap. “It’s true, I’m a masochist. I want to be her slave, I want to live and die for her.”

“In simpler words,” Priya explained, “he’s a wimp and he’s living the life wimps deserve.”

“Oh my God!” Vidya said. “I can’t believe you’re that way. You actually want her to beat you up.”

“See?” Priya pointed a finger at me. “This is what happens to weak people. Between him and you, it’s hard to say who is weaker. Vidya, you’re seriously going to end up like this loser if you don’t become stronger.”

“But I could never hurt a fly!” Vidya protested.

“And if you keep living this way, it won’t be long before someone rapes you.” Priya said, as Vidya blanked out in consternation. “Vidya, do you want to be a loser?”

“No!”

“Then come over here and slap my slave.” Priya barked. “Now!”

Vidya toddled over to me and looked into my crying eyes. She began to whimper herself, and retreated into her big sister’s arms. “Priya, I can’t. Please let me be who I am.”

“I won’t.” Priya pushed her back with authority. “You’re going to grow up whether you like it or not. Unless you want to get raped. Imagine Manu, with his ugly body all over you…”

“Okay.” Vidya came back before me. I held my head high, waiting for her to hit me with a hard slap. Well, I was a gone-case wimp for life, the least I could do was give Priya’s sister the chance to break out of her weaknesses. I sealed my eyes close and waited for the hand. After a lot more complaining, the hand did arrive on my cheek for a soft landing.

“You call that a slap?” Priya asked, stepping behind her sister. “Come on. Forget that he was your friend, forget that he is my slave. He’s going to rape you if you don’t slap him hard enough.”

Vidya bit her teeth hard. A bubble of confidence went up her flat belly, until her face shivered with anger. I closed my eyes shut, anticipating a slap as hard as Priya’s. Vidya swung her hand into me, and it was much harder than her sister’s. As I crumpled to the floor, I heard Vidya whimpering and repeatedly saying “sorry.”

“No, you don’t say sorry.” Priya said, stepping close to me and planting a firm foot on my head. “You subdue him to the floor where he belongs.”

“O..okay.” Vidya cried.

“Come, wipe your foot on his face.” Priya said, inviting her sister to do as she did. Vidya’s beautiful went up in the air and landed hard on me, crushing me into the the cold floor under her beautiful little peds. “More force. More.” Priya kept saying, until I could feel dents on my existence caused by Vidya’s feet. “Now, let’s replay the whole scene with Manu, except this time you’re going to deal with him just the way I taught you.”

“Okay.” Vidya stepped back, bracing herself for the cruel roleplay scene. “I’m ready.”

“Suhas, start the scene.” Priya instructed, quite simply.

I found myself rising, despite knowing full well what would happen during the next minute. If obedience was the keyword of my life since my enslavement, it had suddenly changed to gore stupidity. I managed to bring an ugly little smile on my face as I played Manu’s part in the play. “Hey sexy. Why don’t you come home with me?”

Vidya’s face began to vibrate slightly at the very sight of me, but her eyes were defocused perhaps recalling the same words spoken to her yesterday, and its violent context. She whispered a forceful “no,” that sounded even louder than if she spoke it in her normal voice. She then caught my collar, pulled me closer and landed the tightest slap of the day. As I pendulated in her tight grip of my shirt, I realized why she held my shirt in the first place- to ensure my eyes were open for the punishment and to ensure that I wouldn’t slip away. She pulled me back in, so that my reeling face was before hers. She scooped up a ball of spit in her mouth and sent it like a peashot to the center of my skull, instead it spread over the surface of my skin and seeped into my eyes.

“Something like that.” Priya said. “Now kick his groin so hard, he can never have children.”

Vidya turned back to me and considered the instructions for a moment. I let my hands fall; Vidya wasn’t brazen enough for something like that. The next moment, she pulled my head under her armpit, positioning herself for the perfect kick to my midsection and before I knew it, her knee came grinding into my shaft, sending two broken testes sideways as the cockpit of her knee structure piloted deep into my kidneys. I fell to her feet, and landed with my face on her foot with golden globules of pain shooting up my broken groin, yet incredibly aroused. There was no outlet for that arousal, but I still felt the heat in my gut.

Priya clapped softly, acknowledging her sister’s effort. “You aren’t hopeless, after all.”

Vidya smiled sweetly at her sister. “Thank you, Priya. I will defend myself properly if the need arises.”

“The need will certainly arise.” Priya patted her sister’s back. “But I want to see some more proof that you won’t suddenly chicken out.”

“Please,” I attempted to mumble, but my lips simply danced on the top of her foot and my throat made no sound.

“Humiliate Suhas some more.” Priya said, tapping her on the hip and retaking her seat on the bed. “I won’t tell you specifically, you have to figure out this one for yourself.”

“Okay.” Vidya turned back, watching me with a smile on her pretty red face as I pulled myself up to a kneel. “How does my spit taste?” she asked. “Oh, that’s right, it didn’t go into your mouth.” Using her forefinger and thumb like the arms of a plyer, her hand crushed into my Adam’s apple causing my mouth to open up for a scream. “You pervert,” she hissed, gurgling up a weighty load in her mouth which she projected into mine without a moment’s hesitation. She let go, moving her hands up my mouth, forcing me to swallow it all. She growled as she watched me swallow the ball. “How does it taste?”

“Marvellous, Vidya.” I said, gulping down the tasteless viscosity.

“You proposed to my elder sister?” Vidya inquired.

“To become her slave, Vidya. I don’t want to be her boyfriend…”

“Then what? You want be her dog?”

“Her human,” I corrected, for reasons I couldn’t understand.

“My sister and I share most of our possessions.” Vidya said. “So from now on you’re my human, too.”

“I accept, Vidya.” I kissed her foot, somewhat eagerly. The fact that she was my brother’s girlfriend vastly decreased the eroticism of submitting to her, but I simply turned the attention of all five senses back to her beautiful feet.

“Put your head there,” Vidya said, pointing to her bed.

I placed my head where she pointed, along the wooden edge of her bed and looked up to her, feeling somewhat awkward. Vidya stood over me and held her head high. “I am superior to you in every way.” Vidya said. “What do you say to that?”

“It’s true, Vidya. You’re beautiful, brilliant…” I began.

“Shut up.” Vidya said, looking down at me along the surface of her cheeks. “I spat on your inferior face and you didn’t thank me for it.”

“Oh I’m sorry, Vidya.” I joined my hands together and bowed. “Please find it in your heart to forgive my inferior soul.”

“Hmph.” She blew up some air at a few locks her hair. Her hands began to converge to her navel and landed on the hook of her long jeans skirt. I felt a swirling ball of red heat spiralling around my ribs into my heart as she unhooked it and let it drop to the floor. This was even hotter than Priya dropping her skirt, because when she did that, in most cases, her skirts were so short that I would have seen everything already. This felt like a larger curtain dropping on a very expensive theater show. Her bulging thighs were nearly as beautiful as her sister’s, and were sweating a bit more due to the length of her skirt.

“Thank you, supreme Goddess.” I muttered, staring intently at her lacey pink panties.

Vidya turned around and stood with one leg on my other side, her buttocks poised to land on my face. “I’m going to sit on your inferior face with my bum, to show off my superiority.”

“Please do, my Goddess.” I said, glancing at the elder sister for a moment.

Priya was shaking her head and giggling. “You’re giving him the biggest treat of his life.”

“I don’t mind.” Vidya said, crushing down the beautiful balloons of glimmering flesh on my undeserving face and smothering me under. It was indeed the biggest treat of my life, as she forcefully ground my face into the sponge of her bed.

As if the sisters were communicating telepathically, she got herself up and prepared herself to make the sit as humiliating as she intended it to be, using one single question. “You know what your brother gets to do with my bum?” she asked, pointing to the center of her panties. Tears poured out of my eyes as I visualized the answer, and she literally added salt to the wounds by sitting down heavily on my face. She laid still this time, and I felt myself sinking under the luscious sweaty spheres.

“Bravo!” Priya said, clapping genuinely at her apprentice’s conquest. “This is the right way.”

“Thank you,” Vidya said. Her skin slid aside, letting the merciless bottom of her thigh-bone squeeze my skull.

“Look at that.” Priya said. I could hear tears of joy in her voice. “The supreme being with her bum all over the loser’s face.”

“Even you never thought of doing this to your slave, did you?” Vidya blushed.

“Never.” Priya said.

“You want to have a go at it?” Vidya asked. “You’re welcome, you know? Provided you tell me that I’ve become a boisterous girl.”

“You most certainly have, Vidya.” Priya opened her arms and Vidya thrust herself into them, and the sisters embraced each other.

Priya then dropped her jogging shorts and took a seat on my inferior face. Her bum didn’t spread all over like her sister, because although it had more radius, her flesh was a lot more toned and tight than her little sister’s. She exercised every day of her life since the age of twelve, and her taut bum confirmed the story. I moved my face around, to feel the inverted ‘V’ her warm bosom spread perfectly over my nose. Their sweet, warm scent was intoxicating as always. “This is good, but there is something I did to this loser that you didn’t do,” Priya giggled at her sister.

“What is it?” Vidya asked.

“Listen.” Priya said, tightening her buttocks further. The meagre air between the inner surface between the spheres, the only air my nose had access to, was suddenly replaced with a brown, pungent gas accompanied by a loud, popping noise.

“Oh my God!” Vidya laughed, thoroughly entertained by the big sister’s gaseous assault. “Did you poop into his mouth?”

“We both did.” Priya said, proudly.

“Who both?”

“Me and Rahul.” Priya explained. “You see, when you were gone yesterday I invited him and Rahul over to our place. We spent over six hours doing you know what, using him as our slave.”

“Wow.” Vidya considered the statement. “So Rahul knows, you know and I know about this slave thing.”

“Yes…,” Priya shook her head. “But that’s as far as it can go. Supreeth can’t find out. He thinks that his loser brother can’t get a girlfriend, so let him keep thinking that. It would get ugly if he knows that this one doesn’t even want a girlfriend.”

“Okay.” Vidya said.

“I can too get a girlfriend.” I mumbled, my lips grazing the surface of Priya’s stinking bums. “Chandrika would be with me by now if you hadn’t interfered that day…”

“Okay, he can get a girlfriend. But he prefers letting me use his mouth as my bog.” Priya said. “Isn’t that right, you little bitch?” she raised her bums and brought them down again, making it look like I was nodding. “See how eager he is, to eat the shit off my ass?”

“Does he eat properly?” Vidya asked. “I imagine it must be tough, with that strong taste…”

“He will eat it up for me.” Priya said. “He’ll do anything. In fact, Suhas, why don’t you come over every morning and we both will give you a nice breakfast in your mouth?” she got up, expecting to hear my answer to that.

I shook my head, to recover from the nasty smother but mainly to consider the realities of that proposition. “My mom would find out.”

“No she wouldn’t.” Priya said. “When does she wake up?”

“7 A.M.”

“Get up at 6 and come over for us.” Priya laughed. “You will never get caught.”

“But Priya,” I swallowed what tasted like the vapors from her warm buttocks on my tongue. “I might die.”

“First of all, you can always give up as per our agreement.” Priya winked. “Secondly, if we do poison you, you will run a knife through your throat and suicide for us. None of us are accepting any liability for your death, which you have invited upon yourself.”

“Okay.” I laid my head back. “I will die for you if it makes you giggle a bit more. My life is truly that worthless.”

“It is.” Priya slid down her panties and took her royal pot seat on my mouth again, except this time her sister looked on. In her finishing subduing moves, she crossed her legs one atop the other and crushed into my eyes with her thigh bone. There was a perfect vacuum between her butt and my mouth. The slit opened up to an overpressured pipe, letting out a warm stream of morning urine into my mouth, which I gulped down with competence or just a desire to breathe fresh air again. A loud crackling noise followed, as a warm dump of heavy pellets detached and dropped into my throat. My overworked throat barely managed to take it all in before Priya wiped herself clean on my face and stood up. The brown muck was stuck everywhere in my mouth- the upper walls, between the teeth, under the tongue. I closed my eyes and felt my soul being poisoned for her giggles.

“Look at that.” Vidya pointed five disgusted fingers at me. “Your life reduced to nothing but a shitty joke for us. Is this your ambition in life, Suhas? Eating my sister’s shit until you die for her?”

I gulped down every speck of dirt before opening my mouth to answer the question. “My life is Priya’s to do as she wishes…” at which point I felt the little sister’s powerful foot step across my face and crush me deep into the bed.

“Priya’s?”

“I meant Priya’s and yours.” I corrected myself.

“Exactly.” Vidya dropped her panties and turned around. “You see that?” she asked, pointing to her butt crack. “Your brother sticks his penis into that, while you eat breakfast from it. You should be ashamed.” I felt a bitterness in my mouth, each time she mentioned my brother. Vidya’s soft bubbles soon descended on my face to punish my mouth with the same taste and stink that her big sister had delivered. “Ahh,” she finally said, having relieved herself into me. “That was nice and convenient. You are going to come over every day for this.” Vidya said. I accepted the terms. “Now get out of our house!”

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Four hours had passed since the long, humiliating domination session in which Priya had revealed my slavery role to her sister and both the beautiful sisters ended up taking a heavy dump in my mouth. I couldn’t believe what she had reduced me to ever since I declared that I wished to be her slave, I couldn’t believe that I had accepted to sneak over to her place every morning so I can take a fresh dump every morning after her jog, and Vidya would join the party- her farts smelled sweeter but the dump was more bitter and heavier than her sister’s. I had to forego breakfast today, given the amount of dump I had to eat, with the pretext of “I’m not feeling very well, I got a stomach bug” to my parents and brother. The lie seemed to manifest itself in my body, as I groaned myself into a sick morning slumber. Maybe it was time to suicide. Normal, confident men like my brother and Rahul slept with those beautiful girls, while I ate their crap and knew whose fart smelled sweeter from a range of less than a centimeter. What was it that differentiated them from me? Primarily, and this is the most basic of them all, I didn’t even want to kiss those girls and be their boyfriend. I genuinely wanted to kiss their feet and obey their every command as long as my life and health weren’t endangered.

The self-defeating thoughts were interrupted by a call on my cellphone- it was Vidya. What did she want now, I thought. “Get over here and bring the car,” she said and hung up. No hello, no bye, no listening- just that sentence, spoken like a true Mistress to a slave. She seemed to have gotten a taste of the power that her sister had over men, and seemed to align towards it, much like a marijuana addict does the first time. I went downstairs and picked up the car keys. “Ma, I’m going to a friend’s place,” I lied. Lying was becoming a way of life at this point. Which friend, my mother asked and somehow, in that moment, the only guy’s name I could make up was “Manu.” Why that, of all names in the world I cannot explain. Thus I was in the car again, feeling my heart getting heavier, from a combination of the humiliation the girls had delivered to my mouth plus the guilt of incessant lying to my family. It was a good thing they didn’t watch where I was taking the car, because I took the left turn to the girls’ house, the little street which led only to theirs and one other house, which would have made what I was up to overly obvious.

The girls were in front of their house, dressed up to their usual standards of elegance. Priya wore her yellow t-shirt with a sexy red mini-skirt, while Vidya wore a white top with a long black jeans skirt. They both had elegant long boots up to their knees and once I reversed the car for them, they both entered the backseat leaving me alone in the front like I their driver. I adjusted the rearview towards the younger sibling, hoping for an apology but she seemed altogether proud of what she’d done. “Where are we going?” I asked them.

“You know where Sunderlal’s paan shop is?” Priya said. “Take us there.”

I knew it well enough; it was less than a kilometer away from their place. What I didn’t understand was why two beautiful high-class girls would want to go there. It was a place for smokers, drug addicts and their likes to hang out. The only women to ever set foot in that block were shemales and hookers. The thought made me giggle, and I turned back to look at the girls’ shiny leather boots.

“It’s not what you think.” Priya was always sharp as a tack. “Vidya thinks that Manu would be there.”

“I think he even has a business set up there.” Vidya added.

My hands quivered when I heard this. “Oh no, what are you girls going to do?”

“I’m going to avenge my sweet sister.” Priya said, smiling but determined. “I’m going to make that bastard pay for hurting her…”

“That might be…” I began, but the very sight of the stern elder sister with her big boots stopped me midway. Nothing could be dangerous for a ferocious girl like her. No matter how big or fat Manu was, Priya would have him licking those gorgeous boots for her in no time. “…clever.”

“It is.” Priya said. I pulled up the car towards the street corner, giving us a good vantage point for observing the street. It wasn’t overly crowded as usual, but it was a bright Sunday morning so that wasn’t expected anyway. The little paan shop was located towards the other corner, with a few men standing around chewing the betel leaves while others smoked unfiltered cigarettes. There was a tiny office next to the shop, the sign read “Manu’s real estate agency.” It had tainted glass doors and windows, and before it stood an unusually calm, chubby man sipping from a tiny cup of tea and smoking a cigarette.

“That’s Manu.” Vidya nodded. I observed the man more closely- he didn’t look the violent type at all. He was about 5’6” tall, weighed about a hundred kilos, had a belly that resembled the convex surface of an earthen pot and a bushy little moustache on an innocent looking face- large peaceful eyes, small ears and an overall apricot-like shape. He was dressed in a shabby kurta-pyjama, but had a glimmering silver watch on his wrist that gave him a sort of upper middle-class look. As we watched, a woman in a green sari walked past him towards the paan shop. We watched him get her attention with one syllable. “Hey!” The woman didn’t respond, so he said it louder. Once she turned around, he raised his eyebrows, gave her a dirty smile and thrust his hips back and forth. The woman shook her head and walked away, while he leaned against the doors of his office and laughed.

“Yeah, that’s definitely the picture I had of him,” Priya said. “Alright, I’m going in,” she said, unlocking her door and stepping out of the vehicle.

“Priya, you’ll need the purse. Follow the plan.” Vidya said, but Priya was already a few paces away from the car. Priya was almost cat-walking, swinging her gorgeous hips slightly and stepping her sharp heeled boots in a straight line towards the paan shop. Manu immediately took notice of her, but she kept her head straight. He let out a low whistle in respect of the beauty, and Priya stopped to giggle for a moment before tapping the paan shop’s counter. Manu immediately pulled out his wallet and ordered a paan for her, and she giggled a “thank you.”

“She doesn’t need a purse.” I sighed. “She’s Priya.”

Manu also got rid of his little tea-cup and the cigarette, then leaned himself against the counter to converse with her. The words were inaudible, but she was easily making him smile, and he did the same for her too. Somehow he was completely oblivious of the gray car and the presence of his ex-victim in the backseat, so I thought it was time for some small talk. “He runs a real estate agency and studies engineering?”

“Hmph,” Vidya’s cheek puffed red. “He’s a swine. A bloody, motherf…”

“Okay, I got it.” I whispered. “What was the plan anyway? She’s going to seduce him and kick him in the face?”

“Something like that.” Vidya said. “Or, exactly that. But you know what all this waiting and anticipation is doing to me?”

“What?”

“It makes me want to pee.” Vidya smiled. “I mean, I’d normally go looking for a restroom but since I have you right here…”

“You mean, in the car? Right now?” I tried to delay the inevitable.

“Exactly.” Vidya said. “Now push back your seat and show me your mouth.”

“Please Vidya!” I cried, checking around. “People will see.”

“Nobody will see.” Vidya said. “Come on. Push back, this is an urgent matter.”

So I did. I pulled the seat’s handle, setting it loose so I could unwind to the back seat. Vidya caught my head and yanked me closer, until I was on her lap. “I have just one request,” I said, shutting my eyes in desperation.

“What is it?”

“Just please don’t mention my brother.” I joined the fingers of my left hand in the gaps of the right. “I beg of you.”

“You mean,” she mused, “your brother who gets to fuck my ass while you have to work like my human toilet?” I rolled my head in despair, but she stopped, gazed into my eyes and said, “nah. It can wait.” Her hands were still locked across my neck.

“What? Why did you change your mind?” I asked.

“Because you are Priya’s slave, you’re my sister’s property.” Vidya said. “If everything goes according to our plan, I’ll have my own slave today.” She gestured her bright eyes towards Manu.

“Wow.” I gasped. “You’re going to enslave Manu.”

“If I don’t kill him first.” Vidya hissed.

“So I can sit back?”

Vidya brought her head over me and without any kind of warning, she spat into my eyeballs. “Yes,” she laughed. “You may sit.”

I straightened up my seat and wiped off my eyes to see the massive progress Priya had made. She had pinned Manu to the glass façade of his own office, one hand over his shoulder and one under his arms, her large breasts against the man’s chest. Even as she chewed a juicy red paan in her mouth, there was a glinting smile on the corner of her lips as she gazed into Manu’s eyes. Very slowly but steadily, her hand slid up to the doorknob and twisted it open. Priya closed her eyes and swooped into the man’s neck, making him close his eyes and feel up her slim waist in his lucky hands. Manu’s lips converged into a gentle kiss, as Priya took a large step back and spat all the paan’s solid flakes and juice to his face, painting him dark red in a flash. Before he could break out of the swirl and react, before anybody noticed the thunderous spit, Priya opened up the office door and toted his heavy body into it.

Priya and Manu momentarily disappeared from our vision, which got Vidya picking up a thin rope from her purse and popping open the car door. “Time to go,” was all she said, before she dashed into the little office. I locked the car and followed her in to witness an extremely violent scene. Manu was down on the tiled office floor in proximity to a table and three cushioned chairs, one behind and two in front. His hands were attempting to wipe off the spit paan on his face, while Priya’s boots hovered over his crotch, prepared for a devastating crash landing on them. Vidya was next to the door, tears in her eyes and hands on her breast, looking on…the boot finally rose in the air and smashed its way into his groin. Manu screamed in pain and tried to get his hands to nurse the shooting pain, but the firm boots wouldn’t budge for the life of it. His back was stiff as a scale, his hands begging attend the busted midsection, whereas Priya turned back with her round face calm as an old tortoise, fixed the glasses on her nose and stretched out her hands, quietly asking for the rope Vidya had brought in.

Vidya handed them to her and Priya bent over to catch his resilient arms. Manu fought for his life, although he could barely see what was happening to his arm. Priya stood back up and strategized for a moment, before bending over and reaching for just one of his arms. She succeeded quite easily, then twisted it around as hard as she could. As soon as Priya relinquished the firm stomp of her boot, Manu twisted on the floor feeling a world of pain switch from his balls to his shoulder blades. She quickly grabbed the other hand and sent it around one of the office table’s legs and soon brought both hands together. The rope coiled around both wrists and ended with a tight knot, then a double knot and a triple knot. Manu’s hands were soon bound so tight there was no chance for him to break out but he would keep rubbing against the surface of the metallic table leg in his futile attempts. He wasn’t the type to give up easily. Priya calmly lowered herself next to him and picked up the lower end of his kurta, to wipe his face with his own clothes. As Manu’s face cleared up, his angry scowl came into view. There was a desperate grunt from his throat, like he would punch her if he only had his hands free to do so. Priya gave him a calm smile.

“What the hell is this?” Manu tried again to break his hands free. “Let me go!”

“You think I should let you go?” Priya smiled, resting her chin on a finger. “Because I’d rather not.”

“Either let me go, or else…,” Manu began with a gust of anger flowing up to his face, with no real outlet to actually finish his sentence.

“Or else what, Manu?” Priya giggled.

“How do you know my name?” He asked.

“I know everything.” Priya hissed the last word into his ear. In a fit of desperation, Manu noticed that his legs were still free on the floor. He slowly raised on leg and kicked Priya on the back, sending her flying to the side where her glasses dropped over to the floor. Manu screamed as he tried to separate his hands from the grip of the rope, still unaware that Vidya and I were in the room. Priya recovered in a flash, brought the glasses back on and sat herself on the fat guy’s legs, thus subduing him completely. He still didn’t give up, he began rubbing the rope surface against the metal to see if it would cut open. “Oh my, you’re an angry one aren’t you?”

“Let me go!” Manu said.

“I’ll do that.” Priya said, making him pause for a moment. “But first, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” Vidya stepped closer to the action, her boots clicking eight times on the smooth floor before she stood over him.

“Oh no.” Manu gasped. “It’s you…”

“In person.” Vidya said.

“Wait a minute.” Priya interjected. “Manu, what’s her name? Tell me.” Manu’s eyes shifted nervously as he attempted to recall what it was. “You’ve been to the same chemistry tuition for two months, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” Manu conceded.

“So what’s her name?” Priya asked. “Sexy?”

“I don’t know, okay?” Manu retorted. “Now let me go, we will talk.”

“Hmm,” Priya turned her attention to her fingernails. “I don’t think my sister came all the way here to talk to you. She has some other plans in mind…”

“Please, this is silly…” Manu attempted to break free again.

Priya raised her hand, snapper her finger and turned to me. “Hey slave!”

“Yes, Priya.” I darted closer to her. Now four people knew that I was a slave.

“I want you to sit on his legs and subdue him so Vidya can beat him up.” Priya said.

“No, that won’t be necessary.” Vidya said, producing a second piece of rope. The sisters worked his legs together, twisting them back to the foot of the table, so that his arms and legs were both tied firmly to it, restraining him for good. Vidya stepped closer to him and caught his large head in her hand forcing him to look at the one thing he didn’t want to- deep into her eyes.

“Vidya,” Manu began.

“You finally know my name.” Vidya said, in a low tone of voice.

“I’m sorry about what happened yesterday.” Manu said, his face shivering in her hand. Tears began to flow down his cheek, as they did for Vidya.

“You aren’t sorry.” Vidya said. “You are tied up and you’re afraid of what I’ll do, as you should be.” She paused. “For that matter, I saw you hitting on my sister just now, and some random woman before that.”

“I…,” Manu broke down with no defense. He tried again to yank his hands upwards and break free from his bondage, his skin constantly bitten by the patterns on the ropes such that they tattooed themselves upon him.

“I know people like you.” Vidya breathed heavily into his face. “You will never be sorry.”

“Please, Vidya.”

“You slapped me so hard yesterday, I got a nose bleed.” Vidya raised her right hand, while strangling him in place with her left. “Now you’ll know how that feels.” The right hand swept the small distance with unstoppable force, sending the fingers tearing through the cheeks into Manu’s teeth. She switched hands and delivered an equal and opposite slap to the other cheek, as if she were attempting to perform a symmetric assault. Vidya switched hands and went in again, uprooting the man’s gums and shifting the teeth line to one side at a time. The slapping assault continued for about three dozen hard slaps, constantly reminding and imprinting the previous day’s memory in his thick skull as well as branding it into his skin.

Priya began to walk back towards the office’s door and shut it close. She ordered me to bring her one of the chairs, which I did. The sound of Vidya’s slapping resonated across the room, and had become strangely rhythmical- one tearing slap every two seconds. “It looks like she has him in control, huh?” Priya said, sitting down on the chair and gesturing to her thighs. I sat on the floor and began to massage them for her, simultaneously keeping an eye on Manu’s brutal execution.

Vidya caught the man’s kurta in her hands and stretched it apart, sending a ripping it through until the very bottom. I could never have imagine a once docile girl displaying the kind of strength she was at the moment, but she certainly was. She bent over and ripped away Manu’s pyjamas even quicker, exposing his body fully for punishment. His vain attempts at escaping the ropes had stopped, for he was too red and rattled from the slaps he’d endured thus far. Vidya even took down the man’s underpants, to gaze at his dangling manhood. “You wanted to stick that thing in me, didn’t you?” she asked.

“No, Vidya.” Manu folded into himself as far as his restraints would allow.

“Well I’m going to make sure you can’t stick them into any girl.” Vidya took a step back, raised the right leg and sent it flying like a heavy pendulum through the pot belly and the man’s thick ugly shaft, knocking the wind out of his guts much like a balloon popped by a sharp fingernail. Manu slouched over to throw down the last bags of breath he had left in him, and to defend his balls from the girl’s booted kicks, perhaps by bringing his head in the way. He couldn’t think much, with the shooting pain bubbling up his body from his delicates, and hands too tightly tied for any shot at defense. From the corner of his eye, he saw Vidya’s boots shuffling. Soon the left boot was up in the air, to arrive with a telling blow at his face. Like a deathly see-saw, Vidya was alternating her kicks to expose his head and midsection in tandem for explosive kicks. Manu couldn’t help but give in to her force, moving exactly the way she wanted and taking the brutal punishment from her.

As Priya and I watched from the chair and the floor respectively, Vidya seemed to get angrier with each kick she dealt, as if the anger were feeding on his flinches. I began to feel safe, watching the man destroyed by the beautiful girl, and from massaging Priya’s warm lap, so my thus flaccid cock began to unfurl. Priya was too busy gaping the violent scene with her sister, so she didn’t notice how hard I was while I massaged her smooth thighs. I could even steal a few kisses and licks to her deadly boots and she wouldn’t notice, so I did exactly that. I was tempted to take off her boots and smell the strong odor that would follow, but stopped myself from going that far.

Vidya paused the kicks, to watch the desperate man begging for his life, begging for any semblance of breath. Although she did grant it to him, Manu could see that her face was flushed with more redness, that his punishment was far from over. He closed his eyes to feel the dents and bruises on his face, and his crushed testicles, perhaps heal them with his mind but all he could really do was droop over and breathe as much as he could while that privilege was still on the table.

“Vidya,” he gasped, “I’m really sorry. I would do anything to win your forgiveness.” Maybe a well framed apology would get him out of his predicament, he must have thought.

“You only want my forgiveness because you’re in pain,” Vidya said. “You don’t get why I’m doing this to you.”

“I’ve been an asshole, Vidya.” Manu pleaded. “I’m scum, I’m a criminal. I deserve every bit of the punishment you’re giving me…”

“Yes you do.” Vidya asserted.

“So tell me what to do, Vidya and I’ll do it.” Manu said.

“If I take off your ropes, what will you do?” Vidya asked.

“I won’t run away, Vidya.” Manu said. “I won’t go away until you forgive me fully.”

“Let’s see whether you can stay true to your word,” Vidya bent over to untie the man’s knots.

Priya got up to tap her sister on the shoulder. “Are you quite sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I’ll still have his legs tied up here.” Vidya said. “But I do want to see whether he can live up to the trust.”

“Okay,” Priya let out a soft sigh as she sank back into the chair, allowing me to resume the very sensual leg massage.

Manu’s hands were now free, and the first thing he did was to grab his own balls and nurse their pain away. He moaned, as he felt the pain and discomfort floating off into oblivion. He then rubbed his own face and checked the amount of blood pour in his hands. Vidya quietly watched him as he readied himself. “What do you want me to do, Vidya?”

“I want you to become my slave.” Vidya said.

“Your what?” Manu asked.

“You heard me. I want a slave.” Vidya said, pointing towards Priya and me. “You see how my sister has that guy working for her, without expecting anything in return? That’s what I want.”

Manu looked at me and shook his head. “You’re asking me to give up my life. I’m sorry about what I did to you, but I can’t give away my life like that…”

“What is it you want to live for?” Vidya pierced into his soul. “You don’t study well, your business isn’t doing well…”

“Hey, how do you know that?” Manu asked. “I’m about to get a huge deal with a customer you know?”

“Your life,” Vidya brought herself closer to his face to maintain a straight gaze into his eyes, “is nothing but garbage. You might as well do one good thing and serve me before you die.”

I would never have pegged Manu as one of the guys who could get insulted by harsh words, but he certainly had a reaction to what Vidya said. “Today,” she began to explain, “you will come over to my place barefoot and tell my parents that you want to be a servant in my house. They’ll say they already have a maid, but you will say that you’re going to work for a wage of two hundred rupees per month which is a quarter of what our servant charges, plus you’ll work for them 24 hours.”

Manu’s eyes began to wander to the left and right, as he considered the possibilities of obeying such a clause. “What about my parents? They call me from Bihar to see how I’m doing every week.”

“You will tell them that you’re doing well.” Vidya said.

“What about my college and tuitions?” Manu sank in despair.

“You will drop out of everything.” Vidya answered. “All day, you will be my mother’s servant. When I get back from college, you’ll give me foot massages and live your life as my bitch.”

Priya turned to me as she heard these words from her sister. “You know, you should do those things for me too.” I revulsed violently at the thought, and with one sentence my erection was lost. But she turned back to the action with her sister and I hoped she wasn’t really serious.

Manu thought for a while before groaning and shaking his head. He said nothing discernible, so Vidya began to work on plan B. She caught the hooks of her long black skirt and opened it up, letting it crumpled to the floor beneath her legs. Manu was aroused, staring intently at the girl’s beautiful white panties with eager eyes. “Sometimes, along with foot massages and leg massages, I would also want someone to do my bums for me.” Vidya cooed. “My bums. Would you be interested in something like that?” she asked, turning around to show the beautiful hind flesh of her midsection to the lusting man.

“I..I…” Manu slowly raised his hands to her sides.

“Go on, touch them. Honk them. Pom pom.” Vidya giggled, lightly jiggling her balls and moving them closer to his face. Manu caught the flesh in his hands and gave it a sensual little squeeze, making Vidya moan in delight. He puckered up some more of the flesh, until his hands were full, then let go, dropping the soft balls back to their original shape. Vidya turned around to check the erectness of his cock, then stepped backwards so that the bottom side-stitch of her panties were exactly over his nose. Manu’s hands were now wrapped around her thighs, hugging them like they were his favorite thing in the world. Vidya giggled at us and brought her bums down on her victim’s face, allowing the spongy surface to spread all over his cheeks and face, with the rough panty material over his nose.

She gently moved herself back and forth, wiping their delightful scent into his existence. “Come on, be my slave. Give up everything for me.” Manu didn’t seem to hear at all, he simply rose to smother himself deeper into Vidya’s warm, sweaty buttocks. He opened his mouth wide, as if he were taking a large bite off a juicy red apple, and sunk himself into them for a few moments. Vidya stood still and enjoyed the almost-recruit’s advances into her flesh. Suddenly, Manu’s hand went down and he attended to his full-grown cock, grabbing the shaft and spurting out a massive load of pre-cum to the floor next to Vidya’s boots.

Manu took a deep breath, heaved and smiled a drunken smile. “I’m ready,” he said. “I’ll give up everything for you.”

“Good.” Vidya said. “From now on, you’re a slave to me and my boyfriend Supreeth.”

“Wait a minute,…”

“And now, I urgently want to answer a nature call.” Vidya said.

“The restroom is over there, but we need to talk about the terms…”

“Open your mouth.” Vidya said, with a firm voice. “Aaaah.”

“You want to pee into my mouth?” Manu asked, grinding his expression in disgust. I could easily tell that he was not into female domination and S/M, he only wanted vanilla sex and was never going to get it.

“Yes.” Vidya said, dropping her panties.

“Ugh,” Manu cringed but opened his mouth nevertheless. Vidya took a comfortable seat on his face and streamed out a large volume of urine into his mouth, making him gulp rapidly. The pee lasted unusually long, as she had been holding it in quite a while. She let everything into his mouth, wiped her clit on his face before stepping off and standing before the dry-balled man.

“You might make a good slave.” Vidya said.

“But you have a boyfriend.” Manu cried.

“How does that matter to you?” Vidya asked. “You’re just my slave. You’re never going to fuck me or anyone else for the rest of your life.”

They argued for a while about his privileges, while Priya picked up her cellphone and placed a call. She began to converse with Rahul on the other end. “Hi, Rahul it’s me…yeah she’s doing great…everything worked just the way we planned…hey, I wanted to ask you something…do you have the numbers of most of the guys in our class…can you send me a few of them in one sms…Sriram, Gopi, Atul, Amit, Vijay,….oh I have something planned for you and these guys…something special- I can’t tell you what it is…(giggle)…okay, thanks…my human?… for how long…that should be fine,” Priya patted my head, while I began to fear what she was planning for me. “I’ll need him back in the evening though…Okay..buh-bye…i love you…i love you even more…i love you more than more than more…by-eee.”

I looked up to her to see what she had put me in for. “You’re going to Rahul’s place today afternoon. He wants you for four hours,” Priya said.

“Oh no! What for?” I asked.

“You know. Foot cleaning, massaging…Now come on, it’s not like you’re good for many things.” Priya said. “Go work for him after you drop us off. Those are my direct orders to you.”

“Okay,” I conceded. “I’ll be Rahul’s slave this afternoon.”

Priya got an sms then, containing several numbers. She called up the first one on the list and greeted the receiver. “Hey, it’s me, Priya…how are you?…listen, I want you to come to this real estate agency- take down the address…yes, today evening at six PM sharp. Bye” She had around eight, maybe nine such short conversations, asking all of them to arrive at this very office at 6 PM. My imagination began to run wild, considering what dastardly plans she may have made for all these people, calling all of them to this very office. Come to think of it, she ordered me to go over to Rahul’s for precisely four hours, which meant that I would be sent back at 6 PM. Was I involved in this weird plan, too?

Soon, Vidya was done with the enslavement. Manu was persuaded either by words or force to accept every condition of Vidya’s and would live on as her slave. Vidya took off the man’s ropes completely and set him free. I half expected him to assault the girls once he was free, but he did no such thing- he was genuinely ashamed. We escorted him to the front seat of the car next to me, while the girls sat behind. Priya took the keys to the office and placed it carefully in her pocket, saying that the office “would make a very nice dungeon for my current and future slaves,” like she had a million of them waiting for her at the front door. I dropped Priya, Vidya and Manu to Priya’s house, and I went home to have a lunch break, after which I would go over to Rahul’s place and work for him.

This slavery business was rapidly slipping out of control.

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